Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 15:18:26 EST
From: Miclem1990@aol.com
Subject: A San Francisco Life

Disclaimer: This is a story containing homosexual erotica. If you are
underage, please leave now.

For Ignacio

A Time of Trouble
By: Michael Johnson

      San Francisco is supposed to be the most "Gay Friendly" city on
earth. HA! And again, HA! If San Francisco is so "Gay Friendly" then right
now, I wouldn't be running away from a group of gay bashers! I'm guessing I
should fill you in. So, it goes like this:

      I'm 21. I'm legally an adult in every state. Wonderful. Well, I'm 21,
gay, and just came out to my dad in what I thought was a private setting.
But, no. There were some people listening into our conversation. It was
quite a swap for me. I figured dad would be furious. But, he wasn't. He was
actually really cool with it. The people who WEREN'T cool with it were
eavesdropping nearby. So, when dad and I started walking in our separate
directions, the gay bashers followed me and I wasn't aware of it until one
of them called out "Hey, Fag! Whatcha runnin' for?"

      Well, I'll tell you why I'm running. But I wasn't about to tell them
why I'm running. I was running because I do that every night. I'm tall
(about 6'3") and I have a tight, toned body. I like to keep it that way. I
wasn't about to turn my head around and say, "I'm running because I like to
look good!" No, that wouldn't be smart on my part at all. It's like a fat
woman trying to stand on one foot. Nope, not a good idea.

      But, where I ask you, are the cops at this time? Obviously, you'd
think something's wrong if you see a man running for his life from a group
of about ten people.  But San Franciscans don't have that logic. Remind me
to move if I survive this.

      I've grown up in this city and knew my way around quite well. I took
back alleys and side streets trying to lose my attackers but to no avail.
When I couldn't run any further, I just stopped and decided to allow them
to do their worst. If my horoscope hadn't lied, someone would come along to
help. But, you know how that goes.

      They circled around me. Some of them held metal pipes in their hands
and I prayed that it was so they could have fun fixing their plumbing,
instead of beating my head in. I knew enough karate that I could stand up
to myself against maybe two people at the same time, but this was
ridiculous!

      The leader of the pack was a big, muscular hairy person. "I smell a
fag," he said.

      "Oh, so animals DO have the ability to smell themselves," I
retorted. Sometimes I hate my mouth.

      "Oh, you're about to wish you never said that!" Bear said, punching
his fist into his palm. Okay, how intimidating is that? It's been used in
almost EVERY movie there is. It's so last year.

      A tall skinny one behind me hit the ground and kicked my legs out
from under me. I hit the ground hard. I ignored the pain in my hands from
where they hit the rough concrete. I had bigger problems to worry about.
The one holding the pipe took a swing for my head. I blocked it in the nick
of time. The next thing I knew, they were ripping my clothes, like that
scene in Disney's Cinderella.

      "What are you doing?" I yelled in the frenzy.

      "We need a fag toilet," I heard one of them say. To my horror, they
all started unzipping their flies and pulling out their dicks. One of my
stronger attackers held me to the ground as stream after stream of urine
hit me. This was beyond disgusting.

      The man holding me down whispered in my ear, "So, how do you like
cock now?"

      The stench soon became unbearable. I began to cry. I was helpless.
These guys were probably going to humiliate, then kill me. And there was no
way I could fight them off on my own.

      "Hey! Leave him alone!" I heard someone yell as Bear began to finish
up. I turned my head to look, but one of the guys got me in my face. The
guy holding me down forced my mouth open and urine began flowing in. I came
very close to throwing up.

      The man who came to rescue me shouted, "I've called the cops. I
suggest you get out of here now." After the mention of the police, they
didn't need an invitation to leave me alone. Quickly, they all finished up,
zipped up, and ran off. I spit out the nasty liquid and noticed that my
body was shaking.

      Rescuer knelt at my side, "Are you okay?" he asked and I thought I
had died and gone to heaven. He had semi-long brown hair, the face of an
angel, and the body of a god. I've never really been a fan of brown eyes,
but his just made me want to melt.

      I could only stammer, "I--I--I--" and he helped me to my feet.

      "What's your name?" he asked.

      "My name's Jesse." Okay, I was forming words. This is a start.

      "My name's Brett."

      "Thank you for saving me," I managed.

      "Anyone would have," he replied. Modesty, yes, this person WAS
perfect!

      "Did you really call the cops?" I asked. I was hoping his answer
would be "No."  It would be too embarrassing to talk to a cop and say, "Oh,
a bunch of gay bashers took a leak on me."

      "No, but I figured it would make them leave. If you want, you could
come to my place with me. It's just around the corner and up a couple of
flights of stairs. You could shower off, I could give you some clothes, and
you could be on your way," Brett said, his angelic smile showing again.

      "T--Thanks," I replied and we walked around the corner and up two
flights of stairs to a Penthouse Apartment in the middle of San Fran.

      He showed me to the bathroom and handed me a towel. I set the towel
down and stripped while he was in another room getting me some clothes. I
got in the shower and washed the fowl smelling urine off my skin and out of
my short blonde hair. I normally use gel to spike it a little but, the
shower washed out the rest of the gel (a large portion of it was taken out
by the urine).

      When I was done, I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waste,
tucking it in so it wouldn't come undone. A few beads of water rolled down
my pectoral muscles and across my abs.

      Brett walked in just as I was stepping out of the shower. "You have
an awesome body."

      "Thank you. You do, too." I replied. His tight shirt and jeans left
little for the imagination. His dick was tenting his jeans as he gawked at
me.

      I just noticed that Brett was about the same height as me. He slowly
walked up to me and softly placed his hand on my side. It was a Hollywood
moment. Slowly, we both leaned in for the kiss. Our lips locked, our
tongues swapped, and my towel dropped. I didn't care. I was kissing a man
who was probably the sexiest man alive. Who cares what People Magazine
says? Matthew McConaughey can step aside. This guy was hot. H--O-T!
Caliente!

      My towel was down. His pants were dropping. After his pants fell, I
realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. That was fine by me. We broke our
kiss just long enough to get his shirt off. We were both stark naked in his
bath room, kissing like crazy.

      Both of us had large dicks, although his was about an inch longer
than mine and it was WAY thicker. This was major because my dick is about
nine inches and thicker than the average cock. We made our way (while still
kissing) to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. I was underneath him, my
hands running along his sexy-feeling torso. I hadn't even looked at it
yet. I could feel hair and muscles. My hands wandered further south to a
thick pubic patch and a large dick, dripping pre-cum on my leg. I shifted
my leg position to allow him to lie on top of me. Though, it didn't look
like it, I really had no intention of having sex with him. Honest! I'm a
major tease. But Brett took my leg movement as an invitation and slowly
slid himself into me without a condom or lube. Yeah. It hurt like hell.

      I winced and gave a yelp but he silenced it using acupressure. He
placed two fingers in a spot on my side and the pain disappeared. While I
was temporarily numbed, he rammed himself into me so he could let me adjust
before he started humping. "How are you going to move in and out without
lube?" I asked as our bodies lay touching. He wasn't going to fuck me like
I was some booty call. He was going to make love to me.  There was a major
difference. Booty call= minimal touching, lots of protection. Love making =
lots of touching, protection optional.

      "Your body makes its own natural lubes that will increase the
pleasure tenfold," he replied. Great... he was going to use my anal juices
to help him slide. Brett put his arms on the underside of my shoulders so
he could use them to slide. Without separating our bodies, he slowly let
himself down and used our combined strength to pull back up and plow
through my gut. The feeling was that of one I had never experienced
before. It seemed like every nerve of my being had just been re-awakened. I
lifted my head to meet his and we kissed while he continued to slide in and
out. He kept the same rhythm and continued to hump as he came, and then for
several minutes after he streamed his juices.

      The friction on our torsos was lessened by the sheen of sweat that
had developed on both of us. He moaned into my mouth, and I into his
because we were still kissing.  After a few minutes he broke our kiss and
pulled out. He gently stroked my dick and said, "Are you ready to give this
beast some action?"

      I smiled and nodded and he flipped us over so that I was now on
top. He placed my hand in the spot he put his to numb all pain and told me
to go ahead and ram him. I lined my dickhead with his hole and rammed
myself into him. I almost came right then.  He was super tight. "Oh! You're
so tight!" moaned out, much as a compliment to him.

      "I should be. You're the first person to ever be in there," he
replied with a smile.  He spread his legs, and I put my hands in the same
position as he had and performed the exact same moves as he did. But,
instead of kissing this time, we talked while I slid in and out of Brett.

      "So.., ah, you've never, ah, had anyone fuck, yeah, you up the ass?"
I asked.

      "No, you're the first person I've ever wanted to have pop my cherry,"
he said with a surprisingly calm tone. If you were to be talking to him on
the phone, you'd have never guessed that he was in the middle of
sex. "Don't get me wrong, this dick has seen a lot of ass, but you're the
first person I've ever wanted to feel naturally. You're my first bareback
experience."

      Wow. I had popped his cherry (bareback and without lube, no less) and
this was all in our first encounter. "You have to be the sexiest man on
earth." I said as I continued to ease myself in and out of him. I had only
had sex with two guys in my life. And both times, I was on bottom. This was
my first time ever sticking my dick into someone's ass.  And boy would I
forever remember this experience. I decided to tease him a little as the
friction of our bodies was causing his still-hard dick to emit more pre-cum
I sucked his nipples and he let out a loud moan. Yep, that gets `em every
time. It didn't take long to get him to cum all over my chest, which caused
me to deposit my sperm deep within his bowels. I pulled out and he began
licking his cum off of my chest. For a long time I just sat there admiring
his body. He was chiseled, but had a mildly hairy stomach and chest that
turned me on majorly.

      "I guess I should clean my ass juices off of your dick, shouldn't I?"
Brett asked.

      "You can if you want but after what I just felt, nothing that happens
to that dick will ever be the same." I replied causing him to laugh. He
brushed his hair behind his ear and moved over so I could sit up with my
back on the headboard. He got between my legs and gave me the best blowjob
I have ever gotten. He had me turned on so much, my hips were coming up to
meet his throat. He didn't gag once. When I came, he didn't let a drop
escape. He just swallowed it and sat beside me on the bed. Without warning
him, I returned the favor.

      I crawled between his legs and placed my lips around the head of his
cock. It smelled like my ass, but my whole job was to fix that. I touched
my tongue to it and the bitter taste of my anal juices made themselves
apparent. His thick dick caused my jaw to stretch a little as I went down
on him, but I got him deep into the back of my throat. I began bobbing my
head as I twirled my tongue around cleaning off his cock. He gently placed
his hands on the back of my head and let out a moan. After about twenty
minutes of deep-throating him, he let out his third stream of semen. It
seemed as though he came more this time than the other two combined, but I
had no way of spilling it because it hit the back of my throat and I could
feel it slowly run down. It was the hottest feeling ever.

      After that he gave me a quick kiss and said, "You didn't leave any
for me."

      I laughed and replied, "Sorry."

      He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him and I rested my
head on his shoulder. "I've never said this to any man before, but I--I
love you."

      That took me by surprise. "I love you too, I owe you my life. You
were there for me when I thought I would die."

      "I consider it a public service." He replied. "I kept a very sweet
and compassionate man on earth."

      I gave a blush, but then I heard my cell phone ring and groaned. I
crawled out of bed and answered it.

      "Hey, Jesse, I need a baby sitter for Kyle. Could you come over?" My
sister, Rachel asked.

      "Yes, Rachel, I'll be right over." I replied.

      I put on the clothes that Brett let me borrow and walked back into
his room to find him fully dressed as well. "My sister has recruited me for
baby sitter work. When can I see you again?"

      "Here," he said and took my cell phone. He programmed a calendar date
and his number. "Don't look at the calendar thing until you get to your
sister's house."

      "I won't." I promised. After all, anything that's good is worth
waiting for.

      He gave me one last passionate kiss and said, "I have to go to work
anyways. See ya around?"

      "Sure," I smiled and we both left, going in opposite directions.

      When I got to Rachel's she told me that she got called in at the
hospital. She works as a nurse. Kyle was in the living room watching
Spongebob Squarepants. I sat beside him and accessed my Calendar. Thursday
night at 7:00 we had a date at the beach.  I couldn't wait.


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