Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 12:23:04 EDT
From: StorytellerFAO@aol.com
Subject: STARGAZING

STARGAZING
by StorytellerFAO@aol.com

	It seems that sexually, I have maintained a certain amount of luck,
mixed with the ability to use opportunistic situations to my best
advantage.  I have always enjoyed unexpected sexual encounters in unusual
circumstances and places.  This had led to getting my rocks off with other
men in such places as grocery store bathrooms (as well as one episode
behind the dairy case), bus station bathrooms, park bathrooms, clothing
store dressing rooms, alleys, garages, abandoned buildings,
underpasses...well, you get my drift.  I will be relating many of these
adventures as time goes by, but let me start with a recent one.
	I live alone in a small cinder-block house with a small fenced
backyard in a small neighborhood of houses that look just like mine. These
houses were all built in the 50's and are sturdy, if unimaginative.  All
the floorplans are the same, all the backyards are fenced and an alleyway,
where our garbage dumpsters gets picked up and the utility companies come
when some repair is needed, runs between them all.  The fence is seven feet
high, so privacy isn't an issue. The sides shared by my neighbors on either
side are the same cinderblock as the house, five foot high with a two foot
high extension of wood fencing. The wood fencing extends across the entire
back of the yard, with a large latched gate near the middle. It's a yard
big enough for a gas grill, a small picnic table, a couple small beds of
flowers, and a few lawn chairs.
	One summer night, a little after midnight, I was trying to decide
if I was actually tired enough to go to bed or if I'd have to lay in bed
and spend an hour or so convincing myself that I was tired.  Since the
weather had been warmer than normal the past week, my patio door was open,
and a slight breeze moved through, its freshening coolness brushing over my
chest, riffling the ample coverage of hair and bringing my nipples to full
attention. bringing with it the smell of my blooming wildflowers and the
sound of the crickets and cicadas that resided outside. I decided the night
air would be a good tranquilizer, so I headed outside.  Of course, I
stopped on the way to get a beer out of the fridge and pick up a joint and
lighter kept in an Altoids tin near the back door. I sat down on one of the
lawn chairs, opened the beer, took a good swig, set it down and proceeded
to light up.  After the first hit, I could feel the marijuana working it's
magic, its warm soothing glow extending from my chest to all edges of my
body. I laid my head back and stared at the stars scattered across the
night sky.
	Because it was summer, I wore nothing but an old favorite pair of
jogging shorts, nice and loose and comfortable.  Loose enough that my balls
have a tendency to fall out, which they did as I stretched my legs and
became engrossed in picking out the few constellations I remembered from my
short stint as a Boy Scout. I continued to smoke the joint, and finished
the beer, and enjoyed the feeling of the breeze moving over my body, as if
invisible hands were brushing across my chest and stomach, across my legs,
making my exposed nutsack writhe and move.  Adjusting my legs, my cock
slipped out of the leg of my shorts, slowly expanding in response to the
continued caress or the night breeze.  I shuddered and moaned slightly as
my thumb brushed across my nipple as my hand moved past my chest and
fur-covered belly and came to rest on my lengthening cock.  When fully
erect, my cock sticks out perpendicular to my crotch about 7-1/2".  It's
always one of my favorite discussions with men as to how their erections
protrude (the story of one such discussion will come later).  As I was
watching the stars wheel around the night sky, I casually pulled and
squeezed at my cock, rubbing the head against my hairy thigh, smearing the
droplet of precum that formed around the head.  After a while, I closed my
eyes, and focused my attention on my throbbing hardon.  My right hand
worked up and down on the heated shaft, covering it with my own saliva and
precum, my left hand massaging and pulling my nuts as they drew up closer,
getting ready to release their load.  Occasionally, I'd pinch and twist one
nipple or another, eliciting a deep growl and a satisfying throb and thick
dose of precum escaping from my cock.
	After a while, I opened my eyes and watched my cock as it bobbed,
leaked and responded to my continued manipulations, almost as if it was a
seperate entity. My attention was drawn to the gate, which I realized was
partially open.  Was that a shadow I saw move from right to left?  As my
eyes were adjusting to the dim light cast from the quarter moon, I became
aware that there was indeed a shadow cast by someone hunched down on the
other side of the fence.  Well, whoever it is must be enjoying the show,
because they don't seem to be leaving.  I decided to give my invisible
audience a good show.  Acting as if I had no knowledge of their presence, I
shucked off my shorts and began giving my cock and balls a heavy-duty
workout. I began moaning and writhing on the ground, bouncing my hips up
and down on the grass, pretending to talk dirty to some fantasy man.  As I
raised my legs up, I slid two fingers into my sweaty hole and growled,
"C'mon, buddy, shove that hard meat all the way in my ass!"  I got back up
and, leaning back while on my knees, I stroked my cock and hissed, "Oh
fucker, I wanna taste your sweet dick!  Slide that cock all the way down my
throat, NOW!"  At that point, I stopped my show and stared straight at the
shadow where I believed my secret admirer was hiding, and said, in my most
commanding voice, "OK, whoever you are, you'd better come on out and join
me, cuz I ain't gonna blow this load alone." After a few moments, I added,
"Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna have you arrested, and I'm not gonna hurt
you.  I just want to know who I'm getting my rocks off with."  At that a
bearded, scruffy looking man emerged from the shadows.  I recognized him as
one of the local transients who spent their days rummaging through garbage
cans or, if they were lucky enough to beg a couple of bucks off of the
local residents, gathered together to share a few beers or a bottle of
cheap booze.  The guy standing at my gate looked to be about my age, late
thirties, he was a little taller than me, and although his clothes were
rather worn they looked like they were relatively clean.  His jeans fit
well enough that I could see his erection tenting the front and snaking
partway down his right leg, which he attempted to adjust to a more
comfortable position.
	I motioned him to come closer, and as he did, I gave my cock
another tug, releasing some more clear fluid. I gathered it on my finger
and licked it off, relishing the sweet taste.  I said to the man, "So, you
like what you been seeing?"  His eyes met mine, he grinned, showing
surprisingly white, straight teeth and nodded, adjusting his basket again.
"What's your name?" I asked.
	"Joe." he answered. He put out his hand to shake it, as if we were
two businessmen meeting in some corporate seminar. "Joe Richardson."  I
accepted his handshake, which was firm, but not crushing, and noticed his
nails were kept clean and trimmed.
	"Nice to meet you Joe.  My name's Jim.  Would you like a beer?"
	"Sure, that would be nice, thanks." he answered.
	I turned and walked back toward the house.  I called to Joe over my
shoulder, "Do me a favor willya, Joe? Make sure that gate is closed and get
your clothes off, cuz when I get back we're gonna get down to some serious
sex together."
	When I returned with two more beers and another joint, along with
an old blanket and a bottle of lube, Joe was sitting in one of the lawn
chairs, legs spread wide, working his thick uncut cock.  It was about 8
inches long with a nice upward curve and a mushroom head which was
alternately covered and revealed by his thick rolling foreskin.  His body
was lean, but not undernourished, his ab muscles accented by a nice pattern
of dark brown hair. His upper body was not bad either, his chest and arms
built up by years of manual labor.  I set our beers down, and he watched me
as I laid the blanket out, then returned to the other lawn chair.  I lit up
the second joint, and after taking a deep toke, passed it to him.  He
inhaled deeply, letting the smoke settle in his lungs while he lazily
fondled his large, lowhanging balls.
	"Thanks," he said, exhaling heavily, "This feels real nice."
	"My pleasure." I answered, taking the joint back and setting it
into the ashtray. "I've seen you and some of your friends around town.  I
don't suppose you guys do this kind of thing very often."
	"What? Jerk off together? Yeah, once in a while.  There's an
abandoned house down on Sturdevant Avenue we crash at sometimes.  It's got
a bunch of old porno magazines lying around.  Sometimes I'll walk in there
and there's five or six guys jerkin off in different parts of the house.
Most of 'em by themselves, sometimes two guys together lookin at the same
pictures or sittin' together swappin' stories of the best fucks they've
ever had.  Usually lies, of course.  And then once in a while some new guy
would be so desperate for a drink or smoke that he's willing to do
anything.  That's when the guys line up, whip their dicks out and gangbang
the dude.  Fuckin' him from both ends, he's gaggin' on smelly dirty cocks,
cum drippin outta his sore asshole.  Most of the guys I hang out with
aren't like that though.  They know that getting off together is probably
the only nice thing we can do for each other."
	"Well, c'mon then," I said, getting up and going to the blanket,
"let's do something nice for each other right now."  I laid down on the
blanket, shaking my hard cock. Joe immediately joined me, positioning his
head at my crotch and swallowing my throbbing hardon.  I wrapped my fist
around his thick rod and, squeezing a thick drop of precum out of the head,
clamped my lips around his thick cockhead and ran my tongue under the
foreskin, feeling him shudder and hump his hips, forcing more of his thick
cock into my face. He began bobbing his head up and down on my cock, and I
loved the feeling of his thick beard rubbing on my balls.
	We both sucked each other, grabbing each other's tight hairy asses.
I felt one of his thick fingers find my hole and slide in deep, finding my
prostate and giving it a good massage.  My cock jumped and he sucked harder
and faster, feeling my balls tighten and my breathing become faster.  I
detached myself from his glistening cock long enough to gasp, "Man, I'm
gonna cum!"  I jammed his head into my crotch as my first load of thick hot
cum shot into his mouth.  He swallowed as much as he could as he forced my
head down on his dick as it released it's contents into my waiting mouth. I
reveled in its hot salty taste.
	We lay together, feeling our cocks soften, our breathing slow down.
After a few moments, Joe disentalngled himself from me, and began putting
his clothes back on.  "Thanks," he said, slipping into his shoes, "I hope
we can do this again sometime."
	"I'll leave the gate open for you." I said as he slipped out and
walked down the alley into the night.