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PETER PAUL
THE BURLINGTON
CHAPTER 2
The old Burlington hotel, had once been the show place of the city
with fine chandelier, ornate carpeting, and a magnificent grand staircase,
but as the middle of the city had decayed so had the hotel, until all that
remained of the Burlington's once opulent environment were fragments of
frayed carpeting, and the still magnificent grand staircase.
Although Brian thought of it as an apartment, his rooms had been
called the Sanatra suite, after a once famous singer. All of the original
furnishings were gone now, sold at auction years ago, but the
architecture, and the fine old carpeting still remained as a testament to
the past grandeur of his rooms. Of the three suites on the top floor
Brian's was the nicest. It ran the entire length of the immense old
building, giving a fine view past the street below to the bay, and the
ocean beyond.
The inhabitants of the Burlington, were exactly what Brian had
expected, an expansive cross section of the downward moving lower class.
There were hookers, pimps, drug addicts, and alcoholics, all trying to rip
each other off. But this is exactly what Brian wanted, because only here
in the glitter of the ghetto could he find what he considered real men. He
liked 'em ruff, unshaven, and manly.
Brian didn't know who owned the Burlington. He paid his rent at a
small desk to the left of the grand staircase. It was obviously that
there had once been a huge reception desk, because to the right of the
existing desk there was a large rectangle of carpet missing just where it
must have gone. The small desk that had replaced it looked like a ticket
booth, with it's sealed walls, and round-holed glass front.
"Any mail for 1101?" Brian asked, staring over the desk counter at the
clerk's crotch. Brian had just moved in a couple of days ago and he had
never seen this clerk before. He was tall and slender, with a handsome,
but pocked face, and looked like he was fresh from the midwest with his
cowboy boots, and leather cowboy hat.
"Here," the clerk said, handing Brian a hand full of mail, before
turning back to his T.V. program.
"Thanks" Brian said trying to get his attention. "How long you worked
here?"
"Couple of weeks," the guy said, not bothering to look up.
"How ya like it" Brian tried again.
"It's alright," said the clerk turning a cold face.
Brian tapped his mail on the desk, and backed off a step and threw his
arms out. "Sorry man" Brian said sarcastically, and walked off.
"Asshole," Brian thought, looking over his shoulder at the clerk as he
walked up to the elevator, and pushed the UP button. "But an AssHole,
with a nice box" he added to himself
As usual the elevator took forever and by the time Brian finally
stepped in, he had been joined by two huge black men. "What floor" one of
the men said pushing the close button.
"Eleven" Brian said leaning against the wall, and checking them out.
"You guys live here."
The two men looked back and forth at each other, then the smaller one
said "Hay, you got any money?"
"Sure" Brian said reaching into his pocked, and snappimg open a buck
knife. "And I'm going to keep it."
"Ha man" said the shorter "We just ask, you-know. It ain't like we be
robbing you or nothing."
"I know" Brian said checking out the tall one with the bulge running
down his slacks leg. "You're just curious right."
"Ha man, we don't want no trouble" he said, looking over at his
friend, and back at the knife.
"No trouble" Brian said closing the knife, but keeping it in his hand.
"It's just I live here, and I'm not going to be shook down in my own
building, even if I have to put someone in the hospital to make my point.
Now, if you men need money then maybe we can come to some agreement."
"What, you talking about, man" spoke the taller one striking a
fearsome pose, and giving Brian a filthy look.
"I'm talking about that" Brian said pointing at the organ that ran
down his leg.
"We got ourselves a fruit here Willie," the shorter one said, hitting
his friend and starting to laugh. "A fruit with a knife. That's too
much."
"How much?" ask the taller one, pushing his laughing friend away, and
looking straight into Brian's face.
"I could ask you the same thing" Brian said leaning against the wall,
and dropping the knife back into his pocket.
"Ha man, what you talking about?" ask the shorter one, confused by his
friends interest, and Brian's remark.
"I've never seen bigger" said the taller, revealing the innate
intelligence in his handsome face for the first time. "And I come in
buckets."
"Come on man. The guy's a fruit!" said his friend stepping between
he and Brian, and looking up into his friends face.
"How much?" he ask again, ignoring his friend and gently pushing him
aside.
"Fifty," Brian said already imagining the thing hard and dripping in
his mouth.
"Tell my old lady I'm still over at Tim's" The taller one said to his
friend pushing him out the doors as they opened. "And if she hears about
this you're dead meat."
"Ha man..." The short one started before the doors closed his out.
As the car started moving again Brian and the man looked at each other
but didn't say a word. There didn't seem much point, everything had
already been settled, and an agreement had been struck. Brian would
exchange the money he earned for the use of the man's tool. But, Brian
couldn't help but wonder about the man. There was obviously more to him
than a long dangling crotch, because despite his shabby clothes, and
broken english, the man looked quite intelligent.
"Sit down" Brian said pointing to the couch in his apartment, as he
headed off for the kitchen. "You want a beer, or something."
"Sure" the man said looking around. He hadn't known the Burlington
had rooms like this. His was small with no toilet, and peeling wall
paper. This place was huge, freshly painted, and beautiful. "Nice place"
he said sitting down and feeling the couch with his hands.
"Thanks. Here's you're beer." Brian said, sitting down next to the
man and sliding his hand across his thigh to his organ. "What's you're
name?"
"Willie" he said staring out at the ocean. He really needed the
money. He was two week behind in his rent, and his girlfriend was talking
about leaving. "You got that fifty?" he ask, staring at the money in
Brian's hand.
"Ho, Sorry," Brian said, handing him the money.
"Well, what do I do?" Willie said standing up and turning his thoughts
to the business at hand. "Do you want me to take off my clothes?"
Brian took a big gulp of his beer, and nodded his head, he liked the
idea of watching the man strip, and riveted his eyes to his body as bit by
bit Willie removed his clothes, untill all that remained were his blue
striped boxer shorts. "Wait." Brian yelled as Willie slid his thumbs
under the band of his shorts. He could just see the fat uncut head of
Willie's long cock playing peak-a-boo through the leg hole of his shorts,
and the thick folds of his long ball sack jiggling in his open fly, and he
put his hand on top of Willie's and said "Leave them on a bit will ya."
Spreading the fly apart with his fingers, Brian stared in at the fat
uncut cock that hung long and soft down over Willie's heavy ball. "Nice
cock," he said, sliding both hands into the fly and scooping the long cock
and balls out onto the outside of the shorts. "Nice!" he repeated again,
shaking his head in disbelief as the heavy cock and balls rolled back and
forth along Willie's thy. "nice, Nice, NICE!" he kept repeating as he
slid his hand up under Willie's massive balls and began stroking his cock
like a cat. "You're sure nice," Brian added again without thinking as he
pulled down on the pucker of forskin, and adjusted the long cock into the
middle of the huge balls.
Willie felt foolish standing with his cock hanging out of his shorts,
while some man stroked it with his finger tips, and repeated how nice it
was. He knew it was nice. Every woman he had met since he was thirteen
had told him how nice it was, but this was a first, some fruit paying him
fifty bucks to hold it in his hand and inspecting it like a meat inspector
before he rubber stamped it U.S.D.A. PRIME.
"Why don't you suck it," Willie finally said trying to hurry the thing
along. He was uncomfortable with the whole thing and didn't know if he
could even get it up.
"Oh yaaaaa", Brian said, pushing his face against it and rubbing the
soft harry mass back and forth. "I'll suck it." He lifted the soft fat
thing up and pushed it against his eye for a second before finally laying
it on his tongue and sucking it in. "It tickles," Brian garbled out over
the soft organ. Even soft it's great length filled his throat, and he
laughed to himself as he felt the soft pucker of forskin tickle his
throat. "Woo-Woo," he said, mimicing a train whistle as he gently tugged
on Willie's balls, and blew on his cock like a brass instrument.
"Listen," Willie said, pulling his cock from Brian's mouth with one
hand, and scooping his balls up with the other, and dropping it all back
into his shorts. "There's your money on the table. I just can't do this."
"I'm sorry" Brian said feeling the floppy organ through the soft
fabric, as he looked up into Willie's handsome brown face. "I can come on
a little strong some times. It's just I'm nervous. It's not every day
you get something this nice, and I'm already worried about if I'm going to
get it again.
"Yea well, maybe some other time" Willie said pulling Brian's hands
off his organ, and looking around for his pants.
"Listen Willie, I want you as bad as that special girl, who's pants
you couldn't get into back in high school." Brian said, putting his hand
back on the soft organ and looking up into Willie's puzzled face."There
had to be one."
"O.K." Willie said, dropping his shoulders and faking a smile. "Is it
alright if I lay down."
"Anything you want," Brian said, watching him peel off his shorts
before following him over to the couch, and laying down between his legs.
Once out of those grubby clothes it was even more obvious how handsome
Willie really was. He had a broad intelligent face with full lips, big
light brown eyes and long eyelashes. He was about 6'3" with broad
shoulders, and a well formed chest with handsome large brown nipples, and
a slight sprinkling of hair curling between the two strong muscular
mounds. "You really are a handsome bastard" Brian said Stretching his
thumbs out from the rest of his hands like a camera sight and laying his
palms gently down on Willie's thighs "especially here" he added looking at
the mass of flesh and hair that fell between Willie's legs, down onto the
couch.
Brian looked down worshipfully at Willie's crotch, and remembered how
nice Willy's crotch looked when he had been standing. Then the puckered
tip of his fat tool fell close to his knee, and that the long folds of his
ball sack took his balls half down his thigh. But now as he sat, the
crinkled folds of his ball sack cascaded down from his thick hair, until
finally it kissed up against his huge balls and folded over in soft fleshy
drapes, and his uncut organ ran gently across his huge balls, out across
the couch. And like a sitting or standing Buddha, Brian didn't know which
was more magical.
But as Brian stared at his God it came to life. Almost indiscernible
at first, with only a slight smoothing of it's wrinkles, it grew out along
the couch, until a lip of foreskin caught on the ribbing, and it popped up
over the edge. Then swelling, it strained to lifted it's own heavy mass
up even with the edge of the couch. Finally in a long slow mystical
unveiling the head slowly appeared from with in the peeling foreskin, and
glistened in Brian's eye.
This was too much for Brian, and like a man with a holy mission, he
reverently pick up the heavy organ, and after pushing the skin behind the
fat head into a bunch, slid it into his mouth and gently closed his lips
with a moan.
He just held it there for a long moment, letting it's weight pushed
against his lower lip. Then as he heard the calling of it musky taste on
his tongue he pulled back the skin that had fallen against his lips, and
began cleaning the head with his tongue. He licked along the underside,
tasting and feeling the shape of the fat crown until he was sure it was
clean then dragged his tongue up against the slit, and pushed in. It
opened against the pressure, and bit back gently, as he moved his tongue
up and down the long slit, tasting the man.
Once he was finally being sucked, Willie relaxed, and began enjoying
the warmth of Brian's mouth over him, and moved his hand down onto Brian's
head and stroked it. Brian's hair felt soft and smooth compared to his
girlfriend, and he ran his fingers through it, and drew up long strands,
and let them fall through his fingers.
Some guy who had wanted to suck off willie's big cock at the bus
station had tried telling him how much better a man was at giving head
than a woman, and now he believed him. Brian had every inch of the
growing thing down his throat, and held the base tight with his lips as he
threw his head up and down over it. It wasn't nearly hard yet, but, it
was rapidly out growing Brian's throat, and soon Brian had to stop and
came up for air. He bent the wet mass out the side of his mouth, and
slapped it up against his face, and fell forward into Willie's thick mat
of hair, and rubbed his face through it. He loved the feel of Willie's
hair. It was thick, course, and springy, and he bit at it with his lip,
drawing the tightly curled hair out into long fibers.
Reaching down and pulling a louse hair from the end of his cock,
Willie ran his finger along the underside of his head, and pushed it up
against Brian's lips. Brian jumped up, and dove back down over the thing
swallowing it to the base, as he rearranged himself on all fours over it.
Then sliding his thumbs under the soft balls and his fingers up into the
course hair he closed his eyes, and began sliding the ever hardening thing
in and out of his throat.
Willie slid down a little on the couch, and put his hands on the side
of Brian's head, and watched as his meat appeared, and disappeared behind
Brian's stretched lips. Then when he was fully hard, he gently pushed
Brian's face down his rod into his hair, and held him there as he
purposefully throbbed it in his throat. "God, that's nice!" Willie said,
gently thrusting as he rocked Brian's head back and forth over his
inflammed tool.
"Auuu Huuu" Brian gurgled, barley able to stretch his lip enough to
make the sounds.
"My lady loves my cock, but she can't do this" Willie said slowly
pulling Brian's head up and down the length of his tool, several times
before settling in and putting his hands back behind his head.
Bringing the entire length slowly out of his throat, Brian carefully
held the head in his lips just behind the crown, and began stroking the
tool with both hands. He'd sucked a lot of cocks in his day, paying for
more than a few promising bulges, but none had ever seemed as wonderful as
Willie's, and some had even been bigger, although it was hard to believe
when the entire thing was throbbing down his throat. What made Willie so
great was his attitude. After he had settled down he was so relaxed about
the whole thing that it allowed Brian to really enjoy him. Normally he
was so worried about doing it right, and making the thing feel good, that
half of his pleasure was lost to fear. But, Willie seemed honestly
grateful for the good suck, and didn't care what Brian did.
"Keep it up, babe, and you'll need an umbrella for the cum storm,"
Willie said with a big smile as he watched Brian working his tool. "I
ain't kidding. I'm getting close".
"O.K." Brian moaned pulling the tool from his mouth, and rubbing it's
wet shaft against his cheek, as he kissed and licked at the few hairs that
grew from the fat base. "Can you cume more that once?" Brian asked, still
licking the base as he looked hopefully up at Willie.
"No, sorry," Willie laughed, pulling his leg from under Brian's elbow,
and his balls from under his wrist. "One BIG shoot, that's it. But, you
won't be disappointed I'm sure. I'll drowned you in all the cum you'll
ever want."
"Yea," Brian said wide eyed and excited. "Give it to me."
"Take it," Willie said, pushing his hard tool along Brian's face and
against his forehead.
Brian didn't waste any time getting it back into his mouth, and with
in a few moments had it close to spilling again. "I can taste you," Brian
said with a big smile as he pulled the head from his mouth, and tickled
the slit with his tongue. "You're close again, aren't you?"
"Suck it" Willie moaned, pulling Brian's mouth back down over it, and
thrusting into him.
Brian knew he was close, he could feel the fluids starting to dribble
onto his tongue. "Give it to me, babe," Brian said putting his tongue and
lips against the head, and stroking the wet shaft with his palms, as the
first of the seed began erupting. When Willie said that he came in
buckets Brian had expected violent splashes, but what he got were endless
rolling jets of snow white come bubbling, and boiling gently out in vast
gushing rivers that rolled down the side of the fat cock into thick pools
at it's base. It was like an old fashion water-fountain that ran
constantly sending it fluids gently up into the air before falling back
down around the hard porcelain head in sheets.
Brian watched the fat head bubble and churn a moment, then locked his
lips behind the head and drank the refreshing fluids. He swallowed, and
swallowed, as his mouth continued to be filled with the fluid, until
finally he pulled the still pumping organ out and layed it against his
lips, and licked at the come as it poured out down his chin.
"Haaaa!" Willie moaned as Brian began helping the flow with a gently
finger behind the gushing head. "Stop!" he finally blurted out, wrapping
his huge hand around his organ and Brian's fingers, until the deluge
finally subsided.
"God, I'm in love with this cock," Brian said, still lapping at the
fluids as they ran down the side of it. "I never expected anything like
that. I've never seen anything like that to expect. It was wonderful,
Fucking wonderful", and he opened his mouth as wide as possible, so as not
to disturb the come that still clung to the head, and lowered his mouth
down over it reverently, and cleaned the last of it off the head. "I got
to have this again," he said laying he wet lips down against the great
balls and kissing them.
"Sure, I can always use the money, and you give great head" Willie
said looking around for a clock.
"You want to spend the night?" Brian ask hopefully as he wrapped his
hand around the softening wet cock, and snuggled his face up into Willie's
moist balls.
"I really got to get going" he said, finding a clock. "If my lady
finds out about this she'll scratch both our eyes out. She may not be
able to suck like you, but that pretty slit of her's can down right take
my meat like no slit I've ever used."
"How about tomorrow morning before work?" Brian ask holding onto the
shrinking cock for dear life. "I won't be able to think at work if I have
to wait all day to get it again."
"I don't know," Willie said attemping to get up "I can't come all the
time like some folks, and if I don't fill my lady up regular, she'll know
something is going on. Listen I really got to go."
"O.K." Brian said grabbing his wallet, and pulling out another twenty,
for Willie. "Here I really got to have that again."