From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: TUESDAY DELIGHT by MANFUN
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 1996 07:18:19 GMT

                         TUESDAY DELIGHT

by MANFUN

It was one of those perfect Southern California mornings.  If I
could have found someone to buy it for mew I would have given him
anything he wanted.  I felt like Curley but there wasn't any corn
fields around and the nearest cow was who knows were.  I tackled
those domestic chores which seem always to be there.  The morning
flew by and things seemed to just get done with little or no
effort.

It was early afternoon and after doing all those nasty chores I
deserved a treat.  I went to Griff's for some R & R.  When I walked
in I was blind and walked straight into the bar rail.  Nice first
impression even thought I couldn't see who was there.  When my eyes
adjusted I looked around, sitting against the wall was this hunk.
One look and it was lust, love, wedding dress, white fence and two
and a half dos.  The more I looked at him sitting there all along
the more I had to say hello.  Even if he rejected me - who cared. 
He was just too good looking to past up.  If the only thing I got
out of it was a jack off fantasy it would be well worth it. I
walked over to where he was sitting against the wall and said "Hi,
my name is John."  Great beginning !!!!  He spoke back.  His name
was Ken. First base, maybe.  I stood there trying to think of
something clever to say, but my mind was blank.  That is when Ken
started asking questions, you know those small type of questions. 

Within a minute I was sitting beside a 6'4', 175# hunk, with brown
hair, deep set hazel eyes.  His lips were kissable, very full.  His
high check bones only added to his good looks.  As I took inventory
his chest stood out against his knit shirt it had to be at least
a 40-42 with his nipples shoving out of the material.  His waist
was at least 10 inches smaller than his chest.  But the piece de
resistance was down his left pants leg.   I am no judge of inches,
but it was big.  We talked for awhile when he asked if I wanted to
go out on the patio - I would have gone to the moon if he asked -
without a  rocket, yet.  Since it was early in the afternoon we
were alone on the patio.  I couldn't help myself I just had to
touch him.  I put my hand on his leg as we were sitting there in
the sun.  I could feel him flex his leg.  By this time I was ready
to cream my jeans, the closeness to this hunk was more than a body
should have to take.  I left my hand on his leg, slowly inching it
up.  Ken stopped me and took my hand and put it into his crouch. 
He was hard as a rock  -- I almost came then and there.  My head
was spinning at this point with lust.  I reached over and
unbuttoned his 501's -- out popped at least 10" of man meat.  It
didn't take me long for me to wrap my lips around it. It tasted his
pre-cum, what a sweet taste.I would have done him there and then
but Ken stopped me.  @#%^$#&*+%$#@.  We were in Griff's and playing
was one thing but what we had started needed to be taken home.  I
really didn't want to stop but Ken was right.  We left Griff's and
headed to my place.  This kid sitting next to me made my heart go
into arrest mode.  I couldn't believe this 23 year old hunk of
manhood was going to be in my bed in the next ten minutes.  We made
it home much to my amazement, without my wreaking the car.  I
stripped Ken -- just looking at him.  I would have been satisfied
just to stand there and drink in his being. Ken wouldn't let me
just stand there, he attached my cock, like a calf after his
mother's milk.  This kid knew how to suck. I got in to a 69
position and when down on him, which was no easy task, stuffing his
10" down my throat was hard work, but I made it.  Within 10 minutes
we were both blasting off in each others throats. 

When things calmed down I started to kissing Ken, I could taste my
cum with each kiss, his cock was still hard.  I turned him over I
had to get at that ass.  For some reason, the bondage straps where
still attached to the bed, I bound his arms and legs, I was lucky
he really like it, because besides being an account exec for an
agency, he also taught karate part-time, just to stay in shape. 
Ken had also done some profession modeling for national magazines. 

Brains and a body, too.  His ass was white against the deep tan he
had.  I started to spank it lightly, the feeling of flesh against
flesh was great.  Ken moaned and told me to hit him harder, if that
is what he wanted that is what he was going to get.  I stated to
really give it to him, his ass came up to meet my hand, the harder
I hit him the more he seemed to want, by now the white had turned
to a bright red.  I kissed each check, then buried my face in his
crack.  I inhaled deeply, filling my senses with his musky, manly
fragrance.  I licked up and down his crack, finally stopping at his
puckered hole.  I buried my tongue as far as I could in his ass. 
Ken was going wild pushing back to get more of my tongue up his ass
and pulling against his bondage.  This was just to good to be true,
this hunk of a man, bound to my bed to use as I wanted.  I just had
to have that ass, I put on a rubber and stroved my cock home.  His
hot hole was heaven.  I pounded away, slapping his cheeks between
thrusts.  I could take much of this and soon was blasted my second
load up his ass.  Ken moaned at the same time and dumped a load all
over the bed under him, each time he shot, his ass milked my cock.

I have seen Ken quite a few times since that first Tuesday and each
time it gets better and better............