"The Bus Terminal"

by decal <decal02@hotmail.com>


D A N

	The revival meeting is hitting a fever-pitch.  I'm surrounded by
hot, sweaty people shouting "Hallelujah" and "Praise the Lord" over and
over again.  Some begin sobbing in ecstatic joy. I am anxious and
uncertain, wondering why I am here.  Barbara is suddenly in front of me,
her flimsy, white dress soaked in sweat and clinging to her mature,
athletic body.  The top of her dress is open showing her cleavage ... she
isn't wearing a bra ... her prominent, dark nipples show through the thin
cotton.
	 "Praise the Lord, Danny, praise the Lord!" she cries out.
	 "Praise the Lord," I answer, trying to sound enthusiastic.
	She throws her arms around me and pulls me up close.  My arms are
held tightly at my sides.  My face is buried against her chest just above
her breasts.  Why am I so short? I wonder.  One of her hands is playing
with my hair, the other rubbing up and down my back and butt.
	 "Praise the Lord, my beautiful little boy," she whispers down to
me.
	What's this 'little boy' crap? I think, feeling insulted.  Suddenly
she lifts my face up and places her full lips on mine.  I try to break
away, but she holds me tightly in place.
	"But Danny, it's the kiss of peace," she says.
	Her tongue probes my lips, and I finally let her in.  She explores
the inside of my mouth as her hand moves down between us.  Her other hand
is squeezing my butt.  When she finally stops kissing me, I find that she
has unbuttoned more of her dress and pulled it open, revealing her ample,
sweat-damp breasts.
	It suddenly hits me.  I am 10 years old.  How the hell can I be 10
years old?
	"Play with them, Danny, play with them," she tells me.
	"It's wrong," I say to her.
	"But look around," she says.
	I look around and see people kissing and fondling each other.  Most
are in their underwear ... some are naked.  I see the preacher.  His
massive, hairy chest is bare.  His penis is sticking out of his pants.  He
is playing with it ... it's long and thick and hard.  He is yelling
"Hallelujah!"
	"See, it's OK, Danny."
	Barbara pulls my hands up and places them over her bare breasts.  I
start to squeeze and rub them.  They feel wonderful.
	"That's it, Danny.  Oh, that feels so good.  Squeeze 'em hard."
	As I play with her tits, I continue to stare over at the preacher.
His dick is growing and growing.  A naked man drops to his knees in front
of him.
	"I want to be saved!" he cries out and starts kissing and licking
the head of the preacher's cock.
	I feel a hand playing with my crotch.  I'm naked except for my
white Jockeys.  What happened to my clothes?  Barbara is totally naked now
and on her knees in front of me.  The others crowd around us.  They are
fondling themselves and each other as they watch Barbara play with my dick
through my briefs. I am hard.  I can't believe how hard I am.  The
sensations coursing through my genitals are fantastic.  I glance over and
see that the man is now leaning over and the preacher's cock has totally
disappeared into his ass.  The man is crying out 'Praise the Lord!' over
and over again.
	"Show us, sister," the preacher calls out in a deep, thundering
voice.
	"Show us!" the crowd begins to chant.  "Show us!"
	Slowly Barbara starts to pull down my underpants.  I grab at the
elastic waist with both my hands to stop her.
	"Now be a good boy," she coos.
	She tugs hard on my briefs, but my grip is strong.  The thin, white
cotton gives with a loud tear.  I look down.  The front of my Jockeys is
now torn open, the cloth hanging in shreds from the waistband I'm still
gripping.  My hard boy's pecker is out there now for all to see.  Barbara
starts stroking and pulling on it.  It feels wonderful.  My dick begins to
grow.  Bigger and bigger it grows.  I stare down in disbelief as it becomes
a man's cock.
	"I want to be saved!  Saved ... saved ... saved ...," Barbara cries
out and then wraps her mouth around the monster that is still growing from
between my legs.
	I feel someone shaking my shoulder.
	"Hey kid, are you OK?" comes a manly, distant voice.

E R I C

	Whenever I'm in the neighborhood and have a little time, I'll go
check out the waiting area at the bus terminal.  Because of the nearby
university there can be young guys hanging around waiting for their buses.
And if they're bored or horny enough, they can appreciate the attention a
mature, bear of a man like me can give them ... even if they are arrow
straight.  In fact, it is the straight ones, in my experience, that
appreciate it the most.  Strange maybe, but true.  I don't spend a lot of
time wondering about it.  Just give 'em what they'll handle.  Usually a
quick blow job in a stall in the nearby mens' room.  With a little coaxing
some have returned the favor, letting my uncut rod slip down their throats.
And once, this hunk of a Chinese kid leaned over and spread his ass cheeks
for both my tongue and my cock.  I saw him a few weeks later near the
campus with his red-haired girlfriend hanging all over him and just smiled
to myself as the memory of his tight ass had me!
 bul ging my jeans.  I followed them for a little while hoping they'd go
their separate ways but finally gave up.  He did spot me though and turned
away quickly when I smiled at him.  After that, he showed hard under his
sweatpants.  I'm sure his girl thought it was because of her, but I knew
better and so did he.  I haven't seen him since but do keep a lookout. Yes,
I do.
	But I'm not here to write about this Chinese boy, as much as I'd
love to report on getting him to visit my place for a night.  Maybe
someday.  Rather I want to tell you about Eric (that's me, by the way)
meeting up with Dan, a bi boy who may now be leaning a bit closer to homo
than hetero from getting to know me.
	Yeah, I can do that to a guy.
	Yeah, I'm grinning ear to ear in humility ... oh, and modesty, too!
	Anyway, I was at the bus terminal one afternoon.  I really didn't
have a whole lot of time and was hoping for a quick cruise and conquest --
sometimes I've been lucky that way.  As I entered the waiting area, I
initially felt disappointment.  It was practically deserted.  A couple of
elderly women at the end nearest the windows and nearby a teenage mother
and her infant.
	Oh, well, I thought.  Then I stopped.  All was not lost after all.
There was this kid, lying out full length on a bench at the other and more
dimly lit end.  That was the direction of the mens' room, so I wandered
slowly in that direction.  As I approached, I found him sound asleep.  His
head, covered in thick, black hair, was resting on his bunched up jacket,
and his arm was over his forehead shielding his eyes.  His other hand was
dangling down to the floor next to his knapsack and next to his knapsack
was his dropped bus ticket to ... I squinted my eyes to see ... Escondido.
He was wearing a faded, bit-too-small Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt.  'Honolulu'
it read under the logo.  The shirt was pulled out of his pants (which were
loose-fitting and rested low, very low, on his hips) revealing his bare
stomach and a good three inches of his pale blue and white striped boxers.
The rectangular 'Tommy Hilfiger' badge was just below his belly button (an
'inny' -- have I told you I lov!  e in nies?).
	Now this kid (18 ... 19 tops) was fuckin' gorgeous in that
wholesome, innocent, virgin-like way that you know I find so appealing.  So
you know I would have at least looked hard and long ... storing up a strong
image for my ritual jerk off that night ... before rushing off to my damn
dental appointment.  But instead I stopped dead in my tracks.  For to the
right of 'Tommy' was the outline of the head and upper shaft of a very
thick and very aroused dick.  Not only that but a stain of fresh pre-cum
darkened the blue and white cotton.
	'Seven, at least, probably more' was my first, fevered thought
... the swelling of my prick in the tight confines of my 501's was my
first, instinctual reaction.
	Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm the dirtiest of old men, but hey, 36 isn't
that old yet.
	I quickly glanced up and down the waiting area.  The elderly ladies
were busy chatting between themselves and the young mother and child were
heading out the front door.  I quickly groped myself to give my growing
cock an easier time of it and then dropped down on the bench across from
Tommy (lacking another name at the moment).  The space between us was only
about five feet, and I had a good view of his aroused manhood.  I proceeded
to rub my crotch as I feasted my eyes on him.  I took a chance and released
the three middle buttons of my fly, so that I could get closer to my heated
up dick.  Damn, I thought, why the fuck did I wear briefs today?  A fantasy
filled my brain of jumping up, pulling open my pants and jerking a hot load
all over this innocent sleeping boy.  But my fantasy stopped immediately
when Tommy's cock noticeably flexed under the stretched broadcloth of his
boxers.  I watched a pearl of pre-cum ooze through the cotton fabric.
	"Barbara ...," the boy whispered.
	Given my highly excited condition, I was frankly surprised that I
caught what he said.  Barbara, huh?  This was no sleep or piss hard-on.
Ol' Tommy boy was having a dream encounter of a very sexual nature.  This
excited me even more, thinking that the young man lying before me was at
that moment, in that head of his, probably screwing some chick.  Guess he
might not be that innocent after all.
	The top button of my Levi's seemed to come undone of its own
volition.  My hand was inside my CKs, wrapped around my throbbing, now
heavily leaking pole.  Briefly, but only briefly, the thought crossed my
mind that I was being fuckin' foolish taking such a risk ... guys get
arrested for less around here.  But then Tommy's cock flexed again, much
more strongly this time.  More pre-cum emerged from his piss-slit making
the dark spot on his boxers grow.  I was helplessly lost now ... a part of
me prayed that the guardian angel of fuck-buddies would protect me.
	Visions now filled my frenzied mind of Tommy's erection first
probing, then plunging into this Barbara person's hot and aroused cunt.  I
saw his hard, dimpled ass relax and contract as he fucked her.  I was
practically on the verge of flooding my briefs in hot cum when suddenly
Tommy began to jerk and thrash about.
	"Saved ... saved ... saved ...," he cried out hoarsely as he turned
away from me toward the back of the bench.
	I pulled my hand out of my briefs and half stood up.  I reached
over and grabbed his shoulder with my left hand.  I laid my other hand on
his waist, touching both bare skin and the top of his boxers.  Two
finger-tips touched the hardness of his erection.  I shook him gently.
	"Hey kid, are you OK?"

D A N

	My transition from dream to reality was slow and blurred.  Someone
was shaking me.  A man's voice.  It wasn't the preacher's ... so I focused
on it, letting it guide me back.  I was on my side.  Then I was gently
eased onto my back.  I felt a hand press on my cock ... she's still there?
	"It's OK ... it's OK ... only a dream."
	His voice again.
	I opened my eyes and blinked a few times.  A man's face.  Buzz-cut,
dark hair.  Deep blue eyes.  I don't know him.  I try to rise up.
	"Easy ... easy, boy," he said soothingly as he pushes me back down.
"Relax a moment.  It's OK.  There's no hurry."
	I drop back on the hard ... hard ... bench.  It came back to me.  I
was at the bus terminal.  I must have fallen asleep.
	"That was some dream," the man said.  He was smiling down at me,
warm and friendly.
	"Yeah ... it sure was," I replied, feeling a little embarrassed.
God, I hope I didn't scream ... I've been known to do that with intense
dreams.  I tried to look around, expecting to see a crowd of people
gathered.  But all I could see was the man.
	"Who's Barbara?" he asked.
	"My mother's best ...," I started to answer.  "What do you mean?"
	"You called out that name," the man answered.
	"Oh ...," I said.  The dream had been quickly receding into the dim
recesses of my mind, but with the mention of Barbara's name, it came back
with a vengeance.  Total recall.  (Oh, shit, what else did I call out!!!)
I had had variations on the theme for years, all centering on that revival
meeting.  Dreams now confused reality ... whatever reality was for a 10
year old kid.  Today I can't imagine that the revival really turned into
the orgy I now dreamed about, but I do know that my mother's best friend
seduced me and that I had my first ejaculation that night with her mouth
over my hard pecker.  I'm also sure that I saw a man's naked erection for
the first time, too.  Anything more than that ... I just can't be sure.
But whatever happened, my ol' dream life has been fooling around with it
for years.
	"What's your name?"  Eric's voice broke through my reverie.
	"Dan."
	"Mine's Eric.  You a student here?"
	"No.  I'm from the Bay Area.  On the way to visit some friends.  In
Escondido."
	I became suddenly aware of my cock.  It was rock hard ... a hand
WAS on it ... Eric's hand ... I felt his fingers wrap around it and gently
squeeze ...
	"What the fuck!" I said, trying to rise up again.
	Your hand on my chest held me down.
	"Easy ... easy.  It's just that ... that I've been known ... you
know ... to help a guy out."
	Eric gently squeezed again.  It felt damn good, but I was feeling a
little too freaked out by everything that was happening to enjoy it.
	"I gotta take a leak," I blurted out.  I wasn't sure I needed to,
but it was all I could think of to get out of the situation.
	I tried to rise up again, and this time Eric didn't stop me.  I
quickly looked down, and he took his hand off the bulge of my hard-on.
	"Uh ... sorry ...," Eric muttered.  "Didn't mean to be so forward."
	I saw the large wet spot on my shorts.  Christ, had I already
cum???  No ... no ... I still felt a load churning in my balls, ready to
burst forth at any moment.  I quickly raised my ass, grabbed the waist of
my pants, and pulled them up to cover my boxers ... and my bone.
	"How fuckin' embarrassing," I blurted out, half under my breath.
	"Hey, don't worry about it, Dan," Eric said quietly.  "There's no
one around."
	"Yeah, but you are."
	I swung around and sat up.  Eric had leaned back, and I got this
view of his open Levi's and the head of his own massive erection sticking
out past the elastic waistband of his white CK's.  The head, partly covered
by an ample foreskin, was shiny with pre-cum.  Eric pulled the front of his
briefs down, giving me an even better look.  I looked up into his eyes.
	Jeez, the man was gay and wanted me.  Wanted me real bad!
	Now, as usual, this kind of situation made me both excited and very
anxious.  Since that first chance when I was 15, I had had several
opportunities over the years to get it on with a guy.  But I had always
freaked out, escaped and jerked off for weeks to "might-have-been"
fantasies.  All this while I was fucking myself silly with whoever my
current girlfriend was.  This was the anxious part.  I liked girls ... so
what the hell was I doing lusting after guys.
	And, so ... what was I doing at that moment as I sat on that bench,
staring at Eric's aroused manhood (for Christ's sake, he even started
fooling around with his foreskin)?  Yeah, I was freaking.  I quickly
grabbed my jacket and shoved it in my knapsack.
	"Well, gotta take off now," I said, trying with difficulty to keep
my voice from shaking.
	I stood up, threw my pack onto my shoulder and quickly headed for
the mens' room.
	Even as I escaped, the jerk-off fantasies were beginning to form.
This Eric was one ... hot ... man!  I hoped Sally was ready for one hell of
a fuck tonight.

E R I C

	My hand on Tommy's, uh, Dan's hard-on?
	That wasn't really planned.  Really.  I pride myself with being a
bit more restrained than that, especially since the last thing I wanted to
do was scare the hunky bugger off.  But once I turned him onto his back and
found the palm of my hand resting on top of that marvelous bulge ... well,
I just couldn't pull it away.
	Squeezing Dan's hard-on?
	That wasn't really planned either.  Really.  But I had to, you
know, check out how thick he was.  Thicker than most, that's for sure.  But
the kid got scared.  Can't really blame him.  I can't.
	And exposing myself to him?
	That wasn't really planned either.  Really.  He hadn't gone off and
slugged me, so what was there to lose?  Yeah, I know, my pride.  But you
try telling that to YOUR cock ... and don't call me a slut unless you say
it friendly-like.
	So now I had a dilemma.  Do I follow him?  Even though I sensed
interest, he did look pretty shaken up.  I decided to let him be and not
put him through anymore ... I hope that you are duly impressed.  Some fish
you have to let go.  But then ... I spotted his ... can you guess?  Yeah,
lying on the floor in front of me ... his bus ticket.
	So much for letting him be.
	As I headed to the mens' room, I fully expected to find Dan in one
of the stalls with sounds of a hand working hot flesh filling the air.  I
just hoped he'd chanced on the stall with the hole.  Maybe then I could at
least watch.  So, I was surprised to find him standing at one of the
urinals.  The middle one of the three.
	"You dropped your ticket," I said.
	Startled, Dan jumped ever so slightly and turned toward me, enough
that I could see his still very hard dick sticking out the fly of his
pants.
	"Uh ... thanks," he answered and turned back to the urinal.
	His knapsack was on the floor next to the sinks.  I laid the ticket
on top.
	"Good idea," I then said as I approached the urinals, pulling open
the buttons of my fly.
	I moved up to his left, shoved down the front of my briefs and
released both my cock and balls.  My cock had calmed down a bit so my
foreskin covered the head.  As I pulled the foreskin back, I gave a quick
glance at Dan.  Damn if he wasn't watching ... and he was staring so
intently that he didn't even notice I'd caught him.  As I started to piss,
I stared straight ahead, trying to calm the excitement building inside me,
while giving him plenty of chances to look.  He's a live one, and I almost
fuckin' LET HIM GO.  But keep steady and calm, I told myself.  I knew from
long experience that I could still scare him off ... but the biggest hurdle
was behind me.  By the time the last of my urine trickled out, my full 9
inches was resting hard and thick in my hand.
	"Ah, that feels better," I said as I slowly turned my head to look
at him.  I also shifted my body ever so slightly in his direction.  He
looked at me.  His green eyes flashed with uncertainty.  I looked down.
The kid's right hand was still holding his erect beauty.  Cut.  Thick
shaft, slightly larger head.  Easily 7 and a half.
	"It's a bitch pissing through a boner, isn't it?" I said with a
wide grin.
	Dan broke into a laugh.
	"Yeah ... sure is."
	The tension was finally breaking.  I was at the next big decision
point.  I hesitated a moment.  Then, as much as I wanted to get my hands on
him, I took his left hand and guided it to my cock.  The moment of truth.
I felt him resist.  But then when his fingers touched the hot skin of my
rod, he relaxed and took over, running his fingers lightly up and down its
length.  He turned towards me, and I reached down and started handling his
meat.  For the next minute or so we explored each other's manhood.  Total
and complete silence ... unless you count the noise in my head as I prayed
over and over that no one interrupt us.

D A N

	"Feels good, doesn't it?" Eric asked.
	"Yeah ...," I answered.
	And it did.  I had never seen, much less touched, a cock as big as
Eric's.  That was exciting enough.  But feeling his hand fondling me
... well, I began realizing how much I'd wanted a man to touch me ... to
touch me ... down there.  And I was finally letting it happen.
	"I'm getting close," I suddenly blurted out.
	"Not yet," Eric said as he pulled his hand away from my dick.
	We both stared down at it as it jerked and throbbed there between
us, hovering on the verge of an explosion.  But the build up in my groin
eased.  I let out a long, slow breath.
	"Close, huh?" Eric said.
	I giggled and Eric laughed.
	"Come on," he said and quickly pulled me into one of the stalls.
	For a moment, we stood there facing each other, my back to the
john, our erections dancing between us.  Eric made the first move and
leaned over and placed his lips on mine.  Later I was surprised that I
didn't back away ... look, I'd never kissed a guy before ... but I guess I
was ready.  Rather, I parted my lips.  His arms were around me instantly,
his tongue aggressively attacking the inside of my mouth.  He quite
literally took my breath away.  After a few moments, I fought back, and he
backed off, letting my tongue reach into and explore his hot mouth.  At the
same time, we ground our crotches together, bare cock against bare cock.
	When we finally came up for air, Eric pulled off his shirt and
quickly pulled mine off, too.  Both he carefully placed on the stall door's
hook.  As he turned back to face me, I noticed a gold ring in one of his
nipples.  That's where he pulled my face.  The thought of sucking on a
guy's tit had never occurred to me, and I started to lick and suck it
gently.  I was surprised at how hard it was.  I was also intrigued by the
metal ring, hoping it wouldn't come off in my mouth.
	(Funny where your mind can lead you, isn't it?  Here I was,
throwing all caution to the wind and having a sexual encounter in a public
place WITH A MAN and what am I worrying about?  I'm worrying about
swallowing his nipple ring!)
	"Don't baby it, Dan," Eric whispered.  "Chew on it."
	Chew on it?  Well, if you say so, I thought.  I began to 'nibble on
his nipple' (sorry ... I couldn't resist) with my front teeth.
	"Oh, god, yes," he moaned.  "Harder."
	He amazed me.  The harder I bit, the more he liked it.  Then he
switched me over to his other nipple, and I gave it the same treatment.
That's when he started squeezing my nipples ... both at the same time.  I
couldn't believe the sensations that began to race from his pinching
fingers right down to the depths of my gonads.  Shit, I thought I was going
to explode right then and there.  Eric must have sensed how close I was
again getting, because he suddenly stepped back from me.
	Then he just stood there ... staring at me.  I held his gaze.  We
stood there like that for a minute or so, the masculine intensity growing
between us.  God, I thought, is this what I've been missing?
	I broke eye contact first, letting my eyes wander down his body.
He was a large man, thick but muscular around the middle.  His chest and
stomach were covered in dark hair.  His jeans had slipped down off his hips
and were held up by his thighs.  His cock and balls were resting on top of
the waistband of his briefs.  As I stared down at his cock, Eric began to
stroke its length.  The hood of his foreskin slowly covered and uncovered
the head.
	"Come on," he whispered.  "I know you want to."
	Saying that, he placed his other hand on my shoulder.  I let him
slowly push me down until I was sitting on the toilet seat.  He stepped
between my legs, his cock pointing at my face.  Jeez, I'm actually going to
suck a man's penis.  I began to feel those "freaking out" feelings again.
	"That's it," he said and pressed the tip of his erection against my
lips.
	I opened my mouth and let him enter.  No sooner did his manhood
fill my mouth and press against the back of my throat than those anxious
feelings faded.

E R I C

	Dan was a virgin to guy-to-guy sex ... by the time I slipped my
dick into his mouth, I was certain of it.  Anxiety-laced interest.  A
certain awkwardness.  A beguiling need to be led.  He showed all the signs.
	"The teeth, buddy," I whispered, somewhat urgently.
	He pulled off my rod and looked up at me.
	"Sorry."
	He said it with this boyish grin that spoke volumes.  This was no
longer against his will ... not in the slightest.  Then he was back to
work, licking and mouthing and sucking on my cock.  And tonguing around my
foreskin ... god, he was getting off on my hood!
	Some guys get impatient with a first-timer.  They want to get down
to business as quickly as possible with a deep, throat-ripping face-fuck.
Not me.  Technique is nothing compared to the turn on of knowing mine is
the first that's filled a guy's mouth.  Anyway, whatever Dan was lacking in
technique was certainly made up for in enthusiasm down there between my
legs.  I pushed down the front of my CKs some more, giving him better
access.
	"The balls, boy."
	No further encouragement was necessary.  While I pulled my cock up
toward my belly, Dan went right for my low hanging, hairy orbs, sucking
first one, then switching to the other.  Back and forth he went, and at my
urging, he closed his lips tightly around each sack and tugged, gently at
first, then harder.  He really got the hang of it ... god, I loved it!  By
then, I was getting close, damn close, to shooting off.  But, I had further
hopes from this young man.

D A N

	When I moved back to sucking on Eric's cock, I was thinking quickly
about whether I was going to let him cum in my mouth.  My mind ran with
that thought, and I was instantly thinking about how much I really loved
having my own dick sucked ... and how frustrating it always was when the
girl I was with would finish me off with her hand.
	However ... there was this one chick in college who loved penis so
much she had her hand between my legs or down in my pants every chance she
got.  The relationship ... if you could call it that ... only lasted a few
weeks, but those weeks were wild and pretty crazy.  Like the time on a
crowded Ocean Beach ... under the blanket ... you get the picture? ... so
did most of those lying around us.  When we finished and dashed off into
the surf, there were quite a few guys showing their envy with bulging
Speedos and tented shorts.  And you've probably guessed it ... the best
part was that she sucked me dry, taking my cum like it was her life force.
	With Sally I hadn't been able to get her to go beyond licking my
dick and putting it in her mouth for a few quick sucks.  Hey, don't get me
wrong ... that was OK.  I love Sally.  You just can't have everything in
this life ...
	Enough of the diversion.  Back to Eric's cock stretching my mouth
to the max.  I had decided that I would let him shoot off into me ... with
the obvious hope that he would return the favor.  Just when I thought he
was about to flood my mouth, though, he leaned over and pulled me up.
Another deep kiss.  He then looked me in the eye and winked.
	"My turn, buddy," he said.
	He dropped down on his knees.  I think I moaned kind of loud when
he sucked my erection into his mouth and right down his throat.  God
almighty, that penis-hungry chick had never taken ALL of my 7 and a half
inches, but here was Eric, his nose buried in my open pants and the fly of
my boxers, hands firmly clasping and roughly squeezing my ass cheeks.  I
tell you, there was no holding me back.  I fuckin' unloaded.  My whole body
writhed and shook as he held me fast.  My orgasm lasted longer than any I'd
ever experienced.  Hey, why not?  This one began when I was 10 years old,
didn't it?  Images of my dream flashed through my mind.  'Saved ... saved
... saved.'  Then music: '... the only boy who could ever reach me was the
son of the preacher man ..."
	As my orgasm finally subsided (preacher man???), I must have
started to collapse on the spot.  Eric quickly stood and held me up, my
arms draped over his broad shoulders.
	"That sure was something," he whispered in my ear.
	"Uh, huh ...," was all that I could muster.
	"You know, Dan," he continued, "I can make you feel even better."
	"Im ... possi ... ble," I answered with an exhausted laugh.

E R I C

	Impossible?
	Hey, don't ever, ever give me a challenge.  This boy would learn
that.
	I slipped Dan's arms off my shoulders and turned him around.
	"Whatcha goin' to do?" he asked.
	"You'll see," I answered as I started to play with his nipples.
	"Don't you want me to ... you know ... (very softly) suck you off,
too?"
	"All in good time," I answered.  "All in good time."
	I was convinced that he knew what was coming next, especially when
he didn't resist my next moves.  I slowly let my hands wander down to his
pants ... you know, those pants that seemed to defy the laws of physics by
just barely hanging there on his hips.  I first undid the waist button, and
gravity finally got its due.  They promptly dropped to the floor.  Then
through the broadcloth of his boxers I positioned my manhood right along
his crack.
	"How's that feel?" I asked as I rubbed my hardness up and down.
	"Sweet."
	"Been fucked before?'
	"No."
	"But you want it?"
	"Yeah ... I think I do.  It'll hurt ... won't it?
	"It will a bit, but if you relax, you'll love it," I answered.
"I'll take it slow and easy."
	To be honest, he really surprised me.  Either he was one damn good
actor or I was about to break in a very willing virgin ass.  Either way, I
was hot and I was ready.  I got him to lean against the wall above the
toilet with his arms outstretched.  I knelt down and started chewing on his
ass cheeks through his boxers.  Dan moaned softly and laughed.  I started
to pull his shorts down, but they got hung up in front.  When I reached
around, I was amazed to find that his cock was still hard.  Ah ... youth!
I maneuvered his erection around and got his boxers down to his ankles.
Then I spread his tight, muscular cheeks and got my first look at his hole.
He smelled musky but was clean.  That's all I needed to plunge my face into
his ass and aim my tongue for his prize.
	"Oh, Christ ...," he quietly moaned.
	He clearly didn't expect the loving foreplay I was going to give
him.

D A N

	Can't believe I would let him plug my ass?  Me, too.  I look back
on it now and am amazed, totally amazed.  Getting blown?  Well, OK.
Straight dudes rarely give a damn who's swinging on their meat ... as long
as they're good.  But to let some guy slip his prick up your ass.  Now
that's major.  (God, what if Sally ever found out?)  As Eric rubbed his
pole up and down my crack, I didn't even freak.  I took that as a signal it
was OK.  For years I'd wanted to get it on with a guy.  I finally was
letting it happen.  And, who knows, I might freak out later and then never
let anything like this happen again.  So, I should go for it.  Yeah, all
this was racing through my mind when I answered him: "Sweet."
	Oh, and did I mention, Eric was one hot-looking guy ...
	I had never even imagined that someone would stick his tongue back
there.  So when Eric planted his face against my ass and began licking my
crack, I didn't know what to think.  But, God, did it feel great!  But that
was nothing to the sensations I felt as he began probing at my shitter.  I
even think he got the tip of tongue inside!  My hard-on proceeded to get
even harder.  I wanted badly to reach down to pull on it but didn't think
I'd be able to hold myself with one arm.  Eric was a few minutes tonguing
my hole.  Then he got back up.  I heard some rustling and looked back.
	"Never leave home without 'em," Eric said with a smile as pulled a
foil-wrapped condom and a small tube of lotion out of his jeans pocket.
"And don't you ever let anybody fuck you without one of these."  He held up
the Trojan.  "Promise?"
	"Yeah ... got it," I answered, realizing I was damn lucky Eric
thought about such things.
	I watched in fascination as he pulled the condom out of its package
and slipped it over his cock.  It was in that moment that I first became
concerned about the size of his rod and the tightness of my asshole.  God,
he's going to rip me apart.
	"Now, don't worry," he said, almost as if he was reading my mind,
"many guys have taken this beauty without any trouble at all."  He spread
the thick, white lotion all around his sheathed manhood.  "It's all in how
you take it in."  He smeared lotion deep in my crack and started probing my
hole with his finger.  "Tense up and it will hurt.  Relax and it won't.
Now relax."
	I had trouble.  What the fuck did it mean to relax your asshole?
But I must have done it a little, because suddenly his finger slipped into
me.
	"That's it, Dan," he whispered.  "You're doing great."
	I squeezed my sphincter muscles tightly around his finger, then
relaxed.  Over and over I did it.  All the while he was moving his finger
in and out of me.  Before I realized it, he was telling me that he was
using two fingers.  Not so bad after all, I thought.  That is, until he
tried inserting a third.  I groaned and tensed up big time ... and it hurt
like hell.  Eric immediately backed off.
	"I don't know about this," I said.
	"That's OK," he replied.  "You're doing just fine.  But it's up to
you."
	Eric was fingering the area around my hole, sending wonderful
sensations throughout my body.  I took a deep breath and nodded.
	Two fingers resumed their probing and slipped right in without
resistance.  OK, here we go again, I thought.
	"Squat down a bit," Eric urged.
	I did and his finger fucking me felt better.  When he tried the
third finger again, it hurt but not so bad.  As my hole got used to the
thickness, I felt my body ease up and relax a bit.  A couple of minutes
went by like that.  When I suddenly farted, I thought I was going to die,
but Eric gently laughed and made light of it.
	"Perfectly natural, Dan, perfectly natural."
	Then Eric was positioning his cock in my crack.  I tensed up.
	"Hey, it's going to be just like the three fingers," he said.  "You
relax like you just were and it's going to be just fine."
	By now, I wanted his dick in me real bad, so there was no question
of backing out.  I felt the head of his cock find, then press against my
hole.  I tried to relax.  I felt a burning.  He's going in.  I tensed.  It
hurt, god, it hurt.  But he urged me over and over again to relax.  Then I
felt him slipping deep into me.  His hips were pressed against my cheeks.
For about a minute we just stood there not moving.  Eric began to slowly
move back and forth in my chute.  The fullness in my gut, the pain around
my sphincter, a sensation of pleasure where his cock touched and rubbed
... all of this was hitting me at once.  I hardly noticed when he began to
seriously plough my ass.  I became aware of his intensity and energy as he
plunged into me.  I knew he couldn't be going deeper, but it sure as hell
felt like it.
	Then ... unbelievably ... I came.  Without even touching myself.  I
looked down as shot after shot of my orgasm erupted from my cock all over
and into the john.  Jeez, I'm in heaven, I thought.  Moments later a
tremendous heat filled the deepest reaches of my gut.  Eric's moans told me
that he was sending his load into me.  I became aware of his hairy chest
and stomach pressed against my back, aware of his heat and sweat.
	Fucked by the preacher man ... 'yes, he was ... yes, he was
... oooo, yes he was.'

E R I C

	As Dan and I pulled our clothes back together, I slipped my card
into his pants pocket.  He promised to call me next time he passed through.
Not likely ... but who knows?  It has happened.
	When I called him that night, my dentist, who's also a fuck-buddy,
was pretty ticked off at my missing my appointment ... that is, until I
told him about Dan.  Then he was all ears, insisting on all the details.
Then he told me he had a new patient.  A Chinese kid closely matching the
description I'd given him.  Even showed up with a girlfriend ... who had
long red hair.  I think he's going to make me pay big time to reschedule my
appointment next to the boy's.  Just hope he doesn't get too kinky ... then
again, maybe I do.
	Oh, and one final thing.  Dan was out of the men's room ahead of me
by a couple of minutes.  When I stepped out, I spotted him sitting with
that young girl ... you know, the one with the baby.  As I walked down the
line of benches behind them, he was cradling the child in his arms (good
god, I just fucked a daddy!!!).  The girl was clearly upset, and he was
trying to calm her.
	"Look, Sally, I'm sorry.  OK?  Didn't mean to leave you all alone
with the kid.  It won't happen again."
	Won't happen again?  Want to bet?


The End