Date: Tue, 4 Nov 2003 10:52:40 -0500
From: Mark <markblastoff@hotmail.com>
Subject: Deceptively Fun 10

WARNING: With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consider
your options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results of
your decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and the
activities of all participants, especially knowing not everyone is
trustworthy, no matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. If
you choose to use condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing your own
condoms and compatible lube. Remember, the only truly "safe sex" is sex
alone or no sex at all.


Deceptively Fun 10
By Mark

(The tenth in a series.)
(Leave the flames at home; I don't want to hear 'em. I do enjoy hearing from
people who enjoyed my stories as well as your own adventures. Bottoms
interested in getting fucked or any tops interested in tag-teaming should
drop me a line. markblastoff@hotmail.com)


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Since I started writing these, I've gotten a lot of e-mails
from a lot of horn dogs out there. Some of you guys have included some hot
stories. I wanted to include a few of them interspersed with my own. Here's
one. Don't worry cause the author of this story gave me permission to
include his story, but just as long as I deleted his name and didn't include
his e-mail address.


I wasn't planning on going out at all last night. I live in San Francisco,
and Halloween here is like Mardi Gras. Way too many people, lots of them
tourists gawking at the locals dress up in wild costumes and have fun. But
on October 30, I got cruised really hard by a sexy dark haired boy on the
bus, and he started this whole thing. He looked me right in the eye from
across the aisle, held the stare, licked his lips. I was half stiff from
just the eye contact. He was 25 at the most, dark curly hair, big almost
feminine eyes. I checked out his crotch, his legs were spread open, showing
not too much dick inside some tight Diesel-kind-of jeans. Not too much dick
is fine with me. Its the ass I'm after.

I nodded back at him-and he got freaked and looked away.

I hate when boys do this. It's like they only want the chase, and not the
follow up. As soon as you let them know you're into it, they get scared.
Maybe it's because I have these steely blue eyes and this strong German jaw.
I've been told I can look intimidating, even though I think I'm just a
regular guy. Maybe it's just that I know what I want, and my face shows
it -- and that's intense, because what I want is raw fucking.

So curly haired boy gets off the bus about a block later, and shoots me one
more look as he's leaving. That's all I need. I spring up and follow him
out. He doesn't know I'm following. I don't approach right away, because I
want a good look at his ass. It's high and round, not as pronounced as a
black boy's would be, but definitely a couple of handfulls. I like that. I
like an ass I can wrap my meaty hands around when I'm fucking it.

He stops at a light and I approach. "Hey, what's up."

He's startled, we talk bullshit for a second, and I say, "You and me should
get together."

I can tell he's blown away that I've followed him and am approaching like
this. I make it clear what I want, drop my hand on his shoulder. He says,
"Give me your number."

"Give me yours," I respond.

My hand now on his ass. We trade numbers. That's when he tells me he's going
to the big street party in the Castro for Halloween and that maybe we can
meet there.

I'm thinking there's no way will I find him in a crowd of thousands.

So we go our separate ways. That night, I lay in bed power-jacking my 6.5
inches, one hand tweaking my nipple, thinking about that pillow butt and the
hole it protects. Thinking about breaking and entering. Fuck, I shot a big
load, all over my chest hair and that blonde trail running down the middle
of my stomach to my bush. I licked some cum off my hands, cuz I like the
taste of my loads.

I decide the next day I'm going to the Castro. I pull together a very basic
costume: Army camouflage pants and jacket, boots, no shirt, no underwear.
Pretty lame for the wild S.F. Halloween crowd, but I know I'll get some
attention from the fags in the crowd; they always go weak for a uniform.

I take a bus -- I'm a real city boy, never use my car -- and as soon as I
get to the Castro I call curly hair boy on his cell. Voice mail. I try again
a while later, voicemail again. Bitch is screening. For some reason, he got
shy, or scared. I save the number, though. Never know when you're gonna call
someone back.

So now I'm on my own. I've had a few beers, feeling warm, dressed like a
military stud, with my shaved head and my blonde chest hair and this camo.
As soon as I start thinking about sex, sex comes my way. I turn around and
there's a stage at the end of the block, the crowd listening to some band
play, lots of boys crowded together. I wander around toward the fence
blocking off the "backstage area," just looking around. Following an
instinct.

Some voice from behind me -- a guy's voice -- asks if I'm supposed to be
backstage. I turn around and come face to face with this stunning Asian guy.
Lean and muscled, 30 y.o., long hair. One of those Crouching Tiger types, a
Mongolian warrior. He's in leather pants, no shirt, a nice smooth chest with
worked over nipples, some kind of funfur coat and a cowboy hat. He's got a
clipboard and turns out he's security for the backstage show. Right away I
know he's interested, I see him checking out my package.

Long story short, I wind up backstage watching Security run the show. He's
sexy and confident and definitely attentive to me. I'm hard just watching
his hot body move around in front of me. A couple hours later, he's off duty
and tells me to come to a party with him. I watch his ass walking in front
of me, then grab it and pull him into a hot tongue kiss. Making out on the
street in the middle of the party crowd. Security's strong, I can feel a
little game of domination in our body language. I bang my basket into his,
wood on wood, and bend him backwards just a little, just enough to let him
know I'm on top of this one.

At the party there are plenty of hot guys, but Security's got my attention.
We find a bedroom and I've got him out of that coat and those leather pants
real fast. We make out and hump cocks, but what I'm really interested is
that ass. I flip him on his stomach, which makes him gasp. I've got definite
upper body strength, even though I'm no gym freak. He lays down and lets me
drop my weight on him. My hard pole finds his crack and rests there. I grind
in and let him relax for a minute. Then I spread his legs wide -- I mean,
spread his cheeks wide -- and spit on that pink hole in the middle of his
creamy beige ass.

My dick goes back and forth and every time the head hits the hole he gasps.

"You like that," I say in his ear. It's more a statement than a question. "I
know you like that."

"Yeah, but I'm worried people might come in the room," he breathes back.

"So what?" I say. "They'll turn around and leave, or if we want, they'll
watch the show."

Then he groans and I realize he's not only a bottom he's an exhibitionist. I
laugh an evil laugh, cuz I know someone will definitely come in the room at
some point to get his coat, and I'd love to have my cock up Security's ass
at that moment.

As soon as I think about it, my dick just finds the target and pushes in,
opening up that first ring. He gasps and tightens up. Thank you Security. I
push into his clench, with just spit and precum making it happen, and
Security moans, loudly. I pull back and shove in deeper. This time he yells.

"OOwww!"

I pull back and lean down, give him a lick on the neck, let him know I'll
treat him right. For now.

He catches his breath. I don't know, he says. I push my cock another inch
into his relaxed hole.

"How 'bout a condom?" he says.

I ram another hard inch of my meat into Security's ass. "Yeah," I say. Which
means nothing.

"Do you have one?" he asks.

"I don't know," I say. Another inch. I've got about 5 of my 6.5 drilled into
this hot Asian boyhole. He moans. Louder than before. He loves the feeling.
I know I've got him. He's not going anywhere.

"Don't worry about it," I tell him.

He probably doesn't have anything to worry about. Then again, who knows. I
tested negative about five years ago, and that was the end of testing for
me. I've lost track of the hundreds of guys I've had sex with since then,
but one thing I do know: when I fuck, I fuck skin to skin. Unless the bottom
says the word, "Stop," I don't stop.

So there, last night, in the middle of a crowded fag party, Halloween night,
with my camouflage pants around my ankles and my blond pubes ramming the
hole of a boy I've just met, I don't stop. I pull my dick out, then shove it
in mercilessly again and again. He's moaning and wiggling his perfect ass
and clutching a pillow with his teeth. One of my hands is pinning his two
hands over his head, up by the wall, and my other hand is holding on to one
of his hips, the better to get even nastier on his hole.

My hips are pistoning. I'm loving the way this tight ass just gets my hard
dick harder. A steel-hard tool. That's what it feels like I've got for a
cock, a piece of fucking steel. I'm feeling like a satisfied stud, banging
this boy 'til we're both sweaty and grunting, when the door opens and
someone stumbles in.

"Sorry," the guy says. He's dressed like a Devil. A shirtless, pantsless
devil.

"Don't be," I say, and nod my head so he knows he can stay.

Security's eyes take a look over, and I can tell he finds this half-naked
guy hot. And from the way that devil dick starts stiffening up, I can tell
the Devil's into it, way into it.

He's so into it he pushes aside some coats, climbs up on the bed and sticks
a nice 7-inch cock into Security's mouth. Watching those Mongolian warrior
lips suckle that penis, I just went overboard. I pulled out as far as I
could as fast as I could and shoved it back in like a nail being driven into
a chair. And again, giving this boy the fucking he needs and I want.

Bet he's not thinking about condoms now.

Devil's got his dick slapping against Security's face, strings of precum
sticking to his cheeks and ear and neck. So hot. So fucking hot I can't hold
back.

"We've got you now, boy," I say. "You're getting it from both ends, you
fucking hot boyslut."

"Yeah," Devil says to the boy sucking his dick. "Take his fucking Army
meat."

I grab both hips, impale this boy once and for all on my shaft and stroke
once, twice, three times.

"Ahhhhh." I let go a day's worth of cum. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" The cum
practically burns coming out of me. Probably shot it clear up into his
stomach.

After come back to earth, once I'm sure I've drained every drop, I pull out
and watch Security turn on his side, and start pumping his own hard cock,
still sucking the Devil dick. I move back over and stick a couple of fingers
into that wet asshole, find his prostate, and proceed to fingerbang him into
an orgasm.

Very sweet to see this sexy inshape bottom blow some seed of his own. I
sniff my fingers. No shit smell, just my semen. I give it a lick, just
enjoying the conquest.

So now I'm about ready to leave, I'm pulling up my pants, but there's one
bit of unfinished business. Devil's still got his load. I wave him over, pat
Security's ass, and tell him, "Get some of this."

"Got a rubber?" the Devil says.

I shrug. "It doesn't matter."

Security is still in his postorgasm stupor. He just nods, and my partner in
crime sticks his rock hard raw cock into the place I just dumped my load. I
stuck around long enough to see him reach the point of dumping one in too.

That was all the Halloween partying I needed. Went home to bed without ever
finding curly haired boy. But he'll hear from me.

Dude, that's my story. Sorry it's so long I just had to tell you every
fucking detail.