Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 10:05:03 PDT
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodrow_h@hotmail.com>
Subject: June Tryst

This is pure fiction.  None of it ever happened except in the head of the
writer.  It is not intended to be read by anyone not of legal age or anyone
offended by descriptions of sex among consenting adult males in private.
The only message beyond (hopefully) pleasurable reading is that safe sex is
the only policy.

Comments to: Woodrow_H@hotmail.com


				     I
				A June Day


Sometimes you just get horny.  In the old days, you had to invest in a
hard-to-find gay magazine and fulfill by hand or waste a lot of time
cruising in order to get off, but in the amazing era of the personal
computer, you're only a few clicks away from whatever you desire.

If you feel like jacking off, there are thousands of free web sites on the
Internet that will lend the proper stimulus, pictorially or verbally.  If
you want to get intimate with someone, there are many sites offering live
gay chat and the possibility of arranging an instant "date".

On this particular cool, June day, I was in the mood for a party.  I wanted
cock and plenty of it.  I dropped into a gay-oriented site I knew that was
patronized by quite a few people from the Chicago, IL. area.  I was
rewarded by finding 10 people in the chat room and delighted when 8 of them
responded favorably to the idea of a group sex encounter.  The other two
were either not interested or just "lurkers".  Careful to stay within the
law, I questioned each respondent about his age and employment as well as
his disease status via "private line".

Convinced I wasn't dealing with any illness, minors, or policemen, I
proposed meeting within an hour at the meat counter of a centrally located
supermarket.  The common identifying factor was to be a breast pocket
handkerchief.

Two of the eight could not make the scene owing to distance, but I figured
seven guys could have a lot more entertainment splitting the cost of a
motel room for less cost than 20 minutes for each in a video booth.

I took a dozen rubbers and, stuffing a hanky in my pocket, drove off to the
store.  Though I was 15 minutes early, there were already two guys with the
I.D. at the meat counter!  They had apparently already picked up on one
another and were chatting casually while browsing over the contents of the
meat case.  As I drew near, their eyes were drawn to the hanky in my
pocket.  A quick look of recognition passed between us.  Thinking to
minimize attention by not having three guys with hankies in their pockets
hanging around together, I browsed around the store a bit, returning now
and then to the meat counter to see who else had shown up.  I encountered
three more at different spots in the store as I wheeled my empty cart up
and down the aisles.

I nodded to each of them as we passed.

Excitement was building in my gut as the agreed upon time drew close.  I
returned to the meat case and the six of us began milling about pretending
to ignore the others, hoping the 7th guy would show soon.  I pointed to my
wristwatch and held up five fingers signaling this was how much longer we
would wait.

Thinking about refreshments, I went to the beer cooler and grabbed a twelve
pack, hoping someone would follow suit.  Two did, and when we returned to
the meat case, our man had arrived.  Those of us with purchases checked out
at different registers and we all met on the sidewalk outside the market.

Since my conversion van holds seven comfortably, I suggested I drive,
mentioning a low priced Red Roof Inn that was close by.  I would register
for the room while they sat in the van, obviating the possibility of my
taking off with the collection for the cost of the room.  All agreed to
this and we were soon in my van introducing ourselves.  I'd never seen any
of them before, and apparently they were all unknown to each other.  In the
captain's chair beside me was Roy; a Black man who looked to be in his late
40's, trim but muscular, and clean shaven.

Behind me was Verne; a short fellow in his middle 60's, rather stockily
built.  Beside him was Andy, a fleshy, rather Italian looking man of 40
something.  On the rear bench sat Rusty, Paul, and Jim.  The last was quite
stout, I guessed in his mid-fifties, while the other two appeared to be in
their twenties and were reasonably fit.

After each had chipped in $10, I registered for the room, explaining to the
clerk that we were having a sales planning meeting (thus the lack of
luggage and casual dress).  The bill came to $63.00 after tax so I had a
dollar each to refund.

We all filed into the room, and once the door was shut, began undressing.

There were enough hangers in the closet to accommodate everyone.  The
atmosphere was still a little charged as none of us had ever done this
before and we weren't yet completely comfortable with one another.  As we
checked each other's equipment, Verne announce that he and Andy were going
to take a shower together and disappeared into the bathroom after asking if
anyone needed to use the facility first.

Roy sat down on one of the beds, legs spread invitingly.  His large cock
began to unwrinkle as it came to attention, stretching out to what appeared
to be a full 8".  I stepped to the closet and fished the packages of
condoms out of my pants pocket.  I handed one to Roy, kept one for myself,
and placed the rest of them on the desk.  Roy rolled the device on deftly
and scootched up onto the bed crosswise to the length.  I put mine on also
and lay down next to him head to foot.  We began caressing each other,
tickling feet and ankles, finding the sensitive spots and the rewarding
squirm as we hit them.  The backs of Roy's knees were particularly touchy,
and his cock leapt each time I drew a finger across the thick sinew there.
That reaction coupled with a mixture of pleasure moan and giggle.  We began
licking each other's thighs, teasingly avoiding the raging rods that were
begging for attention.

Many Black men favor scented soaps and perfumes, but Roy was as natural as
could be.  His skin was only slightly salty with a hardly noticeable tinge
of perspiration.  I vastly prefer my men that way.

I worked my way up to his scrotum, and pushing his huge cock up with the
bridge of my nose, alternately sucked his nuts into my mouth.  He giggled
and wriggled and then returned the favor eliciting a similar response from
me.  Just as he placed the end of my cock in his mouth, I peeked over his
thigh to see Jim kneeling in front of Rusty and Paul alternately sucking
each while they kissed each other.

Roy and I were noisily sucking at each other when Andy and Verne emerged
from the bathroom.

Each sported a hardon encased in latex.  They stood on either side of the
bed, towering over our busy heads.  As if on some prearranged signal, each
lay down; Verne behind me, and Andy behind Roy.  Busy fingers began
greasing our assholes with KY, and we knew we were about to be filled at
both ends.

Thank goodness Verne is not a big man, for he slipped into me easily with
very little pain.  Roy was not so fortunate.  Andy and he had quite a time
of it before the root was buried.  Each time Verne's cock touched my
prostate, I feared I would go off, and I felt Roy's cock seem to swell with
every forward thrust from Andy's hips.  The four of us were sweating
profusely, and the noise we were making easily drowned the slurping sounds
Jim was making across the room.

I felt myself getting close to cumming and pulled out of Roy's mouth.  He
pulled out of mine and the two champions ceased their buggering of us.  I
rolled over on my back to receive a breath-robbing, tonguing kiss from
Verne who lay down on top of me; his raging cock pressed against the length
of mine wedged between our bellies.  Roy and Andy were similarly disposed.

"I need a break," I said breathlessly, "how about a beer?"

"Sure," replied Verne, rolling off to let me up.

I handed him one and sat down on the bed next to him.  The beer was cold
and delicious, a marked contrast to the hot pole that had filled my mouth
moments ago.

Jim, Paul and Rusty had meanwhile formed a triangle on the other bed and
were noisily slurping away at each other.  Roy and Andy had also cracked
brews and we were seated on the bed, knees touching, no longer self
conscious at our nakedness, and strangely blase' about the scene on the
next bed.  All of us were still hard, and that mammoth cock of Andy's
looked inviting, but no way was I going to risk sucking him without a fresh
condom after he'd been up somebody's hole with it.  Casual sex with
strangers is fun, but taking risks is just plain stupid.

I reached over and took hold of it with my hand.

"How about changing your raincoat and sharing some of this with me?"

"Happy to oblige," he said, rolling it off and depositing it in the dustbin
by the side of the desk and taking a fresh one from my stack.  I set my
beer down and in a moment we were in full 69.  His body was covered with
coarse black hair in contrast with Roy who had little body hair beyond the
kinky curls of his pubis and underarms.  I had a little discomfort
stretching my mouth around that massive pole and could appreciate the pain
Roy must have felt when he'd shoved it into his ass.  Nonetheless, with a
mighty struggle, I managed to get a good 2/3's of it into me while Andy
gobbled me all the way to the root.  One of the advantages to having a
smallish cock is that no one has trouble handling all of it in either
orifice, and I've yet to fuck a man who complained I didn't reach his
prostate.

Beside us, Verne had lay down on his back, placed his legs over Roy's
shoulders, and, with a grunt, accepted the thick black snake that slithered
into his ass.  The air was filled with the sound of frenetic sucking and
balls and belly slapping against asscheeks.

It was too much for me, I was beyond the point of holding back.  I felt
that rush in the pit of my stomach, my whole body spasmed, then came the
release as jizm pumped out of me and filled the condom.  Andy responded to
each spurt with a milking action that intensified the experience for me.

Somewhat to my disappointment, he pulled out of my mouth and knelt above
Verne's head, providing that worthy with fulfillment from both ends.

I took a swig of my beer and joined Jim, Rusty, and Paul who were taking a
break on the other bed.  We just lay around, bodies touching and
occasionally taking a playful swig off the nearest cock.  For having
already cum once, Jim surprised us by being hard as ever.

Apparently he is one of those rare individuals that can keep it up after an
orgasm.  (Mine shrivels up and goes under cover).

A sharp shout from Roy signaling that he was dumping his load into Verne's
ass was muffled as Andy leaned forward to plant a kiss on his mouth.
Andy's body trembled slightly and we smiled at the thought of what was
happening in Verne's eager mouth.  The two men removed their condoms and
dropped them in the dustbin, adding to the distinct odor of sweat and sperm
that now filled the room.

Verne lay there, his wedge shaped cock sticking straight up in the air.  He
had as yet not cum, so Jim scrambled greedily over to him to relieve him of
the pent up nectar, despite the fact that Verne wore no rubber.
Remembering the old days and how much I enjoyed the spurting and the taste
of cum in my mouth before prudence dictated that bodily fluids not be
exchanged under any circumstances with casual partners, I envied Jim his
courage, but was not going to do anything rash.  By definition each of us
was promiscuous, not averse to mixing alcohol and sex, and those are two
heavy factors in the spread of the virus.  No, I would be content to use
and insist on any partners' use of an appliance, no matter what others
might do.

After a brief tussle, Jim's face rose from Verne's crotch, the trophy
evident all over his face.

Cum dripped from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.  A wad was
smeared on his left cheek.

He moved up and covered Verne's mouth, sharing the juices with him in a
long, passionate kiss.

My young remaining companions on the bed had slipped into a sixty-nine
while I watched the denouement of Verne and Jim.  Rusty was on top; his
firm ass quite inviting as it clenched and relaxed.  I began caressing it,
then stole a finger to the pucker, rubbing it gently without pushing in.
Rusty reached around and grabbed my stiff poker, all but pulling me up off
the bed in signaling his willingness for a friendly invasion.

I grabbed a condom from the desk and lubed up with KY.  I stood at the side
of the bed, my nuts resting on Paul's forehead as I pushed my newly
hardened cockhead into Rusty's asshole.  It entered with a pop and I slowly
pushed forward until I felt him jump beneath me as I touched his prostate.
None of us were in any hurry.  The two beneath me sucked each other slowly
and luxuriously while I simply eased in and out behind Paul.

Suddenly Roy stepped up onto the bed and straddled Rusty and Paul, his
straining hardon presented to me at eye level.  With a grin I accepted the
offering into my mouth.  Behind me, Jim and Verne were still kissing and
making out on the bed.  Andy slipped to the other side of our bed and aped
the action that I was giving Rusty on Paul.  All five of us were covered
with sweat, grunting and slurping as we developed a rhythm the envy of any
musical quintet.

I saw Verne move over behind Andy and kneel down behind him, his hands
gripping the man by the hips.  There was no doubt that Andy was in for at
least a rimming.  I felt Jim's hands on my hips, and in a trice felt my
asshole being entered by a warm wet tongue.

With each outward pull from Rusty's ass he licked my nuts then returned to
my ass on the inward thrust.

I had never experienced an orgy like this, hadn't even considered the
possibility of it, yet here we were, 7 men all connected in various ways in
a sexual tryst.

Excitement built in my bowels as we enjoyed the moment, then I felt myself
filling the tip of my condom as the pulsing of Roy's cock in my mouth
began.

As my flaccid cock shrank out of Rusty's ass, I turned away, being
immediately replaced by Jim, now wearing a condom, and the exchange hardly
cost a stroke.  Roy swung his leg over the 69-ers and we retired to the
other bed for a bit of necking and needed rest.

Having cum twice in less than an hour, I was exhausted and even considered
a catnap.  Where safer than in the arms of this gentle Black man who held
me tightly and kissed me with full, soft lips?

The orgy on the other bed wound down as each man enjoyed his moment and
left the group.  Finally we all were sitting on the beds enjoying a cold
beer and relishing the naked camaraderie of the group.