Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 12:33:08 -0700
From: derek phillips <derekph@att.net>
Subject: LIQUOR STORE STUD-PUPPY

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                 LIQUOR STORE STUD-PUPPY

I never try to have sex with a straight guy any more.   I tried it when
I was first coming out, and even if they're interested, most want
nothing more than a quick blow job, with no reciprocation, and the few
that are willing to try to repay the favor are lousy at it.

So when I wound up in the discount liquor store two days before
Christmas, and at rush hour to boot, cruising was about the last thing
on my mind.  I don't cruise places like that, where it's almost certain
that any guy who turns me on will be straight.  It's not only
frustrating, it can be downright dangerous.

I hate crowded stores, too, so when I saw what I had walked into, I
almost turned around and left, to come back a few hours later, when the
place would be empty.  But I was there, and needed beer, so decided to
put up with the inconvenience.  After all, it was my fault for not
watching the time better, I could have come in the morning, it would
have been quiet then.

Not cruising doesn't mean I can't look, so I checked out the guys in the
store as I worked my way to the aisles I wanted.  There was a cute guy
in a sweat shirt and baggy shorts, with a nice face and great legs, a
treat at that time of year, but he was just ok, nothing special.  In
fact, the crowd seemed particularly ordinary.   I was glad, actually, as
I was horny, and didn't want more frustration.

Then as I turned into the beer aisle I saw him, the sexiest little stud
puppy imaginable.  He was on the short side, so fucking cute I made a
gasping sound, and built like a porn star, with muscles to die for.  He
was wearing a pec-skimmer cut-off sweat shirt that showed off his build,
and tight jeans, so I could see he was either very well-endowed, or had
a sock stuffed in his crotch.  I had to drag my eyes away from him when
he turned my way.  I didn't want a nasty confrontation, butch little
studs like him like to pick fights with faggots, I've learned.

I minded my own business for long enough to get what I wanted in that
aisle, then couldn't help looking around for the muscle-stud I had
spotted earlier.  He was still right near me, and I could tell he was
alone, he had that cocky, don't-mess-with-me stance that kids like him
put on when they're not with their posse.   In his case it made sense, I
could imagine he got hit on a LOT, with a face and body like that.  He
wasn't looking my way, so I indulged myself in a long examination of his
assets, and could find nothing I didn't like - he was perfect, just the
type I lust after from afar - butch, sexy, muscles, attitude.  He had
very close-cropped hair, a short, muscular neck, broad, muscular
shoulders, incredible pecs, and a tiny waist with the sexiest bubble
butt ever.  I got hard just looking at him, and that doesn't happen to
me in public.  I was cool about it, of course.  I didn't just flat out
stare, I pretended I was looking at things near him and beyond him and
it was just a coincidence he was in the way. At least I thought I was
being cool, until I raised my eyes from his ass to see him glaring at
me.

Oops!  Busted.

I quickly looked away, just in time to see another guy looking at me and
grinning.  He caught my eye and winked, nodding towards the kid, and I
grinned ruefully and shrugged my shoulders.  He gave me a look that
invited more, but I shook my head and turned away.  If the incident had
happened in a bar, I probably would have wound up in bed with the second
guy, he was nice-looking, and our similar taste in objects of desire
would have made for an OK fuck, each of us pretending the other was the
kid.

I headed for the checkout counter, and the shortest line just happened
to be the one with the kid at the end.  I debated briefly whether to get
into another one and avoid the impression that I was following him, but
decided that was stupid.  Fuck the little asshole if he couldn't
appreciate the compliment I'd paid him.  And he didn't seem to notice me
behind him, he had a lot to say to the clerk, and took long enough to
pay and leave that I would have been better off in any other line.  But
I got to watch him, and that made up for the wait.  He seemed very young
close up, and the young male clerk thought so too, as he made a big
production of checking the kid's ID.  He passed, so he had to be at
least twenty-one. But he was every bit as cocky as I had thought, and
most of the time he spent paying he was challenging the clerk one way or
another, making him check each price, verify the discount in the store
flyer,  and towards the end of the transaction the kid leaned closer to
the clerk and spoke in a low voice and I could have sworn I heard the
word "faggot".  The clerk glanced ruefully in my direction.  The kid
snickered and took his stuff and left.

My own transaction went quickly, and I reached the parking lot fast
enough that I thought the kid might still be in sight, and I might steal
a last look, but I didn't see him, and headed for my car.

I was closing the back door, having stowed my purchases on the seat,
when I heard a voice behind me.

"Why were you staring at me in there?"

I turned around, and there he was, the macho dude stud-puppy.  He had
his feet planted wide apart, and his crotch and head thrust forward, a
macho stance if there ever was one.

Usually in situations like that I deny, deny, deny.  Make excuses.
Apologize.  Sneak away.  I'm a total coward, and hate confrontations. It
can be embarrassing, but I've avoided the fag-bashings a couple of my
friends who can't suppress their sense of injustice have suffered.

But this time for some reason I just said "Because you're an incredibly
good looking guy."

The kid dropped his gaze for an instant when I said that, and I realized
I'd caught him off guard with the direct approach.   He'd been expecting
the denial.  He wasn't sure now what to say.  He shuffled his feet for a
minute.   He decided on the direct approach too.

"Are you a queer?"

Now it was my turn to be surprised.  He sounded more curious than
offended.

"Yeah," I said, smiling.  "I'm a queer, but that's rude, the polite word
is gay.  Calling a gay guy a queer is like calling a black guy a
nigger."

The kid scowled at that, and stuck his chin out.  I realized he thought
I was making fun of him.  I kept smiling.  If I kept my mouth shut,
maybe he'd decide it was ok for him to walk away.

"I know black guys who call each other nigger," he said.

This was a strange turn of conversation, debating derogatory epithets in
a parking lot.

"Do they let YOU call them nigger?" I asked.

"No," he admitted, dropping his eyes.

I figured I might be able to make a getaway at that point, so I turned
from the kid to my car and opened the door, hoping to get in and close
it and drive away without looking like I was running.

"My name's Brad," he said.  I looked back, stunned.  That was about
the last thing I had expected, for him to introduce himself.  He still
sounded hostile, but it was progress.

"Mine's Derek," I said automatically.  He wasn't holding out his hand,
so I didn't hold out mine.

The kid stood there, shuffling his feet, looking awkward and
uncomfortable, obviously waiting for something.

Suddenly I thought I understood, and if I had stopped to think I would
never have said what I did next, but he looked so willing and vulnerable
and so fucking macho stud sexy that I had to take a chance.   "Would you
like to come back to my place and have a beer?"  I asked.

"OK,"  he answered.   He didn't even hesitate.  That was what he'd been
hoping for.

"Want to follow me?"  I asked.  It seemed obvious, but he was just
standing there.

"Where do you live?"  He asked.

"Uh, you mean, my address?"  I could see him having second thoughts.

"Yeah, what's your address?"  He said that with a sarcastic tone that
made me want to slug him, but I let it pass.  I was curious.

I gave him my address, sighing in the knowledge that I would never see
him again, but realizing it was just as well.  He was straight,
obviously up tight, possibly dangerous.  I was getting off easy.

"Uh, I have to take care of something else first," he said.  "I'll be
there in a while.  Is that ok?"

"Sure," I said, smiling.

Hunky little macho stud-puppy Brad turned and strutted away, and I
watched him get into his red mini-pickup.  Perfect, I muttered to
myself, he drives a bright red mini-macho truck.  A total cliché.

Driving home, I started to worry.  Maybe he hadn't chickened out.  Maybe
he was going to collect his buddies and come to my place to beat the
shit out of me.  How stupid could I get, giving someone like that my
real address?  By the time I got home I was terrified.  I called Mark,
my best friend.  He's straight, but that helps.  We get along great.  I
listen to his stories about the women he dates, he listens to mine about
the men, we laugh at each other.

"You did what?!"  he shouted into the phone as soon as I told him what
had just happened.

"I know, it was stupid," I said.

"Stupid?  It was suicidal!"  he shouted.  "I'm coming over.  I'll pick
up Todd and Larry.  Just sit tight."

"Mark, No, wait, don't.  He could have punched me out there in the
parking lot, if that's what he wanted.  He just got scared.  I'm being
paranoid."

"Derek, he's probably a psychopath, he went to get his knives and ropes
so he can carve you into pieces and bury you under his house.  I'm
coming over."

"No!  Mark, wait.  Don't.  You'd have to have seen him.  He's just a
kid, he's probably curious what queers do, maybe he's latent.  He'll
never show up.  If he does, he'll be alone, hoping for a blow job. OK,
look, if I don't call you back in half an hour, then you better come
over, right away.  I just want to have a beer and jerk off thinking
about the hot sex I almost had.  Stay home, you'll get in the way."

Mark laughed.  "You're right, dude, I don't want to watch you beat your
meat tonight.  But you better call.  Don't get so carried away with
those dildos and things that you lose track of the time."

Mark was only partly joking about our beating off together, we had done
it several times.  Mark must have had a little latent homo in him, he
liked bi sex films.  He and I had never touched each other, aside from
hugs, and to my knowledge he had never had sex with a guy, but he liked
porn with two guys and a chick, with the guys kissing and sucking and
fucking each other a well as the chick.  He claimed it was just to
accommodate my tastes, but I could tell he got off on the two guys doing
it, as long as there was a chick around.  Fortunately he never suggested
we try it, I couldn't have handled that.  As for the dildos, well,
that's another story.

"Right," I said, laughing.  "And thanks.  I owe you one."

"No problem, buddy.  But call me in thirty."

Talking to Mark had made me feel much better.  I was sure now that I was
just being foolish.  My life was as boring as ever.

I had stowed my purchases from the liquor store and was opening a beer
when the doorbell rang.  I jumped.  No way it was that kid.  I went to
the door, and did something I never do, I used the peephole.  The light
on my front porch is not very good, but I could see enough to tell it
was definitely he, my stud-puppy from the liquor store.  And I couldn't
see anyone else.  But they could be hiding, waiting for me to open the
door, waiting to rush in.  I looked at my watch.  It had been twenty
minutes since I talked to Mark.  Maybe I should get him on the phone
before I opened the door.

Don't be an idiot, I told myself.  I opened the door, and couldn't stop
myself from looking around quickly.  No one else in sight.

"Uh, hi," I stammered.  "I didn't think you'd show up."

"I had to feed my dog," he explained.  He was carrying TWO six-packs of
beer, and held them out.  "I brought some beer."  It looked like he was
planning to get very drunk.  I noticed too that he had changed his
clothes - in place of the cutoff sweat shirt he had on the tightest tee
shirt I had ever seen, it looked like it must be cutting off the blood
supply to his arms, and the bottom just barely reached the waistband of
his jeans, which were like the ones he'd had on in the liquor store,
super tight and revealing, but these looked a little newer.  The tee
shirt was bright blue, and had a Superman logo emblazoned on it, and I
licked my lips.  I have a thing for superheroes.

I took the beer, thanked him, and stepped aside to let him in, looking
around once more to be sure he was alone.  I felt really stupid.  What
was I doing?  What was HE doing?  This was going to be a disaster, I
should have remembered my rule, stay away from straight guys, no matter
how cute they are.  I closed the door and turned around.

Brad had walked into my living room and was looking through my
collection of video tapes.  I picked up my own beer from the counter,
took one of his from the holder, opened it and set the rest on the
counter, then joined him.  As I walked up to him he was holding the box
from the gay porn flick I had watched the night before.  The picture on
the front was fairly tame, a very good-looking blonde naked muscle-boy
wearing nothing but a smile and a huge hardon, but the back was a lot
more explicit, and featured that same guy taking it up the ass from
another star known for his enormous cock.

"Dude, these guys are fucking awesome!"  he said, looking at me
incredulously as he took the beer I held out.

I couldn't think of anything to say to that.  I was beginning to think
Brad was not too bright.

"That's some sort of special effect, right?" he said, staring at the
picture of the guy getting fucked.  "No one could take that up his ass.
I bet it's not even real, they do it like the dinosaurs in Jurassic
Park, computers or something."

"Uh, no, it's real," I said, starting to regret I had opened the door.
This was going to be uncomfortable.  The little stud was definitely
hoping to get laid, and he was definitely a virgin.  Not good.  I hate
virgins, they're the worst, you spend hours getting them relaxed enough
to get to the main event, and then they bolt at the last minute, or cum
in an instant, or can't cum at all.  I started asking myself how I could
get rid of him without being rude.

The phone rang, "Shit.  I bet that's Mark.  Excuse me.  Here, see for
yourself."  I picked up the remote for the VCR and hit play, then left
Brad and went into the kitchen to answer the phone.

"It's been thirty-five minutes!"  Mark growled at me as I put the
receiver to my ear.

"I know, I'm sorry," I said.  "It's ok.  I'm fine.  He's here, he's
alone, we're discussing special effects in the cinema."

"What?!!"

"Never mind.  It's ok.  Thanks for calling.  I'm fine, I'll call you
later."

"You're sure?  They don't have you tied up and a knife at your throat?
Look, if everything is really OK, tell me my middle name."

"Terence," I said.  "OK?"

"OK.  You're discussing what!?"

"Never mind, I'll call.  Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

We hung up and I returned to the living room.  Brad was sitting on the
couch watching the gay porn film.  By no coincidence it was the exact
scene from the box, and the blonde sexpot with the bubble butt was
taking all ten inches of the other guy's giant cock up his ass, AND his
cock was still hard.  Academy award material, for sure.  I had watched
it about five times the night before, replaying it until I finally
couldn't hold back and popped my nuts.

The kid was perched on the edge of the couch, looking ready to bolt the
minute anything too weird happened.  He had his hand in his crotch, and
a glazed look in his eyes, and his mouth was half open.  I sat on the
chair next to the couch, not wanting to spook him.  This was at least
turning into an interesting experience.  He tore his eyes away from the
screen and looked at me, then took a huge swig of his beer before he
could ask me the burning question in his macho little mind.

"Why would a guy let another guy do that to him?"

"Because it feels good."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Well, I'm more of a top, myself, but I have let a few guys fuck me, and
while none was as big as that," I pointed towards the screen, where the
blonde was writhing with pleasure while the other guy continued to ram
his incredible dick up his ass, "no, it doesn't hurt, once you get used
to it.  I mean, look at him," I gestured at the screen again.  "He might
be able to fake the smile, but not that erection."  The blonde started
to cum, his face contorted perfectly into an expression of total
ecstasy, his cock shooting several impressive ropes of cum all over his
face and chest.  "Or that orgasm.  Wow!"

"Man, it would take some real heavy dude to make me let him do that to
me, I don't care what you say," Brad said, and once I had untangled all
those pronouns I still wondered what he meant.  It almost sounded like
he wanted to get fucked, he was just looking for the right guy to do it.
Naw, I thought.

The kid looked back at the screen again and watched the scene play
itself out.  The blonde finished cumming, as seen from at least four
different camera angles - but his cock stayed hard as the other guy
fucked him for a while longer, then pulled his dick out and shot about a
gallon of cum all over the blonde's rock-hard abs.  I glanced at the kid
on my couch, and he was holding his crotch again.  I decided it was a
defensive gesture, a way of protecting his assets from any unwelcome
attention.  I picked up the remote and stopped the video, then turned on
the stereo.

"You ready for another beer?"  I asked, and Brad said "Sure, thanks."  I
sat back down in my chair.

Brad was looking everywhere but at me, and I decided it was best to let
him get around to whatever he wanted in his own time.  I assumed he
wanted a blow job, but the way he was acting it was probably his first,
and I thought that was sort of cute.  I should try to make it enjoyable,
give him time to relax.

After another beer Brad did relax.  He leaned back on the couch.

"Could we watch more of that video?" he asked.  I was stunned.  That was
about the last thing I had expected him to say.

"Uh, sure, why not."  I turned the music off and the video on and the
next scene started.  This tape had some sort of story, so at first there
was no sex, but there were no women in sight, and every guy looked like
a wet dream fantasy, and they were all dressed in clothes that left
nothing to the imagination.  Soon it was just three guys in a warehouse,
doing warehouse-type stuff.  Stripped to their jockstraps.  Happens
every day.

"Uh, it's kind of warm in here,"  Mike said.  "I just came from the gym,
I guess I'm all worked up."

"Why don't you take your shirt off?" I suggested, teasing really.

"Could I?" He asked, giving me an innocent look.  I was beginning to
wonder if this kid was just putting me on.  Maybe he was gay, and got
off on pretending to be straight.  Whatever.

"Go ahead, I think I'll join you," I said, and stripped my shirt off,
watching him as I did it.  I didn't want to miss an instant of the show.
I watched in awe as the gorgeous little stud puppy stood up and stripped
off his skin-tight tee shirt.  He actually had to work at it a little,
it was so tight.  He kept his eyes glued to the screen, and I kept mine
glued to him.  I could watch the tape anytime, but this would probably
be my only chance to watch him.  He tossed his shirt on the couch and
stretched, emphasizing the fact that he had just worked out.  My cock
swelled and my mouth watered as I watched him.  His body was even better
than the ones on the screen, better than my imagination when I saw him
in the store, partly because he was there in my living room, in the
flesh, not a picture or fantasy, but if he had a flaw I couldn't see it.
His muscles had muscles, his proportions were perfect, his skin was
smooth, dark, hairless.  He was perfect.  He looked at me, and I
expected him to react to my stare as he had earlier, get pissed off, but
he grinned shyly and looked away, then looked at me again.

"You have a great build," he said, looking at me, then looking down
shyly.  I figured guys didn't compliment other guys in his world.  "Do
you think I have a good build?" he asked shyly, posing a little for me.

"Your body is incredible," I said.

"As good as those guys?" He asked, nodding towards the screen.

"Better," I said.

"I'm not hung as big as they are," he said, groping himself.

"Show me," I said, figuring he wouldn't say that if he didn't want to
prove it.

The sexy little stud didn't even hesitate, he stripped naked right there
in my living room as I sat and watched.  He was still standing, and
balanced precariously, first on one foot, then the other to take off his
shoes and sox, his eyes still on the TV screen, glancing now and then at
me to be sure I was still watching him.  My eyes were glued to the kid,
but I glanced occasionally at the screen to see what he was seeing
there.

The trio in the video were all naked now, and two of them were
worshipping the third's muscles.  He was pretty worship-able, and if
Brad hadn't been putting on a strip show for me I would have had my cock
in my hand, getting ready to pop a load, pretending I was one of the two
studs on their knees.  Brad took his tight jeans off and tossed them on
the floor.  He had on skimpy red bikini briefs, and the bulge in his
crotch was impressive.  He glanced at me, to be sure I was watching,
then stuffed his hand down into his pouch to adjust himself, a look of
pleasure on his face as he groped his hard cock, then fell back on the
couch and lifted his legs in the air and pushed his briefs down to his
ankles and kicked them off, giving me a cock-tingling display of his
bare ass as he did it.

He stayed that way, showing me his ass, grinning at me through his wide-
spread legs - the kid sure knew how to turn me on.  His balls were big,
pulled up into his crack, and he pushed his fully-erect cock up so it
showed too.  He stroked it a couple of times as I watched with my heart
pounding and my cock throbbing.  Then he let his legs down and spread
them apart on the couch and started stroking his cock.  He was right, it
wasn't as big as the ones on the screen, but it was big for his size -he
was only five seven, maybe five-eight, and his cock was a good eight
inches, and just the right thickness.  He glanced over at me, making
sure I was still watching as he laid back on the couch buck naked and
stroked his dick and played with his big juicy pecs.  He was uncut, and
made a big show of pulling his foreskin back, and playing with the big
purplish head of his cock, then letting the foreskin cover it again.   I
wanted to crawl over there and give him a tongue bath, but was enjoying
the show.  Too bad I hadn't set up my video camera and turned it on
before he came in.  I could have had this whole scene on tape to savor
later.

"What do you think?" he asked, waving his dick at me.

"You've nothing to be ashamed of," I said.  "Especially with that body.
Any one of those dudes on the screen would die to have you fuck him."

He seemed to like that idea, and looked back at the screen, grinning and
stroking his cock some more.

I was ready to crawl across the floor and lick him all over and then
swallow that beauty and suck him dry, but I didn't dare.  I had my own
hand in my crotch, massaging my boner through my pants.  I had no idea
what to do or say next, I was still afraid that if I did or said the
wrong thing the kid would bolt.

"Would you like to take your clothes off too?" Brad asked.  "It's ok,
you can take them off," he said.  "I don't mind."

This was getting stranger and stranger.  I had the sudden idea that Brad
was really a male hustler, toying with me, getting me so hot I was
desperate for him, then he would say ok, it's a hundred dollars a minute
from here on.  I opened my pants and pushed them down to my knees and
then pulled my erection out of my briefs and started stroking it.  I'm
big enough that I get a lot of envious looks in the locker room,
especially as my cock doesn't shrink up when it's soft, it stays pretty
big.  Brad was watching me, grinning, looking sort of sleepy-eyed drunk,
but as soon as my cock was out in the open his eyes flew open as wide as
they could go and he whistled.

"Dude, you're huge!"  he exclaimed.  "You're almost as big as that first
guy!"

He was wrong, that other guy had at least two inches more than I do, but
his screen name is Horse, he's so big it's sort of freaky.  I decided
not to debate the point.  I have a good solid ten inches.  I stood there
stroking myself as I watched sexy muscle-stud Brad stroke himself.  He
looked back at the screen, where the guy who had been getting serviced
by the other two was now standing behind them as they bent over some
sort of workbench and he got ready to drill their asses with his huge
hard tool.  Brad had both feet planted on the floor, his feet wide
apart, just his shoulders resting on the couch, the rest of his awesome
body arched in the air as he stroked his cock and played with his
nipples and made cute sexy little grunting noises.  I like guys who make
noise, silent sex is boring sex.

"So are you going to suck my cock?"  Brad blurted out.  I jerked in
total shock, then shook my head to clear it.  This was turning into a
porn fantasy come true, no one was ever going to believe me.  Brad saw
me shake my head and asked "Why not, I thought you wanted to."  He
sounded a little hurt, like I had led him on and then dumped him.

I tried to stand up, and tripped on my pants.  "No, I was shaking my
head because I can't believe this is happening, I am definitely going to
suck your cock."   I was lying on the floor as I made that speech,
struggling to strip my pants off over my sneakers.  "As soon as I get
these pants off."

Brad stood up and came over to me and grabbed my pants.  "I'll help," he
said, tugging as I flailed my legs.  I had a mouth-watering view of his
naked body from below, his muscles glistening with perspiration - he
hadn't been making it up, apparently, about being hot.  His beautiful
cock bobbed back and forth, hard as a rock, a string of precum dangling
from the tip.  I scrambled to my knees, "Fuck the pants!"  I said,
wrapping my arms around his hips and pulling him down to the floor. The
sexy stud puppy fell hard, almost hitting his head on the coffee table,
laughing and wrestling with me, and grabbing at my ass and crotch like
my next door neighbor and I used to do when we were kids and played what
we called "grab-ass."  Back then it was just an excuse to feel each
other up. We were ten.  We hadn't been naked, of course, while Brad and
I were, and Brad actually touched my cock briefly.  I think he wanted to
know what one that big felt like, so he grasped it for an instant, then
quickly let go.  Mustn't risk looking like a queer.

Finally I managed to flip the naked muscle-boy onto his back, and get up
on my knees between his awesome column-like legs, and took his entire
cock into my mouth in one gulp.  I grabbed his balls with one hand and
reached up with the other to rub his incredible pecs as I suctioned his
rock-hard fuck tool.

The minute I swallowed Brad's cock he sort of went limp, gave in to
whatever I had in mind, and once I started really sucking him off he
started making these wonderful whimpering noises.  I hate guys who stay
totally silent when they're having sex, to me the sounds are the most
important part, they turn me on, and tell me what to do, and what not
to.  I love it when a guy lets me know he likes what I am doing to him,
and I could tell from the sounds Brad was making that he loved what I
was doing to him.  I experimented, working just his pecs, playing with
his nipples, and he moaned and whimpered, and then I squeezed and tugged
his balls and he grunted and moaned, and then I sucked his cock and he
gasped and said "Oh!  Yes!"  Then I did all three and he made all the
noises at once.  I loved the whimper especially, it sounded so helpless
and vulnerable.

I was tempted to make the little macho tease cum right away, but decided
I didn't want to risk it before I had explored his entire body, I wanted
to lick and suck those incredible pecs and listen to him whimper some
more as I chewed on his beautiful big hard nipples before I let him get
off.  Once he got his rocks off he was likely to get nervous and grab
his stuff and head for the door.

I raised my head from Brad's delicious cock and knelt over him and just
looked, rubbing and caressing his smooth soft skin.  He lifted his head
and looked at me, wondering why I had stopped sucking his cock I guess,
and grinned when he saw my worshipful admiration.

"You're beautiful," I told him as I ran my hands all over his naked
body.  It was incredibly sexy, that skin stretched so tautly over those
awesome muscles, huge hard round pecs, washboard abs, thighs like marble
columns, and a big juicy cock in his crotch.  He was so hard by now that
his cock was pulled up flat against his belly.  I had thought only
teenage cocks did that, but Brad's did it, and its tip reached almost to
his navel, where a pool of clear precum had oozed out.  I lapped that up
and licked my way up to his pecs, which I sucked and chewed until he was
panting and whimpering like a baby. Then I licked his abs, sucked his
cock some more, and worked on his inner thighs and the big pair of nuts
hanging under his cock.  He liked rough ball play, and let me squeeze
him really hard, grunting and moaning loudly.  I was tempted to see just
how far he could go, but backed off.  I'd be stupid to cause him real
pain and ruin the whole thing.

Finally I flipped Brad over on his stomach and spread his legs as far
apart as they would go and looked at his incredible butt.  He had a pair
of glutes like big ripe melons, big and round and firm and succulent.  I
massaged them with my hands and then spread them apart even further and
buried my face in his ass.  I don't usually do that, it's too risky, but
with Brad I couldn't stop myself.  I licked and sucked on his asshole
until he was whimpering again.  The little stud lifted his hips off the
floor, pushing his ass harder into my face, opening himself to me.  I
reached under him and stroked his cock while I ate his puckered pink
boyhole.  He whimpered softly, driving me crazy with lust.

"Are you going to fuck me?"  he asked submissively. I raised my head,
sure I could not have heard right.

"What did you say?"

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"Do you want me to?"  I asked.

"I think so," he said.  "I want to know what it feels like.  That guy in
the porn looked like it really turned him on.  And you have a big cock.
Bigger than mine.  But you have to promise me you'll stop if it hurts
too much."  I realized that by some weird equation in Brad's macho stud
rulebook, big cock meant more powerful.  I was bigger than he was, so I
got to fuck him.  Simple.  I wasn't about to argue.

"Ok,"  I said, "I promise."

I was so turned on by then that I felt like my cock would explode it I
touched it.  I had planned to eat Brad's ass until I felt my orgasm
approaching, then flip him back over and go down on him and get him off
at the same time as myself.  Now instead I grabbed a pillow from the
couch and shoved it under his hips to lift them to a better angle for
fucking.  I was still sort of handicapped by my shoes and pants and
briefs all bunched around my ankles, so I took the huge risk that the
sexy muscle-boy would change his mind if I took too long getting my cock
up his ass, and fell back on the floor and got myself totally naked.  He
stayed right where I had left him, wiggling that sexy fucking bubble-
butt in the air, waiting to be fucked.  Awesome. Once I was free of all
my clothes, I knelt between his wide-spread muscular legs and started
working precum out of my cock and onto my fingers to lube up his ass. He
made nice soft whimpering noises as I finger-fucked him for a couple of
minutes, then I got two fingers inside him and found his prostate and
started poking at it.  That got his attention.

"OH!  What's that?"

"It's your prostate.  Feels good, huh?"  I poked it hard with my
fingers, making him gasp and grunt and moan.

"Oh! Fuck! Yes!"

"That's why guys like to get fucked.  A cock can go deeper and hit a
wider area than my fingers, so it feels even better."

"OK, fuck me," Brad said, as though I had just convinced him.

I decided Brad's ass was as loose as it was going to get, and if it
needed more lubrication, my cock would provide that.  I was leaking so
much I was afraid if I didn't cum soon I'd have nothing left.  I lifted
myself into a pushup position and pointed my cock at his ass.  "You have
to help me a little," I told the awesome body-builder stud-pup.  "When I
push, you push too.  Like you're trying to take a crap.  That will open
your ass up so my cock will go in easier.  And it will hurt at first.
Just try to relax and let me know when the pain stops."

"Mmmm, OK," he said quietly as I put the head of my cock against his
hole.  He was lying there submissively, his arms spread wide apart as
though they were pinned to the ground.  It looked like the sexy macho
stud was imagining he was tied down, helpless.  That figured, he'd have
to pretend he was being forced to do this, so he had no choice.  No way
he really wanted to get fucked by another guy, especially a queer.

I pushed my big hard dick against Brad's tight hot asshole slowly,
increasing the pressure gradually, and rubbing the head around to wet
his puckered pink boyhole more, and lube it up for entry.  I remembered
the first time I got fucked, the asshole who did it just rammed it in
and started fucking like a maniac and I hated every moment until I
finally fought him off and punched him in the face and left.  The next
time was better, the guy told me what I had just told Brad, and after my
fear died and I relaxed it did feel good.  But I still prefer to be on
top.

The head of my cock and about two inches more popped inside Brad's tight
hot hole, and he cried out.  "Ah-h-h!  It hurts!  Wait!"  I held myself
as still as I could, trying not to push in any farther, though my whole
body was telling me to fuck the shit out of the sexy little stud.   I
definitely didn't want to lose him now, not until I popped my nuts up
his tight hot ass.  I held my breath.

Finally I felt Brad move his ass a little, and heard him sigh.  He moved
a little more, then lifted his ass and pushed back against my cock,
impaling himself on an inch or so more of it.  It felt incredible.  I
looked down at him, letting myself breathe again.  He was gorgeous,
hard-muscled, shining with sweat, every muscle stretched taught.  He
still had his arms and legs spread as wide apart as he could get them,
spread-eagled, like he was tied to the floor, helpless, at my mercy.  I
loved the image.  The awesome little stud puppy wiggled his ass,
enjoying the feeling of my cock inside him.

"M-m-m,"  he said finally.  "OK, I think I can take more of it," he
breathed.  His voice had a soft vulnerable note that made me even hotter
for his ass than I already was - he sounded so submissive and helpless
and it made my cock ooze.  I squeezed the muscles  in my cock to force
more of that precum out the tip, lubing his ass more, then pushed slowly
and the rest of my cock slowly slid all the way in.  My pubes came to
rest against the boy's tight hot ass cheeks and he sighed.  I lowered my
body on top of his and wrapped my arms around him, clutching his huge
hard pecs in my hands.   I moved my hips slowly, easing in and out of
him just an inch or so.  "That's all of it," I murmured, licking and
sucking his ear and neck .  I squeezed his big hard pecs in my hands,
and he flexed them for me.  It felt awesome, all that muscle in my
hands, my cock buried all the way up his virgin hole.

"Fuck me," he breathed.

I moved my big cock partway out of his tight hot hole and then shoved it
in again.

"Harder," he breathed,

I pulled all the way out and jabbed it in again.  He yelped and gasped.

"A-h-h-h!  Harder!"

I started pumping my cock in and out of his ass, jabbing harder and
harder at that love-button deep inside his tight hot ass.  He yelped and
moaned.  I clutched his pecs liked handles and started fucking him hard
and fast.  My balls were churning, my cock was getting harder and bigger
and I was close to cumming.  I lost control and grabbed the sexy little
fucker as hard as I could and fucked for all I was worth.  I was
bouncing him on the floor and ramming my cock in and out and he was
pinned helplessly beneath me, taking my huge cock up his ass.  He
started wailing, this loud high-pitched wail of total ecstasy - at least
that's what I hoped it was.  I was too far gone to stop, and there was
no way he could have stopped me at that point, our two bodies moved as
one and I fucked him hard and fast and my cock erupted inside him,
filling his tight hot ass with my hot cum.  I was shouting too, totally
out of control, cumming hard, so totally aroused by all that muscle and
macho dude asshole strutting sex stud that I emptied myself into him.

When I caught my breath I was still clutching the little muscle stud, my
sweat drenched body still plastered to his back.   He was making these
soft sexy whimpering noises that I loved, and he was still wiggling his
sexy bubble butt on my still hard cock.  I moved my cock in and out a
little and he purred like a big cat.  I relaxed on top of him and tried
to remember where I was.  Oh yeah.

"I didn't cum yet," he said.

I reached under him and felt his cock.  "Jesus," I gasped, "you're still
rock hard.  Not many guys can stay hard when they're getting fucked like
that."

"The guy in the porn did," he reminded me.

"Yeah, and that's one reason they pay him a lot to do it on film," I
panted.

"Will you do it to me again, like they did in the porn?"  he asked,
raising his ass in the air and fucking himself with my cock.  I was
feeling really horny again, like I hadn't just popped my nuts at all.

"Dude, if you keep doing that to my cock with your ass, I'll fuck you
until your eyes pop out," I growled.

I pulled my cock out of his ass slowly and fell back on my haunches,
looking down at the awesome little stud I had just fucked the shit out
of.  He was lying there submissively, his ass still raised in the air.
The carpet around us was dark with the stains of sweat and cum and I was
tempted to get up and get some towels to protect it from further damage,
but seeing Brad waiting to be fucked again my cock got the better of me.

I flipped the kid on his back, shoved that pillow under his ass to lift
it into the air, positioned myself between his legs, aimed my cock at
his ass, and shoved it in.  The way he had taken it just now, and as
much of my hot slippery cum as I had pumped up his ass, I figured there
was no reason to be gentle any more.  As soon as my cock plunged in all
the way, the naked muscle-stud's head flew back, his jaw flew open, his
eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he screamed like a wild animal.
I was afraid I had hurt him, and was about to pull out and comfort him
when he rolled his head back down and looked at me like the head-
spinning demon-child from The Exorcist and said "God!  Yes!  That's it!
Fuck me!"

I pulled my cock out and shoved it in again, and was rewarded with
another of those loud grunts and growls and shouts.  It was clear this
was the best position for Brad to get fucked, I must be hitting just the
right spot, and I loved looking down at his face as I fucked him.  I
reached out and grabbed his pecs in my hands and squeezed them and he
flexed them for me.  "My nipples," he growled, "Squeeze my nipples!"  I
was in heaven, the kid loved having his nipples tortured and I love big
nipples like his.  I had avoided them earlier, not wanting to freak him
out, but now I grabbed then hard and he yelled encouragement.  I think I
could have ripped them off and he would still have been begging for
more.

I started shoving my cock in and out of sexy little stud-puppy Brad's
tight hot ass as I pinched and squeezed his pecs and nipples and soon he
was begging me to fuck him still harder.   I got up in a sort of pushup
position above him and he raised his ass higher and I started pounding
his ass for real.  He shouted and I fucked and I aimed my cock based on
his shouts and soon we had it just right and his shouts got higher and
more desperate and urgent and finally he just screamed and I managed to
look down and his cock was finally erupting, he spewed out a huge load
of cum onto his face and chest and belly, and shrieked with ecstasy as I
kept jabbing my cock up his ass.

When Brad stopped cumming I fell back onto my haunches and my cock
popped out of his ass.   I was exhausted, and he was whimpering and
shaking with sob-like gasps.  I pulled his legs down and lay on top of
him, holding him, caressing his head and rubbing his cum all over our
bodies between us.  His sobs and gasps subsided finally and he reached
out and took my head in his hands and pulled my face to his and kissed
me.  That shocked me more than almost anything else that had just
happened, that this macho little fucker would kiss me on the mouth.

After we had both come down a little I suggested we shower together and
Brad smiled shyly and agreed.  He let me wash him all over, and returned
the favor, spending a lot of time washing my cock, which got hard again,
and he liked stroking and rubbing it, pleased with its size and telling
me how amazing it was that it would fit inside his ass.  He asked if he
could fuck me and I said Now? And he said Can I?  His cock was hard
again and I said sure, let's do it here in the shower and in a few
minutes he was fucking my ass hard and fast and panting like a little
bull as he pinned me against the shower wall.  "Yeah!  Take my cock you
faggot, fuck your ass!"  He was swearing and yelling and chanting
obscenities, and if I hadn't just fucked his guts out I would have been
offended at his words but I caught on that it was just his way of
getting off, the words turned him on.  He even wrapped his arms around
me and grabbed my pecs and squeezed them as he fucked me, which really
turned me on.   I grabbed my cock and stoked myself to another intense
gushing orgasm as he came up my ass.

Then I told him we should both wash our asses out, and disconnected the
shower head from the hose it was on and showed him how to poke it up his
ass and fill it with water and then squirt it out.  He got off on
watching me do it and asked me to let him push the hose inside me.  He
wanted to leave it in too long though, and I had to fight him a little
to get him to let go and my intestines felt way too full with water and
it gushed brown for a while until I was empty.   He told me he wanted me
to put the hose up his ass then, so I did, taking it easy on him, but
then he grabbed it from me and stuffed it up himself and left it there
so long I was shocked and afraid and he wouldn't let me get it to pull
it out and I grabbed the shower handle and turned the water off.

"Dude, you'll wreck your insides, take it easy!"  I said urgently  - he
had his eyes closed and this look of total ecstasy on his face as he
turned his ass towards me and squirted all that water on my legs.

As he was leaving, Brad asked if he could come over again some time.  I
gave him my number and said sure, but call first, and didn't expect to
hear from him again.   But a couple of weeks later he called and asked
could he bring some beers over and watch a video, and I said sure and he
showed up ten minutes later with two six packs and a porn he had rented.
It was gay porn, with the same blonde as the one we had watched the
first time, and he stripped naked and sat on the couch and watched it
while I licked his muscles and sucked his cock until he came in my
mouth.  Then he bent himself over the back of the couch with his ass in
the air and watched the rest of the video like that while I fucked him.
Then he fucked me the same way.

I didn't hear from Brad then for a couple of months, until he called me
one day to say he was in L.A., and he had just shot a gay porn flick,
and one of the other actors had told him he had the best ass he had ever
fucked.  I congratulated him.  A couple of months later I saw Brad's
premier gay fuck film at my local porn video store, but I figured it
would just frustrate me, watching someone else drill the hot little
stud's ass, so I didn't rent it.

After all, it was I who had broken him in.