Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2007 14:24:03 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Odd Men Out"

				ODD MEN OUT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     The song on the stereo was torture to Michael, sheer torture!
               "Tonight is the night,
               Going to hold you so tight,
               Hold you close to me,
               Tonight is the night that I'll make love to you!"
     Torture! What was driving the spikes into Michael's soul was the other
sounds in the room. All around him in the darkened room were couples
hugging, kissing, stroking. Hands were on backs, on thighs, on breasts,
under shirts, inside pants! The only sounds they were making were grunts,
groans, moans, sighs, God, he couldn't look anywhere without seeing guys
getting lucky, seeing girls putting out, and he couldn't, even with closing
his eyes, close his ears!
                "Tonight is the night,
                That you lay down with me,
                Hold you close to me,
                Tonight is the night that I'll make love to you!"
     God, he ought to get out of here! Barbara wasn't coming. She was
supposed to have been here by now, she was supposed to come over and make
him and her one of these couples, supposed to be the one he was holding,
the one he was kissing, the one he was going to fondle and caress, while
the sounds of passionate frustration slipped from their lips, until that
hand went into his pants and gave him that release, the hand on his
manhood, the stroking that caused him to soak his trousers, while he moved
to caress and rub the smaller bump of her clitoris, make the silkier ooze
of her vagina gush forth, and then, their hands sopping with the moisture
of their love, to build with one more brick the road that would lead to
marriage...only no Barbara! And if he didn't get either Barbara in his arms
or his ass out of here, he was going to go fucking insane!
     Jesus, how much longer should he wait? How much longer could he wait?
Find something else to do, now! Maybe in the kitchen, he could see who was
in the kitchen. Anyone who wasn't making out in here!
     He had to get across the room of squirming, groaning, writhing bodies
to get to the kitchen. This wasn't as easy as he had thought, all the
couches and chairs were occupied, and some couples had splayed out on the
floor. He stepped gingerly over a pair of bodies, both with their pants
dropped (were they having actual sex here, as opposed to the typical bit of
rubbing and handjobs these sort of parties usually saw?), and that led him
to the back of the couch, which had a small corridor between it and the
wall. A lone figure was there, maybe his girlfriend was dropped down
sucking his cock. But it was his best chance to get to the kitchen, the
bright light in there would end the sexual tension the room was practically
throbbing at him, and he could apologize and squeeze past him and...oh,
this guy was alone! Damn, someone to talk to, see if he was alone here,
too, they could find someplace quiet to talk while Barbara and his
girlfriend arrived, the night was still young....
     The man's hand was rubbing his crotch. His face was wrought up in a
way Michael recognized.
     "Hey, man!" he said to the guy.
     The guy snatched his hand away and Michael just smiled at that. "Hey,
I know what you mean. My girlfriend isn't here yet, either. Or is yours
just in the john?"
     "She left." the guy managed a grin of his own. "I guess she didn't
think she was ready for this." The guy was huge! Thick masses of muscles
crouched under his t-shirt like sleeping tigers. His hair was a majestic
bush of dark brown hair (or was it red? So damned dark in here!) that put
Michael in mind of a lion's mane. The hand on his crotch had been like a
restless panther questing for prey. Michael wondered briefly about the "big
cat" metaphors wandering through his brain, but the purring sound from the
couple on the sofa was enough to make them natural!
     "So you're here." Michael said. "Uh, mind if I ask why you're still
here?"
     The man shrugged. "I live here. Went to my room and three couples are
in there. I could have chased them out, but hell, I helped set up this
party. I knew they'd be using my room. I just figured I'd get to use it
some, too."
     "Only you're not." Michael said. "You know, dude, if this were a bar,
I'd be buying you a drink right now!"
     "So where's your squeeze?" the guy wanted to know.
     "An hour late." Michael said. "Beyond that, I don't know. Barbara
doesn't have a cell phone. She might not have wanted to come over and is
waiting at her apartment with some lame excuse and not answering her
phone. I couldn't say."
     "You giving up on her."
     "About." Michael said. "But I'll give her another half hour, I
guess. What I got to do is hold my balls together for that long. You don't
have a girl, this place is a head trip you don't want to go on."
     "I know." the guy said.
     "I got to talk to someone while I wait." Michael went on. "Mind if I
park my kiester here by you and try to pretend that everyone else in this
place isn't busy tearing off a piece?"
     "If you can manage that, be my fucking guest." the guy said.
     "I'm Michael."
     "Douglas. Call me Doug." They shook hands, Michael couldn't help but
notice it was the hand that had been rubbing his boner a moment before.
     "Well, Doug, what do you want to talk about?" Michael said as he
leaned against the wall. "How about them Clippers?"
     "How about them?"
     The girl on the couch next to him chose that moment to give out a
rather loud moan! Not just a "Uh!" sound, either, it was an
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!" that went on and on!
     Michael had to stop talking, the sound was too much! When she finally
shut her yap, Doug said, "What were you talking about?"
     "I don't remember." Michael groaned. "Shit, this is fucking torture! I
wait another half hour, I'm going to fucking bust a nut!"
     "So don't wait." Doug advised.
     "What?"
     "All the hands going in this room right now, nobody's going to blink
at a guy doing himself, especially if he doesn't call any attention to
himself." Doug pointed out. "So take it out and whack it. Barbara shows up,
well, you just started without her."
     "I don't know." Michael said.
     "That wasn't a no." Doug pointed out.
     "No, it wasn't." Michael admitted. "What about you? That wasn't
Parcheesi I saw you playing when I walked up to you."
     "No, it wasn't." Doug agreed. "What are you suggesting?"
     "Just a bit of company while I do it." Michael said. "By myself here,
it's kind of pathetic. But if I'm not alone, it's more of a friendly bit of
play by two guys who are the odd men out at a party but still having fun."
     "The odd men out." Doug chewed on that. "Yeah, that's us, all
right. Don't have anyone else, so we got each other."
     "Uh...yeah." Michael said, his stomach did a flip at that. What was
Doug offering? Well, so far, nothing but joining him in jerking off. Which
he'd suggested, no less. That steeled his resolve. "Okay, then, I'm
ready. How about you?" His hand went to his zipper and tugged it down.
     Doug smiled and his big hands went to his jeans, the big gold buttons
there yielded reluctantly to his fingers, but they gave way. They gave way
and the space between was filled with a gigantic white bulge, his briefs
filled with.... God!
     Michael's eyes were staring at that huge white mass and Doug said,
"Hey, we were going to do this together, remember?"
     "Oh? Oh, yeah!" Michael got his own trousers open and his boxers fly
parted and fished himself out. "Okay, I'm ready." he breathed.
     Slowly, insolently, Doug moved his hand down into his briefs, slowly
he cupped the ample basket inside, drew the entire mass out and dumped it
into view, balls and all!
     "Beautiful!" Michael breathed, and then looked up.
     Doug just smiled. Not entirely friendly, that smile, not rude. Just
sort of...knowing. "You like it?"
     "Well...yeah." Michael said. "Nice fat dong you got there, I
mean. It'll be...a privilege to jerk off with you here."
     "So get to jerking it." Doug advised.
     "Yeah." Michael grabbed hold of his own, smaller pud and began to yank
it. He wanted to see Doug jerk his, hell, yeah, a tool that any man would
be proud to be managing, to feel it awaken him in the morning and beg for
attention, to wield it in the loving of a woman, or just to aim it at the
urinal and let the yellow flood burst out of it! His own dick was all
right...but it didn't measure up to....
     "Hey!" Doug said, a sharper note. He hadn't touched his own cock
beyond taking it out.
     "Huh?" Michael said.
     "I said to get to jerking it." Doug repeated. His hand made it clear
this time which cock he was talking about.
     Michael's breath caught in his throat. But his next move was to reach
out and take that magnificent man-honker, to feel the hot, velvety skin as
it melted into his fingers, melding itself to his touch! Jerk it! God,
yeah, jerk it!
     His hand moved upon the hot dong, his other hand moved his own. Except
for the sex of his partner, this was what he'd been aiming for tonight!
Just the glory of feeling another person, of enjoying himself with another
in the most intimate of actions, the most human of joys, the most regal of
sensations!
     Doug's hand reached toward Michael's cock, knocked Michael's hand off
it and replaced it with that hairy paw, and Michael groaned in a sound not
unlike that of the woman on the couch earlier. To have that huge ham of a
hand wrap up his prick, to stroke it into life! Michael felt such a thrill
race through his body, it was like he wanted to cream right then and there!
Jesus, he'd been missing out on this with the women he'd dated! Who but
another man knew better how to make that organ hum a happy tune? God knows
Barbara had tackled it so far about the way you'd expect her to handle a
dead rat!
     Panting hard, mouth open, Michael looked up into Doug's eyes and
suddenly he was kissing Doug, kissing him hard! God, he'd never even kissed
like this before, the hot lips of a man claiming you as his territory,
marking you as his own! He wanted it to go on and on and on...
     But he was the one who broke it off. He was the one who pulled his
cock away from Doug's strong hand. He was the one who dropped to his knees,
intent on bigger game!
     "Uh-huh-guh!" Doug groaned as Michael stuffed the huge organ in. "God,
man, yeah, yeah, come on, suck it for me, suck it for me!"
     Michael lavished his saliva over the thick rod and with it greased up,
he began to milk at it with ardent, aggressive stabs of his mouth over and
down onto it, pulling up hard, making the silken shaft scintillate with his
spit and serving this stud with style! His own hand he hammered his hungry
man-horn and it hummed in heavenly harmony.
     Doug grabbed hold of the back of the couch with both hands, he was
getting weak in the knees, Michael noted triumphantly, and he was
determined to make Doug come, and come hard, and come right in his mouth!
All that would make this night, this long, miserable, girlfriend-less
night, worthwhile!
     Doug was singing the sound of ecstasy, the moans and sighs and grunts
that were just like all the other sounds going on around them, but these
were different, these were the ones Michael was making, these were the ones
that he was earning, they weren't a part of someone else's joy, they were
his, they were his!
     "Hah, hah, hah, hah!" Doug panted, then he got out, "I'm going to
come, now, man, I'm going to come!"
     "Umm, umm, umm!" Michael mumbled around Doug's prong, and he kept on
working that hard prick.
     "I'm going to come." Doug groaned. "Awww! If you don't pull out,
uhhhhhh, I'm going to squirt it, guuhhhh, right down your throat! Aahhhhh!"
     Michael held on and he felt the cock throbbing like an angry beast. It
was getting hotter than hell, shit, yeah, it was about to fucking blow!
     "Here it comes!" Doug moaned. "Right down your...fucking...throat!
Ahh, ahh, gahh, uh, HUKH-GUHHHHH!"
     And it did! Thick, hot, creamy, salty, the heavy wash of Doug's spunk
unloaded right into Michael's mouth, flowing like ice cream down his
throat, but it wasn't cold, it was hot, hot! And salty, Michael's mouth
almost wrinkled from it, but there was also the taste of Doug as well, a
musky flavor that reminded Michael of Doug's lips at that kiss, the flavor
of a man, the taste and essence of this big stud was in that come, and that
made it more than desirable to him, he gulped it down greedily, as if it
were the essence of life itself, and savored the flavor of it.
     His own climax was triggered by this essential maleness pouring into
him, and he groaned, jetted his jizz and it splattered Doug's leg, making a
wet noise like water splashing upon Doug's jeans, the unmistakable sound
accompanied by the heavy smell of hot semen filling his nostrils.
     "Aw, man, aw, man!" Doug muttered as he helped Michael to his feet,
and they kissed again, and Michael felt Doug's tongue seeking and tasting
his own jizz within Michael's mouth, and he let Doug share it with him in
this way.
     Doug finally let him go and said, his voice still heavy with slaked
lust, "Now, that was what I wanted out of this party!"
     "Me, too." Michael said. "And we both got it, though not the way I'd
expected."
     "Hey, when you're the odd men out at a make-out party, you have to
take what you can get." Doug pointed out.
     "Well, what I got was you." Michael said. "What say we get out of this
party and go back to my place, and we can continue our party in private?"
     So the two odd men out left the party to the moaning couples and the
suggestive songs from the stereo. As they did, Michael found the sound
wasn't torturing him any longer. In fact, it sounded just right to him!

				  THE END
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