Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 01:03:54 -0500
From: HotWrite@lycos.com
Subject: Plow Me

PLOW ME
by HotWrite@lycos.com

This is a true story involving consenting adults.  Do not read this if you
are a minor, or if the laws of your benighted state, province, nation,
kingdom, country, fiefdom, republic, forbid you from doing so.

The city was blanketed in white, and the snow continued to fall.  The quiet
streets had deep furrows of snow through which an occasional taxi or auto
would creep.  I was surprised that the coffee shop was open, and that so
many hearty souls had ventured out for breakfast on a Saturday morning.

     A group of college-aged boys were huddled at the counter.  They were
wearing trendy club clothes, and I assumed that they were wandering home
from a long night of partying.  But their faces were fresh and bright, and
they appeared too neat and too well-groomed to have reveled through the
night.  While reading the Times, I heard them speak to one another in
Italian, and understood that they were visiting the city for the New Year.
From time to time, one or another would look over and sometimes nod or
smile.  I was struck by the incredible features of a tall statuesque boy
with lush hair that had been bleached blond, but he did not extend a
greeting.  As the group prepared to leave, I noticed a stocky, dark-haired
boy with well-fitted jeans that displayed an attractive lump.  He thrust
his arms into his jacket and flashed a friendly smile as he passed.

     I leaned into the cold wind as I plodded down the street, intent on
completing a few of my week-end errands.  Unfortunately, many shops were
closed for the winter storm and I could not make many purchases.  Although
the laundry was open, it was too windy to attempt to carry an armful of
dry-cleaned suits and shirts back to my apartment.  I wasn't ready to
return home anyway, the sight of the cute boys at breakfast had made me
restless and horny.

     I remembered that there was a small video store on Sixth Avenue that
had an arcade in the rear.  Not really expecting to see anyone, I walked a
few more blocks and entered the store.  I paused at the entrance to brush
the snow that accumulated all over my trench coat and scarf.  The attendant
smiled as I struggled to shake the white frost off my shoulders, arms, and
chest.

     As I feared, there was no one in the store.  I browsed the collection
of videotapes for sale, and glanced at the selection of gay movies in the
arcade.  As I studied a picture on one of the video jackets, in which a boy
wearing a beret is licking a huge uncut dick, I heard the front door open.
I looked up to see a hooded, snow-covered parka approach the arcade area.
The legs looked good, the lower face had a strong jaw and sexy five-o'clock
shadow.  In a minute, the hood was removed and the parka opened to reveal a
hot-looking guy with strong arms and well- muscled chest.  He had a
confident manner and carried himself well, somewhat like a military man.
I'm an inch over six feet tall, and have a pretty solid build on a trim
frame.  This guy looked to be a little taller, and was bigger.  His face
was beautiful, dark hair and eyes, and the cheekbones of a model.  He
didn't say a word, but glanced quickly over the display of movies and
walked briskly to the last booth in the arcade.  I watched him walk away,
and saw him look up just for an instant as he entered the booth.

     It didn't really look like an invitation, and he didn't resemble an
ordinary queen from Chelsea.  But, so far today, there were no ordinary
mortals about, only human gods braving the elements. I had come to the
place to find pleasure, and here was the perfect candidate for sexual
adventure.  So, I slowly wandered toward the back of the empty arcade.  I
approached the occupied booth, and peeked at the door.  As soon as I leaned
toward the lighted crack of the door, I heard the lock being pushed back.
The door slid open and I could look in.

     His pants and boxers were pushed down on his tight thighs, and his fat
cock was sticking straight out in front of him.  My dick was hard in my
pants, just looking at that thick piece of meat.

     I slid into the booth, locked the door, threw my trench coat on the
plastic chair, and dropped my pants.  My guy didn't even check out my own
pretty-substantial equipment, he looked back and forth from my face to his
drooling boner.  I got the message.

         I dropped to my knees, and took a good look at his tool.  It was
big, and it was flawless.  I don't know if he had been working up a load
for a long time or if he was just one horny fucker; but he was just holding
the thing, not jacking on it, and it was leaking like crazy.  The slit on
the mushroom head was oozing, and there was a thin sliver of juice running
down the shaft.  I stuck out my tongue and licked up the leakage.  He
seemed to like that.  At least, he let go of the joy stick and rested
against the wall.  So I licked some more, running my tongue all over the
head and taking long swipes along the shaft.  This guy was all set to go,
his thighs were flexing, and he was breathing hard.  I took my time.  If he
had been carrying it this far, he could hold it a little longer.  I grabbed
his rock-hard calves, and reached up under the missle silo to work on his
balls.  Plump walnuts resting in their warm sack.  I licked them all over,
turned on by the clean soap smell and the heat in his crotch.  I couldn't
get them both in my mouth at the same time, so I took turns sucking them
into my mouth.  I washed them well, swirling my tongue gently over them
then squeezing them a bit.  I held the sperm banks in my mouth and gave
little tugs on the guy's pouch.  He moaned.

     While I pulled on his balls, his dick was bouncing off my cheek, nose,
and forehead, leaving little slime tracks wherever it hit.  I returned to
business, and took the whole thing down my throat.  I let it sit inside of
me for a spell, then slid up and down slowly.  I could taste the salty
drops that seeped out with each thrust.  Some where above me, I could hear
soft intense hisses.  His thighs were flexing and his dick was throbbing
again.  I was afraid to speed up because I knew this guy would shoot the
load.  So, I stood up and felt up his arms and chest.  He looked at me and
his dick again, and said, "make it wet again, I'm going to fuck you."

     I hadn't planned for that. I like the taste of a good dick, but
haven't had anything up the butt since the last boyfriend moved to
California.  I've spent most of my career sticking my dick up the butts of
cute boys, and that strategy seemed to be working well.  Nevertheless, I
hadn't been asked to discuss my history or preferences; it sounded like his
way or no way.  I conducted a quick cost/benefit analysis, and dropped back
on my knees.

      I swallowed the turgid column slowly, using the time to massage a gob
of spit into my smooth butthole.  He only gave me a few sloppy strokes,
before he was hoisting me to my feet and turning me around.  I grabbed his
slippery pole and guided it toward my ass.  When I was looking at it, his
dick stretched about eight inches long and looked pretty substantial.  Now,
as I grasped it blindly behind my back, I realized just how fucking FAT
this thing was.

     "You can have my butt", I said, "but you've got to let me put this in
or this isn't going to work."

     He didn't say anything, but stopped pushing. I rubbed the fat head
around my hole, and started to tease the entrance with it.  Fortunately,
the prick was supplying enough lubricant that the head could slide around
there easily.  I pushed back onto him, and the head popped in.  I t was
already a tight fit.  I pushed a little more, and felt a wave of painful
cramping.  He moaned.

     "Let me get used to this", I said.

     After a minute, I slid around a bit on that big head.  His dick was so
warm, and continued to throb lightly which created a very pleasant
vibration in my ass.  Slowly, I pushed the hot stick further and further
into me.  I could feel myself stretching around his dick, and he was
gasping wordlessly again.  At last, I had reached the end, and straightened
up a bit to begin rocking on that pole.  As I reached behind me, I realized
that there was still couple inches of more dick.

     "You are fucking huge", I mumbled.  He grabbed my hips and shoved
slowly but firmly forward.  I was impaled on him.  My poor butt was
throbbing, and I felt damned uncomfortable.  It seemed that his huge prick
must be scraping my ribcage by now.  Fortunately, he didn't move, but let
the monster continue to pulse and jerk slightly inside of me.  Soon, I
began to enjoy the fullness, and must have relaxed a bit because he
suddenly slid that thing backwards and jabbed it into me again.

     He was so slick with spit, sweat, and juices that the pole was slicing
through me easily.  Back and forth another couple of times, and then he hit
the magic button.  Now it was my turn to groan.  I bent forward, arched my
back, and jammed my butt onto his huge prick again and again.  My dick,
which had gone into hibernation while his dick was getting sheathed, came
roaring out of its cave.  My dick was jumping around in my fist while I
jabbed myself onto his dick again and again.

     The big mushroom head would plow through my love canal and collide
with my prostate.  A wave of juice would burst from my dick and coat my
slick fist.  It didn't last very long.  His dick had been throbbing
throughout this encounter, and the rabbit punches into my guts were about
all that it could take.  My guy pulled me back roughly, and sent his stiff
joint as far into me as anything has ever gone.  I could feel the pulsing
increase and then the floods began.

     Wave after wave broke inside me.  I was jizzing all over the wall,
while the monster was blasting gob after gob inside of me.  His dick was in
me so tightly, that I could feel every beat of his heart.  I was done
before he was.  Cum was dripping off my dick and my fist, while his big
prick continued to buck and shoot.  At last, he started to pull back.  The
monster slid slowly out, still hard and hot as it retreated.

     When the mushroom cap had popped free, I straightened up and turned
toward him.  He shook the cum off his shiny dick, and stuffed the whole wet
package into his boxers.
     "Thanks", he said, and left the booth.

My legs were trembling, as I pulled up my pants.  I took a tissue and wiped
my butt.  It was wet, but clean.  He had shot so far up my hole that no
jizz was leaking out.  "Not yet, but soon", I thought as I replaced my coat
and scarf.  I figured I could hike the few blocks to my duplex before I
started filling my briefs with my partner's jizz.  By the time I reached
the front door, I was walking steadily again.  I turned into the street,
just as a pair of snow plows labored up the wide avenue.  "I've already
been plowed open", I thought happily as the flashing lights passed me.