"ROOM 269" from the files of TABOO TOPICS (714) 240-8480

Jo signed 'R.Aul' at the window and paid the eight bucks entry. He was 
wary of giving his real name here; after all, who knew who might have 
access to their records, now or in the future, voluntarily or 
involuntarily jeopardizing his job should the wrong party discover 
that he frequented such places. Never too safe, he thought, as he 
climbed the stairs to the second floor following the cute, little 
Latin-looking attendant they gave the key to before buzzing Jo into 
the inner sanctum of the 'tubs.'

Surrounded by towel-donning men staring at Jo's god-like good looks, 
the attendant opened 269, and gave Jo the key, some lube, some condoms 
and a towel. Jo tipped him a buck, then went into 269 leaving the 
conga line of flesh behind him, noticing a cute blond cruise by out of 
the corner of his eye as he did so. The blond smiled at him as the 
door shut.

Always horny, Jo hadn't had great sex since he left on his business 
trip over a week ago. Fresh off the plane, he had taken the taxi 
straight to the tubs to avoid any possible confrontation with his 
lover. He always traveled lightly. His one bag fit easily into the 
drawer under the makeshift bed. He and his lover hadn't had sex with 
each other for over a year, and Jo needed sex. Lots of sex. And often.

Jo threw the clothes into the drawer under the bed, locked it and put 
the pillow in the middle of the bed. Nude, he turned the lights down 
and opened the door wide. With lube and poppers on the night stand, he 
lay down on his stomach facing the door with his glorious ass high in 
the air on top of the pillow. This was his favorite way of getting it. 
He knew he would, cuz at 25, after having worked out a few years in 
the gym he looked better than he ever had, and that was damned good. 
6' even, lily-white skin, black hair cut short and blue eyes were 
accented by sharp, Roman features he inherited from his Italian 
parents. He never used it, but his dick was a 10 incher, and thick to 
boot with a big finger-thick vein crawling down the top to the 
mushroom shaped head. His buns were among the most fuckable most 
people who topped him ever got.

The blond was gone, but instantly an older, handsome muscle type with 
a black mustache started eyeing Jo. His arms must have been at least 
17 inches. The bod was that of a gym goer. Wasting no time, he came 
over to the door and looked straight at Jo, getting an instant smile. 
Stepping in, Jo stuck his left hand under the towel and felt for meat. 
Seven inches, tops and not thick. Jo waved and the bod went on his 
way. A troll with glasses had been looking on, and he entered almost 
as soon as the first guy had left. Shit, Jo thought, not one of those 
nights. The guy was in his fifties, but at least thin--and dark, sort 
of Latin looking, with glasses. Jo felt for meat not expecting to find 
anything, and found something he knew he could start the night off 
with. Great fuck, Jo thought, but too old and he got up to go to the 
bathroom.

All cleaned up, he returned to his favorite position. Four or five 
minutes worth of men walked by, some inciting Jo's 'later' signal, 
others just eyeing his beautiful ass, when Jo saw the blond come by 
again. He was cuter than Jo remembered, but Jo wasn't much into 
blondes--he never had luck finding huge meat on a blond boy. Just big 
wasn't big enough usually to arouse Jo. He liked donkey dicks.

The blond boy leaned against the wall as Jo looked him over, and 
started rubbing his crotch. It looked interesting, for sure. About 
5'10", schoolboy good looks in a Nordic sort of way were topped by 
straight, silky blond hair, cut mid length. The boy's lean, tight body 
showed veins running down large, cut calves and dominating his well 
muscled, sinewy arms. He played with the lump under his towel for 
about five minutes, looking right into Jo's eyes teasingly, but 
obviously turned on as he stared intently at Jo's buns. The blond stud 
finally entered the room, closing the door behind him without giving 
Jo a chance to make his preliminary feel for meat. In a flash, the 
towel was on the night stand.

"Pete. Pete Olsen. Just call me Pete."

"Like gettin' it, huh?"  "Yup."

"Good."

Jo stared and thought 'Wow!' as his pulse quickened. Not quite as big 
as Jo, Pete's cock was beautiful, with thick veins running up and down 
it just like the rest of his cut up body. Jo stuck as much of it in 
his mouth as would fit, feeling the veins that criss-crossed it as the 
dick began to swell in his mouth and creep down Jo's throat. A good 
nine inches plus when hard, Pete pulled his dick out of Jo's mouth as 
Jo began to choke too hard on it. Pete didn't want to see him vomit on 
his dick like the guy in the room next door had. He wanted it easy, 
loose and open.

"Ya loosened up enough to get it? I know ya just got here. I saw ya 
come in." He fingered Jo's hole.

"Mmmmmmmm." Jo was ready all right, as the stud climbed on top of him 
and stuck it in. Jo knew in an instant that the boy was a good top. He 
started slowly, taking his time, saving the rough stuff for when HE 
was good and ready.

"I need the poppers." Jo said.

"OK. I don't do 'em myself." He said grabbing them from the stand and 
laying them in front of Jo's face. Jo took a hit as Pete started to 
butt fuck deep and fast. For a minute he pumped at a speed that would 
kill most older men. Most men never got this far into Jo at all 
without giving it up to him, and Jo was in ecstasy feeling his hole 
get stretched out.

"Fuck me." Jo moaned over and over.

"I intend to. Nice man's ass, ya got, dude. I'm really gonna get into 
this piece. Hope ya don't mind if I take my time, here. Do ya like it 
when I fast-pump the way I just did?"

"For sure." Jo loved it.

On and off, he fast-pumped Jo for about a half hour, then pulled his 
cock out. Jo moaned, as Pete spread Jo's cheeks and started to lick. 
His tongue hard and probing, Jo reached down to his dick and started 
stroking himself. It only took a few strokes with Pete's tongue hard 
and deep to make Jo's cum spread all over his rock hard stomach as he 
moaned and groaned, rolling his ass onto the boy's rock-hard tongue, 
in heaven, clamping tight around Pete's demanding butt washer.

Getting back on Jo's back, Pete started to stroke his cock.

"I gotta take a break. I can't after I come."

"No way, dude. Take a hit." The blond wanted it bad.

Demanding bastard, Jo thought. Well, he's good enough at topping and 
not too huge, so Jo decided to give it a go. Pete rammed it in hard 
this time when he mounted, making Jo scream as his head hit the wall 
in front of him. Fast-pumping him for over ten minutes, Pete grabbed 
Jo's hair, and whispered: "I'm almost ready. I want you to start 
clamping down hard on my cock with your muscles, just like you did my 
tongue, but only when I tell you to. Get ready. I'm almost there."

Jo wondered what he meant by almost ready, when finally, after five 
more minutes of fast, hard strokes Pete said: "Now."

Jo clamped down hard, making Pete shoot what must have been quite a 
wad as he screamed louder than anybody Jo had ever heard while cumming 
then slumped down hard over Jo's spread, sweating, flexed lats.

Pete leaned over and kissed Jo, then opened the door. A crowd had 
gathered to listen at the door, and waving back at Jo, Pete left the 
tiny room saying to one of the guys: "Great ass in there, dude." He 
walked away slowly. Time for another shower, then another stud.

A black guy with a light beard in the crowd smiled at Pete's comment. 
Jo noticed he had a big bulge where his cock was. Not bad looking 
either, the guy was about 40 and had well-developed pecs, washboard 
abs and an extremely well kept, tight, muscular body. He was holding 
something in his hand as he came towards Jo. Jo felt under his 
towel...just what he was in the mood for! The guy was at least a foot 
long, his cockhead hung down straight to his knee--and he was 
semihard! Holy shit, Jo got a hardon just thinking about it. Here was 
his donkey dick. Jo smiled up at him.

"Jimmy."

"Marco."

"OK, Michael, let's have a smoke," he said as he closed the door and 
draped his towel over the knob. Damn, that cock was gorgeous! Few and 
far between, Jo thought to himself.

"Great cock, Jimmy." Jo said sitting up in the bed. Jimmy sat beside 
him, took a bottle of poppers out of his hand and put them on the 
table next to Jo's. He lit the cigarette, and Jo knew he was going to 
need it, though he didn't smoke often. He helped Jimmy finish it. By 
then he was so turned on staring at Jimmy's huge and growing 
endowment, he started to go down on Jimmy's monstrous dick. It tasted 
great, not like other black men Jo had had. It choked Jo, but trying 
hard he got it to scratch deep down his straining throat, spitting up 
mucous each time he lifted his head, getting Jimmy nice and hard--and 
slippery. Jimmy took a hit and gave some to Jo, who started really 
getting into cock sucking, an activity he rarely enjoyed. Jimmy was 
enjoying it, too, fingering Jo's bubble butt in anticipation as Jo 
pointed his ass straight up into the air. No subtle hints here--it was 
very obvious what each was into. Jimmy loved to fuck, and his tool 
often got him in bed with the best studs around. He lifted Jo's head 
and kissed him deeply. Jo shot some precum, but Jimmy was too intense 
in sucking Jo's model face to notice.

"I'm gonna do you good, Michael. You got a great bod." Jimmy said. Joe 
could only think he'd never been turned on like this before. "I want 
you to kneel down on the bed, put your head and chest on it with your 
ass high in the air, Michael." Jimmy stood up on the bed, his heavy 
tool dropping down and whacking his knee. Jo obeyed.

"Now arch your back and relax. I like it deep and loose, guy." Jimmy 
rested his hand at the base of Jo's spine where he could make sure the 
muscles were relaxing.

Jimmy took a hit and gave one to his butt toy. Jo braced and 
concentrated on loosening up as much as he could as Jimmy standing up 
on the bed and kneeling down slipped his tool past Jo's crack slowly 
straight down into his deep insides. Jo took it all, thinking to 
himself what a greedy fuckin' bitch he was! But it felt unbelievable. 
Jimmy liked it slow, and each thrust down he'd go deep, all the way to 
the base of his cock and touch his big balls against that dick kissin' 
butthole, then bring it up all the way, leaving only the tip of the 
head connected lovingly to his new found bottom man.

"Great, great!" He sighed as Jo began to moan. A few more hits and Jo 
was feeling pain and pleasure he'd never experienced before. He kept 
giving of himself the way he never had before, he'd never had it so 
demanding! His throat still sore, mucous started to roll out his nose 
as he started to cry with each demanding stud-man thrust of the 
monster cock...He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it as his 
back started to arch upward; the pain was just as unbearable as the 
pleasure. His twat starting to clamp up, Jimmy withdrew his tool 
suddenly.

"Great butt, I almost came; don't want to yet. I want some more of 
that ass o' yours."

Jo was still crying as he sat down next to Jimmy, ogling at the huge 
piece of flesh he had just experienced.

"Nobody ever got me like that before. Jimmy, I could fall in love with 
this. "

Jimmy let Jo fondle his big meat as they smoked, Jo whimpering 
lightly, his bod hurting. Jo wiped his towel across the accumulated 
muck on his face and they talked for about half an hour afterwards. Jo 
learned Jimmy had had a lover, but the kid left after a few years. He 
lived alone in Brooklyn. Jo wanted to leave his lover, Mark, then and 
there and live with this stud forever. But there were too many other 
complicating issues to be dealt with first. For one, they owned the 
apartment they lived in together.

Jo noticed Jimmy was getting hard again. They finished another 
cigarette. Aching, he assumed the position and Jimmy pumped Jo into a 
frenzy higher than before, pumping away at his round ass for over an 
hour. Sweat was rolling off both of them into Jo's eyes, which were 
watery with tears as he groaned and cried under Jimmy's relentless, 
demanding huge dick. Sure he could take no more, he felt something 
swelling up deep down, right next to where Jimmy hit home with each 
thrust. Jo started some serious groaning as it came up into his head. 
Surprising both of them, Jo exploded with cum flowing everywhere, 
hitting him in the face and spreading all over the wall in front of 
them. Totally unexpected, he never felt such an intense orgasm before. 
But what was really special was that he hadn't so much as touched 
himself. His dick was swinging freely in the air and shooting cum all 
over. Jimmy had made him cum just by banging him, and Jimmy, realizing 
this, shot his load deep inside his man toy. Both men were exhausted, 
hot and sweaty. Jimmy slowed his meat out of his mouth, and kissed Jo, 
his beard tickling him.

"I ain't cum all night. I almost never get to. Nobody could do that 
yet. I'm gonna get some more smokes. Be right back. Let me in when I 
knock, OK? I want some more, if that's a'right with you."

Jo didn't hear a word. He was spent to the max as Jimmy closed the 
door behind him. Jo fell asleep in the puddle under his head and took 
a nap. When he woke he saw the sheet on the bed bunched up in a 
corner. His lube was empty and he ached all over, but felt somehow 
satisfied and peaceful. And horny. Jo got up, and left his room 
without his towel on; he held the poppers in his left hand with his 
keys dangling underneath to go look for his Jimmy, who he guessed was 
probably giving it to some other hunk by now. He didn't care, as long 
as Jimmy gave it to Jo, too.

Jo was getting stared at seriously. He peeked into each open door with 
anticipation, roaming the second floor corridor but found no Jimmy, 
and only trolls in the other rooms. He climbed up to the third floor 
and did the same, when one of the last doors opened revealed a 
beautiful, tall black man about Jo's age. Jimmy had put Jo in a black-
man mood, and Jo walked straight in. Closing the door behind him, Jo 
saw another beautiful piece of huge black dick as the boy pulled the 
towel from over his crotch. A good eleven inches, and as thick as Jo. 
He wore a gold chain around his neck, and at the end was fashioned in 
gold a sort of noose.

"That mean anything?" Jo pointed to the noose, wondering if the guy 
was a sadist or something.

"A friend gave it to me. It's supposed to mean 'hung'; get it?"

"Oh." Jo's cock was stirring, but the aches in his bod made him wonder 
if he could take any more. He decided to try, and climbed on the man 
ready to suck his cock. This time he'd have to control the pace. He 
reached over to get some lube for his own dick.

"Give me the rubber on the table, please."

Jo did, and lubed up as the boy capped his dick with the biggest bag 
Jo ever saw. This was usually a turn off for Jo, but Jo was by now 
well into the heat of passion, and determined to get all the meat he 
could that night.

Bearing down on a strong hit of poppers, he sat on the boy, feeling in 
complete control for the first time that night. But his cock was so 
big, and Jo so turned on that after only a few trips up and down that 
pole, Jo grabbed his own lubricated dick and came.

"It happens. I'm Tony."

Jo learned Tony was indeed a model, taking in his physical beauty as 
they talked. Tony was about 6'5", well built but not overly muscular 
with a large Grecian nose, huge hands and at least size 12 feet. And 
he was the first black man Jo ever saw with blue eyes. They exchanged 
phone numbers; more than a formality, Jo rarely offered his unless the 
other party seemed real interested in getting together again, as they 
usually don't. Tony lived in Jersey, but Jo figured they'd get 
together somehow, maybe at Jimmy's! The thought got him horny again. 
As he started to get hard, Tony said "Get on your back."

Spent beyond belief, Jo flung his legs over the stud's shoulders into 
the air and grabbed for the poppers as Tony deep thrust Jo. Jo took 
hit after hit, determined to make Tony cum, and Tony used Jo's bod 
slowly determined to make this bottom work for it. Humping for over an 
hour, Jo came all over his stomach. His legs were sore.

"You're messed up with gook."

"Want me to go wash up? Be right back. Let me in?" Not waiting for an 
answer, Jo rushed for the washroom. He decided to go douche and headed 
down the three flights of stairs. He felt sure Tony would wait on him. 
After all, how many guys can make love the way Jo can, using up such a 
big piece of meat to the max, and he knew very few were as cute as he 
was. No conceit, just truth.

Jo showered and douched. He was sore, but there was a steady flow of 
hot men coming and going into the sauna, pool and whirlpool that made 
up the center of basement activity. Jo decided the hot whirlpool would 
relax him and give him a chance to rest as he window-shopped for more 
cock. Jo knew it always helped ready him for more. He sat in the hot-
tub and leaned his gorgeous head back.

"Hi Lestor." It was a friend he knew from years back--and a great fuck 
too. Lestor was Polish, and had a crew cut. His tit had been pierced 
since Jo saw him last, but he still had that big, uncut sausage.

"Horny? "

"You know me. Wanna come up to my room?" Lestor sucked Jo until they 
were both seeing stars. Jo came two, three times...he couldn't really 
remember. By now he was dry cuming, and he wasn't sure if he was 
actually cuming though the spasms he was going through were just as 
pleasurable to them both. Lestor was holding off, though. He'd sucked 
all night, but hadn't gotten excited enough to come, so he wanted it 
to be as Intense as he could make it. Lestor liked it rough and knew 
from experience that Jo could take it, so he decided to suck the way 
he wanted, but he usually held back, to make himself come. Jo grabbed 
Lestor's round ass cheeks in both hands as he tried to stay open, 
Lestor brutally thrusting hard and fast into Jo's canal. Lestor 
started to breath in rhythm with his thrusts, and with each thrust 
into Jo's mouth completed he let out a grunt. He grunted louder and 
louder, and after five minutes of real rough sex took his pleasure 
from Jo plugging his mouth full of fresh, juicy cum. Letting go of his 
tanned cheeks, Jo pulled Lestor down to him and kissed him deeply. 
Lestor opened Jo's mouth and spat in it. Jo swallowed with gusto.

"Yum, yum."     

"Woof. You keep that up, I'm gonna have to do you again."

This time out of 269, Jo went for a swim. It was six in the morning, 
and he was tired, but still horny, so he renewed his room for another 
six hours. What the hell, it was Saturday, and he figured some of the 
hornier, hotter fuckers would still be about. Besides, it was just 
about the time the twinkies and guppies completely deserted the place 
and went home to their teddy bears leaving the tubs to the hard core 
sex fiends. Jo wanted cock. He went back upstairs and lay face down on 
his bed, ass ready and high in the air. Not so fussy anymore, he would 
take anybody now. He wanted it bad.

In a half sleep, his bod aching, Jo dreamt of how Jimmy had banged him 
silly, and after an hour woke up with a hard-on. He went down to the 
basement to sit in the whirlpool, stopping in the orgy room along the 
way. Empty. Going back to 269, he lay down on his back. He was 
thinking of leaving when Jimmy appeared out of nowhere.    

"Knew I'd come back, didn't ya?" He sat next to the reclining god. 
Jimmy took his towel off.