Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2003 22:04:38 -0800
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: STAKEOUT

                  STAKEOUT by bawdypen

   He was a 16-year-old white boy who hung around, and dressed
like, the Chicano homeboys...low-slung baggy pants and a red
bandana over his head. Suspected of dealing, we had him under
surveillance.
   I was on stakeout duty along with Fred Melton. From
different vantage points, we watched the dark area along the
back alley. We conversed, when necessary, on walkie-talkies. I
was on the third floor in the building directly across. I could
see right into the second-story apartment where his girlfriend
Theresa lived. A warm night, the windows and drapes were full
open to air out a noisy, crowded party, but nothing was
suspicious-looking. Until...
   "On your toes, Melton!" I squawked. "Kid's coming out the
back. Two greasers with him. I'm pretty sure they were at the
party, too."
   "Gee, maybe they just came out for some air," Melton
sighed.
   "Hmmm, could be. Sure didn't have to come out here to
deal--unless he's got it stashed down there somewhere."
   That's me, always thinking of the possibilities. I held the
binoculars up, searching for them. They'd gone back into an
alcove. Smart cookie! It was a pretty safe place where he could
see and hear anyone approach in plenty of time to hide or
dispose of illegal substances. Fortunately, a lamp half-way up
the building spread enough light over the area for my purposes.
   "You got it, Al?" Melton asked. "They're just out of range
for me."
   "Yeah...hold on. I'll keep my line open and describe what's
happening." Hoping to discover his hiding place, I watched
carefully. He was searching alright, but it was soon apparent
it wasn't illegal substances he seeked...but immoral ones!
"Oooh, looks like we got a wild one. Melton!"
   "Yeah? You want I should call for backup?" Melton calmly
asked.
   "Not unless you got a line to Vice. He didn't come down to
deal...he came down to FEEL! He's got a hand rubbing up both
their crotches. Looks like our boyfriend is a sweetheart. Might
just find out more than we wanna know about why he hangs with
the Mex boys!" I chuckled.
   "Yeah, he's giving 'em a good feel-up. Maybe those fat-
assed Chicano broads aren't putting out. Course, that's hard to
believe. Never had any trouble plugging those Catholic girls!
Uh oh, I can practically hear them zippers from up here. Sure
ain't getting any resistance, either. They're pushing their own
pants down! Got's himself two handfuls of greasy meat, now, and
he's just a-pumpin' away! One of the guys is undoing his pants
for him. Now they all got their trousers and skivvies around
their ankles. Danged if that don't bring back memories!
Remember those circles jerks when you grew up, Fred? You musta
done it, right? Everybody I knew did it. Fistin' a buddy's
prick and helping him get off...lettin' him feel and jerk ya...
all the jokes about which guy'd rather have it in his mouth.
But nobody ever got up the nerve to try it...dammit! Nerdy Shel
Goldberg sure had the lips for it. Couldn't talk him into going
down, though. Even when I gave my word I'd do it after he did
it. Course...I was just blowin' smoke. No way was I gonna put a
fella's pecker in my mouth! You ever sucked a cock, Fred?"
   "No, Al, I haven't," he replied sleepily. "We didn't have
those mutual masturbation encounters either, Al. I'm a Mormon,
remember?"
   "So? Mormons got cocks, don't they? Hell, where I come from
us guys handling each other's meat we'd be calling you the
sissy!"
   "I don't doubt that, Al. Are things progressing down
there?"
   "Uh...I think...maybe...YEP! Some-one's bending over. Wow,
he's taking one of those stiff pricks in his mouth. HE'S
SUCKING IT! Working him over like a real horndog, too. And the
other one's underneath, licking his greasy balls!"
   "You know, that's the second time you've described their
genitals as greasy. You're not a racial bigot, are you, Al?"
   "Fuck no. Why would you think something like that, pal?
Hold on a sec." Thinking about those thrilling, teenage circle
jerks had given me a boner! The sight down below didn't help
much, either. Nasty, furtive sex always has excited me. Porno,
dirty magazines, and chances like this to spy on people having
sex. "You there, Fred?"
   "Yes. You have everything under control now? Everything in
hand?"
   I had them in my sights again. "Hunh? What's that?"
   "Not very professional masturbating on the job, Al."
   "Now how the hell'd you know that?!" I chuckled.
   "Heard your belt jingle and bang on the floor. What else
would a guy like you do in a situation like this?" His sarcasm
was amusing. One thing I never let get to me is the attitude of
tight-assed prudes. "HOLD ON! Now he's blowing the other guy...
and the first one has his hand sliding over his ass. Maybe he's
gonna pork 'im! Hmmm, maybe not. He's gettin'  down...pulling
it open...kinda inspecting it...Awwww, goddammit, Melton, HE'S
LICKING IT! Fuckin' Mex kid's licking his mutherfucking smelly
shithole, Fred!" I cried out, stroking myself faster and
faster. Oooh, licking asshole in an alley while a big-boned cop
watches you and jerks his meat! If he only knew.
   "Must you swear, Al?"
   "Hey, listen...woo, you oughta see this kid go! Up and down
his slimy asscrack. Sure looks like he's pushing a tongue up
there, too! Now the other kid's yanked his prick from that
cocksucking mouth and turning around. Guess he wants his
butthole licked, too. And the white kid's going right for it.
Got a tongue up his ass and gonna stick his up another guy's!
They oughta call up for all the dudes at the party to come down
and join the daisy chain. That'd be a sight, hunh?"
   "If you say so, Al." Melton sounded bored. But he didn't
have the view I did. Good thing I was in a dark room. With my
pants down and my shirt open, I was practically pressed up
against the window flogging my fat meat energetically. All Fred
could do was sit there and listen to me. Well, he'd probably be
disgusted if he could see them.
   "Now they're switching all around again. Homeboys are
sucking cock and that white faggot's still got his tongue up an
ass. Jeez, these filthy little pervs sure have my huge boner
leaking, Fred! I really oughta go down there and bust 'em...
except I'd probably suck their hot cocks and then I'd have to
kill them!" I laughed.
   "Awwww, the cream's flowing, guy! They're taking turns
coming all over the other two faces. UH! URGGH! K-k-kummming!!"
   "Uh? Uh?" I heard Melton ask, but ignored him. At least
until I'd caught my breath and fingered up the last tasty drops
of spunk from my knob...squeezing it from my pisshole and
licking it.
   "What'd you ask, Fred? Man...fuckin' blew a wad of jizz all
over the window! WHAT A LOAD! You shoulda seen it," I chuckled.
   "I did, Al. JEZZUS FUCK, DID I EVER! I can still see that
fat dong hanging there dripping! I came right after you did."
   "Well you sneaky little fuck!" I cried. "Hey, that mean you
suck cock?" It'd been a long time since I'd had a decent
blowjob. Ellie ain't much for sucking cock.
   "No. I wasn't joshin', Al. I've never messed with a
fellow."
   "Hmmm. Say, if...a...you suck on mine, I'll suck yours
after!"
   "Right. And you're just the kind of guy who'd keep his
word!"
   I laughed. "Buddy, I was a kid back then. I'll match
anything you care to try...guaranteed! Guess I worry too much
about my image to just get down on a man's prick...but once he
shows me he's past all that macho bullshit, I'll drop it
pronto!"
   "What about the kids?" Melton asked.
   "Fuck 'em! They can suck your cock some other night!
Besides...it looks like they've gone back upstairs to the
party."
   "Yeah? Keep your pants down...I'LL BE RIGHT OVER!"


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