Date: Fri, 10 Sep 1999 18:18:20 EDT
From: Erikreeves@aol.com
Subject: The Heretic

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"The Heretic"
by Erik R. Drellman

     Everyone has a favorite club to go to and I have mine.  When I am in
Atlanta, or "Hotlanta" as it is known to most guys, I have my list of
places to hit.  One night earlier this year I was out clubbin' when I
decided to go to a club called "The Heretic."  The Heretic is a real mans
club, a place where men go to find men.  When you walk through the door you
can smell the scent of "men" in the air.  The lights are low, and the dance
floor is always crowded.  Men go to the Heretic for one reason and one
reason only, to find another man for sex.

     On this particular night, I started out at another club that I love to
go to.  While I was there, sitting on top of one of the speakers, I caught
the eye of a dark skinned beauty walking by.  I had had plenty to drink
already but I could tell by the look in his eye that he was looking for the
same thing I was!  When he walked by me, I looked quickly and got an
instant erection just thinking about the possibilities.  He was Latino,
with coal black hair and a moustache.  He had on a white tank top and blue
walking shorts.  His shorts were slung low on his hips and he smiled sexily
as he walked by.

     I am not a GQ model, but I have been told that I look pretty good.  I
am 5' 7", and weigh 175 pounds.  I have a moustache and goatee and a hairy
chest.  My legs are thick and solid and my ass sweet and always ready for
some action.  This guy was about my height, with caramel colored skin, dark
eyes, and a sultry look that made me hot just looking at him!

     Later that evening, I happened to go into the bathroom to relieve
myself of some of the liquor that I had been consuming throughout the
evening.  When I walked in, I saw him standing at one of the urinals.  I
walked over to stand beside him as he was putting his cock back in his
shorts.  Before I had a chance to even unzip, I felt his hand on my chest.
He looked me in the eye and spoke in broken English.  "Will you meet me at
the Heretic later tonight?"  His big brown eyes were just too much to
resist so I told him that I would.  His hand went quickly down to my crotch
where he grabbed my mound of cock and balls and began to squeeze.  His hand
had me worked up in no time, but before I knew it, he was out the door.  I
had to stand there at the urinal for a few minutes to let my erection go
down before I could even pee!

     I thought about him for quite a while and my mind kept racing at the
possibilities.  I wanted him desperately but I knew that it was getting
late and I should begin my drive home.  I was in my car and actually
passing the "Heretic" when I whipped into a deserted gas station, turned my
car around, and headed back to meet my man!  These kind of nights just
don't happen very often and I wasn't about to let this sweet man slip
through my fingers!  In a matter of minutes I was walking through the door
of the club and my cock was already beginning to grow in anticipation of
what I knew would happen that evening!

     After showing my ID at the door, I was told to take off my shirt, it
was "topless" night and no one was permitted into the club with a shirt on.
As I walked past the bar I noticed some guys giving me the eye as they sat
at the door waiting for "fresh meat" to enter.  You could smell the scent
of men in the air and I noticed the sign that asked that "no cologne" be
worn.  The dance floor was crowded with half-naked men bumping and grinding
against each other.  As I glanced into the darker corners I saw men in
varying stages of undress engaging in raw, man sex.  Anything and
everything you can imagine was going on for all to see but I was only
interested in one man, my Latino, and I was determined to find him.

     I felt hands rubbing my naked shoulders and back, when I turned, I saw
my man!  He grinned at me as his hands rubbed over my shoulders and he
said, "I was looking for you".  I said, "Well, now you found me."  He took
my hand and led me out to the nearly empty patio.  His hands found my
nipples and he pinched them hard and pulled on my nipple ring.  I leaned
down the few inches to his hot mouth and found his tongue waiting for me.
His hands never stopped roaming over my body as we kissed passionately.
The two other couples on the patio were oblivious to us as they continued
in their pleasure and we continued to explore each other's bodies.

     He whispered into my ear, "My name is Peter, what is yours?"  I
whispered, "Erik".  He said, "my place isn't far from here, do you want to
go?"  By this time, my cock felt as if it would break through the fabric of
my jeans and it was dripping with pre-cum.  I was rubbing it against his
leg and feeling his hardness too so I didn't waste much time thinking about
my response.  In just a moment we were on our way, we had found exactly
what we came for!

     When we entered Peter's apartment, he led me to his bedroom where a
king-size bed awaited.  I had him in my arms and my tongue was in his mouth
almost immediately.  I let my hands roam over his compact, tight body as I
enjoyed sucking his tongue into my mouth.  I pulled his jacket from his
shoulders and lifted his arms above his head to pull his undershirt over
his head.  His dark brown nipples were pointed and hard.  I licked all
around them and bit them hard so I could make him moan.  I went from one to
the other and feasted on his succulent Latin flesh.  I opened his shorts
and let them fall to the ground at his feet.  His cock was already
beginning to harden inside the gray bikini briefs that he had on.  I opened
my mouth and began sucking his dick through his underwear.  His body was
hot beneath my touch and I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder as
I chewed on it through the fabric.  I was on my knees in front of him when
I finally hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs.  As I slowly
slid them down his legs, his huge cock flopped out into my face.  The head
of his cock was peeking through the folds of foreskin and I could see the
beat of his heart pulsing through the veins of his gigantic cock.  I held
it in my hands and began to lick it from the base to the tip.  I slipped my
tongue into the folds of skin and tasted the pre-cum that was already
oozing out of the piss slit.  I looked up at him while I had his big cock
down my throat and as I did, I saw his head roll back and his eyes shut and
then I felt his hands slip around my head to hold me as he began to fuck my
face.  The musky aroma of his man flesh was like an aphrodesiac to me, and
the feel of his hard cock in my mouth felt like velvet sliding down my
throat.  He tasted as sweet as wild clover honey.

     He quietly pulled me to my feet again and pushed his thick tongue back
into my mouth.  I could feel his roaming hands as they made their way to my
sweet hole.  He spread the fleshy cheeks of my ass and rubbed my hot
rosebud.  I could feel his thick finger as it invaded my asshole.  Peter
pushed me down onto the bed and knelt between my spread legs.  I could feel
his tongue as he pushed it inside of my sweet, hot, hole.  His tongue was
like a poker as it pushed it's way inside.  I felt him between my legs and
turned to ask him to put a condom on before he entered me.  I watched as he
slowly unrolled the rubber over his fat piece of meat.  I knew that I was
going to be fucked by a stud and I was ready for everything that he had to
give me.

     I felt pain as the head of his cock broke through the tightness of my
ass and then he filled me up with his uncut Latin cock.  My ass was spread
open wide but he felt so good inside of me.  He was on top of me so I could
feel his body from the tips of his toes to the ends of his fingers.  He
began to move inside of me, slowly at first, and then with greater urgency.
Once my ass opened up a little, I was able to accommodate his tool better.
He felt so wonderful moving inside of me.  He put his mouth down close to
my ear and whispered, "do you like my cock up inside your ass?"  I nodded
and begged him to fuck me harder.  I arched my back and tried to meet every
one of his thrusts.  His body was wet with perspiration and every once in a
while little drops of his sweat would fall onto my back.  His thrusts were
sweet and I begged him to fuck me with everything that his big Latin dick
could give me!  He was a handsome man and had a beautiful cock, but it was
made for one thing...FUCKING!

     Peter pulled me over onto my side but never pulled his cock out of my
ass.  He continued to pump inside of me and I begged him to keep it up.
Our bodies were grinding against each other and the room was getting very
hot.  Soon though, I could tell that he was getting ready to shoot his
load.  I begged him to shoot it in the condom.  I didn't want Peter to pull
his condom-covered cock out of my ass.  I wanted to feel his cum as it shot
into the tip of the rubber that was buried far up in the recesses of my
hole.  He was gasping for air as his cum shot out of his cock and I felt
his final, deep thrust into me as he sighed.

     I felt his hand around my cock as he began to jack me off.  I rolled
over onto my back and let him pleasure me with his hands.  I let my head
gently rest against a pillow as he used his hands to bring me to a climax.
I felt cum begin to explode and shoot out of my hard cock and I watched it
fly all over my chest.  My breath began to slow down and Peter got up and
got a towel to wipe us both off.  He cuddled with me on the bed and held me
for a few moments.  I sucked on his tongue some more and felt the heat
radiating from his tight, hard body.  His hands went through the hair on my
body and he continually sucked on my neck.  Within minutes, he was hard
again and I felt the head of his cock as it began to intrude into the
recesses of my body again.  My hole was opened up wide and swollen from the
pounding that he had just given to me but I was ready for more!

     He fucked me again, this time, there was no tenderness, just brutal
man sex.  What we both wanted and needed.  He came a second time before
giving me his phone number.  I told him that I would call him sometime and
that maybe we would be able to get together again.  I got into my car at
3:00 am and drove away, feeling satisfied, and a little sore.  I never
called him but I will remember that night forever.  The night I went to the
Heretic!  I will look for you there next time I am in Atlanta...