Tunnel Fuck

                         By Don LeClair
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Today I heard about another congressmen in trouble.  Something
about a prostitute, only this one was a boy.  Jeeze, you'd think
a guy in that kind of position, with that much power, would be a
little smarter than that.   Then again, I guess I can dig it.
How many times has my head been ruled by my dick?

We've all done things that we wouldn't want mama to know about.
Not proud of them, but we do them anyway, risking discovery,
humiliation, and jail.  I remember one night at Buddys (the old
Buddys).  I was just a bit blasted (like being a little
pregnant), when I met this very hot guy named Richie.

Richie was great-looking.  We danced a while, then he dragged me
off to the men's room.  Standing in a stall, he whipped out his
piece.  Big didn't describe him, he was enormous.  His cock was a
full nine inches long, thick, and juicy with a broad, flared
head.

I couldn't resist.  Crouching down in the stall, I kissed his
piss-slit before engulfing his rubbery cockhead in my mouth.
God, did he taste good.  I worked on him, almost bringing him off
several times, until security came in and ordered us out of the
stall.

We didn't get in trouble, of course.  It was a gay bar and they
were constantly chasing would-be lovers out of the john.

Back on the dance floor, Richie said, "I like your style; got
somewhere we can go?"  "No, not tonight.  My brother's crashing
at my place after he does the straight bars."

"Well, I know a few safe spots," he said.  "Yeah, me too," I
chimed in.  "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine."

When the bartender yelled, "Last call."  I bought Richie and me
another drink--like I needed it.  We sucked it down real fast,
anxious to get it on.

"Good night, gentlemen," the security guard who chased us out of
the men's room said as we were leaving.  Richie climbed the steep
flight of stairs up to the street.  I wanted to bury my face in
his ass as I watched it sway with each step.  Outside on Boylston
Street, he said, "Follow me."

He lead me up a short flight of stairs that led to a record shop
which was on the second floor, above the a copy shop.  The hugh
sign for the store below us, hid us completely from the milling
crowd on the street.  Richie hugged me, his lips pressing mine,
and right there, hidden in the midst of all those people, we
kissed.  Richie slid his hand down the back of my jeans, and
fingered my asshole, making it twitch with anticipation.  I
groped Richie's hugh cock, feeling it pulsate under my touch.  "I
want that," I whispered into his open mouth as we kissed again.

"Come on," he said, leading me back down the stairs.  "Now you
show me one of your places."  I guided him across Boylston
Street, passed Lord and Taylor's, and into an entrance leading to
the complex's parking garage.  It was like entering a cave, inky
black with night.  I pulled him back to the far wall.  To the
left of us was a flight of stairs which led to the lower level,
but since this entrance was only open when the complex was open,
it too was unlit.

"Yeah," he uttered, catching me again in his arms and kissing me.
"This is a good spot.  A dark place to get down and dirty with
you."  He pushed his hand back into my jeans, and twisted my
willing asshole around the tip of a finger.  I groaned.

I opened Richie's jeans, letting his hugh cock flop out his fly.
I couldn't believe how big, how thick it was.  I stroked him,
then stooped down.  In the darkness, I couldn't see his prick,
but it burned big, and hot in my hand.  I swooped down on it,
sucking the plum-sized head into my mouth, and licked it with the
flat of my tongue.  I felt Richie's legs tremble as I tongued his
open piss hole clean, and sucked down half of his shaft.  He
stiffened his legs, and arched his crotch out at me, letting me
take control of his cock.  I amazed myself, when through
continued relaxing of my throat, I suddenly found my nose pressed
into his nut bush.

"Jesus," he groaned.  "Oh, baby, you're good.  No body ever got
it all down like that before."  I pulled back, and jammed him
even deeper into my throat, letting it flex around him.  I sucked
him to the point of shooting twice, but each time, pulled back,
letting his hot load settle back into his churning balls.

Richie sucked me, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best.  It
wasn't my cock he wanted, we both knew that, it was my ass.  He
wanted to grab me by the hips, push my pants down around my
ankles, and plow my butt with his tool.  He wanted me to me beg
for it, whimpering for more, as I surrendered to him
unconditionally.

"Come on," he said, suddenly, hitching up his jeans.  I did, and
pulled me back onto the deserted street.  We walked up to the end
of the street, to the back bay station entrance.  (This was pre-
Orange line.  The only traffic was an occasional New York to
Boston train on its way to South Station, and at three thirty in
the morning, there wouldn't any of them.)

At the foot of the steps, Richie embraced me, his lips pressing
mine.  Then, we walked part way through the short tunnel that
lead to the platform.  Richie pushed me against the cold, stone
wall, and rubbing his crotch against my ass, whispered.  "I want
that fuck hole.  I want to push my big dick in it, and feel you
wrapped around it.  You want me to fuck you, baby; want me to
plow your ass with my big dick?"  As Richie reached around me,
undoing my jeans, I sighed.  "Yeah, daddy, I want that big cock
inside me.  I want to feel you in my gut, your hot cock
stretching me, hurting me.  Fuck me, please fuck me!"

Before Richie shoved my jeans down, I grabbed the poppers out of
my pocket, uncapped them, and jammed them under my nose.  I took
a heavy hit, and handed them to him.  I heard Richie take double
barrel blasts, before he passed them back.  He worked my jeans
down to my ankles, leaving me naked from my waist to my ankles.
He squatted behind me, and rubbed his stubbly cheek against my
ass.  I felt him spread my cheeks, and run his nose up the dark
crack of my ass.  "Oh baby," he muttered just before he locked
his lips on the ring of muscle, kissing it tenderly as he had my
lips.

Riding a popper high, I felt my asshole dilate around his probing
tongue.  Richie had managed to jammed it deep inside me, my fuck
tunnel awash in his spit.  Another blast of poppers, and I held
my cheeks apart for him, loving the feel of his velvety tongue
rasping my rear.

Richie stood, I heard him spit into his hand.  As he rubbed the
saliva over the head of his cock, he pressed me down so my ass
would be arced back to him.  "Yeah," he mumbled as he lined up
his cockhead with my asshole.  "Yeah," he moaned as he sank it,
slowly feeding me the round, rubbery head.  "Yeah," he cooed when
the head was in, and the shaft was stabbing into my gut.  "Oh
yeah," he groaned as his wiry pubes ground the soft flesh of my
butt.  "You've got it all, baby.  All of it!"

I pressed my palms flat against the stone wall, and bucked my ass
back.  Richie jammed the poppers under my nose, and held them
there, forcing me to take two or three hits in each nostril.  As
I blasted off on the vapor, he said, a touch of menace in his
voice.  "I'm going to rape that sweet, candy ass.  Fuck it until
you scream.  It ain't your ass any more, kiddo.  It's mine."

"Yeah," I agreed.  "Fuck me with your big, horse dick.  Hurt me
with it, man.  Fuck me!"

Richie pulled his hips back until just his cockhead stuffed my
hungry hole.  Then, with a vicious thrust of his hips, he sank it
home, hitting bottom hard and fast.  My ass made wet, gushing
sounds as his cock sawed in and out of me.  "Like it, bitch," he
hissed at me.  "Oh yeah, I fuckin' love it, Richie.  Fuck me,
man.  Use me.  Fuck me!"

Richie impaled me completely, using his hands to jam my hips
back.  He held me there, my ass pressed into his crotch, and
began to gyrate his hips.  "Oh Jesus," I groaned as he stirred my
honey pot with his throbbing cock.  "Richie," I gasped.  "Too
much, you're fuckin' too much, man.  I'm gonna cum you keep that
up, gonna cum...."

"Yeah, do it babe," he whispered in my ear, his tongue playing
along the ridge of it.  "Shoot your load.  I want to feel you
shoot from inside.  Do it, man.  Shoot."

I didn't need further encouragement.  I reached down, and just
held my dick, squeezing it.  "Oh God," I groaned.  My hog
expanded suddenly, gave one final lurch, and shot.  Spurt after
spurt of hot, white spunk splattered against the granite wall of
the tunnel.  It seemed like I came forever.

The twitching, clamping, clutching of my asshole on Richie's cock
as I came thrilled him.  He plunged deep inside my quivering gut,
and froze.  "Oh sweet Jesus," he groaned. "Gonna cum, gonna
cum...."

I felt his hugh dick swell as his cum load surged up his dick
shaft.  "What a fuckin' ass," he gasped as his cum blasted into
me, followed by quick cock throbs, and more cum.  He flooded my
gut with his seed, and I took it all, holding it in like liquid
gold.  As his cock spasms faded, Richie slowly pulled out of me.
His cockhead `popping' as it pulled from the hole that had so
wantonly serviced it.

There was a shuffling of feet somewhere off in the darkness.
Some body else was there.  He moved closer.

Richie held me still, pressed against the wall with one hand,
while he lit a cigarette with the other.  I glanced back as he
strick his lighter, to find the face of a handsome stranger just
outside the circle of light.  I quickly glanced down to see his
hand working the solid cock jutting out from his fly.  Then the
light was gone.

I knew Richie wanted to show my ass to the stranger.  The ass he
had just fucked.  The ass still pushed back, still open, still
ready.  He wanted me to see the man's cock.  Richie held the
poppers under my nose.  I heard the stranger moving closer.  As I
blasted off on the popper high, I felt the stranger's cock press
into the open eye of my asshole.  "Fuck him, man," Richie said.
"He's a great lay, fuck him."

I groaned, as the stranger ground his hairy crotch against the
tender flesh of my ass, and I heard Richie slowly climbing the
stairs.