Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2001 20:52:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: USC Nights

USC Nights

A tale based on actual experience
By Billy Jay Dee

My last night at USC found me standing on the back
patio of the Faultline.  Leaning on the railing at the
foot of the stairs I admired some guys on the
bandstand above.  A friendly elbow jostled me.  It was
a guy I'd met at the beginning of happy hour.  He
introduced me to a friend.  We three talked over our
beers while eyeing the parade of beefcake coming out
the back door of the bar.

One in particular caught my eye - a tall friendly
looking guy with spikish blonde-brown hair.  I smiled.
 He smiled.  I decided he was worth a second look.  He
decided I was worth one.  Then the current of
man-flesh carried him away to the bar backwaters of
the patio and the flow turned into a crush of tightly
packed bodies.  I figured I'd get over there
eventually.

"So, you guys come here more often than I do - " I
began.  My acquaintance nodded towards his friend who
leaned towards his ear in particular.  "Maybe you can
tell me about some people around here."

"Who?" they asked excitedly.

"How about the giant by the bar?"  To say he was built
like a football player doesn't tell how beefy he was
on top of muscular.  Nice big firm round ass, thighs
like pilings, pecs the size of halved watermelons,
arms thick and more muscular than my legs. He was
black, with none of the stereotypic Bobby Blake
attitude.  He'd been positively friendly to me and the
other adoring men he'd spoken to so far tonight.  Only
he'd seemed a bit distant, like he was standing on a
mountain looking down at us.  I'm 6'1" and this guy
had made me feel short.

"Sorry," came the answer.

"How about the guy with the red beard on the bandstand
behind us?"

They looked up.  "Jack?"

"Isn't he with someone tonight?"

"No - "

"Who'd he come with, his brother?"

"Nah.  You want to meet him?  Jack!"

As I turned to get introduced I turned right into the
arms of a dark haired broad shouldered guy coming down
with hand extended towards me.  "I wanted to introduce
myself."

I grimaced, smiled, laid my right hand on the firm
round belly clothed in a tight navy polo shirt that
revealed black chest hair at the collar.

"Just a minute," I whispered and reached up for Jack's
hand.  Jack glanced at the person making introductions
with a perplexed expression.  The dark-haired guy
slipped by me down the steps.  His right hand had slid
along my waistline as he'd moved and it still rested
there.  I could feel his chest and belly laying up
against my back.  "Hi," I called to Jack.  I winked
and shook his hand before turning once again into the
raven-haired one's hairy arms. He was a little shorter
than me, but not much.

"Hi, I'm Ben."  (As in ben' me over the edge of the
bed twice, ben' me over the bathroom sink, ben' me
over in the shower three times.)  With flattery, the
smile of delight on his lips and the enthusiasm of his
round brown eyes convinced me to follow when he
suggested we find a quiet spot in the bar to talk.  I
smiled weakly and shrugged to my newfound friends as
Ben took me by the hand and led me to the darkened
interior of the bar. Talk is not what happens in the
dark end of the Faultline.  This is where horn-dogs
take their "dates" when it's late and everyone's
drunk.  I've seen some great jerk off session, group
gropes and blowjobs in the dim light.  Okay, I
participated a little one night, too.  Ben took me in
his arms.

"Okay, before we go any further.  I've got to go to
the bathroom."

"Me, too."

He beat me to the line and got into the double urinals
before I did.  I replaced him there and then talked
over my shoulder to him as he stood outside where the
line formed.  Someone replaced the guy at the other
urinal.  It was the talk friendly looking guy with the
spiked hair.  He'd come to find me

"Hi," I said while still carrying on an intermittent
conversation with Ben.  He had his large eight-incher
out and in full view for my approval as he smiled
back.  I was a little dumbstruck as to what to say.

"You're the guy that walked by..."  He winked and
admitted he was.  I apologized that I had to go.

"Ready to go, Ben?" I asked after we'd cleared up a
few details.  As we headed for the door still figuring
out who was going to do what to whom.  He asked me to
wait a moment so he could say "bye" to a friend.

"Hi, again." The friendly spike-hair sneaked up on me
again.

"Hi."

"Looks like you are leaving," he said, glancing toward
Ben.

"Bummer."

"I'm Keith. "

"Bill."

He took another look at the busy Ben and kissed me
passionately on mouth.

"Too bad."

"Damn!" I mumbled more to me than he, "when it rains
it pours."

On the drive to my hotel, Ben was full of instructions
on what worked best and what he liked best and what we
should do.  He asked my HIV status and continued with
the fact he preferred bareback and was confident as a
top that he hadn't gotten anything.  When we got to
the room we crashed around the entryway kissing
passionately, until he suggested we hit the bed. I
lead the way across the room, slipped out of my shorts
and tee shirt, then sat buck naked onto the bed we'd
already pulled the blankets from.  He stepped out of
his shorts. His cock popped straight out at me from a
nest of sparse black pubic hair.  It was short and
thick with a big purplish head.  The shaft was wider
than it was thick and hard to the tentative touch of
my right hand.  The skin was taunt and brown.  I
extended my tongue and lowered my watering lips for a
taste.

"Want to put this on?" Ben said offering a condom.
"Oh, you want to suck it first. That would be okay."

He was clean and virtually favorless, adding to the
impression of stone hardness. I smiled up appreciately
after a few licks and a deep throat.

"Okay roll over and hang off the edge of the bed." His
low voice had turned husky.

He lifted up by my hips and told me to get a pillow to
put under my belly.

"The head of my dick is really big and most guys can't
take it at first.  So, I'll just put it in and leave
it there a sec."

When he did, I gasped.

"It'll be okay.  Just give it a second.  What muscular
shoulders you have," he said pinning me down.  "And
strong arms, too," he added as his hairy paws slid
down to grasp my struggling hands.

The pain wasn't letting up, so I grunted and shoved my
ass further onto his cock.

"Fuck me a little bit, now," I told Ben.

He took a few tentative strokes, which did nothing to
spread the pain out.  "Fuck me harder," I told him.

He stroked deeper but just as slowly, until the eighth
one when I could honestly say it felt good.  Then he
began deep long lunges as far up my poop chute as he
could go, pulling his meat almost all the way out on
each stroke.  He was controlling my hips and kept up a
long slow fuck.

"Let's see how messy it is down here," he said as he
looked down and almost pulled his cock all the way
out.

"Not bad." And he went back to fucking.  Eventually my
butt juice, the lube and his cock's thorough scouring
of my guts did make a mess and Ben went to the
bathroom to clean up. Still belly down on the bed I
enjoyed the warm burn in my butt as I watched his
brown round furry ass head for the bathroom.

"Why don't you join me?" he invited.

We climbed up into the shower stall, thoroughly
soaping and rinsing my messy ass and his still hard
cock.

"Bend over," he said as I leaned to turn off the
shower. He was right back up my butt.

"Hey, check this out."  He slid the shower curtain
forward and there we were in the mirrored wall above
the sink opposite. The only thing you couldn't see was
our ankles. He had my right ass cheek pried back so he
could watch his thick dick plunge in and out of my
asshole in the mirror.  He couldn't maintain that
position long and suggested we go back to bed.

He kissed me at the bedside.

"You are really good," I told him.

"You're not falling in love with me, are you?" he
joked and then bent me over the mattress again and
plowed into my butt for a long fuck section before it
got messy and again and we were back to the shower for
more washing and fucking.

"Bed again?"  Only this time when we got there he
flung himself on his back. I straddled him and crawled
up his lean brown frame as though herding my dick
towards his lips, then grabbed his standing cock and
shoved it up my descending ass.

"Wow!"

"Yeah. I like doing it this way," I explained. "This
way I can fuck your hairy little belly as I'm getting
it up the ass."  With that I started grinding away.
Each stroke of my six-incher across his hairy dimpled
abdomen drove my bung hole deeper down the shaft of
his cock.

"You're teaching me something I didn't know about."  I
returned his smile and kept grinding.  I don't know if
he was worried that I would come or he would, But it
was back to the shower for more washing and fucking.

"Bed again?"

Flabbergasted at his stamina and getting sore myself,
I guffawed before shrugging in amusement and saying,
"Sure."

He was already out the bathroom door.  "I'm sorry was
there something else you wanted to do?"

"I'd like to see you cum."

"I'll have to leave then. Is that okay?" I promised
him I wouldn't feel hurt.

"Okay, bend over".

We stood in the entryway of the motel room, up against
the door.  He plunged in again admiring the show in
the closet's mirrored doors.

"It's going to get messy," he growled between heavy
breaths. "Lean over the sink." We duck walked into the
bathroom again, his cockhead twisting enticingly at my
quivering sphincter. His precum was a lubricious
addition to the pleasure I felt.

With a series of mild grunts, he finally shot his load
up my ass. His thick meat grew even thicker and the
bulging head pulsed against my prostate. His big hand
pumped quickly on my stiff, drooling rod. As I fired
my pent-up cum into the sink, he lowered his grip to
press on my orgasm-tightened balls, pulling me hard
into his belly and chest.

When he was finally gone, I collapsed on the bed,
exhausted, satiated, happy.

The End