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Here is the text of my short story published in the May issue of "First Hand" 
magazine.  I hope you enjoy it.
Jerry Roberts


Dear Pen Pal,

Your ad doesn't really say very much about you or what your interests are.  
About myself.  I am 44, weigh 200 am 6' tall and not very well built.  I have 
dark brown hair with tinges of grey, brown eyes and a moustache.  I am not in 
the least bit feminine in appearance nor manner.  My dick is 7" and average 
thickness.  I like both oral and anal sex either active or passive or 
submissive.  I don't like S/M, water sports or drugs.  In other words I like 
fucking and sucking coupled with affection as often as possible.  I especially 
like it laying back and getting fucked by a good healthy man who knows what to 
do and does it well with love and caring.

For several years I lived in Biloxi, Mississippi and although it was in the 
deep South, it was close enough to New Orleans to be very interesting.  I 
found a good number of really sexy guys there who loved to get it on.  I was a 
few years younger then when I lived there and was very horny in those days, so 
even though I had lots of good sex, my fist also got a good workout.  I am 
surprised I didn't develop callouses on my palm or dick.

Just thinking about those days makes me want to free my helmeted friend from 
the dark reaches of my pants.  There, that's better, now I can stroke my cock 
while I contemplate writing this letter to you and my days on the beach at 
Biloxi.  One guy I met on the beach was stationed at the Air Base there.  He 
was doing his best to play it straight.  I usually spent my weekends on the 
beach, sleeping on my towel and covered by another at night.  I guess he had a 
three day pass, anyway around dusk on Friday, he comes sauntering over to 
where I was camped and asked if he could join me at my driftwood fire.  I told 
him OK and offered him a smoke and some of my coffee.  He told me he was from 
Connecticut and was at the radar school at the air base.  He looked about 
twenty-two, had a very broad chest and well developed arms and legs, thin 
waist.  A light coat of downy fine hair covered his chest and legs.  By the 
bulge in his Ocean City swim suit, I knew he was well hung.

Although, he had dark brown hair, he had bright blue eyes.  So blue, that even 
though it was approaching dusk his eyes seemed to have a light of their own.  
The kind of eyes that dreams are made of.  Anyway we spent a couple of hours 
just shooting the breeze.  I said to him, he was welcome to join me on the 
beach for the weekend, telling him that I'm sure he would find some 'action' 
in the morning, when the college chicks from New Orleans came to town.  I 
didn't let on that what I really was hoping for was that, he wasn't interested 
in the chicks and that maybe there was a chance for us to spend the weekend 
together, together !!.  He stretched his beach towel alongside mine and asked 
if we could share my large blanket towel.  What an offer !!  Of course, I 
replied.  I lay back on my bundle that doubled as a pillow and fell asleep 
dreaming of the hunk laying next to me.

About 1 or 2 in the morning, my eyes popped open.  I didn't move nor make a 
sound , I lay perfectly still, listening to the waves on the shore and the 
slow regular breathing of the warm beauty next to me.  I wanted so badly to 
reach out and caress him.  To run my fingers over his expansive chest, to 
allow my lips to wander across his and down to his hard nipples.  To let my 
tongue explore, the moist place below his cock to feel his cock penetrating my 
throat and filling my mouth with warm sweet cum.  I was as hard as a rock and 
twice as horny.  But this was during the sixties and unless you were careful, 
you could end up with a mouthful of fist instead of cock and I wasn't in the 
mood to take chances, despite the fact that his mere presence was driving me 
up a wall.

I was contemplating, reaching down into my suit and giving my cock a five 
finger workout, when he turned on his side facing me and in his sleep, threw 
his hand across my chest.  Now what ?  But then I realized, his hand didn't 
really fall across my chest.  It came down too lightly, almost as if it were 
placed there.  I decided to play it cool and see what would happen next.  It 
didn't take long before his hand began to move.  Very slowly at first, but 
with certainty it was approaching my belly and soon his fifth finger was 
slipping under the waist of my bathing suit.  My cock was pulsating with 
anticipation.  The tip of it was just below my waistband and when his finger 
finally touched it a thousand shocks went tingling through my body, I was 
doing everything I could to hold myself together.  I turned my head and faced 
him, his eyes were wide open and there was a small smile on his lips, seeing 
me face him and accept his attempt just was what he needed to end the 
pretense.

Now with bold aggression his hand quickly grasped the shaft of my cock, with 
his other hand he lost no time in stripping me of my swim suit.  In a flash, 
kneeling over me, he plunged my cock into his mouth, and with deep suction 
pulled me into the far reaches of his throat.  Then releasing the suction, he 
let my cock, slide almost out to the tip and then reapplying the suction, 
pulled me back in again.  He kept this up for a good time while he maneuvered 
himself around, so that he was now kneeling at my feet.  He grabbed me, below 
my knees and lifted my legs up, so that now my ass was almost suspended in mid 
air.  My cock imbedded deep in his throat.  He then repositioned himself, so 
that when he let up on the suction again this time, my ass came to rest on his 
thighs only inches away from his cock.

It didn't take much imagination to figure out what was going to happen next.  
With my ass propped up on his thighs, he no longer needed to hold me up and 
now his hands were free to explore.  He had one hand on my right nipple the 
other was strategically placed below my balls and his fingers reaching to push 
against my sphincters.  He took some of the saliva that was running down the 
base of ny cock and wet his fingers.  While one hand rolled and kneaded my 
nipple the other fingers were exploring my insides.  He was very gentle and 
considerate as he first pushed in one finger and then another until he had 
three fingers in me.

I had by this time become an instrument of sex.  A sex machine entranced with 
the rapture of the moment.  I reached out for him, wanting to hold on to this 
beautiful man that was giving me so much pleasure.  I wanted to touch him and 
give to him the exquisite experience he was giving to me.  I reached for his 
cock.  Sometime during his ministrations he managed to shed his suit.  Even if 
I couldn't see him, I wanted to feel him.  And then my hand locked on to his 
cock.  I knew at that moment, I was in for the fucking of my life.  His cock 
felt as if it were two feet long and almost as thick as a coke bottle.  My 
ecstasy, turned to panic as I thought of that monster ripping my ass to shreds 
and splitting me wide open.  But the heat of passion is the wrong time to try 
to defend yourself against a stranger.  He seemed to sense my apprehension, 
and taking his mouth off of my cock he said.  "Don't be afraid, I will not 
force it.  I will only give you as much as you can take."

Well I don't have to tell you, I have heard that song before.  And having been 
gang raped a few times, I didn't look forward to the idea, but on the other 
hand , he had been very gentle so far, and I must admit I loved what he was 
doing to me.  "OK", I said, "But , I warn you, if you hurt me, there are ways 
of getting even.".  What else could I say.  Its not easy to defend yourself 
when someone has two feet of cock planted in your ass.  I'm sure he ignored 
the tone of what I said.  He just smiled and said not to worry.

I did my best to relax as he continued working his hands and mouth on my body, 
soon I felt my sphincter muscles relaxing, giving into his manipulation.  I 
was wet from my own juices and his saliva, there certainly wouldn't be a need 
for any additional lubrication.  He removed his fingers and hiked me up into 
the air again as he moved in closer to me.  This time as he let me down, his 
cock came into contact.  Slowly he lowered me down and with surprising ease, 
the tip of his cock slid right into me.  Maintaining contact with me, he 
lifted my legs and rested my ankles on his shoulders.  He leaned forward and 
slowly his cock was sliding deeper into me.  There really was no pain just 
this sensation of shitting in reverse.  Deeper and deeper I felt him 
penetrate.  I felt fuller and fuller.  Then he stopped.  I reached forward and 
placed my hands on the sides of his face and pulled his head down to me.  My 
lips reached for his and in ecstasy and passion I kissed him.  He had been 
sweet and gentle and kind and I was loving every moment of it.  He took my 
kiss as permission to continue, which it was and proceeded to begin that 
glorious up and down that IS fucking.  Slowly at first, then more rapidly as 
time passed.  With each stroke he seemed to penetrate me deeper and deeper.  
With each stroke I went higher and higher into delirium of pleasure.

Inside of me little flowers of electric pleasure were exploding into blossom. 
 Waves of muscles seem to tense and relax at the same time traveling up and 
down my back and in one magnificent moment, I reached forward and grabbed the 
cheeks of my partners ass and pulled him down into me as hard as I could.  In 
that moment we both came, he was filling my bowels with what felt like gallons 
of warm and beautiful cum as my own cock jerked with spasm after spasm 
unloading its white and creamy load over my chest and forming a layer of 
lubrication between our bodies.  He collapsed upon me, his cock still embedded 
in me.  We must have lay like that for nearly ten minutes.  Soon his now soft 
cock began to rise again.  And there was more.

Well my new found pen-pal, I hope you enjoyed my little story, I'll tell you 
more in my next letter.  After, I get to know you better, I'm sure there will 
be more to say other than story telling and J/O fantasies.  I look forward to 
your reply.

                                      Sincerely,
                                      Jerry Roberts