Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2001 18:03:41 -0800 (PST)
From: shabuchwae <shabuchwae@yahoo.com>
Subject: State Street Angel

"Hey, baby!" John said as he kissed Phillip hello.
"The food smells great!"

"Thanks!  How was your day, hon?" Phillip asked.

"Hell!  I had two tests -- one in Psych and one in Calc
-- and I have to leave again at 8 to meet Andy to study
for our Sociology test on Friday."

"But, John, tonight was supposed to be for us!  I made
your favorite dinner -- leg of lamb, au gratin potatoes
and french-cut green beans.  I even made blueberry
cobbler for dessert, just because you love it.  And
then I thought we might finally get to talk and be
together...you know?"

"I know, babe.  But we just found out about the test
today and I haven't been doing so well in Sociology.
I told Andy that I had plans tonight but this is the
only time he can study before Friday.  I'm really
sorry, Phil.  I mean, we can still have dinner
together, but I have to get going after that.  You
know how important this degree is to me."  John cupped
Phil's face in his hand  "I'll make it up to you.  I
promise."

As John leaned in to gently kiss his lover, Phil
slapped John's hand away from his face.  "I don't want
to hear it anymore!  I hope you like the food.  It's
on the stove," Phil said as he grabbed his black
leather jacket and ran out to his car.  "Philip!
Honey!" John yelled after the red Corvette as it peeled
out of the drive way.  But Philip was gone.

John went to the stove and looked at the meal Philip
had prepared: leg of lamb browned to perfection and
dripping with juices, au gratin potatoes with a light
brown coating on top -- Philip knew that Andy wouldn't
eat them if they were too brown -- buttered french-cut
green beans seasoned with dill...and blueberry cobbler.
John started tearing when he realized how much work
and love Philip had put into the evening.  But he knew
there was no use trying to find Philip and he felt too
guilty to eat the food.  So he got his books together
and left to meet Andy.

Meanwhile, Phil drove around for a few hours trying to
make his mind stop racing.  He'd suspected that John
had been cheating on him for the past six months.
Tonight had been the final break.  Philip thought the
dinner would bring them back together and make John
his again.  But Philip didn't care anymore.  He wanted
to forget about John and Andy and find someone to make
John jealous with.

When his head finally cleared, Phil decided to cruise
State Street and find a prostitute for the night.  He
could see John's expression after walking in on Phil
and another man.  "That's right, John!  I can do it,
too!" is what Philip planned to say in his attempt to
hurt John.

Philip didn't have to try hard to find what he was
looking for.  State Street was overflowing with male
prostitutes lurking in the shadows, hiding from the
Police that often flew down State Street during the
evening hours and picked up any person they could
catch.  But there was one who wasn't hiding in the
shadows.

When Philip met his eyes, it was as if his Corvette
stopped all by itself.  Philip couldn't stop looking
at him and couldn't drive away as the man slowly
approached the car, working his black leather jacket,
wife-beater, torn blue jeans and black boots for all
they were worth.

"You wanna fuck?!  Call me Michael.  You wanna talk?!
The pay phones on the corner.  What's it gonna be,
catcher?!"  Philip nearly tore his own blue jeans with
how fast his raging erection sprang to action.

"Fuck," Philip feebly said.

"Good," said Michael, appearing in the seat next to
Philip in the next moment.  Philip didn't even see him
walk around the car or hear the passenger door open
and shut.  But Michael was too intoxicating for Philip
to care.

"How much will this be?" Philip asked.  "I was hoping
we'd..."

"I already know what you want, Phil.  And you're going
to get every bit of it," said Michael, running his
finger over the lobe of Philip's ear.

"But how..."

"Drive."

So Philip drove back to his house as quickly as he
could.

"Go to the bedroom NOW!" Michael ordered as soon as
Philip shut the front door.

"Yes, sir!" Philip barked back, looking at his
untouched food as he passed the kitchen and turning
his tears to angry lust.

"Why aren't you taking your clothes off, boy?!  Don't
make me take them off for you!"

"Sir!"  Philip was about to cream all over the place
before Michael even touched him.

Philip remembered back to when John had that same
effect on him.  John would get Philip so hard before
Philip was even naked that Philip's dick would pop up
and hit his stomach the second it was released, just
like Philip's cock was doing now for Michael.

"On the bed and on your back NOW, boy!"  Philip
complied quickly.

He could feel the pre-cum dribbling from his throbbing
cock and down the inside of his thigh.  Philip sprang
on his back and excitedly awaited Michael's next
command.  But there wasn't one.  Michael came to the
foot of the bed and climbed onto it, on his hands and
knees, heading for Philip.  Philip started breathing
heavily and produced a steady flow of pre-cum as
Michael started to envelop Philip's body with his own,
coming closer and closer to Philip's face.

When Michael's crotch reached Philip's chest, Michael
stopped, straddling Philip's chest and reached under
the pillows.  "Trying to hide these from me, weren't
you boy?!" Michael accusedly asked Phillip, pulling
two sets of handcuffs from underneath of the pillow.

Michael grabbed Philip's right wrist and twisted it,
causing Philip to jerk underneath of Michael's crotch.
Michael then slapped one handcuff on Philip's wrist,
slapping the other onto the head board.  After doing
the same thing with Philip's left wrist, Michael slid
his body down Philip's until their crotches, nipples
and mouths were perfectly aligned.

"You've been a good boy, Phil.  And now you're going
to get exactly what you want!"

Philip's eyes were so wide he swore that Michael must
have been able to see straight through his thoughts.
Philip was so hot that he was just about to explode
his man juice all over his and Michael's thighs.  But,
just when Philip was on the edge of exploding, Michael
began to fade in his eyes.  Philip blinked, assuming
that his eyes had begun to roll back into his head and
blur his vision as they often did when he was reaching
orgasm.  But it was true!  Michael was slowly fading
into thin air!

"Michael?  Michael?!"  Philip didn't know what to do,
especially when, in all the excitement, he shot his
load and watched it fly in the air and land on his
thighs, warm and thick.  And then he heard the front
door shut and heard his name.

"Philip?!  Phil, honey, are you here?!"  It was John!


Philip looked at the clock on the night stand and saw
that it was only 9:30.  John wasn't due home from
"studying" with Andy until at least 11.

"Yeah.  I'm in the bedroom," Philip replied, so sad at
the sound of John's voice that he forget he was tied
up and, now, spunked on.

Philip stopped liking the idea of hurting John and was
afraid of what would happen when John came in the
door.  Philip was angry but he never truly wanted to
hurt John.  He loved him too much and didn't know what
he would do if John wasn't a part of his life.

The bedroom door flew open with a gust of energy that
Philip hadn't seen in John for 6 months or more.

"Honey," John said, before stopping and noticing the
state that Philip was in.  "Looks like you started
without me," John said, chuckling and heading towards
the bed to lay down next to Philip.

"I'm sorry, baby," Philip started to say, tearing up
again.  "It's just..."

"Shhh.  Hush.  I don't care.  I came home early from
studying to tell you how sorry I am about how I have
been acting lately.  I love you more than I've been
letting you know and there's no excuse for it.  I know
my degree is important to me but so are you and I
haven't been giving you the love and attention that I
should have."

John cupped Philip's face in his hands again and
kissed him as tenderly as Philip could ever remember
being kissed by anyone.

"I wouldn't blame you if you hated me.  I've been just
horrible.  But I'm here now and I am going to do
everything I can to make sure that we never grow apart
ever again."  John laid his head on Philip's chest as
Philip smiled, tears silently flowing down his cheek.
"I love you, too, baby!  Thank you for letting me know
that you still care.  I love you!"

They laid on each other for a little while until
Philip remembered that he was still naked, covered in
spunk and tied to the bed.

"Uhm...John?  Maybe you can get these cuffs off of me
and we can have some wine and talk."

John took his head off of Philip's chest and looked
into Philip's with a mischievous glare that Philip
hadn't seen in John since before he started back on
his degree.  "We can talk later.  But there's no
reason to let a perfectly good set of handcuffs go to
waste..."

With that said, John left the room and left Philip
wondering what in the world John had in mind.
Whatever it was, Philip's cock was as stiff as a
flagpole and close to drooling again.  He heard John
moving things around in drawers but couldn't think of
what he could be getting -- all of their sex toys and
equipment were in the bedroom.

And then John came back into the bedroom wearing
nothing but a leather jock strap, chest harness and
carrying an enema bag, filled with a red liquid.

"What's in the bag?" Philip asked John, still not sure
of what John had in mind.

"You said you wanted wine, right?  And red is your
favorite.  You put two and two together," John told
Philip with an evil grin.

Philip's asshole puckered and quivered at the thought
of the wine enema.  He'd always wanted to try a wine
enema, since the liquid absorbs into the body and
intoxicates you immediately.  Philip's cock drizzled
more cum just thinking about the rest of the night
that was ahead.

John came to the foot of the bed, bent down and
started to suck on Philip's toes.  Philip started
moaning and twisting in his cuffs.

"If you keep moving your feet, boy, I'm going to have
to tie them down, too!"

Philip laid still but kept moaning as John worked his
way up his feet and calves until he reached his
thighs.

"You shouldn't have started without me, boy!  Now I
have to clean up after you!"  John started to lick
Phillips thighs, following the trail of the cum that
was still on Philip's thighs.  Driving Philip wild,
john spread his legs and licked the cum off of
Philip's inner thighs, making Philip struggle to keep
from writhing around in ecstasy.

As John raised Philip's legs into the air, John's
tongue moved from Philip's inner thigh to his still
quivering asshole.  He licked all around Philip's
asshole though not touching it for 5 minutes or more.
It took every ounce of power he had not to wrap his
firm thighs around John's head when John finally
started to lick his asshole and work his tongue inside
for a nice tongue fucking.

"Oh my God I love you, John!"  Philip whispered.

"I know," said John, grinning and tongue fucking
Philip as furiously as he could.

Wanting to surprise Philip, John positioned the tip of
the enema bag right underneath of Philip's asshole and
put it in right as he removed his tongue from the
deepest thrust he could give Philip's man golve.
Philip didn't even know what was going on until he
felt a cold rush from his ass throughout the rest of
his body.

"Whoa!" Philip whimpered as he began to shiver.

"Well, boy," said John, looking at Philip from between
his raised legs, "you like your red wine chilled.  So,
again, you got what you wanted!"

Philip thought he would cream all over John's face
from the cold, but his cock actually went soft.  When
John had emptied all of the wine into Philip's now
frigid hole, he noticed Philip's soft cock.

"Don't worry, boy!  I'll take care of that.  But don't
you let one drop out or you're going to be sorry!"

Though the chilled wine was almost unbearable, Philip
soon forgot about it when he felt the warmth of John's
tongue running all over his cock.  Soon, Philip was
getting hard again and was inside of John's mouth,
moving in and out of his hot throat.  Just to make
Philip work harder, John started to play with Philip's
asshole with the tip of his finger.  He never put the
finger inside but it was all that Philip could do to
keep from gushing the wine out.

But Philip didn't have to worry about that for long
since the wine had almost fully absorbed into Philip,
whom had already begun to feel tipsy.

"Yeah!  Suck it, John!  That's so hot!  I love you,
John!" Philip started to scream out, not realizing yet
that he was intoxicated.  But John knew and started to
use it to his advantage.

"What did you call me?!" John said, dropping Philip's
cock from his mouth and giving him a slight smack on
his left butt cheek.  "You will call me SIR!"

"Yes, s..." Philip tried to say as John put his hand
over Philip's mouth and gently pushed his head back on
the pillow.

He worked up Philip's body slowly, tracing his tongue
around Philip's stomach and chest, teasing Philip's
taut nipples with the tip of his tongue and then
leaving them without sucking on them.

"Suck my nipples, sir!  Please suck my nipples!  I
want it, sir!  I want it!"  but John kept working up
Philip, sucking on the nape of his neck.  Philip
curved his back off of the bed and let out the wildest
moans.  Philip was always a loud one in bed, but when
he was drunk, the walls vibrated through his moans!

John kept sucking on the nape of Philip's neck until
he saw light marks.  Then John started to make marks
all over Philip's neck and chest, making a path from
each side of Philip's neck to Philip's nipples,
finally sucking them as long and hard as Philip could
have ever wished.

"Oh God!  YES!"

Philip's head oozed pre-cum in a steady stream now and
he couldn't keep from arching his back off of the bed
and bending into John's overworked mouth.  Philip's
legs stayed in the air the entire time and were now
wrapped around John's waist in a bear hug that John
couldn't have escaped from if he had wanted to.

With Philip's thighs around his waist, John knew what
Philip was hungry for, drunk or not.  John stopped
sucking on Philip's nipples and followed the trail he
had made and stopped Philip's wincing by kissing him
as deeply and passionately as he could muster.  With
his tongue in Philip's mouth, John reached down,
unzipped his leather jock strap pouch, put his
throbbing cock head in the perfect position and leaned
forward, entering Philip's aching hole.

"Oh, yes sir!  Fuck my hole, sir!  Yes!"

Philip tightened his thighs around John's waist and
tried to pull him further into his hole while trying
to pull John's face closer to his with his arms around
John's neck.  John gave in and kissed Philip deeper
but was going to fuck Philip on his own terms.

John pushed against Philip's thighs with his ripped
back and said, "Now, boy, you know that I fuck you
when I want to and how I want to.  So stop pushing or
you can lay here by yourself and not get fucked at
all!"

"I'm sorry, sir.  But please fuck me, sir!  I want it!
I need it!  Please, sir!"

"Quiet NOW, boy!"

Philip loosened his grip on John's waist and gave into
John's will.  After teaching Philip a lesson by
teasing Philip's aching hole with his cock head, John
pushed into Philip's hole just far enough so that his
cock head was in and nothing more.

"Oh yes, sir!  Put it in all the way, sir!  PLEASE!"

John knew that Philip was drunk and knew that he was
ready to bang Philip's ass just as much as Philip
wanted to him to.  So he decided to give Philip a nice
surprise.

John planted his feet in the bed and rammed all 8
inches of his cock into Philip's ass.  The wine had
made Philip more loose then usual but not so loose
that he didn't let out a loud moan at the 8 inch
surprise he had just received.

Then John slowly pulled out until his head was the
only thing inside of Philip before ramming his cock
all the way in again.  Philip's thighs had
automatically tightened around John's waist again and
he was riding John for every thrust he was giving,
yelling in ecstasy all the way.

"Fuck me hard, sir!  I've been a very bad boy!  Give
it to me, sir!"

Before long John was fucking Philip so hard that the
head board made marks against the wall when it hit.
And Philip was sliding into each of John's thrusts
just as hard, making the room fill with sounds that
were more like a spanking then a fucking.

"You like that, baby?!"

"Oh yeah!  I love you, John!"

"I love you, too, baby!"

John and Philip fucked each other for over an hour
before John pushed his cock in as deep as he could and
filled Philip's ass with 6 gusts of hot cum.  And
Philip matched John gust for gust as he splashed both
of their chests with his own cum.

John took both sets of handcuffs off of Philip before
collapsing on top of him, his cock growing soft inside
John.  They lightly kissed each other until John fell
asleep on top of Philip.

"Thank you, Michael!" Philip whispered before drifting
off to sleep, his lover safely in his bed and his
worries gone.


	cmm