Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 10:40:01 -0600
From: lasurier@hotmail.com
Subject: Shadow of Night

Evening Engulfed the city, softening its hard edges, and hiding the dirt and
wear.  In the glow of the street lamps the aging buildings hugged the
sidewalks, and industry gave way to pleasure.  The traffic thinned and then
changed.  Vehicles that had moved with practiced determination during rush
hour, slowed to cars that seemed to peruse the streets as they went.  The
stream of frantic pedestrians thinned to a leasurly trickle of night hawks
headed to their evening rondevouis, and those that called the streets their
home.

On the corner the young gathered to exchange their dream, and plan the
evening.  Ladies plying their trade wandered the boulevard watching the
slowing traffic.  Along the back streets shadows came to life.  Young men
waited in doorways as the cars slowed and picked among the evenings talent.

Red knew the game, and waited his turn.  The space he'd picked was close to
the corner.  The light of the streetlamp poured into the doorway sharpening
his features.  It was cold, but he stood with his jacket open so the passing
drivers could see the well developed chest beneath his tight fitting shirt.
A black sports sedan pulled up to the corner and stopped.  Slowly it turned
into the street.  Red leaned into the light trying to get a glimpse of the
driver, but the dark tinted windows blocked the view.  The car rolled by and
turned toward the railroad tracks at the end of the block.  Red bolted from
his doorway and down the street, slowing to a stroll as he reached the
corner.  He looked up the block in time to see the sedan making the corner
and heading his way.  Crossing the street he walked toward the station.  The
car rolled past him and slowly pulled to the curb.  As Red walked up the
passenger window slid open.

	"Hi," Red said leaning down to see the driver.
	"Hello," replied the driver," what are you up to?"
	"You're not a cop are you?"
	"No, I'm no policeman," laughed the driver, "why don't you get in?"

As the car pulled away from the curb Red got himself settled and looked the
driver over.  He couldn't be thirty.  He had dark hair and eyes that stood
in bold contrast to his pale skin.  His clothes were stylish and looked
expensive.

	"Where are we goin," Red asked as the man turned towards the highway, "the
park's over there."
	"I thought we'd go back to my place," the man smiled.
	"That's extra!"
	"I'm Darion," the man said handing him a crisp hundred.
	 "Red," he said pocketing the bill and making note to give this guy his
number.
     	"What do you like Red?"  Darion Asked.
          "What ever you want," Red said absently, "Where do you live?"
Darion smiled and was about to answer as his cell phone buzzed to life.
	"This is great," Red thought, "a hundred and this guy is hot looking.
Better than the old fossils I usually get stuck with."

They were off the highway and rolling down the street when Darion got off
the phone.  Within a mile he turned toward the beach.

	"I know a real hot dude that works there," Red said pointing out a deli on
the corner.
	"Is that right?"
	"Yeah, he's a real hot number."

Darion pulled the car into a driveway of a large old Victorian that faced
the beach.  Parking the car he led Red inside.  They were met at the door by
a short blonde man with sparkling blue eyes.


	"Charles this is Red."
	"Good evening, may I take your coat?"  Charles said helping Red out of his
coat.

>From the exterior the house looked old and slightly run down.  The interior
was so dazzling Red couldn't help but stare.

	"Can I get you anything?"  Darion asked as they entered the study.
	"Excuse me?"  Red said honestly missing the question.
	"Would you like something to drink, or perhaps you're hungry?"  Darion said
opening a cabinet.
	"You got any wine?"
	"I think there may be a bottle or two," Darion smiled.
	"Charles open a bottle of the Nouveau Boujelia and see if there isn't
something to go with it for our guest," Darion instructed.

Red didn't like the way he said our guest, and be began to wonder.

	"Look, maybe we should talk about this," Red said sitting on the couch.
	"What seems to be the problem?"  Darion said sipping his drink.
	"Well, I may have to get more if I'm doin' you both," Red explained.
	"Let's not worry about the money," Darion began, "we're here to enjoy
ourselves.  Besides, Charles is my valet, not my companion, unless you'd
like him to join in?"

Charles returned with the wine and a tray of fruit, cheese and cold roast
meats.

	"Is there anything else?"  He asked.
	"Red?"  Darion queried raising an eyebrow.
	"No," Red said quickly," no thanks."
	"Then I'll say good night," Charles replied closing the door as he
departed.

Red was a little nervous.  He usually took his tricks to the park and did it
in the car.  He'd gone home with a few repeat customers, but never a first
date.

	"Relax," Darion said appearing behind him and massaging his shoulders.

Red felt the tension leave him as strong fingers wored into the corded
muscles of his back.  Darion led him to the chaise lounge that sat in the
bay window overlooking the water and poured them both a glass or wine.

	"To new friends," Darion said raising his glass.

Red drained his glass and Darion took it from him.  They sat together on the
chaise as Darion ran his hands over Red.

	"Horny huh?"   Red said sliding a hand along Darion's thigh
	"Hungry," Darion whispered licking Red's ear and neck.

Slowly he pulled Red's shirt over his head.  He spent a long while exploring
Red's torso with tongue and lips.  His touch made Red's skin tingle, and the
young man reveled in the feeling.  Sex was quick and brutal with Red's usual
customers, and he liked it that way.  This was different.  Red slid his hand
into Darion's crotch and gropped the throbbing buldge he found there.

	"What's your hurry?"  Darion asked, "we have all night."
	"I live with my mom.  I've got to be home eventually," Red explained.
	"I'll make sure you get back," Darion assured him.  "Some more wine?"
	"Sure."

They quaffed another glass before Darion returned to his study of Red's
body.  Before long they were both naked on the chaise.  Red's head was
swimming.  He thought it might be the wine, but as the evening progressed he
learned it was this man.  He was beautiful, strong, and skillful enough to
set Red's flesh on fire.

Darion explored every inch of Red's smooth hard frame.  He sucked Red's
toes, licked his thighs, chewed his erect nipples, and slurped his stout
seven inches, all as if Red had directed his every movement.  Yet through it
all he made no sound save for his whimpers and groans.  Red's cock throbbed
in time with his pounding heart.  The entire experience was becoming a blur
of endless pleasure.


They supped from the tray, taking turns feeding each other like reclining
kings. Darion flavored his partner, spicing his body with a drip of wine or
a squeezing from the fruit.  Each time taking delight in Red's further
sweetened flesh.  While Darion teased and tortured his flesh, Red explored
the man; his developed chest, his powerful arms, the column of flesh jutting
from between his solid thighs.

Darion straddled his head.  His thick cock bobbed inches from Red's face.
Its mushroom head glittered in a coat of oozing lust.  Red licked his lips
and drew the shaft towards his eager lips.  As he did Darion took hold of
him and drew his knees into his chest.  He smiled as Red's dimpled cheeks
rose off the chaise and rolled into view.  Darion pulled the apart and
licked upward from Red's balls into the crack of his ass.  Red shivered and
tried to ignore the delicious sensation, concentrating instead on the steely
probe splitting his lips.

	"It's got to be ten inches," Red thought as he ground his tongue into the
slit.

Slowly Darion began to pump the monstrous pole into Red's mouth.  The
youngster sputtered and gagged as the blunt knob butted against the tender
opening of his throat.  Red tried to relax and concentrate, but the feeling
coursing through his supple young body drew him helplessly into a whirlpool
of desire.  He gasped and stiffened as Darion's tongue made contact with the
dusty pink rosette between his cheeks.  Darion felt the reaction in his
young companion and pushed against the convoluted knot.  Red broke into
uncontrolled tremors as Darion feasted on his ass.  The sensation left him
short of breath and aching.  Without warning orgasm overtook him.  His cum
splashed their chests' and bellies' as it rocketed from Red's adolescent
dick.  Gradually the spasms faded.  Red let Darion's meat slide from his
mouth and gulped air trying to catch his breath.  As the sensation finally
stopped he sagged into the chaise covered in sweat and panting.

Darion released Red's legs and knelt beside the chaise.  With Deliberate
strokes of his tongue he licked up the globulets of Red's cooling emission.
Starting as his neck he worked lower, cleaning Red's chest and taught
stomach until he came to the limp prize.  Still flushed from the exertion it
lay nestled amid Red's matted pubic hair.  Gently Darion moved it aside and
sucked the tangled tufts of silk until they shone and squeaked.  Just as
gingerly he took Red's balls into his mouth.  With tender care he rolled the
fleshy spheroids across his tongue.  The attention was not lost on Red.  He
came to his senses with the realization that the pleasure was building anew.
  Once more Darion's minstrations swept the boy into a maelstrom of erotic
delight.  Red panted and ground his teeth as lips and tongue conspired to
fan the embers of his smoldering lust.

Darion let the sack fall from his mouth only to find Red's aching need
straining over his flat belly.  With the tip of his tongue he traced the
thick tube lining the underside from Red's balls to the arrow shaped tip.
Then wrapping his lips around the crown plunged back to its root.  Red
grunted as the moist heat enveloped him.  Dropping his hands to the back of
Darion's head he pumped to meet the increasing pleasure.

Darion would have smiled around the stout pole the see the boy so wanton in
his pleasure.  Instead he signaled his delight by using his tongue to
heighten the moment.

	"You make me so fucking hot," Red grunted through his delirium.

A mixture of salive and precum escaped the corners of Darion's mouth as he
serviced the young stud.  It flowed down the pulsing staff leaving a shining
coat in its path.  Darion wet his index finger in the slick fluid and slid
it between Red's clenching buns.  The furrow was still wet from Darion's
earlier attention.  Each time Red came to the bottom of his stroke the
dimpled globes would relax.  Each time they did Darion would ease the digit
closer to his goal.  Finally he reached the portal of his desire.  With slow
circular motions he massaged the tight rosette.  Gently he increased the
pressure until the bands of muscle sucked at his fingertip.  The sensation
multiplied Red's frenzy.  Now he began to draw back grinding against the new
found pleasure.  He made tiny cries and gasps as the digit slowly sank into
him.  Red has always shied away from anyone playing with his ass.

It was the summer two years ago.  Red's family had gotten together for a
reunion at the state park.  Red had just turned fourteen, but was already a
well developed youth.  He and his older cousin had stolen two six packs and
went of into the woods to drink them.  As then cans were emptied the
conversation turned to sex.  His cousin told him about he and a friend of
his helping one another out.  Red was wary; he knew about faggots.  An old
man downtown had offered him some money to take a drive, but this was
different.  His cousin was young and handsome.  He played two sports at his
high school.

At first Red let the older boy touch him.  Between his growing lust and the
effect of the beer he almost didn't notice his pants coming down.  His
cousin took hold of Red's hand and placed it on the buldge in his running
shorts.

	"C'mon Red, I'm helpin' you."

Red could feel his cousin's cock throb beneath the material.  Experimentally
he gave the buldge a squeeze.  It felt big.  He knew from gym class that his
own meat was nearly the biggest in the class, but this seemed huge.
Curiosity spurred him as he tugged at his cousin's shorts.  There from a
nest of culy black pubes stood eight inches of thick hard cock.  Red ran a
hand over it and giggled as it jumped.  They stepped out of their pants and
sat in the tall grass.  His cousin took hold of Red's dick and began
stroking it.  Red followed suit pumping at the think staff between his
cousin's thighs.

	"It feels real good Jake!"
	"I can make it feel better," Jake promised pushing Red down in the grass.

He moved around til they lay side by side.  Jake's cock pointed straight at
Red's face.  Red took hold of it once again.  The pulsing column became
covered with slick fluid as Red pumped at it.  All at once an incredible
sensation overwhelmed him.  His vision blurred and his body shook as the
moist heat enveloped his tender flesh.  Slowly he mastered the feeling, and
looked down to see Jake sucking ravenously at his meat.

The sensation grew and Red began pumping his hips involuntarily.  The tingle
center in his groin spread and increased until he felt he could no longer
bear it.  His cock jumped and ached with each touch of Jake's hot mouth.  To
his amazement Red felt his passion continue to grow until his entire being
was centered on the pleasure between his legs.  Then it struck.  The spasm
started somewhere deep in his gut, and shot like lightning across his frame.
  Again and again contractions shook him as he spewed a river of cum down
Jake's throat.  The flow eased, then stopped, but Jake continued to work at
the quivering pole.  Red was torn.  He never wanted the feeling to end, but
he could stand no more.  For a moment he tried to endure, but failed.  He
tore his meat from Jake's mouth and rolled away.  His body was covered in
sweat and he lay there helpless in the warm summer sun.

	"You're one hot little stud," Jake said,"and good lookin' too."
	"I never did anything like this," Red panted barely finding the strength.
	"You don't jerk off," Jake asked running a finger along the crack of Red's
ass.
	"Oh that, sure," Red replied as the sun baked into his back.
	"You sure have a pretty ass," Jake said, "spread your legs a little."

Red was beyond caring.  The beer had taken its toll, and the exertion had
left
him exhausted.  The grass smelled so wonderful and the sun felt great.  He
lay there half dozing as Jake continued playing with his ass.

	"Yeah it's real pretty," Jake panted as he pumped his cock,"you don't mind
do ya?"

Red just moaned half asleep.  There was a sudden tenseness, then a little
pain making Red's eyes open.  He could feel Jake's finger sliding in and out
of his ass.  It wasn't comfortable, but Jake had made him feel so good.
Jake knelt behind his young cousin and pumped his finger in the kid's ass.
As he did he stroked his aching cock.  Over and over he spit into his palm
coating the hefty shaft with glistening lube.

	"It's so smooth and tight," Jake moaned eye's locked on Red's dimpled
buns," I've gotta have it."

The feel of Jake's body on his was wonderful, and Red snuggled beneath him.
Jake guided his cock to Red's hole and rested the blunt knob against it.
Then taking hold of Red's hips and digging his toes into the earth lunged
forward.

The pain was incredible!  Red's eyes shot open and the air was driven from
his lungs in a long thin wail.  He tried to crawl away, but between Jake's
weight, the beer and his exhausted muscles he found himself firmly pinioned.
  Jake felt his cock shoot into Red's tight passage and began pumping hard
and fast.  With vicious intensity he slammed his groin into Red's dimpled
cheeks.  Red clawed at the grass.  It felt like a fence post in his ass.
The pain went on and on as Jake brutalized his ass.

	"Please Jake you're killing me," Red cried in supplication.
	"Oh baby, it's so hot," Jake moaned ignoring his pleas.

Jake was beyond caring.  The load boiling in his sack screamed for release,
and this hot ass was just the spot.  It seemed like it lasted forever.  Jake
panting in his ear, the thick cock pumping relentlessly up his ass, the
pain.  When he was finished and regained his composure, Jake apologized
profusely.  Red would have none of it.  The fact he couldn't tell anyone
only served to heighten his anger, and the pain reminded him of his
humiliation for days.

Darion's finger slid into the boy, and to Red's amazement it felt wonderful.
  This was so different.  Darion was gentle.  He was patient.  As the digit
moved within him it tickled and teased secret spots.  It made him ache, ache
for more.

	"How is it?"  Darion asked looking up from his feast.
	"So good," Red groaned pushing back to meet the pleasure.
	"Ready for more?"
	"Oh yeah," the boy moaned lifting his ass, "do me more."

Darion watched the child writhing on the chaise being consumed by his
passions.  He rested his free hand on Red's stomach.  He could feel the
tremors increase, and when he was certain the the boy was about to peek
pushed Red's hand away from his quivering erection.



Darion leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.  Red had never
kissed another man.  He had always felt it was something he didn't want to
do.   As their lips parted he couldn't understand why.  It seemed the most
natural thing.  Red wrapped his arms around Darion and pulled him closer.
He mashed his lips to the older man's in a brutal heated kiss.  Their
mouthes opened, their tongues met, and dueled and cavorted in endless bliss.
  How long they necked, Red couldn't tell.  It might have been all night, or
just a moment, but he hungered for more.

He pulled Darion on the chaise and fell apon him exploring his face, ears,
neck and throat.  Tears of joy sprang from his eyes as Darion pushed a third
finger into his ass.  He lay atop this man, arms wrapped around that
magnificent torso, and ground his ass on the buried digits.  As he did his
distended meat slid between their grinding bellies on the lube that Red was
providing.

	"I'm giving him his money back," Red thought as the tremors started anew.
	"I want you," Red panted.
	"And I you," Darion replied,"but are you sure?"
	"Think so," Red said raising himself to his elbows and looking into
Darion's eyes.

Red sat up and scooted down until he knelt above the throbbing pole.  He
reached back and parted his cheeks as Darion guided his cock between them.
After a moment they found each other, and Red's hole lay perched atop the
fleshy knob.

	"Look into my eyes," Darion ordered.

Red felt as if he could fall through those dark deep eyes.  Darion's hands
floated along his torso causing the most delicious sensations.

	"Gently now."

Gingerly Red sat back, all the while lost in Darion's eyes.  The pain came,
but feint and distant like a memory.  Red paused and it passed.  A feeling
came from deep within him, a persistant preasure that filled him with wonder
and delight.  Darion called his name breaking the trance.  Red's body was
covered in sweat; his breath shallow and ragged.  The feeling that
overwhelmed him was centered in his ass.

As his senses slowly returned he realized that his ass ground against
Darion's pubic hair.  Red moved cautiously, rising upward on the pole.
Halfway up he paused and descended.  It was magic.


	"More like this," Darion instructed taking hold of his hips and guiding him
in a circular motion, "and clutch as you rise.

Red did as he was told.  It felt even better.  Without further hesitation he
began riding Darion's cock as he had been shown. The feeling spread through
Red's groin, and then throughout his body.  Red's cock screamed for
attentioni, but Darion halted his every attempt to please himself.

	"Why?" Red whined.
	"It's mine." Darion explained.

Red's gut fluttered and pulsed about the invader.  Darion moved beneath his
adding to their bliss.  With one hand Darion took hold of him behind the
knee.  The other he slid behind Red's back.  With the boy firmly in his
grasp he rolled Red to his back in one fluid motion.  Red gasped and
whimpered as his legs came to rest on Darion's shoulders.

With practiced power Darion began to fuck the boy's ass. He varied his
entry, stretching the passage with each thrust.  Red was in ecstasy.
Darion's beefy pole made him quiver with delight.  The strokes became longer
and more urgent.  Red could feel the tremors sweeping throught he man's body
as Darion's breath thundered in his ear.

Darion jammed homeward and froze transfixed.  Red felt the cock swell as a
searing heat filled him.  He stroked Darion's hair and back as felt the
discharge repeated.  Darion collapsed atop him.  His body lay limp in Red's
grasp.

	"Are you alright," Darion gasped.
	"I'm wonderful," Red assured him kissing his face.

Slowly Darion came to life returning his affection.  Again they necked with
Red's throbbing cock trapped between them.  Darion began to lick and kiss
the boy as he moved lower replaying his first decent.  When he finally
reached the quivering rod, Red was delirious with pleasure.  Darion had
barely placed the tip between his lips when Red began to cum.  The orgasm
came powerful and furious.

Red awoke the next morning and was surprised to find himself home.  He could
remember the evening clearly, up to a point.

	"It must have been the wine," he thought.

His leg's were still wobbly as he got to his feet, and he felt fatigued and
feint.  As he showered he tried to recall the evening's end.  Darion had
fucked him, and then sucked him off, afterward he kind of licked at my
thighs, and then...then...
He couldn't quite remember.  As he rinsed the soap from his legs he saw it;
a tri-colored hickey on the inside of his left thigh.  We winced as he
touched it finding it tender.

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