From: davist@dsp.com (davist)
Subject: Graveyard by davis trell  Halloween story
Date: Wed, 23 Oct 1996 22:49:24 -0800

The Graveyard 1/3
 by davistrell@aol.com

   It was a dark and stormy night. Nah, that's bull--it was dark fer sure,
but it was calm, the moon hung on the nightsky like a milky benevolent
globe. It was the cemetery that was spooky.
   "What we doin' here?"
   My friend Marc smiled. His teeth shone, eerie in the moonlight.
   "You know."
   "But here?" It was a fucking graveyard fer chrissakes.
   "Why not?"
   "Oh, jesus shit me for a cucumber..."
   We was seventeen. It was halloween, and I hadn't expected it would go
this far.
   "We have to get over this gate, gimme a leg up."
   I laced my fingers together, Marc put his foot in them, and I raised
him up to the wall, he sorta squirmed on the top and held down his arm and
yanked me up. We sat on the wall.We looked out into the graveyard, quiet,
silent, ghostly eerie...
   "Three generations of Beales in there. In the earth. Worm food."
   "Cut it out, Marc," I said.
   "You wanted to do it, did'nt you?"
   "Yeh, but not here."
   "Chickenshit."

   Marc was my friend. And we had hormones together. You couldn't call him
handsome; his head and nose were too big, bright eyes with glossy dark
brown hair, and a grin, that made my thighs grind together. I was new in
town, the other guys determined to be strangers, but Marc had said hello,
talked to me, showed me around Napa, and took away a lot of those lonesome
feelings. I'd gone to his house, met his dad, and went upstairs to his
room to listen to his CD's. He made sure the door was closed and went
under the pine bed-flat and pulled out a magazine. He sat close, next to
me, and leafed through the pages. It was intimate, him sharing the big
secret with me.
   "Didya know they did that?" he asked.
   I didn't know what to say.
   "Look at that guy's meat."
   I still didn't know what to say, but I looked, fascinated.
   "I'd love to suck one of those cocks..."
   "Jeez, they're big..."
   "I'm burstin' in my pants, man, I get so hard.."
   I touched it, through the denim, I felt it, it was hard, that's fer
sure. I wanted to put my hand down his pants, when we heard his father
bang on the ceiling with a broom handle, bang, bang, banging.
   "Turn that fucking music down!"
   Marc, leaned over, put his hand to my groin, felt my boner, and gave me
a hug, that wasn't a bit like Granny Armitage.
   "Take the 'zine," Marc said, as he ushered me out, I folded it, stuck
it in my pants, covered it with my T-shirt, and hoped the bulge didn't
show as I said goodnight to his dad. Days later, he called the house, and
arranged a meet.
   
   "You see the moon?" 
   Too fucking big you couldn't miss it. Everywhere was blue, black, dark.
You could barely make out the pathway to the mausoleum on top of the low
hill. The trees were bare, black silhouettes scratching in the cloudy
skies like fingers of the undead.  
   "C'mon," said Marc as he jumped down, landing softly on the grassy
earth beneath. He caught me, and held my hand as we walked up the path,
between the sleeping gravestones. Some were overgrown but the occasional
stone had a fresh flower arrangement. I tried to make out a name.
   "...dearly beloved, james, rest in peace..."
   The moon crystal clear through the clouds, made all visible, but
everywhere was full of somber shadows.
   "C'mon," said Marc as he dragged me up the gravel path.

   I'd taken the magazine home, hid it carefully, from the prying eyes of
my Mom, but took it out, late when the house was asleep, and leafed
through the pages, in bed with the flashlight. Not much of a story, none
too many words. But men, two men. Older than me and Marc and looked like
they worked out. Naked. One held the other's cock, and as I flipped a
page, watched intently as he put a big tongue out and licked the other's
huge prick, then the one, took it in his mouth, and you could see the
harsh sucking as his cheeks pinched in, an almighty sucking. Tanned, you
could see the paleness where the sun didn't shine, and the fingers
gripping as he held the other's butt, pulling his head close. My mind
conjured up the slurping sounds. 
   I kept one hand on the page, tracing the outlines of the two meaty men,
and gripped my own dick tight, and turned the page. The guys lay together
sucking each others cocks. The one nearest the camera had his butt
showing, and I could see the pinkness of his shithole. I turned to the
next page, and had to close it quick. No. I don't believe it.
   Guys don't do that. Oh please God, Guys don't do that. Oh God, please
do it to me.


The Graveyard 2/3
 by davistrell@aol.com

   All was quiet, nary a sound apart from a whisper of the breeze and our
own hard breathing. Marc seemed to know where he was going as he led me
off the pathway, in between the half-buried stones, that got thicker,
closer together, and taller. Angels carved in grey marble, weeping over
the remains of lost dear ones. Till we came to one, a block, a stone
table, with an inscription, weeds, covering the base and a corner chipped
off.
   "Here. We'll do it here."
   Marc took off his jacket, folded it, placed it on the table top.
   "You can sit on it, don't want you to freeze your nuts off."
   As I sat back he leaned forward, and nuzzled my chin like a frisky
colt, and his hands went to my belt. He undid the buckle as easily as if
he was unbuckling his own. The button fly popped open, and his hand went
in and felt the hidden warness in there.
   I wished I wasn't wearing my stupid Spiderman underwear, but as Marc
slipped them off, his hand cradled my cock, his hand big enough to cradled
my balls and penis and gave a warming shake. I grew, in his hand, and
tried to cup his balls,thrusting my hand between his legs feeling him,
feeling his excitement, pulling open buttons, fumbling through cotton till
I felt his flesh, my thumb hooked around, my fingers wrapped round, the
palm of my hand cushioning his cockhead, that felt slightly damp. He
ground his hips.
   "Oh, man..." 
   I lay back on the stone table top, so I couldn't see. I wanted to feel
it instead. My penis in another's mouth. A rabbit caught in a snare,
struggling to be free, but scared to run away. Marc had me completely in
his mouth, sucking and spittling away. I turned my head back, I saw a bat
fly out of the old dark oaktree, and heard  an owl hooting from a gnarled
bough. I was shivering, not from cold, but from the feelings that were
being released in me, as Marc worked on me.
    He let my cock slip from his lips, and leaned over.
   "You ok, Jason..."
   "Don't stop," I said, as I propped myself up, while the saliva on my
dick got cold in the night air, cold sweat and cold saliva.
   "Show you something better..." said Marc, "...your bunghole..."
   "Oh, no..."
   He put his thumbs between the crease of my ass, and felt my cheeks
being pulled apart, and felt his wet tongue on my pucker. I grabbed my
cock, to keep it warm and began to jerk off, as I felt his tongue lick. He
folded it into a point and tried to push it in my asshole, and I tried to
force my ass to open to let him come in.
   "You ain't ready, Jason, I'm gonna have to use my finger..."
   He stood up a bit, and took over, his hands gripping my excited cock,
he fondled, my testicles, fondling them like they was precious gems, let a
finger slide down my ass-crease, and pushed a finger on the entrance of my
anus.
   "This might hurt, grit your teeth..."
   It did, but a hurt, that made me wanted him to continue....

   "What are you doing!!" barked a voice from somewhere behind us, from
somewhere in the black shadows.
   We jumped. Jumped up and I did a fantastic scrabble for my pants,
pulling them up.
   From out the gloom, lurched  a dark tall looming figure. I grabbed hold
of Marc, and held him close. The man continued to come closer. We were
like deer frozen in highbeams.
   "Oh, Jesus shit..."
   "Er, we wasn't doin nothin' mister..." said Marc, who didn't seem to be
scared; but he must've been.
   "S'okay, Jason, he's probably only the custodian or whatever they call
those guys..." he whispered to me.
   "This graveyard is private property...and you are trespassing..."
   We saw him come forward. He was tall, and a big man. A moonbeam struck
his face, showed his goatee beard and his dark frowning brow and cat's
eyes, an orange glow. Dressed in black. He didn't look like a caretaker or
janitor, or a grave digger. A graverobber, maybe. I held onto Marc hard,
as if the two of us was one.
   "Just foolin' around mister, we didn't mean any harm..."
   "You call desecrating a tomb, just fooling around?"
   "Look, we'll take off, we'll be gone as soon as you know it..."
   He loomed closer. Till he stood right against us.
   "What were you doing..."
   He must've seen us; I knew he knew.
   "Just 'xperimenting, mister..." I said, timorously.
   He laughed a booming laugh.
   "Experimenting? That's what you call it?"
   Oh, jeez, he did see us. And he looked down and saw my dick still out,
and saw Marc's hanging out too. He musta been playing with himself while
he was doing me.
   He laughed again. A booming laugh that seemed to rock the earth.
   He looked at us, we wilting beneath his glare.
   And then he opened his pants, and pulled out a huge cock. I never seen
the like. God, it was enormous.
   "Get down on your knees, boys. We will, what did you say, continue to
'experiment'."
   He grabbed Marc by the scruff of his neck almost, and pushed Marc's
face only an atom's length away from his large veined cock.
   Marc looked up at the big man, looked up directly into his face.
   "My pleasure, mister..."
   The big man laughed again.
   "Be my guest...."
   I inched away, but the big man grabbed me by the collar.
   "My, but you're a timid one..."


The Graveyard 3/3
 by davistrell@aol.com

   And Marc went down, opened his mouth big and wide, the huge penis
bulb-end slid in, and his lips slowly slipped down on the man's fat cock.
Marc buried his face and all I could see was the back of his head, watch
his head almost dissappear in the man's wide crotch. Marc started to move
his head and reminded me of that halloween game, bobbing for apples.I
could hear the sucking sounds of mouth on sliding up and down on cock. And
the the big man turned to face me, his face cracking into a wide smile
with way too many teeth.
   He grabbed me, and pulled me into him, and unbuttoned his shirt in the
center, and a button above, and crushed my face into his large hairy
chest. My mouth found a nipple, and I tongued it gingerly, and tasted his
fur, and his skin, and his well-formed pectorals muscles, and smelt the
smell of heady man-aroma. It was delicious. 
   I wrapped my legs around one of his massive thighs, and started to
puppy-hump his huge log of a leg. I could hear Marc, slurping, with pauses
as he had to take air, then would go back and take more of the giant's
cock each time, and would make gagging sounds, take a breath of air and
then go back to business again.
   The big man laughed that big laugh of his. It sent a shiver down my
spine, but this time not because of fear.
    I sorta straddled his legs, my ankles wrapped behind me and climbed
up, and nuzzled the big man's ear, I made a tiny bite on his fleshy
ear-lobe, licked the cartilage, in his ear, and finally whispered.
   "Fuck me, mister....please...."
   I surprised myself. The big man released Marc, and took off his big
coat, and made a mattress of it on the stone tomb. I bent over, my belly
on his coat, and grabbed the waist belt of my jeans, pulled them down and
let my butt stick out.
   "He's not ready. Mister!" said Marc, pulling on the big man's arm.  
"He's a virgin, he's had his cock sucked for the first time tonight..."
   "Shut up, Marc," I said, and got into the position I'd seen in the
dirty magazine Marc had loaned me.
   "Well, if the boy insists..." 
   And I heard him spit a huge gob of spittle into his big palm and felt
him slap it against my butt, and felt a huge finger penetrate me; I wanted
to scream, but I don't know if it was from pain or pleasure. He worked
that fat finger inside me like he was churning butter, as he drove deeper
and deeper inside me.
   Marc came round, to my end, and put his hands on my face, moved in
close, and gave me a comforting kiss.
   "You alright, li'l brother?"
   I whimpered I was okay. And sighed as I felt the huge finger leaving.
There seemed to be a vacuum inside me, I was feeling so empty. But not for
long as I felt the huge velvet knob pressed against my twitching ass-hole.
   It pressed against, trying to enter but my poor hole must be too small.
I gritted my face trying to strain those muscles, and then I felt it go
in, and I jerked up, tears welling in my eyes. Marc was sitting sorta
crossed legged in front of me and through the tears I could see his dick
get hard, and I clamped my mouth on it. It was the only thing I could
thing to do cause I didn't want to yell, as I felt the big man behind
thrust into me, that huge thing, halfway in, then all in. I sucked on
Marc, who had started to kneel in front of me, and he ground his hips back
and forth, using my mouth like the big man was using my butt.
   The sounds in the night of creatures, bats, mice, owls, crows, spiders,
beetles, earthworms, all fell silent. All you could hear was the slap
slapping of the man's balls bouncing on my backside as he ram, rammed me,
and the sounds of exerted breathing, and sweat breaking on my brow, and
Marc's irregular breathing, and the friction of my lips on Marc's bobbing,
burning hardon. Suddenly the big man stopped, his buried bone, in my ass,
and like the advance warning the sound made, just before an avalanche of
water, floods a storm-drain, knew he was going to come, spewing his
torrent into my guts. He continued to fuck me as his deluge of stickiness
spurted as he shot his load, in sperm  coming in waves  until he pulled
out of me and I flopped down collapsing like a balloon that has had the
air let out, and I came in the big man's coat, that congealed in a puddle
soaking my pubic hair, wetting my belly trickled down into the hollows of
my thighs.  Marc's dick came too, and shot off right in my face and my
tears became mingled with his milky white ejaculation. I was soaked in
sweat, saliva and cum.
   I'd never felt so fulfilled and happy.
   The big man stood up, folded his fat cock back into his pants. covered
my bottom either side of the flaps of his black coat, so I wouldn't be
cold, even though inside I as burning still with fire. I pulled up my
jeans, and the material, comforted my aching ass cheeks; in the morning I
better to look in the mirror, check out the bruises, which I hoped would
me there, my medals of honor.
   Marc, dressed, too, and looked kind of sheepish and embarrassed, as the
big man retrieved his coat and put it, on pulling his big arms and
shoulders into the sleeves.
   I went to Marc and gave him a big hug. We both looked down on the tomb,
that had been my bed of initiation, and looked back up at the big man.
   "What's your name?"
   "It's there, chiselled into the stone...."
   Huh? We read. "...John Raven, loved of Anthony, died...."
   We turned. He was gone.
   A creepy unearthly voice filled our ears.
   "...Of AIDS, boys. Be always careful, and use condoms with strangers,
or we'll meet again, before your time...on the other side..."
   Then we heard that huge laugh again echoing against the gravestones,
and we ran out of there like bats outta hell....