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Copyright Ó 2003
By Lee Mariner
This ADULT fantasy depicts homosexual and erotic events. If you are not of
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Prologue
It was
during the last two months of my enlistment prior to discharge that I received
an invitation to join Midway Finance& Loan. I had sent out
several resumes outlining my qualifications, military experience, schooling and
employment as related to my future aspirations in civilian life. Midway Finance
& Loan was the only one of the many answers that I received, who invited me
to join their firm.
I sent
them a letter accepting the invitation, and a few days before my enlistment
expired, I made a cursory inspection of what was to be my new employment. The Branch Manager was out of town attending
a corporate function in Chicago, and Paul Metzger, the Assistant Manager showed
me where I would be working, and introduced me to the remainder of the staff. Most of my prospective co-workers seemed to
be nice but I could tell by their attitude that I was considered to be just
another employee. That was okay with me,
since I was gay and getting involved with co-workers was not a part of my
agenda. I learned early while in the
Navy that mixing business and pleasure could very often lead to problems by
some loose lipped jerk who came to their own conclusions without considering
how they would effect someone else.
For the
most part, I was able to avoid being too involved with the exception of an
occasional impromptu lunch with one of the others if we happened to meet in a
restaurant. Those chance meetings were no problem but Paul Metzger and his wife
were a horse of a different color, as you will see in this short narrative.
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Civilian Life
I really didn't want to spend an evening with Paul Metzger and his wife Cathy,
two very dull people. Scheduling the dinner and theatre on a Friday was almost
like pouring salt in the wound. What gay person in their right mind would want
to cultivate a social after work relationship with two dull heterosexuals?
At the office, Paul was a fairly decent guy but around his wife it was as if he
went through metamorphosis from a nice looking dude into a meek mouse. Cathy
would not shut up, and Paul said less then nothing.
When I first joined the office staff, Paul invited me for dinner, have a couple
of drinks, and meet his wife. Out of ignorance I accepted the invitation and I
have been finding excuses ever since to avoid making that mistake again.
Having a couple of drinks and dinner with Paul and his wife is one thing but
she acted like a bitch in heat rubbing her twat all over me and he acted as if
he could care less. I got the feeling they both had in mind a threesome but
that was not my bag, and I managed to exit without losing my virginity. Some
gay dudes may go for that kind of crap but I'm strictly a cock-sucker, an upper
or lower ass fucker or fuckee depending on the individual and his endowment or
very definitely a one on one, with no damn surf and turf smorgasbord on the
menu.
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It had been an unusually quiet day and after interviewing a couple of really
hot good looking small loan applicants I was so horny my nuts ached. I was so
horny that I was sure the fucking clock was broke from the way the afternoon
dragged by.
When, finally, the big hand of the clock was on twelve and the small hand
angled at five, I started clearing off my desk to make a hasty exit. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Paul making a beeline for my office, and I felt my
stomach sink but I was trapped.
"Alex, Cathy is going to give me hell if you don't have dinner with us
tonight. She has some free tickets to see "The Best Little Whore House in
He was standing in my office doorway looking like a sick puppy and for the life
of me even though I didn't want to acquiesce to his pleading; I had no excuse
to refuse except that I felt sorry for him. I couldn't believe my mouth opened
telling him I didn't have any plans for the evening; and, I compounded the
fucking mistake by following his ass home.
Following him from the office was a big mistake since it trapped me into
returning to their apartment after the theatre for a final cup of coffee before
going home.
"But what the hell, the evening was ruined anyway. I'd just suffer through
it, jerk off when I got home, and maybe score on Saturday evening." I
thought, trying to stay as close as I could, behind the nut.
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I don't know if you have ever been involved with two very boring people where
the wife runs on like she had been vaccinated with a victrola needle while the
husband sits like a fucking lump on a log, especially when you are so frigging
horny that every halfway good looking guy you see, causes your cock to start
swelling. If you have then you know what I was going through.
Not only was it late after that final cup of coffee but also, there wasn't a
chance in hell of making a score with someone under forty years old in the gay
bars. After a week of jerking off, I needed a hot young stud in my bed, not
several hours with two dumb ass nerds. Paul was nice looking, probably around
the same age as me, and he had a nice ass, but there wasn't a chance I'd ever get
any of it, not that I wanted it. He was so fucking straight that his wife,
Cathy, probably tied his shoes.
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I had bought a small condo a couple of blocks off of the downtown loop since it
was close to the office, and where most of the action was in the downtown area.
Paul and Cathy lived in one of the new high rise apartment buildings with its
own parking garage, which was a plus, but when I left, I had to drive back
across town to catch the loop. The good thing about it being late was so little
traffic and I made pretty good time except for the damn traffic lights.
When the traffic engineers set the traffic light sequences, they must have
forgotten how little traffic there is in the downtown area after
On every corner there was a steel framed three-sided opaque Plexiglas bus stop
booth with a built-in bench for waiting riders to sit on so they were protected
from the weather. Late at night the booths were a perfect place for jerking off
as I learned on one particular evening while, I was on my way home from Paul
and Cathy's.
The light changed at the corner of Henry and Coleman Sts before I got there and
I rolled to a stop. Holding the brake
pedal in, I pushed down on my very hard cock resting on my pelvis dreaming
about some guy's hot mouth sucking my nuts dry. Glancing to my right, I spotted
some guy sitting in the corner of the unlit booth stroking his cock. When he
saw me looking, he turned facing me, and straightened his legs out. Spreading
them wide he looked at me with a cocky grin on his face. He didn't try and cover up; he sat
nonchalantly stroking his cock and returning my gaze.
He was wearing faded 501 jeans, a white t-shirt, and a coffee colored
windbreaker. He looked like he was in
his late teens or early twenties. Even in the semi-darkness the width of his
shoulders and the tightness of his t-shirt displayed thick sculpted chest and
abdominal muscles. He was obviously all muscle, and very well built. I swallowed hard my mouth suddenly dry and
looked around to see if he might be a police plant. I didn't see a cop car or
anyone hanging around in the shadows, and I could feel the pre-seminal fluid
oozing from the aperture in the head of my cock. When I looked back in his
direction, he stood up, his stiff cock swaying back and forth.
"Damn, he is either nuts or as horny as I am, " I thought to myself
but, I sure didn't want to miss the opportunity to find out which.
When I reached across the seat to unlock the door, he grabbed a blue bag that I
hadn't noticed. Attempting to cover his cock with it, he opened the door and
slid into the care on the leather seat pulling the door shut just as the light
changed.
"Man, for a minute, I didn't think you were going to give me a
tumble." He said, tossing his bag in the back seat before looking at me
breathing real hard, his eyes sparkling.
"Well, you can't be to careful now what with the way cops plant some of
their younger men around trying to trap people. You aren't a cop are you?"
I asked, knowing he had to tell me if he was.
"Christ Mister, do I look like a cop?" He exclaimed.
"No one really looks like a cop out of uniform but, I know they plant
recruits as young as you in places where it is easy to entrap gay guys." I
replied. "How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen," he answered, looking at me and grinning. "How
about you, you look like you're probably about thirty or so."
"That's close enough to win you a kewpie doll, I'm twenty-eight; but,
isn't it kind of late to be getting out of the gym?" I asked
watching as he squeezed his cock.
"The gym, oh you mean the bag. I was going to stay at the "Y"
but they are full. It's always full on payday night. You can always get a good
blow job or a hot fuck if you get there early enough and get a room."
"You're looking for sex?" I asked feeling silly and horny at the same
time.
"Jesus, man I am so fucking horny you could break concrete with my
cock." He exclaimed, his voice quivering. "I'm Dex, short for Dexter.
What's your name?"
"Alex, short for Alexander."
Dex moved closer and folding his left leg back under his right leg he turned
towards me. His cock was like a white-hot steel javelin jutting up from his
groin and, I wrapped my fingers around it. He groaned deep in his chest,
sighing as I squeezed and stroked his cock.
Moving closer, he slid one hand between my legs; he, groped for my cock
stretching down the leg of my slacks. Squeezing my cock tight against my thigh
he licked my ear with his tongue and whispered.
"Oh Christ man." He said softly in my ear. "That feels good. You
got someplace we can go that's safe?"
"My place." I said huskily from the emotion and breathing in deep.
"Can I do this when we get there?" He said dropping his head between
the steering wheel and my gut, placing his mouth over my cock. I almost shot my
load when he blew his hot breath on my throbbing cock.
"Yeah, that and more but not while I'm driving if you want to get
there." I said, trembling and feeling the sperm boiling in my nuts.
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Dex was one of the hottest guys I've ever met. He was from
I'm an even six foot, and not built quite as heavily as Dex; but I didn't have
to be ashamed of. I worked out steadily
and watched my diet in order to maintain a solid one hundred sixty pounds of
hard lean cut muscle, light brown hair, hazel eyes, and just a fraction more
then seven inches of thick uncut meat.
After we arrived at my condo we both were so horny we didn't waste a lot of
time. His eyes gleamed as he watched me strip, and I was so fucking nervous my
fingers were fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, and I was trembling so bad
that Dex had to help me finish undressing.
When he dropped my briefs on the floor we both were panting like stud horses in
heat. His arms were like steel bands wrapping around my chest pulling me closer
to his hard muscled body. His cock sliding between my legs felt like
a smooth telephone pole, and I squeezed my thighs tight. It throbbed with each
beat of his heart, surging up against the soft sensitive perineum flesh between
my balls and quivering anus.
He looked into my eyes, and in the green depths of his I could see hot raw
lust. When his lips touched mine, and
his tongue entered my mouth, it was as if a white-hot thunderbolt was probing,
searching the hidden recesses. Pulling away from his lips and body, I took his
hand, and lead him into the bedroom. My heart was racing, and I inhaled deep
trying to suppress the
nervous feelings churning inside.
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When we lay down, he slid closer and with the touch of his fingers, I could
feel tingling shocks coursing through every nerve. His lips, tongue, and teeth
teased the nipples on my breast; and I was trembling from the feelings of
ecstasy washing over me.
Dex watched me close as he moved his exploring fingers over the cut definition
of my body, smiling at every movement I made when he ran his finger under the
thick pectoral muscles and down my rib cage. His fingers played with my ribs
like the keys on a piano, and it drove me crazy. Lowering his head he kissed
me, and looking into my eyes he whispered softly.
"Jesus, Alex, you're fucking hot. Christ what a body." He breathed
licking my hard nipples. "Your so fucking hot, I want to feel my cock in
your tight ass. Alex, I want to fuck
you," he whispered as he twirled his tongue deep in my ear canal.
I could feel him shaking excitedly, his cock throbbing against my leg.
"The condoms are in the nightstand, Decks."
"No lubricant or do you like it dry?" He asked, laughing softly.
"If we didn't have to use condoms, I like spit and precum but since we
need condoms put plenty of lubricant on your cock and my ass I like feeling a
man's cock filling my ass lubed or sheathed." I said, wiggling my ass
suggestively. "We wouldn't be using
condoms if we didn't have to."
His eyes twinkled as he leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer to search
for the condoms.
With my legs between his thighs, he kneeled back on his haunches. His cock stood up over mine like an
inter-continental ballistic missile ready for launching. For a moment I felt
rather puny and inadequate until, holding the condom in one hand, and taking my
cock in the other, he stroked it slowly, squeezing gently to nurse the precum
from the aperture in its blood engorged crown. Filling his hand with the free
flowing precum, and mixing it with his, he used his gleaming white teeth to
tear the foil from the condom while he slicked his turgid cock with his and my
precum.
Handing
the condom to me he leaned backwards, the muscles of his abdomen bulging like
rows of hard rock. I felt his balls pressing against the base of my cock as he
held his body tight, his huge cock thrusting upwards in launch position its
blood engorged purple crown shiny with precum.
When I had finished rolling the condom over his cock, he quickly spread a thick
layer of lubricant over the latex condom. Slipping his lubricant covered
fingers into my rectal canal, he cooed soft nothings as he slowly worked the
sphincter muscle.
His fingers sent waves of excitement washing over me as he worked his fingers
in and out in a steady piston motion. I
was so fucking horny, I wasn't thinking about anything but his thick cock in my
tight ass. I wanted to be fucked, I
wanted to feel his cock spreading my asshole, driving deep in my bowels; and, I
moaned, "Fuck me, Dex."
Dex looked at me for a moment, his lust filled emerald green eyes sparkled with
excitement. Moving up between my thighs, and lifting my legs on his shoulders,
he gripped my thighs with his cum lubricant slick hands.
Lifting up and leaning forward he guided the bullet shaped head of his cock at
my ass, and at the feel of his cock head pressing against the soft quivering
lips of my asshole, I tightened up feeling a bolt of electricity ripping
through me as the head of his cock penetrated the protective sphincter muscle
and then tightened around his burgeoning cock.
Dex hesitated when he felt me tighten up, and he looked down at me. "Easy,
Alex," he cooed softly while he stroked the muscles of my thighs. There was softness in his eyes, and each time
he nipped the soft inner flesh of my thighs, I felt a tingling sensation
spreading over me. Reaching up, and putting my arms around his neck, I relaxed
pushing down as he pushed gently his cock slowly spreading and entering my
rectal canal. The deeper his cock entered, the sharp initial pain of his cock
entering my ass being replaced by a warm, soft blanket of inner pleasure.
"Oh Jesus, Alex, your ass is as tight as a fucking drum head." He
moaned softly as he kneaded the relaxing thigh muscles. Raising his head, and nipping the calf of my
leg with his teeth, he slowly worked his cock in and out of my ass enhancing
the time-honored ritual of coupling.
The initial painful entry slowly subsided, and I felt my body relaxing as, I
succumbed to his desire and mine. He worked the piston motion of his hips
slowly, his thick cock filling the rectal passage leading into the depths of my
bowels. I heard him moaning as he strained with each ecstatic thrust. I felt the pressure of his thick pubic hair
pressing against the soft perineum flesh separating his cock in my ass from my
balls. There was an intense feeling of fullness from being impaled on his thick
pulsing cock and, I reveled in the feeling that he was taking as much pleasure
in our coupling as I was.
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Breathing in deeply, he leaned back, and holding his throbbing cock tight in my
ass, he lowered my legs from his shoulders and placed them around his waist. I
locked my ankles digging the heels of my feet into the small of his back just
over the crack of his ass, and squeezing him tightly, I forced another
centimeter or two of his cock deeper into my ass. He grunted a little and
lowered his head crushing my lips with his. He was holding some of his weight
off of me and I slipped my arms around his neck almost whimpering from desire,
"Fuck me Dex baby. Fill my fucking ass and empty your nuts."
Brushing my lips with his, he buried his head into the pillow next to
mine. Slowly pulling his cock from my
tight ass, he hesitated for a brief mille second, and with a few smooth
strokes, he was driving his cock to the hilt with ever piston movement of his
hips. He deftly changed his movement on every other stroke to brush my
prostate, and I felt hot precum flowing, covering my stomach. Moaning softly, I
gently raked his back with my fingernails lifting my hips to meet each downward
thrust of his steel hard javelin.
We were locked in a carnal embrace that felt like we had lost contact with
reality. It was almost surreal in the effect he created with each powerful
thrust of his hips, his soft moans of pleasure akin to the purring of a
contented kitten. I surrendered myself completely feeling the intensity of his
thrusts increasing, the sweat pouring from both of us. I felt his muscles
tighten, his back arching as he strained to drive his swelling pulsing steel
hard cock deep in my bowels. A deep guttural groan surged upward from his
tightly muscled chest, and twisting his hips he brushed my prostate as he drove
his cock deep crushing his thick hair covered pelvis against my ass. Grabbing
my thighs he reared up pulling my ass as tightly as he could against his groin. An almost animal growl swelled up from his
chest, rolling over his lips, and I felt his cock swell and harden, pulsing as
his cum filled my bowels.
We both shuddered from body wracking spasms of hot sperm rushing upwards
through the eurethal canals of burgeoning cocks, from tightening nuts exploding
with the force of a volcanic eruption. My mind was filled with molten hot
flashes of lightening as we both strained, his cock filling my bowels with
thick molten rivers of his seed as my sperm shot upwards with geyser force,
covering my chest and stomach mixing with the sweat pouring from both of us.
We held each other tightly joined, not wanting the ecstasy of the moment to
fade; but feeling the softening of our exhausted, sensitive cocks, we settled into
the warmth of the afterglow of mutual satisfaction. His cock slipped from the
grip of my sphincter and I gasped slightly looking at his grinning face as a
feeling of emptiness spread over my body.
"That felt better then when I went in didn't it?" He asked, coyly
brushing my lips with his as his body settled down on mine.
We lay together for several minutes breathing slowly while our bodies adjusted
and relaxed before he slid slowly off of me. Laying his head on my bicep with
his free arm across my chest, he inhaled and exhaled deeply two or three times,
and then nuzzling his nose into the softness below my jawbone, he whispered,
"That was fantastic, Alex."
I reflected on what he had said without answering. We lay quietly for a while
longer enjoying the sensual feeling of a sexual afterglow that only two men who
are mutually satisfied can feel. He grunted softly when I pulled my arm from
under his neck, and sitting up pulled a sheet up from the foot of the bed. Sliding my arm back under his neck, I pulled
the sheet over us. Dex replaced his arm over my chest snuggling closer.
Rubbing his back and shoulders under the sheet, his muscles rippled under my
fingers and, I could feel his cock swelling against my thigh as I rubbed his
body.
"You didn't do bad for a kid." I said teasingly, feeling his chest
rising and falling.
Sliding his arm downward over my abdomen, he took my left hand in his. Pulling
his hips back from my thigh, he placed my hand on his hardening cock, cooing
cockily. "Does that feel like a kids cock?"
"I'll let you know later if you'd like to spend the rest of the weekend
with me." I said.
"Alex, with your hot tight ass, I'll spend as much time with you as you
want as long as I am back on the base before
"That's no problem Dex but, I hope we aren't on a one way street." I
said.
Dex looked at me quietly for a minute or two the tip of his tongue protruding
and moving slowly over his lips. Smiling impishly, the emerald green of his
eyes changed from a soft green to a deep passionate green. Moving his hips back
against mine, I felt the heat of his hard cock pressing against my thigh.
Gently
squeezing my hard cock, he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way Alex.
You don't think I would miss the opportunity to be in bed with a man who can
handle a kid's cock, do you?"
"No more than me missing the same opportunity." I replied, holding him tightly to me.
We enjoyed the opportunity that weekend and many others until his ship was sent
overseas.
Fini
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