WOR MSG# 1159 01/02/91 14:59 Read: 8 FROM: SYSOP bob TO: ALL SMRY: FORCED WITHDRAWAL
FORCED WITHDRAWAL
By
Gay Bytes
Larry stood at his teller window counting and wrapping one's, five's, ten's, twenties and one hundred dollar bills. It had been a very busy day at the First National Bank of Friendly User, Nevada. The clock on the wall showed 5:57 P.M. on this Friday afternoon.
Three more minutes and the bank would be closed for the long holiday weekend. Larry was really looking forward to a much needed rest and a quiet evening at home with a good book of dirty gay stories.
Most of the customers were milling toward the front door, having already made their weekly deposits and withdrawals. Only three were still at the teller's window.
Larry stamped, dated and initialed the last strap on a stack of twenties when he glanced up and saw a husky looking man standing at his window watching his every move. The man was around six feet tall and wearing dark sunglasses, a leather jacket and a sock-cap pulled down tightly over his head.
"May I help you, sir?" Larry asked in his usual soft tone.
The man quickly slid his hand under his coat and pointed something at Larry from underneath.
"Yes, you may," he replied gruffly. "This is a stick-up, buddy, and I want you to put all those pretty wrapped bills in this bag."
The husky man pushed a medium sized laundry bag toward Larry.
"Hurry up or I'll blow your brains out."
at any minute. He began to shake as his knees started to buckle. He quickly braced himself against the counter, not knowing quite what to do.
"Hurry up you mother-fucker," the man grumbled, "Fill this fucking bag...NOW!"
Suddenly, the teller next to Larry saw what was going on and screamed franticly. She scared Larry so much that he nearly jumped over the counter. The robber pulled out his weapon and shouted for everyone to lie down on the floor. The manager and loan officers stood up to see what was going on. The robber fired two shots into the ceiling and repeated his demand. The manager and loan officers immediately dove for the floor with their hands over their heads.
"Alright!" the robber shouted. "This is a stick-up and don't anyone move!...Not even a little bit, or I'll shoot the first thing that quivers...Now, teller boy, fill up this fucking bag and do it fast!"
Larry took the bag and began to place the money inside of it in an orderly manner. He was always a neat and tidy person when it comes to arranging things.
"What the hell are you doing, teller boy?...Stuff the fucking dough in the bag...I didn't ask you to gift wrap it."
Larry quickly began cramming the money into the bag, still shaking like he had palsy or some uncontrolable disease. When he was finished, he pushed the bag toward the gunman and tried to smile for acceptance that he had done good. The robber grabbed the bag and threw it over his shoulder, then turned.
Suddenly, he turned back toward Larry and reached over the counter and grasp Larry by the arm. Larry thought for sure he had broken it.
"Okay, teller boy, you're coming with me...You're my insurance policy that I get the fuck out of here."
The robber yanked on Larry's arm and dragged him over the counter and down onto the floor.
"Get up, teller boy...Let's get the fuck out of here."
Larry scrambled to his feet and was wisked out the back door, slipping and sliding, trying to gain his balance. The robber pulled him across the parking lot and then stopped in front of a large black 1950 Harley Davidson motorcycle. It had one very large worn leather seat. The robber motioned for Larry to climb on, but Larry didn't know the first thing about how to even begin.
"Put your fucking leg over the seat, kid, and let's get the fuck out of here...My patience is running very low...DO IT!"
Larry lifted his leg, but the seat was too high and he almost fell over backwards. Finally, after securing the money bag to the motorcycle, the robber literally lifted Larry up and sat him squarely on the back of the seat, then swung himself over the front and started the engine. The big two-wheeled machine came to life and they roared out of the parking lot and down the street, hitting sixty miles per hour before Larry could take a deep breath.
Larry held onto the robber for dear life as they made their way onto the interstate, gaining more speed as they went. Larry's arms clutched the waist of the robber so tight he knew his hands were turning blue. The cold wind in Larry's face felt somewhat refreshing as he squinted his eyes and tried to relax a little.
Fifteen minutes into the ride, Larry began to let up a bit as he began to get the hang of riding on the bike. Infact, he was now kind of enjoying the excitement. The only thing he didn't know was what was going to happen to him when they get to where ever they were going. He would find out in a very short time.
Another ten minutes passed. Larry tried to wiggle his fingers and found out that they were still attached to his hand. In some strange way, Larry felt good having his arms around this crazed stranger, racing in the wind to unknown places. He relaxed his hands a bit and wiggled his fingers again. It suddenly dawned on him that he had his hands just above the robber's crotch. That excited him.
Larry inched his hands lower and gently planted them squarely on the robbers basket. He could feel a fat puffing beneath the robber's worn Levis.
Larry felt a quick shiver streak through him as he eased his fingers down on the fat puffing. There was no hardness there, but the fat puffing was very pronounced and very solid. This guy was all man and then some.
Larry released the pressure from his fingers and then pressed again, harded. The robber seemed oblivious to what Larry was doing. Larry did it several more times, then stopped. He could feel the edge of the man's Levis and touched a button at the base of the fly. He felt up the fly and located the next button, and then the next. He wondered if he could slip a finger in between the buttons without the robber noticing. After all, there was a lot of vibration from the speeding motorcycle. Larry thought he would try.
Larry felt along the fly and found a small opening. He slowly slipped his index finger into the opening and touched something warm and smooth. Was it the man's soft dick, or was it the edge of his balls? Larry could not feel any hairs, so he decided it was the sleeping cock. He touched it very easily. It was so soft and fat. Larry's mind began to spin at the mere excitement of what he was doing. Here he was, speeding along a freeway at who knows how fast and scared out of his wits, feeling a soft dick and wanting more.
Suddenly, the button pop open. Larry froze wondering if the robber was aware. He waited for a long moment, but the robber did nothing. He didn't reach down to see what was going on. He didn't say, "Get your fucking hand off my cock!" He didn't even slow the bike. So, Larry assumed he had the okay to continue. So, he did.
Larry pushed two fingers into the opening and then three. Another button pop open. There was now room for his entire hand. Should he? He decided, yes. Larry softly layed his hand on the waiting organ. The man did not flinch or make any jesture of objection.
Slowly, Larry wrapped his chilled hand and fingers around the robber's fat dick. It felt so warm and alive in his hand. He squeezed it and felt it start to grow. Larry squeezed some more. It grew more until there was hardly any room left for both of them.
Pre-cum began oozing into Larry's hand. The more he squeezed the more the pre-cum seeped out. Larry was already hard himself and could feel his own pre-cum saturating his shorts.
Suddenly, Larry felt the robber shift in his seat. He thought he was really in trouble, now. The robber shifted some more and without notice, two more buttons popped open and the guy's dick shot out. Larry grabbed it and held on. The robber looked down and Larry could see him smile. He knew that all was okay and started to stroke the foot long cock of his abductor.
As the wind whistled through his hair and the tears streaked from his eyes and down his cheeks, Larry stroked the fat dick and didn't stop until he felt the cum gushing out and smearing all over his hand. He didn't stop until every ounce of the robber's balls were empty. He drained them completely and still held on for dear life.
Suddenly, he felt the motorcycle begin to slow and finally stop. He didn't know what was happening and was almost afraid to ask. The robber slipped off the bike and took a huge piss, then got back on and they were off to the races again.
WOR MSG# 1162 01/02/91 19:09 Read: 6 FROM: SYSOP bob TO: ALL SMRY: FORCED WITHDRAWAL...PART 2
Larry is now in a complete state of shock about what has happened. He has just jacked-off a bank-robbing kidnapper at eighty-miles an hour while sitting on the back of a motorcycle and the only reaction he has gotten is a quick piss and a hard-on. Wait til the girls at the Buffalo hear about this. Hell, they'll think he's really flipped this time. Fuck em, let them eat their hearts out, wondering.
Meanwhile, the speed of the Harley is back where it was at eighty. Larry continued to have his arms wrapped around the crazed cyclist with his hands squeezed between the guy's legs. Larry pressed the side of his face tightly against the back of the driver and could feel the warmth emitting through. It kind of felt like a scene from Bonnie and Clyde and you know which part he had.
Again the bike began to slow as they down-geared onto an off ramp. At the bottom, they turned left and started up a dirt road toward an old house. They crept into the driveway and rode around back. The robber cut the engine and slid off, then hurried to the back door. It opened with a squeak and he disappeared inside. A dim light flickered on. The robber appeared at the doorway and motioned for Larry to follow. He tried to be a cool in dismounting, but fell right on his ass. Larry shook his head and got up, dusting himself off as he made his way to the porch. He entered.
The old house reeked of mildew and decay. It contained a table, an old couch and a rickety broken-down bed with dirty covers. YUCK was the only word Larry could think of.
The robber tossed the bag of money onto the table and opened it up. He emptied it and wipped his chin in surprise.
"You did real good, " he said to Larry like he was suddenly part of the gang..."Yes, sir, you did real fuckin good."
The robber quickly counted the bands of strapped money and mouthed to himself, "Holy shit! Fifty-five grand...Not bad for a fuckin high school drop-out...Right, kid?"
Larry nodded uncomfortably and gave him a simple smile before uttering, "Sir? Why am I here?"
The robber just looked at him sheepishly and replied, "Because I want you to be...And what I want, I usually get."
"What is it you want?" Larry asked.
"For starters, kid, take your clothes off."
"I beg your pardon."
"No need to beg for anything, kid...Just get your fuckin clothes off."
Larry sat down slowly and undid his shoelaces. He removed his shoes and socks, then stood up. He undid his buckle and unzipped his pants, then let them slide to the floor. He removed his shirt and jacket and placed them on the couch. Only his shorts remained. They were damp and splotchy in front.
"Go ahead, kid, take em off...I want to see what you got."
Larry bent down and scooted out of his underware and stood up totally naked. His long soft cock hung limp before him with tell-tale signs of dried pre-cum crusted around the head.
"Not bad, kid...Not bad...Course you can't compare to me and my whopper...I've had many a compliment on my dick, but you got yourself a real pretty one...Nice shape...Cut real clean...Nice balls that hang real good...Shit, you could win yourself a contest with what you got...Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous or anything, but to be honest with you havin a log like mine can be a pain in the ass sometimes...Most of the time I can't get it fully hard...Takes a lot of blood to pack it all the way up...If I've been drinkin or smokin pot, it can be a real pisser gettin it up."
Larry was getting more embarrassed each moment he stood there. Finally, he said, "What do you want of me...Sir?"
"Ah, shit! Quit the fuckin SIR...Just call me Stanley."
"STANLEY!" replied Larry with a snicker.
"What the fuck is so funny?"
Larry snickered again and said, "Of all the names in the world that would fit you, like Bulldog or Gorilla or Madmax, you tell me I can call you Stanley...Now, that's funny, if you don't mind me saying so."
Stanley thought for a minute and also burst out into a loud laugh.
"You know, kid...You're right...Never thought of it before...Yeh, that is kinda funny."
Stanley walked over to Larry and put his arm around his shoulder.
"I like you, kid...Come on over to the bed and let's get more acquainted...I think you and me is goin to have a ball."
Stanley led Larry to the bed and eased Larry down slowly, then stood before him.
"You're a fine specimen of a young man," Stanley said as he eyed Larry from head to foot..."You're tall and lean with soft bulging muscles...a beautiful dick and balls...not too hairy, but a fine beard and curly hair...Yes sir, kid, you're a cutie and I do love a cutie."
Stanley removed his clothes and layed down beside Larry and put his arm around his chest.
"What you did on the Harley on our way up here took a lot of guts, kid...Gotta hand it to you, you got guts."
Larry sat up on one arm and looked at Stanley's naked body. He was muscular from head to foot with smooth light brown skin. He probably was in his forties, but he must have worked out all of his life to have a body like his. Larry rolled over and faced Stanley. They both smiled and then took each other into their arms and kissed lightly. Their tongues met and they tasted each others wetness. Then, they kissed deep.
After a long moment they sat back and fondled each others breasts. Stanley sat up and began rubbing his tongue around and around Larry's nipples until they were hard and wanting. Stanley's hand was softly tracing a trail down Larry's stomach, around his navel and into his pubics. He teased his hand beside Larry's now throbbing cock, just bearly brushing the side of Larry's shaft and then on down to Larry's tight balls. Stanley kissed Larry again as he wrapped his strong hand around Larry's wanting cock-head. Pre-cum oozed on Stanley's palm as he continued to slowly stroke Larry's cock.
Stanley raised up and lowered himself down onto Larry's stomach and opened his mouth wide. He guided Larry's cock deep into his mouth and then closed it tight, allowing Larry's pre-cum to soak into his saliva.
Larry turned completely around and found Stanley's huge meat and sucked it deep into his throat. Each now had each other's cocks in their mouths and sucking and stroking almost to the same rhythm. Larry was surprised he was able to take Stanley's foot-longer into his throat so easily, for this was truly the largest cock he had ever seen, let alone sucked, but he seem to do it with ease.
The juices in each of their balls were beginning to cook and they knew it would not be long until they both had a large mouth full. They continued to stroke and pump and then it happened. Both at the same time. Cum squirted out of their cocks and quickly filled their mouths and throat. They both groaned in ecstasy, but continued to suck and suck and suck. Finally, the rhythm stopped and they lay their completely spent. They swallowed again and again until every bit of cum was taken. Then, they slowly rolled apart. After a long while of deep breathing, Stanley spoke, "Kid, I got a proposition for you."
"What?" Larry said softly.
"I've got a little place on an island in the Pacific that I'm going to go live on...The money I got from the bank will last a life time...I want you to go with me...Just you and me, kid...What do you say?"
Larry opened his eyes wide and thought for a moment. No more fuckin bank. No more smog. No more rat races. No more games people play. No more getting crapped on. No More...Larry sat up and looked into Stanley's eyes and smiled warmly.
"What time does the boat leave?"
ONE YEAR LATER...
"Oh Stanley, dear...Could I have another Mai Tai...My throat is so dry today."
"But of course, kid...It's no wonder from all the meat you been eating lately."
"Well, you taught me to take in as much protein as possible so my muscles will grow as big as your's."
"Yeh, kid, got to keep your muscle big and hard...very big and hard."
Stanley and Larry laughed as they watched the sun go down on another beautiful tropical night in Shangri-La.
THE END (but really the beginning).