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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A SEXUALLY EXPLICIT FICTIONAL STORY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING ABOUT SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SITUATIONS AND ACTIVITIES..
To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is the 4th in a series of stories dealing mainly with male to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well.
FRIDAY 13" #4: TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP
BY Stroker Al
Foreward: Eddy has finished his story about Greg and Andrew overcoming their dick sucking problem (#3 SWEET HONEY AND THE ROCK).
Mark has been listening to Eddy with some amusement, but also some boredom. The stories that had been told so far were definitely on the vanilla side. He decided that it was time for something a little rougher. And as the guy among them with the most sexual experience, the least inhibitions and possesing the confidence that goes along with having the biggest dick in the room, who better to introduce such a tale?
"Hey guys," he said, "I don't know who spewed their wad next, but I heard a pretty wild Friday story and I want to tell it next. Any objections?"
No one spoke up. "Go ahead, Mark," said Jim, reaching over for Mark's erection in encouragement. Jim looked at that moment like he was ready to hear anything, but Mark's tale would prove to be quite a shock to his conservative expectations.....
"Takin' Down the Big Top" (Mark's Story)
"So what are we waiting for?" Lawrence asked, as he reached over and groped the hardening mound of his summer fuck-buddy's Levi s basket. Jorge scowled slightly, but continued walking along side him without slowing his pace.
"Relax, babe. I promised I'd fuck your pussy ass tonight before the campfire starts , and I will. But first I've got some things to do."
Lawrence frowned slightly. "How do you know I don't wanna just suck you off tonight?"
Jorge laughed and showed his wide mouthful of teeth, framed by his black Latino goatee. "Yeah, right. Like that wouldn't put us to sleep, puta! When are you gonna stop pretending you want to do anything else but take my big prick up your tender white butt?"
Lawrence persisted. "I do like sucking your dick! It's just that you never let me. I like licking the salt out from under your foreskin with my tongue. I like feeling your dickhead against the back of my throat and your balls against my chin."
Jorge shook his head. "You don't know what you're talking about, babe. See I'm the one who watches your face when you're giving me head and when you're on your back with your legs over my shoulders and I'm drilling you with my dick. I'm telling ya it's the fucking you LIKE , babe. You fuckin' LOVE it, puta."
Lawrence was silent for a moment as they continued walking down the long path through the woods. "I didn't always love it." he said finally, pushing a big shock of blond hair off of his forehead.
"Yeah, not until you learned to relax, babe. But I haven't heard you screamin' bloody murder like that for weeks. Quite the opposite, Peaches. " he added, reaching back and squeezing Lawrence's Khaki-covered ass. "'Yes.' 'More.' ' Deeper.' Those are pretty encouraging words, wouldn't you say?"
Lawrence nodded. "Yes, I encourage you. I love it when you fuck me, " he grinned, reddening. "But it's like I want something more, too. I'm not sure what."
"More?" Jorge snorted. "What else is there? Like any of these other camp staff dudes has a bigger or harder dick than mine. Try em' puta, you'll be disappointed. I got what you need."
"I know, Jorge. I don't want anybody else. I just want....more of you." he said quietly, looking straight ahead.
"Hey, babe, I give you more! " Jorge cried. " I've sucked you off, it doesn't do anything for you. I bite your tits, I put your balls in my mouth, I slap your ass, I kiss you as deep as I fuck you, and you're saying it's all nothing to you. "
"No, that's not what I'm saying...."
"Then what?"
Lawrence stopped, hesitated. He looked at Jorge, almost cringing. "I w-want to feel w-what you feel when you're.....fucking me. I w-want to f-fully experience your ass."
Jorge blinked and then laughed out loud. Lawrence reddened but continued to look Jorge in the eyes. "What's so damned funny?" he demanded.
"In the first place, babe, as I told you once before, nobody--NOBODY fucks me!" Jorge smiled grimly. "I'm a proud macho Latino caricature and I do all the fucking. In the second place, your sweet little dick never gets hard enough to fuck somebody, let alone this tight-assed Cubano."
"How do you know it doesn't get hard enough?" Lawrence shot back.
Jorge laughed again and embraced Lawrence, who remained stiff with irritation. "Who knows your dick better than I do?" he said. "Don't fight nature, puta. Relax. Enjoy it."
Lawrence loosened up somewhat and finally returned his embrace.
"Now I have to go, Peaches," Jorge said as he dipped his hands down under the belt and waist of Lawrence's pants and fondled his ample, rounded butt cheeks. "I'll meet you back at the cabin in exactly one hour." Then he whispered into his ear: " If you're already stripped, greased up and in bed on your back by the time I get there, we'll have more time and I can fuck you longer."
Jorge kissed Lawrence and then hurried off ahead on the path.
Lawrence walked slowly and thought over the conversation they had just had. The part that had really annoyed him was the remark about not fighting nature. It sounded like something a straight fundamentalist preacher would have said, and he believed it even less that he would have coming from someone like that. Nature, Lawrence had learned, was a very complex thing. And when people started to talk authoritatively about it, they tended to become faced with the exception that disproved their point.
Jorge approached the latrine at the top of Cedar knob, a hill at the outskirts of the main camp at Lake Christopher. All summer it had been his favorite place to go, to sneak a cigarette, to think, or just to take a nice long relaxing dump far away from everyone else to the west of the main camp. It was only here in this particular, rarely-used latrine that he felt comfortable giving in to the pleasures of shitting. Everywhere else was too crowded, not private enough.
But the previous weekend a new pleasure had sprung unexpectedly from his visit. He had had the sensation of being followed that day as he passed up the hill. Anyone from any of the nearby cabins could have seen him and followed, but he had not noticed anyone around. Still he thought he heard sounds behind him in the woods the whole way.
Once inside, he'd forgotten about it, and stood in front of the latrine bench, where he'd pulled his cuffed jeans shorts and Calvin Kleins down around his ankles and settled his firm, compact, light brown ass down onto the worn, soft wooden edges of the latrine hole. The hole was just big enough to spread his cheeks slightly as he'd sat down on it, while being small enough to give no sensation of any danger of falling through, as he'd always had in latrines as a child.
The smooth contact of the wood on his bare ass flesh, the slight spread of his cheeks had signaled his colon for the event he'd anticipated. He'd relaxed his heretofore tensed ass muscles and waited for the exquisite sensation to begin. Then the man-sized turd that represented his huge dinner from the night before began to squeeze itself through the threshold of Jorge's outermost sphincter ring. He'd tensed his asshole for a moment, to savor the weight and pressure of the mass of waste matter that hung there, solidly and firmly. He'd always liked to put the moment off for a few seconds. It added to the overall pleasure when gravity, and the action of his colon lining conspired to finally expel the mighty hunk of shit from his body. At last he'd surrendered to the inevitable and let his big warm turd slide out of his ass with a wet crackling sound to plunge below to the rank pool of filth and water . "Ahhhh!" Jorge had said out loud, as he'd always done as a child, in celebration of the unique private pleasure of taking a dump. It was better than sex, he admitted to himself each time. At least better than sex had become with Lawrence, he' remembered thinking. He was becoming so fucking bored with their sex, but couldn't imagine what to do about it.
He had just sat there for a while smoking a cigarette and thinking. He'was reaching over to the toilet paper in preparation for wiping himself, when he'd heard a noise behind him outside. A wooden board was being removed from the wall against his back, apparently below the level of the latrine bench. He'd frozen out of confusion. "What the hell..." he'd wondered to himself, trying to figure out what was going on. Then he'd felt something touch him from underneath and cried out in shock. It was a wet, darting sensation, He'd attempted to leap up and off the bench but the tangle of his shorts and briefs around his ankles had sent him stumbling back asswards down again onto the bench. In the fall he'd struck his head against the wooden wall and was momentarily preoccupied with the pain. But when the immediate intensity of the blow had subsided, clearly unaccompanied by any real injury, he'd become aware of the unmistakable sensation of being rimmed from below the latrine bench. Someone's tongue had begun cleaning out his asshole. The lingering sensation of the expelled turd had been replaced by the massaging, probing, cleansing action of some camp faggot's tongue. Jorge had set down the toilet paper and relaxed into the incredible sensation. He rarely needed to wipe much anyway since his turds were almost never loose or wet. But that day he didn't need to wipe at all.
"Yeah, queer boy, eat my shit out good," he'd murmured, winking his asshole with the sensation. He'd tried to get a glimpse of the face below without disengaging, but it was impossible, especially with his balls and his now burgeoning dick in the way. Giving up at last, he'd finally just relaxed and beaten off for the duration of the rim job. As soon as he'd cried out in orgasm, the tongue had disengaged and the secret rim jobber and taken off into the woods.
This week, the tongue was back. Only this time it started working on him before he had had a chance to enjoy dumping his daily macho turd. Jorge started to jack himself off when the tongue began its dance around his asshole, but upon remembering his promise to fuck Lawrence less than an hour from that moment, he held back from orgasm. Still, he was able to savor the incredible sensations of being eaten out by this unknown and invisible stranger.
There were some new sensations this time. After a point, the tongue pulled away from his hairy pucker, and a moment later he felt something else touch it lightly. It was slightly cooler than the tongue, but wet. It was smoother, but more angular and non organic-feeling. It made a little journey around the circumference of his tight butthole, trailing cool wetness and a tingling sensation like that of rubbing alcohol. He winked his hole semi-voluntarily in response to the mysterious sensation, and suddenly felt the unmistakable pressure of a small fingertip against it as if in reply to his motion. The finger, probably a pinky, must have been greased, because it felt wet and because it parted the tiny, wrinkled lips of his pucker ever so slightly and without discomfort. Still, Jorge's braced his strong, hairy thighs warily so that he could spring away, in case his mystery asshole licker got any ideas about trying to cram something else up his ass.
Fingertips were where Jorge drew the line, because to him, it wasn't technically penetration. In fact, far from begrudging any of his bed mates' simple curiosity about just how tight his macho asshole was, Jorge welcomed these awed little digital probings of his unconquered rectal walls. It made for a pleasing contrast to the delicious moment when he would start shoving his hard on, lubricated only by a handful of spit, into their assholes.
The pinky continued to tickle the mouth of his asshole while the unknown cool and wet sensation returned to a spot an inch or two away. It began to trace a wider circle around the activity at his asshole, dropping down with the curves of his butt cheeks and rising up into the hairy crack of his ass as it progressed in its path. It struck him with the wetness and tingling sensation that it might be some kind of sensitizing love oil, being applied with a firm sponge or soft brush. Whatever it might be intended as preparation for, Jorge was not about to hang around long enough to find out, but he allowed himself to enjoy the attention for now. Finally, another pass was made of the tingling wetness in a much wider circle, nearly to the edges of the latrine seat hole. This time, Jorge could smell something strong and familiar, yet not quite identifiable that seemed to be accompanying the wet encircling of his ass. Nail polish remover? Insect repellent? No, none of these, but it was definitely something mundane and not exotic. Finally, the tracing stopped, the pinky was removed, and after a few seconds, the mouth returned to plant a long wet kiss to Jorge's asshole. Then there was a shuffling sound and running off into the woods.
Jorge thought about sitting there for a while longer to enjoy his dump, but a glance at his watch told him that he would be late back if he didn't leave immediately. He barely daubed his ass with toilet paper, since it had already been licked clean. He passed his hand lightly over his hard ass cheeks but they already were dry. Whatever had been applied had either evaporated or soaked in already. If there'd been a mirror in the latrine he would have examined his ass in it carefully, but there was not. A second later it was covered in soft, light blue denim. As be buckled up and left the latrine he wondered anew who this asslicker could be. Surely it was a guy, and certainly one of the counselors and not a camper--no kid could be that depraved.
Lawrence, meanwhile, had gone to the arts and crafts cabin to pick up his sand candles from the other day. Daniel, the arts staff man was there, but so were a handful of campers left over working on their projects, so he had to small talk with Daniel for a while until they left. Finally when the last one left with their ugly mounds of sand and wax, Lawrence immediately changed his tone: "So Danny, where's my merchandise?"
Daniel grinned and turned to a battered metal locker, which he unlocked with a key from his pocket. Inside was a set of shelves, and on them was an array of brightly colored wax phalluses of every shape and size. "Let's see now, Lawrence Lawrence Lawrence......"
"I think they're those two on the end over there', " Lawrence said, pointing to a couple of wickless five-inchers in purple wax.
"No way, stud. Those are the Directors'. Don't ya even know your own dick? You're longer than him by at least and inch and a half. Ah! Here we are."
Daniel brought out a pair of maroon erect cock candles that he had helped Lawrence cast the week before. Each candle consisted of a wide base formed from Lawrence's nuts, topped by his six and a half inch dick shaft and ending in a flaring, flattened strawberry head with a half inch of white candle wick emerging from the general location of his pisshole. Lawrence looked at them doubtfully, feeling the length and mass of the candles, as if in disbelief that they were replicas of his own dick.
"Sure are beauties. Some lucky guy's gonna enjoy sittin' on these," winked Daniel.
"Yeah, right." sniffed Lawrence, forcing a smile.
"Listen, dude, you have a fucking beautiful dick! Look at this curve! Look at the shape of the head!"
Lawrence smiled, but shook his head. "Well thanks, but beauty doesn't get you very far if it goes limp on you when you need it to be hard."
"Limp? What's this limp shit? Look at these babies, they're perfectly cast! You stayed hard for the whole half hour in the plaster!"
"Yeah, well I had help," Lawrence laughed. "You and your dirty mouth talking up a fucking storm. And ...you gave me something to do with my hands," he blushed.
"Well who doesn't need help, buddy? Nothing real fuckin' sexy about the arts and crafts hut, is there? How's a dude gonna get his woody on and keep it up If I don't start talking him up and find out what makes his fucking balls spin? Gotta drag it out of some dudes, you know, the shy fuckers like you, who think they're gonna shock me if I find out what they secretly wanna do with their counselor buddies. But when I find out, pal I let you hear about it. I rub your face in it, dude, cause you want it worse than you'd ever admit. Gotta do extra with some of them, like you, too. Gotta whip out my own bone and let ya stroke it up with my casting Vaseline.
" 'Course some dudes drive a hard bargain. Won't let me jizz all over their face unless I agree to do something special for them. I mean besides making the cast and stuff. I mean like what you asked me to do standing there with your dick in the plaster cast and my spermy come crawling all over your face. It was a pleasure, dude, turning around and bending over with my legs spread to show you my ass. And then you leaned forward as far as you could and started talking to my asshole as if it was his. And you buried your jizzed up face in my ass crack and started lickin' me out like the last part of a dairy queen cone. That's when you pulled away and told the truth: Jorge, I want to fuck you so bad, you said. And I said, "Then you'd better tell HIM," That's when the timer went off, and you unclamped that cast like a pro while begging me to stay where I was, and then you whipped your schlong out of there all red and hard and tender and after one touch let out a torrent of horny counselor spunk and hosed down my ass and thighs. Course I made you lick it all off. It's only fair."
"I remember." grinned Lawrence. "Mmm. Tasty. But what do you do with the molds when you're done?"
"Oh., I usually break them up to reuse the plaster. Why, do you want to keep yours?"
"If I could, to make some other candles later." said Lawrence.
Daniel had to search the cupboard for a moment because the plaster mold of Lawrence's dick for some reason was not where he had expected it to be, next to the candles. He found it on the next shelf down. "Here you go, buddy." he handed the mold to Lawrence.
"Thanks, Daniel," Lawrence said. He examined the mold and picked at a light tan speck of something clinging to the outer edge of one half of the plaster blocks. "What's this?" he asked, picking the soft, flexible material off of the plaster with his fingernail.
Daniel took the bit of material from him and examined it. "I don't know. It's not wax. It's more like plastic or rubber." He looked up at Lawrence with an evil grin. "If I didn't have the only key to this cupboard, I'd say someone else has taken a liking to your dick."
Lawrence gaped at Daniel, puzzled but instantly aroused at his words. "But who?" was all he could say.
Jorge bounded down the path to the cabin he shared with Lawrence. The arousal he'd felt back at the latrine was waning even as he approached the doorway. He felt a pang of guilty disappointment as he anticipated yet another round of fucking Lawrence's all too familiar ass, hearing the same rehearsed-sounding groans of pleasure as he would plow his lover's boypussy, while at the same time craving the mysterious surprise delights he had just left behind at the latrine. "The bitch better be stripped and lubed," he grumbled to himself, "'cause I' wanna get this over with."
Inside, he slammed and locked the door behind him. On his cot lay Lawrence, naked as peeled banana. He was on his back and had his legs pulled up and apart, having grabbed them just below the knees. The pucker of his asshole winked and glistened with lube. He looked pleased at Jorge's arrival, but the look just irritated Jorge. He was too irritated to notice the pair of candles burning on the dresser behind them, too.
"Hi babe. " he muttered, flinging off his shirt, leaving his white Italian undershirt and gold chain on his chest. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled off his jeans , and his uncut prick swung stiffly in the fresh air. He strode over to the cot and climbed onto the mattress on his knees. He slapped Lawrence's ass and ordered him to move backward. Lawrence quickly complied, and Jorge' stuffed a pillow under his ass. Lawrence knew that this meant Jorge was going to be rougher than usual, and that he wanted to finish fast. He gulped and braced himself, while trying to relax. "Fuck my ass, Jorge. Drill me good, " he hissed, trying his best to make the event that he knew so well seem exciting, Even as Jorge positioned his dickhead against his hole and began his first long thrust. "AHHHHH! " cried Lawrence. "that's it, Jorge that's it. Yes."
Jorge opened his eyes when he was in all the way and seemed to glare at his lover. He gave an extra sharp thrust of his hips and brought his face close to Lawrence's. "Just shut the fuck up, babe, and relax, " He said. Lawrence closed his eyes and nodded. Jorge proceeded to fuck him in long hard mechanical strokes. Instead of kissing Lawrence, as he usually did, he put his head on Lawrence's shoulder and avoided his lips.
Lawrence lay there taking Jorge's dick up his ass, and finally opened his eyes to look at the empty room. As empty as their relationship, he mused. This was absolutely it. If he wasn't so used to submitting, he'd have stopped him right then and there.
Then he noticed that they were not actually alone after all.
"Jorge, stop" he said, but Jorge didn't stop. It was a habit they'd fallen into long ago, unchecked. Jorge would ignore what Lawrence would say and go for what he knew he "really" wanted. Never mind that he himself was not sure what he wanted anymore, the important thing was that he keep fucking and get it over with--that the dominant top man keep fucking the submissive bottom over and over and that the world continue turning round and round.
The man who'd entered the cabin was quite a striking figure standing there, buck naked but for a pair of Doc Martens, white socks, and a leather strap from an archer's quiver crossing his broad, darkly hairy chest. In one hand he held a large hunting bow, and in the other, his enormously long erection. Behind him hovered a pair of angelic, though clearly artificial , white wings. His twinkling brown eyes looked directly into Lawrence's as he signaled for his silence by raising one finger to his lips. Wary but curious, Lawrence stopped trying to get Jorge's attention.
He watched as the real-life cupid reached back and pulled a single, highly unusual-looking arrow out of his quiver. This arrow, while ordinary in all other respects, did not have a sharpened arrowhead. Instead, the shaft terminated with a dildo and balls. Even from that distance of more than 25 feet, Lawrence recognized the phallus as having the shape and size of his own cock, and the same tan color of the rubber trace on his mold. But even as he was making the connection between this man and the apparent tampering with his candle mold, he was newly startled by the sight of the big brawny cupid raising the replica of his dick to his curling lips to kiss it . Then the man slipped the entire length of the artificial cock into his mouth and throat, stretching his jaws and keeping his eyes on Lawrence even as he pressed the rubberized balls against his chin and sucked on the shaft.
After a few moments Lawrence watched the man pull the copy of his dick back out of his mouth slowly, exposing the shaft as it glistened with saliva. Smiling conspiratorially, the cupid stud then positioned the arrow's notch against the center of the bowstring, and began to draw it back, while taking careful aim. Lawrence gasped as he suddenly realized the intended target of this pornographic archer.
In the mirror above the tall chest of drawers, where on other occasions Lawrence had absently watched the reflection of his lover pistoning away on top of him, his attention was drawn to a series of bright red concentric circles of magic marker that had somehow appeared on Jorge's churning ass. The circles clearly formed a target, for which Jorge's tight, macho unfucked asshole served as the bull's eye.
The cupid was now taking careful aim, having drawn the arrow all the way back and tensed the bow. Lawrence noted that the quiver had contained only this one arrow, so that what ever happened, the archer was only going to get one chance to hit his mark. It was at that moment, while contemplating the pain Jorge would feel getting a phallus thrust up his ass with such sudden force, that Lawrence decided he had to intervene on his lover's behalf. He put a hand to his mouth and spat into it. Then he reached his hand down to Jorge's ass crack and applied the spit to the pucker of his hole.
Jorge raised his head and stopped in mid thrust of his fucking to blink at his lover. "What are you doing, puta?" he asked in an expressionless voice.
"Preparing you," Lawrence half-smiled. Like you once prepared me, he thought to himself.
Jorge, of course, did not understand, but was flustered by the introduction of ass play into this unexpected context. That Lawrence seemed to be making some impossible connection to Jorge's presumably secret latrine pleasures agitated him.
"Preparing me FOR WHAT?" he cried, shoving his prick deep into Lawrence's ass again and pressing their faces together. Lawrence gasped at his lover's sudden assault. Then he cried out, as if to Jorge:
"Do it!"
Before Jorge could make the obscene, aggressive reply that occurred to him, the naked intruder let the arrow fly.
FRIDAY 13" #4 TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP By Stroker Al
(PART 2 OF 2)
During his Christopher Lake camper days, Friday had won every archery competition he had participated in. In an old footlocker stashed in the secret place where he slept, he still kept some of the blue ribbons he'd won for the highest scores. Tonight it proved to be a blessing for all involved that, as out of practice as he was, his aim and execution were still top notch.
The shot arrow had flawlessly pierced the bull's eye of it's intended target. In one neat zinging thrust, Jorge Antonio Lorca had involuntarily received up his ass the full length and form of his ordinarily passive lover's erect dick, albeit through a rubber replica. Lubricated only by sweat and saliva, Lawrence's life-cast dildo had penetrated his lover's hairy virgin butt with a force that not only hurt like hell, but which was sufficient to knock him half a dick length forward in bed. In turn, the impact propelled Jorge's dick further up Lawrence's ass with equivalent force. Naturally both men cried out from the pain, directly into each other's faces.
But Lawrence's pain was so familiar that he was able to quickly recover his pleasure. It had certainly not hurt as much as the first time Jorge had penetrated him with a couple drops of spit for lube. Jorge's phallic impalement, however, was a totally new experience for him, and he was positively howling in discomfort . As soon as he caught his breath he burst into tears.
"My ass, my damned asshole! What the fuck have you shoved up my asshole!" He sobbed trying vainly to reach behind him to seize the instrument of his deflowering.
"I didn't do it, Jorge, honest. Somebody else must have come in here."
"Oh fuck, it's so fuckin huge, it hurts, damn it , it hurts."
Jorge's own much larger dick quickly deflated to a limp state and popped out of Lawrence's ass as he floundered there, alternately trying to rise to his knees and falling forward. Lawrence then shook off his amazed fascination with the scene and leapt up to help his pained lover. "Hold still, I'll get it."
Jorge rose back up on his hands and knees and in that position seemed to get some relief from the pain in his ass. "Take that goddamn thing out whatever it is," he cried.
Lawrence got behind him and gripped the arrow shaft. He had barely attempted to pull on it before Jorge cried out, "Don't touch it. Stop!"
"Okay," he said finally, "Try again . Ow ow ow stop. "
This went on for several minutes. Lawrence would get the arrow pulled a half an inch or so out of Jorge's rear end, and a command to stop would come out of his front end. Then, the Latino stud' would groan with relief as his sphincter muscles drew the arrow-dick all the way back in.
At some point Jorge had stopped crying, though there continued to be pain in his commands of Lawrence's movement. But Lawrence noticed that Jorge's ass seemed to be loosening up some, so that the arrow was moving more freely inside, and that he could get it farther out with each attempt. It began to seem that his lover was needlessly delaying the extraction of the arrow by intentionally tightening his ass muscles. His sighs of relief when Lawrence would let go began to sound like sounds of pleasure. Once, he pulled the dick arrow more than half way out before Jorge told him to stop. This time, the tension of Jorge's ass muscles was insufficient to draw the dildo all the way back in, and the cupid arrow hovered there, threatening to begin sliding back out from it's own weight. But instead of seizing the opportunity to unplug Jorge's ass, Lawrence gently pushed the arrow back in. "Yes." Jorge hissed between his teeth.
Lawrence smirked at this confirmation of his suspicion. Jorge was getting to like this thing up his ass! He looked at his lover on all fours with the feathered shaft sticking out of his target striped ass, and was suddenly aware of some surprising impulses. It shocked him to realize that he enjoyed seeing Jorge presumably helpless and vulnerable like this. It shocked him even more to look down at his own dick and see it's rock-hard protrubance from between his legs. He was turned on like he had never been all summer. His dick knew what it wanted, even if he didn't, but he was not far from finding out.
Then tentatively, he started playing with Jorge. Just a little at first, to see how far he could go. He gently began to move the arrow in and out of Jorge's ass while talking low and softly to him.
"There, baby, there. Just relax. I've got it. It take it out nice and slowly. I'll take my time."
He moved up directly behind Jorge so he could lean over his back and rub his neck and wipe his sweating brow as he manipulated the arrow. Soon he became convinced that Jorge had completely crossed the threshold between pain and pleasure, though neither of them acknowledged it. Lawrence would work the dildo-head arrow firmly in and out as Jorge rocked his ass to the rhythm. Jorge was keeping his eyes closed now and mostly groaning. One or two times Lawrence pulled the arrow all the way out, and Jorge backed his ass into it again, so that Lawrence could reinsert it. Jorge's asshole was now completely worked up with sweat and butt juices, and the fake dick penetrated him smoothly and rapidly .
Finally, Lawrence's dick asserted itself in Lawrence's brain. He removed the arrow one more time, and while Jorge waited for him to stick it back in, he set down the arrow, spat into one hand and spread the saliva over his own hard prick. "Put it back inside me, babe," Jorge murmured quietly, with a tinge of embarrassment and impatience. "Are you sure?" Lawrence asked him as he positioned his warm, wet real dickhead against the now slippery pucker of Jorge's asshole.
"Yeah. Put it back in." Jorge said without looking back.
Lawrence swallowed and pushed his own real cock firmly inside Jorge's hole.
Although it was plausible during this and the first few following thrusts of Lawrence's cock that Jorge might not have been aware that a switch had taken place (since Lawrence initially kept his body from pressing against Jorge), it didn't take long till the fact of Jorge's getting fucked was unmistakable. For once Lawrence felt the pleasure of finally probing his boyfriend's hot Latino ass his caution evaporated and he was soon fucking the stud in earnest. His chest, balls and thighs now rubbed against Jorge with every thrust, and he began to pant with pleasure. Jorge even began to grind his conquered ass back against Lawrence's thrusts, though without openly acknowledging that a real dick was drilling his pussy now.
"Yeah, slide that arrow in and out. Yeah, give me that fuckin' dildo. Yeah, that feels great." he hissed.
At first Lawrence found this game amusing. His macho boyfriend was holding on to his pride. Nobody fucks him, after all. So why not let him pretend he's not getting fucked?
But after a while as Lawrence's passion mounted, so did his irritation at Jorge's increasingly pathetic self-delusion.
"Gimme that arrow, man, give it to me." groaned Jorge.
"Okay...here." gasped Lawrence, picking up the discarded arrow and thrusting the dildo head in front of Jorge's face as he continued fucking him. Jorge jerked his head away from the sudden pungent whiff of his own butt juices on the dildo. "Look at it Jorge." cried Lawrence. But Jorge kept his eyes closed.
"Look at it, baby," Lawrence grunted, Grabbing Jorge by his thick short black curls and turning his head back to the dildo. Jorge opened his eyes and looked.
"Recognize it? " said Lawrence. Jorge was silent, but for the heavy, rhythmic breathing that accompanied his rocking reception of Lawrence's probing prick.
"Its my dick, sweetie. You had MY dick up your ass, Jorge. But not quite the way you do NOW, Lawrence taunted. "Yeah, I know, nobody fucks you. Well except me! But I'll never tell a soul ...if you behave."
"You sure talk a lot, " growled Jorge. "Why don't you shut up and pay attention to what you're doing."
"Oh , you mean fucking you?" Lawrence laughed. " I am paying attention, dear. Feel it?" he asked, shoving his meat all the way in with increased force. Jorge gasped and Lawrence took the opportunity to wedge the rubber dickhead into his mouth. "Now lick your tasty ass juice off of my dick, baby. Go on. Suck on it, babe. " Jorge bucked up, but Lawrence rode him like he was a bronco, and held the dildo firmly in place.
Finally Jorge managed to wrest the arrow dildo from Lawrence's grip, but instead of throwing it aside, he stunned his lover by voluntarily proceeding to suck on it.
"Yeah, that's right, baby. Lick the taste of your pussy ass right off of my dick." Lawrence was uncertain which of them was the most turned on by this reversal. Jorge was hard as a rock again and Lawrence began jacking him.
Jorge took the fake Lawrence dick down his throat exactly the way he was taking Lawrence's real dick up his ass over and over again. He thought of the latrine again and the reaming of his asshole, the big turd, the finger -- and how the pleasure of those experiences were all now being combined and increased tenfold. He fantasized a mystery dick fucking him through the latrine hole and himself jacking off. At the same time he fantasized the bogus pud in his mouth as really belonging to Lawrence, as if his lover had come into the latrine, discovered Jorge's sedentary fornication and had demanded an oral oath of fidelity from him in the form of an immediate, sperm-swallowing blow job.
As Jorge's libido boiled higher and higher in this excitement, he finally approached the point of no return. "Yes. Yes. Uh. Uh. That's right, fuck it fuck it fuck it oh---", he moaned, tossing aside the arrow dildo. Lawrence squeezed the hot wet pole of Jorge's Cubano horsemeat dick and felt him climax in dozens of throbbing pulsating spasms. Jorge's first mid-fuck cum shot out of his uncut rod and squirted all over the pillow that lay below his chest on the bed, where Lawrence's ass had originally been supported. The pungent spermy spunk from the Latin lover globbed and splattered in thick, wet layers across the white cotton pillowcase. Jorge gasped in pleasure and looked down in delight at the huge amount of semen that had pumped out of his prick. He was sure he had never seen so much of his own come in his life. But as Jorge leaned down to sniff the sweet, wet penisy aroma of his steamy jizz, Lawrence reasserted his dominance unexpectedly with a pistoning dick thrust up his lover's ass, shoving his face into the come-covered pillow. Jorge's muffled spluttering into the pillow intensified as Lawrence recommenced pounding his ass and grinding his lover's macho mug into his own sloppy jockmess.
Lawrence fucked and fucked Jorge's ass, which the vanquished stud supported obediently in a raised position with the twin tensely -flexed muscular beams of his hairy Latino thighs. Lawrence began to intermittently redden those thighs and butt cheeks with brisk slaps of his palms. Not since Michael Fay had gotten caned in Singapore, he figured, had a young man's ass gotten such a workout.
Finally Lawrence pulled out of Jorge's tenderized ass with a pop and flipped his stud lover over onto his back for the crowning touch of the day's lesson in experience and versatility. He now threw Jorge's legs apart and up and over his shoulders , clearing the way for him to bury his manfucker once more into Jorge's now totally unresisting, devirginalized cocksman's cunthole. As Lawrence commenced this home-stretch face to face fuck with Jorge, his railroad spike of a prick steeled all the more by the hot acknowledgment of the irony of how he was topping Jorge at last in the Latino stud's favorite position of conquest.
"Oh Jorge, your ass feels so good inside, " he hissed, grinning broader with each intensifying thrust. "So velvety smooth in there, it makes me feel like the luckiest man on earth."
As an answer, Jorge just scrunched his semen-slathered face and gritted his horse mouth full of teeth through his come-saturated goatee that was already stiffening as if it had been moussed. Lawrence rubbed his hands flat all up and down Jorge's smooth brown chest, twisting his hard tits, hiking his Italian undershirt all the way up to his arm pits, so that the beautifully built stud's languishing under his fucking resembled the ecstasy of Michelangelo's Dying Captive.
It was in this position that Lawrence, after some 15 minutes of manfucking, came inside Jorge's ass for the first, but OH BABY, NOT the LAST time.
"I'm hosing you Jorge, " he moaned. " Oh, yessss, take my twinkie dick filling up that broken wild stallion ass, baby. Oh yeah, I'm fucking you baby, like this like this, oh yessssssssss. ohhhh!"
As his spermy semen squirted up inside and then crawled down Jorge's quivering ass canal, Lawrence gasped and bit down on Jorge's tongue, which he had drawn greedily into his mouth . He writhed and thrashed on top of Jorge for a full minute until every burst of passion and every drop of nut cream had been wrung from his body.
His once angry dick slowly relaxed and was gradually expelled in it's softening state by Jorge's recovering ass muscles. He rolled off of Jorge and lay next to him on the bed, exhausted.
He glowed while reflecting over his shattering conquest of Jorge's Machismo, even as he acknowledged to himself what hell there would be to pay--and sooner than might be comfortable. He had no regrets. Jorge had been a superb fuck, after all -- better than he'd dared to dream.
"Lawrence, dear," came Jorge's calm but slightly hard-edged voice at last. "I have something for you. Don't move. Keep your eyes closed. Just relax and open your mouth."
Lawrence chuckled , leaned over to kiss his lover's shoulder. "Okay"
He heard the sound that a dick makes when it enters and then pulls out of a man's butt. A long, drawn out smacking, crackling wet sound. " Open Wide," said Jorge, and Lawrence obeyed as was his habit. He'd always wondered when watching it happen it certain porn movies what it would be like to suck your own cock, and with the introduction into his mouth and throat by Jorge's "surprise", Lawrence came as close to knowing as he ever would.
Later the boys looked at each other, exhausted, and realized that they had fallen in love all over again: Jorge with being fucked and rimmed, and Lawrence with Jorge's tight asshole . Give and take became the defining principle of the relationship from that day forward. Lawrence giving it and Jorge takin it.....for now.
Look for further tales of Friday 13"
(see also a raunch alternative ending to this story (Big Top) posted in alt.sex.stories)
To the alt.sex.stories reader:
This is an alternative ending to the 4th in a series of stories dealing mainly with male to male sexuality, though the series will contain some male/female sex and the thoughts, fantasies and activities of bisexual characters as well.
Foreword:
As Mark finished relating his Friday legend, Jim and the boys blinked at him in stunned wide-eyed and semen-fisted silence. Every one of them to a man, even the homophobic Mickey, had shot off urgent, copious comeloads at the climax of the tale.
"What happened next?" asked Chad, still somewhat out of breath from coming.
Mark shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose they continued fucking the new way until they got tired of it and changed back."
"What, you mean the Cubano let his puta get away with packing his shit?" cried Mickey. "I thought there was supposed to be hell to pay?"
Mark frowned. "Well, I thought it was pretty clear that he found out that he liked getting fucked after all. There was nothing to pay back after all. "
"What do you mean?" piped in Tom. "What about his macho pride?"
"Yeah, and what about the big turd he never got to unload?" laughed Eddy.
Jim made a face as he wiped come off of his right wrist with a towel. "Poor guy. I can't imagine all of that could have felt very good. I guess I, too, was expecting him to take some kind of revenge."
Mark chuckled to himself. These guys couldn't seem to imagine anything worse on earth than gettin fucked. They were bigger cartoons than Jorge, it seemed. Yet on the other hand--so to speak-- a couple of them, Jimbo included, had been discreetly fingering their own assholes during most of the second half of the story. Slightly hypocritical, he mused. Not to mention their fixation on shit when referring to anal sex. He'd never heard them cringing about about blood, smegma or urine when rattling on about women's twats, after all. Still, he had to admit to himself that the story had presented Jorge's daily shit as a significant aspect of his life, and that in that respect at least it had ended without all things being resolved. An idea struck him then, and he smiled, somewhat contemptously.
"I just remembered, guys," he said. "There WAS a little more to the story."
APOCRYPHAL ALTERNATIVE RAUNCH ENDING TO TAKIN' DOWN THE BIG TOP
"Now that we're sharing ALL of our experiences, babe," said Jorge as he made Lawrence suck on the rubber copy of his own erection, freshly pulled from the Latino's ass, " I wanted to make sure you didn't miss out on any of the delights I've tasted this evening. How does your come taste mixed up with my butt juice, by the way?" he inquired with perverse sincerity.
"Tayfttty!" Lawrence spluttered.
Jorge then withdrew the dildo arrow and moved it down Lawrence's naked front until he reached yet another target for it to pierce. "How about a flavor comparison, " he suggested. Lawrence let him thrust the dildohead arrow in and out of his ass a few times and bring it up in front of his face. "Try it, babe. I'm telling you, your own is always the tastiest."
Once again Lawrence did as he was told, and had to agree that Jorge was right about this point.
"Now Lawrence, " Jorge continued after withdrawing the arrow, and looking into Lawrence's now open eyes. "I want to share with you one other sexual experience that I had today, but I'd like to ask a favor of you before I demonstrate. "
"Anything," sighed Lawrence, who felt certain that reciprocity would now forever sweeten every humiliation.
Jorge handed Lawrence the arrow. "Okay. Now fuck yourself." he smiled.
Lawrence laughed. Then he reached down, spread his legs and reintroduced the rubber mock-up of his own dick into his ass. Then he slowly began to pull the arrow out and push it back in. Jorge climbed up over him straddling his chest and downstretched arms.
"Today I went to the latrine out in the west woods, and I had something very interesting happen. I pulled down my pants and was buck ass naked like I am now, and I sat down on the stool and was about to lay down a major turd when all the sudden something stopped me."
"What was it?" asked Lawrence, smiling blissfully below his baby, moving his own dickshape in and out of his asshole.
"I cant tell you, " he said coyly. "But I could show you."
"Okay, show me. "
"Only if you beg, 'pretty please, Jorge, show me what the horny hungry man did to you in the latrine.'"
"Pretty please, babe."
"Only if you promise to do to me what he did, and don't stop until I say you can," Jorge teased.
"I promise. Show me what he did."
"Okay, babe. But don't stop till I tell you to." Jorge said, moving up to straddle Lawrence's neck in a squatting position. His big meatpole was hardening again with anticipation and it bounced against Lawrence's face. Lawrence swiped at it triumphantly with his tongue, supposing wrongly that dick sucking was next on the agenda. But then Jorge smiled wickedly and inched forward until nothing but Lawrence's eyes and forehead appeared to him below his dick and between his squatting thighs. The eyes widened as he lowered the saucy, spunk-oozing crack of his ass down to cover Lawrence's mouth.
The recent conqueror whose face Jorge was now sitting upon put up a brief resistance, clamping his jaws shut and keeping his lips sealed, but soon yielded to the piquant inevitability of the supremely messy rim job that was now being demanded of him. The ring of course, curly hair surrounding the Latino's asshole chafed Lawrence's lips as they parted to accept the flood of savory sex sludge of butt and cock juices that flowed from the manpussy above him. Lawrence started tonguing that pungent, dripping screwhole and lapping up rivers of his own fuckload of come, Jorge's efluviant butt sauce and salty sex sweat.
He ate out his lover's ass a good five minutes before ingesting every trace of his buttfucker semen. By then the strong flavors had diluted and waned down to the bland wetness of Jorge's naked asshole walls. So he probed his tongue deeper, hoping to catch some trailing trickle, some tasty morsel he'd overlooked in his probing.
Meanwhile, the face sitter above him reveled in the enthusiastic reaming assault on his asshole. He recalled the latrine scene once again, and this time was nearly convinced that he was actually back in the there getting rimmed, but oh, this was SO much better. His little asslick of a boyfriend outrimmed the anonymous buttkisser by a mile.
"Well, you said you wanted to fully experience my ass, eh?" he cooed. " Are you satisfied now ?"
"Mmmmmffff." Lawrence slurped.
It was then that Jorge felt the low rumble in his abs that was the natural aftermath of getting fucked, but which he, of course, didn't immediately recognize due to lack of experience. But as he felt the thrilling rush of movement through his intestines, he got a sudden mental glimpse of Lawrence leaping out of bed to run to the latrine as hehad needed to do on many occasions after being fucked by Jorge. The very first time they'd fucked this summer, Jorge had followed Lawrence to the latrine and had stopped outside to listen to his lover explosively expell rockets of compressed air and sludgy shit out of his ass and into the latrine. It dawned on Jorge that in a matter of seconds he himself was going to experience the very same thing.
He grinned and closed his eyes, exposing his rows of bright white teeth. He imagined Lawrence and himself facing each other in a sitting position with their bare ass holes over two adjacent openings in the wooden bench. They would lean toward each other, kissing deeply, their legs intertwined. And together they would let their post-fuck ass loads go in a noisy, splattery cascade. What a beautiful thing that would be to share!
At that moment, Jorge's actual shit load, enormous, mashed and packed through what had seemed like hours of fucking, reached the stud's anus. With intense pleasure Jorge'looked down between his thighs to watch Lawrence's eyes pop open wider than he'd ever seen them before.
"Ever hear of Montezuma's revenge, puta?" Jorge asked, as he released his king sized dump into Lawrence's mouth.
It was a rhetorical question, of course, since Lawrence was in no condition to reply.
Look for further adventures of Friday 13"