Hot and Horny in Hackensack

Hot and Horny in Hackensack

By: Randy K. Carlinsetti

For adults who aren't offended by graphic man to man sex scenes

It's a sparkling summer afternoon in Hackensack in 1980. The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Or, as some of the dudes here in New Jersey say it, "the boyds is choypin". My family and I just moved here from Dallas about a month ago.

I'm sitting on a shady bench in the park. A hot stud of a gardener, who's hanging a mean basket, is working near by. And I'm trying to check him out, without him noticing it. He's stripped to the waist, and his pecs and biceps are muscled up real good. Every now and then he looks over my way. And I think he's noticed me giving him the eye.

Next thing I know, he walks over and sits down on the bench beside me. "Shit, man! The sun's a real bastard today. I'm gettin' off work in about ten minutes, and I can't wait to pop a cold one."

I want to say something real cool back at him - and my mind's a total blank. I finally settle for, "How long you been out here working, man? Your back looks like it's got a killer sunburn."

"All day. And yeah, it's really burned. I tell ya what. You come back to my apartment and put some lotion on my back for me, and I'll give ya all the beer you can drink."

I look over at him. He's a real good looking dude, in a rough sort of way. His pale blue eyes and jet black hair make a striking contrast. If he wasn't so macho I'd swear he was hitting on me. "Yeah, I'll do that. But I gotta pick up my girlfriend in a little while."

"Yeah, right!" he says - and flashes me a big grin. Then, as an afterthought he says, "How old are you, kid?"

"Hey, I'm no kid! I'll be a senior in high school this fall. I'm eighteen." I say. And he throws me another grin.

We're in his apartment now. As soon as we walk in he pops a couple of beers and heads for the shower. I'm so nervous I chug the first beer, and now I'm starting on the other one. I'm not sure what I'm getting myself into. And if it's what I think it is, I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I may be eighteen, but I'm still a rookie. A guy gave me a quickie blow job once. And that's it.

Now the gardener walks back into the living room with nothing on but a towel - wrapped around his waist. I can't help but look at his legs. I'd give my left nut to have bulging calf muscles like that. They're covered with coarse black hairs. And that makes a hot contrast with his smooth chest.

"Beer tastes pretty good on a scorcher like today, don't it Dude?" He pops open two more and sets one of them in front of me.

"By the way," I say, "I'm Randy."

"Yeah, I bet you are," he smirks. "I'm Paul."

I look at him for a long moment, and then I burst out laughing. This guy is a real clown. So I'll play along. "Hey, you're right, man. Seems like I'm always randy.

Paul grins. "Here's my sunburn lotion, Randy. I'm gonna lay on my stomach on the bed. And I want you to straddle me and sit on my butt. Give my back a good massage while you're workin' in the lotion, and I'll be your friend for life."

Paul tosses his towel aside as he lies on his stomach. So now I'm straddling his bare butt. And in ten seconds I've got a full blown woodie. I start working the lotion into his muscular shoulders, and Paul groans with pleasure.

"You got great hands, Randy! Oh yeah, keep it up, man!"

I'm giving Paul a good hard massage now, and it dawns on me I might be hurting his sunburn. "I'm not hurting you am I, Paul?"

Paul laughs. "The last guy who asked me that while he was on my bare butt wasn't talkin' about sunburn . . . . . . . just kiddin', Randy. I'm a joker, man. I never take life too serious."

Paul has a casual, laid back way about him that's really putting me at ease. And I figure two can play his sexual word games. "You didn't tell me whether or not you want me to massage your ass, Paul"

"Sure, why not, Randy. Just so long as you'll still respect me in the mornin'."

I know I can't top that, so I just give his ass cheeks a big pinch, and go on massaging his back. I can't believe I feel so comfortable around this guy. I guess it's because he's so natural. No pretenses. Paul just lets it all hang out.

I could go on massaging him all night. But about ten minutes later he stirs. "Thanks, Randy! You got the best hands in New Jersey, man. Now, sit on the bed beside me for a minute."

So now we're sitting side by side. I'm wearing jeans and a T shirt, and Paul is buck naked. And he's either half hard or he's one hung stud.

Paul says, "Now that we're good buddies, Randy, I was hopin' that you'd be willin' to help me out a little." Then he gives me a beautiful, blue-eyed grin, and I feel weak all over.

"Whoa, man! I'm really new to all this. I'm not even sure what you mean by help you out."

"Let's just start with this, and see where it leads us, Randy." Then Paul puts his big hand around my wrist and moves my hand over to him, so that it's resting in his pubic hair. He has a trail of black body hair that starts above his bellybutton and runs down into his pubes. And it looks masculine and hot. Paul releases my wrist, and I start running my fingers through his pubic hair. It's thick and wiry and it feels great to my hand.

Paul puts his arm around my shoulder. "That's the idea, Randy. See, you're helpin' me out already. See the big boner you've given me, man. I got this woodie cause you ran your fingers through my pubes. See the power you got over me, Randy."

I look down at Paul's cock, and he's right. He's got a monster boner now. I'll admit I don't have a lot of experience with hard dicks, but Paul's looks pretty fucking fine to me.

Paul leans over now and whispers in my ear, "I want you to stand between my legs now, Randy, and then get down on your knees."

I stand between his legs, but then I freeze. I can't bring myself to get down on my knees. Paul senses this, stands up, and puts his hands on my shoulders. He presses down gently, but I'm still frozen. He exerts more pressure, but I still don't budge.

Paul gives me his blue-eyed stare. His face is only a foot or so away from mine. We're both about six foot tall, so we're eyeball to eyeball. "You know you want me, Randy." His voice is low and soothing. "And I want you to have me. I know this is your first time, buddy. And I want to make it really good for you. I want to prove to you, and to myself, that man to man sex can be both beautiful and hot."

Then he gently presses down on my shoulders again, and now I'm on my knees. And Paul is sitting on the bed again - right in front of me.

"Anytime you're uncomfortable with anything we're doin', just say the word, Randy. For this to work, it has to be good for both of us." Then Paul puts his hand behind my head and pulls it gently toward him, so that the head of his dick is almost touching my mouth.

"Lick the head of my cock for me, Randy. It's covered with my precum, and I want you to have it." I lick the precum off his cock head, and take it into my mouth. It's hot and slick, and I run it around in my mouth before I swallow it.

Paul starts rubbing the head of his dick back and forth across my lips. I open my mouth, and his cock glides gently in. It takes me by surprise, because it's even thicker than I thought it was. And it's hot and it's throbbing, like it has a life of its own.

"That's it, Randy. You got my hard dick inside you now. Ever since I saw you watchin' me in the park this afternoon, I've known that's what you wanted. Take your tongue now and run it back and forth along the underside of my dick head. Oh yeah, man! That is so fuckin' hot! When I said I wanted you to help me out, Randy, this is what I meant. You're a fast learner, buddy. And you want my dick, just as much as I want to give it to you!"

"Now ease my cock on into your mouth, Randy. Take all of me that you can take without gaggin'. That's it, buddy, You got most of me in your mouth. Now move your head slowly up and then down and then up again, until you get into a nice slow rhythm. You can feel my big dick inside of you, can't you, bud - as it slips in and out of your mouth."

"That's it, Randy. You got a good rhythm goin' now. At a boy! Nice and slow. Nice and slow. Bob your head up and down on me. Oh yeah. Keep it up, man. I know you can feel the head of my cock when it nudges the back of your mouth. That`s when ya know that ya really got a mouthful of my dick, Randy."

I'm totally overwhelmed by it all. It's so fucking hot I know I'll go over the brink if we keep this up much longer. Then Paul, bless him, puts his hands on my shoulders and says, "Okay. Time out. Recess. I gotta take a break, Randy, or I'll blow my load. And I got a couple of other games I want to teach you before that."

We both stand up, and Paul reaches out and unbuckles my jeans and lets them drop to my ankels. I'm not wearing underwear, and my hard cock springs to attention when it's freed from my jeans.

"My god, Randy! You got a Texas size dick on you, boy." Paul is trying to do a Texas accent, but it comes out sounding like an Alabama accent with a Brooklyn twang. "Take off your T shirt, Tex, and git in bed with me."

We both crawl in bed. I lie on my side facing away from Paul. And Paul puts his arm around me and presses his groin hard against my butt. "I've never lain with a man like this before, Paul. I can't believe how good you feel, pressed up against me."

Paul's voice is an octave lower than usual, "You feel good to me too, Randy."

We're both quiet for a while. Then Paul says, "Tell me about yourself. What makes Randy tick?"

"Well, let's see. I'm 150 pounds of pure muscle - from working in the Texas oil fields last summer. I'll graduate from high school next year, and I have a scholarship to Harvard lined up. And starting next month, I've got a job on weekends lined up in New York as a male model."

Paul says, "Not a thing you just told me is true, is it Randy?"

"Nope."

Then we both burst out laughing. "You're a bigger joker than me, you little asshole!" Paul grins, and rubs his hand through my hair.

"Okay, Paul, let's see if you'll believe this: I'm just now becoming comfortable with my gay sexuality, and you're helping me take a big step in that direction. I can be an ornery cuss once in a while, but usually I'm a pretty easy going guy. I can be way too sensitive and serious sometimes. I'm an only child, so I'm spoiled rotten . . . . . just kidding, Paul. I'm always kind to puppy dogs and kittens. And I'm a good looking dude - at least my mom says I am. And oh yeah. I've always had a weakness for hot muscular gardeners who work stripped to the waist."

"So how about you, Paul. What's your philosophy of life?"

"That's easy, Randy: Lighten up. Have a beer. Don't sweat it. Life's too short to waste it worryin'. Life's a game . . . play it and have fun. There, did I miss anything? Hey, Randy, I know that life can jump up and bite you on the ass. But it don't do a damn bit of good worryin' about it. People tell me I'm not serious. And they're right. I'm not. And I don't want to be."

"You didn't mention your sexuality, Paul."

"Well, Randy, I used to say that I'm mostly straight and a little bit bi. But after this evenin' with you, I'd say I'm mostly bi and a little bit gay. Before you, my gay experiences were all quickie 'wham, bam, thank you man' kind'a things. You're really a special guy, Randy. I've never met another man like you."

I feel a warm glow inside from Paul's words. Then I say Jokingly, "You haven't told me how old you are, Paul."

"I'm 26. And if you start calling me "Dad" I'm gonna slug you!"

"Okay, Pops. I promise not to call you Dad."

Paul rolls me over on my back, makes a fist, and hauls back his arm like he's going to slug me. Instead, he leans into me and gives me a hot kiss on the lips. "One thing I've never been, Randy, is violent. With me, it's make love, not war."

"Oh yeah, Paul. One other thing. Does your phone number happen to be 555-1476?"

Paul casts a suspicious glance my way. "No. Why?"

"Well, earlier this afternoon I went to the park restroom to take a piss, and someone had written on the wall, "For a good time call Paul at 555-1476". And I was just wondering . . .

And that's as far as I get. Paul jumps right on top of me, and we start wrestling on the bed. We go at it for a while, and before long both of us are sporting big boners. And suddenly we're kissing instead of wrestling. Then Paul grins at me, "When you were tellin' me about yourself, Randy, you didn't mention that you're a smart ass." And then he sticks his tongue down my throat.

"Okay, wise guy," Paul says, "let's get back to the fun and games now. Just lie on the bed on your back, with your head on the pillow. That's it. Now, just lean back and enjoy it. I'm gonna do all the work for a while."

"First off, I'm gonna straddle you, and sit on your chest. There ya go - my cock and your mouth are just a few inches apart now. Whoa! I see I've worked up another big load of precum for you. Lick it off for me, buddy."

I lick, and while my mouth is open Paul slips his cock right on in. I keep forgetting he's such a thick fucker. I open up wide, and Paul starts a gentle, slow, rhythmic fucking of my mouth. His hips move back and forth with the effortless grace of an athlete. I put my hands on the back of his hairy, muscular thighs. And I marvel at how a touch like that can be so fucking erotic. I start massaging Paul's thighs, and then I reach up and start playing with his balls. They're low hangers, and I'd love to get them in my mouth. And Paul's dick continues pumping in and out of my mouth.

"I love to see you lookin' into my eyes while you're suckin' me off, Randy. It makes the bond between us even hotter. And I like to see you shift your eyes down to my cock, and watch it as I ease in and out of you. I can tell that really turns you on, buddy - watchin' yourself gettin' fucked in the mouth."

"As you know by now, Randy, I like slow, deep strokes. So on the outstroke I pull almost all the way out of you. And that gives you a good close-up of my hard dick - all shinny and slick with my precum and your saliva. And then I glide back in to complete my thrust. To me, and I hope to you too, Randy, this is the best way to suck dick and to get sucked."

Then Paul pulls out of me and locks his pale blue eyes on mine. "You know when we arrived here this evenin', the first thing I did was shower. So I'm guaranteed clean from stem to stern. Okay? Now I've got a question for you, Randy. Do you know what rimming is?"

I give Paul a sly look. "Yeah. I know what it is."

"I'd love to have you rim me, buddy. Let's give it a try. Okay?"

"I'm so horned up right now, Paul, I'd love to lick your ass! Let's do it!"

Paul scoots forward. And now his butt, which had been resting on my chest, is just inches above my mouth. He's got his hands out flat on the bed, holding himself in that position. At first it's kind of intimidating - it's so up close and personal. There's a line of thick black hair running along his ass crack. And the longer I look at it, the better it looks.

I stick out my tongue and run it lightly over the line of hairs along his ass. They feel good to my tongue. I press my tongue part way into his ass, and run it back and forth along the crack. And now I'm really getting into it. I've never before been this hot and horny! Paul senses this, and he lowers his butt so that now it's touching my mouth and nose.

I grab hold of his ass cheeks with my hands and spread them apart, giving me a breathtaking view of his asshole. I run my tongue over it, and it's hot and slick. It has Paul's faint masculine scent, just like his crotch, and that turns me on even more. I've gotten so I'd know that scent anywhere. I push my tongue up into his asshole, and Paul eases his butt down on me a little more. So now my mouth and nose are buried in his ass crack. I start thrusting my tongue in and out of him, and his asshole totally relaxes. I'm getting so far up into him, it's like I'm fucking him in the ass with my tongue.

We continue this for a couple of minutes, and it's driving us both to the brink. Paul scoots his butt back to my chest, pushes his dick back into my mouth, and starts fucking me fast. It's the first time tonight he's gotten away from his slow, deep thrusts. I figure he's almost ready to blow, and I grab my dick and start jerking it.

"Oh shit, Randy! I can't hold it back any longer! Take me, man! I want you to have my hot load! I want you to have all of me! I want you to feel my cum blasting into your mouth! Hang on babe! Here it comes!"

I feel Paul's dick pulse in my mouth. His first burst of cum splashes against the back of my mouth, and most of it goes right on down my throat. His cock is twitching like mad now, shooting spurt after spurt of his jizz into my mouth. It's hot and it's slick and it's creamy. He's really worked up a heavy load for me. Its my first taste of cum. And I love it, because its Paul`s cum!

I'm still jerking my dick, and just about the time Paul finishes unloading into me, I go off like Old Faithful - spurting my load all over Paul's back.

Then Paul leans forward and puts his open mouth over mine. I still have most of his cum in my mouth, mixed with my saliva. And he plunges his tongue into me, and sloshes it around in my mouth. And even though we have both come, this gets us excited all over again. And we both groan with pleasure.

I begin slowly swallowing Paul's cum - savoring it - as he continues probing my mouth with his tongue. Finally I have all of it, and he has become a part of me.

Paul stretches out on top of me. And we remain like that, motionless, for a long time. And I've never felt so close to anyone in all my life. Finally Paul slides off of me, takes my hand in his, and lies beside me. And before long, we both drift off into sleep.

I'm awakened the next morning by a pair of calloused but gentle gardener's hands, massaging my back. "Ummmmm," I mumble.

"Ummmmm right back at ya. And good mornin' too," Paul replies.

For the next half hour we stretch and massage and rub each other, till we're both fully awake. Then Paul says, "I woke up this mornin' thinkin' about the way you rimmed me last night, Randy. God I loved it when you fucked my ass with your tongue. And I'm gonna love it even more, later on this mornin', when you fuck my ass with that eight inch Texas Tool of yours!"

I look over at Paul, and he flashes me his very best blue-eyed grin. And suddenly the sun is shining and "the boyds is choypin". And all's right with the world.

The End