MALE RAPTURE ACROSS CULTURES - Part 1, Introduction by Crisis
by Blonde
The following is an account of fantasy collaboration between myself and a cyber-friend. It is our imagined intimate encounters during his student days in this country. All the usual disclaimers apply.
The university I was attending was in a mid-Atlantic city just the other side of a precariously reputed neighborhood from where I was residing during my tenure of graduate study. That night there was a commotion of breaking glass and strident "ghetto voices" spewing a torrent of racial and homophobic vitriol just off route from my destination. This gritty boulevard served as part of my pedestrian passage to either home or class. The noise seemed to emanate from an alleyway, and I reached into the breast pocket of my leather jacket for my small blunt ended .38 as I carefully approached the scene. In the darkness it was difficult to visualize clearly, but four or five tall and generally broadly built males had a smaller man pinned to the side of a wall and one appeared to brandish the open end of a bottle to their defenseless victim. Oblivious to my presence, another guffawed and yelled out something like "hold up blood! I got my own bottle pulled out and I'm 'bout to poke his little ass with it."
The remark prompted a round of crude banter until, unnoticed I had stepped back from the entrance aiming my weapon down the alley, I loudly insisted that they desist and exit immediately. With angry shocked expressions they protested the interruption in their heinous assault and reluctantly withdrew from the alley in strides of tough gait and menacing glares. "We seen you white boy. You best watch your back when you bring your fairy ass to this part of town. Your little friend there can't fuck you nearly as good as we could." I kept my weapon trained on one and then the other until they were nearly out of sight several blocks away. "Dats right, white man, you keep that gun out and pointed. Next time, we'll have a special kind o' gun for your tight ass."
With my weapon still drawn, I carefully stepped into the poorly lit trash strewn alley noticing the victim apparently dazed and looking about confusedly. I softly declared my good intentions and on closer inspection, I realized he was naked. He appeared to be Asiatic of ruddy bronze complexion with pleasing boyish features but somehow lanky, betraying a more mature reality. He spoke almost matter-of-factly. "I need to find my clothes." He arose from a bent over position from which he had been picking over some refuse. At that moment, I was astonished to notice that his dick was stretched hard. It certainly was not big, but his cock in the soft light appeared invitingly supple in exotic hues of olive colored smoothness.
This surprising exposure seemed to mellow out for me what had been to this point, a terrifying situation.
"Here, wear this in the meantime." I had taken off my jacket and presented it to him as his only covering. Trying to set an optimistic tone, I weakly suggested he continue his search while I sought help. His amazingly calm expression briefly shifted to one of distressed panic as he implored me not to stray far a field. I had barely made it back to the entry of the alley before sirens were audible and police squad cars were coming to an abrupt halt on the pavement adjacent to the sidewalk perpendicular to the alley. Before the officers had climbed out of the vehicles, I had laid "my piece" on the ground next to me. In the ensuing confusion of the intervention, the victim identified me as someone who had come to his aid. He was covered with a blanket and remained in a bafflingly stoic and steady composure through all the mayhem of the investigation. I imagined had I been brutalized in the same fashion, I would have been a blithering idiot in the aftermath, my nerves frazzled by shock and trauma. He sustained bruises to the neck and arms, probably the result of the struggle in his involuntary disrobing. An ambulance rushed him to a nearby hospital and the police were polite enough to tell me his name in exchange for my agreement to file a report of public display of my gun (which I assured was registered in the city) and to remain in town for at least the next forty eight hours. Later that night, when calling the hospital, I was told my new acquaintance had been admitted and would be held for observation for at least a day.
Despite the fearful events of that night, I was determined to meet with the victim at least once more. It was such a stunning welcome to encounter the man's meat this way. I couldn't get it out of my mind. His steely demeanor through it all had a breathlessly attractive quality. I stormed into the apartment that served as my shelter during my brief course of study ignoring my roommate. I furiously threw off all my clothes tossing them randomly aside and was naked before I reached the bathroom door. "Why do you have a boner? Have you met someone?" he called out as I carelessly slammed the door. In the shower I beat off, culminating in the most intense convulsive ejaculatory spasms I could recall in recent memory.