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o o Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ? o Why that is easy, young Grasshopper. It is... o o ... M e r c u r y ... o o For listen to the Wind. Does it not whisper in your ear,=20 o "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!" And listen to the babbling brook. o Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!" o You see, Grasshopper. All of Nature is in harmony with o Mercury, for he is one with the Universe! o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o =20 o IN DAYS OF OLD... o =20 o In days of old there were many blossom boys - o An Ling and Long Yang. o Young peach and plum blossoms, o Dazzling with glorious brightness. o Joyful as nine springtimes; o Pliant as if bowed by autumn frost. o =20 o Roving glances gave rise to beautiful seductions; o Speech and laughter expelled fragrance. o Hand in hand they shared love's rapture, o Sharing coverlets and bedclothes. o =20 o Couples of birds in flight, o Paired wings soaring. o Cinnabar and green pigments record a vow: o "I'll never forget you for all eternity." o =20 o - Ruan Ji o oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o o Notes : o o 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did. o 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write. o
Mariano
A tale of the jungle
by George
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I was in the Biosphere Reserve buffer zone in Cuixmala for the second extended visit. The area is "dry jungle," which really only means it's dry between rainy seasons. I'd already been there during the dry season. I'm = an ecologist and was doing an environmental impact report for a low-density re= sort development. The dry season was easy: Everything leafless and brown, you'= d swear it was all dead, and only the scorpions, seventeen species of beetle = and the tejons were around to be noted. But now it was raining like hell, and = with the onset of the rains the fucking jungle had sprung out from everywhere: = Rocks, soil, "dead" trees & scrub, you name it, it was green and gaining on me. B= etween the mosquitos and the coral snakes I had to machete my way through this shi= t, ankle-deep in mud, and make notes of all the flora and fauna which had seem= ed to come from nowhere. "Notes" is a joke: There was no way to write anything = down, I was using a mini-corder and hoping the rain didn't get into the circuitry= .
Suddenly two things happened, as they sometimes do, to make things a = little easier on me. The rains stopped, and I came onto a reasonably clear, firm = path.=20 I hung my machete on my belt and started following the path, making my "not= es" a little more easily, only the mosquitos and a few dozen other species of i= nsect to distract me, and of course keeping one eye on the ground for snakes.
The path turned straight, and looking up I saw, coming from the oppos= ite direction about 30 meters ahead of me, a young native man -- hard to tell, = but I'd have said about 20 -- just lagging along with no apparent urgency in hi= s gait. He was clad only in the Mexican equivalent of Jockey shorts and a wr= eck of a shirt but I could see that he was reasonably well-built for the native= s of the area. Not muscular, mind you, but not fat either and not what you coul= d call undernourished. He'd a cast in his right eye but after that the most notic= eable thing about him was his basket. It was, well, ample to say the least, and = his shorts hardly left much to the imagination. As we approached one another h= e paused, looked at me with his good eye and gave me a really fetching smile.=
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This was a guy I had to get to know. Since I do quite a bit of work = in Mexico, I've taught myself a little Spanish and picked up some more, making=
a point of retaining what I might need with guys like this. But the language barrier is there, at least until you move from talking about it to doing it= . On the off-chance that he might be better at English than I am at Spanish I ca= me on with "=ADOla! =A8Hablas ingl=82s?" (I figured the familiar "hablas" rather=
than the polite "habla" would be a good first hit.) He smiled again and said "No, p= ero es OK," an invitation to proceed with broken Spanish and, hopefully, beyond= .
By now we were almost eyeball-to-eyeball -- it was hard not to notice= ably notice his cast -- so I put out my right hand and said "Me llama Esteve,=20 =A8como te llamas?" He took my hand in his and shook it firmly, saying "Tu=
puedes llamarme Honorio," and held my hand just that little extra bit of time that=
gives one hope. And Wow! He was using the familiar form back at me, going out o= f his way to do it by saying "You can call me ..." instead of "my name is ..." --=
was his name really Honorio (anymore than mine is Steve), or was he (like me) a= lready building a fence behind which he could afford to be uninhibited with me? M= exican men are all very "macho," many of them are more than willing but terrified = of being found out. Somehow he broke the handshake in a way that signalled he=
would rather not -- a little extra squeeze and a sliding withdrawal, or so it see= med - and he made no objection when I put my freed hand on his shoulder, asking i= n my broken Spanish, "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere special. What's down there where you came from?"
"Nothing special."
"What are you doing here, today?"
Well that was my opening. Partly because I didn't know how to say in Spanish what it was I was supposed to be doing, but more because I needed t= o, I said "Hoping to find someone nice, like you." He said, more I thought in invitation than out of modesty, "What do you think is nice about me?"
This was not an invitation to turn down. R.S.V.P.! Keeping my right=
hand on his shoulder, I gently laid my left hand on his hip and said "Whatever y= ou have to offer, Honorio." Smiling again with that full, gorgeous mouth he t= urned himself clockwise, just enough to bring my hand from his hip to the edge of=
the bulge in his shorts. Well that was that. I was sweating more now from int= ernal heat than from the climate, I hope to tell you. I took my hand off his loi= n and hugged him to me with it, kissing him full on the mouth, and then in the mo= uth, and he in his turn put his arms around me and his tongue in my mouth, pulli= ng my stiffening crotch up against his basket. I had to get my hands on it, so I=
broke the embrace and scooped both hands down into his shorts, under his balls, a= nd up a little till I had the whole basket cradled in my hands.
Honorio lithely, blithely took off his shirt even as I was pulling hi= s shorts down to his ankles, and he accommodated me then by stepping out of t= hem to stand before me wholly naked and, I must say, gorgeous. =20
Now I'm a guy who tells myself that what I really like is well-define= d, beefy, muscular guys, but I usually seem to go for bodies like Honorio's, w= hich as I've said was not what I tell myself I go for. But there was no helping=
it, I had to make love to this beautiful boy. Where to start? I was just gett= ing down to my knees when Honorio answered my unspoken question by sitting down=
on the forest litter and leaning back on his left elbow, with his left leg on = the ground and his right knee in the air, the foot planted on the ground, expos= ing his impressive dick and balls to any approach I might make. His dick was n= ot hard, and the head was still entirely covered by a beautiful foreskin. =20
Being one of those melanin-disadvantaged Gringos, I've always been fascinated by the way in which Latinos' genitals often seem to get an extra supply of the pigment, giving real punch to the phrase "dark meat." Honori= o was one of those, extremely well-endowed with both meat and pigment. The only=
way to go for this one was on my belly, at least for now, so that's where I got myself, shucking my machete in the process. Taking his dick in my right ha= nd, I put my left where I could hold his balls with it and at the same time kee= p in touch with his perineum. I took his foreskin in my lips and pulled it up, pushing it into my mouth with my hand at the same time, and pushed his dick=
back with my tongue. Just a hint of smegma to whet the appetite and a little pissiness to start, but I ran my tongue around between the foreskin and the=
dick head while I gently squeezed his balls and rubbed his perineum. That broug= ht on the lubricating juices deep down inside that wonderful 'skin, delicious to = my tongue, but the dick was still all mushy so I took the whole thing in my mo= uth and nibbled here & there, gave it some strokes and pretty soon, I swear I c= ould actually hear the floodgate open and the blood rush in, the thing grew and stiffened like Jack's beanstalk! It was like a stop-motion film of a flowe= r opening. The glans started to peek out of the foreskin, oozing precum whic= h I wiped over and over again with my lips, my cheeks, my chin ...
He was well ready now, his balls hard up against the base of this dic= k, his lovely dark scrotum tight as a drum, his shaft throbbing and his glans well=
clear of the foreskin. I pulled the skin down as far as it would go and took tha= t mighty member into my mouth all the way to the root, having to swallow to d= eep- throat it without gagging. Of course I couldn't keep it there -- can't bre= ath with a dick down my throat -- so I came up for air and started a hard-sucki= ng, apple-bobbing job on him. =20
He seemed content with this for some time, and I was loving the feel = of his balls twitching in their close confinement as his excitement increased. Bu= t his chosen posture left his asshole open to my left hand, and I had to wonder w= hether I was only doing half the job he wanted. Tough choice: Keep the hand wher= e it is and get my kicks from the twitching, or give it up, maybe even miss the explosive pulses when the boy comes, and instead give it to him in the rect= um too? Gingerly I moved down-around from the perineum to the hole, just cas= ing the place for starters. A tentative exploration with one finger found a pu= lsing sphincter very slick with mucous: The guy wants it!
I shifted on him, just enough to get my right hand where my left had = been - my mouth no longer needed a helping hand with this upright living thing -- = and added fingers until I was fisting the boy. He groaned with delight and his=
mouth started drooling as he squirmed around my mouth and fist. I had this guy i= n helpless condition, his dick deep in my mouth, my arm up his ass and my han= d on his balls, and he was loving it. I found his prostate and started massagin= g it.=20 He pushed hard with his intestinal muscles to bring it onto me and pretty s= oon I could feel it expanding as his groans turned to hollering and some really=
heavy breathing. I knew the climax was close now and I didn't want to miss a thi= ng, so I got my mouth up on his glans and just a little bit of shaft and brough= t him on with the right hand rubbing the base.
With a mighty roar he gave me the first volley as I felt the huge contraction at the perineum and in the bowel and immediately he shot the fi= rst load into my hungry mouth -- all the way back into my throat! Two ... thre= e ... four ... five great spasms, each delivering up its gift of juice until it r= an down my chin.
Honorio groaned and fell back off his elbow, with my arm still up his=
ass and his dick still in my mouth, while I sucked the last delicious spoonful = of cum out of that glorious dick.
Soon it was refraction time, his dick, softening, too sensitive for f= urther play, so I took out my fist, lifted my head and with my thumb and forefinge= r gently pulled his foreskin back over the glans. I moved up to lie on his b= ody, so he could feel my own unrelieved hardness, held his head between my two h= ands (one wet with mucous, the other with saliva), and putting our mouths back together, where it had begun, gently shared with his mouth what was left of=
his juice, the little I had not swallowed or drooled.=20
There we rested, but did not sleep, awhile, until, recovering his bre= ath, he let his hand wander over my back with caressing strokes, lower and lower until, reaching the level of my belt, he moved it around to where my hardne= ss still lusted, and felt of it gently, then urgently, through the fabric of m= y jeans. I rose to my knees, ripping off my shirt while Honorio undid my bel= t and fly. Pale and trivial by comparison to his magnificent member, my dick was nevertheless adequate and ready, charging out of my speedos for whatever ac= tion there might be. A hand job? A blow job? No, as I stripped for action he = turned over and got up on his hands and knees, presenting to me his well-fisted ar= se, still wet and ready, indeed winking, pulsing, begging, like a cyclops with = a great pink eye.
I mounted doggie-style, held him firmly, caressingly, by now adoringl= y, with my arms around his torso, my hands on his erected nipples, and entered without haste. As I pumped and thrusted, sounding again for his prostate = with now a different limb, I could (and did) whisper into his ear things of love=
in my broken Spanish, nipped his earlobes, kissed his neck ... . He knew the = moves, the pressures, bumps and grinds, and altogether too soon I shot a great loa= d, pent-up from the previous action, into this stranger who told me I could ca= ll him Honorio. I collapsed for the moment, my sweaty belly on his sweaty back, = sweet sweaty slipping of body on body in the afterglow of aftermath, but soon I n= oticed how could I not? -- his resurrected phallus, again wet with lubricating precum, still wet with saliva and some gism I'd left behind in it.
What's a fellow to do? For me, sex and love are not the same but nevertheless intertwined. If I love someone a little, I want to have sex w= ith him; if I do, I love him a little more and want more; a not-so-vicious ci= rcle in which love and sex chase and magnify each other. And I was now a little=
in love with Honorio: Could I afford more? Well I loved him enough at least,=
to want to leave him, if leave him I must, satisfied not anxious. But perhaps=
I had no choice in the matter: He stood up suddenly, sliding my sweaty body off = his sweaty back and landing me on my own back in the leaves: Which, I guess, i= s where and how he wanted me next: For playfully roughly he seized me under = the armpits and lifted me to my feet, and playfully roughly he slapped me on th= e ass, saying something in to-me-incomprehensible Spanish but commanding tone. Oh=
God, I thought: Have I met my match? Can this beautiful guy switch as easily as=
I can from the passive to the dominant role? And in that moment I fell a little = more in love, with this familiar stranger who said I could call him Honorio. An= d what kind of match may I have met? =20
He left off slapping my buns to hug me close and give me the deepest, wettest, most arousing and endearing kiss I have ever felt, and then gave m= e one great hickey on my neck before he held me off at arms' length, his hands on=
my shoulders, and looked at both my eyes with both of his, the cast-one now on= ly=20 slightly out of focus, and with that enchanting smile upon his lips he said= :
"=A8No entiendes, Esteban?"
"Don't you understand, Steven?" -- That much at least I did understan= d, in a literal sense: But what was it he wanted me to understand? Just the = words he had just spoken playfully roughly slapping, or maybe something beyond th= em?=20 Would I hope for a deeper meaning in those words? Would I dare admit, even=
to myself, that I did, if I did? =20
"Lo siento, Honorio, yo no entiendo" was the limit of what in my impoverished vocabulary I could find: "Sorry, Honorio, I don't understand.= "
Words having failed us both again it was time again for action, and H= onorio was no slouch about it. Gently but firmly he laid me back on the ground, a= nd just as gently but more firmly he took my ankles and presented them to my h= ands.=20 He was going to fuck me!
Now, I am definitely not a "bottom." Rarely if ever do I get off on getting screwed. Ordinarily I have got to really feel for the other guy, t= o love him enough to be content just to have him in me, to take a flat-out fucking=
in my ass. But if I must, I really like it best in something like the positio= n Honorio intended, where my lover can be face to face with me and I can watc= h his face for signals and for the signs of coming satisfaction. I'm not very go= od at this -- not as good as Honorio, I don't know so many moves but I can try to imitate assuming what he did is what he wants, and I'm only half-willing an= d oh shit he's about to put that enormous log in a hole it hardly fits. Is this=
a rape? No, I have to admit to myself at least that I want what he wants.
Honorio was very gentlemanly about this. He could tell it wasn't my = usual thing, that it would hurt me going in. It did, but only a little, and only=
a little while and when he was firmly in he knew enough to keep the strokes s= low and short at first but when he could see I was fully comfortable the dear b= oy sensed my desire to have his face in mine, and he moved my legs back down a= nd he lay his torso on mine and he kissed me again, and again and again, wetly de= eply as he laid it into me with deeper and faster thrusts. Oh God so nice to ha= ve this beautiful man so fully in me, possessed by and possessing of me!
This athlete! This precious man! Having just been once exhausted he=
takes a good while to approach a second climax. And as he does, does he become masterly! Somehow in one swift, graceful move, without losing his dick's rightful place up my gut, he takes my calves in his hands, gets up on his k= nees, bending me upward-backward to his will, and fucks me hard and good with lon= g, swift, deep-driving thrusts that squeeze the cum right out of my prostate e= ven as he begins to drop his load inside me. And in a wink he's out, shooting = his cum all over my belly and chest, his warm viscous love juice in me and on m= e mixing with my own cum.
Now it is belly to belly, and he squirms our mixed cum around between=
our torsos, spreading it wherever our skins, mine light his dark but not so dar= k as the dick's, touch. Is it library paste? Is he gluing us together? Do I h= ope so? Dare I admit it? To him? (In what words?) To myself?
I have slept with stranger men, in stranger places, but rarely with t= he serenity that enfolded me as Honorio and I drifted off, both sated, arm in = arm, body to body, on that jungle floor, oblivious to the gnats, mosquitos and o= ther distractions I was supposed to be taking notes about.
We woke together shortly, and we stood up, together, as equals having played out our respective passive/dominant roles and I at least fully satis= fied with this encounter, but a little more in love with my passionate stranger = who let me call him Honorio. And then he spoke:
"Esteban, te amo, yo quiero vivir contigo."
Whether by education or instinct I understood his meaning: "Steve, I=
love you, I want to live with you." Suddenly the denial of hope is gone: I am = a lot in love with this stranger, whom I want to get to know, who lets me call hi= m Honorio. Only one reply is for me possible:
"=ADHombre, vaya conmigo!" -- "Man, come with me!"
That day I had explored the environmental impact far enough. We embr= aced again, and started back, arms around waists, toward my base camp, and as we walked, he said to me:
"Esteban, me llama Mariano." At once vindicated and ashamed, I could=
only reply:
"Mariano, me llama Jorge."
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