MEMORIES
(C) Copyright 1998 by Fabiano Fabris
[ffabris@bigfoot.com]
All rights reserved
This may not be posted or distributed in any form
without the author's consent
Dedicated to my friend Paul and Burn, and my slave James
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A random collection of memories from my past. They are all true, as best I remember them, not given in chronological order. Naturally, I have not given any real names. Boring? Probably. I wrote it the way it was, not the way I wish it had been.
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----- 1 -----
Walking down the street, a summer night in a distant city. It's warm, I'm horney but scared. A car passes, stops a little further along. I walk past. "You're looking for me." The voice, the words, stop me in my tracks. I turn back, see a hand groping a crotch. I bend down to look in the window. A partly unbuttoned shirt reveals a hairy chest. Then a pleasant face. He repeats the phrase, then reaches between my legs. "Yes," I reply.
I rub his hard-on through his jeans as he drives. He pushes my hand away. "People will see," he says. "Who cares," I say and he laughs, allowing me to explore. I unbutton his shirt completely. He is wonderfully hairy. The hair is black and soft, silky. My cock throbs in my pants, as does his.
He parks on a hill overlooking the city, the view is stunning, his cock revealed even more so. Not very big, just beautiful. It fits easily into my mouth. A pause to remove cloth barriers. His hairy body draws me, and I want to taste it. He giggles when I lick his armpits, saying it tickles. He gasps when I suck his nipples, asking me not to bite so hard. He willingly spreads his legs wider so I can take both his hair covered balls into my mouth.
He pushes me back, reclines my seat, and swallows my cock. It feels good, but I want to explore his body with my tongue again. So he lets me lick his chest, surprised that I am aroused by his hairiness. Then he decides to do better.
Again I am pushed back and he straddles the seat, sits on my face. Heaven! His ass is full of the same, soft hair. I lick, seeking his opening. Again he gasps when I find it, taste it, roam around it. That hair! I know he is uncomfortable, yet he stays still for some time, allowing me to memorize every fold and crease.
He slides down my body and we kiss, hairy chest against smooth chest, hard cock against hard cock. "Get on your knees," he whispers. I do. I am scared again. His tongue on my hole, licking, tickling, probing. He grips my cock, strokes it, my fear erodes.
A finger presses at my anus. It is greased. It probes, enters. "Lie down." Something else presses there, his cock. I'm glad it's not big. It doesn't hurt when he enters me. Hairy chest against my back as he pumps slowly. "You're tight," he mutters. "You're my first," I reply.
He pauses. "Really?" I confirm and he resumes. It doesn't feel great, but not bad either. It's the hairy chest that excites me, and his balls as they hit mine. His tempo increases. Then he grunts and lies still on top of me. He has given me his gift.
He watches me jack off, then smears my cum over my chest. I want to nuzzle his hairy chest. "My wife will wonder where I am," he says, and asks me to dress quickly. He leaves me close to where he found me, but we have a date, a week from then. One more chance to explore that hairy body, in return for which he will fuck me again. And I will never see him again.
----- 2 -----
A soldier out for the evening. That's me. Hungry for release, as always. Blue movies, yes. Man and woman... but I don't care about the women. At least I get to see bare male bodies, cocks, balls. Some of them are attractive, I wish I were with them instead of those women.
A man sits next to me, makes me nervous. I fidget. He rubs my knee, then swifly his hand moves up to my bulging crotch. I'm surprised, frightened, but so very horny! So I spread my legs apart and let him unzip my jeans and pull out my hard-on. A man walks past, sees my dick, smiles and walks on.
The man next to me is jacking my cock. He fishes out my balls too, plays with them. I like how he tugs them. Then he's sucking my cock. I am getting a blow job in a cinema! But after a bit, the man looks up and says he wants to fuck me. I shake my head. He frows and goes away. I start to push my dick back into my jeans but a hand stops me. It is the man who walked past earlier. He caresses my cock gently, easing back the skin to bare the head. He wants to suck it, but in private.
In the glare of the neon in the john, I see that he is middle aged, unattractive, but I don't care. He is on his knees, my pants and underwear pooled around my ankles, his mouth on my cock. And he's playing with my balls. I like that. I lean my head on the tiled wall, eyes closed, playing with my nipples. It doesn't take long. I fill his mouth with my sperm. He spits it out (I wish he hadn't!) then thanks me and leaves.
Moments later, through the door left open, another man enters. He's spied us through the keyhole. A large hand closes over my wilting dick as he sucks my nipples. A finger tries to enter my hole but I clamp it tight. His pants are down too. I grasp his waving erection. He sighs, licking a trail down to my groin.
Before I realize it, I am facing the wall. There's a tongue on my hole. Yes, this feels good. I look down. He's jacking off. I ask if he wants to fuck me. No reply, just his tongue exploring. Moments later a splatter. Then he's gone.
I will return to the cinema often.
----- 3 -----
Late in the afternoon in my bedroom, my best friend and I. I had never seen him naked in the daylight, nor seen his dick flaccid. I ask him to show himeslf to me, and he does, laughing. And there is that body, olive skinned, a light covering of hair, firm muscles. And the cock which I'd always seen proudly upright, now resting over his balls.
"Turn around." He does. A perfect ass, round, also nicely hairy. "Bend over." He does. The rosebud, the hole largely hidden in his hair. I can't resist. I kneel and lick it. He laughs and walks away. He's going for a run. I'll be waiting when he returns. He'll get more than a tongue up his hole. He knows it. He wants it. He fucks the girls, and I fuck him. Do they love the taste of his cum the way I do? Do they know how much he loves having his ass filled? Does his wife know how often I fucked her husband?
----- 4 -----
The bark of the tree is rough against my back, even through my shirt. My pants are down, there's a man sucking my cock. Then he stands, says my dick is big, even though his is bigger. He strokes my hard-on as he kisses me. Not far away, a muscular guy is getting plowed. I wish I were there instead, fucking that perfect ass. Instead, a stranger's tongue invades my mouth.
Warmth engulfs my dick. Someone else is sucking me, playing with my balls. "Yes, stretch them," I want to say, but I can't, there's a tongue in my mouth. His dick feels good in my hand, his balls nicely fuzzy. A hand on my ass, the kneeling guy, I think. I spread my legs a bit, a finger presses inside. The man kissing me notices my reaction and steps back. I look down and see blond hair, a young man, I think, but it's hard to tell in the dark.
He stands. Young yes, not at all bad looking. "Want to get fucked?" It's the first guy. I shrug. He draws me away from the tree, kneels behind my, spreads my buns, starts licking. The blond is in my arms now. He's gentle, touching, caressing. A finger invades my ass again. I kneel. I want the blond's cock, I love the way it stands upright, the way my best friend's did.
I've ruined the other guy's plans. He mumbles something, then gets two more fingers inside me while I blow the blond, easy now that my ass is spread. He reaches for my dick, pulls it back and strokes it in time with his trusting hand.
The blond gets a bit vocal. He likes having me kneeling there, the way I play with his nuts. Grit digs into my knees, the hand on my dick is rough, almost painful. Then the blond steps back. A few strokes and he sprays my chest. What a huge load! Feeling it run down my body sends me over as well.
Later, I feel a little guilty that the guy who started it all didn't shoot too.
----- 5 -----
Sunday afternoon, a cool breeze. I'm sitting on a crumbling wall while my best friends walks along it, admiring the spectacular view. We're both in shorts only. He stops near me. I run my hand up his leg, all the way. No underwear. Thick hair, soft balls, hard cock. We both know why we're here.
I tug his shorts down slowly, knowing he's moody, but there's no protest. There it is, perfectly upright, dark, large. He laughs, kicks off the shorts and runs around, on the brink of the drop. Anyone could see him, but we're too high for anyone to see that he's naked.
He's standing next to me again, laughing, breathless. Our eyes meet, past his waving cock, his firm, lightly hairy chest. A hop and he's off the wall, standing between my legs. To my great surprise, he draws me into a fleeting kiss, a rare concession! Then I find myself standing in the grass too, then kneeling.
We know what we want. I want his cum, then his ass. He fucks my mouth gently, holding my shoulders. I caress his legs, his butt (I've never seen a more perfect one since). He's always horny, shoots quickly, and I drink it all. My best friend, my lover, is now part of me.
A moment later, he's dashing off to the tower. I am quick to follow. Once at the top, I find him leaning out the window, drinking in the scene. I do too, of his ass. So round, and that hair! I press my throbbing crotch against it, hugging him. For a few minutes, I am captivated by the view too, trying to make out the tiny speck that is my house.
"Do it," he says, breaking my reverie. I can't get my shorts down fast enough! He's spread his legs. I press against his hole and enter him easily. The bliss of being inside him! I hug him again, tightly, reaching for his newly erect dick. As I fondle his muscular body, I start thrusting, slowly, building to the force he likes, knowing this is probably how he will fuck his girlfriend tonight.
----- 6 -----
Walking along the beach. It's dusk, few people around. A man looks at me, the bulge in my small swim suit. I turn away, a little worried. I sit on a fallen tree, listening to the waves. I know what I want, but at the same time, I deny it.
A black guy walks up, stops near to me. He asks whether I have enjoyed my swim. Then his eyes go down to my crotch too. "You're showing off your penis," he says. I look up, surprised. "It's perfectly visible in that small thing, and your hair is spilling out." That makes me blush, but then I see him groping himself through his shorts. "I want to see it," he says.
Not far away, a man lies on a beach towel, watching us. I can tell he's hard. He strokes his dick through his swim suit. My 'friend' points to the trees. "Let's go there." I follow him into the thicket.
He already has his pants open, his cock out. It's big, meaty, black. (I had not yet learned to love balls as I do now.) He reaches into my small blue swimsuit, fondles my hard cock and balls, then pushes his own dick into the suit alongside mine as he kisses me. Our erections throb, side by side.
I am urged to kneel. There is that beautiful black dick. "Suck it," he whispers, but he's jacking off. I watch for a while, then push his hand away and take that organ into my mouth. No easy task, because it really is big! As he fucks my mouth, he mutters that he wants to fuck my white ass. He's too eager. He shoots, gasping, and I drink.
Before I know it, he's gone, I'm still on my knees, cock in hand. I tuck it away and return to the beach. There's no one in sight.
----- 7 -----
The video room of a sauna, wearing just a towel, hard-on making a tent. I watch a guy on screen, sucking his own cock. Men pass by, from time to time. I open my towel and play idly with my dick.
Someone sits next to me, reaches for my cock. I look at him. I couldn't have asked for better: his trim body is thickly covered with hair. In a flash, I am caressing him, running my fingers through that hair. This is bliss! He laughs when I tell him that hairy men turn me on, laughs because he is turned on my smooth guys like me.
Two hands explore: one a hairy body, the other a hairless one. The sex is simple, uncomplicated, made up of images and nothing more. I delight in feeling that furry chest, he in touching smooth skin. We masturbate as we explore. My tongue joins in the discovery, the best since that man who took my virginity.
He allows me to invade his armpits (the hair there is so very thick!), then his chest and groin. He takes the same liberty with me. Then we sit back, one hand on our own dicks, while the other continues to explore new territory.
We cum almost together, then clean each other off with paper towels. And he's gone. I sit there a while longer, still exposed, damp. Another man starts playing with my soft dick.
He's not my type. I feel a little guilty, but I get up and leave him. I head for the total anonymity of the dark room. There's absolutely no light there, just a bit coming in through the door. When I can make out shapes, I locate an empty bench and lie on it.
In an instant, there's a mouth on my cock. I can't see him, just a vague shadow in the dark. This is perfect! He pinches my nipples as he sucks me back to life. My legs are spread, another mouth on my balls. A man stands next to me, rubs his hard-on over my face. It feels good, so I take it into my mouth briefly. But I want to be the center of attention now. So after a bit I release it. He continues rubbing it over my face.
A couple of greased fingers enter my ass. Where'd he get the lube? I spread my legs wider, but his mouth continues sucking my balls. It feels almost better than the blow job. Then the guy sucking me stands. He's jacking off, I know. I get confirmation moments later when he shoots on my chest.
The cock is rubbed more firmly over my face, I feel large balls on my forehead. He's close too. Sure enough, soon his cream is spattering on my chest and neck.