Non-Fatal Attraction

By Blonde All Over / Blonde Mountaineer / Light Mountaineer

Published on Aug 15, 2002

Gay

Non-Fatal Attraction - Part 4: Back for More & Conclusion

by Blonde

I thank the readers who wrote their encouragement to continue with another episode. This is the concluding chapter. All the usual disclaimers apply.


When the cab pulled up to the row house, Tyrone was waiting for us on the cast iron and red brick stoop. I had to almost coax Ari to climb out of the cab. A wary expression from my new companion in erotic adventure was put at ease by Tyrone breaking into a broad grin. "Whassup friends?"

From within the premises I heard a voice chuckle out, "probably their little dicks." He was right on my account. I could hardly wait to be inside with clothes off in their presence. I realized I was going to have to bench my impatience on Ari's behalf.

"Hey man," Tyrone beamed at Ari sincerely. "Sorry we got so rough with you that other time. Me and the bro's was just a little too horny. We wouldn't a done nuthin' to really hurt you. If you like your friend Blonde here, you gonna like what we got in store for you. We all's gonna do things only that makes us all happy." As he mouthed the words of his last remark, he shot a belligerent "or else" expression at his colleagues just the other side of the threshold.

In retrospect, it seems we almost drifted up that drooping stairway into the same intimate little room. Tyrone was accompanied by only two of his proteges on this occasion. "You pussy boys can strip now." Removing items of clothes seemed almost effortless to me, but I had to reassuringly assist Ari out of his garments simultaneously as he still suffered from pangs of reluctance. I discreetly massaged his gender zone as I did so, but he was already "at attention" when I first groped. Being naked, aroused, and conspicuously leaking excitement juice from my pee hole now seemed almost second nature to me. But I had to move aside Ari's hands to keep them from concealing his male organs from the scrutiny of others.

"We got ourselves a couple o' sweet pussy boys with their peepees ready for action," Tyrone exclaimed to the amusement of his friends. "Before we fucks them, let's find out what it looks like when boy bitches get it on. Show us how you fuck your Asian friend, Blonde pussy." This suggestion helped to put Ari at ease as he contemplated that activity was going to at least commence with sex between each other. I had managed to grab a small tube of lube from clothes as I guided Ari to the bed. The others spotting it prompted a playful round of consternation.

"Ohhh, you need `slick'em' to have your tight little pussies screwed by cocks. Well get 'em greased good, because when we shove our fat man cocks up your tight little holes, won't be no grease on 'em."

I encouraged my partner in this spectacle to lie back on the bed and lift and spread his legs that would otherwise hang over the side. I had to crouch only slightly to line up my dripping glans to the puckering hole that I had Ari expose by spreading his ass cheeks for theatrical explicitness.

"Dats right, sluts."

"Fuck like rabbits."

"Poke your little stick in brown slut's tight hole, you white pussy. He want it hard and fast."

"Give us a show. Show us how you queer boys do it." I had been encouraged in displays of open sexual activity before, but never with such eager and contemptuous derision. Rather than be humiliated by it, we were both stimulated and enervated to couple with boundless enthusiasm and fervent physical interactions. The tissues of his resistant ass ring collapsed to the insistent pressure of my ramrod and my man head and shaft pummeled all the way in to Ari's tightly gripping exquisitely moist and fleshy love tunnel all in one forward stroke. He gasped and moaned to the instant invasion and I deliberately moaned and grunted to enhance the effect for our focused audience. As Ari's ankles and calves relaxed on my shoulders, I grabbed the tops of his thighs and hips much tighter to enable a fast paced thrusting and stroking to franticly pump his flexing hole and exercise the urges of my contact-hungry male tool. I was delirious with mounting heat and Ari now used his hands and forearms to thrust his ass forward to meet the aggressive forward strokes of my insatiable meat. Our audience was whistling and jeering to the presentation of base sexual contact between two males. As I felt the buildup of heat and pressure in my loins near my balls, I knew release was not far off. I reached with my right hand to play with and fondle my partner's pulsing wood and sac. He squealed with delight to these attentions while we both never skipped a beat. I brought his responsive swelled roll of meat to a dancing climax, his thin strongly aromatic white sluice jetting from his pee hole and striking him on the chin at first shot. The mechanics of his orgasmic function forcing a rigid hold on my penetrating probe, my loins exploded in a hot wet release. I moaned uninhibitedly with joy as the liquids of my heated eruption squirted deeply into the intimate cavern which was the source of my intense pleasures. Before my last shuddering spasm, my warm slippery offering was already slipping sweetly back over my throbbing buried joystick. Within seconds, I exited his posterior opening to a trail of my own white jism flowing down his lower back.

"That was a nice show, pussy friends." Tyrone applauded with the others. "It is sweet to see how you queer boys have fun with each other. Now it is time to get it on with the big boys!" Tyrone had stripped naked and his thick long tube steak with bulging veins was the object of an unrelenting stare by Ari. The compelling seductive attraction of Tyrone's and his gang mates hard unconcealed gender- defining organs erased whatever residual discomfort and fear my companion may have experienced. He immersed himself in the opportunity to be of service to our horny hosts with the same joy and galling initiative as I. He now shared with me the large sumptuous cocks to suck and lick and ride rough shod with the heavenly heated friction of our heartily humped ever-hungry love holes. He euphorically joined in as I reveled from the depths of my naked being as we were tussled about like vaguely animated sensual rag dolls. For the second time (and what I assumed would not be the last), I was subjected to what another might regard as degrading assaults. Once again, I was thrilled to be bandied about and brusquely handed over as a convenient object for which aggressive naked horny men could each in turn gratify their coarse physical drives, in a manner only limited by their lust absorbed imaginations.

*****************************************************CONCLUSION

The next month Ari, who took longer to recover than I from our mutual round of sexual escapade, completed his final exams and graduated. We spent his last two days in this country together mostly naked and in frequent sexual couplings. Try as we might, we could not re-create the heights of ecstasy we achieved at the disposal of our rugged and fearsome acquaintances. Our parting was a sad and tearful one. Somehow, I sensed that future rendezvous would be in order with my new demanding circle of friends as I contemplated leaving the city. I had completed all my course requirements for this graduate degree and it only remained for me to write my dissertation. That could be done in my "holler" nestled home, forsaking unnecessary future rental payments.

Hard at work on my academic pursuit, my libidinal urge seemed to take a back seat at home quarters. Several months later, when I realized that I would need to consult with department staff on the progress of my labors, my loins burst alive with feelings of thick hot lust as I contemplated a reunion with those who inspired such intense eroticism. From numbing dormancy, distractions of sexual fantasy were frequent and welcome as I was swept into a binge of lively jack offs.

"Hey Blondie man, you comin' to visit us at chocolate streets?" Tyrone piped up with obvious delight over the phone. "Your little tight boy pussy must be awful horny for big black man meat, by now." He was giggling in his gregarious tone. "You know where to come to get your problems solved. Jus' take off your clothes and we takes our meats and give your little hole a good reamin'"

I stayed with student friends in the city but was spotted in the liquor store buying beer as a house gift for my appointed reunion. "Well hello, darlin'." Mercy seemed genuinely pleased to see me. Her face lit up as she revealed a partial agenda for the next day. "You look reeeal good! All Tyrone has been talkin' 'bout is Blonde this and Blonde pussy that." I ignored the amused glares that were prompted by the last remark. Everyone stopped what they were doing when she blurted out her next statement. "We so happy to have you visit, Tyrone can hardly wait to shove his fat cock up your tight little back side. Anyways, don't eat before you come because I am cookin' up some fried chicken and mashed potatoes and greens for the occasion. We all will have one great feast." She hugged me and reached up to give me one sloppy kiss before leaving. I sheepily paid for the beer and exited quickly to the amusement of all present.

The next day I arrived at the premises and was greeted with continued enthusiasm and good humor. My urge for rough sexual contact was again satisfied in style by multiple partners. Before our physical interactions commenced, we ate Mercy's flavorful and hearty meal in the kitchen. I had been assisted out of all my clothes and I was the only one seated naked at the table, as if I were some honored dessert. At the time, this seemed completely natural and almost inevitable.

At the table, Tyrone insisted that everyone raise their glass in toast to me. "I drink to Blonde man as his fuckable self. Someone we always welcome and respect in this house."


Any reader who like me to write another story including any of these characters, please write. Send any comments, suggestions, criticisms, or other story ideas to blondeallover@hotmail.com.


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