Disclaimer: IF YOUR ARE LEGALLY UNDERAGE TO VIEW OR READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIALS - STOP NOW. THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING MALES. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS WORK OF TOTAL FICTION ARE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 22 - 45 YO.
Notice : Even though this story is written in "I" narrative, it is total fiction. Any similarity between any character in this story and any real person is purely coincidental.
`Theme Park Punk Hunk' By Avitar avitar_two@hotmail.com
It was mid-July, my friends and I were at the local theme park for a day of fun. The sun was fucking hot as we spent the majority of our time waiting in line for a thrill ride that maybe would last a minute or two. Even though I have a gold ring in my left ear, you might say I was the only masculine in our group of four. To the knowing, I'm sure we looked like a stud with his harem of "twinkies" in tow. The others were just friends as I preferred the more straight looking guy to the feminine type. I idled way my waiting line time by checking out all the teenagers. I would fantasize what they would look like if I was kneeling in front of their naked bodies, ready to suck. I always wore dark sunglasses to keep my eyes from betraying me. This day was no exception as the park was loaded with good looking young hunks. At 24, I enjoyed the manhood of late teens up to the thirties.
After several line waits, I had noticed a certain group of punk looking teenage couples (boy/girl) always waiting in the same line. One particular boy was extremely handsome, four rings in his left ear, one in the right, heavy black eyebrows, hazel eyes and broad shoulders. He was wearing those damn baggy shorts, a loose fitting Tommy Hilfiger, sandals and the usual backwards ball cap with the tied black ponytail barely visible. From what I could see he appeared to have a nice tan. His wrists and hands were amply formed. His girl was the typical punk, bleached blond (with dark roots showing) shaggy spiked hair. She had more rings than I could count in her ears with another in the side of her nose and still another in eyebrow. I wondered how bizarre their sex was.
It was late afternoon, my group was sitting at a table near one of the food courts. The hamburgers were closer to cardboard than food. Being a fast eater, I had polished mine off, not really wanting to taste it. Needing to piss, I headed for the restroom hidden behind the food court. It was one of the smaller at the park, never crowded.
I had just started my piss at the trough, when in walks the punk hunk. He glances around, checking if we alone. He moves to beside me, pulls out his long thick cock and starts his heavy stream. I could see from the corner of my eye, he was looking my direction at my face, not down. I knew he would know for sure if I took a better look at his equipment. I didn't care if he did, I tuned slightly, looked at his beautiful cock for at least 5 seconds before turning up to his face. He smiled a wicked grin, "Like what you see?"
I shrugged a "Maybe." "Think, you could throat it?" he boldly asked. "Probably," I quickly answered. "You free tomorrow evening, my woman goes to work at 5?" "Nothing that can't wait," I answered. "Know the EZ Mart at Bedford and Wallace?" "Sure." "Meet you there at 6," he offered as he stuffed his half hard cock back in his shorts. "Okay," my heart racing at the thought of sucking his stiff prick. "How old are you?" I questioned as he neared the door. "Nineteen, ....home for the summer," and he was gone.
Our groups joined a couple more times that day in waiting lines. He grinned at me several times with his wicked little smile. He whispered something to his girl once, she had turned to look my direction, stifling a giggle. She appeared to be several years younger but I learned later, she was a year older than he. A twist in my stomach told me he was playing with my head, having no intention of showing up or worse still - showing up with a bunch of friends to roll the faggot.
On Sunday, I spent the day relaxing, taking in a movie. I usually went to the bar in the afternoon but opted to stay sober just in case the encounter took place. I also wanted to be able to defend myself in the event of things taking a nasty turn.
I arrived 15 minutes early, wanting to check things out. I parked in a place affording me a quick exit and a view of the surrounding area. At 10 after 6, I was preparing to leave as a new black Mustang GT wheeled onto the parking lot. The driver looked around, spotting me, pulled up beside. He bounced out and up to my window.
"Still okay for a blow?" he asked as my window went down. "Yeah, sure." "Don't expect anything from me, I'm not doing a thing but let you suck," he added. I nodded okay. "Where you live? I told him the street. "That's in "Fagville", right?" he knowingly questioned. I nodded again. "Mind if I leave my car down at the mall? You can give me a ride back, okay?" "Sure"
I breathed a sigh of relief, didn't have to worry about him having a cell phone to give friends directions to where we were going. He was obviously concerned someone might see his car parked in my neighborhood. I kept a careful eye to insure we weren't being followed. In the past year, there had been a couple of brutal murders of guys in their apartments. I had no intention of being added to the list.
He seemed suitably impressed with my apartment. I didn't mind him knowing where I lived as the open garage was on the first floor, a heavy steel door led to the stairs and the living areas on the 2nd and 3rd, meaning there were no windows on the ground level. It was one of the new loft style with concrete floors, exposed beams and stairs.
"Well, here we are, I'm Aaron, and you're...?" I said. "Christopher, and don't call me Chris, I hate it," he answered. "Okay Christopher, you hungry, had dinner, want a drink?" "Yeah, I'm starved" "I can order a pizza if that's okay." Great.....you got any vodka and 7 ?" he responded.
I went to the kitchen, phoned the pizza order and made him a double vodka 7.
When I returned, he had stripped to his loose fitting Joe Boxers and was roaming the room checking out my gay art pieces. His manhood was soft but still made quite a statement through the thin material. I was definitely hot for his body. As I handed him his drink, I caressed his cock. Smiling, he pushed my hand away, "You really want it don't you......wait til after we eat....you can have it all you want."
I removed my shirt, leaving my shorts. He nodded approvingly as he surveyed my chest... "Jesus, did that hurt?" he exclaimed as he saw the gold bar thru my left nipple.
"Nah, no more than an ear." "Holy shit, that's totally cool on you" as his eyes danced wildly, "Can I check it out?" "Sure" His gentle fingers moved it around as he examined. My cock started to respond to his fingers and I mentioned it to him. He immediately withdrew his fingers.
We sat and talked while awaiting the pizza. I learned his parents lived in the most exclusive part of the city, meaning they were filthy rich. They were very conservative, did not approve of his girlfriend nor was he allowed to wear his earrings while around them. He had completed his freshman year at a state university, majoring in business administration (his father's choice).
After we ate we talked a few more minutes. "Are you straight, bi or what?" I asked. "I'm straight, man, just always heard a guy sucks better cock than a woman," he explained. "You were pretty bold at the park yesterday." "Yeah, well, I thought you were checking me out and it was easy to figure you're gay by all the `prissies' you were with," he chuckled. "I decided to see if you'd look at my cock at the pisser. When you did, I knew for sure." "Little cocky aren't you?" I jokingly asked. "Yeah.....but I've got a big dick....and you do want it don't you," his wicked grin was back. He had my number for sure. "You bet....looks like you need something now," I replied, noticing his manhood straining to be free.
He stood up, sliding his boxers to the floor, his 9 plus inches throbbing at a 45 degree angle down. Without hesitation, I was on my knees. My hand cupped his huge heavy balls as I licked his semi-hard shaft to get it slick. I had no trouble throating him in one smooth steady stoke.
"Ah fuck man, take it all.....oh yeah....that feels so fucking good....yeah, suck my big cock," he rasped. His hands moved to my head as he started a slow withdrawal. As the head neared my lips, he hands urged me to meet his slow forward thrust deep into my throat again. Out and back in he pushed, again and again, each stroke gaining in tempo. His cock, even though hard was flexible enough to glide without painful jabbing. After slamming my face for a minute, he pulled halfway out.
"Suck me hard," he commanded. "Yeah, hard like that....harder....oh fuck yes!!" After half a minute of hard sucking he grabbed my head, ramming deep into my throat again. He held me as he ground his pubes into my lips, holding and pushing, straining to the max. "Oh fucking yes.....I'm cumming!!!!" he screamed as he rammed.
I backed off when his hands moved from my head to my shoulders to support his trembling legs. His volume was not as large as I had expected but no complaint from me as I drank, my hand milking every drop from his flesh.
He sank back to the sofa, his eyes closed, smiling. I joined beside him. He didn't resist as my hand explored his heaving torso, my fingers teased his hard nipples, a small hum emitting from his inner being.
After a few minutes he opened his eyes, "Totally fucking awesome, dude." "Thanks, I thought so too," I replied, "Want another drink?". "Yeah, same as before."
He sipped his drink as my hands gently rubbed his beautiful body. His cock was hard again but I ignored it hoping to arouse him for another round of sex. I asked him why he had decided to get sucked by a guy. He readily explained his girlfriend had suggested it. She had a girlfriend who she liked to tongue her pussy when ever she wanted it. She had even tried to get him in a three way with her. He admitted he probably would except he thought the girl was a little too fat for his taste.
My hands had done their magic, he was ready, his cock pulsating at full staff.
"Again?......Upstairs?" he asked grinning. "Sure" He leapt from the sofa, bounding for the open stairs. I marveled at his lean muscled movement. He took the stairs two at a time, his hard cock and balls bounced heavily. I hurried to catch up. As I entered, he lay on his back in the center of the bed, his legs spread wide, both hands behind his head with the most devilish `come-here' look on his face. I went straight for his luscious balls. First I took one, sucking it greedily into my mouth...he moaned deeply...I relinquished and sucked in the other....the moaning deepened....I forced the first back in with it's twin. He raised his legs to give me better access. The aroma of his manhood intoxicated me. His nuts slipped from my lips as my tongue explored deeper below. His hips raised, his legs spread giving me a signal to tongue even further. The hair in his crevice was harsh, still I probed. I circled his most private, teasingly not entering the doorway. "No fingers or anything else but your tongue," he whispered. "Stick your tongue in my hole....yeah....do it." I continued to circle, he whimpered in pleasure and want. "Please do it, please," he begged, "I want your hot tongue."
I darted the tip, he bucked, I plunged, ramming my tongue as hard as I could against the puckered opening. I changed from probing to sucking. He was wild, his hand jacked his pole furiously as he pushed his ass harder into my face. He was yielding, my tongue began to enter, probing deeper. "Oh fucking yes....inside me....inside....deeper," he hissed. My tongue plunged harder, he screamed in pleasure, his hole clamped. I could feel the wave of eruption as it burst forth in great
gushing streams. I heard his agony as the fire coursed thru his rigid body. Again and again he convulsed. He lay spent and weak, gasping deep breathes, whimpering as the intense pleasure faded.
I finally told him I was going to the bathroom to relieve myself. "If you mean jack-off, you can do it here....I'd like to watch," he offered.
I lay beside him, his hand caressed my inner thigh as I stoked my nearly eight inches. His torturous hand finally cupped my aching nuts, squeezing gently. His lips found my right nipple, he sucked lightly. I thrust upwards as my cock exploded, huge globs sailed over my head. I continued to blast large amounts, spraying the both of us.
"WOW....You shoot like that every time?" He asked in amazement. "Not always," I managed through heaving breathes.
As I took him back to his car, he asked if he could come again. I assured him I would enjoy that very much. His devilish smile returned.
It was Thursday when he next called. He arrived promptly, telling me he didn't have much time as he had to be home early. I wasted no time leading him to the bedroom, quickly sucking him dry. He seemed to enjoy it as much as before. I intended to masturbate beside him but he stopped me, saying he had to go. I disappointedly turned off the lamp and followed him towards the stairs as his clothes were in the living room.
Suddenly he stopped, turned around gripping my shoulders with his hands. "Don't move!" he huskily ordered.
His hands began to glide, first my neck, slowly down to my pecs, his fingers lightly pinched my un-pierced nipple before traveling to my trim waist. He explored my hips, hooked his thumbs in my briefs, taking them down as he knelt. I felt one hand gently cup my balls as the other encircled my raging tool. I knew what he was going to do and eagerly awaited his soft lips.
I heard him mutter, "Just do it," as he leaned forward licking the piss slit. Again he licked, I felt his lips pressed against the tip. I felt his hot breathe as he opened, sucking in my cock to the back of his mouth. He gagged slightly, backing off. He began to suck with urgency, jacking with his hand as he sucked, gently caressing my full nuts. It didn't take long as I was fully primed before he started. I warned him, he backed off but kept the head pressed against his closed lips as he stroked. I unloaded with my usual force, covering his face and nostrils, some even invaded his closed lips. He stood up, moved forward wiping his cum soaked face on my chest.
"You like that," he asked. "Fuck, yes," I replied. "Wasn't as bad as I thought....if your good, maybe I'll do it again someday," he smirked. It was over a week before I heard from him again, a Friday night. He wanted to come over if I wasn't busy. I assured him he was much better than the bar. He told me I might not think so when he got there. He asked me to take a shower before he arrived in 45 minutes, offering no further explanation. I was puzzled by his request, did I have body odor, or Maybe He wanted to try what I had done to him. The thought of his tongue in my ass sent shivers through me, hell, we hadn't even kissed yet
I was nearly speechless when I saw both Christopher and his girlfriend at the door. Reluctantly, I ushered them inside. Christopher looked a little concerned, she looked like a vixen with a naughty secret. He could see I was some what displeased and asked to speak with me private.
"What's going on here?" I asked. "It's all Sherry's idea, she won't leave me along about it," he responded. "About what" "She wants to have sex with us," he softly explained with guilt plastered all over his face. "No way Christopher, I don't do girls." "Wait, it's not what you think.....you won't have to do much," "What, is not much?" I asked. He blushed. She wants to tongue your asshole while I fuck her..........and she wants you turned so I can suck you at the same time," he said as he suddenly stopped breathing, waiting on my answer. I was stunned as I considered his proposal. He sensed my hesitation. " Please Aaron, please do it.....I really want to know what it feels like to fuck someone while I suck you off...I'll even let you cum in my mouth...please." he begged. "I don't know," I said slowly shaking my head. "Oh please, please....I'll come back another time and do what ever you want." I thought for another moment, "Oh okay, just this once and only because I really like you." "Thanks," he beamed as he leaned forward giving me a light kiss on the cheek. "Okay, let's go," as he rushed back to the living room, grabbed her hand, almost dragging her up the stairs. As I followed, I began to wonder it this really had been her idea, maybe it was his all along.
When I arrived, they were both almost naked as they struggled from their remaining garments. Sherry wasn't bad looking for a girl, nice firm round breasts and a hairy bush. She sat on the side of the bed as she sucked on his big dick, he was rock hard in just a few moments. She wet his member thoroughly before sliding back onto the bed. He scrambled up between her legs, lifting them up. He promptly inserted two fingers in her cunt, massaging to spread her already flowing juice.
I watched as he moved quickly into position, the head of his cock disappeared on the first poke. He stoked again, burying himself deeper. The third stoke, he rammed fully, I saw his balls bounce off her butt cheeks. He started to slowly long dick her wet pussy . I watched in awe as his huge muscle plowed into her. My asshole twitched, I have never been much into getting fucked, but now,...now I was fantasizing how his beautiful cock would feel ramming in my hole to my guts. I was returned to reality when Christopher spoke. "We're ready...sit on her face...give me your dick," he rasped in the heat of passion. I moved to the other side, crawling on my knees until I was directly above her. She was licking her lips, her eyes looked like a wild bitch in heat. As I settled back, her hands spread my cheeks for better access. I had never considered what the experienced mouth of a pussy eater could do to an asshole - I soon found out. Her tongue muscle was strongly pushing into my ever relaxing pucker. She was eating, sucking and probing, all at the same time. My eyes were half closed in ecstasy as she invaded. Christopher lunged on my cock, ramming it to the back of his mouth. I grabbed his head, impaling him rapidly on my straining dick, not wanting to risk thrusting and losing that hot tongue in my hole. I could feel his throat trying to yield, I pushed at the opening, urging his head forward, I ordered him to swallow. As he obeyed, my downward curved cock plunged fully down his waiting throat. His teeth dug into my crotch before I let him back off. He looked at me like a wild animal before he plunged back down. We were all moaning loudly, Sherry's pussy was being roughly assaulted as Christopher rammed her fully, repeatedly. Her tongue was being stretched from her mouth as she tried to force more into my willing cavity. He was plunging roughly on my cock, ramming me fully in his throat. I could last no longer, without warning, I partially withdrew so he could fully take my load as I emptied violently. His teeth gnawed my meat as he rammed home hard enough to split her, pumping his guts deep inside her. Sherry started to squirm with climax as my cum ran from his mouth onto her chest. We had all hard climaxed in a chain reaction and were now sprawled around the bed trying to bring our convulsing bodies back under control.
After a few minutes, I felt out of place. I grabbed my robe and excused myself to the kitchen. About 20 minutes later, both came downstairs fully dressed and smiling. They both wore their "fresh-fucked" expression very well. They only stayed a few moments longer. It was obvious they wanted to be alone and I needed to digest my emotions of the evening. As they departed, Christopher said he would call later.
It was the next Friday when he called. He wanted to know if he could spend the night. "Christopher, I don't mind at all.....it's just, I don't think I want another 3 way with your girlfriend," I explained. "Oh, we don't either," he quickly answered. "Don't you have a date with Sherry tonight?" "Nah, she's busy," "Is it okay with her for you to come over here?" "Yeah....I think she might be seeing her girlfriend tonight....she said it was okay with her as long as I didn't do something stupid like falling in love with you," he explained. "Yeah right, guess she doesn't have anything to worry about then, does she?" I joked. ( s i l e n c e )................. "See you in about 30 minutes," he finally answered in a soft voice as he hung up the phone.