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The Taking of Panman 1 2 3 A story of Sex, Drugs, and Rock-n-roll in the Virtual 90's by CQ of course
My encounter begins on a hot dry summer evening. I was sitting at the keyboard, smoking a bowl, the room quiet and dark but for the glow of the muted television and my monitor, while Sound Garden wailed low in the background singing "Black Hole Sun" on CD. The windows were thrown open to allow a nice hot dry July breeze to blow through the room, and I had just been on a beer run. Life is good.
I log to Worldlink through my local BBS and Jack into the Matrix.
While in WL chat, I realize there is a better crowd on-line tonite.
Usually it's a plethora of 14 year olds with bad skin and even worse
attitudes, but, this is a fantasy, so I instead find a lot of Grid
Friends with whom I correspond daily over the WL Bulletins. Hail Hail The Gangs all here.
Noticing Zaphod is linked, I send a whisper to him...
/Zaphod Found any lovelies to stuff tonite Stud? I know how
tough it is for you straight boys to get laid these days. GRIN
There is a painfully long delay, since WL chat kinda sucks that
way, but finally his reply comes over the line, routed and rerouted
through every possible circuit in the country.
Whisper from Zaphod: Uh... Not Tonite... Not exactly...
Well. That was to the point. I guess. Then, something totally
unexpected happened.
Whisper from Zaphod: What part of the city are you located in?
Huh? I'm thinking to myself.
/Zaphod I'm in Midtown. Why?
Whisper from Zaphod: I'm in Kansas City on business. I'm on a laptop
right now. I thought maybe we could meet. Feel up to drinks? MY Treat.
Well! This is a man after my own heart! Buy CQ a beer and a shot
and he's YOURS.
/Zaphod Sure! Why not! Where do you want to meet?
Whisper from Zaphod: How about the Dixie Belle Saloon? I have a friend
with me. Is that ok?
Uh oh. This is starting to suck. Dixie Belle is the local gay
leather bar (Do they have STRAIGHT Leather bars?)
Funny he should pick THAT particular place. All I needed to ruin
a beautiful night was to get the shit kicked out of me by a couple of
Fag Bashers. But, being the kinda guy I am, I gotta say yes.
(I'm a Yes kinda Guy)
/Zaphod Uh.. this friend... is he like... an asshole or something?
Whisper from Zaphod: NO! Grin. Actually, I think you'll like the guy.
/Zaphod Sure. Ok. How bout a half hour?
Whisper from Zaphod: Sounds good. How will we know you? I'm wearing
a white button down dress shirt and jeans. My friend is in a bright
red tank top and jean shorts.
/Zaphod I'll be the Faggy looking guy in the leather vest and all the
piercings. I have a moustache, 3day beard and a ponytail. I'll also
be wearing mirrorshades and an evil grin.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
I look at myself in the mirror (I keep a huge mirror by my desk
just because Hemmingway said that Writers should never keep a mirror
beside them or they would never get anything done. I prove him wrong
every day.) and think to myself "CQ, you're screwing up. This is NOT
a good idea." Then I get up and take a shower...
Entering the bar, the disco version of "Don't Cry for me
Argentina" blasts away at my senses, throwing me off balance for a
moment. I always hate this part. Which is why I try to never show up
at a bar sober.
By the time I make my way through the densely packed crowd
of sweating male flesh, trying to get to the bar, Depeche Mode starts
in with "Personal Jesus", which is normally much more tolerable, but
tonite reminds me of my lover Jesus who has taken the little CQ Clones
to his Mother Mary's for the month, and the fact that, since he's been gone, it's been a while since I got laid.
Ordering a shot of Yukon Jack and a Yukon and Orange Juice,
I down the shot and take my drink, looking around for a white button
down and a red tank.
I tell one fag "Thanks" when he comments that he likes my tattoo
(it runs down my right forearm and says CYBERPUNK) as I put up with a
few tugs on the chain that hangs between my double pierced tits, and
one who just HAD to tug at my belly ring, answering all those questions
I have to answer each time I show off my piercings.
"Yes, it hurt. But not as much as you think. It's over in a
second or two. No, it doesn't hurt now. Yes, I did them myself. Yes,
I have other things pierced."
THERE! I briefly spot the white button down across a sea of
blue smoke and young faces that are MUCH too pretty.
Sliding past half naked sweating men who smell of Old Spice High Endurance and Polo, I grin to a few who pinch my ass, tweak a
few who look like they want it, and ignore the rest.
"Zaphod?" I ask as I approach the dynamic duo.
"Yeah! CQ?"
"Of Course. Someone had to be." I smile, checking out this
double hunk of man meat before me... whoa.
I am IMPRESSED. (Fantasies always work that way you know.)
Zaphod is a middle aged man, about 40, roughly 5'11" weighing
in at about 180. VERY good looking example of Man with dark hair,
thick black moustache and a blue beard shadow. Dense black chest hair
sprouts from the top of his collar and frameless glasses display
intelligent, warm, and deep black eyes. Heavy Sigh.
His friend stands to the side grinning like a Cheshire cat.
He's tall, about 6 foot, long dark hair, about 175 pounds with a
moustache (required in all fantasies) and bloodshot eyes. He's stoned.
I already like this guy.
The friend looks to be about 28, and seeing him standing next
to Zaphod, I can already see that the two of them make a cute couple.
Now I'll need an insulin injection. This is just TOO Sweet.
"So who's your buddy?" I ask Zaphod, trying to be casual about
inspecting his friends long tanned and muscular hairy legs.
"This is Panman." Zaphod grins.
GULP!
After several drinks and lots of laughs over Kato and AJL and
the gang, Zaphod makes the suggestion that we go back to their hotel.
Sounds good to ME!
They of course are staying at the lovely CQ Ritz Carlton,
located conveniently close to the bar on CQ boulevard. Standing up with
my upper body sticking out of the sun roof, I wave to a few fans along
the way, grateful that the Limo is not drawing too much attention tonite.
On the way, they talk of their wives and kids at home, asking
questions about my lover Jesus and the little CQ clones, and trade
comments on this software or that forum. (It's all very relaxed and friendly is what I'm trying to say here.)
In the hotel room, Zaphod turns off the A/C and throws open
the sliding glass doors, to allow the perfect summer night into the
room. I watch his denim clad, nicely muscled ass, as he fixes us all
drinks.
I'm startled from my reverie as Information Society singing
"Come with me" suddenly blasts from a CD player. Turning around to
see what Pan is doing, I'm shocked (But not unappreciative) finding
Pan stripped down naked, drawing out lines on a mirror as he winces
at the pot smoke stinging his eye, from the joint dangling from his
lips.
"Get comfortable." Zaphod says in his deep mellow voice as he
hands me the drink, unbuttoning his own shirt, grinning slyly.
Say no more! Say no more! I'm up from the bed and getting as
naked as the day I was born, in less than a heartbeat.
This is gonna be fun...
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Subject: Zaph 2/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: C_Q@cedge.uu.holonet.net Date: Sat, 11 Feb 95 12:39:47 EST
"Suck it deep." Pan says to me with a sly smile on his face.
Looking up at him standing before me, I am on my knees in front of him, wo rshipping his long thick cock. Running my tongue back along it's length, I agai n take the head in my mouth, kissing it, as I run my tongue in under the thick fleshy foreskin, tasting his muskiness.
"Eat that mans cock." I hear Zaphod instruct me as he finger fucks my ass with quick forceful strokes. Cleaning the head with my lips and tongue, I run t he fat cock head over my moustache, tickling the sensitive glans with the brist les. When I feel him shiver, I stick my tongue out and shove my face down it's length, pulling the shaft into my throat and beyond.
"Oh yeah.'' Pan moans shaking his head back and forth. 'ohyeah ohyeah ohye ah.' He chants.
I'm amazed that a computer geek could be so well hung, but then, who am I to question the miracles contained in the double helix?
Up on my knees and running my hands over Pan's tight muscled ass as I cont inue to deep throat his manhood, I gasp in pleasure feeling Zaphod behind me fi ngering my ass and issuing directives.
'Lick him. Suck it. Open that ass for me.'
Pulling off of Pans long dick to get my breath, I hug his crotch to my fac e tightly as I feel Zaphod insert a third finger into my butt, rotating his fin gers faster and faster, the greasy digits opening me up, relaxing my muscles, a s his fingertips reach in deeper to massage my prostate, sending waves of pleas ure through me and making me break out in a sexual sweat.
"Nice ass." Zaphod says in his low deep voice as he explores me further. ' Nice tight ass.'
My nose buried in Pans bush, I inhale his essence deep, licking his balls as I begin to pant. Pans long thick cock lays heavy across my face as my hands roam over his thighs and butt. My face is slick and wet with drool and precum f rom Pans dick.
"I wanna fuck that ass." Zaphod tells me lustily.
At that moment, the only thing I want is to bring pleasure to these two me n, and go back down on Pan, deep throating him faster as drool runs down my chi n, showing me for the grovelling slut that I am. I know that if I dare to touch
my own dick, I'll be shooting all over the place and this game will definitely
be over for a while.
Pans long hard dick pounds the back of my throat as it forces it way down
my gullet, making me whine a bit from being so overwhelmed with lust. My legs weak with desire, my thighs tremble and all I can think of at the moment is thi s growing NEED deep inside my ass, and only one thing will satisfy it.
"Oh dear God fuck me." I hear myself beg as I again hug my face to Pans cr otch, feeling his throbbing prick rub my face beside my nose, the warm turgid f lesh an expression of my skill at cocksucking and Pans randiness.
Zaphod mercifully grants me my wish, removing his fingers from my ass, and
placing the head of his heavy fat dick against my asshole. I'm mewling like a kitten licking Pans cock and balls as I feel Zaphod's massive sex begin to forc e it's way inside me.
"Shove it in man. HARD." I demand as I go back down on one of the nicest p ieces of meat I've had in a while.
Gnawing on Pans thick foreskin, a flash of exquisite pain erupts in my bra in as I feel Zaphod forcing himself inside me with one deep thrust. My ass burn s like the fires of hell from being split open with his fat cock. This is alway s the best part of getting screwed for me. That first thrust. It makes me feel like I'm really getting FUCKED. Like a MAN. By a MAN.
With Pans foreskin between my teeth, I bite down in reflex from the sharp searing pain my butt is feeling, causing him to shoot all over my face.
Long ropy strands of thick white cum shoot over my face as I gasp in pleas ure. I feel Pans nuts tight up against his body as his dick continues to throb,
shooting wads into my hair, moustache and nose.
'Yeahhhhh' I hear a voice say.
Zaphod is banging away at my ass furiously with his thick beer can dick, w atching the scene before him. His arms are hugging me tightly to his hairy musc led chest as he shoves harder and faster, making me crazy with lust as I feel t he fat head of his dick pounding up into my guts.
"Take it baby." Pan says grabbing my head, and shoving his long dick down my throat, face fucking me as the last of his copious load continues to shoot d own my throat.
My hands are shaking as they stroke his muscled thighs, roaming all over h is butt, holding his crotch to my wet cum slimed face. I feel his long cock thr obbing inside my throat as he shoots the last of his load.
Just as Pan begins to step back, Zaphod reaches forward and grabs Pans ass , holding him to my face and keeping the long dick in my mouth as he continues to pound away at my hungry butt from behind.
I feel like a Manwich. And I am in heaven.
"You like that mans dick." Zaphod pants into my ear as his fat meat pounds
my prostate, sending me over the edge. It sounds more like a statement than a question, which makes me nod in agreement.
My mind is several million miles away hearing Zaphods deep voice talking d irty to me, whispering of sleazy acts he wants to see me perform for he and Pan , talking dirty in his hot wet voice so near to my head yet sounding like a dis tant whisper.
With Pans long but now soft dick still lodged in my throat, my body reacts
to the masculine abuse and I am suddenly cumming without touching my dick. The
electric feeling deep inside me, sends a signal to my nuts and I realize I'm s hooting all over Pans shins and feet in front of me.
There is nothing I can do to stop myself as my dick waves in the air of i t's own volition, shooting hot splattering wads of cum everywhere. My prostate is doing is thing, flexing and refluxing over and over, pumping the cum up out of my nuts and out my dick, making my asshole pulsate and grip the fat pole tha t is stuffing me full and satisfying my hunger.
'Oh YEAHHHH' I hear Zaphod yell as his huge meat throbs deep inside me. Th e fat throbbing cock and his deep thrusts trigger yet another flash of light an d pain in my mind, making my bowels work overtime, to pump even more spunk out of me, producing some where there was none before.
Sweating like horses, and panting from exhaustion, I feel Pan step back fr om me. I am still impaled on Zaphods softening but still huge cock as I feel hi s legs give way, sitting back on his heels, the fat knob coming free of my over stretched asshole with a pop.
I fall forward with the side of my face on the carpet, sweating and exhaus ted from the workout, feeling better than I have in a long time. My heart is be ating fast and steady as my body begins to wind down. My tongue tiredly reaches
out of my mouth to lick a string of sticky cum from my moustache as I smile at
the two of them.
'Tomorrow morning boys...' I say tiredly from behind heavy lidded eyes. '. ..It's MY turn.'
They both look at me and grin in agreement as they pick me up from the flo or and put me in bed between the two of them.
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