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— Originally published in Playguy
magazine - December, 1991 —
Shaggy
hair, sweat pants, and a jiggling dick....
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I was horny
as hell. Maybe it was the weather — unseasonably warm for March, just
hot enough to get those spring mating juices flowing. I was standing in
a phone booth outside the mall, calling every fuck-buddy I could think
of, but they were all out for the evening, or so their answering
machines said.
That's when I saw him. A dark-haired young guy in white sweat pants,
coming out of the drugstore. I watched his dick bobbling back and forth
under the loose cotton as he slowly strolled past me. Then he stopped,
walked back toward me a few yards, and took the end phone in the row of
booths. He dropped a quarter in the slot, and leaned back into the
little waist-high cubicle. After a minute, he started jiggling his leg
and groping himself, practically showing off for me under the light of
the pinkish street lamps overhead.
My own dick was thickening as I dug into my pocket for more coins. I
stacked them on the phone shelf and leafed through my dog-eared address
book. I'd have made the calls from home, but the phones in my building
were on the blink. So now, I had one eye on the cramped writing and the
other on my phone neighbor. He was turning to face into the booth, and
showing a fine tight ass. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he even
looked back out of the corner of his eyes, to see if I was watching.
Which I definitely was. I nodded my head and dialed another number.
This one was for Cy, a humpy auto mechanic I sometimes join after hours
at his garage. I have to wait around awhile 'til the rest of his crew
goes home, but it's always worth it. His specialty is having me sit on
his face and jerk off while he eats my ass and fucks himself with a big
greasy dildo he keeps in a toolbox under the cash register.
No answer. Man, I thought, I'm horny enough to fuck a snake. These guys
know I'm always good for a hot session, no holds barred. In fact,
usually it's them calling me all the time. I gave myself another hearty
grope and dialed again.
Mike wasn't home either — he's the guy who likes to lick my balls for
about half an hour before getting me off. Really digs a hot load all
over his face. Or Petey, who'll leave the door open and be lying on his
back on the kitchen counter, wanting me to walk in and pork his sweet
little butt right there. Or hairy Dave, whose scene is getting naked and
sweaty in a hot shower, then doing a long grunting sixty-nine on his
big, black bath mat.
And what was the guy in the phone booth doing now? He seemed familiar to
me somehow — dark, with slick curly hair and big lips. Sparkling black
eyes that looked like they knew something about me. Long sideburns and a
wispy little moustache. Wiry, defined build, shown off real nice in a
thin black T-shirt with the sleeves ripped out.
And that big thing in those white sweats of his had me really
interested. I swore I could see the heavy head of his dick jostling
around about halfway down his right leg.
Damn. It had been a horny kind of day at the adult counseling center
where I work. A couple of my hotter clients had pretty much come on to
me during our sessions. Like sweet little Maurice sitting there in my
office palming his ripe-looking crotch while he told me how long it's
been since he's gotten off. Or big Albert running his hand down over
that hefty thing in his pants, telling me how much better he'd be doing
in school if he could just get some good head once in a while. Mario
scratched his nuts elaborately and let me know that he wouldn't even be
tempted to break parole if he could just find some hot lip action — that
kind of shit. It had taken all my control not to just shut my office
door and take these guys on, one at a time. But I do have my priorities.
Once the workday is over though, I'm game for anything. And a few busy
signals aren't going to stop me. How about Mel and that long, delicious
cock of his? Maybe we could trade blow-jobs or invite his weightlifter
neighbor in for a three-way.
Busy. Maybe this phone is jinxed, I decided. I scooped my change into
one hand and moved to the next booth. As I did so, the other guy looked
over at me and smiled, then turned away again. Yeah, I definitely knew
him for sure. Just couldn't place him. Though how could I forget that
picture-perfect ass? Maybe if I could hear his voice ...
"I told you, I'm all ready," he said. Voice a little high and nasal,
sounding impatient. His shoulders working. He was practically giving
himself a hand job right on the spot, for Christ's sake. "You said I
should call any time I needed it," he went on. "Well, I'm calling now.
Why? 'Cause I need it bad."
As though to convince the other party, the guy really squeezed his dick
now, and I could definitely see the flared edge of his cock-head as he
rubbed it with his thumb. Those sweat pants really clung to his legs and
butt. And that white cotton just molded itself around his heavy swelling
prick. What with the free show he was putting on, I was beginning to
lose all interest in my phone connections.
"Aw, c'mon," he was saying, "it wouldn't take long. You know how fast I
get off. How big I shoot. Gimme half an hour, you can do me twice, I
guarantee it. Two big juicy loads for the price of one." He had scooped
up his balls now, then looked over at me and caught me watching. I
raised my eyebrows and went back to picking out another possible
playmate from my list. A guy and his giggling girlfriend walked past
toward the parking lot.
"Yeah, well, this really sucks," my phone buddy said loudly into the
receiver after a minute. "You're always tellin' me, 'Rafe, please come
over, you're such a stud, I'd love to get it on with you, I'll do
whatever you want.' And now when I'm telling you I could use some
serious action, suddenly you're too busy."
Rafe? A hot jolt ran through me. He used to live in the neighborhood, in
the big apartment house at the end of my block — that's where I knew him
from. Got into trouble a couple of times, breaking and entering the
local bodega, I think. He'd been sent away to a correctional school a
couple years ago. And now here he was, back in town and looking for
something hot to plug. And from the looks of him, he had the right
equipment to do the job.
"Yeah, well, I don't think I want to wait around 'til the weekend," he
shouted. "There's plenty other things I can do with what I got, believe
me." He slammed the phone down angrily.
"Fuckin' cock-teasers," he said, flashing a hot look at me. "Who needs 'em?"
I nodded in sympathy, but my attention was on his crotch.
His sweats tented out now in a serious way, the head of his fat dick
plainly discernible, making a faint damp spot in the soft cloth. My own
dick throbbed sympathetically. Rafe gave himself another long squeeze,
then walked off in the direction of the back parking lot. I kept my eyes
on that sweet butt of his 'til he'd turned the corner; then I realized
I'd been standing there listening to a dial tone for five minutes. I
snapped back to reality when I heard a car squeal out of the back lot
and speed away.
Hell, I told myself, tucking my address book back into my pocket, maybe
this will be another night of solo-stroking with the baby oil and
triple-X videos. I pocketed the rest of my change and headed for my car.
You'd think they'd want to light these back lots better, I thought — the
mall managers are always whining about the crime rate. I'd parked way in
the back corner, where two low concrete walls hold back a small stand of
stunted pine trees. Most of the other cars were gone. I was trying to
decide which video I'd watch later when I saw him.
Rafe was leaning against the hood of my car, looking off into the
bushes. I didn't notice him at first because of his dark hair and dark
shirt. I didn't see his white sweats at all.
"Can I help you with something, buddy?" I asked as I came around the
side of the car. Then I was sort of sorry I'd spoken.
He had those sweats of his down around his knees, and was pulling and
twisting one of the nicest, fattest dicks I'd ever seen. Thick from the
root all the way out to the head. Big bouncy balls, too. Amazing how a
man's eyes can adjust to the dark if there's something worth looking at.
He glanced up at me.
"Yeah, I could use some help, man. I got me a big problem here, and if
you eat dick, we can take care of it."
"What makes you think I'd be interested?" I asked, trying to play a
little hard to get, even though my tongue was practically hanging out.
Rafe laughed. "I know all about you, man. You work for the state, don't
you? Live half a block from my folk's place? I know you dig getting it
on with guys. I got a cousin who stays with us in the summer; he tells
me he still jerks off over the good head you gave him four years ago."
I guess that's a compliment, I thought.
"Yeah. I've had my eye on you for a while," Rafe said, "way before I
gave you my little show back there by the phones. Don't you think it's
time you and me an' my fat friend here got a lot better acquainted?" He
tugged his dick to one side, and squeezed just the head for me. It
practically filled the palm of his hand.
That was all the convincing I needed. I looked back toward the parking
lot entrance. No one was coming.
"I'll keep watch, man," Rafe said. "It won't take long, I promise you."
He jutted his chin toward my erection, straining in my jeans. "It looks
like you need it as much as I do."
I nodded and squatted down in front of him. Took a deep breath at the
sudden change of perspective. We're talking a really fine dick here. I
reached up to grip the base of his hard-on. Gripped it and squeezed it,
watching the whole length shudder and jump. Yeah, this was what I'd been
looking for all day--a nice dick to munch on. Some cock to suck.
"Oh, man," Rafe sighed, "you're gonna make me crazy, I can tell." I
laughed the best I could around a mouthful of cock-shaft — I was gently
biting my way along one side of his dick and back down the other, while
I rubbed his cock-head against the palm of my hand. He was leaking a
lot, and I smoothed his own slick juices back around his piss-hole. I
know what I can do to a man. His legs jerked and shivered.
"Shit, why did we wait so long for this?" he whispered. I had my mouth
full of his salty, hairy nuts, or I'd have reminded him that he'd been
in the joint for quite a while, and prison guards don't usually let
visitors treat their inmate pals to long, luxurious blowjobs. I hummed
deeply around one of Rafe's nuts, and then gave the other the same
treatment. His cock, bouncing gently with his heartbeat, seemed to get
heavier and harder. This could really be something, I thought.
"Enough playin' around, man. Get to the meat," he urged, pulling at my
ears and stroking my cheeks. I laughed and slicked his cock with another
smear of spit. I like to do things my way, though it is nice to have
some encouragement. Maybe it would be better to get on to the main
attraction ...
I pulled down on Rafe's dick and opened my mouth wide enough to slide
his cock-head in. Delicious. Hot. Broad and firm and tasty. I fed on
that for a minute or two. He didn't have any complaints.
And then, I started to suck my way forward, down along his heavy shaft.
Tonguing my way along. He hunched forward with his hips, but there was
no way I was going to swallow this jawbreaker in one thrust.
"Oh, man, suck it good. I got a lot of juice built up for you, you
better believe it," he said. He was hunched over me, and had wrapped his
arms around my head as he tried to force himself all the way in and down
my throat. I grabbed his balls and pulled. He groaned and shoved more
gently. I pulled back and drove myself forward again. He grunted and
tried desperately once more to feed me all he had. I gave his nuts
another twist. We were getting to understand one another pretty well.
"0h, man," he whined, "please take it all. I know you can do it.
Please?" He straightened up and leaned back against my car, giving me
free and open access to his crotch. I held on to his tensed thighs and
skewered my face with his dick. Twisted my head back and forth. Grated
the back of my throat with his cock-head. Stroked his balls, feeling
them tighten up.
"Did you see anybody?" I gasped quickly between down-strokes. "Is
anybody coming?" He looked back over his shoulder and shuddered.
"Nobody," he said. "Except me, the way you're eating me so good. You
want it? You want my juice in your mouth?" he asked in an intent
whisper. The idea made his cock lunge a little harder. He was definitely
hot to get off, but he wanted permission. I liked that. I ran my fingers
back under his nuts, and he shifted his thighs apart a little, to give
me more room to play.
"I'd love your juice," I told him. "But not right now. Turn around," I
said.
"What for?" he asked. I had a good grip on his legs, and with his ankles
tangled in his sweats, he didn't have much choice. "What you want, man?
I'm almost ready, man."
"I know," I said. "This will only take a minute."
I had him facing my windshield now, and pushed him forward, watching his
ass cheeks spread as he lay down on the cooling metal. Before he had a
chance to think twice, I had my big, hard hands all over his butt, and
wedged my face right in there where his sweat pants had been. Rooted
around. Nosed closer and deeper. Slipped my tongue out and found what I
was looking for.
"Oh, man, that's so dirty," Rafe hissed. "Nobody ever licked me there
before. Oh, man, I can't take it." He had his thighs pressed tight
against the front grill, but he wasn't trying to get away. "Oh, man,
what are you doing to me?"
I'm rimming you, pal, I wanted to say — and don't tell me nobody's ever
thought of doing it to you before. But of course, I couldn't really say
anything because my tongue was already busy, working its way all around
over Rafe's tender, hairless, little hole, and then slipping on through
while his butt muscles jumped and clamped. From the inarticulate gasping
I heard overhead, the guy was in seventh heaven. And if I had my way, I
just might be able to nudge him a little bit higher.
"Oh, yeah, buddy, eat that ass," he grunted as he pushed back against my
face. A quick study, I thought, and then I obliged him. Spread him open
even further and brought my lips and teeth into play, nibbling and
kneading and sucking at his musky opening until I was pretty sure it was
just about ready.
"Now what?" he panted, looking over his shoulder as I stood up slowly
and leaned in against the backs of his legs. "You nearly got me off, you
know. I almost came all over your car here."
"Yeah?" I asked as I unzipped my pants and struggled to release my own
hard-on. "Well 'almost' doesn't count. Let's see if we can't do better
than that."
"Hey, wait, Mister," Rafe said, looking back at me and starting to
wriggle further up onto the hood. I guess he must have gotten a glimpse
of my cock, or felt its heat against the back of his leg: "You don't
want to do anything weird...."
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