Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 09:07:33 PST From: Horatio Nimier Subject: UP ON THE ROOF This post contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. Much of it portrays homosexual actions and lifestyle. If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or if reading material that contains these violates any law or personal or religious beliefs you must exit now without proceeding further. If you're under 18 years old you may not read it either because it is against the law. I regret this because I was once a randy teenager and I feel somewhat two-faced in helping to enforce the law. Hopefully, one day, censorship may disappear along with other vestiges of Big Brother and Mother Grundy. The story is fictional inasmuch as things did not unfold as portrayed. It is based on events that happened on two business trips that did take place. These memories have been cemented together with strips of fiction to make the story cohere. Names and places have been changed. Moreover, the early 80's were different from the present time. Unprotected sex with people whom you don't know well is, like, dangerous and stupid. The stories are dedicated to the memory of my friend, Kerry. UP ON THE ROOF ============== The roof of Colin's apartment building stood like a mesa in the desert of the city outskirts. Taller than any other building within a mile it commanded to the South a view of the Missouri river, idling past a bare half mile away as it had done for centuries. Southwest, toward the orange sky of evening, the city skyline rose, like Ozymandias' monument, to mark man's intrusion on the landscape. Colin's aerie had only rarely, if ever, been used until he moved into his apartment just below. Discovering an ideal spot for nude sunbathing he had cleaned the place up and brought out some garden chairs and a table. A week later, and probably in violation of some obscure fire ordinance, he went out and bought a charcoal grill. After we'd all filed through the door from the hot staircase, Colin demonstrated why he had brought a pair of pliers up with him. Deftly he pulled a pin out of the base of the inside doorknob so it could turn freely without moving the bolt: now nobody could open the door from the inside and surprise us. Being techs, we immediately became embroiled in a debate as to the anticipated changes in wind-speed and direction before we could reach a consensus as to where best to put the chairs, towels and the grill. With that settled to everyone's satisfaction, Colin and Neil set about building up the charcoal and getting it started while Mike and I hung over the parapet watching the shadows lengthen across the road that carried toy cars far below us. Occasionally we'd turn to offer not-too-constructive comments to the other two as the number of used matches increased without the slightest glimmer of a flame amongst the coals. In retrospect I realize that if they hadn't been trying to spray each other with beer much of the time, the job would have been completed more quickly. Eventually, however, Neil poured close on half a bottle of lighter fluid over the charcoal and Colin's next match ignited the fire with a whoom like a Phantom's afterburners and the two of them prudently withdrew to a safe distance to admire their handiwork over their beers. Fortunately the lighter fluid burned quickly and, by the time I noticed Dave's jeep turn into the driveway below us and disappear into the garage, the flames had subsided and the barbecue no longer competed with the Pharos of Rhodes as a wonder of the world. "Hey, Colin, throw me the key," I called, trying to sound casual, "I need to use the can again." Colin tossed the apartment key over without question and I headed off the roof. Once down the stairs I had to wait only a minute outside the apartment door for the elevator doors to open and Dave to step out. The familiar brown bomber jacket was open over his bare chest and the blond hairs standing out against the pink skin gave evidence that he, too, had spent his morning in the sun. Automatically I scanned the faded, torn jeans from where they stretched tight across his basket down to where they stopped, crinkled over his high tops. "Hi, Dave! You made good time, bud," I greeted him. "Yeah -- you said there was action, so I floored it." He grinned at me. He looked at my legs. "Whose jeans are those ? I've seen all your jeans and you don't have any with bleach stains on them. What's been going on here ? You been skimming some off the top, huh?" "Just a warm up," I replied smiling. "Come on upstairs. Colin's got the grill up on the roof." I relieved him of two six-packs of beers and turned into the stairwell. As he followed me up the stuffy passage he pushed his hand between my legs. "Yeah, right. A warm up. These balls feel pretty empty to me." He paused and then asked matter-of-factly, "Have you told Colin about me ?" "Naah. I thought I'd wait for all the actors to be on stage before springing it on him." I said. "That's cool." As I stopped at the door he laughed, "It'll be fun to see his face when he finds out." The doorknob spun uselessly so I banged on the metal. "Yeah ?" came Colin's voice. "It's me," I replied ungrammatically. A brief wait then Colin opened the door. His eyebrows raised when he saw my companion. "Oh! Er...Hi, Dave !" he stumbled. Dave stepped onto the roof and caught sight of Mike and Neil. He and Colin both turned their eyes on me uncomprehendingly. "Guys!" I called. "You know Dave. I invited him over to share the barbie with us. He's been on my course all this week. Did pretty good, too: You're going to have to start watching out for your jobs." Mike and Neil got up and as they walked over I noticed them covertly run their fingers over their zippers, checking if they were closed. They looked a bit bewildered with this latest turn of events. The planned evening seemed to be coming apart. I waited until Dave had taken Mike's outstretched hand and then added "Oh yeah, Dave also lost his virginity to me on Tuesday night." Stunned silence. Everyone froze. The blood raced to Dave's face so fast that his feet must have gone numb. "Chris !" was all that he got through his clenched teeth and tight vocal chords. Neil was the first to break the silence. He pushed Mike aside, strode up to Dave, grabbed the jacket with both hands in front of the collar and pulled Dave to within inches of his face. "You little shit ! How many times have I given you a ride on my bike when we've gone out to lunch and you've never even touched me? Then, the minute this Texan cowboy walks in, you're in bed with him. What's he got that I don't have ?" He pulled his face in mock despair and let go of Dave's jacket. Everyone laughed and the tension evaporated. Dave pointed to Mike and Neil and looked at me with eyebrows raised. "Uh, huh," I answered his silent question, "them, too. We're all gay here." He came over smiling and prodded my chest with his fingers. "You bastard, Chris. None for you tonight." I laughed. "I think there'll be enough to go round." We walked over to the coolers and Colin took Dave's packs from me. After pushing them into the ice he handed Dave and me a cold beer each. He looked at us quizzically. "You quiet guys need to be watched. Just like a swamp -- the calm surface hides the alligator. No-one looking at y'all would think that you guys are like two tomcats on a summer night." Dave paused in opening his beer and looked steadily at Colin. "From what I hear there's a lot of that going around these days," he said reflectively. Mike laughed. "Oh, wow. Zinger! Colin, my man, my guess is that your cover has been well and truly blown for you." "Fuck! I'm out of town a bare week and my reputation's already trashed," Colin moaned. He put his arm around Dave's shoulders and gave a gentle hug. "Glad to have you with us, kid." We drank our beers and while we waited for the coals to burn down we filled Dave in on the day's activities. Colin finished, "We were just getting ready to hear how Mike and Neil met up." He paused and grinned at me. "Then, after that, it seems to me that you owe us an accounting of your week, Lover Boy." Neil took a swig of his beer and started. "Well, it was the end of summer last year. Mike and I were both new on board and CentIns sent us out to California for a course. I had some comp time owing so I took the Thursday and Friday off and rode out on my bike. Mike was going to bring the rest of my stuff with him on the plane, so I could travel light. It was Sunday afternoon when I came into Santa Clara. We had reckoned if CentIns was going to make us share rooms, we were going to get a real nice hotel, so I'd booked a room at the Doubletree. I checked in and turned my not inconsiderable charm on the young lady at reception. It worked so well that I got us this great room, way high up, looking south out toward San Jose. "Mike's plane should've landed already, but he still had to drive down from San Francisco airport. I was alone in the room and already beginning to have second thoughts about this week. I was kinda thinking that it would've been better to get a cheaper hotel where I could be by myself and lie around reading porn and jacking off: having a straight guy share a room was really going to be a downer." We laughed. "Hey! Don't forget, Mike and I barely knew each other - - we'd worked together about four weeks by then -- and really all we'd talked about was work. We hadn't even discussed going into San Francisco together after the course at night, although I had strapped my spare helmet onto the rear saddle just in case Mike wanted to ride with me. But there was another thing, too: I had only had my rings for about two weeks and I didn't know how he'd react to that if he saw them, either. Some guys are strange about men and ornaments. "I took advantage of my last moments of privacy to have a quick jack, then I took my leather racing-suit off and put on the only other clothes I had with me -- a pair of cut-offs. I was still lying on the bed like that, watching TV, when Mike comes in. Shit, you should've seen the guy....." "OK. Wait a minute. Now hear my side of this story," Mike interrupted. He took a gulp of beer and put his bottle down carefully as he collected his thoughts. "I'd come to work for CentIns after working for a small company where I was the only programmer. Now I found myself working on a team. What's more, the guy I'm partnered with is this biker guy who's just as new as I am. He's a complete enigma to me. My idea of dress up is a suit; dress down is slacks and a sports coat. I've always been told that you wear a tie to work. I come to work each day looking like a professional and Neil comes in wearing jeans and a leather motorcycle jacket. Dress down for him is a black T-shirt and engineer boots; dress up is a white T-shirt and cowboy boots. He comes to work whenever he likes, leaves whenever he likes, yet he never misses a deadline. I'm just as smart as he is, but I work for a month and I still only know the people in our department. Yet, after two weeks, Neil has senior vice presidents calling him personally to get problems fixed." His hand ran along Neil's leg affectionately. "He doesn't seem to have a girlfriend, but, on the other hand, he's always chatting up the girls in the office." Neil just shrugged modestly. "Just the famous Neil charm," he said straight-faced. "Hey, I wasn't jealous," Mike pointed out, "it was just kinda confusing. I was holding my own and everyone at work was happy with me. But then, as time passes, I find myself at times thinking of Neil. I wonder what it'd be like to ride behind him on his motorcycle. I'd sometimes looked at guys on bikes, but I'd just never got to know anyone who owned one." Neil coughed loudly and artificially. Mike grimaced "OK, OK, man, I admit it. Before I met Neil I believed all bikers were scum. Good looking, maybe, interesting sex lives, maybe, but scum, nevertheless." "They are scum," said Dave with a wicked smile in my direction. I kicked his shin with my bare foot. Mike took the opportunity to wet his throat and continued. "As I got to know Neil I found myself sneaking by his desk when he wasn't there and running my hand casually over his leather jacket. Also, there were often occasions that we'd be sitting right next to each other at a desk going through transaction code or a dump and I'd get a whiff of his body scents or his aftershave and my balls would tighten. Finally, one night I'm back home jacking off and I suddenly realized that, for a while, my fantasies had more often been about Neil than they had about a girl." "Geez, Mike, don't make it sound so unlikely that anyone could fantasize over me!" "It was unlike me," explained Mike, "and kinda scary. This was the first time I had to really confront the fact that I was definitely gay. Also, I didn't want to make a complete ass of myself at work, so I had to be careful act real laid back whenever Neil was around." Nobody spoke as he took another swig of beer. "Then we get booked on this course and I started to realize I'm going to be sharing a room with him. For two weeks I'm like a pendulum -- sometimes I think it's going to be great: I'll see his body, maybe something will happen between us. Other times I'm afraid that I'm going to blow the whole thing. I imagine him coming in from the shower, me getting a boner, and, in my mind, I see him yelling at me to stay the hell away from him. "Anyway, about a day before we go, I'm in one of my randier moments, so I go into a motorcycle shop and get myself a black leather biker jacket. I think I look good, and I really feel good wearing it, but, as the plane gets nearer and nearer to San Francisco my confidence wanes. I wonder what Neil's going to say. I mean, he knows that I know fuck-all about bikes, so why would I have the jacket ?" Neil got up and fetched another beer for himself and Mike. As he opened them he continued, smiling. "That was something, let me tell you. Like I said, I was just lying on the bed, drinking a Coke and watching TV when I hear the card-key in the door and Mike comes in. Man, I tell you I hardly recognized the guy. Like he said, when he first came to CentIns Mike always dressed up for work. What the hell, he still fucking does. Yeah, he does wear jeans now, but you can't touch them because you're afraid you'll cut yourself on the crease he has ironed into them. Anyway, at that time I'd never seen him wear jeans before. So I'm lying there and in walks Mike. He's wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which is unusual, but he's also got on this biker jacket like mine, except his is still new and uncreased and shiny. And for Mike that is fuckin' revolutionary. My first instinct is to leap up and rape him, but he acts all straight, so I'm really confused about the guy. "So I stay cool and say 'Hi' and all that stuff and then I say 'Nice jacket' trying to figure out where he's coming from. But he just tells me some crap about him being cold in the Stang sometimes, so I'm still not sure." Mike took up the story again. "Meanwhile I'm standing there looking at this semi-naked guy in tight cut-offs and who has a ring through his tit. My cock is straining in my jeans and I'm scared that he's going to notice. I started to drag the suitcases in to get my mind off of Neil. I had brought Neil's down, too, since he was on the bike. It was too early to go out for dinner and then Neil suggested we go for a swim. That sounded good to me -- the flight in had been real rough and I needed to relax, and the cold water would help with the hormones. "We both opened our bags and started to pull stuff out until we found our swimsuits. On top of Neil's case I noticed his usual biker jacket. That explained the weight of his suitcase. I wondered what he had worn for the trip across, but as I put my stuff away I saw his leather racing-suit hanging in the cupboard. I began imagining him wearing the tight-fitting leather and promptly regained the boner I'd been fighting to loose. Eventually, right at the bottom of my case, I found my swimsuit and I went into the bathroom to change. I shoved my cock down into my trunks to keep it under control and let my T-shirt hang over as well. By the time I came out Neil had changed into his swimsuit, too, so I don't get a look at his cock. The Doubletree has a real nice pool -- half inside, half outside. It's big and long. I like swimming. I had swum on the college swim team and was still in good shape, so I dove in and began swimming laps to relax. Neil would occasionally swim a lap, but he didn't seem to put much effort into it and most of the time he was just goofing around on the water slide. After about maybe fifteen minutes I stopped to rest. Neil was sitting on the side in the sun, outside the hotel, and I swam over and sat with him. We talked for a while and I noticed his muscles were pretty well developed. I asked him if he worked out at all and he said that he ran a bit, but mostly he swam. That should have been a warning, but my mind was occupied with his tit ring and I was trying to figure a polite way of asking him about it, so I didn't pick up on the implication of what he'd said. But I made some patronizing comment about helping him train and he immediately comes back at me and says he bets he could beat me in a race. I still didn't take him seriously: I mean how can a guy with a piece of metal through his nipple be a good swimmer? So I say sure, thinking it'll be no contest. I get up and stand next to him to get a diving start and I ask him what stroke he wants to do. He says butterfly. This is even better -- it's a grueling stroke if you're not a good swimmer. I think this is a cinch, so again I laugh at him and get ready to dive." Mike stopped and took a long pull of beer. He looked across at Neil who had his eyes closed and a big grin on his face. "As we take up the start position, he turns to me and says `OK. Here's the deal. If I win, you'll blow me. If you win, I'll blow you.' Right then, before I can think or reply, he shouts `Go!' and dives. Shit, I'm so stunned I lose maybe a full second before I dive. I'm thinking `What did this guy say? I'm going to give him head?' My mind isn't focused at all. All I have in my brain is his insane bet and what'll happen if I lose: I'm not concentrating on my swimming at all." "What a load of crap," laughed Neil. "You were swimming like a maniac. You just won't admit that I am a better swimmer than you are." "Fuck you ! You cheated. You went when I wasn't ready." Another mouthful of beer. "Whatever, it doesn't matter. By the time we get to the end of the lap Neil touches the wall just before I do." "Like a full four fucking seconds before you did." "In your dreams, buddy. Anyway, Neil is standing there grinning like a maniac and he starts explaining to me how he wants me to blow him. So, I tell him that I didn't agree to the blow job thing and there's no way I'm going to suck his cock. We have this big argument: He says if I didn't agree I shouldn't have raced and he tries to make me believe that if he'd lost he would've blown me." "I'm a man of my word." Neil interjected. "So we get out the pool and dry off. I'm not saying anything because now we are standing where there are other people around on chairs, but Neil is acting around like a kid. He's singing 'I get by with a little help from my friends' and occasionally pursing his lips at me like a kiss. I'm getting freaked with all these people within earshot so I just ignore him and walk over to the elevator. "When we get into the elevator we're by ourselves and I tell him there is no fucking way I'm going to take his dick in my mouth. He just pulls his T-shirt up and the head of his cock is way outside the band of his trunks. This is the first time I see the ring in the foreskin and I begin to think the guy is fucking mad and we're probably going to get arrested. Then the elevator stops at the lobby and he has to drop his shirt real quick. The doors open and a bell-boy with a loaded baggage cart gets in with four big women who are carrying on a conversation in Spanish. The two of us are crowded to the back behind the cart. Neil's behind me in the corner. As soon as the elevator starts he whispers in my ear 'Is the bet on ?' I shake my head. 'No'. So then he says in a loud voice 'Estos apretujones entre la multitud resultan muy amistosos.' The four ladies look at us kinda strangely." "What's it mean ?" asked Colin. "My Spanish is rusty," Mike confessed, "but something like 'Such a crush in a crowd is so friendly'" Neil grinned and nodded. We laughed. I could just imagine Mike getting panicked by this. He went on "So then he whispers again 'Is the bet on ?' 'No' I whisper back. With all this whispering, the ladies are now looking at us with considerably more interest. I smile at them, but they just look at me and sniff in disdain. Then Neil puts his hand on my shoulder and says loudly 'Se algunos juegos para mayores,' which is "I know some adult games'. I look at the ladies out of the corner of my eye and they're glaring at us like four angry cows. The bellhop has no clue what's going on and is just standing there looking blankly at the floor lights. Again this dick-head whispers in my ear 'Is the bet on?' I'm so embarrassed by now I jab him with my hand and say 'No', but it comes out louder than I meant. The four ladies start to huddle in the far corner of the elevator. So then he says loudly again 'Que manos tan suaves tienes! Ponlas ahi!' which is something like 'You have such smooth hands, put them here'. This was the most hysterically funny story Colin and I had ever heard and were laughing so hard that Mike had to pause and take a drink while we quieted down. "One of the women starts to tell Neil that he shouldn't be behaving like this in public. She's speaking too fast for me to understand much but I catch phrases like 'How dare you' and 'shameful'. Neil just smiles at her and when she's finished he says innocently 'Claro que estamos casados!' which is 'Naturally we are married.'" This was way too much for us and we screamed with laughter as we imagined the scene. Even Neil, who had been listening with an amused smile to the recounting of the day, burst out laughing. It must have been a farce: Neil, although not out, was probably the most comfortable with his gayness while, even now, Mike was incredibly cautious when in straight company. "Go on," choked Colin wiping his eyes. "I want to hear the rest." "Well, the Spanish ladies get out in a high dudgeon and we carry on to our floor. I want to kill Neil, but he's just laughing and explaining to me that it'll continue until I keep my side of the bet. "Once we're out of the elevator he acts like even more of an idiot. While we're still in the passage on our way to the room, he takes his T-shirt off and his cock-head is way out of his trunks. Then, while I'm still trying to get the door unlocked with that card key thing, he takes his swimsuit right off and is just standing there, butt-naked, dick pointing to the sky." Colin and I were massaging each other's cocks in our jeans as we envisaged the scene. Mike went on "As soon as we're in, he jumps on the bed and lies there gently stroking his cock and beckoning me. I must admit I was getting kinda horny, too. He tells me to get naked, so I stripped and went and lay on the bed next to him, thinking maybe we can just jack off. I'd never sucked a guy before and I didn't know what to do. The ring in his foreskin really intrigued me and I wanted him to tell me about it, but all he would say was 'After the bet is taken care of.' "Guys," said Neil, grinning at us, "it was wild. I knew I had this guy hooked. Ever since he'd joined CentIns I'd wanted to get into bed with him, but thought he was straight. Now he's standing there with that prick of his standing up and pointing way over to the left like it does and oozing precum and I knew I had struck gold." "Well," continued Mike, "like I said, I'd never thought much about sucking cock and it was still a bit taboo to me, so I was reluctant and holding back not wanting to appear too dumb. I just wanted to lie there and, as I said, maybe jack off together. But Neil keeps on and on, how it feels so good, how it's better than a fuck. Eventually he says 'Come, let me show you.' and he kneels between my legs and takes my cock in his mouth and starts to lick it and suck on it. I had never had anything like this done to me before and I was speechless. It felt so good. His tongue was everywhere on my cock, pushing at my foreskin, massaging my glans, massaging the shaft. He does that to me for a while and I began to feel the urge that I just had to have his cock in my mouth. I pushed him off me and bent over his pole and then realized I was pretty clueless about what I was doing. I didn't know what to expect as I first took the tip into my mouth. I remember wondering what it would taste like, but the excitement of doing something forbidden was pushing me to the edge. In the beginning I just had his tip in my mouth, feeling the foreskin tight and then his glans pushing through as I rubbed it. It seemed so big in my mouth that I just had the head in but Neil pushed me down and down until I could feel his cock way into the beginning of my throat. 'Just don't come in my mouth,' I told him and he promised he wouldn't." "One of the six biggest lies," said Colin and we chuckled. "I was really getting into it, exploring all the different tastes and feeling the different parts of his cock with my tongue. He just lay there pulling on his nipple ring with one hand and fondling my hair with the other. Then he told me to pull on his balls while I sucked. I thought to myself `This guy is really experienced -- he knows all the tricks.' I was lost in the sex when finally he took his hand off my head and said "Mike, I'm going to come.' But by that time I was way too far out of control. I was so horny myself that I couldn't stop regardless of what he was going to do. I just kept going and then he grabbed my head with both hands and started forcing me down onto his cock. The next thing I feel is his cock spurting in my mouth and this warm fluid running down my throat, sort of burning it. I thought I was going to barf, but then I got used to it and managed to keep it all in. I didn't quite know what to do with it. I looked around, but there was nowhere to spit it out so I just swallowed it. "I was so randy by now that I just knelt on the bed and started to jack, but Neil pushed me over and put his mouth over my cock. I remember his hands pulling my balls as he sucked on me and I don't think I lasted five seconds before I came, too." "I tell you guys," added Neil, "that was my first blow job with another guy in about a year and it was so-o good. You know, Mike was new at it and a bit unsure of what to do, so he took his time and experimented. And when I was sucking on him, too, it was so obvious he was really enjoying it. Everything was so new to him. I'd barely started on him and he was shooting big shots of cum into my mouth. It was so hot that when we were finished that session I was drained. We just lay on the bed together, our bodies touching, recovering. It was about three or four minutes until we could start talking and then, fuck, Mike just let everything out." Mike explained, "It was like my brain had been released from a prison, or something: finally, here was a guy who knew and understood how I felt." His arm went around Neil's shoulders and they smiled at each other as lovers do. Neil went on with the tale. "I told Mike about getting my nipple and foreskin pierced and he was telling me about himself and how he'd been scared of showing up in his biker jacket. He was really uninhibited for once and obviously having such a good time. I think that's when I started to think that I wanted him for myself. You know, like a lover." He paused and hugged his buddy. Then his mind refocused on the story. "All the time we're talking, Mike was playing with my rings and I had my hands on him, so we soon got ourselves all horny. I wanted to see him in his biker jacket again so I told him to put it on. He said OK, but I had to wear my leather suit. Shit, I didn't need to be asked a second time. We got our stuff on and then we were back on the bed holding each other and feeling the cool leather on our skin." "It felt so electric," Mike interjected, "the two of us experiencing this leather fetish together: The smell and feel of the leather and Neil's body all over me. Then he put his face right up to mine. `What the fuck?' I thought, and then his mouth was locked on mine. Kissing a guy was something else I'd never thought I'd do. But as soon as we were doing it, it seemed so right, so passionate, and all my anxieties were gone. I was feeling good about myself. It was like 'This is where I belong.'" "Yeah," agreed Neil. "That explains it pretty exactly. I mean, I'd been around a bit before, but with Mike it was different: I really wanted to be with this guy for a long time. " He put his hand out and stroked Mike's leg before continuing. "So, we sucked at each other for a while, but we kept changing too often so I showed him how to sixty-nine. This was my third time to come within four hours, but I was still so randy I couldn't help it." "Shit," Mike chuckled, "he kept on trying to shove his cock all the way down my throat and I was too inexperienced to take it all. Each time he did it I nearly choked and I was afraid I'd bite him." That got a laugh out of all of us. "In the end, he was kneeling over me jacking himself and I was fondling his balls with one hand and working my own meat with the other. I could feel his leather suit against my legs -- smooth and tight; I could watch his face as his hand drove his shaft. Finally he put his head back and really began some heavy stroking and when he started to shoot, just the sight of the stuff coming out of his cock set me off. It wasn't as much as before, but a big chunk of his shot all over my jacket. I immediately thought `Oh, shit!' and grabbed my T-shirt to try cleaning it, but Neil said he had a better way. I watch him bend down and take a big lick of it. "Shit, I couldn't believe it," Mike finished up. "He'd take this long slow lick, then come up to my face and use his tongue to rub it into my tongue." Dave stood up, kicked his high-tops off and slid his jeans down exposing his shaft and golden bush for the first time to the others. "Guys, I am going to explode," he said starting to move his right hand up and down his shaft until his head popped out from the foreskin, "Who wants to help me out here?" "Yeah, me!" shouted Neil standing up, dropping his jeans and kicking them aside. He walked up to Dave and started feeling his dick while Dave grabbed the ring in the foreskin and pulled it far forward. Jeans were shed in seconds all around as hands reached for cock-meat and the three of us gathered around the two guys playing with each other. "Let me show you a trick," Neil said. "Hold your cock touching mine like this." He positioned their two cocks head to head, piss-slit to piss-slit. Massaging and pulling his own foreskin, he worked it right over Dave's glans. It looked as though two guys shared a single, common cock. Slowly Neil began to massage his own cock making its head rub against Dave's inside his foreskin. Dave reached out and pulled at Neil's tit-ring with one hand while his other strayed down to feel Neil's scrotum. Mike had the tube of KY. He massaged some onto his cock, pulled the foreskin back and smeared a liberal amount onto the tip. His seven inches of meat shone in the evening sun, the veins standing out under the taught skin. He walked up behind Dave. "Nothing like new ass," he said. His finger worked at Dave's crack and he relaxed to let it in. "Now you'll find out what a real cock feels like, Dave," Mike said as he put his cock tip into Dave's crack. Dave grinned at m as I watched Mike push at his ass. Dave closed his eyes as he relaxed his muscles and the glistening piston sunk home. "I think you owe me some catch-up time, Chris," said Colin, coming up to me and rubbing my nipples. "Let's see if I remember how," I kidded. "Remember this?" he asked and he grabbed my head and pulled me to him. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, wrestling in passion as our hands found what they were looking for and started to pump on the other's cock. Colin pulled his lips from mine and pointed across at the others. Dave's head was thrown back, his long blond hair moving in the breeze as Mike thrust into him and Neil's hand caressed their coupled cocks. "Nice job, Chris." Colin said to me. "You picked a good guy." Dave opened his eyes and looked over at us. He smiled dreamily at Colin. "Actually, it was I that picked Chris." Copyright 1999 Horatio. I relate these stories because I enjoy writing and I enjoy the subject matter. If you have any comments you can email me at horatio_nimier@hotmail.com I'll even accept criticism if expressed in an adult, objective and polite manner. 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