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From: an395341@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury.....)
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Date: Tue,  3 Oct 1995 08:01:53 UTC
Subject: Slacker (M/M) 1/1
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o
o        Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ?
o        Why that is easy, young Grasshopper.  It is...
o
o                 ...  M  e  r  c  u  r  y  ...
o
o        For listen to the Wind.  Does it not whisper in your ear,=20
o        "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!"  And listen to the babbling brook.
o        Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!"
o        You see, Grasshopper.  All of Nature is in harmony with
o        Mercury, for he is one with the Universe!
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o   =20
o       John Cowper Powys
o   =20
o   =20
o    BLASPHEMY
o   =20
o    O fairy form, O flower-like face,
o      O piteous tender breast,
o    Why did you come with your childish grace
o      And trouble my heart"s rest ?
o   =20
o    The tide, my darling, is bitter and deep
o      That washes that cruel shore.
o    The happy lovers are those that sleep
o      And love not any more.
o   =20
o    Calm filmy dreams thro' each tired head
o      Flow softly, mingle and flow.
o    The happy lovers are those that are dead,
o      That died full long ago.
o   =20
o    O child, forgive me; I lie, I lie
o      With an evil blasphemy!
o    I lie to the clouds in the air above!
o      I lie to the earth and the sea!
o   =20
o    The living, the living must worship love!
o      The dead, the dead must be.
o   =20
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o      Notes :
o
o   1.  I did not write this story and do not know who did.
o   2.  If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
o   3.  Don't write asking me to email you stories.  Fuck off.
o     =20

                        Graphics.
                        by Davis Trell.

    I was totally embarrassed! I'd been caught without a good
explanation!
    I'd invited a young friend, Jerome for a computer lesson. He was a
mid-twenties slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd
gotten
him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really
well,
but things were slightly 'off': angst ridden faces wouldn't do for a
story
board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil.
    He knew of my computer graphics interest, and I offered to teach him
some stuff, so he might persuade a Temp agency to employ him.
    So he came to my place; wearing  the uniform of an urban surfer. A
torn T-shirt with a Keith Haring-like picture advertising an
AIDS-a-thon.
    Well, I'd only intended to show him a page layout program, but
knowing his art shit, I decided to run my painting/image processing
program.
    But I'd forgotten! Clicking on 'Open' instead of 'New', the fucking
software defaulted to the last seen picture. I inadvertently had double
clicked,opening a photo of two butt-nekkid stallion studs fucking each
other
in the ass!
    I download this stuff all the time off a gay BBS and jerk off to
these sleazy stud-muffins that I wouldn't get to fuck in my dreams.
    Jerry's jaw fell like a Tex Avery cartoon!

    'You a fuckin' faggot, man. You a brown holeing Queer..? You wanna
suck my dick..? Drive down my Hershey highway..??'
    These angry words startled me.
    'No,..no.' I protested. ' You know I'm an artist! I..er...use
graphics like these to...practice anatomy....'
    It sounded lame even to my ears.
    I hadn't come out. I didn't want it to be known. I feared the social
ostracism more than being punched silly in an alleyway. I just lived
another
life, getting sex in Tea rooms and with bar pickups. I didn't want folks
in
the agency to know my dark, furtive sex life. A bit like straights not
dating, or shitting as they put it, at work.
    But these stinging insults bit my ears. I held the sides of my head,
knees buckling, I was gonna cry!
    'Hey man, cool, I was kidding!'
    He took me by the shoulders and sat me down.
    'You got more? This I gotta see!'  He sat on my lap between me
and the computer screen, his baggy shorts thin enough to let me nestle
my
crotch in his buttcrack.
    'Sorry I scared you, it was a fucking bad joke, I'm sorry. Show me
more!'
    I opened a dialog box with the file entries. Reading  through the
list with their unintelligible file names, I chose 'apyc0040.gif'.
    On screen exploded a view of a giant penis firmly held by muscular
hands, slightly hairy, ejaculating a dripping bead of semen.
Transparently
glowing against the dark background. The helmet crowned  head atop a
pink-gold-marbled column,  the envy of any classical architect.The
bulbous
ball-sac, ridged with elephant hide, a texture only Rembrandt could
capture
with his oily impasto.
    'Way cool,dude..' he said with his infantile superlatives.
    He dressed on the right, so when I slipped my hand under his baggy
shorts I found his tepid hardon.
    'yeh that's cool, man. I'll let you jerk me off. Lemme slip  these
off.
    He did, with easy movements. Had he really not done this before?
    'next picture..'
    Thank goodness my program creates a preview thumb nail of the
pictures. The youth on screen, three inches tall from crotch to head was
open,inviting. He wore only white remnants, shreds of torn clothing,
exposing his naked body. He bore a more than manly size erection laying
across his taut stretched belly, hiding a mossy-hair dappled mound. His
cream yellowy skintones blended into darker pink-ocher, where blood was
closer to the surface running over muscular flesh. His two brown pink
nipples forming an abstract triangle with his navel, pointing at his
genitalia.
    I used to have a small charm bracelet sized key that would've fitted
into his key hole shaped belly button; opening him up, making press his
satin thighs to my ears.. He was bathed in an ice cream light with cake
icing on it.
    'Fuckin A, man! That's one hot lookin' dude' Jerry said with his
giant vocabulary.
    'I teased his boner, flexing it, testing it;  I wrapped my fingers
around him until thumb and fingers don't quite meet. I rubbed him,
toying
with his now growing erection.
    ' ..that's nice..' he said as he churned his butt in my lap.
    'next picture..'

( to be continued...)


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