Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 22:26:22 -0800 (PST) From: Marc McClean Subject: Victor, Alonzo and Me This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it is illegal in your community, stop here and find something that won't get you in trouble. Otherwise, please enjoy! If you do, please drop me a note at mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com Thanks! VICTOR, ALONZO AND ME by MJ He pushed me up against the half wall that surrounded the rooftop, reached around, unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and pushed pushed them down over my ass and hardening cock. I heard him struggling with his own pants behind me, then heard his belt buckle clatter to the roof. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," he whispered to me. He bit my ear gently and wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his stiff rod against my ass. I moaned quietly and stroked my cock. I opened my eyes and looked out on the city. Bright lights twinkled in the night. His cock pushed between my ass cheeks. "God, you're going to remember this forever, stud," he whispered as he grabbed my cock and sqeezed it. I looked out at the lights, at the windows, wondering if anyone could see us, hoping someone could. He grabbed my hips and positioned his cock against my ass. I moaned and writhed... and wondered whose window was open and close enough that I could hear the phone ringing and ringing and ... dammit! I sat up. It was my phone ringing and it ended what could have been the hottest fuck of my life, even if it was happening in a dream. Dammit again. I fumbled for the light and squinted to see the caller i.d. box. "This better be a booty call, Victor, because you just woke me up out of one hot wet dream," I said into the phone. I leaned back against the pillow, trying to get comfortable as I woke up. I could see the outline of my hard-on beneath the sheet; it was fading with the dream. "Aw, geez, Shawn, is that all you ever think about? I don't wanna hear about your wet dreams, so just keep 'em to yourself," Victor said. "Even if you were in it?" I said. "Even if it was your hard man-tool I was feeling ..." "Oh, fuck you," Victor replied. "Maybe, if you hadn't called," I said, laughing. Victor groaned, but I knew he liked the ribbing, to a point, anyway. I always told Victor he was one of the gayest straight guys I knew. One night with me, I'd say, and I'd erase the straight. "Not tonight, my friend, dream on," he said. "Listen, I got a problem. I installed some new software on my computer at home ... it's for work and I really need it but it's screwed up the system and I can't get it to work. Can you come over and see if you can sort it out?" I looked over at the clock. "Victor, it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm wasted. I'm not coming over there tonight. Just leave it -- tomorrow's Saturday, you can't need it before then." "Awww, Shawn, please?" "Tomorrow, Vic. I'll come over tomorrow." I could almost hear him pouting, but I knew he wouldn't argue. "Fine. Be that way," he said. "OK. I have a softball game at 11, should be back later in the afternoon, so just let yourself in. Oh, and my friend Alonzo is here. Showed up yesterday. Remember him from school?" "From the track team?" I asked. "The hot relay guy?" I never got to know Alonzo well in college -- he and Victor ran track together and didn't hang out much beyond that. I knew they worked well together on the team, but not much beyond that. But he was a hot guy: a little taller, a little more muscular than Victor, and a few shades darker. His dad, I think, was African-American and his mother, like Victor, Cuban. "Hands off, queer boy, he's straight too. He got into town early for a job interview and found out he couldn't check into the hotel early, so I'm letting him bunk here for a couple of nights. He could use some time on the computer too, so ... " "Patience, patience, the doctor will work his miracles. Now can I get back to my dream? Unless you'd like to come over and take care of me," I said, trying to leer over the phone. "Yeah, you wish. Thanks, bud. See you tomorrow." I hung up the phone and switched off the lamp. If only Victor would come over and take care of me. Talk about the unattainable. Vic and I were close friends -- he was one of the first people I came out to and he had been supportive from the start, helping me manuever my early years out of school. We were roommates for a while, but both had our own places now. Those years living together were torture in some ways. I tried not to, but I had the biggest crush on him -- maybe crush isn't the right word. I wanted to jump him, bad. And he was oblivious. He'd walk about the apartment in a towel or his underwear or sometimes nothing ... god, how many times did I retreat to my room and shoot a load over him... Victor was lean and nicely defined, with a runner's body. His olive skin was smooth except for tufts under his arm and around his dick. His cock was cut and hung low -- he was a shower, not a grower, although I'd never seen it hard, dammit. He dated pretty regularly, though he never brought women home when we were living together. I closed my eyes and imagined Victor walking into my room now, apologizing for waking me. His jet black hair was combed back, revealing an angular face, beautiful dark brown eyes, a killer smile. He took off his shirt, then his pants and stood naked in front of me, stroking his cock ... fuck, he was a grower too! In my fantasy, it hardened into at least nine inches. I imagined him crawling into bed beside me, carressing me, stroking my cock until it was hard. He kissed me deeply and lay on top of me, his cock rubbing mine. "Lay still, baby, I'm gonna take care of you," I heard him say. I squirmed in bed, imagining his hands all over me, squeezing my nipples, cupping my balls. He began thrusting his cock against mine, kissing me deeply again. My thrusts met his. I moaned, stroking our cocks together ... stroking, stroking ... until I shot my load. It squirted onto my chest and I opened my eyes. Damn. Just me. I cleaned up and went back to bed. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ It was nearly noon before I got over to Victor's place. I found his key on my spare ring and let myself in. Victor lived in a comfortable patio home that backed up onto a small lake. The front door led to a wide open living room. "Hello?" I called. "Alonzo? It's Shawn." No on responded. Maybe he'd gone out for a while. I walked to the den and fired up the computer. "Well, hello there, I thought I heard someone." I turned quickly, startled and I nearly gasped. Alonza stood there in a tank top and some baggy sleep shorts, obviously just out of bed. He was as hot and built as ever. His dark skin shone in the light streaming in through the window. And he was defiitely packing under those shorts. "Oh, hey, Alonzo, it's me, Shawn ... from school?" I stammered despite myself. "Yeah, I remember. V. said you'd be here... and here you are." He looked straight at me, holding my gaze for a moment. "Is it hard or soft?" He said, shifting his hips in a way I could swear was meant to make his dick more prominent. "Um ... um .. what?" I said, wondering if I'd heard wrong. "The problem? Hardware or software? Can you get it going with a few strokes or are you going to have to dive inside?" Shit, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was Alonzo really coming on to me? It must be wishful thinking. I wasn't going to let him in the same kind of hopeless fantasy where I kept Victor." "Um, I won't know until I look at it, I guess." Alonzo stretched and yawned, allowing his tank top to ride up, revealing the top of a treasure trail. I blinked and muttered something about getting to work. "I'm going to go hop in the shower, then," he said. "If you need anything, that's where you can find me." He turned and walked out. Damn, what a fine rear view. I got busy and after a while discovered what I thought was the problem. Luckily, Victor left the disks from the new program because it looked like I would have to re-install it. I was concentrating so hard, I didn't hear Alonzo walk back in. "How ya' doin'?" he asked. I turned around quickly again and again tried not to let my mouth hang open. Alonzo stood there in just a towel, a clean white towel. God, he was gorgeous. He obviously worked out still; his ab muscles glistened from the shower. His pecs were well-defined and so were his legs. And again, I could tell something big hid under the towel. He grinned. "So?" he prompted. "You figure out what needs doing?" Finally, I answered: "Yep. It's software, looks like. Should be an easy fix." I turned around so I wouldn't stare and punched some keys. I felt him walk up behind me. He leaned over to look at the screen. I could still smell the soap he'd used. His arm brushed my face as he pointed to the screen. "I've used that," he said. "Look, try this ..." He reached around with his other arm to type something, but all I knew was that I felt like I was in the embrace of this hot guy and it was driving me crazy. I tried to breathe right. Sure enough, the screen popped to life and the program began resetting itself, from what I could see. "Amazing," I said. "Yeah, I am," Alonzo said, then laughed. He eased over to the side of the chair to watch and as his hip brushed the arm of the chair, it caught the towel, which popped off and fell to the floor. I nearly lost it. Alonzo's cock was about half hard. It was easily eight inches already, surrounded by wiry black hair. It was uncut, with a nicely formed foreskin. I tried to look away, but caught a glimpse of his ass instead -- a perfect bubble butt, one I longed to grab. Alonzo pretended not to care about the towel and said something I missed about the program. He casually adjusted his cock, which was getting harder by the second. He reached down to point something out on the screen again and this time, it was his cock that brushed my face. Without realizing it, I think I whimpered. He laughed. "Damn, I thought you'd never notice, dude. I waited for you in the shower, but then I wondered maybed I was wrong. But I can see what you want." I was shocked. He turned the chair toward him, then stood in front of me. He ran his hands across his chest and stomach, closing his eyes as he traced his muscles. He grabbed his cock and stroked, pulling back the foreskin. He reached around and squeezed his own ass. "V. always told me about his good gay friend and sent me a picture once. You're hot, guy. I couldn't wait for you to come over, see what you're like." I could barely speak still, but finally realized I was living out a fantasy and I better get into it. I smiled at Alonzo, then reached out and grabbed him by the hips. I pulled him toward me and wrapped my lips around his cock. I pushed my tongue past the foreskin and heard him moan as I found the target, wiggling my tongue on the glans. I licked his dick, up one side and down the other, then found his balls and pulled one into my mouth. I felt his huge cock on my face. I pulled back again, grasping by the root and guiding it toward my mouth. I eased it in, taking it slow. I got most of it in and started to suck, letting him thrust slowly in and out. He put his hands on my head and moaned again. He gently pushed my head back and pulled me to my feet, embracing me. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I felt his lips and sucked on one, pushing my tongue against his. I pulled him close to me, feeling his cock rub against my cargo shorts. "Damn, dude, your zipper hit my dick. You got too many clothes on." He reached for my t-shirt and pulled it over me head, diving down to suck on my nipples. He tossed the shirt into the far corner of the room, then reached for my shorts. He undid them and they fell to the floor. I kicked them away and he reached down and tossed them into the other corner. My cock was as hard as it gets by them, tenting out of my striped boxer shorts. He pushed the shorts down and this time I tossed them away. I stood straight and we embraced again, our naked bodies close, our cocks wrestling. We kissed. He reached down and stroked our cocks together, then reached around and grabbed my ass. He massaged it and then, without warning, pushed one of his fingers into my hole. I moaned and writhed and he pushed it in deeper. "Baby, I know what you want," he said in a rough whisper. He finger fucked me as I thrust my cock into his. "Wait here." He ran butt naked out of the room and returned moments later with a box of condoms and a bottle of Wet. He tore open the condom and unrolled it on his still hard cock, walking toward me. He poured lube on it and stroked it. No doubt it was nine inches and thick and throbbing and black and beautiful and I wanted it. He led me over to the couch and stood me there. I gripped the back and widened my stance. I felt his arms wrap around me, his hot body enveloping mine. I felt the cold wetness of the lube as he rubbed my ass, pushing in with one finger, then another. I braced myself as he finally pushed his cock against my ass. He took it slow, aware of his size. I felt a little pain, but relaxed and felt him slide in. He paused for a moment and then began to thrust. His hands tweaked my nipples, which sent me further into ecstacy. "God, if Victor could see us now," I said. "He doesn't know about you?" "Nope," Alonzo said as he thrusted. "But I wish he did. God, I'd love to do him. I'd love to take his brown ass." "Oh, god, me too," I said. "I've wanted to take him as long as I've known him. If he were here now ... " "What? You'd what? What would you do to me, Shawn?" Neither of us had heard Victor come in the front door. "So what is it, you two, you're both wanting me? Goddammit, I can't believe it." Shit. Fuck. Damn. We'd both froze and now I felt Alonzo pull out of me. I turned to see Victor, his face torn in pain, a look of such disappointment I wanted to cry. "To hell with you," he said, storming out. "Victor, wait!" I said. I looked frantically for my clothes, but saw only the towel. I grabbed it and wrapped around myself. Alonzo sunk to the floor, not sure what to say. I found Victor in the entryway, searching the table for his keys. He was still dressed to play softball, in a long-sleeved t-shirt and knit shorts, athletic shoes and white socks. a hat on his head. His shoulders shuddered. He was crying. I put my hand out, but he moved away. "Victor," I said, "I can explain. We just ... we just, well ... " "Oh, I can see what you were just doing," he said. "My best friend with my old college friend, fucking away like little bunnies while I was away. Jesus, Alonzo, why the fuck didn't he tell me? Why did he have to keep it a secret? I wouldn't have cared. Jesus. And you!" "Victor, I don't know what to say. I ... it was stupid to ... " He looked at me, still hurt, but softening. "I just can't believe you'd do it with my friend and not ... " "Not what? Victor? Not with you? Victor, you're straight. I'd never ... " "Don't you know how much I care for you? How much you mean? How much ... " I was stunned. "But you're... " "Straight? Am I? I don't know. Maybe I haven't for a while. Maybe I was confused. Maybe I hoped you'd help me figure it out ... " He wiped away one last tear and stared at me, his anger turned to something else. "Victor? What are you --- ?" "Did you mean it in there, what you said? That you wanted to do me?" "God, Vic, I never meant it to sound that way, so crude. I mean, you know I think you're hot, but ... " Without warning, he reached out and touched his finger to my mouth. I stopped jabbering. He stared at me, then ran his hand down to my chest, where he tentatively carressed my pec. I shook a little, unsure what to do. God, talk about living my fantasy and now how did I make it perfect? "Victor, um, what ... " He shook his finger, then reached down and undid my towel. It fell to the floor and I stood there, naked. Victor reached down and grasped my cock, which was growing hard again. He squeezed it a little, then used it to pull me toward him. He leaned in to kiss me ... "Fuck! You two leave the room and now you're the ones going at it? What the fuck!" Alonzo stood across the room, wearing a t-shirt and boxers -- my t-shirt and boxers. Victor smiled. "Maybe you'd both like to teach me a little?" he said with a shy grin. I was shocked again. From gay virgin to a three-way in 10 minutes -- "Victor ... " I said, but Alonzo was ahead of me. He shucked off the t-shirt and dropped the shorts and strode quickly to where we stood. He planted a wet kiss on Victor, who resisted a little at first, then gave in. Then Alonzo kissed me, giving my cock a squeeze. "Now," Alonzo said, "one of us isn't naked." With that, he reached over and pulled off Victor's t-shirt. I took the cue and -- god, this was finally happening -- grabbed his shorts, pulling them to the floor, then the lycra support shorts. Victor stood wearing just a jock strap. "That's fuckin' hot, dude," Alonzo said. He grabbed us both by the hand and led us back to the big bedroom. "This is gonna get even hotter." I decided to regain some control. This was my fantasy, after all. I walked up to Victor and took him in my arms, finally taking that kiss. Our lips met and it was like fire. He kissed like a pro and expertly darted his tongue in and around. "You need a shave, dude," he told me when he came up for breath. I kept kissing him, pulling him toward me. My cock was hard again and I could tell his was too. I thrust against him. He moaned. Meanwhile, Alonzo approached Victor from behind. He pulled us both into him. I felt his arms on me, then on Victor. I could see him grinding his monster cock into Victor's ass. Victor squirmed. I broke the embrace and dropped to my knees. I slowly pulled the jock strap down and Victor's dick popped out, hard as I imagined. It was about eight inches and fat and already glistening with precum. I touched my tongue to the tip, tasted the salty fluid. He shivered. I ran my tongue around the tip, then took the head in my mouth and sucked on it. He began to move his hips slowly, getting the hang of it. I felt Alonzo's hands on my leg. He made some space between me and Victor and then pushed his head down, swallowing my hard cock quickly. I nearly came on the spot, just from the sight of me sucking my friend and his friend sucking me. After a few minutes, Alonzo came up for air. "OK, so who gets his ass?" he said with a leer. "Back off, dude, he's mine," I said. Victor looked a little scared. I nipped his nipple and said, "don't worry, kiddo, I'll be gentle." "I won't promise anything," Alonzo said. "If you get him, I get you. On the bed." Alonzo grabbed two condoms and the lube and we climbed onto the bed. This wouldn't be easy, but god, it would be hot. I eased Victor -- still a little shell-shocked, I think -- on his side, then eased myself next to him. I rolled a condom on my cock, then poured some lube on it and in my hand. I slowly rubbed it against Victor's ass. He resisted at first, but I whispered, "just relax, buddy, I won't hurt you, just relax," and he did. I eased a finger in and moved it around. Victor groaned, my signal to continue. After another finger and then a third, I decided he was ready. I put my cock against his ass and pushed slowly until it slid in. Victor whimpered a bit, but took it gamely. Alonzo, meanwhile, was picking up where he left off. Nothing slow this time. Once I'd found my tempo in Victor, Alonzo sank his cock in my ass and matched me. We thrust and writhed and moaned. The sweat poured off my body. I was close. Alonzo must have been too. "Wait, I wanna see us all come," he said, pulling out of me. I heard him shuck the condom as I pulled out of Victor, who looked a little relieved. We all kneeled on the bed and started stroking. I reached over the stroke Victor's cock. He took Alonzo's and Alonzo took mine. We stroked and jacked and finally, Victor could take it no more. He froze, closed his eyes and shot a wad of cum that splashed both me and Alonzo, then he shot more. He yelled, "oh, god, I've never felt like this!" That's all it took. I began to shoot my load, spurting on the bed and on Alonzo, who stroked a few more times and exploded on me. I fell back and both Victor and Alonzo fell on top of me. I felt hands everywhere, cum everywhere. Victor kissed me and Alonzo bit my ear. I tweaked his softening cock. Victor looked exhausted and maybe a little nervous. He confirmed that: "Jesus, I can't believe this," he said. "I can't believe what I just did." "Are you regretting it?" I asked, somewhat fearfully. "Um ... I don't know. I think we're going to have to try again just to see."