Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 19:07:22 -0700 From: Bert Carley Subject: Danny Boy - Part 11 The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read this story. I appreciate feedback from my readers. Send them to bertcarley@goldrush.com Danny Boy - Page 11 "You didn't Albert! Oh dad, how could you give Bart my telephone number and address! He and his biker friends will be showing up here now for sure; I just know it! Blake, Joe and Kent now live with me full time. They will never allow those guys to hang out here and help themselves to me! Blake maybe, but not a whole tribe of them! What were you thinking Albert?" "I didn't give it to him; he went through my address book and got it himself. The only reason I know, is he said they would be going up to Fort Bragg area and he wanted to swing bye and see you; maybe even take you along. He only was verifying that the address and telephone number were correct with me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even known to call you! They are leaving here tomorrow morning. There are four of them with him. The four, been here for ten days. They have worn me out Danny! Real hot stuff though, some real hunks! Bart is the only one circling over to San Francisco; the others are going directly up to Guerneville and wait for him, then on to Fort Bragg the next day to meet more on their way to Coos Bay, Oregon." "Thanks for calling dad! Say hello to Louie, the Italian Stallion for me, if you and he are still seeing each other." I decided NOT to tell Blake, Joe or Kent about Bart possibly showing up tomorrow. I took the day off so I would be home when he called or arrived. I hoped he would call, so I could meet him somewhere rather than just show up trying to get past the security in the lobby, making a big scene. About 11:00am security called me and said there was a biker named Bart in the lobby insisting on allowing him to go up to my condominium. I was afraid it would come down like this! "Let him come up Charlie, he's a friend!" When the door swung open and he saw me he lifted me into his arms and spun me around. "Fuck, ain't you pretty as ever! Still taking the hormone shots to keep your breasts and nasty hair from grown all over you like Albert too I see! Give Blake a kiss girl! Ain't ya gon'a invite me in, show me around, want some dick put to you like in the old times? You got a beer, I be spitting cotton balls?" He pushed bye me and headed for the kitchen, pulled a couple beers from the frig., popped the lids, handed me one and went right to the windows like everyone does and took in the view of the city below. "Whew girl! Pretty fancy livin. That a Jacuzzi out there on the stoop, ain't it! How you get out there, where's the door?" I showed him how the glass panels opened. He stepped out and walked to the Jacuzzi, tested the temperature of the water with his hand and immediately stripped. Walked over to the railing and looked straight down, turned and grabbed me and lifted me into his arms and laid me over the railing and spanked me on the ass a few times. I must admit, I had dressed quite sexy subconsciously, hoping he would give me some wild sex like he use to years earlier. However, looking straight down from that height made my head swim and my body go numb. My feet were not even touching the floor the way he has me positioned over the metal railing. "That scare you girl, how about I dangle you from your heals for awhile just to warm you up to me a bit. In the old days, you would be begging for some of my dick by now. Come on girl; tell Blake you want to go swimming in the Jacuzzi with him. I'M WAITING GIRL, OR OVER THE SIDE YOU GO!" "Oh Drake, quit joking around. You know I want you to screw me; you don't have to scare me to death to get what you want big guy! Yes, I'll go swimming with you!" "But baby, it's more fun this way, you always liked it rough and ready. Blake taught you everything you know how to get a man hot girl! Now turn around here, get out of those cloths, and show me what I learn you years ago. I'm gon'a play with your jugs and get me some pussy under pulsating warm water. This is gon'a be just like old times girl!" The minute I had all my cloths off, he pushed me and shouted. "Let's play steal the bacon first girl like we use to! Your pantie here is the bacon. You have to run over and get them, run over to that big umbrella table, circle it and get back behind this pile of my clothing without me getting you and your panties into the Jacuzzi. I can't start for you until you round the table and start back. OK, start anytime girl!" He always did make everything a big game. Even sex with him was a wild game of sorts. I ran for my panties, but grabbed one of his boots too. As I headed for the umbrella table at the far end of the veranda, I stuffed my panties down into his boot. I had them stuffed clear down into the toe of his boot by the time I rounded the table and headed back. I had played this game with him so many times before, I knew exactly what his defense would be, trying my panties and me into the drink. I purposely chose his boot, knowing he would want to get it wet. I out flanked him by faking to the left, them quickly moving to the right and got by him for a split second. I felt his hand glaze my side as I passed. I had his boot tucked up under my left arm and was making good ground when his two big paws caught me around the waist and stopped me in my tracks just 5 feet from a goal. He began to tickle me and nibble on my nipples until forced to drop to the floor, going into the fetal position holding his leather boot securely to my belly with both hands. I tried to roll away from him, but he already was tugging on his boot and continuing to tickle and bite on my neck and shoulders. The Astor-turf cushioned our bodies from scuffing on the cement, but he was dragging me along toward the Jacuzzi as he tried to pull the boot from my grip. I grabbed him by the balls and he loosened his grip on me just enough that I was able to scurry away from him for another two feet, still in possession of the bacon. He grabbed for my ankle and pulled me back to him for another tumble or two on the Astro-turf. Again I grabbed for his balls, but was only able to get hold of his semi hard dick and give it a good yank. He evidently though this was great, as he pinned me to the floor, climbed over me and sat on my chest with his one leg on each side, his weight holding me in place. I held his boot way above my head where he would have to raise up on to his haunches to reach it. When he did, his cock grazed my face and his balls settled against my lips. I grabbed them between my teeth and gave them a bit of a nip and he again folded, giving me an opportunity to roll out from under his weight to one side. I put his boot between my teeth and crawled toward the goal again. In one quick lunge, he was on me again. He had me flat on my stomach with the boot still clasp in my teeth. His dick was hard up against my buns now. He was in no hurry to release me from this position. He began to rub his dick between my buns until it was as hard as a rock and he was panting with excitement. I knew this would be my last opportunity to beat him at his own game. He was more interested now in the pleasure he was having against my buns, than concentrating on getting the boot from me. With all my strength, I rose my butt up and gave him enough of a jolt to get to my hands and knees swiftly and scurry to the goal leaving him lying there with a huge boner. I waved the boot in the air as a declaration of my victory. He lunged forward, threw the boot to the side, lifted me into his arms and threw me in the Jacuzzi anyway. He started pushing buttons until the water was bubbling; he too then climbed in and pulled me to him for a big wet victory kiss. "Your getting better at the game all the time girl; remember when you never could win! Those were the days, huh, when we would get all stoned and fucked up and fuck all afternoon after you got home from school. When your papa Albert would get home from work, he would join us and you two would work me over until I was too pooped to pop again. Girl you got a butt plug in, you must have been expecting some action from me huh?" "Right again Blake! You always turn me on, a sure ticket to the stars and back every time! How could I resist your kinky ways big guy! Now show mama what you got for me OK!" "That's my girl, here take that butt plug out and sit on this for awhile and see if it still fits that tight little pussy of yours! You have any pot, speed, crank or shit around here girl!" "Right there on the shelf in that metal container." He leaned over and took the lid off and grabbed a joint, lit it with the lighter and he passed it back and forth. He did the same with a second and I was soon bouncing my booby over his dick and moaning sweet nothings to him. I didn't want to get him off to quickly, as this was pleasure personified. He rolled my breasts in the foaming waters, tweaked my nipples and chewed on my neck and shoulders as I took my pleasure. Eventually, excited, I shot a load and it automatically triggered his dick to respond also. We dried off and he grabbed a couple more joints and the lighter. We went inside, lay on the carpet with our backs against the sofa, and smoked another joint together. Within twenty minutes, he was putting the meat to me doggie style, then again as I lay over the back of the sofa. Eventually he looked at the clock and said, "Get me fixed some lunch girl and I got to hit the road if I'm going to meet the guys in Guerneville today as planned. You want to come with me and meet the guys. They tore Albert up for 10 days, imagine what they could do for you!" "Not this trip Blake! I have three guys to tend to and I don't think they would want me to be spreading good will of that nature with all your friends and gone for three weeks. You may stop bye, but please don't bring all your buddies' bye here and expect me to service them in our abode. I would be in deep dodo and they would have a chastity belt on me! OK! If they really want to meet me, call me and I'll meet you all somewhere, but not here in our home." "OK Danny Boy! Just you and me here, from time to time, when I'm in the area! If the guys are with me, maybe a motel, cause I know their going to want a piece of you when they see you. There will be no denying them that pleasure. I know them all to well! You'll love it too!" I fixed Blake lunch and he was on his way to meet his friends in Guerneville, about two hours north of S.F. The next morning they planned to head on up to Fort Bragg, meet more of their biker friends; continue up the Redwood Highway headed for Coos Bay, Oregon for some biker shindig. Knowing that bunch, they would have plenty of booze, drugs and pussy, male and female, along with them to party all day and night. I was glad that Blake had stopped by. I had the time of my life with him as usual. If I were still a single girl, I would have taken off with him in a flash. He was so much fun to be around, spontaneous, macho, dominant and almost as good a screw as Blake, Joe and Kent. The following week, while I was waiting in the waiting room to have my usual weekly massage at the shop I had been going to for years, who should walk in but a motorcycle cop in his full regalia. He was of massive stature; good looking and the bulge in his skintight pants told me he was well hung. He evidently was getting off duty, also waiting for his appointment. Like me, he signed in, then grabbed a magazine and sat down directly across from me. I realized he was having as difficult a time concentrating on his magazine as I was. I had on a very tight pink tee shirt, no bra, with 'The Tool Box' stenciled to the side of a large stencil of a big leather man standing with his legs spread wide apart, hands on his hips. Oh yes, my short white shorts, sandals and carrying my shoulder bag. I always dressed comfortable when I came the two short blocks to the massage parlor. I could not stop glancing his way looking at that big hunk of dick he was carrying. I tried to be as discreet as possible, but every once in awhile our eyes would meet and he would smile than go back to reading his magazine. He was so very scrumptious. I finally realized the magazine he was supposedly reading was up side down. That was a good indication I had his total attention, wouldn't you say? I thought I would have a little fun with him. I moved to, from the magazine rack, dropped a magazine a few times, and leaned over so he could get a good look at my cleavage. It was having an effect on him. He had to set his magazine on his lap to hide the boner that was forming in those skin tights he was wearing. "Been coming here for some time, great massages, you too?" I took him by surprise! The magazine slipped from his lap and I got a full view of his boner." He quickly recovered his magazine, sat it on the chair next to him, spread his legs and answered. "Yes, at least once a week. Riding that bike all day can get to the muscles, they get all tensed up on me." "Yes, I can see that, indeed they can, tense right up alright!" I just smiled and looked at his boner then up into his eyes. He was embarrassed, turned a bright shade of red for me. "Oh don't be embarrassed, I love the look of a BIG officer all dressed in a tight uniform. About then the receptionist called Officer O'Hara, he rose and went into the back. While I was having my massage, Betty the receptionist came in and said that Officer Timothy O'Hara had asked her for my name, address and telephone number. She wanted to know if I wanted her to give them to him. I indicated it was all right and she looked all relieved, as if she had already given them to him. When I came back into the waiting room, having had my massage, he was sitting again right where he had sat earlier. He rose to his feet and smiled. "Danny, my name is Tim O'Hara, and I'm off duty for the day now. Wondered if you might be interested in having a cup of coffee across the street before you disappeared on home? You had my juices flowing earlier girl. I'd sure like to know you better. Just can't get you out of my mind now girl!" "I have even a better idea Officer Tim O'Hara. Since it's so close to lunchtime, just give me a ride home on your scooter. I'll fix you some lunch where it is more comfortable. I see you still have a wee bit of a Willie there yet that I might be able to tend to." That's all it took for him to start getting another boner. The receptionist was taking it all in too, her hand to her mouth and all eyes focused on the rapid growth expanding down his left thigh covered by expandable material. I knew he was mine! All I had to do was reel him in for the catch. "Well, the short distance to your home will be OK, I guess!" He fired up his black and white Harley, I climbed on behind him and he headed down the street. I immediately put my nose to him and took a nice big inhale of his leather covered back and neck. I instantly had a woody too! I lowered my hands to his groin and let my left hand fondle and squeeze of his manhood. By that time, we were pulling down into the garage area he was breathing quite heavily. The minute we entered the condominium he grabbed me and pulled me to him for a nice juicy kiss. He had his hands all over me, squeezing, fondling and rubbing his crotch against me. The guy was ready to pop, obviously turned on to the limit. Before we even got out of the entryway into the living room he had my pink tee shirt up over my head, discarded, and was working on the fastener on my shorts. As they two dropped to the floor, he stood in amazement that I was a pre-op transsexual. He grabbed my lizard, gave it a couple of yanks, gave a chuckle, and said, "Well I'll be a monkeys uncle, what's this little thing here doing on a pretty little thing like you girl?" He leaned over, nestled his nose in between my breasts and inhaled deeply, still holding my cock in his hand gently massaging with his big paw. His other hand was holding me pressed up against him as he squeezed and lifted my balls with his fingertips. "Keep that up Tim and your going to get your hand all sticky. Let me take your uniform off big guy so I can inspect every inch of you for contraband, hidden treasures, and loaded weapons. What say big guy?" He just grunted and released my cock and balls and let me proceed with my request. It was glorious removing one item at a time of his massive attire. He loosened and removed his firearm, but let me do everything from then on. I felt like Barbie undressing Bob from his police officer's uniform. When the skin and hair started to show, I lost it completely. My tongue and lips immediately went to work on his nipples and the masses of hair protruding from under his armpits. He continued to have his fun with my breasts and nipples too as I removed piece after piece of his uniform. All the leather straps and protective gear he had on was a blast to fondle and slowly remove. Everything smelled so very masculine, a mixture of his male scent and leather. I was in whore heaven! He even had a knife and another small firearm in his macho boots. I wanted so much to lick and suck on his boots, but I thought he might think me too kinky. He was certainly of Irish lineage all right; all covered in layers of reddish auburn hair, slightly darker than what covered his buss cut head. He was a handsome devil, magnificent, full bodied, tall and muscular. I wanted this to last forever. My lips and tongue were having a field day inspecting ever crease and crevice of his downy covered body. He helped me with the huge boots, then stood back up and let me work on the final conquest, his skin tights that displayed that huge weapon I had been toying with since we entered my abode. As I slowly worked the blue material and his white boxers off his hips, his manhood bounced up and caught me in the chin sending a stream of pre-cum over my lips and cheek. I licked my lips of the fluid and savored the salty brew. There were over 10 inches of pure pink uncircumcised Irish bread beef staring at me. I caught my breath after the initial surprise to see such a beauty all surrounded by that long nest of auburn-red matting. Balls hung like those of a bull, dangling and swinging with each of his movements now that they were freed from their captivity. I buried my nose in the package and inhaled before the scent of his could escape and be lost. The pounding against my cheek was a welcome addition to my total bliss. I just cuddled the monster with my cheek and made love to it with my lips and tongue. The shaft was a mass of huge veins running top to bottom, bulging with masses of churning red blood, warm and exciting to my tongue. Masses of pre-cum were now dribbling within the bounds of my busy tongue. He managed to step out of his pants and boxers, as I was busy doing my thing with my new playmate - Officer Big Red. Now, just down to his socks, I had the whole picture of masculine perfection standing before me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me off down the hallway to the bedroom, me guiding his way from his powerful grip. He placed me on the edge of the bed, lifted my buns, and slid two pillows under me. "You have protection and gel girl?" I pointed to the bedside table drawer and he returned with both. He nibbled and sucked on my nipples and breasts, rubbing his dick over my belly and groin. Then he raised my legs up, kneeled and placed them on his shoulders. He spread my buns and went in for the prize with his chin leading the way for a very long hot tongue bath. He lapped, he sucked, he nibbled and he just about blew my wad right there on the spot with his male antics with pussy lapping. His chin stubble was rubbing against my inner thighs and up and down over my perineum sending shock waves of shear delight through my entire body. Soon a greased finger was in me, massaging, poking at my little hard nut up inside. I began to ooze pre-cum. Another finger added; then there were three and a thumb spreading and getting me hotter than a firecracker. "Oh Tim, I'm ready big guy - just fuck me. Please fuck me!" He slipped on a rubber and I felt the blunt end of his mass push against my anus. With significant pressure it popped in and the fires of hell rushed through me from his huge branding iron. Slowly he worked it up into me until the pain changed to wonderful warm bliss for me. Joy, warmth, love and delightful pleasure overcame me. I responded by working my muscles over the mass, as it was a big wonderful tube steak ready to flip over under the broiler in my enflamed oven. He was getting quite a workout. The perspiration was flowing off him and his smell was intoxicating me with his wonderful masculine scent. I just succumbed to his movements and let my internal muscles work in unison with his every stroke. He lasted longer than I would have expected. When he finally stiffened and sprayed his load into me, I blasted him with a load of my own across his hairy chest and stomach. He rested for all of two minutes, flipped me over and did it again doggie style. This time he lasted for almost a full hour. The guy was remarkably talented with his ability to take us both up to the summit, back off, and then take us up repeatedly without knocking the snow from the summit causing an avalanche. I thought! "After all he is trained to serve and protect. That was exactly what he was doing!" Needless to say, we had a very late lunch, then a dip in the Jacuzzi, another romp in the gurgling water and a nap cuddled up together for an hour before he reassembled himself and got ready to head out. I made sure he had my full name, address, and telephone number. I also told him I had three guys that lived with me that should not know he was dropping bye. I also told him during the day, anytime, to give me a jingle and he could come over and we could play some more, except for Mondays, Fridays and weekends when I worked in Oakland. Every Wednesday, he called and dropped by to say HELLO SWEET DANNY! I looked forward to his visits. I made sure he always arrived in his uniform. Mmmm Yea! I enjoy feedback from my readers. Please send your comments and suggestions to bertcarley@goldrush.com If you like my story, I need to know! It's my only compensation! Thanks!