Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 02:38:22 EDT
From: LarzDominion@aol.com
Subject: Monique's Husband part II

This is for you gents who wanted to know the details regarding Monique's
husband, Richard, getting his fine  cherry ass deflowered (nifty bi/adult
encounters section). Thanks for your lusty E-mail's, guys.

So it's another sunny, warm, summer Sunday afternoon in San Diego, California
USA and I've just gotten back from the gym workout with my buddy Mark. My
pussycat Cleo meow's a greeting as she winds herself around my ankles. I toss my
gym bag onto the sofa as I wonder what kind of trouble I can get myself into
this afternoon...

My mind's eye travels back to the evening my babe'o'licious gal pal Monique
showed up with her new stud husband, Richard. During the course of the
evening's events she had pantsed her husband and had me spank his exceptional arse
cheeks and hole. He got hard over my attention and she proudly had waved his big
uncut fuck stick in my face, and that of my buddy Steven. "My hubby's got a
nice one," she boasted while jacking his baby maker. Just old and new friends
getting to know each other, you understand.

I'm already charged up. This day, after lifting weights and polishing off the
workout with a good steam room session with those naked and hard fucking
horny body blokes at the Bally's Holiday Health Spa. Damn. The local news
weatherman Mitch D. was sitting right by the front of the steam room with a mouth
watering 9" (no lie) uncircumcised hardon as I made my nude entrance.

Well, what was a pushy fucker such as myself to do but plant my sweaty rump
down right next to that handsome, blue eyed, fudge packer. Yeah, I knew through
the grapevine that he's "married" to some twink.

All right! He's got a salt and pepper fur covered chest and one fine bod. I
notice that the five other dudes on the three tiered benches are stroking
themselves or each other in the dim, hot, steam filled room. The randy blokes pound
their puds, and one good looking lucky dude's dick is getting a primo suck
job, as I look back to Mitch in his million dollar azure eyes. I go for it and
reach my hand over and shove my fuck you finger right up his suprisingly
receptive ass.

"Oh yeah," his vocalization resonates around the acoustically magical space
as he pops his wad so quickly I barely have time to get hard, much less off,
myself. What a sweet asshole, I think, as I finger fuck his prostate gland to
his climax. Wow. I extract my paw from his bunghole and reach up to rub his
spicy smelling sperm into his hunky hairy he-man chest just as my buddy Mark walks
in, giving me an, "oh no not again," admonishing glance. He looks around and
notices several of the other guys in the foggy "audience" spunking their loads
over the obscene display. I grasp Mitch's still turgid cum covered cock
glands and work his foreskin up and down a coupla times quickly just for good luck.
Mark frowns as his own penis begins to erect. Hypocrite!

All I could do is innocently shrug my shoulders as I rub Mitch's combined ass
juice and spooge into my mustache, inhaling deeply, proceeding to lick his
essences from my fingertips. "Let's go get a drink," Mark huffs, grabbing my
arm, as he hustles me out of the steam room and into the showers. I notice Mark
is as aroused as I am as he lathers up his smooth buff Germanic bod across from
me under the hot spray of the shower, cascading down his pretty boy self.

We towel off and dress quickly as I try not to obviously notice the parade of
male pulchritude exposed in the locker room. Don't you just love the way all
men, str8 or gay, get off on strutting their stuff, guys! I see Mitch standing
naked under the wall mounted blow dryer as his eyes connect with mine with an
"oh, no I just possibly jeopardized my public persona and career," wide eyed
moment of terror. I give him a 'not to worry' wink, with a crooked smile. His
pecker still looks puffed up and quite huge. I never see him at that gym
again.

"Cummon Mark. Let's go to 'The Hole' (a bar located across from the Marine
Recruit Depo-MCRD)," I beg as we pile into his Buick Riviera. "It's Sunday
afternoon beer bust."

"No way you slut puppy," he rejoins. "I've gotta get home to my hubby."
"Fine, I Hurrumph. It's the Caliph, then." Married folks, just no adventure! We
laugh about the Mitch episode over two cocktails at the sugardaddy bar before
Mark drops my ass off at my Hillcrest condo on Florida St. on his hasty way home
to pork his husband, Don's, butch beefy ass.

It's about 4:00pm as the cat loudly draws my attention to her empty food
dish. So I fill her up with her favorite Science Diet pellets and I notice the red
blinking light on the answering machine. Remember answer machines? I punch
the message button as Cleo lays her tail flat on the floor and hunkers down to
devour some good grub.

"Hey Lars," comes the baritone voice from the tape. "It's Richard, Monique's
husband. The wife's outta town and I was just wondering if I could come over
and hang out with you this afternoon?" Well, hot dang. The late afternoon's
looking up just as I was about to surrender to the notion of throwing on my come
fuck me duds and head on over to Pec's Leather Man's Bar (just one block from
my Florida St. home- gotta love San Diego, gents).

The studly dumbo neglects to leave his phone #, of course, and I about break
my wrist as I tear through my everything drawer filled with scraps of paper on
which tricks, friends, and bill collectors calling numbers are written. I had
long ago stopped including Monique's phone # in my address book as she moved
all too often. Bingo! I hoped it was still current as I dialed the man back.

"Lars!" Rich ejaculated enthusiastically over the phone. Caller ID was still
a new thing at that time. "Richard" I returned. "What's up, dude?" I knew
exactly what was up on my end at that moment. My throbbing man hungry cock!
"Monique's cable is cut off and I was wondering if I could come over and watch the
big game. She's outta town," he says. Does (then) president Clinton piss in the
oval office's potty room, I'm thinking?  "Sure bud, cummon over. I've got
brews and steaks for the grill. You know my address." "Thanks Lars, be there in
about twenty minutes." Rich hangs up and I proceed to run around and make my
bachelor pad presentable for company in the time allotted.

My cat Cleo gives me a knowing look as I suddenly feel guilty about my
anterior motives. "What the heck," I think as I tell her out loud that she knows
what daddy likes. "Fine" she telepathically blinks and sulks off to her favorite
hidden napping lair. I barely have time to brush my teeth and douche my ass
(always be prepared is my motto) as I hear my buzzer from the gated entrance
downstairs. "Cummon on up Rich," I tell him over the intercom as I buzz him in.

What a sight for sore gonads greets me as I open the door to him standing
there in his seductive male perfection wearing a white ribbed tank top and blue
jeans. I'm about 5' 10" and blonde/brown, hair hairy chested, with a neatly
trimmed beard and mustache, 185 lbs. and good-looking enough to have an always
full dance card.  Richard stands about six foot with wavy longish black/brown
hair and large dark eyes which penetrate to one's soul. I reckoned him at about
200 lbs. with a nice dusting of dark fur over his outstanding pecs, earned
through hard manual labor. Handsome and lean and mean looking in his blue jeans.
Prime breeder material!

He grasps my hand firmly in a warm fist as I notice what looks like a bottle
encased in a brown wrapper in his left hand. He follows my eyes to his welcome
offering. "Tequila. Jose Cuervo," he expounds as he raises the prize in his
hand with a big grin and a toss of his comely face. How very Southern
California of him. "Welcome, my friend" I say as I pull him into a comradly bear hug.
"So Monique's outta town, then" I redundantly inquire breaking the electrifying
contact. He smells good. Freshly washed with just a whiff of aftershave. No
foo foo perfume to mask his man musk. "Yep. Left me high and dry," he returns
as he tries to look disappointed.

"Get yourself a puppy, Rich. They stick around and are always obedient" I
kidded him as I ushered him onto my balcony. I saw him give me a quizzical sidew
ays glance as I walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the shot glasses and
Corona's. I supposed he was wondering why I was only wearing standard brief white
boxer underwear and nothing else. As I returned with the goods I added
"pretty warm this evening, isn't it?" "Yeah, you look comfortable, Lars."

"Dude, make yourself at home too" I say almost to eagerly. Again he makes his
patented sheepish face and I ask him "what's the deal you going commando
under those jeans?" "Naw. Like last time I was over. I'm just wearin' a jockstrap.
Didn't count on you getting me out of my pants so fast, " he informs me with
a look that would melt butter and a deep lusty laugh. "Hey, I like my guests
to feel at home. And I already know you look great in that jock, Rich," I
challenged. "Go ahead and get comfortable, pal. It's private up here." I poured us
up our first two shots of Jose as he lit a cig and paused to consider the
situation.

"Well, if you don't mind. And I quess since you've already seen it. Gonna
mention this to Monique?" He suddenly looked like a deer trapped in headlights.
"Who me? Not a chance, pal." He held my eyes with a steady gaze as we lifted
our shot glasses in a secretive salute. I arose to get us two more Coronas and
there was no missing the erection in my boxers which I about touched his lips
with as I retrieved his empty. When I returned with fresh icy brews there was
Rich looking awfully comfortable wearing a crisp white Bike jock, a devilish
grin, a wedding ring and nothing else.

"Here ya go sport" I hand him his next brew and comment favorably on his
undergear. "Yeah Monique told me you like seeing a blokes hard asses framed in a
jockstrap." That's my girl and how right on she is. "When's the big game on," I
inquire? "Let's skip it. Much too nice outside. Don't you agree?" I Do agree.
And after shooting the breeze some more I ask Richard to get us another
round. There's only a moments pause before he stands to retrieve my empty then
turns placing his naked finely furred cheeks in my face to pick up his own empty.
"Mmmmm that looks good enough to spank" I say out loud as I feel the palm of
my right hand begin to heat up. He only turns his face to me, cheeks reddening.
You guess which ones. My eyes burn into his melons as he saunters away.
Double dog dang!

"You hungry yet" I ask following him inside? "Huh?" He looks up distractedly
as he's once again bent over looking into the fridge, thrusting those tasty
looking globes in my direction. "Hungry-you-yet?" He blinks and kids me he
"thought I said horny." "That too stud," I kid him back. "Say, you wanna order
delivery. Much too warm out to grill." I speed dial up Mt. Etna's Pizzeria and
place the order. Then I get the bright idea to pop in a video my friend Ken in
San Francisco had sent me. It was titled "Cop Spank" starring Ken, of course, in
a cop uniform as he administers harsh discipline to some very bad tough
customers. Richard really gets into watching the action as he leans over the
counter. Sounds of smack smack smack and moaning boys fill the room as I slide up
behind Rich and lightly brush his rump with my right palm. "Mmmmm..." he intones
as I suddenly land the first blow. "Ouch." He bucks but doesn't budge." Smack
smack smack reverberates around the room as I reach up and twist his nipples.
"Oh, yeah" he groans as I land some more well aimed blows. He surprises me by
reaching back with booth hands and spreading himself wide open. Now we're
talking. Smack smack smack. He's laid his chest down on the counter as I slow
down on the abuse long enough to rub circles around his pink pucker with my
thumb. I hear no objections as I sink it upto the first knuckle. He wiggles it
around and starts humping back as his head pops up. Smack smack smack "bad boy" I
bark as I push him back flat with my left hand. Smack smack smack I get three
more in as the buzzer goes of alerting us the delivery man was down stairs.

"Break time. Let him up. You pay him Rich. I gotta take a wicked piss. Here's
twenty-five bucks. That'll cover the tip." I sense his dilemma as I walk
away, evilly leaving him to answer the door in his obvious state. Ain't I a
stinker? And I know that the cute Italian delivery boy is gay. Of course Richard
doesn't know this and is thinking that he's gonna look like a perv to the kid.
Good. A little humiliation with dinner hits the spot! I drain the weasel, which
takes awhile since my aching cock needs to deflate enough to let flow. Yeah,
my bad boy's been boned for well over an hour at this point. I return just in
time to witness the wide eyed stare the swarthy teen was giving Richard's ass,
covered as it was with bright red palm prints. Richard treats me to a 'if
looks could kill you'd be dead meat' expression on his handsome face. But he
carries on like a trooper. What a guy!

He hands the kid his money and the lad hesitates, staring down at Richard's
packed jock pouch. "Sorry, Antonio. He's mine, all mine," I echo the very same
words Monique had said in this room just a few weeks ago. I slam the door in
the blinking buffoon's' face and bust up laughing. "You fucker" Rich bellows as
he rushes over and slams my back against the door. Man he's sweating and his
chest is heaving as he turns the tables on me and holds me in place with an
Iron Grip. Mmmmm... now I'm getting manhandled. "Fuck you, asswipe" he bellows
but I can't stop laughing only making him madder in his embarrassment.

"Relax shithead. Antonio's gay and you just made his day and mine too by the
way. You loved it too." I reach down and grab his erection for emphasis. He
freezes for a moment to take it all in, looks down at my hand on his hard
Johnson, and suddenly busts up laughing himself. One more "fuck you, Lars" outta him
and releases his hold over me. "Fine Rich," I tell him as I drop my underwear
to the floor and turn to rub my big smooth asscheeks all over his package. He
reaches around to twist my nipple and pull me back against his hard hairy
chest. "You gay guys are really fucked up. You know that." Another wave of
laughter rolls outta him and bangs his hairy pecs against my smooth back as he bites
down on my neck. "Yeah, and I'm the worst of the lot" I come back at him as
he reaches down and tentatively runs his hand over my once again erect member.
"So I see" Rich responds as he grabs my nuts hard! OUCH!

Grrrrr... Well that's all for now Gentle Readers. Maybe next time around
we'll get to the really good part! In the mean time I hope you enjoyed this
installment and true tale from Lars. Hey, it was the gay '90s...