Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 20:42:18 -0700
From: cox_zucker@hotmail.com
Subject: Fuck Todd

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sex between two men. If this subject matter offends you, or if you are
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FUCK TODD

I'm thinking aloud again. "Fuck Todd!" You know I'm pissed when I'm
thinking out loud. I'm realizing that letting Todd's bull shit get to
me has been my second mistake. My first was putting up with it in the
first place. "I feel sorry for the poor bastard I'm gonna fuck
tonight," I added, audibly again. When I'm angry, I tend to like to
fuck... angrily. Maybe that's why my miserable relationships tend to
extend well past their expiration dates. Or, just maybe, that's why
that miserable bastard would start shit with me; because he knew I'd
pound his ass afterward like there was no tomorrow.
 I let the door slam behind me as I exit my apartment. I'm all too
aware of how immature I seem to appear when I have my little tantrums,
but it allows me to quickly gain composure when I let off a little
steam. "I'm glad that sex club is so close by," I think, and it's the
first thought I've had in thirty seconds that manages not to escape my
lips. I've never been to this place before. Sure I live in a major
metropolitan area, but I'm in the suburbs. I can't imagine the kind of
trade that lurks in a suburban tearoom. "Fuck it! I have condoms. I
have lube. Give me a hole and a dark room and I'm good to go." Yes, I
know I'm delirious, "I'll have plenty of time to regret it later!"
 My stride is long and fast. It takes me just under ten minutes to
walk the twelve and a half blocks and reach the front entrance of the
spa. I finding myself slowly coming back to reality so the trepidaton
finally arrives. I'm questioning whether I actually want to enter this
place. My cock decides to answer by twitching in my briefs.
 As I swing through the entrance, I'm "greeted" by the thuggish
looking guy behind the counter. "I.D!" he barks, and I fumble into my
denim back pocket for my wallet. I flip the wallet open to unveil my
driver's license  through it's protective plastic window. "Take it
out!" he shouts, and I'm forced to pull it from it's nesting place.
 I'm barely a month away from my thirtieth birthday, and despite my
modestly sturdy six foot one inch frame, I have a baby face that often
makes me look well under twenty. This can be a curse as much as a
blessing. I'm usually flattered whenever I'm carded, but under these
circumstances, I'm merely annoyed.  He examines the card like a
detective. I'd momentarily forgotten that I've recently colored my
hair one shade darker than my normally medium brown hue until he
shoots me a hard look. "This you?!" he asks, as if to expect me to say
"no" regardless of whether or not it is. "Who else would it be?" I
shrug.
 First time visit, so he tells me its membership plus locker and room
fee. "Damn," I think, "This isn't gonna be a cheap fuck, is it?" I
pull the two twenties from my wallet and count out the rest from the
wad of crumpled fives and ones in my front pocket. He hands me a towel
than I think used to be white but from the dim lights of the room, I
can tell it's more of a warm off-white. I probably would've been more
grossed out by it if I'd dwelled on in long enough, but I'm here and
I've already paid, so I won't do that.
 I go to the lockers and strip down to my boxers. I fling the towel
over my shoulder and head down the corrider to the main area. Then it
dawns on me. "Oh hell, it's dead here tonight!"
 I'm guessing there are about seven guys in the place; Four of them
appear to have hooked up already; two look like their doing a
cocktease flirtation dance with each other: Will they or won't they?
"Who cares?" I think, "I don't want either one of them." There's one
last guy lurking in the shadows. About the only thing I can make out
is the reflection of a nearby video screen off his coke-bottle glasses
and a glimmer of drool dripping from his lip. "Oh, that's hot!" I
mumble sarcastically under my breath. "Well, this turned out to be a
bust."
 It's time to make the most of it, so I enter my room and close the
door behind me. There's a "pay-per-view" video machine inside, and
fortunately, I still have about twelve dollars worth of ones on me.
After the third try, the machine stops spitting out my first dollar
bill. The movie kicks in and the first channel reveals a close-up
vaginal shot which looks more like a gynocology special on the
Discovery Channel than anything vaguely erotic. "Ugh... cheap het
porn. The night just keeps getting better, don't it?"
 Flipping through the channels until I'm down to the last dime of my
first dollar, I land on a video that looks as though it might have
some potential. I instinctively feed three more dollars into the
machine. I hear the doorknob jiggle and immediately, like a reflex, my
foot lands at the base of the door to hold it in place. Then, a knock.
"Occupied!" I shout, and I hear grumbling on the other side. With
that, the "pissed-off-bitch" inside me is pleased with herself.
 The night seems to get progressively worse and the video on the
screen begins to lose whatever potential it had as it began. I was
becoming increasingly distracted by the crewd drawing of a penis which
was grafittied on the wall which looked more like a "Killroy was here"
cartoon turned upside down than any erect prick I'd ever seen. By this
point I was even making a mental note of the "For a good time" message
which was scrawled underneath. "I'm not gonna waste the rest of my
money here. I'm gonna grab the bus back home." It's time to cut my
loses and call it a night.

 I open the door and enter back into the corridor. Six or seven more
guys have arrived. They don't even look as though they're cruising.
One of them genuinely looks like he's trying to get an actual work-out
on the provided makeshift weight equipment!  I make my way by him down
the hall to the exit, and all of a sudden, you guessed it. There he
was!
 He was around two inches shorter than I, and appeared to be two years
younger. He had a slight but solid frame, easily twenty pounds lighter
than I, but toned. His features were almost feminine, but he had an
amazingly masculine presence as he walked. There was just enough light
in the room to notice his hair was frosted at the tips a white
bleached blond. As he passed by, his eyes appeared to be fixed on me
yet seemed to be looking right through me. He parted his lips as if he
was about to say "hey"but instead said nothing and continued by.
 Damn, I wanted him. I decide to discretely follow behind him from a
few yards back. I'm in the last place on earth were one is not
expected to be coy, but quite frankly it was the only thing I could
think of at the time. He turned a corner and made his way down a
seemingly empty maze off corridors. I was far enough behind him that
when I decided it was time to catch up he'd vanished. "Shit! I lost
him!" This made me even more determined to hunt down my prey.
 I wandered around the maze for about ten more minutes. "He couldn't
have gotten too far," I insist to myself. I decide to turn around and
head back to my own room. I reach the door and take one more glance
over both my shoulders in hopes that, perhaps, hopefully, he'd been
following me. Again, I don't see him. I turn back again to face the
door and begin to push it open. Out of nowhere, I feel a body brush up
against me from behind. "Omigod, it's him!" I feel a chill run through
my body. He turns to face me.
 "Excuse me," he says politely, and I find myself  both surprised and
impressed with his courtesy. I was also quite taken aback by just how
deep his voice was.
 "No problem," I respond.
 He asks "That your room?" as he once again seems to look through me
as he peers through the slightly open door.
 "Yeah," I answered. Before I was able to finish the last breath of
the word, I felt his hand grab the back of my shoulder as he pushed me
inside and followed in behind me. As we went inside, his tongue
forcefully entered my mouth as he spun me around so my back was facing
the door His one hand was still firmly behind my shoulder, the other
reaching back to push the door shut.
 The hand which was on my shoulder began to clench tightly into my
back, massaging me deeply. The other grabbed the back of my head,
fingers wriggling though my hair, pulling me inward. His tongue
continued its exploration of my mouth and throat. I'm normally not
into such aggressive kissing, but this guy was hot. I didn't mind it
so much. I tried to use my lips in a fruitless attempt to wrangle
control of his tongue from him.
 His hands made their way up to my shoulders and began to press me
downward. "Hey! I know that move," I thought to myself, knowing full
well he was trying to get his dick into my mouth, "I invented that
move!" I lied to myself. "I didn't come here to suck, I came here to
get sucked off." I didn't intend to go down without a fight, so to
speak.
 Before I could even finish my thought, however, his tongue left my
mouth and his lips dove in for my left ear. He applied the perfect
combination of "nibble, suck, lick, blow" that sent a shiver through
my entire body. As my knees began to quiver, they buckled under the
pressure of his hands and I collapsed to my knees.
 I looked up into his eyes and I felt drunk from the sensations that
were swimming through me. He looked down at me, and he looked as
though he felt satisfied with himself in winning our  little power
struggle. My eyes traced his body, from his eyes down his chest. For
the first time, I'd noticed the light sprinkling of dark hair on his
torso which contracted into the happy trail which seemingly poured out
of his navel down to the rim of the towel.
 Without a word, the towel fell to reveal a thick uncircumcised cock,
a centimeter or two shy of eight inches, fully erect and jutting
forward into my face. I could do nothing but stare.
 "Suck it," he whispered, like some beautiful command. Any thoughts
I'd had of resisting were nothing more than a distant memory.
Instinctively my mouth dropped open and my tongue extended a bit.
 "Mmm, very good," he praised me. His hand grabbed the back of my
head, tugging my hair slightly, and he pulled me forward so that his
cock entered my lips and slip halfway across my tongue. He held me in
place with his hand and enjoyed my mouth for a moment.
 He asked, "You like that?" but I couldn't respond. My hands worked my
way up his legs until they reached his hips and then squeezed his
asschecks lightly.
 "I'll take that as a yes," he cockily responded to his own question,
and with that his body arched a bit. His cock pushed deeper into my
mouth until it was all the way in. His pubic hair was brushing my nose
and I could feel his balls against my chin. I knew if he could get it
in any deeper he would. Again, he just held me there. As he did, I
soon felt myself briefly struggle for air and I gagged slightly.  The
sound of my gagging made him snort a chuckle, and he then slid his
prick back slowly across my tongue until the head reached my lips. His
hips began to slowly jerk his prick in and out, so I increased my
suction to prevent the saliva from pouring out of the corner of my
mouth.
 "That feels good, dude," he complimented me, "suck me like that!" My
wiggled my tongue around as best I could, trying to slide it under his
foreskin whenever his cock began to exit. My hand left his hip and
worked its way to his balls, slowly rubbing and carressing them. I
also worked my fingers behind his sac and massaged him all the back to
just underneath his hole. He let out a slight moan and began thrusting
his dick faster and harder.
 We kept this pace going for nearly ten minutes. The entire time, I
could hear the door opening and closing behind me. I could only
imagine the curious by-standers who were trying to get a gander at our
little show, but all I could see was this stud pounding my throat.
 "Get the fuck out!" he eventually yelled. Apparently the audience was
breaking his concentration. His dick began to soften and left my
mouth. "Cripes! I just came here to get my nut of, man. Too many
fuckin' pervs, I gotta get the hell outta  here!"
 "Well," I tried to console him, "What did you expect? This is the
Pervert Palace! We're just intruders on their turf, aren't we?"
 He laughed, "I guess your right, man." He reached down to the floor
for the towel and began to wrap it around himself once again. Feeling
slightly embarrassed and disappointed, I lifted myself up off my knees
to stand. "Hey," he added, "do you live nearby?"
 "Umm, yeah," I answered, "I'm only about a mile or so down the
street."
 "Cool!" he exclaimed excitedly, then quickly corrected himself for
his enthusiasm, "Err, I mean, is it cool if we go there?"
 "Yeah, sure. If it's okay with you."
 He pressed his index finger against my lips and circled them all the
way around and pushed it into my mouth. "Hell yes, it's okay with me!
C'mon, let's go!"
 He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him out of the room. I turned
to go to my locker and he said, "Dude, my locker's this way. My car's
out back, I'll meet you outside."
 There was a part of me that was afraid I was gonna lose my young
stud, so I raced to my locker and dressed as quickly as I could. I
then rushed outside and around to the back parking area. I pulled out
a cigarette and anxiously smoked it as I waited for him to arrive. As
I took the third quick, hard drag, the back door swung wildly open and
he burst outside.
 Under the glare of the street lamps, I could see that he was even
better looking in the light than he was in the dark. I only hoped he
felt the same way about me.
 He darted past me with his keys dangling from one hand, and I got a
good glimpse of his perfectly formed bubble ass. He motioned his other
forward, "The red Probe," as he said this, I heard a blip and then the
flashing headlights of his car in front of us. He opened the driver's
side door as I sidled over to the passanger side. I searched his eyes
as if to ask for permission to enter, "It's open."
 We hopped into the car and I started to give him directions. As he
drove, I saw his right hand move down to his crotch and he began to
stroke himself through his jeans. He spotted that I noticed him do
this and said, "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to be rude." He then grabbed my
left wrist and replaced his own hand with mine. "That's better," he
said with a smile.

 As we reached my building, I swore this guy was going to crash the
car. He was in such a hurry. We entered and made our way up the stairs
to my apartment. I unlocked the door and let him in first. His clothes
started to come off before we made it to my bedroom.
 "Shhh," I commented, "My roomates are asleep."
 "Roomates?" he replied, "Ooh, dude, that's hot!"
 "No," I assured him, "They're just roomates. It's not going to be
that kind of night."
 With mock disappointment, he said "Bummer, dude!"
 The door of my bedroom closed behind us. I turned on a few low lights
so I could continue to take in the view of him. When I finished, I
kicked off my jeans and noticed that he was already stripped
completely nude, and lying flat on his back atop my bed.
 "So," I said in an attempt to break any tension (real or imagined)
that may've still been lingering, "Where were we?"
 "You," he responded, "were right here," as grabbed his stiffening
cock and pointed it at me again, shaking it. He spread his legs a bit
farther as I lowered myself on the bed between them. I was again face
to face with his hard prick.
 I took him once more into my mouth, working my lips and tongue over
the shaft and head. This time, he placed his hands behind his head and
allowed me to do all the work, all the while moaning in ecstacy. As I
sucked him, I allowed my hands to explore his torso, rubbing his
abdomen and massaging his pecs and nipples. Of course, I would
occasionally take a rest from bobbing on his dick to lick and suck on
his balls and inner thigh.
 Then I'd go back to work on his cock. I'd stare him directly in the
eyes as I sucked him just to see the enjoyment in his face.
 "That feels fuckin' awesome," he'd say, and with each moan I knew I
was doing something right and that I'd have to do more of it. "You're
gonna make me shoot!"
 I pulled his dick out of my mouth and moved my arm under his leg so
that my fingers could grab his ass. "Not yet," I asserted. I then
worked my lips down the shaft of his cock with gentle, sucking kisses
until I reached his balls. I began sucking and kissing his nuts, all
the while sucking one, then the other, and eventually both into my
mouth.  I released them and then blew warm air from my lungs onto his
scrotum. I gave his sac a little nibble, then a lick, then a kiss.
 I began to lift his leg over my shoulder with the force of my arm,
and I worked my lips down under his balls to his asscheek. He let out
a slow deep moan as my mouth got closer and closer to his crack. When
I worked my tongue along the crack I felt his legs spread wider and
his hips push his hole into my mouth.
 "Oh fuck!" he shouted, "Your mouth is so fucking hot!" I darted my
tongue deeper into his tight, almost hairless pucker.
 I could feel from his body that his hand was now ferociously
attacking his own cock. "I'm gonna come!" he screamed, and grabbed my
hair again. He pulled me back down onto his cock and fucked my face
hard. "I wanna come in your cocksucking mouth!" he shouted.
 Before I could fully absorb what he had said, I felt his prick erupt.
My initial reaction was to pull away, but his hand held my head firmly
in place. His salty seed spilled across my tongue and down my throat.
"Swallow it dude," he said forcefully, "Eat my fucking load!" I
willingly complied, swallowing every drop as quickly as I could. He
pistoned himself in my mouth again and again well after he'd stopped
coming and relaxed his grip of my head.
 I pulled my face from his cock and began to nursingly kiss and suck
on the balls that had so generously fed me. I stared up at him and
then back at his dick to notice that he was still hard and jumping up
and down.
 "I'm ready to go another round," he sneered down at me. All I could
do was look up at him and smile.
 I rolled over onto my back to reveal my own raging hard on. "That's
fine by me," I said. "I still haven't come yet."
 "Cool... So, umm," he replied nervously, "What gets you off?"
 "Well, this was definitely fun," I answered, "and I'd love to eat
your ass some more."
 His eyes lit up. "That was fucking awesome! I never had my butt eaten
before! I'll definitely let your tongue back up there!" His legs
opened up wide around my head.
 "Actually," I told him, "I was hopin' you'd roll over on your
stomach."
 Now there was a slight hint of worry in his eyes.
 I looked up at him and smiled. "Trust me," I said.
 He slowly rolled over. His round, smooth asscheeks were pointed
directly in the air and I stared at them for a moment. I began to
massage them with my fingers and then lowered my lips down to them to
kiss them. I slowly slid my tongue up and down the crack, lightly at
first. I then applied more pressure so that my tongue entered his
crack and worked my way down to his hole again. Again, as before, he
let out a long, slow moan.
 I worked my tongue deep into his hole. The hands I was once using to
massage his cheeks were now trying to spread them apart so my tongue
could tunnel even further. I heard a whimper, then a pant, and another
long, slow moan. This only encouraged me.
 As I rimmed his ass, I rubbed my prick against his leg. I snuck one
of my hands away from his ass into the pockets of the pair of jeans
I'd dropped to the floor. I grabbed one of the condoms I'd brought to
the club earlier and quietly opened it. I pulled the latex over the
shaft of my dick, all the while my mouth and tongue never leaving his
asshole.
 Once the rubber was firmly in place and my mouth planted firmly in
his ass, I used my hands to explore his body. I rubbed the small of
his back and massaged his back and shoulders. His ass began grinding
deep into my face. His deep, low moans were replaced by high-pitched
whimpers.
 I slid my tongue back up to the top of his crack and kissed my way up
his spine. My lips met his neck, and his body was firmly pinned
underneath mine. I nibbled and kissed his neck and my cock rubbed
across his ass cheeks. The shaft slid up and down his crack. I used my
finger to tickle and tease his hole.
 His legs then tensed up, and his moaning stopped. "Dude," he said
nervously, "I'm not a bottom."
 I continued to slide my cock up and down along the crack of his ass
which was wet with my saliva. "I never said you were."
 I kissed his neck a few more times. My mouth left his neck and my
lips dove in for his left ear. I applied the same combination of
"nibble, suck, lick, blow" that he had done to me earlier in the club.
I felt his whole body shake and his knees buckle. I felt his legs
slowly spread apart.
 "Fuck me," he whispered...

 The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed. I was disappointed,
because I'm always friskiest in the morning and was hoping to go
another couple rounds with my newfound friend. I looked over toward
the nightstand to see what time it was, and noticed his pager was
there. I quickly examined it to see if there was some telltale sign as
to how I could reach him in order to return it, but the queue was
empty. "Damn!" I thought, "I didn't even get his name."
 I groggily lifted myself from the mattress and slumped over to the
bathroom to clean myself up. When I got to the sink, I noticed a piece
of paper taped to the mirror.

 "Hey buddy!
 "I accidentally left my pager at your place this morning. Give me a
call when you get a chance so I can swing by tonight and pick it up!!
555-7893...
 " -Jeffrey"

 It suddenly dawned on me that I'd totally forgotten what I was so
pissed off about the night before.