Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 11:04:05 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Pies and Size Queens

	The following stories are sexually explicit tales involving gay
men.  If you are offended by the image of men who are sexually involved,
giving pleasure to each other, then you should stop reading now.

Hot Pies & Size Queens
Copyright 2002, Gary M. Smith


A Little Forward
	This collection of short scribblings, is an attempt to get at my
thoughts about certain kinds of fantasies our brains provide for our
physical enjoyment.  Without the mental process to stimulate our physical
being, our sexual selves might be as dull and unimportant as a trip to the
drugstore for a bottle of aspirin.
	I hope you have as much fun with these little vignettes as I had
imagining the men, their particular situations, their life and loves, their
dreams, its given me great pleasure.  Your pleasure with them in hand, was
my total goal.  I hope they succeed in their aim, and don't make too big a
mess in process.
	The idea here is to promote stimulating ideas, hopefully to prevent
getting busted by the Vice Squad, and to give you something to do with your
hands.  As Chi Chi, in Hot Delivery, has said, idle hands make the devil's
work.  So keep them busy boys.

			Phoenix, AZ

Job Interview
Chapter 1

	I graduated from a trade school after completing a course in auto repair.
Armed with my diploma and the confidence that the world was now my oyster, I
started searching for a job.  Having no real experience in the business
world, quickly became a stumbling block to finding work.  Most of the guys
who interviewed me declined my services because I was too inexperienced.  My
argument that I couldn't get experience without a job didn't cut any mustard
with them.
	After three weeks, of answering every ad in the paper, and going to at
least a dozen interviews, I called about an ad for an auto mechanic I came
across in a gay publication I like to read.  The guy that answered was very
up, and joked a lot, and asked me about experience.  I told him the truth,
and he hesitated but said I should come down after six P.M., and he would
talk to me.  He didn't have time during regular hours because he was short
handed, and too busy.
	I got there a little before closing time, and waited around in the waiting
area reading the out-of-date news magazines most of these places were
stocked with.  The receptionist, a young guy, pointed to the boss, his head
and upper torso obscured by the hood of a pretty little foreign job he was
working on.  From what I could see, he was a lanky tall guy that I was
guessing to be in his thirties.  When he finally stood up, wiping his greasy
hands with a rag, my heart skipped a few beats.  He was one sexy hunk of
male flesh.  His blond hair was cut short, but his tanned face was testimony
to hours of sunlight on his skin.  Obviously, Jack, the boss, was not all
work and no play.  He threw the rag into a hamper, and picked up a chart on
a clipboard, made a few notations, and tucked the pencil behind his ear, and
the clipboard under his arm and headed my way.
	"Jack this is..." The receptionist had forgotten my name already, so I
introduced myself.  Jack smiled at me and shook my hand.
	"Ronnie," he said to the receptionist after he'd acknowledged my presence.
"Why don't you lock up the bays, and go on home.  I'll be along later.  I've
got to interview this young man here."
	I could tell Ronnie didn't much care for the idea, but he did as he was
told, while Jack and I talked about my education as a mechanic.  I was
surprised to find out, that he was a graduate of the same school I'd
attended.  He knew their strengths and weaknesses, and also knew that I was
having a hard time getting hired anywhere.
	"Can you take a carburetor apart?"  He grinned at me, and his blue eyes
glinted.  His lanky body was well muscled, and he  put a strong arm around
my shoulder.   "Let's go out to the shop.  I've got a carburetor that needs
to be rebuilt.  I'll watch you work, and if you can do it satisfactorily,
you've got a job."
	On a work bench at the back of the closed bay, he showed me the greasy
carburetor, and the rolling tool cabinet that he said had everything I would
need for the job.  I was dressed in slacks and a white shirt with the
sleeves rolled up, and was a little concerned about getting black dirty
grease on some of my best clothes.  He told me I could take my shirt off to
keep it clean if I wanted, and I did.  He handed me a tool apron to protect
my pants.
	"Or, you could take those off too.  Won't bother me."  I thought about it
for a second, and told him they really were my best pants, and I knew the
grease wouldn't ever come out if I had an accident.  He just grinned, and I
went over the the waiting room and stripped off my pants.  I never wear
underwear, so I put the apron back on to cover my cock, and went back out to
where he was waiting.
	It only took me a few minutes to disassemble the carburetor, and find the
problem of a worn valve release and tired spring.  He got the items from his
parts room, and I fixed the problem, and reassembled the carburetor.  The
whole job had only taken twenty minutes or so.
	"Very impressive," Jack said.  "I also find your cute little butt
impressive.  You won't mind working in a gay establishment?"
	"Not very, unless the sex isn't any good."  Jack laughed, and put a hand on
my bare butt and ran his bird finger up my crack.  I pressed back against
his hand, and moaned.  He pulled on the apron strings, and the apron fell,
draping itself across my hardening cock.
	I let my hand trail behind me, and felt Jack's hardon through his uniform
pants.  He had a whopper of a cock, and I couldn't wait to feel it stroking
into my mouth and ass.  I turned to face him, and he threw the apron out of
the way, and kissed me, letting his tongue slip deep into my throat.  My
hands were busy trying to release his throbbing dick.  When I succeeded, I
dropped to my knees, tugging his pants down as I went, and swallowed his
gorgeous length of man flesh to the hilt.  My hands gripped and played with
his balls, and when I withdrew up his shaft for a breath of air, I let my
hand grip his cock, and stroked along with my mouth.  I twisted my mouth and
hand in opposite directions, and descended to his roots again, beginning a
bobbing twisting blowjob, that had him on tiptoe in no time.
	He grabbed my hair in a fist, and fucked my head with his big piece of
steamy meat.  His legs began to shake and quiver, and I thought he was going
to blow his wad down my throat, but he had other ideas.  He jerked his cock
out of my mouth and grabbed himself hard,  he forced the throbbing shaft
down without mercy between his trembling legs gripping so tightly that his
flaring glans turned a deep angry purple, dripping with my spit.
	"Whew!  I almost lost it!  What a fucking incredible blowjob!  I think the
sex is definitely going to get better around here." He lifted me up from the
floor with his strong hands in my armpits.  "I would like to put this thing
in your butt if you'll let me," he nuzzled my neck and ear as he whispered
what he had in mind.  He kicked his pants off his feet, and unbuttoned his
shirt, He fished a rubber out of his shirt pocket, and dropped it on top of
the pants.  By the time I had positioned myself spread eagle on the trunk of
the little foreign job he'd been working on, he had himself covered, and was
squeezing a generous handful of hand cream out of the dispenser next to the
washbasin.
	He wasted no time, slathering my asshole with the goopy stuff, and then
he'd worked it well up into my rectum, he used the remainder on his hand to
lube his own hardened shaft.  He didn't speak, when he placed his monster
tool against my poop chute and pressed, but as he expanded my assring with
his cock head, he groaned, and entered my tight asshole.
	"I'm going to plow your hot funky asshole until you can't walk boy."  He
stroked into me hard, getting at least halfway home before he reversed and
pulled out, leaving the flaring glans resting trapped in the tight ring of
my butt.
	"Yeah Jack! Fuck my ass.  I haven't had a hot fuck in weeks."
	He stroked to the bottom, and began a steady nut crushing cruise to
nirvana, using my slicked ass walls to reach the heights of ecstasy.
	"Oh man you've got one fucking hot ass!"
	"Then fuck it you goddamn assfucker!  Make me know I've had a hard man in
my asshole!"  He began to hump me harder and harder until his every stroke
was forcing the air out of my lungs with a hiss.  I could feel myself rising
to levels of passion and lust that brought a sweat out on my skin.
	"Oh fuck kid, this is the best piece of ass I've had in years.  If I can
fuck you like this everyday, we'll get along just fine."  He placed his hard
hands on my shoulders and squeezed tight.  His pounding thrusts into my hole
became one long exciting sensation of lust.  My sweat slicked body began
sliding on the smooth slick metal of the little sports car he was fucking me
on, and my horny rampant cock, was beginning to shiver and shake with the
need to cum.
	"Jack," I gasped.  "I'm gonna blow my wad!"
	"Fuckin' blow it kid.  Tighten that assring on my cock, I'm close to
blowing mine up your hot little pussyass."
	I felt my nuts contract, and suddenly the shaft of my cock began to vibrate
against the metal skin of the car, and I knew my hot slimy spunk was
streaking the paint job.  I groaned, and my assring gripped tight around his
pistoning cock.
	"Oh sweet jesus!"  He went rigid, buried as deep as he could get in my
asshole.  I felt him start to tremble first in his legs, and then his hips
and arms.  He held his breath, moaning with lust, and then blew his lungs
clear like a breaching whale, and began pumping my ass full of his spunk.
It took him a dozen strokes to empty his tight nuts into me, and I loved and
savored every one.  When he finally went soft, he pulled out of me, and
slapped my bare butt cheek once.
	"That was fantastic kid.  The sex has definitely improved around here.  The
job is your's if you want it."  He named a decent starting salary, and
hinted that there could be other benefits.
	"Like what?"
	"Like I'm going to be looking for a new lover any day now.  Ronnie and I
have been giving it a tryout for the past few weeks, but he's a better
receptionist than a fuck, and he can't suck a cock worth a damn.  I'd say,
you could fill that position too."  We smiled at each other, and slowly got
dressed.
	After I filled out some forms for the bookkeeper, he asked me if I'd be his
guest for dinner.  I agreed, being short of cash, and he treated to steaks
and beer which we enjoyed until after nine.  He offered to drop me off at
home, since I told him I didn't own a car yet.  He saw my dump of an
apartment I shared with another student, and clucked his tongue.
	"I may have to move faster on this thing with Ronnie than I expected.  We
can't have a first class mechanic of mine living in this sort of a dump."
He kissed me on the mouth, and squeezed my shoulder.  I copped a feel of his
cock, and he grinned at me.
	"See you first thing in the morning, seven sharp."  He turned to go, and
then turned back just as my roommate bounded up the stairs.  He took a fifty
dollar bill out of his wallet.
	"Call a taxi in the morning.  We'll see about getting you some wheels
tomorrow."  He clipped me on the chin with a mock punch, and grinned as he
turned and headed down the stairs.
	"Who was that?"  My roommate watched with his eyes wide, looking at the
fifty in my fist.
	"My new bossman."  I took him out for pizza, knowing he hadn't had the
money to eat anything but peanut butter sandwiches for days.

End