THIS NOVEL IS PUBLIC DOMAIN, AND CANNOT BE REPRINTED, OR SOLD FOR PROFIT. IT IS TO BE READ, SHARED, AND PASSED AROUND FREELY. THIS NOVEL WAS WRITTEN BY MY LOVER OF 12 YEARS, AND WILL BE PLACED ON THE BOARD A CHAPTER OR TWO AT A TIME OVER THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. FORWARD ANY RESPONSES TO PETER PAUL AT "ROUGH AND READY" BBS SAN FRANCISCO CA. (415) 864-6535. PETER PAUL THE BURLINGTON CHAPTER 2 The old Burlington hotel, had once been the show place of the city with fine chandelier, ornate carpeting, and a magnificent grand staircase, but as the middle of the city had decayed so had the hotel, until all that remained of the Burlington's once opulent environment were fragments of frayed carpeting, and the still magnificent grand staircase. Although Brian thought of it as an apartment, his rooms had been called the Sanatra suite, after a once famous singer. All of the original furnishings were gone now, sold at auction years ago, but the architecture, and the fine old carpeting still remained as a testament to the past grandeur of his rooms. Of the three suites on the top floor Brian's was the nicest. It ran the entire length of the immense old building, giving a fine view past the street below to the bay, and the ocean beyond. The inhabitants of the Burlington, were exactly what Brian had expected, an expansive cross section of the downward moving lower class. There were hookers, pimps, drug addicts, and alcoholics, all trying to rip each other off. But this is exactly what Brian wanted, because only here in the glitter of the ghetto could he find what he considered real men. He liked 'em ruff, unshaven, and manly. Brian didn't know who owned the Burlington. He paid his rent at a small desk to the left of the grand staircase. It was obviously that there had once been a huge reception desk, because to the right of the existing desk there was a large rectangle of carpet missing just where it must have gone. The small desk that had replaced it looked like a ticket booth, with it's sealed walls, and round-holed glass front. "Any mail for 1101?" Brian asked, staring over the desk counter at the clerk's crotch. Brian had just moved in a couple of days ago and he had never seen this clerk before. He was tall and slender, with a handsome, but pocked face, and looked like he was fresh from the midwest with his cowboy boots, and leather cowboy hat. "Here," the clerk said, handing Brian a hand full of mail, before turning back to his T.V. program. "Thanks" Brian said trying to get his attention. "How long you worked here?" "Couple of weeks," the guy said, not bothering to look up. "How ya like it" Brian tried again. "It's alright," said the clerk turning a cold face. Brian tapped his mail on the desk, and backed off a step and threw his arms out. "Sorry man" Brian said sarcastically, and walked off. "Asshole," Brian thought, looking over his shoulder at the clerk as he walked up to the elevator, and pushed the UP button. "But an AssHole, with a nice box" he added to himself As usual the elevator took forever and by the time Brian finally stepped in, he had been joined by two huge black men. "What floor" one of the men said pushing the close button. "Eleven" Brian said leaning against the wall, and checking them out. "You guys live here." The two men looked back and forth at each other, then the smaller one said "Hay, you got any money?" "Sure" Brian said reaching into his pocked, and snappimg open a buck knife. "And I'm going to keep it." "Ha man" said the shorter "We just ask, you-know. It ain't like we be robbing you or nothing." "I know" Brian said checking out the tall one with the bulge running down his slacks leg. "You're just curious right." "Ha man, we don't want no trouble" he said, looking over at his friend, and back at the knife. "No trouble" Brian said closing the knife, but keeping it in his hand. "It's just I live here, and I'm not going to be shook down in my own building, even if I have to put someone in the hospital to make my point. Now, if you men need money then maybe we can come to some agreement." "What, you talking about, man" spoke the taller one striking a fearsome pose, and giving Brian a filthy look. "I'm talking about that" Brian said pointing at the organ that ran down his leg. "We got ourselves a fruit here Willie," the shorter one said, hitting his friend and starting to laugh. "A fruit with a knife. That's too much." "How much?" ask the taller one, pushing his laughing friend away, and looking straight into Brian's face. "I could ask you the same thing" Brian said leaning against the wall, and dropping the knife back into his pocket. "Ha man, what you talking about?" ask the shorter one, confused by his friends interest, and Brian's remark. "I've never seen bigger" said the taller, revealing the innate intelligence in his handsome face for the first time. "And I come in buckets." "Come on man. The guy's a fruit!" said his friend stepping between he and Brian, and looking up into his friends face. "How much?" he ask again, ignoring his friend and gently pushing him aside. "Fifty," Brian said already imagining the thing hard and dripping in his mouth. "Tell my old lady I'm still over at Tim's" The taller one said to his friend pushing him out the doors as they opened. "And if she hears about this you're dead meat." "Ha man..." The short one started before the doors closed his out. As the car started moving again Brian and the man looked at each other but didn't say a word. There didn't seem much point, everything had already been settled, and an agreement had been struck. Brian would exchange the money he earned for the use of the man's tool. But, Brian couldn't help but wonder about the man. There was obviously more to him than a long dangling crotch, because despite his shabby clothes, and broken english, the man looked quite intelligent. "Sit down" Brian said pointing to the couch in his apartment, as he headed off for the kitchen. "You want a beer, or something." "Sure" the man said looking around. He hadn't known the Burlington had rooms like this. His was small with no toilet, and peeling wall paper. This place was huge, freshly painted, and beautiful. "Nice place" he said sitting down and feeling the couch with his hands. "Thanks. Here's you're beer." Brian said, sitting down next to the man and sliding his hand across his thigh to his organ. "What's you're name?" "Willie" he said staring out at the ocean. He really needed the money. He was two week behind in his rent, and his girlfriend was talking about leaving. "You got that fifty?" he ask, staring at the money in Brian's hand. "Ho, Sorry," Brian said, handing him the money. "Well, what do I do?" Willie said standing up and turning his thoughts to the business at hand. "Do you want me to take off my clothes?" Brian took a big gulp of his beer, and nodded his head, he liked the idea of watching the man strip, and riveted his eyes to his body as bit by bit Willie removed his clothes, untill all that remained were his blue striped boxer shorts. "Wait." Brian yelled as Willie slid his thumbs under the band of his shorts. He could just see the fat uncut head of Willie's long cock playing peak-a-boo through the leg hole of his shorts, and the thick folds of his long ball sack jiggling in his open fly, and he put his hand on top of Willie's and said "Leave them on a bit will ya." Spreading the fly apart with his fingers, Brian stared in at the fat uncut cock that hung long and soft down over Willie's heavy ball. "Nice cock," he said, sliding both hands into the fly and scooping the long cock and balls out onto the outside of the shorts. "Nice!" he repeated again, shaking his head in disbelief as the heavy cock and balls rolled back and forth along Willie's thy. "nice, Nice, NICE!" he kept repeating as he slid his hand up under Willie's massive balls and began stroking his cock like a cat. "You're sure nice," Brian added again without thinking as he pulled down on the pucker of forskin, and adjusted the long cock into the middle of the huge balls. Willie felt foolish standing with his cock hanging out of his shorts, while some man stroked it with his finger tips, and repeated how nice it was. He knew it was nice. Every woman he had met since he was thirteen had told him how nice it was, but this was a first, some fruit paying him fifty bucks to hold it in his hand and inspecting it like a meat inspector before he rubber stamped it U.S.D.A. PRIME. "Why don't you suck it," Willie finally said trying to hurry the thing along. He was uncomfortable with the whole thing and didn't know if he could even get it up. "Oh yaaaaa", Brian said, pushing his face against it and rubbing the soft harry mass back and forth. "I'll suck it." He lifted the soft fat thing up and pushed it against his eye for a second before finally laying it on his tongue and sucking it in. "It tickles," Brian garbled out over the soft organ. Even soft it's great length filled his throat, and he laughed to himself as he felt the soft pucker of forskin tickle his throat. "Woo-Woo," he said, mimicing a train whistle as he gently tugged on Willie's balls, and blew on his cock like a brass instrument. "Listen," Willie said, pulling his cock from Brian's mouth with one hand, and scooping his balls up with the other, and dropping it all back into his shorts. "There's your money on the table. I just can't do this." "I'm sorry" Brian said feeling the floppy organ through the soft fabric, as he looked up into Willie's handsome brown face. "I can come on a little strong some times. It's just I'm nervous. It's not every day you get something this nice, and I'm already worried about if I'm going to get it again. "Yea well, maybe some other time" Willie said pulling Brian's hands off his organ, and looking around for his pants. "Listen Willie, I want you as bad as that special girl, who's pants you couldn't get into back in high school." Brian said, putting his hand back on the soft organ and looking up into Willie's puzzled face."There had to be one." "O.K." Willie said, dropping his shoulders and faking a smile. "Is it alright if I lay down." "Anything you want," Brian said, watching him peel off his shorts before following him over to the couch, and laying down between his legs. Once out of those grubby clothes it was even more obvious how handsome Willie really was. He had a broad intelligent face with full lips, big light brown eyes and long eyelashes. He was about 6'3" with broad shoulders, and a well formed chest with handsome large brown nipples, and a slight sprinkling of hair curling between the two strong muscular mounds. "You really are a handsome bastard" Brian said Stretching his thumbs out from the rest of his hands like a camera sight and laying his palms gently down on Willie's thighs "especially here" he added looking at the mass of flesh and hair that fell between Willie's legs, down onto the couch. Brian looked down worshipfully at Willie's crotch, and remembered how nice Willy's crotch looked when he had been standing. Then the puckered tip of his fat tool fell close to his knee, and that the long folds of his ball sack took his balls half down his thigh. But now as he sat, the crinkled folds of his ball sack cascaded down from his thick hair, until finally it kissed up against his huge balls and folded over in soft fleshy drapes, and his uncut organ ran gently across his huge balls, out across the couch. And like a sitting or standing Buddha, Brian didn't know which was more magical. But as Brian stared at his God it came to life. Almost indiscernible at first, with only a slight smoothing of it's wrinkles, it grew out along the couch, until a lip of foreskin caught on the ribbing, and it popped up over the edge. Then swelling, it strained to lifted it's own heavy mass up even with the edge of the couch. Finally in a long slow mystical unveiling the head slowly appeared from with in the peeling foreskin, and glistened in Brian's eye. This was too much for Brian, and like a man with a holy mission, he reverently pick up the heavy organ, and after pushing the skin behind the fat head into a bunch, slid it into his mouth and gently closed his lips with a moan. He just held it there for a long moment, letting it's weight pushed against his lower lip. Then as he heard the calling of it musky taste on his tongue he pulled back the skin that had fallen against his lips, and began cleaning the head with his tongue. He licked along the underside, tasting and feeling the shape of the fat crown until he was sure it was clean then dragged his tongue up against the slit, and pushed in. It opened against the pressure, and bit back gently, as he moved his tongue up and down the long slit, tasting the man. Once he was finally being sucked, Willie relaxed, and began enjoying the warmth of Brian's mouth over him, and moved his hand down onto Brian's head and stroked it. Brian's hair felt soft and smooth compared to his girlfriend, and he ran his fingers through it, and drew up long strands, and let them fall through his fingers. Some guy who had wanted to suck off willie's big cock at the bus station had tried telling him how much better a man was at giving head than a woman, and now he believed him. Brian had every inch of the growing thing down his throat, and held the base tight with his lips as he threw his head up and down over it. It wasn't nearly hard yet, but, it was rapidly out growing Brian's throat, and soon Brian had to stop and came up for air. He bent the wet mass out the side of his mouth, and slapped it up against his face, and fell forward into Willie's thick mat of hair, and rubbed his face through it. He loved the feel of Willie's hair. It was thick, course, and springy, and he bit at it with his lip, drawing the tightly curled hair out into long fibers. Reaching down and pulling a louse hair from the end of his cock, Willie ran his finger along the underside of his head, and pushed it up against Brian's lips. Brian jumped up, and dove back down over the thing swallowing it to the base, as he rearranged himself on all fours over it. Then sliding his thumbs under the soft balls and his fingers up into the course hair he closed his eyes, and began sliding the ever hardening thing in and out of his throat. Willie slid down a little on the couch, and put his hands on the side of Brian's head, and watched as his meat appeared, and disappeared behind Brian's stretched lips. Then when he was fully hard, he gently pushed Brian's face down his rod into his hair, and held him there as he purposefully throbbed it in his throat. "God, that's nice!" Willie said, gently thrusting as he rocked Brian's head back and forth over his inflammed tool. "Auuu Huuu" Brian gurgled, barley able to stretch his lip enough to make the sounds. "My lady loves my cock, but she can't do this" Willie said slowly pulling Brian's head up and down the length of his tool, several times before settling in and putting his hands back behind his head. Bringing the entire length slowly out of his throat, Brian carefully held the head in his lips just behind the crown, and began stroking the tool with both hands. He'd sucked a lot of cocks in his day, paying for more than a few promising bulges, but none had ever seemed as wonderful as Willie's, and some had even been bigger, although it was hard to believe when the entire thing was throbbing down his throat. What made Willie so great was his attitude. After he had settled down he was so relaxed about the whole thing that it allowed Brian to really enjoy him. Normally he was so worried about doing it right, and making the thing feel good, that half of his pleasure was lost to fear. But, Willie seemed honestly grateful for the good suck, and didn't care what Brian did. "Keep it up, babe, and you'll need an umbrella for the cum storm," Willie said with a big smile as he watched Brian working his tool. "I ain't kidding. I'm getting close". "O.K." Brian moaned pulling the tool from his mouth, and rubbing it's wet shaft against his cheek, as he kissed and licked at the few hairs that grew from the fat base. "Can you cume more that once?" Brian asked, still licking the base as he looked hopefully up at Willie. "No, sorry," Willie laughed, pulling his leg from under Brian's elbow, and his balls from under his wrist. "One BIG shoot, that's it. But, you won't be disappointed I'm sure. I'll drowned you in all the cum you'll ever want." "Yea," Brian said wide eyed and excited. "Give it to me." "Take it," Willie said, pushing his hard tool along Brian's face and against his forehead. Brian didn't waste any time getting it back into his mouth, and with in a few moments had it close to spilling again. "I can taste you," Brian said with a big smile as he pulled the head from his mouth, and tickled the slit with his tongue. "You're close again, aren't you?" "Suck it" Willie moaned, pulling Brian's mouth back down over it, and thrusting into him. Brian knew he was close, he could feel the fluids starting to dribble onto his tongue. "Give it to me, babe," Brian said putting his tongue and lips against the head, and stroking the wet shaft with his palms, as the first of the seed began erupting. When Willie said that he came in buckets Brian had expected violent splashes, but what he got were endless rolling jets of snow white come bubbling, and boiling gently out in vast gushing rivers that rolled down the side of the fat cock into thick pools at it's base. It was like an old fashion water-fountain that ran constantly sending it fluids gently up into the air before falling back down around the hard porcelain head in sheets. Brian watched the fat head bubble and churn a moment, then locked his lips behind the head and drank the refreshing fluids. He swallowed, and swallowed, as his mouth continued to be filled with the fluid, until finally he pulled the still pumping organ out and layed it against his lips, and licked at the come as it poured out down his chin. "Haaaa!" Willie moaned as Brian began helping the flow with a gently finger behind the gushing head. "Stop!" he finally blurted out, wrapping his huge hand around his organ and Brian's fingers, until the deluge finally subsided. "God, I'm in love with this cock," Brian said, still lapping at the fluids as they ran down the side of it. "I never expected anything like that. I've never seen anything like that to expect. It was wonderful, Fucking wonderful", and he opened his mouth as wide as possible, so as not to disturb the come that still clung to the head, and lowered his mouth down over it reverently, and cleaned the last of it off the head. "I got to have this again," he said laying he wet lips down against the great balls and kissing them. "Sure, I can always use the money, and you give great head" Willie said looking around for a clock. "You want to spend the night?" Brian ask hopefully as he wrapped his hand around the softening wet cock, and snuggled his face up into Willie's moist balls. "I really got to get going" he said, finding a clock. "If my lady finds out about this she'll scratch both our eyes out. She may not be able to suck like you, but that pretty slit of her's can down right take my meat like no slit I've ever used." "How about tomorrow morning before work?" Brian ask holding onto the shrinking cock for dear life. "I won't be able to think at work if I have to wait all day to get it again." "I don't know," Willie said attemping to get up "I can't come all the time like some folks, and if I don't fill my lady up regular, she'll know something is going on. Listen I really got to go." "O.K." Brian said grabbing his wallet, and pulling out another twenty, for Willie. "Here I really got to have that again."