Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 10:40:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Concrete Crew 2

fThis is a true set of circumstances with a
fictionalized result. Names have been changed.

Concrete Crew 2 - By Grunraq

After letting out a good long whiz I contemplated
jacking off in the bathroom as some of their underwear
and dirty clothing was laying about. But I wanted to
get back and see Tony.

I shut off the light and stepped out of the bathroom
to find Tony drunkenly plodding down the hall. He
blocked me, standing intimately face to face. His
breath was puffing against my mug as he stared into my
eyes. His eyes were dark brown, deep and dark. His
body's warmth radiated over me. I then felt his hands
groping at my cock through my cotton sweat pants. "So
you wanna fool around?", he asked confidently.

Letting out a deep breath I replied, "Absolutely!". I
started to run my hand into his shorts but he pulled
away saying, "Not here, can we go to your place? I
cant get caught doing this shit here". We giddily
walked the path around the building  to my apartment
which actually backed to theirs. As we stepped inside,
it was dark except for a lamp that was on in the
living room. We were both horny as shit  and wasted no
time getting our clothes off. He only had on his
Bermuda shorts. I had sweatpants, underwear, a t-shirt
and my shoes. When he pulled his shorts off, his fat
un-cut tool swung out. The smell of his package  was
strong and pungent, filling the air around us. He was
ripe, I still remember that smell today. As I pulled
my t-shirt off, I felt his rough hands on my cock and
balls rubbing and squeezing it. We quickly embraced,
wrapping our arms around each other and violently
grinding our cocks into themselves. This lasted for
several moments before I felt sweat between us, our
moist male bodies in heat getting wet and sticky
together.

I couldn't take any more. I wanted to taste his
Italian meat so bad. Three feet inside my front door,
I knelt down to get face to face with his fat
stink-tool. He immediately grabbed my skull and forced
my face into his nest of course dark pubes. His shaft
rubbed against my cheek while my chin pressed against
his hairy balls. Within seconds I was sucking and
bobbing on his hairy sweaty shaft, licking and
salivating at the full flavor of it all. He had a long
hot day worth of grime mixed with sand from the lake.
I cleaned him well. As his juices were beginning to
flow I was working him while jacking my own cock. "Let
me do yours", he asked. I was surprised. Most of these
"straight stud" experiences are so one sided. I stood
up and sat against the back of my sofa and let him go
to work on me. He got down pretty good, taking my 7
inch cut cock all the way into the back of his throat
a couple times. This was obviously not his first time
doing this but he was still a bit clumsy at it. I
leaned back and watched his square jaw and chiseled
features bobbing on my rod. He got me pretty close to
coming before he stood up.

Not  being bashful at all he said ,"I'd sure like to
fuck you in the ass, do you do that?" Do I? Man this
guy was too much. I motioned him to follow me to the
bedroom where I had some lube and rubbers. I handed
him a Trojan and grabbed a tube of slick stuff while
he tore open the package and began rolling it on. I
got on my bed, laying on my back and worked a handful
of lube into my asshole while he sidled up to me.
Jacking himself briefly with some lube, he positioned
his fat meat up to my hole while I placed my legs
against his shoulders. "Dude this is so cool", he
said. "I haven't had real sex in a over a month". I
just laid back and pressed my ass up to his dick.

He held his shaft in his hand as he slid it in slowly,
sinking it all the way. Within a few seconds he was
pounding me with everything he had. His cock was only
about 6.5 inches, but he made up in girth what he
lacked in length. While he was fucking the shit out of
me he was moaning , "Oh yeah dude, yeah man, oh...",
and so on. I was just buckling under, "Uhhhh, uhhh,
uhh, ahhh, uggghhh!"  He was pretty drunk and stoned
so he went a good while before he came. His sweat was
dripping on me as he leaned over me. He slowed and
repositioned himself and began nibbling on my tits and
kissing my neck while he thrusted his cock  into me.
He was a lover indeed. I felt totally consumed by this
Italian stallion from his rampant jack-hammering in my
ass to his sweat and spit all over me. His body heat
was in itself intoxicating.

He soon came to a stop letting out a deep sign of
relief and fell to my side, his droopy rubber all full
of cum. He laid next to me and pulled it off,
squeezing his dripping seed across his chest and
rubbing his nipples with it. "Oh man, you have no idea
how good that felt", he said still breathing heavily.
He was handling his sticky gooey cock still jacking it
slowly. I replied, "No problem man, you are a pleasure
to have yourself". He caught his breath and handled my
meat for a moment and said, "You can do me if you
want".

I didn't hesitate to take this Italian hunk's offer
for a second. Men like him I have been with were
usually like, "Okay you blew me or I fucked you, now I
have to go".

He stood up and bent down over the top of my dresser,
facing the mirror while I grabbed the bottle of lube
and grabbed another Trojan. Be braced himself with one
forearm and grabbed one of his tight ass cheeks with
the other and pulled open the curtains to his nest. He
had one of the hairiest assholes I had ever seen. Dark
coarse hairs engulfed the opening to his pink chute.
Greasing up my fingers I tabbed his rosebud a little
and probed him a couple times. He was tight as
expected, but eagerly pushing his ass toward my
advancing fingers. "Have you ever...?", I began to ask.
"Not for years, but I used a dildo before about a year
ago", he responded before I finished my question.

I continued massaging his chute slowly, loosening him
up for a couple minutes until I had three fingers
easily sliding in and out of him. His V-shaped torso
was flexing and arching before me and I could see his
facial expressions in the mirror. Finally I slathered
some of the lube on my rubbered-up cock and began
taking aim at this stud's gold mine. As I slid my tool
into him the first time he bucked away at first, then
pushed his ass back at me. "Go ahead", he reassured
"Bring it on man". Looking down at his muscular
dark-skinned back and bubble but before me I sunk it
in. In the mirror I saw his dark goatee's chin drop to
the wood top of the dresser as he let out a deep
growling, "Aaaaaahhhhh!" He sounded like a brick got
dropped on his foot. I stopped there for just a second
and slowly pulled back then pressed ahead once more.
His face contorted once again as his whole body tensed
up as hard as a rock, "Ahhhhhh, Ooohhhh!"

I leaned over on top of him for a dozen or two slow
loving thrusts and kissed the back of his neck while
ran my fingers through his thick curly hair. He was
wet head to toe with sweat, breathing heavily and
quickly. "Relax, breathe deeply, relax", I whispered
in his hear as I caressed his neck. When I sensed he
finally loosened up and began absorbing the rhythm of
getting my fuck, I started to let him have it. I had
been ready to shoot my load many times tonight
already, and I knew I would not go for very long. As I
started slamming him as hard as I could, he grabbed
the dresser top with both arms to brace himself. He
was grunting loudly to my thrusts, "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahh,
Ohh, Ohh, Fuck yeah, Ahhh!...Fuck me harder dude" I
was slamming him so hard my back began to ache, the
dresser was slamming up against the wall. Thump,
Thump, Thump. His face in the mirror was priceless,
the vision alone finally caused me to climax. I yanked
my cock out of him and quickly pulled off the rubber
so I could cum all over his back. I was feeling pretty
nasty now and wanted to lick my jizz off his sweaty
Italian ass!

I blew my first ropes of cream all over his lower back
with the following spurts landing in his ass crack.
When I finished up, I took to licking up every drop
while he remained crashed over the top of my dresser,
his knees shaking. When I was done, I helped him up
and we leaned back on the bed together for a while and
just caught our breath. "Wow man, that was fuckin
amazing" he remarked as he looked at me. "Thanks a lot
man that really was amazing". I smiled, "Well Tony,
you are the one that is amazing. Any time man you want
to go again, I am up for it.", I told him. He laughed
and pondered that for a moment. "Shit, I never
expected I would be laying here next to a dude after
getting fucked in the ass, glad to know I can do it
again." he mused and shook his head. "If my work buds
knew about this I would be done". "Don't worry", I
told him. "This can be just our little secret". He
smiled at me and let out a sigh. "Cool, I think
that'll work", he said.

Tony finally got up and went to the bathroom to clean
up while I got dressed. I twisted up another doobie
while he was putting himself back together thinking
we'd go another round. When he came out I was sitting
on my sofa finishing up with the twist. I waved it am
him and he smiled but waved his hands in the air, "Naw
man, I cant do any more of that tonight. I think I am
pretty much done for the day. I need to get home and
crash".  I stood up and we stood there for a minute
just looking at each other. He reached out and placed
his hand on the side of my neck and gave me a good
squeeze. "Again, I really enjoyed that man. I hope we
can get together again soon". With that he slapped my
ass, flashed me a shit-eating grin and walked out the
door.

We had a few more encounters during the following
month before they finished up their project and headed
back home.

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