Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 06:27:55 EST
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Hot Italian Sausage

The following story is about consensual sex between two men.  If
you are offended by that subject, or are too young, or it is not
legal in your geo-political area, please close the page and go
somewhere else.  Otherwise, sit back, relax, and read on.  I know
this is a 'quickie' in terms of what I normally write, but I just
needed to write something while I'm still working on a couple of
other continuations.


Hot Italian Sausage

My wife and I had gone out to dinner and I was sitting there, as
usual, looking over her shoulder toward the doorway to the
restrooms.  I liked this particular place -- not because the food
was anything great -- but because the men's room had two urinals
side-by-side without any privacy shield.    Even better, it had a
double-door entry and hallway so you could hear someone coming in,
and, if you just happened to be doing anything you shouldn't, you
can straighten up before whomever it is gets all the way in.

It had been a 'dry spell' for a couple weeks now, and I was really
needing to find an outlet for my urges.  Would tonight be the
night?  I sure hoped it would be.  As I watched, a nicely built guy
-- maybe late thirties or early forties -- walked across the back
of the place and turned into the restrooms doorway.  He was what I
refer to myself as "nicely packed" -- which generally means not too
tall (maybe around 5'7" or 5'8") and with a stocky, solid build
(beefy, not heavy).  This one definitely filled up the tight jeans
and pull-over shirt he was wearing!  I couldn't see the 'package',
but if the rest of him was any indication, it was probably a nice
one.

I had just finished my dinner and sat back when I saw him.  Giving
him a minute to get around the corner, I leaned forward toward my
wife.  "You've got to excuse me," I said quietly.  "I really need
to go to the men's room.  I guess what went in needs to make some
more room.  I'll be back in a few minutes."

"I've never seen anyone else who needs to pee as much as you do,"
she replied (as she usually does when I say I have to go).  "Maybe
you shouldn't drink so much tea and water -- especially when we're
driving somewhere."

Cutting her off before she could really get going on one of her
favorite topics, "This one is more than just a 'pee'," I whispered.
"So it may take more than two minutes," I continued, setting up the
possible longer time to return to the table.  "I'll be right back."
With that, I stood up and started for the doorway.

Entering the second door and turning to my left toward the urinals,
I saw the guy I had seen before standing there at the one on the
right.  I moved in to the one on the left, unzipped my fly, pulled
it out, and stood there trying to get something to come out.  As I
did that, I turned my head to look him over.  He had dark brown,
almost black hair and matching eyes, and a very nicely tanned
color.  I guessed he was probably either Italian or Greek from the
coloring and rather good-sized nose (was that an 'indicator'?).

As he turned slightly to look at me (I guess to do the same check-
out, I was just doing), I averted my stare, lowering my eyes to see
if there was anything on view a little further down.  What I saw
was definitely something to remember -- about 8 inches of hard
manmeat being held pointing straight ahead toward the white
porcelain.  As I watched, the right hand that was holding on to it
slid forward and I watched the fiery-pink, shining head disappear
as a plentiful foreskin rolled over it.  WOW!! Was that nice to
look at!!!

My own cock responded immediately and started to fill out and push
it's way upward.  He made no bones about it.  He just turned and
looked down at what was in my hand.  Seeing my obvious approval of
what he was displaying, he didn't even hesitate.  He just reached
over with his left hand and grabbed my now rock-hard, throbbing
member.  He stroked it a couple times -- just enough to make my
knees almost buckle -- and then he turned toward me while pulling
me around to face him.

The next thing I knew, he had moved forward enough to rub the end
of his rigid cock against the end of my own.  I immediately felt
the slickness as the heads moved against each other.  His foreskin
was back just far enough to expose the piss slit and I could see
the shining droplet of precum that had popped out and was now being
spread over the two tips.  My whole body shivered at the sensations
and image down there.

My arms and hands were both down at my sides.  He was in full
control of what was transpiring.  He had his left hand around my
rock-hard shaft and his right hand around his.  As he stepped just
a little closer, he pushed his right hand forward and the foreskin
rolled over the last part of his cockhead and then began to envelop
mine.  Suddenly I could feel the heat of his arousal as the shroud
of skin moved over the crown and fully covered my pulsing, pink
strawberry.

Trapped as it was in its warm, silken-soft cloak, my rod jumped and
swelled, and I felt him push the rubbery end of his head tighter
against mine.  I could envision the increasing amounts of man
nectar being trapped between them and coating them with its slick,
shiny substance.  "Oohhhh, yessssss!  That is really nice!" I
whispered between my clenched teeth and lips.

Slowly he began to move his right hand forward until it was fully
around the skin-covered juncture of our overheated rods.  Then he
started to make slow, short stroking movements.  I closed my eyes
to focus on the sensations that were shooting from the warm
joining, down the shaft, into my balls, and then up my spine to the
back of my head.  Wow!  He was good! He knew just how to do it to
make it feel really incredible!  Somehow he had managed to stretch
that skin over me until it was a good half-way down my shaft.

I always like docking, but this was an instance to remember!  It
looked, and felt, almost like that big handful of his was going to
swallow my whole cock.  I reached forward with my right hand,
sliding it in under our joined tubes and cupping his sizeable pair
of balls.  "Ummm.  Nice there too," I observed.  ".a really nice
pair.  Bet they can make a gallon of hot cream.and I hope you get
to show me just how much," I continued as I leaned forward and
touched my lips to his left ear.  "I could use a gallon of hot
cream," I added.

Letting go with his right hand and backing away slightly, in one
fluid motion he knelt and took the head of my now free swinging
spear into his hot mouth.  "Oommmph!" was the best I could say.
What he started to do with that mouth -- the tongue, the sucking,
the gripping lips -- was not to be believed!  Where had this man
been all my life!?!  I couldn't believe that I was standing there
in a men's room, getting the blow job of the century from a guy
whose name I didn't even know, had never seen before, and would
probably never see again!  It was just too incredible!!  I reached
out with my left hand to grab the flush valve of the urinal beside
me to help me keep my balance.

Just when I thought I was going to blow a load that would certainly
go right through the back of his head and probably splatter on the
wall six feet behind him, he stopped and stood up.  "Quick, in
here!" he commanded, moving back to the last toilet cubicle.  I
didn't hesistate.  As I stepped in and moved over to the side wall,
he closed and locked the door behind us.  Then he turned to me and
started to unbuckle my belt.  I got the hint and helped by opening
the belt, the top button of my khakis, and the zipper.   He did the
same with his belt and jeans.

As he slid his jeans and boxer briefs about half-way down his
thighs, I got the first good look at the whole package he was
sporting.  My! My! Was that a nice one!  It was certainly a full 8
inches, but not too wide and the pair of balls, hanging under it in
their curly-haired bag were really a sight to behold.  I lowered my
slacks and shorts the same way.  Next to him, my six-and-a-half
inches seemed almost puny, but my balls were a nice even match.
"Turn around," he suddenly said.

Not even thinking about it, I turned around and faced the wall.

"You like to get fucked, don't you?" he stated more than asked.
"Think you can hold this one?"

"Yes.and yes," I said.  "Please.  I  really want to feel that
beautiful cock shoving its way up my ass.  You don't know how much
I want to feel that!"

"Probably just as much as I want to feel it when I shove it up
there!" he growled.

Turning my head over my shoulder to look around at him, I asked,
"You got a condom? Or any lube?"

"Nah. but I'm clean -- just got a negative test back -- and this
works fine," he replied as he spit into his hand and began to rub
it over the already naturally lubricated head that was now fully
exposed and glistening in the light  As I focused on that pulsing
head and the rod behind it, all I could think of was how much I
wanted to feel him slide it into me.

As he stepped forward toward me, I turned my head back to the wall,
moved my feet further apart, and crouched down slightly to both
open myself to him better and lower it to his slightly shorter
level.  Almost immediately I felt the pressure of his rubbery head
as it slipped into the crack between my cheeks and, almost as if it
had eyes, stopped dead center on the shuttered opening to my fuck
chute.  Wow!  He was good!

The pressure increased and I felt the slight pain of resistance
from my sphincter.  I pushed out and thought of him passing that
hurdle.and it worked.  His helmet-head slipped past the tight ring
and was in.  There was no pain.only that wonderful feeling you get
when someone is first plugging in to your socket.  I started to
push back and down onto him.  He wrapped his arms around my waist
and pulled himself into me.

Slowly I felt his warm ramrod sliding deeper and deeper up into my
man pussy until I felt the brush of his pubic hair against my ass
cheeks.  He was home, and it was grand!!!  Ooooooohhhhh, did that
feel good!!!  That was one lovely cock shoved up my ass, and one
hot little fucker behind it, getting ready to pound me into
ecstacy!!

..and pound he did!!!  Slowly he started to withdraw until only the
head was still inside.  Then slowly he went deep again -- all the
way to the hilt.  Five times, ten times, he slowly deep fucked me,
moaning each time he slid back into me.  "Oh, yessss, baby!  That
is one fine ass!  You like this don't you?"

"Oh, yessss, I do like that gorgeous cock fucking my ass the way
you are doing it!  Ohhhhh, yessss!! Keep it going, stud!  Make that
ass fucker drill me 'til it shoots a big, hot load of your cream up
my ass!!  I wanna feel you shove it and squirt it until there ain't
nothin' left in it!  You gonna make me feel good, babe!  You gonna
fuck me soooo good!"

"Unnnnghhh!  Oh, yeah, baby!!  That is one sweet ass.and I'm gonna
fill it with enough hot juice to make it leak for a week!!!  Oh,
yeah, baby!!  Oh, yeah!!  Take that cock, baby!!  Take that big,
fuckin' cock!!!  Oh, yeah, baby!!  Oh, yeah!!"

As we were making our wants and plans known to each other, I felt
his rhythm increase and the strokes began to get shorter.  He
didn't pull it out quite so far, but when he pushed back, he
slammed that big roto-rooter into me hard enough to nearly lift me
off the floor.  "Oh, yeah, baby!!  Oh, yeah, that's soooo good!" he
kept repeating as his piston jammed its way up into my hot cylinder
and then retreated only to pound its way back in.  He was right.It
was "soooooo good!"

I could feel that big head as it pushed its way over the folds and
convolutions of my chute pulling them one direction and then the
other, while it rode across the nut of my prostate each time it
passed, sending shock waves through my whole lower body.  The
tightly stretched sphincter of my rosebud was being pulled out on
the backstroke until it probably looked more like a morning glory.
Then it was pushed back into place as he reversed and started to
slide that wonderful prick back into me.  I could feel the silky,
soft skin covering his steel-hard rod as it slid through the
opening, bumping slightly over the large blood-filled veins that
ran over its top.    I was in heaven!!!  This man really knew how
to fuck and satisfy his partner!!!  I could go on this way for
hours.  .but I didn't have hours.

"C'mon, babe.  Make that hot tool shoot its load into me.  I gotta
get back to my table.  C'mon, babe.  Stroke it! Stroke it! Fuck
that tight ass, babe!!  Poke me, babe! Poke me some more and let me
feel that hot load cum squirtin' out!!!  C'mon, babe, make that
baby shoot!"

Taking my cue, he started to speed up even more.  He loosened his
arms that were still around my waist and grabbed me with his hands
at the top of each of my thighs.  Digging his fingers in to hold
on, he started to slam into me faster and faster.  His grip
tightened until I thought he was going to dig right into my skin.
Then he grunted and moaned, "Here it comes, baby!! Here it
comes!!!!!"

When he did that, I crouched down a little further to make sure he
could get it even deeper, if such were possible.  Then he rammed
that rod into me and froze.  I pushed back and started to work my
sphincter and inner muscles, gyrating slightly to help draw him
over the edge.  Then he inhaled deeply and, holding his breath, he
pulled me onto him as tighly as he possibly could and if felt the
first wave of orgasm pass through his body and knew he was
unloading his hot, molten lava into my deepest recesses.

Reaching down with my right hand, I grabbed my own incredibly rigid
cock and started to pound it wildly.  It only took a few seconds
and my balls exploded, sending rope after rope of white pearly cum
onto the wall in front of me.  Each time my cock spasmed and shot
another load, I felt him jam himself into me again and knew that he
was repeating the same shots inside me.  Suddenly I became aware of
the warm glow of his hot cum in there.  It felt sooooo good and so
filling.  I was getting exactly what I wanted!!

A couple more jabs with his swollen poker and then he stopped.
"Man! That was fucking incredible!!!!  That was a fuck to
remember!!!  Man!  What an ass you've got there!!  Anytime you want
to try this again, you just let me know."  With that he pulled out,
grabbed some toilet paper to wipe himself off, and had his jeans up
and belted before I could even get turned around good.

As I was pulling up my slacks and zipping and buckling them, he was
already at the sink washing his hands.  By the time I got there, he
was drying them off and heading for the door.  He stopped
momentarily to turn his head back to me and say, "I really mean it.
If we see each other again, I really want another go at that ass!!
By the way.my name is Jim."

".and mine's Peter," I  managed to get out just before he
disappeared through the door.

I turned to the mirror, washed up, and went back to the table.
That was a little over a year ago and I haven't seen him since.
.but, believe me, I am definitely watching out for him.  I could
use another go at that cock just as much as he said he wants my ass
again!

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of my stories, look for titles such as: "Meeting Dan",  "Peter Paul
& Gary", "Bottom to Top".  Hope you enjoy.