Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 21:58:54 +0000
From: Franklin Pangborn <franklinpangborn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Marek and the Bullfighter

Wojciech kissed the back of my neck as he regained his breath, his body
relaxing completely on top of me. His heaving chest lay on my back, and his
hairy thighs tickled the back of my legs.  I could feel his young cock
losing its power inside of me, slipping out easily from my cum-filled ass.
He rolled over in the bed, I looked at him and we kissed.
"Marek, you are so hot.  I've never been with someone who so enjoyed being
fucked in the ass"
"There is a lot of you to enjoy, Wojciech".
He smiled, "When I first entered you, when we were face to face, you closed
your eyes and your face turned from hurt to full enjoyment and then you
wrapped your legs around me, opened your eyes and looked at me in such a
sexy way.  It was as if you were looking at me and yet somehow looking
through me at the same time".
I quickly changed the subject: "Are you sure you're roommate is straight?
He's missing out on so much, Wojciech"
As he laughed, I ran my fingers on the mat of hair adorning his nicely
defined chest, and stopped to entertain one of his nipples with my finger.
I looked down at his cock and watched amazed as it began to get hard again.
Oh, the wonders of being a teenager: I remembered when I was his age, how I
too was ready for sex three or more times in a row.
"C'mon, boy, let's get dressed. I have to get going".   He looked sadly
disappointed.  "I really have to give the lecture in an hour and I'm not too
familiar with this city".   He sulked and got up to put on his underwear.
Seeing that beautiful round ass bend over in front of me, I was almost
tempted to call the lecture off, but it was my only academic agenda here in
Pittsburgh, and almost the only reason for my trip from Gdansk.  I had used
the Internet to contact Wojciech, who was also from Poland, and he had
offered me bed (and a little more) while his college roommate was away
visiting his parents in Canada.  After a quick clean up, and valiantly
fending off Wojciech's further advances, he gave me directions on getting to
the University at the other end of the city.  It was not my first time in
Pittsburgh, but in my previous visit I had not been able to see much of the
city, as you'll see.
I was lucky to get a window seat on the bus so I stared out and looked at
the houses flying by.  When we were downtown my eyes lit up.  We passed by
"The Centaur" which I recognized as the strip joint where I had met Rafael.

That night two years ago, I had walked into "The Centaur" alone, almost by
chance, as I was taking a stroll near my hotel.  I managed to get a spot
very near to the stage and saw a couple of stripper do their routines before
the MC announced "Please give a big round of applause to our next performer,
in a one-night engagement:  Rafael!"  Trumpets blared and a fully suited
toreador walked out, and started moving to a flamenco beat, his gyrations
punctuated every now and then by what seemed an authentic bullfighter
stances, all the time waving a red cape in the air and about him.  The small
sombrero was first to go.  And quickly a black man came on stage dressed
only in a pair of pants that made him look like a Spanish or Mexican
peasant.  He took a grip on the bullfighter's waist belt and let him
pirouette out of it.  The peasant quickly disappeared while the bullfighter
stripped his torso to reveal a beautiful smooth chest with a golden trail of
hair that started just above his navel and disappeared into his pants, as if
signalling the way to a hidden treasure.
The cape kept on flying around this matador until the upbeat music made a
sudden and dramatic stop.  Rafael stood firm with the cape in front of him.
A melancholic and mysterious Spanish guitar solo played as the black man
appeared once again, this time wearing a tight black leotard with a bull's
tail adorning what was already a perfectly shaped ass.  His head was crowned
by what resembled the horns of a bull.  His muscled ebony torso was in full
display, his dark skin contrasting beautifully with the bare-chested bronze
matador as he danced around him with curiosity and admiration.  Rafael did
not look at the bull, but instead slowly scanned the audience and stopped to
stare in what seemed to be my direction.  The second time the bull circled
Rafael, he snuck up behind him and ripped the pants off in one swift
movement.  But the cape still hid the toreador's lower half from the
audience.   The bullfighter snapped out of his staring trance, and walked
slowly towards the cowering bull, expertly handling the cape so we still
could not see his full nakedness.  We did get to admire his ass: oddly
enough for a stripper, he displayed a pale tan line that enhanced the rest
of his bronze body.  Man and bull met face to face, glared into each other
eyes as if to see who would blink first.  The bull lost its defiant
expression and shouted at which the trumpets started blaring again.  That
was the cue for the bullfighter to walk to the centre of the stage and
positioned himself to present the cape to the bull, and finally reveal a
fully erect cock that had to be at least 10 inches long.  The engorged
member bobbed up and down as if defying the bull. The music began to swell
again and the bull lunged towards the cape, which was hurled above him.  The
audience, myself included, shouted "Ole!" as if we had been properly
rehearsed.  Rafael pointed his "sword" menacingly at the black man.  The
man-beast charged once more against this matador who pretended to impale
him, but Rafael took a step back, clenching his buttocks and standing on his
toes as he avoided the beast's attack.  The bull charged yet a third time
and, tired out, fell stomach down on the dance floor.  The music changed to
melancholic Spanish guitar, as the bullfighter slowly danced towards the
fallen bull all the while slightly caressing his sword.  Then in time with
the final dramatic chords of the music, he fell on his extended hands right
above the bull, his erect manhood just an inch away from the bull's rump.
While everyone clapped and cheered Rafael turned his head in the direction
of the crowd, and once again seemed to look at me.
When they left the stage I headed for the bar where I ordered a frozen drink
and sat down, to look at the next stripper.  Halfway through "Mike the
Mechanics'" tired routine, I saw someone approach me.  I turned around.  It
was the matador, dressed casually, and almost unrecognizable as he was
flashing a great smile in sharp contrast to the intensely serious
bullfighter that had performed onstage.
"Ole", I managed to say, rising my glass and immediately starting to feel
very foolish.  But it paid off:  he laughed.
"I couldn't help noticing you while I was performing.  You made tonight's
show a success!" he told me, with a peculiar Spanish accent.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well it's not easy to maintain and erection in front of an audience, and at
the same time concentrating on the music and my steps, so I usually look
into the audience and hope I'll find inspiration.  Tonight you were my muse.
  Here, you've earned this."
He took his hands out of his pocket and presented me with the fake bull's
tale the black man had been wearing on stage.
"Thank you very much!  This is unexpected... sorry, I just don't know what
to say..."
"Maybe you can express yourself without using words?" he said softly.

Before long we were in his Hotel room.  Evidently he was a big star in
Spain, because he had a luxurious suite.
"Marek, do you mind if I take a shower first?  All that dancing, I need to
freshen up"
"Sure, I'll wait"
"Well, I was hoping you could join me."
We undressed in the bedroom and headed for the bathtub, which was as wide as
any Jacuzzi I'd ever seen.  He turned on the shower and tested the water
with his hand.
"I think it needs warming up", he said as he approached me, put his arms
around my shoulders and kissed me full on the lips.  I ran my hands down his
back and held on to his buttocks.  They were smooth but for a light fuzz
that covered them like ripe peaches; I pulled him closer to me, till I felt
his cock nestle against my balls.  I had already sprung a hard-on, which had
slipped up through his pubic hair and was resting on his belly while our
tongues began mingling to the point that I didn't know whose teeth, lips or
tongue belonged to who. We broke our embrace and he grabbed my hand leading
me into the bathtub, under the shower.  We started rubbing up against each
other, kissing, licking or stroking whatever body part we could.  At one
point I started licking his lips, chin, then neck till I reached the middle
of his chest.  Dancing had defined his muscles beautifully just short of
body building excess:  hard, manly, yet delicately lined, with a pair of
golden-brown nipples I licked and nibbled on as I hung on to his strong
arms.   Then I headed for that golden trail that crossed his navel, tracing
it with the tip of my tongue and following it down to the thick wet bush of
dark brown pubic hair from which his magnificent cock sprung.  I grabbed his
ass and took his wet member in my mouth.  I made the most obscene slurping
sounds, but they were a good background for his words in Spanish.  "Chupame!
  Ay que rico.  Tragate esa polla, maricon!"
I had no idea what he was saying, but it got me very excited.  He stood me
up and got down on his knees, and took my seven and a half inches uncut
polish sausage in his mouth, working the tongue expertly all over the head,
cupping my balls with one hand, and caressing my ass with the other.  I
looked down and there were those two green eyes staring up at me, beautiful
lips grotesquely wrapped around my cock.  I felt I was going to cum right
then and there, but I suddenly felt both his hands slowly grabbing my ass
cheeks, spreading them apart.  Then I felt one of his fingers poke my
asshole.

When I was in school, I had sex with an older boy, who had penetrated me so
roughly that I was in pain for days after.  I swore I would never get fucked
again, and since then in the course of all my sexual encounters I had always
left my ass out of the activities.  I firmly grabbed Rafael's hand behind
me.  He stopped sucking me, looked up and winked.  "Trust me!"  Then he
turned me around and he spread my ass cheeks.  I was uncomfortable, fearing
perhaps my brutal schoolmate would suddenly materialize behind me.  But what
I felt was Rafael's heavy breathing on my ass, and a soft moist sensation at
my ass hole.  He was sticking his tongue up my ass, licking all around it.
"Oh God!... Yes!".  I put my hands on the wall and started panting looking
for leverage, something to hold on to.  I grabbed my own cock out of
desperation and started pounding furiously.  His hands were still on each
side of my ass, his tongue darting in and around my hole.  I bent down
further hoping he could fill me with more of his tongue.  A sudden desire
overpowered me; I needed Rafael to ram his cock up my ass then and there
more than anything in the world.  "Rafael, Oh god, fuck me!"
But he stopped suddenly and took my hand off my dick.  "Let's go to the bed"
We towelled off as best we could, and went into the bedroom.

My new craving left in me no shred of dignity, so once we were in the room I
hurried to lay down in the bed on my stomach, I put my arms behind me,
grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks wide.
"Que puta eres, Marek!" He laughed.
I waited in anticipation to feel his ten inches inside of me, but once again
his tongue began invading my ass.  As good as it felt to have that gorgeous
face explore my butt, I turned my head and begged:  "Rafael, fuck me, I want
you inside me."  He climbed my back, and sandwiched his dick between my
buns.  He began rubbing himself against my ass and put his arms around my
chest.  It was very sexy to feel his thick tool slipping between my ass
cheeks, rubbing against my hole.  But I still needed more.  "Now Rafael,
fuck me!"
But there seemed to be a language barrier.  He flipped me over, and again
winked at me.  My cock was still hard in anticipation of getting a good
thrust out of this matador.  Again he began sucking my cock but slowly
positioned himself so that his 10 inches and golden fuzzy balls where in my
face and I forgot for a while about getting my ass a pounding.  I grabbed
the cock by the head and started licking his balls, then the underbelly of
his hard-on working my way up to the tip, which found itself in my mouth
once more.  Years of practice had made me a good cocksucker and I managed to
inch it into my throat bit by bit till his pubic hairs tickled my chin.
Rafael stopped sucking me and watched in amazement.  I looked at him: he was
staring at me in awe, all the while holding on to my cock.  "Marek you are
wonderful".  At last some words I could understand!  I started working on
his cock, all the while enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. I could feel him
tensing up, I was now eager to taste his cum, but he stopped me.  He didn't
want to come yet.  He made me lie on my back.  He got in front of me, and I
desperately spread my legs, both of them quickly trying to climb his
shoulder, making myself as wide as possible, for Rafael to sheathe his sword
inside of me.  "Stick your cock up my ass, you son of a bitch, fuck me!"
But it was not to be.  "No, Marek, don't ask this of me".  I was on the
verge of tears as he pulled my legs off his shoulder.  I propped myself up
on my elbows and was seriously thinking of stopping the night's performance
when I saw him climbing on top of me, his marvellous member pointing in my
direction.

He grabbed my cock between his legs, crouching over it.  Then he slowly sat
down on my hard-on, his ass engulfing the head and inching halfway down..
His beautiful face grimaced like a matador gored by the bull.  He opened his
eyes and hunched forward to kiss me, and let my cock fall out of his ass.
He climbed over me reaching for the hand lotion on the bedside table, and
started climbing down again.  He began squirting the lotion on my cock and
began smearing it all over the shaft, fisting the lotion onto my dick until
it was slick and slippery enough.  He crouched over me again, and began
sitting down on my hard-on.  This time, my cock rammed all the way up his
hot chute.  He whimpered and looked uncomfortable for a while, but began
wiggling his body and gyrating. His face slowly began to change as he began
sliding up and down my hard-on, moving his body like only an expert dancer
could.  He looked at me, and must have noticed I was lost in virile
pleasure.  He began to smile and in the way he looked at me I could see he
was once more in charge of the situation, and somehow, I was the victim.
"Que polla tan rica, Marek".   I tried to fondle his cock, maybe bring him
some extra pleasure, but my own dick was so engulfed by Rafael's hot tight
ass that there was little else I could concentrate on.  He started stroking
his own cock while I grabbed his thighs and looked straight into his green
eyes.  He was looking back at me, and in the spell of that stare I started
imagining it was Rafael who was fucking me, that it was my ass that was on
fire, that his cock was raping my hungry ass.
Then his eyes closed and his jaw dropped.  I looked down at his dick, which
he was pointing at me, and as I heard him utter a series of loud and short
shouts, I saw a white blur come at me and strike my upper lip.  A second
blast of cum made it across my chest and the third fell on the hand I had
resting on his thigh.   All this time I felt his ass twitching and squeezing
around my cock.  I thrust up into his ass a few times, and started grunting
as I came inside him. He echoed each of my grunts with a shout, as if we
were composing sexy, obscene music.
When my cock started slipping out the bullfighter's ass, he lowered himself
on top of me.  He licked the cum that had found it's way from my lip to my
left cheek and kissed me.  I nursed on his tongue while he positioned his
legs between mine.  I wrapped my legs around him, and while our lips merged
I imagined that his huge cock had pried into my ass, lodged itself inside me
all the way to the balls, and that after thrusting in and out of me, Rafael
had sprayed my insides with a his hot cum.   We hit the shower again, and
kissed a while more, fondling and touching each other.  I dressed while he
put on a bathrobe.  I gave him my contact numbers and email address.  He
told me he was always on the road and he would call me up if he ever went to
Poland.  I took a taxi to my hotel, it was very late,  I should have been
very tired, but I couldn't help recalling the sexual images of my  evening
with Rafael.

I still hope he will get in touch with me some day.  I have always wondered
why a man so good at rimming my ass had refused to fuck me.  He had
satisfied me enormously that night, but from then on I would forever feel
that need that Rafael had denied me.  I've had some great sexual encounters
since, with men very different than Rafael.  I have never searched for his
double.  I've sucked their cocks, fucked those who were willing, had most of
their lips servicing my dick.  And to all of them I always spread my ass
cheeks invitingly. But from the moment I feel a cock pressing at my ass, my
lover, whoever it may be, turns into Rafael, and it's his long golden member
that has fucked me ever since.

Franklin Pangborn
Maracaibo, March 2002