Date: Sat, 11 Jul 1998 09:10:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony <a_palazzo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tony & His Friends

Tony's eyes were beginning to adjust to the low lighting as he pulled
off his pants.  He looked across the way at his friend Jim who was
already half naked.  Tony and Jim had decided to try a safe-sex club
in the wilds of west Chelsea.  Tony was feeling apprehensive but also
excited.  It was a night requiring total clothes check and he slowly
and neatly hung his clothes on the hanger that had been provided. 

There were about 4 or 5 new arrivals in various stages of undress and
Tony enjoyed the strip show.  Jim was now balls-naked, and
unselfconsciously pulled at his dick as he looked around.  Tony slowly
got completely undressed also and they both then approached the
clothes check where a  somewhat superior-acting queen deigned to
accept and hang their things.

Tony smiled a smile that he didn't completely feel as he and Jim
walked into the first large room of the bar.  The set-up was of
several rooms of varying sizes, with side alcoves and surprising
little alleys and caves appearing here and there. In the main room
there was a large alcohol-free bar, and it was a pleasant shock to
enter and see perhaps 20 or 25 naked men lounging and walking and
looking and cruising. 

Embarrassed to get too sexual in front of Jim, Tony touched his
friend's hand in a so-long gesture as he headed away from him into one
of the side rooms.  There he saw two small groups of 3 and 4 guys
facing each other, touching and jerking off.  One guy was licking or
biting the nipples of another.  A fully dressed thin young man with a
tee shirt that said MONITOR approached the groups and checked that
everyone was playing by the rules.  Tony noticed a young man, perhaps
in his early 30s looking at him.  This guy, strangely, was nude except
for a long sleeved starched white shirt which was open and had the
sleeves rolled up.  Hiding something?, a scar?, a birth deformity?, 
Tony wondered.  They circled each other, staring and touching
themselves.  After a time they drifted apart, and Tony checked out
some of the other rooms, his blood pounding now with the voyeuristic
excitement he loved best.  In the center of another small room was a
well built thin man 45-50yrs old with pumped pecs posing.  He had
placed himself so that the track light above shone down on him, as he
flexed.  He was wearing crossed leather straps on his torso, but his
genitals were unencumbered.  Tony stared with admiration and went
around the back to check out his buns.  That gave him a nice jolt and
now Tony was completely hard. He looked more closely at the object of
his admiration.  The poseur had a small amount of dark hair trimmed
close to his head, strong dark  features and a hairy body covered with
curly black hair.  Better get out of here soon, we don't want to cum
too soon, thought Tony.  He touched the man's chest.  The man stood
still and unsmiling.  Tony pulled on the man's chest hair and then
rubbed the full pecs.  He murmured a complement and the guy's reserve
was finally broken.  He smiled and touched Tony's arm.  Tony pulled on
his own cock to show the guy how much he had enjoyed this encounter.

Tony headed back into the large room and there on the right side he
spotted Mr. White Shirt.  WS noticed him also and they gravitated
toward each other once more.  They stood four feet apart, watching
each other surreptitiously while whacking off. Finally, WS sure of 
Tony's interest,  approached and reached for his dick.  Tony allowed
this, and soon faced WS, reaching for his cock.  Small, hard,
cut--Tony pulled on it.  WS was pumping Tony at a good clip.  Tony
reached under and felt the small furry ballsack.  He enjoyed rubbing
it and squeezing it.  WS increased the tempo of his pumping.  After a
few moments, they embraced rubbing bodies, hands everywhere, cocks
pressing against bellies.  They rubbed cheeks, exchanged small kisses
on the neck and went back to beating each other off.  In a moment or
two, WS started to make grunting sounds that announced he was close. 
Tony slowed down but WS said "no, no keep going, it's so good."  In
less than a minute WS began to shoot. At least 2 feet maybe 3, all
over Tony's chest, arm and belly.  He spurted in three big loads, and
a few more minor dribbles.

"Wow," said Tony. "Just like in the movies."
"Oh, sure," said WS self-deprecatingly,  but with a satisfied smile.  
"Why the shirt?" wondered Tony.
"I was cold when I got here," explained WS.
"Oh."  Tony tried to continue the conversation and began to ask a few
questions.  WS got spooked and started to show body language that said
goodbye.  Either a closet case worse than me, maybe married, or maybe
out for the evening without his lover, or maybe just sated and ready
to call it a night, he concluded.


This episode continued in Tony & His Friends 2...

Tony walked slowly back into the large main room of the club.  There
he spotted Jim talking animatedly to a young man, as he caressed his
chest.  Tony decided not to approach.  He walked to a side area where
a group of S&M types were playing.  A mature man with slack pale skin
and a little circle of gray hair was busily shaving a much younger
man.  A massage table with all necessary equipment was set up.  All
very professional.  Tony was startled to recognize the younger man,
and then realized that it was  from just a few hours earlier.  The
shavee had been sauntering down 14th street in cowboy hat and boots as
he approached the club.  Well I guess you can't get a good shave in a
western bar, thought Tony.

A short distance away, on a worn imitation leather couch, was another
older in-command type guy administering light discipline on a chubby
younger man.  They advanced from underwear spanking, to bare-butt
spanking.  Eventually the master led his slave to an area that
permitted him to tie his hands and paddle his ass to a lovely shade of
pink.  The only part that turned Tony on at all was the occasional
pulling of the slave's cock, which had grown impressively.  Unlike
Tony, the slave seemed to like the nipple twisting trick better than
any genital attention.

Tony sauntered off after a while to a side room and there saw a tall
thin man of about 40 years who seemed quite interested in him.  Scared
of this degree of attention, Tony took off.  But not five minutes
later, he again encountered the thin intense man whose name, it
developed, was Johann or something that sounded like that.  This man
was following him!  Tony looked more closely and noticed that Johann
was also uncut.  Was this the attraction?  Johann approached and
before long, Tony found himself in a new embrace.  He marveled at the
generosity of these men.  But no one wanted to talk very much. 
Detecting a slight German accent, Tony guessed that Johann was from
Germany or Austria.  No, actually it was Switzerland.  The only city
that Tony could think of  in Switzerland at the moment was Geneva and
he asked Johann if he was from Geneva.  "Yes," he agreed readily and
probably untruthfully.  Later, Tony thought it unlikely since Geneva
is composed largely of French speaking people, who should speak
English with a  French accent, and not German accented English.  The
young thin man was more intent on massaging Tony's dick than answering
questions, which felt very agreeable indeed.  Tony returned the favor
in kind, and advanced the action to cheeks- squeezing, nipple-
tweaking and nuts- kneading.  Johann tolerated all of this but did not
seem truly grateful.  After a while this encounter with Johann sort of
just burned itself out.  With a hug and kiss on the cheek they parted.

Tony was surprised to see Gee nearby observing him, as he bid goodbye
to Johann.  "And I thought you were a saint!" he said.  "Well maybe I
will be someday," countered Tony.

The friends embraced, exchanged brief pleasantries and positive
assessments of the crowd.  They headed toward the bar.  Tony loved
seeing nude men casually sitting around chatting naturally.  It was
almost more exciting than the backroom action.  Tony looked at the
crack in the asscheeks on the barstool in front of him, feeling
himself hardening to the max once more.  He smiled at the guy attached
to the killer buns.  The ungentleman looked at Tony and turned away
with a look of annoyance (disgust?).  Well, fuck you too, honey.  Keep
waiting, Brad Pitt is arriving any minute I'm told, thought Tony.

His attention was soon grabbed by a very masculine older type with
gray pony tail and tattoos.  The attraction was mutual and they soon
drifted away from the bar to explore.  Jim understood.  Very soon Tony
felt himself getting very close to coming.  He tried to hold it back,
by turning around.  What did he find but Jim erect and smiling.  He
caressed his friend's chest, and was playing with his nipples, when
out of somewhere appeared a short and thin young man who slithered
between them.  In an instant he was kissing Tony as he rubbed his
asscheeks against Jim's cock.  The old tattooed sailor type was still
behind Tony and reached around him, getting a death grip on his
near-bursting prick.  Jim loved this lithe young man's attentions and
encouraged the dry-humping action by bending his knees and kissing the
young man about the head and neck.  This was all too much for Tony who
came in torrents, foolishly trying to conceal it by wiggling out of
the menage a quatre and turning toward the wall. He caught three
spurts in a handy paper towel and allowed the rest to dribble down his
leg.

He staggered back toward the bar cleaning himself up as much as the
circumstances would permit.  He was joined by Jim presently who
apparently had also been brought over the top by this last encounter. 
Tony looked at Jim sheepishly and tried to think of a non-sexual
topic.  

"So, did you tell Rob that we're goin' to the opera next week?"
"Whattayamean?  I told him Tuesday, like you said."
"Yeah, but tonight is Tuesday, I hope he realizes that it's next
Tuesday, not this week."
"Oh, shit.  Yeah.  Today is Tuesday.  I think he knew I meant next
week.  Oh, shit."
"Well I called Mark today and left a message on his machine about the
date change, cause when we were together out east I had said the 12th
meaning the 19th"
"Well you may also be up shit's creek cause Mark rarely accesses his
messages.  He probably went directly from work to the restaurant that
we were supposed to meet at."
"Oh, I hope not.  I would hate to have those guys both pissed because
of a dumb misunderstanding like that."
"Well, their being pissed doesn't worry me as much as their being
alone together" answered Jim with an unhappy look.
 

Tony & His Friends 3

"Fuck !" exclaimed Mark.
"Bum-mer !" agreed Rob.
Having just discovered that the opera that they held tickets for was
not scheduled for this evening, Rob and Mark lounged against a
telephone booth on the Bowery and cursed.  

Tony and Jim were not held in high esteem at this moment.  Was this
some kind of a joke?  Unfunny. Very unfunny.
"Well, what should we do now?  Are you up for anything else?," asked
Rob.
Mark considered the options.  "How about a blowjob?", he asked
resourcefully.
Rob, slightly startled, didn't answer for a moment.  Then, with a
small smile, he touched Mark's arm, and said, "Let's go."

At Rob's apartment, Mark settled into an armchair as he looked around.
Rob was in the kitchen getting some juice for both.  Returning,
holding two small glasses, he settled on to the couch across from
Mark.  He held out the juice to him.  Mark rose, but instead of taking
the juice glass, he sank to his knees in front  of Rob. He took the
glass and placed it on a table.  He parted Rob's knees wordlessly. 
And unzipped his fly.  Rob sat passively, sipping his juice.

Mark nuzzled the soft cock through the underwear with his nose.  He
murmured unintelligibly. Soft little murmurs, half to himself, half to
Rob.  Coaxing the cock, teasing it.  Small bites through the briefs. 
Now, as it grows, sucking the head through the cotton.  The slacks are
opened all the way now and pushed aside.  Mark's hands are in the top
of Rob's briefs.  He plays with the elastic as he continues to explore
the discovered treasure through it's covering of fabric.  Rob is now
getting into it.  He has placed his unfinished juice on the side table
and begins to caress Mark's head.  He encourages Mark to get on with
it.  "Take it out.  C'mon now, it wants your lips.  It's ready."

Ignoring the pleas, Mark takes his time, and continues to bite and
suck the now hard dick through the briefs.  Now he pulls Rob's slacks
down, Rob cooperatively lifting his ass.  Mark hunches down lower on
the floor and begins to lick around the bottom of the briefs.  He
stretches one leg of the briefs and tongues the hairy ball that he can
reach.  Now with his hand, he pulls both of Rob's nuts out from the
side of the briefs and begins to lave them.  With his other hand he
pulls down the briefs from the waistband.  Rob's hard cock pops out
with a dull sound of relief.

The pretty pink prick is stretched impressively across Rob's stomach. 
It lilts to the left in a gentle arch.  Mark grabs it in his right
fist, and continues to lick the balls.  He draws the nuts into a tight
round sack, and tries to put it into his mouth.  Failing that, he
licks in a circular fashion, round and round wetting and tongue
massaging the entire scrotum.

"Uh, let's move inside," suggests Rob.  The spell is momentarily
broken as the two men, faces flushed, hearts beating move into the
bedroom.   They throw off their clothes, drinking in the sight of the
other's nakedness.  Mark pushes Rob back on the pillow as he dives
once more for the still rock-hard dick.  Now, finally, Mark engulfs
the cockhead.  He gives it brief attention and then goes down, down. 
Now up, now down, now faster, pumping.  Rob sighs appreciatively. 
Mark moves under Rob's balls and heads down and under.  Rob lifts up
allowing access to the delicate, sensitive area.

As he sucks, Mark begins to slowly masturbate himself.  Rob has been
rubbing Mark's chest and playing with his tits.  He reaches over and
opens the night table drawer, removing a tube of lubricant.  "Here,
use this," he offers helpfully.  Not quite sure what Rob is
suggesting, Mark looks at him quizzically as he places a glob of
lubricant on his hard dick.  "I mean, it's better to jerk off with
it," explains Rob.  "Oh," says Mark, returning to the blowjob that
both men are enjoying immensely.  

Rob reaches over, takes some lubricant, pulls Mark's lower body toward
him.  He begins to finger-fuck Mark  with his middle finger, as Mark
continues to jerk himself off.  As Rob feels himself beginning to get
very excited, he gently pushes Mark away for a few minutes to cool
off.  Mark understands and looks down at himself and at Rob's hand,
which now has two fingers inserted into his hole.  Mark speeds up his
beating-off speed and lies back on the bed.

Rob reaches into the same dresser drawer, removes a  condom, and holds
it up to Mark as he raises his eyebrow in a question.  Mark nods yes. 
Rob puts the condom on and begins to position Mark for a face to face
fuck.  Mark decides to roll over, opting to get it doggy style.  As
Rob enters the ready hole, both men take a deep breath.  Mark is up on
his knees, and wants this fuck so badly.  After a brief adjustment to
the big dick inside him, he begins to move his ass.  Within minutes, 
he is fucking Rob's cock, as he makes aggressive backward movements. 
Rob likes to fuck someone who obviously appreciates it, and times his
forward thrusts with Mark's backward thrusts.  Both men are sweating
profusely, having forgotten to turn on the air conditioner. No one
notices.  

Mark feels Rob's movements quicken, and hears his heart pounding.  He
begins to wildly beat his own dick.  He comes first, tightening his
rectum in  several spasms, which brings Rob over the top.  Rob
releases, pulls out, removes the condom and absentmindedly places it
on the floor next to the bed.  The semen forms an interesting pattern
on the parquet floor, suitable for a tea leaf reader's interpretation.  

Rob is collapsed on top of Mark, his softening dick, resting nicely in
the crevice of Mark's ass.  Both men feel good, the frustration of the
earlier part of the evening forgotten.  Rob leans forward and places a
kiss on Mark's neck. Mark turns to return the kiss, reaching for Rob's
lips.    


Tony & His Friends 4 - "After the Opera"

Jim was as horny as a baby rhino. He hadn't had any real sex in so
long.  Well, of course there was that dalliance at the sex club that
Tony took him to, but that hardly counted.  It was just mostly
harmless cockteasing.  Of course, he did manage to get off, not that
he told Rob about that part.  No sense upsetting him needlessly.  It
meant nothing.

These were some of Jim's thoughts as he and Rob shared a cab back to
Rob's place.  They had left Tony and Mark a few minutes earlier,
having all enjoyed an opera performance at a small house on the lower
east side.  That was kind of funny with the groping mishap at the
opera.  But everyone was polite about it.  No one mentioned it
afterward. I wonder if Tony even realized what was going on, thought
Jim.  Probably he did.  We're all pretty well tuned in.  The taxi
pulled up in front of Rob's apartment building.

I bet Rob must be dripping too, thought Jim.  He hasn't had any
either.  Not as far as I know, anyway.  He and Mark seem to be getting
along better these days though.  I wonder if they could have... Nah. 
They said that they were both tired and split for home after that
opera date fiasco last week. 

The taxi pulled in front of Rob's building.  The two men alighted, and
went up to Rob's place.  In the elevator, they looked at each other
with promised heat.  Yeah, he wants it," thought Rob.  Okay with me. 
I did have that little thing with Mark, but it doesn't fill the void
that only Jim knows how to fill.  I don't think I'll mention that slip
with Mark to Jim.  No point.  I was pissed about being stood up, and I
just needed to get off.

As Rob fumbled with the key to his apartment, Jim was all over him. 
Kissing him on the neck and cheek, and rubbing his tummy, his buns,
his chest.  Good thing the hallway is deserted.  Finally inside, Rob
turned to return his lover's passion.  They kissed long.  Then short,
little pecking kisses.  Then deep, wet.  Hands all over.  Jim pushed
Rob  into the living area and fumbled with his belt as they continued
to kiss.  Pants down. Briefs down.  Now Jim's pants unbuttoned. 
Stepping out of them and pulling down his underwear, with lips  still
glued to lips.  Cocks rubbing, rising, filling out.  Both men still
wearing shirts.  Shirttails flying as Jim moved Rob over to the dining
area.  Rob allowed himself to be pushed against the table, lifting his
body to rest on top of the table.  Cock pressing against cock, as Jim
stood between Rob's legs.  

Now Jim quickly sinking to his knees and swallowing Rob's beautiful
dick.  He thought it beautiful, anyway. Big and nicely shaped and
always very responsive.  Rob loved the way Jim sucked.  Noisily,
wetly, with gusto.  Jim lifts up Rob's leg to get at the asshole. 
Yes.  There it is.  "Wink at me," he commands.  Rob laughs and
tightens his sphincter, and then pushes out, allowing his asshole to
wink  and open and then pucker up again. 

Jim moved to the fridge.  Throwing open the door, he locates a stick
of butter, and moves back to the table unwrapping it as he travels. 
Rob watches intently as Jim begins to move the end of the butter in a
rotating movement at Rob's anal opening.  Too fucking big goddamit. 
He savagely bites little pieces off the end of the bar to make a
smaller, tapered shape.  Yes, that's better.  He begins to work the
butter bar in slowly, using round movements with lots of wrist action.
He is sucking Rob's cock hungrily, trying to swallow the entire shaft.
 Rob has thrown his head back, a look of bliss on his face.  His upper
body is supported by his elbows on the tabletop.  His shirt is still
incongruously hanging from his upper torso.  Rob reaches down and
gestures to grab Jim's dick.  Jim happily moves to the side allowing
Rob to get a good hold of his cock.  He begins to play with it
lovingly.  Jim continues the sucking and has become more aggressive in
fucking Rob with the stick of butter. 

Rob motions for Jim to stop, and sitting up, he taps a nearby chair,
instructing Jim to stand on the chair.  Jim complies knowing that Rob
wants a taste of his cock.  Rob is equally adept at cocksucking and
shortly has Jim ramrod stiff, and leaking precum. Jim steps down and
again directs his attention toward Rob's asshole.  Replacing the
butter now with his own cock, Jim finds it easier than usual to enter
Rob's well prepped hole.  Ahh.  Nice, they agree.  Slow, fucking
bliss.  Nice.  Let's keep the pace slow and lazy.  Now increasing the
pace a little, varying the rate of speed.  Moving this way and that,
from each possible angle.  Rob has one leg straight up, holding it
with both hands, trying to help Jim get in as far as he can.

The two fuck with joy for almost fifteen minutes.  They slow down
whenever Jim feels himself coming close.  They pause, without moving,
until the feeling subsides.  Then gradually they continue, slowly. 
Rob's asshole is dripping wet and sloppy now.  Butter is dripping on
to the floor, mixing with the perspiration of both bodies.  Jim thinks
about the complex plot of the opera to dull his senses and distract
himself.  It works briefly, but soon, there is no further holding
back.  With loud cries of "UUGGH,  YEAH !!!" Jim announces his coming.
 He rams into Rob's butt like a billy goat.  Rob is smiling but tears
are inexplicably forming.  The intensity of the scene brings both
lovers to heights of emotion.  Now hear comes Rob.  He reaches for his
cock.  Jim, realizing what is happening, brushes his hand away, so
that he can do the honors. He pumps Rob's cock hard and fast as he
continues to hold his own softening dick slowly inside him.  Rob
shoots all over the place with Jim's chest and his own thigh receiving
the largest volleys.

"I love you kid," he whispers.
"Me too.  And that was awesome," came the quiet reply.    


Tony & His Friends
Part 5, Bathtub Blowjob

Mark, Tony  and Jim were gathered at Mark's apartment getting ready to
go out for the evening.  Awaiting Rob, who was already a few minutes
late, they were relaxing and chatting.  Someone had suggested going to
one of those male strip clubs, Chippendale type places.  Thinking at
first that it was a women only policy, they thought it not feasible,
until they learned that these places actually encourage men to attend.
 The prohibition is against men entering while the stripshow is
ongoing; afterward when the women are hot and anxious for company, men
are admitted.  A new place called Escapade is advertising for men to
show up at 10pm.  Mark had heard that the dancers, who were all
perfection personified, would hang around the bar in their bikinis and
posing straps after the show.  Many are gay, although they pretend to
be straight for the ogling women customers.  Several look for well-off
male bar patrons after the show to make a little money on the side. 
The guys had some doubts about how interesting such a visit would be
but agreed to go along with the idea.

Mark excused himself and headed toward the bathroom.  In a few minutes
Tony followed.  He found Mark brushing his teeth, and  slipped into
the room.  Closing the door, he embraced him and placed Mark's hand on
his crotch.  Mark squeezed obligingly and enjoyed Tony's feeling up
his backside.  He prepared to separate as he heard the doorbell.  
"It's okay, Jim will get it.  Must be Rob," said Tony.  Mark knew that
Tony was feeling hot and didn't want this to stop either.  They kissed
and touched through their clothes.  Tony  unzipped  and took out his
cock.

"Hey, hey, hey," cautioned Mark.  "I can't fuck for you here and now.
C'mon, you know that.  The others are out there."

"It's alright, it's okay," soothed Tony.  He led Mark over to the
bathtub and seated him on the edge.  "Just a nice blowjob.  Don't
waste any time. C'mon, suck it."

With Tony standing in front of him with his pants around his ankles,
Mark began to suck on the dark tubesteak that would not be denied.  It
grew and twitched and wagged gratefully.  Mark expertly kneaded Tony's
balls and slobbered all over the dick, licking up one side and down
the other.  Then applying suction to the small sensitive head.  Mark
took out his dick as he sucked and started to play with it.  

Jim had let Rob into the apartment and they spoke for a few minutes. 
Rob was surprised to find only Jim and asked where the others were. 
"Oh,  Mark is in the bathroom I think, and Tony, I'm not sure.  I
thought he went to look for something in his jacket in the bedroom,
but I  don't know.  Maybe he's making a phone call."  Rob went into
the kitchen to get some water and then settled into a chair in the
living room.

Tony pumped into Mark's mouth as silently as possible.  He fucked
Mark's face for a short lovely time, petting the top of Mark's head,
and whispering endearments.  Mark removed the inflamed dick, looked at
it, licked it, rubbed it over his nose, his cheeks, his chin, his
forehead.  Then he popped it back into his mouth.  He applied
pressure, and simultaneously ran his tongue on the underside of  the
back of Tony's cock.  He knew that drove him nuts.  He whacked himself
off, as he applied every trick he could think of  to his fuckbuddy's
rod.  What a nice cock, he thought.  Fits just right.  He felt Tony's
increased pace, and heard the labored breathing.  
Mark sucked Tony to the root and with his finger began to massage his
friend's asshole.  He entered the hole just a little and continued to
suck like his life depended on it.  That did it.

"Here I come !" stage-whispered Tony, in a hoarse, unnatural voice. 
Mark  pumped the fuckjuice out, until Tony had to grab on to the towel
bar to steady himself.  And then Tony's dick began twitching and
spurting, one, two ....two and a half.  Oops, that one caught him on
the leg of his pants.  Their eyes locked.  Mark embraced Tony around
the legs, holding him for a long minute.  Mark stood, unsteadily,
red-faced, and they kissed.

Tony returned to the living room, greeted Rob and assured Jim and Rob
that Mark would be ready in a moment.  "He just has to change his
pants.  Decided they're a little too heavy for the weather."

"Well, let's get goin'," said Jim.  "It's after ten. You guys are as
pokey as shit."  
"Yeah, OK, just had a problem finding some mouthwash.  Here's Mark
now."      


Tony & His Friends 6
Merry Interlude

The visit to Escapades had been disappointing.  The excited groups of
women were laughing and talking about the drop-dead strippers that
they had just seen.  Only a few of the performers were hanging out at
the bar.  Rob and Jim, Mark and Tony had a drink at the bar and
watched the passing scene.  Mark and Tony left after a half hour, and
Jim announced that he also had to leave.  Rob was hoping for a full
evening out, and decided to hang out for a while.

Soon, he noticed an attractive young woman eyeing him from one stool
away. He returned the smile, and she asked a question he couldn't
hear.  He moved over to chat.  They got along well, had another drink
together.  Her name was Merry.  New to NY, she had come to the show
alone, just for a lark.  Small and dark, she appeared to be latin and
spoke with a slight accent.  Rob liked her sexy body and quiet, almost
shy, manner.  She wore a tight short dress; her tits were high and
firm; her ass small but shapely.

It was clear after a short while that there was mutual attraction, and
it soon became clear that these two would be leaving together. Rob
felt a little guilty as he left a tip for the bartender, but told
himself  that Jim wouldn't really object to this harmless dalliance. 
Maybe he would even call him up.

At Merry's place, Rob lounged around the living room while Merry was
in the bathroom.  He had tried to reach Jim, but didn't  get a
call-back yet.  She soon came out, dressed in a short nighty lounging
thing, black with light blue ribbons, and she looked lovely.  Her lips
were parted and she looked at Rob expectantly.  She was hot; this
chick wanted it bad.  She sat next to him, and he leaned over and they
kissed.  Soon, clothes began to come off.  Rob was down to his jockeys
and socks.  Merry was dressed only in panties.Nice small round tits. 
Pink nipples.  Not brown;   pink, with wide aureoles.

Leaning over on the couch, Merry removed Rob's cock, half hard, from
his briefs.  Impressed with it's girth and length, she murmured
something in Spanish, and covered it with many small kisses.  She
began to suck.  Oh, she is good, thought Rob.  Not too many chicks are
this good.  She licked, and sucked and caressed Rob's nuts, as she
slipped the briefs down and off.  Rob was now totally hard, and
enjoying this expert blowjob.  

Merry lifted up the wet stiff cock, and studied it.  She moved it this
way and that way, inspecting if from all angles.  She squeezed it and
made it grow still bigger.  She began to talk to it as though it were
a puppet.  This amused Rob, although he couldn't understand what she
was saying.  He asked her what she was saying, but she just smiled,
and returned to sucking.

Rob began to feel Merry's ass, and put his hand into her panties.  She
moved away slightly, trying to delay this.  Rob was insistent and
continued to feel her ass crack and tried to reach under to her pussy.
 She continued to tease, moving down on the couch away from his hand. 
Finally he said with a husky voice, "I want to fuck you baby.  Come
on, before I go over the top."  She giggled and shook her head no.

Rob was beginning to get pissed.  The blowjob felt great, but it had
been a long time since he had had some pussy.  It was time.  He wanted
it.  Rob lunged, grabbing Merry by the ass, and dragging her up to his
end of the couch.  He ripped the panties aside, whipped her body
around, and revealed Merry's three and a half inch, soft brown cock. 
It was taped down with a small piece of transparent tape on to her
right leg, and her balls were evidently pushed between her legs and
into her body cavity.

Rob stared.  Merry looked frightened.  No one spoke.  Then after a
long pause, Rob laughed.  "Son of a bitch," he exclaimed.  "You are
good.  You really look real.  I had no idea."
"You're not mad?"
"A little disappointed, but no, it's okay," Rob said.
"Should I...?" Merry asked, pointing toward her dick.  She wondered
whether Rob wanted a taste of her dick, and if she should take off the
tape.  
"Nah, I don't think so," he said slowly.  Merry slipped the panties
back on.  Rob rubbed her ass with his hand inside the panties,
slipping now and then into the tight asshole.  Merry continued sucking
Rob's puppet.  He began to gasp, he was getting close.  
"It's good, it's good, like that," he encouraged.
She can suck me off this time, he thought. But I'm going to fuck that
little butt before this night is over.  I wish Jim would call.  Can't
wait to tell him about this.


Tony & His Friends 7
Scholarly Threeway

A flash thunderstorm forced Tony off the Parkway, and into a small
restaurant-bar to await the clearing of the weather.  Early evening,
and the place was quite empty.  A few people here and there.  Refugees
from the storm like him, no doubt, and maybe some regulars.  
	He found his way to a table and looked around.  A guy across the way
looked familiar.  As he focused, Tony realized with some embarrassment
that this attractive young guy was  a student in his class.  What made
it embarrassing was not so much the surroundings, as the fact that
Tony has had a lech for this guy for a while.  Name of Al, he always
sits in the front row.  He has a funny little smile that seems to be
saying a lot.  He is a big, handsome ex-football jock.  Now a graduate
student, Al was a big man on campus in his undergrad days.  The call
from the coach was the first such call that Tony had ever received. 
Of course he would be understanding, he assured the coach.  Little
time for the prerequisite courses, Tony would provide special help. 
Depending on the weather, Al wore either shorts or sweatpants.  Both
were good, but the sweatpants were almost better.  Tight and with a
noticeable lump in the expected place.  Not infrequently, Al would
absentmindedly (?) rub his swollen dick with the back of his hand as
Tony lectured.  It could be very distracting, and more than once, Tony
lost his train of thought as his eyes stole a glance.
	Soon after Tony was settled at the  little table, Al noticed and
recognized him.  They smiled and gave a little mutual nod.  Al was
seated with a pretty young woman.  Brunette, full figured, smiling. 
Orange lipstick, big earrings dangling.  After the waiter had
delivered Tony's drink, he looked up to see Al smiling down at him. 
God, this guy is gorgeous !  Blond very short hair, sunburned nose,
perfect white teeth. Al sat without being asked, and the two men
launched into an easy conversation of trivial pleasantries about the
storm, about school, about  summer activities, about jazz.  After a
few minutes, Al got up to rejoin his friend whose name is Jerlyn. 
Quite casually, he said that he and Jerlyn were headed over to his
place for some Chinese food.  He invited Tony to join them.  "I've got
some great jazz CD reissues."
	Tony delayed just a moment.  Non-sexual intergenerational friendships
are uncommon.  Surely this was an invitation for more than Chinese
food and music.  And so it was.
	The three arrived at Al's comfortable apartment within 15 minutes. 
The preliminaries of music and casual conversation.  Getting out of
wet clothes.  Jerlyn reappeared wearing just a shirt of Al's; Al had
only a towel around him.  They sat on the sofa with Tony between them.
 He had opened his wet shirt, and now removed it, followed by his
slacks; left with just a pair of plaid boxers.
	All pretenses dropped, Jerlyn began to caress the back of the older
man's neck, while Al ran a hand across his chest and grinned. Al
leaned over to kiss Tony, while Jerlyn unbuttoned her shirt and
watched.  Too fast to fully realize what was happening, or to
appreciate each development, the scene escalated to a passionate
three-way.  Al had pulled Tony's boxers down to his ankles and was
chowing down like a hungry kitten.  Jerlyn was seated on the top of
the couch to allow Tony better access to her full round breasts, which
he was alternately sucking.  As he teased her nipples, Tony began to
finger fuck Jerlyn, who was already wet.  Her cunt lips were swollen
with desire and her little clit was hard.  Tony was now fully hard
himself, and thoroughly enjoying the blowjob that he was receiving
from Al.
	As Al stood up, Tony stripped off the younger man's briefs, and a
beautiful, large, bent cock, with a funny shaped pink head slapped up
against his belly. Tony bent over and took it into his mouth.  Ummmm. 
Long time.  Too long.  Yes, I remember what this was like.  Nice
feeling. He rolled the cockhead around in his mouth, savoring the
smooth wet fullness of it.  He took it out and stared at the odd heart
shaped head as he jacked the shaft slowly.  As this was going on,
Jerlyn had slipped to the floor, and was licking Tony's balls, and
gently nuzzling his dick with her nose.
	The group moved into the bedroom, and stretched out on the king sized
bed.  Jerlyn settled into the center lying on her back.  Tony
immediately began to eat out her pussy like a starving man.  Al
positioned himself behind Tony and soon Tony felt a warm tongue at his
asshole.  As he got into his muff diving, he moved his ass this way
and that in response to Al's talented tongue which now darted into his
hole. 
	After a short while, Tony heard Al get off the bed and hand Jerlyn
something.  Tony looked up to see Jerlyn opening a condom package. 
She soon pulled him off her pussy, and was expertly rolling it onto
his cock.  That done, she settled back, and put a pillow under her
ass.  Tony moved in, and gently entered her, as he placed little bites
on her neck.  As he began to slowly fuck Jerlyn, he again felt Al
playing with his ass.  This was a first.  He had never been rimmed
while fucking.  The combination was scintillating.  Wanting to make
this last, and also to tease this hot young woman who was moaning with
abandon, Tony pulled almost all the way out every few strokes and
rubbed just the head of his dick up and down her outer lips.  She
begged him to put it back in.  Now with loud creakings from the bed,
here comes Al up to the top of the bed, positioning himself over
Jerlyn's upper torso.  Jerlyn knew just what to do.  She dived for his
asshole, as Al waved his long curved prong in Tony's face.  Tony took
it with pleasure, and Al began to curse and fart and laugh.  He pulled
his dick out of Tony's mouth.  He leaned over and kissed Tony a long
wet french kiss, and then told him to go back to sucking him as he
fucked his girlfriend.
	"Fuck that hot bitch.  You love it don't you babe?  I told you I was
turning on my horny prof didn't I?  You thought I was shitting you."
	"Turn around and put it in my mouth," responded Jerlyn.  Al
obligingly, but with some difficulty turned around on the bed,
removing his dick from Tony's mouth and began to fuck Jerlyn's face,
as she milked Tony's cock with her cunt muscles.  That's what I call a
real talking pussy, thought Tony.
	Too soon, they all came.  And came.  And came.  Jerlyn was the
loudest and longest.  Al had the most copious load, which he spread
over everyone.  Over Jerlyn's big tits, and over Tony's hairy chest. 
He took a taste from his own finger, declaring Yum.  Tony just
collapsed, ready to die and go to heaven.


	Warm, friendly shower.  Big red and white striped fluffy towels.  The
colors of the Polish flag, thought Tony.  Al is Polish-American. 
Coincidence?

	Farewells.  Kisses all around. Those summer afternoon showers can
lead to all sorts of surprises.    


Tony & His Friends 8
A Day at the Beach
	
     Jim was snoring contentedly as he lay on the sand between dunes. 
Rob returning from the water, shook some cool water on him from his
hair, as he dried up with a towel, but it failed to wake the snoozing
Jim.  It had been a long day and a grueling drive from New York.  But
here they were at a beautiful spot on Cape Ann.  Jim had heard about
this smaller cape just north of Cape Cod, and suggested it for a long
weekend in mid-summer.
	The sun was beginning to fall lower in the sky as the evening hours
approached.  No one was in sight.  The  friends were naked between two
small dunes on the northernmost part of the Cape.  Now almost fully
dry, Rob stretched out on the sand, and began to cover Jim with
kisses.  It wasn't long before the older man began to stir.  He looked
down to find Rob kissing his belly and gently rubbing his dormant
dick.  
	Noticing Jim's awakening, Rob began to increase the seriousness of
his lovemaking.  They kissed for a long time with Rob on top.  When he
began to feel Jim harden beneath him, he again started to spread his
kisses throughout the body resting beneath him.  Jim's cock is now in
Rob's mouth, and he is lazily sucking the head as he gently rubs his
nipples.  Jim is happy to remain totally passive.  Rob continues down
Jim's body, and then rolls him over in the sand.  Jim laughs as he
rolls off the beach towel and on to the soft sand.  Rob  now has his
nose between Jim's cheeks as he begins to eat out Jim's hole.  He
pulls the cheeks apart to get better access, and Jim helpfully
repositions himself.  Jim smiles and closes his eyes as he feels the
talented tongue enter him.  This continues for a long time.  
	There is a sound and Rob stops and warily looks up and peers over the
dune.  Just some fishermen down the far end of the beach.  Nothing to
worry about.  He returns to pleasuring his lover.  
	"Fuck me, baby," begs Jim.  With just a smile for a response, Rob
lies on top of Jim and begins to tease him with his stiff, thick prong.
	"Put it in, put it in," Jim commands.  "I want to feel you inside
me."  Rob teases a bit longer, but eventually complies, entering Jim
without difficulty.  The two men rock slowly, gently, lazily, in the
fading sunlight.  Whenever Rob comes close, they stop and lie
motionless.  After the feeling subsides, they continue the gentle
rocking.  
	Rob, knowing he will not be able to hold off much longer, reaches
under Jim and holds his cock.  Jim moves on to his side a little to
allow for better access.  Rob expertly stimulates Jim's dick as he
fucks him.  Surprisingly he hears Jim's moan and feels the slick cum
in his hand before he reaches his own climax.  As Jim continues to
moan and writhe, Rob increases the pace of his thrusts and soon brings
himself over the top.  He muffles his sounds of pleasure in deference
to the fishermen, and his own insecurity about sex in a public place. 
He lies on top of Jim, panting and kissing his neck.
	He pulls himself up, and returns to the water to rinse off.  Jim
refuses, waving him off.  "I want to feel your sticky cum on me all
the way back to the motel."  


Tony & His Friends 9
Tony and Mark Add Al-Spice

	"Got a little surprise for ya," announced Tony.
 Mark looked up inquiringly.  It was a Friday evening and Mark and
Tony were beginning an intimate little evening at Mark's apartment.
Tony checked his watch, and smiled.  "Yeah, anytime now."
Mark continued pouring drinks.  The two friends settled down on the
couch, toasted, and kissed.  The kisses just started to get juicy when
the doorbell rang.

	"So this is your surprise, I guess?", asked Mark with a trace of
annoyance in his voice.  "I hope it's not some skaggy whore you hired.
 I have some nice things around this apartment you know."
"Not to worry.  You'll like my surprise.  And perfectly safe, I assure
you."
The doorbell rang again, this time more insistently.
"Well, okay," said Mark, rising.  There was some doubt in his voice. 
And a trace of hurt.  "I kinda hoped I was enough for you."
"You are, baby.  Really.  It just doesn't hurt to introduce a little
spice, does it?  When we're together I mean"
Mark walked to the door without responding.

	Standing there, leaning against the doorway, was the most appealing
young man Mark had seen in a very long time.  Tall, broad, bulging
with muscles all over.  
"Uh, Come in, come in," opening the door all the way.
Al looked over Mark's head, and gave a little wave to Tony who was
sitting beaming on the couch.  Getting up, Tony provided the
introductions.  A drink was offered and accepted.  The group settled
down on to the modular couch.

	"I, uh, know what this is about," said Al.  "I don't usually do this
kinda thing, you know," he said looking at Mark.  It's just that Tony
was so convincing.  I mean I'm bi and I have no, um, objection or
anything, but three guys is something new for me."

	"Well, for us too," assured Tony.  "Right Mark?  We don't do this
every weekend do we?"  Mark laughed, shaking his head no, and drinking
in Al's body sprawled out on the couch.  The thigh and calf muscles
were enormous, the legs covered lightly with blond hair.

	Tony moved over to unbutton Al's shorts.  Al watched passively. Mark
moved a bit to get a better view.  The fat Polish kielbasa was soon
out and already beginning to enlarge.  Tony kissed Al, and pulled his
shorts down.  Mark's shirt was off in a flash as he began to lower his
own pants.   Tony was slowly jerking Al as he kissed him.  Mark joined
in by unzipping Tony while tweaking his nipples.

	Tony turned his attention to Mark, who hungrily returned the kisses
and caresses.  Al started to warm up to the scene, and leaned over to
have a taste of Mark's hard dick.  Mark then pushed away the cocktail
table and stretched out on the floor, reaching for Al's dick.  He soon
had Al's fat cock in his mouth, and began to pump with expert style,
tickling his nuts thoughtfully. As Tony and Al kissed, seated beside
each other on the couch, Mark alternated sucking one and then the
other.  From time to time, they murmured words of encouragement and
praise to the diligent cocksucker. 

	After ten minutes or so of this pleasant attention, Tony broke away
and left the room.  He returned shortly and approached Mark from
behind.  Mark did not stop sucking Al as he felt his friend encircle
his chest with his arms.  Tony coaxed Mark up to his knees and began
to play with Mark's dick as he kissed his neck.  Al had his eyes
closed and was sitting back on the couch, enjoying Mark's blowjob in a
trancelike state. 

	 Mark felt Tony's hard lubed dick in his asscrack as he continued to
suck the young athlete.  He reached around and helped Tony to place it
on target, and then humped his ass out to accommodate the penetration.
 Ahh.  It slowly enters.  Tony sighs and rubs Mark's chest, pulling on
the nipples lightly.  Al is now watching intently, and begins to
stimulate his own nipples as he feeds his rock hard dick to Mark.  He
leans over to kiss the talented cocksucker on the top of his head. 
Mark smiles and looks up at Al, their eyes locked as Mark continues to
lick the big, round red head of Al's cock.  Tony is missing none of
this as he whispers loving encouragement in Mark's ear, telling him
how great his asshole feels and urging him to make their new friend
feel good.  

	Mark is now getting into the fucking he is receiving with all his
being.  He stops sucking Al as he concentrates on the delicious
feeling in his ass.  He works his butt muscles causing Tony to sigh
"yeah, like that, like that."

	Change of position. Tony is now lying flat on the carpet.  Mark is
sitting on him, bucking up and down on the older man's poker-hard rod.
Al kneeling over Tony, facing Mark,  is enjoying being part of this
hot scene.  Tony has two fingers up Al's asshole, as he feels Mark
bouncing up and down on his rigid prick.   Al  shakes his cock a
little to remind Mark that it could use some attention.  Mark obliges,
and just as he leans forward to deepthroat the thick dripping cock,
Tony begins to feel the beginning of the end.  Mark  clenches his
sphincter bringing Tony over the top.  He counts three major spurts
and then dribbles his way to complete satisfaction.   Mark pumps Al's
dick as he pulls on his own cock with his free hand.  Al comes in
torrents over Tony's chest and belly, and Tony rubs it into his skin
and around his hairy torso as though it were body lotion.  Mark, the
last to come, finally does so with Al's fingers under his balls and
into his ass, and Tony's lips firmly planted on his.  He shoots only
two small spurts but proclaims their arrival loudly.

	Tony wonders why Mark didn't come more since he seemed to have
enjoyed himself immensely.  "Well, I jerked off in the bathroom at
work today, just thinking of you and about tonight," admitted Mark. 
"If I had known about your surprise, I would have saved it.  But no
matter, it was still the best sex I've had all month."

	"I'll say!" agreed Al.  "You guys know how to throw a party.  Gotta
go now though."

	As Mark headed to the shower, Tony sprawled out on the living room
floor nude, hit the remote and settled down to watch a rerun of
Cheers.  


Tony & His Friends
Summer's End

	Mark and Tony rest on the large private deck of their rented summer
house in the Pines.  The sun is brightly shining and there is a cool
breeze that causes the wind chimes to make a pleasant tinkling sound.  

	Tony looks over at the naked Mark, who returns the gaze with an
affectionate smile.  Tony rubs his  cock and scratches his nutsack as
he drinks in the sight of Mark's nude body.  He never tires of
admiring the long, muscled torso and gentle open face.  Mark seems to
be having similar thoughts as he rubs his tits, and adjusts his dick
to rest on his stomach, facing upward.

	They are awaiting the arrival of Jim and Rob who have been invited
for a barbecue.  They are a little late.  Strange.  The ferry is
usually reliable.  They must have stopped to buy something at the
general store near the dock.

Tony gets up and kneels on the edge of Mark's chaise.  He kisses him
warmly and rubs his warm naked chest.  Mark puts his arms around Tony
and lowers his hands to cup his buns.  He loves the full, muscular,
hairy ass, and massages it as he returns the long kiss.

	Neither man is feeling particularly horny.  Just warm and loving.  It
is the end of summer, and it is a bitter-sweet time.  The planned
end-of-summer beach barbecue is meant to mark the end of the sultry
lazy days of the sexiest season.  No one better to spend it with than
Jim and Rob who have become such close friends.

	The doorbell rings.  That must be them.  Tony wraps a beach towel
around his middle as he saunters into the apartment and to the front
door.  He is surprised to find a strange handsome man peering through
the screen.  The stranger says that he is Philippe, the handyman for
this coop complex.  It seems that the previous tenants reported some
problems with the plumbing.  Yes, Tony had noticed that the shower is
very sluggish.

	Philippe enters.  He seems in no hurry to inspect the plumbing.  He
looks  Tony up and down, and steals a glance out to the deck where the
naked Mark continues to sunbathe.  Philippe accepts the offer of a
glass of iced tea and joins Mark out on the deck.  Tony removes the
towel and stretches out on the empty chaise.  Philippe chats easily,
explaining that he is from Corsica, and just in the US a few months. 
He is perhaps 40 years old, curly brown hair, very attractive with a
dimpled chin and a slight French accent. He wears only a faded pair of
cutoffs and sandals.  Also a tool belt.  He looks frankly at Mark's
body, lingering in his gaze at the cock.  Mark returns the inspection,
noticing the large erect nipples on the visitor and the hungry hazel
eyes.
	The doorbell rings again.  This must be Jim and Rob.  As he walks to
the door, Tony thinks that this summer is destined to end memorably.

THE END