Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 00:56:01 -0700 (PDT) From: einhard Subject: Spring quickie Spring quickie (t/t, oral, anal) by einhard PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story centers round a telephone conversation, in which only one side is reported. I have no idea how this should be done technically. So therefore, the utterances of the guy at the other end are represented in two ways: 1: By the guys at "our" end responding directly to questions and comments. 2: By an extra long space between paragraphs (3 lines) and the signs "(...)". Oh, and this story is linked to the two "Christmas quickies" and the "Easter quickies". Enough of my chattering. Here's the story. Hi, this is Charlie again. You know, the guy who wrote the first of the "quickies", the one about how I sucked off Billy in church during the concert and how Matt fucked me on the street the next day? From the other quickies, you get the impression only the little guys have been exercising their butts, cocks and balls. Not so. This is the telephone conversation I had with Billy last Saturday. Actually, it's not a real conversation, because it's one-sided. And it involves a third guy, but here it is, anyway. "Billy? Hi, man! Having fun at the family function?" (...) "I know, man, I know. If I were you, I'd rather be with me, too. But when it's your sister's wedding, you gotta be there." (...) "What? Sure it sucks, having to go off with your mom and dad across half the country. But then, she is marrying old money. Wouldn't do to piss off the in-laws by dragging all the old aunts over here for the ceremony." (...) "So you're hard? What else is new? I am, too. Yeah, I'm alone. No, I'm not in bed. It's 8:00 a.m. already, you know I'm never in bed that late on a Saturday morning. I'm just standin' here, lookin' out the window. It's a glorious day out there. Uh-huh? 97 degrees? Shit, I don't envy you. Imagine having to wear a suit and tie in that kind of weather. You know what? You should be thankful your skin is white. Being black has its advantages in the sun, 'cause I don't get burned, but it sure can get hot when you're as dark as I am. Just make sure to use some good sunblock. Hold on, buddy, the doorbell's ringin'. Gotta go see who it is. Yeah, I'm back. It was my new neigbor, that Gregory guy. Yeah, that's right, the kid that you drool over. I just buzzed him in, and he's on his way up here. Oh, hi, Gregory. Have a seat or somethin'. I'm just on the phone with Billy." (...) "You wanna do what?! But what if he freaks out? Yeah, I noticed that, too, but are you sure...? You are? Listen, you're on your own, right? Nobody else in the room? Okay, okay, I'll put him on. Gregory? You wanna say a few words to Billy?" "Hi, this is Gregory. What's up? A wedding? That far away? Sounds nice. It isn't? Why? I see. 102 degrees, suit and tie, conversing old ladies and watching your manners all day. Sooner you than me, man." (...) "What!? Look, are you sure you wanna tell me about this? Okay, okay, I get horny in the mornings, too, but isn't that sorta thing, you know, like, private? Sure you heard me, even if I was whispering. I don't want Charlie to hear. Uh-huh? Right. So he knows, because you and he are...Billy? Did you say "boyfriends"? Look, I don't care what you want, I'm whispering, and I'm gonna go on whispering for as long as I like. Whoa! You're weirding me out here, man. Are you sure you're not high on something? I mean, it's not like it's normal for me, this, having a guy I only met a couple of times telling me he wants to have sex with me. Telling me over the phone, I mean. Why, when Ben and I..." (...) "Yeah, I'm still here. I just had to collect my thoughts for a while. Don't laugh like that. What do you mean, how do I mean? Like a hyena, that's what I mean. How do you know Ben isn't a girl? And anyway, I didn't tell you I had sex with him. Oh, fuck! I said "him", didn't I? Man, I never told anybody about this. Yeah, yeah, so I've been staring at both you and Charlie. It's been more than a month since I was with Ben, you know, and I miss the sex. Shit! I did it again! Fuck, fuck, fuck! How do you do that? You're practically a stranger, and here I am, telling you all the secrets of my sex life. Over the phone, with another guy in the room with me! I always knew I was no Einstein, but I never realized I was that stupid. Yeah, sure, I'll put Charlie back on. Hang on a moment." "Hi, it's me again. Oh, I heard. He thought he was whispering, but I heard. You know I can hear a pin drop at 200 paces. Okay, so I can't, but you know what I mean. He's still here. A little shell-shocked, but he hasn't run away yet. Oh, yeah, he's got an eyeful. I'm down to my briefs, and I think he knows what's inside. His jaw's been down on the floor since he caught sight of it, and there's something stirring in his shorts, too. Oh, isn't that cute? He's blushing! It's one of the few things white kids have on us darkies when it comes to charm. You can blush. Yeah, I know I blush, too, but it doesn't show." (...) "What? Sure I'll hold while you cum, Billy. I can use the time to get undressed all the way. Give Gregory something really nice to look at. (Short pause.) Back with us again? What time are you leaving? Okay, will you starve if you skip breakfast? Then we can talk some more. Interesting things might take place here in the next few minutes." (...) "Oh, yeah, he's as red as ever. Not embarrassed enough to keep from leaking precum, though. I can see the stain on the crotch of his shorts. Come on, Gregory, get over here! Well-bred lad, this. Does what you tell him without bitching about it. What I'm doing? I'm preparing to give him a good time, that's what I'm doing. Just a sec, I'll give him the phone." "This is Greg again. He's, uhm, he's on his knees in front of me, pulling my shorts down. Oh! Oooh! I'm real sensitive down there, Charlie!" (...) "What? I mean just below the cockhead, you know, near the fenum or something. Frenulum? Yeah, I guess that's it. Shiiittt! He's sucking me now. Taking all of me, I mean. Six and a half inches. A bit thin. Sure it looks nice. Aaaahhh! You know, Billy, I think I gotta take a little break. Fuck, Charlie, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot my load. Now! Fuuuuccckkkk!" (...) "Yeah, I'm here again. He's still on the floor, and he looks really gross. Sperm and spit running down that black chin. Eeeww! Here, I'll put him back on." "Hi, lover! Yeah, I swallowed it. Didn't you hear me gulp? Salty. More bitter than yours. Well, if you insist on bringing yourself off once more, I guess we can help you. Mm. Mmm-hmm. Yes, I'll see if I can persuade him. I'm givin' him the phone again, okay?" "It's me again. What do you have planned this time, then? You're gonna tell me something? Huh? You're not serious, man! Six of you! You mean you have orgies with all six? Oh, you've never been more than five together at once. Yeah, sure, man! That puts it in a completely different light. I mean, five teens sucking and fucking each other is something you hear about every day, but six, that would have been perverted. I see that now. I see perfectly. Oh, two of 'em aren't even teens yet. I hope they're not, like, seven. They're twelve? Oh, well, that's okay, then." (...) "Charlie? He's still on his knees in front of me. Correction, he's behind me now. He's stroking my ass. Is it nice? What do you think? Of course it's friggin' nice! You reckon he wants to fuck me? EIGHT INCHES!? Holy fuck, man, that's a lot bigger than Ben. Doesn't he rip you apart with that thing? No? But you're smaller than me, I thought...Yeah, right, if you're well primed it's okay. Haaah!" (...) "No, no, he's not hurting me. He just licked my hole, that's all, and I wasn't ready for it. No, I can't see him, dipshit! He's behind me, and now I'm bent forward at the hips, supporting myself on the windowsill. Oh, yeah! Wow! Isn't he ever? Ben didn't give me rimjobs. It's not that he didn't wanna, but we only started messing around a few weeks before I moved away. Oh, Charlie, that feels so goood! But Charlie? Billy says you gotta speed up a bit, he needs to leave in a couple of minutes. Yowch! Careful with that finger, man. Oh, yeah, that's better. Use plenty of lube. Mmmh, I like that. Waaah! What was that? You hit something in there, boy." (...) "What do you wanna come butting in for, Billy? It's the prostate? So is that what it's for, then? Feeling good? Ah, skip the science, man, I'm gettin' ready for a fucking here. I'll just think of it as a a "feel-good gland", okay?" (...) "Oh, yeah, he's gettin' down to business, all right. It's lubed up and ready. Oh, fuck! It looks kinda scary from here. Be gentle with me, Charlie! Uhh! Aww! Slowly, man! Easy! Yeah, that's right, hold it there a moment. I gotta catch my breath a little. Whew! I'm ready for my close-up now, mr Tavener! Aooouwww!" (...) "No, it's okay, he just pushed it all the way in in one motion. If I get another second, I'll be fine. Right, you can start fucking now, Charlie." (Short pause) "Hiya, Billy. Charlie here again. Yeah, I'm, hunh!, fucking him now. I'm watching my big, black bone sliding out, sloooowly, and then, hunh!, back in, hard, fast. Is that the kind of thing you wanna hear? I'm pickin' up some speed here. Can you hear the slapping? Oh, he's enjoying it. I'm not sure I can last very long, though, I feel my balls rising already. I sure am glad Mom won't be back until the afternoon. That means he can fuck me in a while. Oh, yeah! As many times as he wants. It's not like my ass is gonna get sore straight away or anything. It was only two days ago that you plowed it for almost an hour, and I felt fine after. But I'm gonna squirt now, Billy, I'm gonna shoot my big load up this sweet, white ass. Yeah, my monstrous, black cock is filling him up, soon, soon, nooowwww! Fuuuck! Yaaah! Man! That was intense. Will you quit with that yelling, Billy, I can't hear what's happening? Oh, you came, too. Sorry. You know, buddy, you should be here now. That stupid grin he's got on his mug is kinda cute. And he's hard again, too. Okay, you get cleaned up and go. Bye, Billy!" "Billy? Greg here. Nice talkin' to you, man. And don't worry, I'll keep big, bad Charlie here in shape over the weekend. You know, this neighborhood has potential. So far, I like it just fine. Bye!" This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) May 2001. All rights reserved. Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com