From: D One Subject: Anonymous Night Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 01:55:23 GMT The phone line was busy. It was a hot and humid night. I couldn't sleep. So at 3 am, I dialed the phone got my code number and spent two hours listening to messages, talking to other horny guys and then nervously recorded a message of my own. "Looking for anonymous meeting with one or more who are into everything" My phone rang an hour later. The voice was young....almost a whisper and offered me an invitation which had my cock drooling. I pulled on my gym shorts..and walked the ten blocks in the night humidity. By the time I got there, I was as sweaty as if I had run the entire distance. My cock would harden then soften as I walked. My stomach jumped and twisted. My brain urged me to stop being silly and return home....thinking of all the evil things that could happen to me. I purposely didn't take a wallet or id. Only my house key in my shoe had any connection to who I was or where I lived. "wear as little as you can" the voice said "the place will be dark, everything will be safe" It was a situation where the mood was right, I was horny enough to screw a tree and ready to abandon the conservative approach I usually took to meeting, let alone to haveing sex". I still lived with the folks. "You're twenty four and still living at home?" friends would say. I had joined the Army right out of high school and returned home to go to college. So many of my classmates were three years younger then me....way young so it seemed. And I had been invited often to share a place, but spending that kind of money just didn't seem smart. I worked too. I even paid some expenses to the folks..they objected but I know they bragged about it to their friends. And my sisters and brother didn't seem to mind having me back home after my three years in the military. And most of all, I was enjoying the personal freedom that I had never experienced when living there as a kid. It made me fonder of my family then I was before. And I could come and go as I pleased. That's how I first having sex with men on a regular basis. Actually having sex with men started while in the Army. The first time was while hitchiking....and I was soon getting sucked off by another kid my age who was also in the car. He called me a week later and we shared a motel room. After that, an occasional opportunity would arise and educate me further. Until then I only suspected I was queer or some kind of weird late blooming hetrosexual..I didn't know which, but I learned. The place was a duplex kind of house..side by side doors. I walked around the side of the house and found the doorway that went down into the basement. I heard music, but the windows were dark. I stepped down the cement steps......my nervousness got worse and worse, sweat poured from my pits and crotch....yet my dick head tingled with precum spitting out as well. I opened the door....it was quiet inside. I heard a little rustling and immediately wondered "what if this were a sick joke and I was going to be arrested for breaking and entering?" A hand touched mine and closed the door. The hand moved to my chest and wiped across it....as if wiping the sweat. Other hands touched me...and led me away from the door. Audible moaning and groaning started. The sound of sucking was mixed with those sounds too. Hands were lifting my waistband around my butt as my shorts were slid down my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and bent over to move them..but realized I couldn't see where to put them. But as I bent over, a hand explored my now bared butt and asshole..fingering it. I was amazed how easily it slipped inside.....the use of carrots and a secretly purchased dildo years ago prepared my butt for invasions. And the first time I got fucked by this man who picked me up in a card shop near the base was easier because of that too. Or maybe it was because his son was sitting nearby naked, watching and jacking off. I sighed.....and concentrated on the parts of my body that whoever was in the room began to explore. "no isn't allowed" the voice had said on the phone. And I didn't say that word at anytime. I was moved again..and gently pused to a mattress onthe floor where I lay as cocks entered my mouth and butt, fingers played with my ass and nipples and my own cock was sucked..or found it's way into more then one tight butt. Occasionally a light from an opened refrigerator outlined a face or body. I realized there were guys of all kinds there..young, old, white, black, fit and average types. It didn't matter to me. All that mattered was it was a night of hedonisim I sought after and found. The door opened and things got quiet....a silhouette entered and then the door closed. Hands left me to explore the latest arrival as they had done to me. I felt the mattress move as he was brought to the bed and put in position so I could fuck him..... as someone got behind me and fucked me at the same time. My muscles ached, my joints hurt...my stomach no longer trembled...it ached for release. I exploded into the darkness and lay there recovering. But other cocks needed attention so I sucked and allowed my butt to be entered while my own body recharged until I too needed to be sucked or to fuck. "Sun's coming up" a voice said quietly. Bodies kept endulging...others rustled and left to maintain the anonymity. "What's your name?" a voice asked me in my ear. His hands were torturing my nipples.....I told him in a similar whisper. I squatted on a long long cock and rocked as the unknown person under me squeezed my cock..it was as if I were fucking my own butt...and exploded about the same time as the cock in me did. I lay on top of him...holding and being held. "Got to go.....we gotta get together.....where?" I told him where I spent my days..he didn't respond. And I pulled on my shorts, somehow found my own shoes and walked the distance home as the sun began to shine. Early morning joggers passed by. One or two I knew waved. I looked back towards where I had spent the past few hours..but decided I shouldn't. I wanted to keep the place mysterious...the people unknown.... Somehow I made it to my first class and the second. I dozed through my third and barely made it through my shift at the video store where I worked. By the end of the week, the night seemed like a dream...let alone a memory. The note stuck out of my locker. "Saturday night, different place, call to find out" and the phone number was written. My stomach shook, my cock was hard and my brain debated again as I dialed the number. A new voice told me where to go and to wear a jockstrap. This time the place was far enough away, I had to drive. I parked and walked down the alley and into the back door that led to some kind of basement. There was a blue glow and bodies there...music was playing. A hot looking young guy smiled at me and pointed to where I could put my shorts, shirt and shoes. He wore only a jockstrap....and his butt looked hot framed by the white elastic. I put my stuff on the floor on top of my shoes and joined the group dancing...until I was in a trance....stoned by the joint being passed around and beginning to get high from the beers that constantly found their way into my hand. As the night went on..the lights grew dimmer until there was only a spark of light near the refrigerator and an occasional glow when the bathroom door opened. Hands touched, explored and soon my first night of anonymous sex became a second...and a third and a fourth. It was a couple of months later when a bunch of bodies were piled on top of each other that I felt the gushing of a cock all over my face and chest...a hand was slapping my butt as I got fucked. I rolled over, exhausted and closed my eyes as a mouth sucked me. He was cute, curly haired and boyish..and my brother. I didn't know what to do..and told him we shouldn't. "We've been doing it for weeks. Who do you think was on the phone that first time?" By that time another person was aiming their cock towards my little brothers ass and he returned to sucking my cock..it hardened. I lay my head back only to find a cock waiting. He never told me where we would meet each other again..nor I him. But I know we did...as my weekends continued to find those anonymous nights....that I longed for...and needed.