From: organs@backdoor.com (Bruce)
Subject: BB: Airborne Express (m/m cons)
Date: 28 Apr 1996 01:49:14 GMT
Organization: The Denver Exchange, Inc.

Please check the header! The following story contains some form
of gay sexual content  describing purely fictional events. If
this is "not your bag", do yourself and us all a favor and hit
the "n" key NOW!

See that "gay" in the header? Know what it means? :-)

Readers under a "legal" age somewhere who happen to be reading
this are used to being told to ignore the existence of this
material. Doesn't seem logical to me, if they happen to like and
enjoy it. As above, if they don't, they too can hit the "n" key
and be done with it. Since I have no control whatever over *who*
does or does not read this, I think this paragraph is silly. Some
hot-shot lawyer said it has to be here. Enough said.

Now, on with the show!                  (Hi, there, Senators!)

Oh: permission to archive and/or re-post granted, so long as the
author is credited. Otherwise, (c) Bruce Bramson 1996.

Bruce Bramson

                           AIRBORNE EXPRESS

He brought our paychecks every other Thursday, which was reason enough to
like him: but there were many other reasons. He was "my kind of guy".
Twenty-something, polite, slight but powerfully built, and black. That
ebony shade I love so well, that complimented his dark uniform, though I
would have preferred to see him in Navy Dress Whites, or those skimpy
shorts the UPS and FedEx guys wear sometimes. The truth is, I'd have
preferred to see him with no uniform at all.

There was never any reaction when I greeted him, as I always did, with
"Hi, Handsome!" I suppose these delivery dudes get used to everything and
anything. He was always courteous and a bit reserved, as I signed the
delivery sheet and thanked him as warmly as I could. We'd get the
occasional other delivery from him (our Company never seems to be able to
get anything done on time!) and it was always the same routine.

Still, he stayed on the route a lot longer that most of his predecessors;
I guess he did his job well. So, as the months rolled by, he relaxed just
a little, and there might be the off-hand remark about the weather or
some such. Meanwhile, I fantasized all sorts of wild things that I'd like
to do with this gorgeous hunk...

He knew my name, of course, since I always signed his paperwork; I made
sure my signature was illegible, so he'd have to ask. But his greeting
was always "Good Morning, Sir" - no first name, or even "Mr." - until the
day he asked, out of the blue, for my phone number. I didn't know why,
but supposed it had to do with business, and gave him my business number.
Then, scarcely thinking of it, I said, "Would you like my home number
too?"

Suddenly he turned shy, but looked at me slyly and said, "If you want to
give it to me...": his voice sort of trailed off softly. "Sure would", I
said, "and I hope you use it!" - and I rattled off my home number, which
he pencilled lightly in the margin of his pad. There was something
haunting about the way he'd said "..if you want to give it to me...", and
there was that "double meaning" sort of implied... But, he said good bye
and drove off, leaving me to forget the episode - as if I could!

Two weeks later, I had almost forgotten it, so I was a bit surprised when
he said, after I signed for our checks, "You gonna be home tonight?"
"Sure", I replied, "why?"  "Thought I'd call you", he said. "I'll look
forward to hearing from you, then", I said, - and he was off on his
rounds without another word. I was left to wonder all day if he really
would call, and persuaded myself that he probably wouldn't...

But he did! I knew instantly who it was when I heard him say, "Hello,
this is Leon: I told you I would call you": I'd picked his name off the
tag he wore on his uniform, though I'd never called him by his first
name. "How nice to hear from you", I replied.

"I think I'd like to meet you, uh, outside of working hours", he said,
rather hesitantly.

"That's nice", I replied, "but you don't sound really sure about it
somehow".

"Well, I'm, uh, sorta new at this, and uh, uh...": he fumbled for words.

"Tell you what", I said; "come over to my place tonight, and we can take
it from there". I couldn't think of anything else to say.

He asked where I lived, and when I told him, he said he wasn't that far
away, and would "maybe" come on by. So we left it at that, a "maybe" kind
of thing: would he, or wouldn't he, I wondered?

Five minutes later my doorbell rang, and I about jumped out of my chair!
But it was some nitwit looking for my neighbors, and it was an hour
before the doorbell rang again. THIS time, it was Leon, dressed rather
casually in jeans that were not tight enough to be very revealing. As
always, he called me "Sir", which I don't like even in formal situations,
so I said, "Hey, call me Bruce, and I'll call you Leon, OK? We can be 'at
ease', since we're 'outside of working hours', as you put it. How about a
beer? Might relax you a little".

We settled in the living room with two frosty glasses of beer. There was
a brief silence. Leon seemed tense, perhaps because I was busy studying
his features, so very dark, so very smooth, so very well put together.

"So, tell, me", said I, "just what is it that you said you're 'sorta new
at'?"

"Well, uh, you're the only person on my route that always says 'Hi,
Handsome' to me, and, uh, for one thing, I guess I was wondering why you
do that", he said.

"The obvious answer", I replied, "is that I, at least, think you ARE
handsome - VERY handsome, in fact". (I found it hard to believe that I
was the only one he'd run across that had said so!) "Perhaps you are
fairly new to San Francisco?" 

"I'm from Jamaica", he said (where, I thought, was the accent?) -
"Jamaica, New York, that is" (ahhh, that explained it). "But I was
raised-up all over: my Dad was in the Army, so we bounced around quite a
lot. And you're right, I've been in The City only a coupla years: how'd
you know?"

"Guys that have been here longer, or who were raised here, I think know a
bit better how to deal with another guy telling him he's 'handsome': men
in San Francisco are, ah, pretty much out in the open about that sort of
thing".

"Well, you are, at least..." Leon ran out of words. He was trying to
formulate his next expression. "Still, I guess I kinda like being called
'handsome', even by a guy", he said.

"Good!" said I: "but you should know that there can be a lot more
attached to it than just 'saying' you're handsome..."

"Yes", he said, I suppose there can be...": again he seemed confused and
at a loss for words. Then, "But I don't think you are handsome".

I laughed out loud. "Join the crowd!" I said. "It's true, no one ever
said 'Hi, Handsome' to me, and I expect I'd faint dead away if anyone
did!"

Now Leon was really confused. "But I didn't mean to say you aren't
handsome..."

"Forget it", I said, giving his leg an affectionate pat; "like I said, if
anyone called me handsome, I'd know he was a liar! But just don't call me
ugly!"

It was Leon's turn to laugh shyly; "No, no, I don't think that at all. I
just think...": the struggle for words again.

"'You just think'... I'm a horny bastard hot for your bod, right?"

Leon took it in stride, to my surprise. "No", he replied, forming his
thoughts carefully as he spoke, "I don't think you're a 'bastard', and if
you ARE 'hot for my bod', you've never made that entirely clear".

"Hon", said I, "I have been hot for you since the very first day I saw
you! But what you do with your bod is no business of mine unless you give
the word, and I never saw any indication that you had any interest..."

Leon hesitated again. "But you see", he said, "I've never ever done
anything with another guy".

"Not even with your army brat friends?" I asked.

"My Dad was a Colonel: and with me being so Black, I didn't mix with
'army brats', as you put it".

"Well, twenty-whatever is not too late to start..."

"Twenty-three: no, I suppose it isn't. But I don't know where to
begin..."

"Supposing - just supposing - you were going to start here, tonight, with
me, I'd say we begin by taking a shower together: it's a nice relaxing
way to 'get to know each other better'. After that, we'd 'play it by ear'
- see what we feel like doing together, if anything. It's really that
simple".

Leon closed his eyes and sat silently for a while. There was turmoil
going on inside his head, I could see that. But I could also see that he
was developing a hard-on: guess he was trying to imagine the reality of
what I'd just said, and it was beginning to take effect. I played the
scene for full effect, then decided to "go for it".

I'd already patted his leg once, and noticed it was all hard muscle, the
lean, gristly kind I really like. So now I put my hand on his leg, and
very slowly groped my way up towards his rapidly expanding basket. His
jeans had become exceedingly tight in that area! I simply continued to
massage his box, and felt his cock throb inside his pants.

"Anybody else live here?" Leon asked, his voice a bit husky. "Nobody here
but us two", I replied. "but perhaps you'd be more comfortable if we
continued this upstairs? That's where the shower is".

"Yeah, man", Leon said, "let's go upstairs. I think I'd really like to do
what you said..."

He preceded me up the stairs, giving me a delicious view of his backside;
I was getting hornier by the minute, watching as the back of each
muscular thigh was revealed as the cloth of his jeans was pulled tight. I
had to pinch myself - I thought I might be dreaming! "Do you run a lot?"
I asked. "Did track in a coupla high schools, and run a mile every
morning", he replied: "How did you know?"

"You have the leg-development of a runner", said I. "I admire legs built
like yours".

In my bedroom, he stood, not knowing quite what to do. Then he kicked off
his shoes. I stood before him, holding myself back: "don't go too fast",
I said to myself. To Leon I said, "Now: if at any time I do something you
don't like, just say so and I will stop. I want you to have a nice time,
and go away from here feeling good about what happened".

"Don't worry", he replied. "You come across as a gentleman, and I feel,
well, GOOD about you being my first encounter". So saying, he unbuttoned
his loose shirt and tossed it aside; he wore a singlet underneath. His
arms, now exposed were sinewy, and smooth with a few veins to raise
gentle shadows on his glistening jet-black skin. I wanted to lick them
ALL over, but I restrained myself, and shed my own shirt and tee. Then I
gripped his singlet above the belt-line and assisted him out of it. I let
out a whistle of appreciation: his chest was specTACular! I wanted to
lick that all over, too! But he seemed hesitant about going any further,
so I unzipped my pants and dropped them unabashedly, revealing a
prominent hard-on which had been aching to be free for some while. Leon
stared at it with more interest than he would have admitted to himself.
After a few moments, I unbuckled his belt, gently lowered his zipper and
slowly pushed his pants over his hips. Against his ebony skin, his white
jockey shorts sparkled brilliantly, only partly concealing his own
erection. But for the moment, it was those "runner's thighs" I wanted to
see - and feel - and lick - and bite - and...

I knelt to help him step out of his jeans, and there before me were two
of the most perfectly formed legs I have ever seen! Polished cast iron in
color, and almost as hard, with muscle structure worthy of a text book.
He stood, awkward still, but I decided to "go for broke" and reached up
and pulled his dazzling shorts down to the floor. Then I stood up and
appraised my "find", as he unsuccessfully tried to cover his private
parts with his hands. There was not an ounce of adipose tissue on his
frame: he was ALL muscle, but natural muscle, not the over-done body
builder thing. But for close-cropped hair on his head, the shadow of a
mustache, wispy eye-brows, long lashes and a small, tightly curled bush,
he was absolutely glabrous. When he shifted his weight to step out of his
shorts, every active muscle was briefly outlined in variations of black
on black. A glance told me I was already beginning to "leak", and I
thought he might be doing the same, but he was still trying to cover
himself. I was speechless with admiration! "About that shower", Leon
said. "Right, ho!" I replied, and I grabbed his hand and pointed him in
the direction of the bathroom. He was fully erect now, and his pecker
preceded him, moving only slightly side to side as he walked. It was
gorgeous!

Now, it isn't easy to avoid some "body contact" when two people shower in
a conventional stall! And AVOIDING body contact was the farthest thing
from MY mind. But this was all very new to Leon, and it took a while for
him to get into the swing of things. I ran the water pretty hot, and
began to soap him from his neck down. The effect of the water and soap on
his polished skin was electrifying to me, and Leon gradually began to
relax. When I reached his perfectly flat belly, I dared go no further,
but turned him around and soaped his back. My hard-on just "happened" to
press against his neat buns a time or two, but he did not seem to mind. I
washed him, lower and lower, squatted down and soaped those marvelous
legs, then turned him around again and slowly worked my way up towards
his crotch with the slippery soap. His cock pointed directly at my mouth,
but I did not think he was yet "ready" for a blow-job. But I DID wash his
small and tightly knotted balls, and his cock, and was rewarded by
moaning sounds that told me Leon was enjoying the attention.

Suddenly, he grabbed my head and pulled me back to my feet: it was the
first time he had touch any part of me. He took the soap from my hand,
and proceeded to wash me as I had him; he repeated my every move, so at
one point MY cock was pointed directly at HIS mouth; but of course, he
just followed my example and washed my balls and cock. I had to put a
quick stop to that, though, for I was so turned on that only a stroke or
two would have sent me over the edge. And then it happened: he said, very
quietly, "Gawd, I never knew what I was missing...", and threw his arms
around me and pulled me close to him. His cock ground against my stomach,
and mine slipped between his thighs (I thought SURELY one of us would
"lose it", but we didn't). "I never knew ANYthing could make me feel the
way I do now", Leon said with a husky voice. "Don't you jack off?" I
asked. "Aw, yeah, but it never felt like THIS!" he replied emphatically.
"Well, it always HAS taken two to really 'do the tango'", I replied. His
response was another thrust towards me and a very satisfied sort of
"Maaaaaan, this is great..."

We must have stayed in the shower at least an hour. We soaped, rinsed,
soaped, rinsed, hugged, grabbed, slipped and slithered: I relished his
spectacular form, and he seemed satisfied with mine, such as it is. My
pale skin against his searing blackness excited me almost to a frenzy,
and it was with the greatest difficulty that I prevented myself from
shooting a load. He, too, stopped me a few times as I washed or stroked
his cock, so I knew he was "on the edge" - and wanted to stay that way!
But eventually, I "called time out": I had to pee. "So do I", he said, a
bit sheepishly. "No better time and place than right here", I said, "with
the water to whisk it away". But, with our raging hard-ons, neither of us
could do it! So I reached around and shut off the hot water: the sudden
drenching in cold had exactly the desired effect on both of us, and
within a few minutes we were able to let go against the tile and watch
our piss-streams commingle. By the time we pumped out our last spurts, we
were getting hard again, and I turned the hot water back on. But it was
at this point I noticed he was un-cut, and Leon noticed that I was. He
took my cock and examined it closely: "Never have really seen a cock this
close up before", he said. "May it be the first of many", I replied. Then
I shut off the water entirely, and handed him a big towel. He began to
use it on himself, but again took his cue from me as I toweled him
instead of myself. By the time we were dry, we were both hard again.

"I was right: you're a good teacher", he said as we went back to the
bedroom. "That was the most fantastic experience I've ever had". 

"There's more in store, if you want it". I replied. He looked puzzled for
a moment, then said, "Oh, ya wanta jack off together?"

"Not quite what I had in mind", I replied, "though that's one way to
finish what we've started".

Well, you're the teacher, so show me something else that's new".

I immediately sat down on the bed, drew him over, and buried his hard-on
in my mouth, held it there a few moments, then backed away and tongued
his glans. "Sweet mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed. "How's that for
'starters'?" I asked. He was speechless, he was just a little cold from
the shower, and he was trembling with excitement. I grabbed a robe and
helped him into it, then stretched him out on the bed. "Close your eyes,
try to relax, and just feel", I said: "and when the time comes to let it
go, let it go!"

I dimmed the lights, parted the snowy white robe, knelt between his legs
and went to work on that magnificent man. I finally got to lick those
gorgeous "runner's legs" - ALL over - and was rewarded by many a twitch
of black man-muscle; I licked his balls, took them in my mouth, and toyed
with his cock by hand. When he seemed close to cumming, I'd slow down and
work on some other part, like his tummy and chest. His nipples were as
erect as his penis, and he moaned with pleasure as I tongued and bit them
gently. I massaged his arms, then licked those too, right up into his
pits, where nary a trace of hair interfered with my busy tongue. I
frenched first one ear then the other as I slowly jerked his cock. I
lightly kissed his brows, and just ever so quickly brushed my lips past
his, then worked with his eyebrows again, for he seemed to respond very
positively to that: I'd found an erogenous zone he never knew he had!

Leon was trembling again, but not from cold: he was so wound up he could
not help himself. I worked my way back down rather quickly to his thighs,
massaging and licking them, then moved my hands up and toyed with his
nipples as I went down on his dick. His leg muscles were taught as tuned
strings - I knew he was going to blast off any moment. And when I spread
my hand wide and worked with both nipples, and worked my other hand into
the space beneath his balls, he could take no more! "Oh, Jesus, Oh, Gawd-
amighty!" he cried, and shot his wad deep in my waiting throat. Thrust
after thrust, wave after peristaltic wave, he emptied his precious juices
into me - I thought (and hoped) it would never end. He must not have
jacked off in weeks, I remember thinking, as I finally brought my hand
down from his chest and stripped him of his last few drops; his cum was
delicious, and I swallowed every drop! "Sweet Jesus, I NEVER came like
that before; NEVER!" he said, as he slowly began to relax.

"Hold on", I said, "there's a finale!" And with that I straddled his legs
with my engorged tool pointing straight at his face. Without even
thinking of what he was doing, I'm sure, he reached up and fondled my
balls with one hand, and gripped one thigh with the other, which was all
I needed (beyond a couple of strokes of my fist) to send my long-pent
seed surging out over the expanse on his stomach and chest, forming long
strings of pearls on that splendid "basic black". I had thought this
might "put him off", but there was no avoiding it, I was SO horny: but he
seemed to sense that what had been so good for him was also good for me,
and when at last I too, was spent, I closed the robe over him and lay
down beside him with my head on his chest. He let an arm fall idly over
my head, and his fingers toyed with my still-damp hair.

After some little while, Leon spoke: "I wish I'd called you much sooner",
he said. "So do I", I replied, "but never mind: you can come back for
more lessons ANY time you want. And by the way, can you stay overnight?
It's gotten pretty late."

But all I got for an answer was a sleepy "hmmmhmmm", so I pulled the
covers up over us, turned out the light, and snuggled up, visions of
black sugar-plum fairies dancing in my head.

(c) Bruce Bramson, 1994
                      ++++++++++++++++++++++

                              AIRBORNE (2/2)

Much to my delight, Leon returned fairly often. He gradually relaxed
enough to really enjoy our sessions, generally repeats of our first time
together, with a few variations. He always stayed overnight; holding his
hard, ebony body in my cozy bed was a real turn-on for me, since most of
my "doorbell trade" was the Gillette variety ("push-pull-click-click"),
where the recipient of my favors was out the door a few minutes after
losing a load of spunk. Leon, on the other hand, enjoyed the "afterglow"
of good, satisfying sex. Unlike me, he was rarely horny in the morning;
but he didn't mind when I would take my raging piss-hard in hand and
shoot another wad. It became my habit to lie with my head on his chest
and jack off by vigorously rubbing my cock against his shapely thigh. He
seemed to get a kick out of watching my cum spurt into his groin, where
he'd rub it in briefly before we hit the shower together.

Eventually, Leon indicated that he'd like to try some "rear-guard"
action. Now, I've always had a problem with this, being oriented almost
exclusively "frontwards". But, there was my friend, Robb...

Robb and I had met some years before at a porno-flick dive; ever since,
he'd drop in from time to time to get a blow-job when nothing else was
available. That wasn't very often, 'cause Robb was one good-looking hunky
guy! Born in Panama from a Hispanic father and a Chinese mother, Robb was
5' 8" of *beautiful* young man. Growing up in Panama's warm, exotic
climate, he'd experienced the sexual abandon of the tropics from a very
early age. His unusual combination of genes resulted in a lithe, muscular
body with curly black hair on his head, the faint suggestion of a
mustache, a small well-defined patch of pubic hair, and a few wisps under
his arms; elsewhere, he was as smooth as a baby's bum, and a sexy honey
color. His cock, several shades darker than the rest of him, was - well,
"majestic" is the best word I can find. Though uncut, he had no excess of
foreskin, so his erection always revealed a perfectly formed glans. This
was a pecker *made* for fucking: neither too short nor too long (oh, six
and a half inches I guess), nor too wide. It curved slightly upward, and
seemed designed perfectly for massaging prostate glands.

Robb had learnt to use this tool *very* effectively! A gentle soul by
nature, he was one to spend a lot of time in preparation and foreplay,
getting his partner really hot and bothered, so that when penetration
took place, it was a perfect culmination. At twenty, Robb could fuck as
long as anyone could receive, and the longer it went, the better he liked
it. He had a magical ability to hold off his orgasms; he never came until
begged to do so. But when he *did* come, his ejaculations seemed to go on
forever, and he shot some of the biggest loads I'd ever seen.

I'd found out all about Robb's abilities despite my general aversion to
getting screwed because he was such a *nice* guy, and so gorgeous to
behold. But I was no match for his stamina, and we'd become just "good
friends" (with the occasional cock-sucking session already mentioned to
liven up our association). So I was pretty sure Robb would be the perfect
guy to take Leon's cherry - far better than I, at any rate.

But, since I was - as far as I knew - the only male partner in Leon's
life, I felt broaching the topic of a three-way might be hazardous. I
wanted nothing to interfere with those wonderful long nights with his
beautiful body snuggled against mine. So, when Leon and I awoke one
Saturday with nothing on our schedules, and he pushed his buns against my
usual hard-on, I decided to take him first myself. A quick swipe of Astro
got me ready, and I began a slow invasion. I was amazed at how easily
things went; Leon was, in fact, half asleep and fully relaxed; it was his
decision to try this, so his mind was cooperating as well.

"This is just to give you a `taste' of what it's like," I said, slowly
working my wang into his nether region. "If you find you like the
feeling, I think I can arrange for a friend of mine who is an *expert* to
show you how it's properly done."

Leon pressed back against me alluringly. "It just feels - uh -`full', so
far," Leon said. "It doesn't hurt, anyway..."

"It should *never* hurt; patience and persistence are the keys," I
replied.

My right arm was under his neck; my left hand fondled his balls and
gently pulled him to me. My right hand fiddled with his muscular pecs as
we lay together spoon-fashion. Suddenly, Leon tensed up: "Holy cow!" he
exclaimed.

"Pain?" I asked.

"No, no; pleasure - uh - I think. You hit `something' there I never felt
before."

"Never had a doctor stick his finger in your butt?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it never felt like I feel now..."

My groin was tight against his hard cheeks; I buried my face in his back
and began to slowly hump this beautiful young man. Instinctively, he
matched my motions, meeting my pelvis with his rump. He drew his legs up
towards his chest, taking every inch of my tool with relative ease; I
followed with my own legs tight against his. When I gripped his dick, I
squeezed out some pre-cum, and rubbed it over the tip of his penis.

"Oh, jeeezus! That feels ... good!" Leon moaned.

He bent his torso away from me, taking the fetal position, and took my
wrist in a vice-like grip; I pushed in hard against him, tightened my
kegels as hard as I could, hoping to hit his p-spot. Apparently I
succeeded, for the dick in my hand throbbed mightily and Leon's load shot
out across the sheets, pearly white, with such force that some went over
the edge to the floor.

"Uuuungh; ohhh; Oh!" Leon cried out: "Chriiist - what a feeling!"

His grip on my wrist slowly relaxed, and the spurting black dick in my
hand dribbled gooey drops of jism. It was a grand orgasm, but I knew he
would be better off with Robb's throbber up his ass.

"I can't imagine an `expert' doing any better than that!" Leon exclaimed
as he came down from his high.

"Believe me, I'm no expert, and you'd *love* my friend: he knows all the
tricks." I was losing my hard, and slowly working myself out of Leon's
tender hole.

"Didja cum?"

"You *know* I didn't: I make a lotta noise..."

"Ya wanna?"

"I *gotta*!"

I rolled across him as he stretched out on his back, and landed in the
cold wet streaks on the sheet; I took my usual position.

"Hang on a sec," Leon said; he rose up, knelt between my legs and pulled
them up over his. "I want this to be good for you," he said. He began to
fondle the insides of my thighs, something he knew I liked.

His touch was electrifying, and the added visual stimulus of his handsome
chest and face was no hindrance! He massaged my legs, stroked my thighs
and tickled my balls, all in a way calculated to get me really hot. My
left hand gripped his shoulder; feeling the muscles working there was
pleasant, and my right hand worked on my oozing erection.

All of a sudden Leon stopped: his eyes opened, startled. "Oh, shit!" he
exclaimed.

"What's the matter?"

"I - I, uh, think I hadda accident..." He peered behind himself: "Oh my
god; Oh, dammit, I'm *so* sorry; I don't know what happened..."

I burst out laughing when I realized he'd lost control and beshit the
bed.

"Hey, man, it's *not* a problem! It's a common reaction to what we just
did. I may have used too much lube. The washing-machine will make short
work of it. Along with the sheets you just shot all over!"

Leon was off the bed now, acutely embarrassed. "Go finish the job, I'll
take care of things here." He scampered off to the toilet.

I got up; sure enough, there was a small, firm turd in a fold of the
blanket. I bundled the bedclothes, leaving only the sheet with its *big*
cumstain in place. Leon returned, still uncomfortable.

"Ya know, your shit doesn't stink!" I said, trying to make light of the
incident. (He laughed). "And, you don't want to hear about the 17-year
old kid I had once who *really* had the shits!"

"No, I don't think I do."

"Nothing to worry about, Leon: it won't happen every time. In fact, now
that you know it's a possibility, it probably won't ever happen again. I
hope you won't put aside the idea of getting *really* fucked just because
of this?"

"No, I guess I won't: your cock in my backside was a pretty fantastic
feeling, one I'd like to repeat, maybe in a week or two..."

"I'll set something up with Robb: I *know* you'll like him, and he'll
like you, too."

Seated side by side on the bed, we were now both soft. "You still wanna
cum?" Leon asked me.

"Still gotta!" I replied.

I stood up and faced him: I knew it would not take me long. I straddled
his legs, which he pressed outward against mine: he gripped my thighs
again, and kneaded them as I quickly worked up another erection. Sure
enough, the magic touch on my legs sent me over the edge in minutes, and
I shot my wad all over his gleaming chest. Long streaks of white cum on a
black dude's chest is a wonderful sight!

We hit the shower together, as usual...

                                 *******

Robb howled with laughter when I told him about Leon's "accident" over
the phone.

"Man, you'd scare the shit outa anyone!" he jibed.

"Thanks a *lot*!" I said sarcastically. After a remark like that, I may
decide not to set you up with him."

"Just kidding! You *know* I'd love to poke this guy; he sounds really
hot."

"Well, I'm not into three-ways ya know, but this is one situation I think
I could really enjoy. He *is* a gorgeous number - very sweet, really -
and *so* inexperienced!" I knew Robb *loved* cute guys who weren't jaded
by years of screwing around.

"I can hardly wait!" Robb gushed.

"Save one of your juicy big loads for next Saturday: be here at eight."

"With bells on..."

                                 *******

Saturday had been unusually warm. Robb arrived wearing cut-offs that
showed off his gorgeous legs to great advantage and a tee-shirt that
hugged his skin. I knew he'd be out of that quick enough. Leon arrived
wearing shorts too, his runner's legs threatening to burst the leg-bands.
A "leg man" myself, seeing these two handsome guys got my nads in a stir
at once. Some frosty beer helped us all relax.

Robb's interest in Leon was evident at once; I recognized the glow of
lust in his eyes. Whatever interest Leon might have had in Robb was
better hidden. We sat in the lounge making small talk for a while; sure
enough, Robb shed his tee within half an hour: I thought I detected a
glimmer of interest on Leon's part when Robb's lovely chest came into
view. But when Robb put his hands behind his head, revealing the few
silky hairs in his pits, I noticed Leon "adjusting" himself. He had good
taste in men: Robb's understated muscularity, stopping just shy of
femininity, was enough to turn *any*one on! Leon's interest was not lost
on Robb, who thrived on attention. Soon he was tugging at the edges of
his cut-offs, spreading his legs to give us tantalizing glimpses of what
they mostly concealed.

Initiating the adventure now became the problem. I decided to leave Leon
in Robb's skilled hands, so I busied myself in the kitchen for a while,
glancing often into the lounge, where Robb had gotten Leon to sit beside
him on the sofa. Pretty soon, they were busy groping each other's baskets
and pawing at each other heatedly. I gave up all pretense of other
interests when I saw that Leon was aggressively attacking Robb's cut-
offs: he'd never been that aggressive with *me* (I thought to myself):
but I had to admit that Robb was the sort of guy who would demonize
almost anyone!

Leon fumbled with the clasp of Robb's shorts, but eventually slid the
zipper down; Robb wore a jock-strap beneath them. I'd forgotten his
preference for jocks, and it seemed an unusual piece of apparel for such
a warm day. But when I saw Leon bend down, put his face in Robb's crotch
and inhale deeply, I realized that Robb had certainly planned this
seduction with care: he knew Leon was a runner, and hoped he'd be
intrigued by some good sweaty man-scent. And, boy! Did he have Leon
pegged! Leon's feverish response to the pheromones he found was to pull
Robb up off the sofa, grip him in a tight bear-hug, and grind his pelvis
against the open cut-offs on his new friend. It was an intensely erotic
sight, these two dudes starting up the sexual ladder, and my own crotch
reacted appropriately. I quickly shed my pants and shirt at the kitchen
door and joined them; arms around both, I propelled them toward the
stairs.

Though Leon and I usually began our play in the shower, and even though
it was still warm, there was really no practical way three of us could
shower together; besides, having seen the effect of Robb's healthy aroma
on Leon, I thought it better to get right into the thick of it. Robb was
already down to shoes and socks; when he bent over to untie his laces, he
exposed his perfect pink bung nestled between his buns. An appreciative
glance from Leon got me wondering who was going to fuck whom! I seized
the opportunity, dropped to my knees and planted a wet kiss on Robb's
puckered hole. I ate that lovely area while he shifted his weight back
and forth to free his shoes, after which he grasped his ankles and pushed
his butt into my face. Leon removed his shirt, but found Robb's open
armpits too inviting to ignore: he sank down on the floor and buried his
face among the few strands of hair and drank in the manly scent; his
tongue lapped eagerly at that patch of skin of Robb's upper arm - that
patch where skin is smoother than almost any other part of a man's bod. I
put my hand in Leon's crotch, where I found a hardness that threatened to
burst the fabric of his shorts.

When Robb could stand the blood running to his head no longer, he
straightened up: his glorious dick was fully erect, that perfect curve
equally inviting to throat or butt. I spun him round and buried him in my
throat as he beckoned Leon to stand beside him. He quickly unfastened
Leon's shorts and pushed them down over Leon's prominent pole, which he
took in his hand, while he groped Leon's backside, tickling his anus. I
reached over and drew Leon's hard-on towards my mouth, and for the first
time felt the odd sensation of having *two* dicks there at the same time.
Leon and Robb furiously kissed each other, holding each others' heads in
their hands. *My* hands were busy running up and down two handsome legs,
one the color of polished iron, the other of copper. It was heavenly!

My jaw soon tired, and I began licking all that smooth flesh, first one
then the other. I maneuvered Leon's skimpy shorts down and off, slipping
off his sandals at the same time. We were all now buck-nekkid, except for
socks. Leon and Robb were rapidly moving into a world of their own, so I
drew up a chair intending to watch these two dudes get it on.

Much to my surprise, as soon as they hit the bed, Robb, after a
perfunctory suck on Leon's dick, squatted down and plugged himself with
that dead-straight ebony pole. It disappeared and reappeared as Robb's
powerful legs moved him up and down. I'd known Robb as a consummate
fuckER, but had never realized he enjoyed being the fuckEE! It was not
long before Leon's moans of ecstasy suggested an impending explosion. But
Robb was too shrewd to let that happen before he'd gotten what he was
really after - a good screw of Leon's willing butt - so he stopped in
time to prevent Leon's eruption. With Leon still on the edge, Robb threw
Leon's legs over his own shoulders, spread his copious pre-cum over the
head of his dick, took aim and plunged into Leon's bung. I expected a
howl from Leon, but to my surprise he only groaned, "Go, man!"

I'd watched plenty of man-to-man fuck-flicks, but watching two guys
actually screwing was really getting me hot. It was exciting as all heck
to watch Robb's glistening pole thrust in and out, and the symphony of
muscles that propelled it. With every forward thrust, Robb's glutes
contracted, leaving dainty dimples on the sides of his cheeks; the
muscles along the back of his thighs also exercised alternately. The
boys' position, and Robb's curvature, made it look as though the top of
Robb's glans must have been scraping past Leon's prostate with every
thrust; the effect of this was evident as Leon's slick pole straightened
up each time Robb hit bottom, and fell back to about a forty-five degree
angle each time he withdrew.

Despite Robb's reputation for longevity, it was clear from his quickening
pace that he was going to come, whether Leon wanted him to or not. It was
pretty clear that I was going to pop as well, as I stroked my inflamed
prick and fondled my balls. Sure enough, Robb wrapped his arms around
Leon's thighs, pulling him up and onto himself, and with a last mighty
lunge, began to shoot. Leon threw his arms around Robb's neck and
pulled himself up towards Robb's face; with a loud groan he shot the
first spurt of thick, ropey cum, which landed on his chin, followed by a
rapid-fire succession of white bullets which splashed all over his chest
and stomach. I jumped out of my chair and licked up that man-juice within
seconds! As the two lovers parted, I discretely pushed a towel under
Leon's ass - "just in case".

"Guys, that was a *hot, hot* performance," I exclaimed.

"Didja get off, too?" Robb asked.

"No, but it won't take much..."

Robb grabbed my dick and pulled me up on the bed. "Stand!" he ordered.

I stood, and Leon and Robb wrapped their arms around each of my legs, and
began licking inside my thighs and under my balls. This was *all* I
needed: with a few quick strokes, I popped my cork, spraying a messy
effusion of pent-up juice all over the tops of their heads and down their
backs.

But all good things come to an end. Robb took a shower and departed soon
after, leaving Leon and me to clean up together with a long hot shower.
Then we hopped into bed, to enjoy that deep sleep induced by sexual
satisfaction. I drifted off anticipating the next morning, when I hoped
to use Robb's cum, still in Leon's ass, to lubricate another entry.

(c) Bruce Bramson, 1995