From: an106131@anon.penet.fi (Black Velvet)
Reply-To: an106131@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sun, 27 Nov 1994 17:56:39 UTC
Subject: Horny Guy Tails [m/m] #21

"Horny Guy Tails, #21"

Fantasy of the Month: I always had the hots for one of the
personal trainers on the men's athletic team at my former
high school...nice well-built chest, nice butt...who CARES 
about cock-size?  Well, uhmmm==>read on, and find out
just who cares!

*Any takers for this fantasy, tho...one coach, or two?*
*Send email...especially if you've ever *done*       *
*the coach at your high school, before!               *
*I just might be in for an unexpected trip by air!*


"Good morning, Mr. Bond." Laurie Heckert. Blond hair.
Big tits. Bimbo. You could hear her giggling all the way
down the hall to her homeroom. Mr. Bond acknowledged
her but didn't watch as she minced away, ass swinging back
and forth like a fucking pendulum.

"Hey, Mr. Bond." Bond nodded. He made no other moves,
but I could tell he was watching as Dave Taggert
swaggered on his way to his locker. Dave wasn't so bad -
for a jock. He always had a stupid expression on his face -
like maybe he'd just gotten hit in the head by a stray
football - but he had a nice ass and pretty impressive
biceps. Still, I figured Mr. Bond had better taste than that.
 Of course he had better taste than that. Mr. Bond - Phillip
Bond, to be precise about it - was a dude. Actually, he was
more than that. He was a fox. He was a hard-on. A wet
dream. He was the man who ran my fantasy life, in any
case. At the age of 18, maybe I couldn't claim to be an
expert, but I knew what I liked, and he was definitely
righteous. Totally cool.

He was a teacher, but I didn't hold that against him. He
actually managed to make math interesting, although
maybe I just concentrated harder in his class than in others.
This was his first assignment out of college, but it wasn't
like he was some rank beginner. Not Mr. Bond. He was in
charge, in control, in touch. He knew his stuff and could
talk it so you didn't think he was speaking a foreign
language or something.

I wasn't attracted to him because he could do fractions, of
course. The draw was more basic than that. He was about 6
foot 2, weighed 180, and had dark brown hair, brown eyes,
and a face like a model in a high-class magazine. He wore
steel-rimmed glasses, but on him they looked way cool. No
way anybody'd call him "four eyes."

Now, to tell the truth, I couldn't tell you what he looked
like naked because I'd never seen him that way. The bod
was hidden under a layer of baggy clothes, but he carried
himself like a man who had lots of self-confidence. There
was no hiding the tight, rounded butt under the slacks
either. Believe me, I watched. Mr. Bond had big, square
hands with long, thick fingers. There were short bristly
hairs growing across the sinewy backs and on the knuckles.
Like total outrage.

"Hey, Eric."

I looked up. It was my friend Tony. How a guy named
Antonio Boniface Ventura could end up looking like Tony
was beyond me. He was a genuine Italian - his old man ran
a pizza joint, for chrissakes - but he looked like some
blond, rosy-cheeked cherub. Well, he actually looked like
some cherub who'd had a bicycle pump stuck up his butt
and got pumped full of air. Only it wasn't air, it was all
muscle. Big bulging muscle in all the right places, with
perfect, hairless skin stretched over it. Tony could've been
a wet dream too, only I don't go for guys my own age. I like
them older - older like Mr. Phillip Bond.

"Hey, Tony," I said, "How's it going?"

"Not so good. I didn't get my math assignment done."

"Jesus, Tony. How do you expect to graduate, man?" I
grabbed him by the neck and squeezed playfully.

He batted his baby blues at me sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Eric.
I got busy."

"Yeah, I know. Busy down in the basement with those
weights. You oughta give it a rest. You're gonna bust right
out of your skin."

"Got my arms pumped to 20 inches last night," Tony
bragged, making a muscle.

I squeezed the knot, just like I always did. Hell, you gotta
keep a guy's spirits up. "Fucking marshmallow, Tony," I
teased. His face fell. "Jesus, man, I was only kidding.
You're a stone wall." His beautiful smile returned. "I'll help
you with the math at lunch."

"You're a pal, Eric." Tony draped an arm over my shoulder,
and we headed off to our homeroom.

"Good morning, gentlemen. You'd better put some power
behind it, or you'll be late." Mr. Bond's face was stern, but I
could've sworn I saw a twinkle in his eye. Everyone who
looked at Tony got a twinkle, so it wasn't such a big
surprise.

"Thanks, Mr. Bond," I said, feeling my heart beat just a
little faster. When we walked past I got a little whiff of
him. It wasn't cologne or anything. Just him. You know. I
copped a glance when we slipped into homeroom just
under the bell. Mr. Bond was still standing there, looking
our way. Probably staring at Tony's ass. Figured.

The alarm went off at 6:30. I rolled over in bed, slapped the
clock silly, and stuck my head back under the pillow. Then
I remembered and jumped out of bed like I'd been goosed.
It was Saturday, and I had a date. Well, actually it wasn't a
date, and Tony was going along with me, but I was excited
as hell. I had overheard Mr. Bond telling one of the other
teachers that he was going to be building a fence today, so I
had volunteered Tony and myself to help. Mr. Bond had
seemed a little startled at first, but when he figured I was
serious, he had agreed to the scheme. Tony didn't know a
hammer from a nail, but I'd taken shop class. Besides, I had
other plans for Tony. 

I had it all figured out. I was pretty sure Mr. Bond was into
guys. It was just this gut feeling, but I was willing to go
with it and see what happened. I was hoping he'd get all
revved up and maybe jump Tony's bones and I could sort of
watch. When you laid it out like that, it sounded kind of
like a sicko thing to do, but, hey, I was desperate. I really
had this thing about seeing Mr. Bond naked and watching
him have sex. I hadn't quite figured out how I was gonna
make it all happen, but I wasn't about to turn back now.

I went to the can and took a piss, then went back to my
bedroom to get ready for the day. I stopped in front of the
big mirror on my closet door and checked myself out. 

I sure as hell didn't look like anybody's idea of an angel.
When I was a kid, I was really homely - big nose, floppy
ears, huge eyes, and a jutting chin. Now that I was grown, I
was no beauty, but at least I'd grown into my features,
although my ears still stuck out a little bit. I kept my black
hair cropped really short, and when I didn't shave - like this
morning - I had a dark shadow that made me look a little
sinister. My thick black eyebrows, arched up to little points
near the center, added to the impression. Some people said
it made me look intense, others told me I looked like the
devil himself. At least people didn't mistake me for
somebody else when they saw me in the halls at school.

I struck a pose and checked my physique. As a kid I'd been
called wiry. To me that translated as skinny, and I'd hated
it. Since becoming a freshman, I'd been working out -
handing around Tony helped with that - and although I
wasn't bulky, at least I wasn't skinny anymore. My torso
was still lean, but I had managed to pump up my pecs full
and tight, and my arms were filling out to the point that
when I flexed, people noticed. Since I'd never had any fat
on my body, the washboard gut had been easy for me,
much to Tony's disgust. The legs had been a tougher
challenge, but I had finally put a little bulk on my thighs
and knots of muscle in my calves. No more bird legs, thank
you very much.

"Hey there, pervert!"

"Jesus!" I yelped, jumping about a foot off the floor.

"Give me a fucking heart attack, why don't you?" Tony had
climbed up the trellis at the end of the porch and was
peering through the window of my bedroom. "I was just
getting dressed."

"Liar," Tony said, shaking his head and climbing over the
sill. "Christ, Eric, I don't know how you keep from passing
out."

I looked down. My dick was levitating, jutting out parallel
to the floor. Must've been all that flexing and posing I'd just
been doing.

"Can't help it," I said, making no effort to hide my boner
from Tony. He'd seen it before.

"Gonna let me touch it?"

"You gotta ask?" Tony loved to play with my dick. How
can a guy say no to a buddy?

"Too much," Tony muttered, wriggling out of his tight
shorts and the skimpy tank top that wasn't doing much to
hide his eye-popping muscles. "Door locked?"

"They never get up before 9 on Saturday," I assured him,
clapping my hands on his thick shoulders as he knelt in
front of me. "It's all yours, buddy." I fisted my meat and
smacked it against the solid wall of his chest.

"So fucking big," Tony muttered, his baby blues clouding
with lust. He pressed it in the valley between his pecs and
stroked it with both hands. It is pretty impressive, if I do
say so myself. It's the one part of my anatomy where I
didn't have to fight for bulk. Eleven inches long, and as
thick as my wrist, my dick sometimes scares even me.
Tony didn't look too scared right now, however; he was
stroking the broad back, following the big veins from my
bush out to my come hole. When he peeled the skin back
and rubbed my knob against the hard points of his pink tits,
I groaned happily.

"Want me to suck it?" Tony asked, looking up as he licked
his full, pouty lips.

"Uh...I don't think so, dude," I replied, shaking my head.
"Last time it took me two weeks to heal up. You got too
many teeth."

"It's like trying to jam a log into your mouth," Tony said
defensively.

"I could stick it somewhere else," I chuckled, leering down
at him.

"Not in this lifetime," Tony said, squeezing my cock hard.
"You'd split me wide open, man. Nobody could sit on that
post and live to tell about it."

"Wanna do the usual then?"

Tony nodded and leaned back, bracing his hands on the
floor behind him. I straddled him, bent my knees, and
began pumping his glorious torso.

"Your balls, man. Your balls."

I hunkered down a little more, and my fat balls dragged
along the silky wall of his belly. Tony groaned in ecstasy.
My cock pumped back and forth in the valley between his
big pecs, and I groaned in ecstasy, myself.

"Eric, what the hell is this? Eric!"

I was about five minutes into it, my mind floating off on a
big cloud of testosterone. I opened my eyes and grinned
down at Tony. He'd been rubbing my legs and belly,
ruffling the hairs up against the grain, making them stand
on end. His fingers were currently tangled in the silky moss
on my chest. He thumped my left tit, and I blushed.

"Oh, that," I said. "I did it last week." I'd had my nipple
pierced on a whim - two tiny gold studs screwed on to a
little pin that went right through the fleshy point of my tit.
Tony twisted it a little, and my cock rose up high, the know
bulging.

"Cool, man. Like you really needed to do something to
draw attention to your tits."

My nipples were bigger than quarters and dark brown, the
points jutting out a good half inch from the rise of my pecs.
They were sensitive as hell, and the little stud made it
worse. Tony tweaked my tit again, and I damn near came
on the spot. 

"Come on, man. We gotta get a move on."

I hunkered back down and thrust my hips forward, banging
my rod against Tony's chin. He leaned up into me and
wrapped one arm around my waist, the other slipping down
to his groin. He jerked his dick a few times, and I felt a hot
shot on the back of my calf. His whole body twitched under
me, sending all the right sensations through my horny
frame.

"Tell me," he begged, both hands on my thighs, eyes glued
to the end of my dick. "Tell me in time."

"Now!" I grunted, my balls drawing up tight between my
legs. Tony loved to eat my spunk, and he got pissed if he
missed any, so I tried to warn him a couple of strokes
before the payoff. He clenched my cock in a grip of iron,
the hot pucker of his mouth pressed against the spout. Tony
started trembling and moaning, making more noise than I
was. I slid along the slippery trail one last time, then
clasped my hands behind Tony's head and let her rip. I felt
the jism boiling up along the fat tube running under my
dick, the tingling in my stalk becoming unbearable, and I
popped a thick gusher into my buddy's waiting mouth.

Tony gulped greedily, his throat muscles working as he
chowed down on the hot, sticky contents of my big balls.
When the pumping stopped he started milking the stalk,
smacking his lips, digging around with his tongue in the slit
to scoop out the last traces of my load. "I'm dry already," I
gasped, pushing his head back and trying to disengage my
tool from his big fists. "You're gonna pull it out by the roots
one of these days."

"Seems well-anchored to me," Tony chuckled, standing up
and stretching mightily. "I love those protein supplements!"
He licked his lips and flopped down on my bed.

"Hey, get a move on," I said, wiping the back of my leg
with a crusty towel from under the bed. "We've got a fence
to build."


"Horny Guy Tails, #22"

""Man, I just can't deal with this!" I whined. We
were standing on Mr. Bond's front porch, having
just rung the bell, and were waiting for him to
answer.

"Looks terrific," Tony assured me, a wicked twinkle
in his eyes. Well, it had seemed like a good idea at
the time, but then I'd just shot about a quart of jizz
down my good buddy's throat. He'd rummaged
around in my chest of drawers and pulled out this
pair of gray workout shorts that laced up the front
like a football uniform. Only there wasn't any room
for padding. Hell, there wasn't even enough room
for me. I tugged at the pouch in the crotch, but it
didn't help. I tried pulling down on the black tank
top Tony had talked me into, but it missed meeting
up with the waistband of the shorts by a good three
inches.

"I look like I've been shoplifting at a fruit stand."

Tony had said no jock, and I could clearly see the
outline of my cock and balls straining against the
flimsy fabric. "This is-" I shut up when the door
swung open.

"Come on in, guys," Mr. Bond said, motioning us
inside. He glanced at me briefly, then turned to
Tony - naturally. Tony started in babbling about
something, and I followed them through the house
and out to the backyard.

Mr. Bond was wearing shorts - there is a God - and
a baggy old T-shirt. His butt, high and round and
tight, flexed against the worn fabric as he walked.
He also had these totally gorgeous runner's legs -
long, with dense, pale brown fuzz. I felt my
temperature start to rise.

Mr. Bond offered us orange juice and rolls, then we
got down to work. He had everything all figured
out, so it was just a matter of hauling lumber and
nailing up boards. By lunchtime we were half done,
and by 6 that evening we had finished building and
cleaned up the mess.

Mr. Bond was so pleased with our work that he
fired up the barbecue grill and insisted that we stay
for dinner.

Things were not going so well as far as my little
scheme was concerned. For one thing, I wasn't sure
how to bring it off - I couldn't just lock the two of
them in the basement or the garage and watch
through the window till something happened. Tony
wasn't being much help, either. Oh, he was looking
hot, his muscles twitching and bulging as he hauled
posts and fence boards around, but Mr. Bond wasn't
exactly picking up on him. Not so as I could tell,
anyway. Everytime I'd go to pick up a load of
boards, they'd be talking when I came back around
the corner, but I never got the feeling they were
plotting to sneak off and screw each other.

I, on the other hand, was about ready to hump a
gopher hole. After lunch Mr. Bond took off his
shirt, and I about lost it. Funny, he wasn't real built
or even all that defined - he was just perfect. He had
a nice chest, smooth and sleek and tanned, and a
flat belly - no fat, no deep-cut abdominal ridges, no
hair. His forearms were furry like his legs, but there
wasn't anything to impede the view of his lean
torso. As he worked, sweat trickled down the
hollow of his spine, and it was all I could do not to
run over and lick it off.

"Oh, hell! I gotta go. My old man'll kill me." Tony
had just stuffed the last bite of steak in his mouth
when he suddenly jumped up and made his
announcement. Tony lives in constant fear of his
old man - who is about 5 foot 7 and weighs maybe
95 pounds. Go figure.

"What? What is this?" My plans were not only
fading, they were running away.

"I...I told my dad I'd help out at the restaurant
tonight. I forgot all about it." Tony sucked up his
soda, shook hands with Mr. Bond, and ran off into
the warm summer evening. My plans had run
around on Tony and his old man's goddamn pizza
parlor. Life's a bitch.

"Well," I said reluctantly, "guess I'd better be
going."

"No hurry, Eric," Mr. Bond replied. "Besides, I hate
to do dishes alone." I took some more salad and
listened to Mr. Bond talk about his plans for a deck.
When I was finished we cleared the table and
carried the dishes inside. I made it a point to walk a
couple of paces behind him, my eyes glued to his
butt. His shorts had sort of bunched up into his
crack while he was sitting, and the globes of his ass
looked like full, ripe melons. Oh, man!

"Shit!" Mr. Bond had flipped on the light above the
sink. It flickered and popped. "Damn cheap bulbs,"
he groused. He rummaged in a closet and found a
bulb, then turned to me. "I'll need your help, Eric.
This fixture is about to fall apart. I'll hold it here on
the sides and you can pop out the glass and replace
the bulb."

"Got it," I said. He leaned against the sink and
reached up. When his long fingers pressed against
the rim of the fixture, I could see that the whole
thing moved around in the ceiling. I grabbed the
bulb off the counter and quickly noticed that there
was only one way to get to the socket. I was going
to have to lean up against Mr. Bond and reach over
him. I bit my lip and stepped forward.

By the time I was able to unlatch the hinged square
of glass in the fixture, the lump in my crotch was
firmly wedged between Mr. Bond's succulent
cheeks. My body was pressed against his back, and
my chin was up against his shoulder. I reached for
the light, straining upward.

"Jesus!" I moaned, popping the clip on the fixture.

"Hot?" Mr. Bond asked.

"I'm fine," I muttered.

Either I was going totally nuts or Mr. Bond's ass
cheeks were beginning to flex, squeezing
tantalizingly at the knot in my shorts. I began
unscrewing the burned-out bulb, and the flexing got
more intense. Needless to say, my prick started to
respond, lengthening and thickening as the blood
pumped down into it. The head of it slipped out of
the pouch and began to push down along the inside
of my left thigh. I tried to think of something that
wasn't sexy, but with sex standing right in front of
me, it was impossible. My shaft cleared the leg hole
of the shorts and thrust down along my thigh. My
hairs tickled the underside of the thick tube, and
other hairs tickled the broad back of the shaft.

"Ah!" Mr. Bond made this soft, little sound. I had a
feeling all of a sudden that he wasn't groaning about
the fact that I'd just screwed in the new lightbulb. I
popped the glass back up, taking my time about
making sure the clip was properly in place. I didn't
want to move - and I was afraid of what might
happen when I did. I finally dropped my arm to my
sides, knowing that no amount of time was going to
relieve the pressure on my cock.

Mr. Bond lowered his arms as well, but he made no
other move. Neither did I. My cock remained
trapped between our two thighs, getting harder by
the second. I felt the muscles in his leg flex,
pressing hard against my dick. My mouth was dry,
and I thought my heart was going to explode. I
happened to glance up and see Mr. Bond's
reflection in the darkened window above the sink.
His eyes were shut, and he was biting his lower lip.
There was a small muscle pulsing in his jaw, and a
vein stood out on his temple, fluttering rapidly.
Hell, he was as bad off as I was!

And he was waiting for me to make the first move.
Of course. I was the student, and he was the
teacher. Even though I was legal, he was afraid to
put the moves on me for fear of getting in trouble.
He hadn't pushed me away, and he hadn't spun
around and popped me one. Could the guy actually
want me? Me instead of Tony? Incredible.
In_fucking_credible!

I don't know how, but I finally got up the nerve to
slip my arms around him. Man, he felt good! He
was warm, his skin smooth and soft against my
palms. I rubbed one hand up his chest, the other
down his belly. The one going down bumped into
something soft and sticky. I explored, touching the
arrow-shaped tip of his stiffer, which was jutting up
over the waistband of his shorts. He let out a soft
moan, almost like a sob.

"Hey, dude," I murmured, tracing the ridge of his
dick down lower, pressing the fabric tight against it,
"it's cool. Way cool."

I kissed his neck. His right hand slipped back and
touched my thigh. I moved my leg, and his fingers
wrapped tightly around the stalk of my hard-on. As
he worked his way down to the hooded knob on the
end, his moans got louder. When he slipped a
fingertip into my foreskin, my moans got pretty
loud, too.

I couldn't believe that Mr. Bond - Mr. Cool, man of
my fantasies - was touching my dick. If I couldn't
believe that, what he did next really put my senses
to the test. He wriggled around in my grasp, knelt
down, and started kissing the shaft of my dick. His
lips were real soft, putting the pressure on all the
right places. I damn near collapsed when he hooked
his lips over the end of my piece and I felt his
tongue for the first time. He burrowed into my skin
and zeroed in on my pisshole, a gesture that curled
my toes back toward my heels.

All the while he was tugging at one of the legs of
my shorts, pulling it up till my balls spilled out and
sagged heavily against my thigh. My cock cranked
up, and Mr. Bond came right along with it, keeping
the knob firmly gripped with his hot lips. He fisted
it and pulled forward, shucking the skin out over
the tip till it hung down in loose folds. He looked
up at me, licked his lips, winked, then got the skin
between his teeth and started shaking his head back
and forth, like a puppy does when you try to take its
chew toy away.

While I was still taking that in, he all of a sudden
took a deep breath and started going down on me. I
watched in amazement as his head came closer and
closer and he swallowed my whole dick right up the
bush. When his forehead was against my belly, and
he started licking my balls, I knew the definition of
bliss. I knew Mr. Bond had teeth, but they weren't
raking my meat. All I felt was heat and pressure and
the rhythmic flexing of the muscles in his throat.

When he finally came up for air, he gasped, "You
are one _big_ dude!" Then he tongued my knob for
awhile, licking every surface till it gleamed, and
swallowed me again. He kept it up, his head
bobbing back and forth, his hands exploring my
body, setting my nerves on fire.

I was thinking life couldn't get any better, and then
Mr. Bond said the magic words: "Fuck me!" His
voice was hoarse, authoritative. I nodded, too
stunned by the prospect to speak, and Mr. Bond
clambered to his feet. He grabbed my dick and led
me into the bedroom, stripping out of his shorts on
the way. I watched his pale, bare, hairless ass flex
as we walked down the long hallway. Once we were
in the room, he got naked, and so did I. I stood at
the foot of the bed looking at him, my cock waving
uncontrollably in the air in front of me, spitting
clear goo.

I'd never fucked a buy before - or a girl, for that
matter. I wanted to, but I wasn't quite sure how to
go about it. I sure as hell wanted to do it right. I
guess Mr. Bond knew what was up because he
came over to me and started rubbing up against me
like a cat in heat.

"How do you want me?" he asked softly. "Back or
belly?"

"Uh...back," I spluttered, hoping I'd made the right
choice. I figured that way I could see his face and
play with his cock. It must have been OK with him
because he kissed me and fell back onto the bed
with me on top of him.

I was humping his belly and getting off on kissing
him when he pushed me back. I sat up between his
thighs, and he hooked his hands behind his knees
and pulled his legs up and apart. I stared down at
his ass in fascination. His asshole looked like this
pouty little mouth, full pink lips all puckered up
tight.

"You want it?" he teased, his asshole fluttering. I
didn't say anything, but my dick rose up and slapped
me in the gut. Mr. Bond chuckled, and his hole
fluttered again. I fisted my prick and leaned
forward. The first contact was damn near enough to
do me in. I could feel his heat shooting up along the
shaft of my dick, lighting a fire in my gut. He took a
deep breath and looked at me intently. 

"Now!" he growled, baring his teeth. I pushed, the
tight little pucker gave way, and I was in the hottest,
tightest, smoothest place I'd ever been. Mr. Bond's
eyelids fluttered, and little beads of sweat appeared
on his forehead, but since he didn't tell me to stop, I
just kept burrowing till my bush was mashed tight
in his crack.

Putting my dick up inside a man's body was the
hottest thing I'd ever done. My hips were against his
smooth ass, his bare feet were pressed against my
chest, and I could feel every move he made, even
his breathing. I pressed my hands against his belly,
but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward.
His legs hooked over my shoulders and he started
kissing me. My hips snapped into action, and I
started to fuck.

Man, it was intense! There was the constant
pressure of his body, but there was nothing to stop
me from pulling my dick out, then shoving it back
in as far as it could go. Mr. Bond was loving it, his
stiffer poking my belly, his tongue damn near
plugging my throat. He was pulling the hairs on my
chest, making my balls tingle like all that hair had
roots that grew down into them. Then he found the
stud in my nipple. He tweaked the bulging point of
nerves, and I slammed into him so hard, my balls
smacked against his ass.

"Yeah," he growled, his voice a low animal rumble.
I slowly withdrew,, made him wait a second, then
barreled back into him. He made this little gurgling
sound and twisted my tit again.

I quickly got the feeling that I'd found the rhythm of
the fuck. I battered him again and again, trying to
remember to go slow, waiting to spear him till he
whimpered for it. That lasted about five minutes,
and then I sort of lost control. I rolled him further
back onto his shoulders, braced my hands, and dug
in with my toes. Then I started working the fuck my
way - frantic, hard, and fast. The pressure built, and
the sensations rushing through me got to be just too
much to bear.

Then all my attention focused on the end of my
dick. The tingling started, getting stronger and more
insistent. I finally stopped humping and stayed real
still, letting the feeling build, grow, and spread until
I totally lost control. I howled out loud and began
bouncing, shooting jism right up Mr. Bond's hot and
steamy ass.

I wedged my h and between our bellies and latched
onto his piece. It flexed strongly against my palm,
and then I felt the hot flow pouring over my
knuckles. I hadn't even jacked him; I just touched
him once, and he came. That was power. I humped
him a few more times, then collapsed on top of him
like I'd had a heart attack or something.

"Hot fuck, you sexy devil!" Mr. Bond had
whispered those words in my ear. I raised my head
and looked at him in amazement.

"I don't fucking believe this," I panted, talking to the
mattress more than to him.

"What don't you believe, Eric? That I could think
you're the sexiest thing on two legs? That feeling
your big cock pumping away up my ass damn near
blew my brains out? That I'm still so horny, my
balls hurt? What don't you believe?"

"I...just figured you thought Tony-"

"Tony? Not my type." Mr. Bond shook his head,
and his long hairy legs somehow got wrapped
around my waist, pinning me. Not that I wanted to
move or anything. "Those pumped-up little pretty-
boy cherubs are a dime a dozen. Sexy devils, on the
other hand, are harder to find." His asshole
clenched down tight, and my cock surged. "Real
devils with dicks like yours are harder still. Much
harder."

"Gee, thanks, Mr. Bond."

"Shut up Eric," Mr. Bond growled good-naturedly,
grabbing the stud in my tit and twisting it hard.
"Shut up and fuck the hell out of me."
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This is the last of "Horny Guy Tails", until 
January '95...be sure to have a *SAFE*
and FUN New Year's!  

Until then ENJOY!!!
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