Date: Fri, 5 May 2006 02:20:21 EDT
From: Jameshocfecit@aol.com
Subject: A FALL NIGHT IN BERKELEY

I had finished class on Campus around 09:30  pm and started walking down
University  Ave to Jefferson  St. where I  lived.  It was one of those amazing
warm late September nights that happen in No. California, and for some reason,
instead of crossing over to Addison, I decided the crass commercialism of
University  Ave. would  be the way.
Still could smell the heavy sweetness of jasmine in the air, even over  the
stink of my pits, which had been sweating heavily in class.
I must have only gone 2 or 3 blocks, not walking fast, when, stopped at a
light, an old early 70's Chevy pulled up.  I paid no attention until a short
blast of the horn made me turn my  head.  Two guys in the front seat,  both
looking at me.  The guy in the  passenger side was Asian, but I couldn't see the
driver clearly, except that he  had shoulder length hair.  The light  greened
and I started across the intersection.  They paced me for a half a block, then
sped up and disappeared in traffic.
I kind of wondered what was going on, but knowing Berkeley, my  caution was
up.
When I reached the next intersection, they were there, this time in front  of
me, so I could see the driver, kind of a rough looking guy, and his hair
looked a little dirty, unshaved and a little scary.  They both looked at me
again, and then  took off across University into the darkness.
Apparently they took a left and went around the block, because they were
back in the west lane of University and pacing me again.  This time the Asian
asked if I wanted a  ride.  Like I said, my instincts  were already cautious, but
for some reason, I have no idea why, I said "sure"  and he motioned for me
to get in back.
The usual thanks, and `where ya goin?'  `I'm headin home...' and the Asian
says  `nice night...wanna take a ride?'  And again, out of the blue, I said,
`sure, where to?'
At that the driver pulled a u-turn, and we were headed east up  University.
I was sitting on the  right side of the back seat, noticed the driver glancing
back at me, and then  heard a slapping sound from the Asian.
Thinking that I was hearing things, it sounded like he was jackin  off.  But
then I heard those  breathing sounds, sharp intakes of air, and got the nerve
to look over the  seat.
And there he was, sprawled down on the seat, legs apart, fly open with  his
cock in his right hand.  His  dick looked real white with the light of the
street strobing inside, and when he  noticed me looking, he raised his hips a
little, and held his boner still, his  skin puckering to a tight pucker, and
sparkling with his pre.  I reached over and stuck my finger in  that slime, feeling
how tight his skin was, found his slit, and rubbed around  it, he gasped.
He motioned for me to climb over the seat in between them, and with a  little
difficulty, managed to squeeze in,  and for the first time smelled that heavy
body stink, couldn't tell if it  was from the driver or the Asian, but it was
strong, even with the windows  open.
I reached with my right hand for the Asian's dick, totally turned on by  his
tight foreskin.  I had always  wished that my skin was tighter, and snug hoods
like his were a guaranteed woody  for me.  His cock was thick, too big  for
my hand to wrap around, but only about 5 inches long.  I slowly jacked him,
watching his pre  bubble up and over the lips of his skin.  He was groping my
crotch, and my dick was leaking like crazy, my jeans  wet already.
He managed to unbutton my fly, and I was getting a little curious about  the
driver.  All the while I was  playing with the Asian, he had unbuttoned his
fly, but whatever he had was still  concealed, but he kept glancing at what we
were doing.  Couldn't let this go, so I moved my left  hand inside his fly,
felt his hairy flat stomach, the moist pubes as my hand  slid under his
underwear, and found this nice hard cock, narrow, stuck down next  to his leg.  His wet
balls, sweaty  balls being pushed over and above his shaft.
He shifted his weight, and with his left hand readjusted his crotch, and  his
cock easily rolled over his thigh, falling in the palm of my hand.  I
realized that the stink was from him,  his pits rank and strong.  I got the  band of
his underwear down and below his balls, seeing his cock in that strange
street light.  He was intact, his  cock thin, a little longer than average, his
skin loose, like mine, but not as  long.  His balls were beautiful,  smooth,
balanced, wet with sweat, with that heady smell of  musk.
Now I had both hands on their boners, and slowly working their shafts, I
peeled the driver's skin back, just to get a look at his knob, and, man o  man!
Even in the half light from  the streets, I saw a coat of smeg covering his
helmet, and the rich, sour stink  of his cock filled the cab, hit my face, and
made my dick  jerk.
I heard the Asian gasp, (he had my cock out, and was feeling it, twisting  my
skin) I thought he was just knocked out by the stink of the driver's smeg,
but it was my dick that gagged him.   He had bent over as much as he could,
with his face close to my crotch,  and peeled me back, I wasn't as cheesed as the
driver, but the effect was pretty  heavy.  I love my dick butter,  always
have, and when I jack off, get it on my finger and smell it deep, keeps  my boner
hard and edged.
By this time we were in the Berkeley Hills, I had no idea where we were
headed, and in spite of the risk, was having too good of a time to really  care.
We finally wound up on some lonely road that overlooked the bay.  All three
of us got out of the car, our  cocks out, bobbing, and for the first time I was
able to get real close to the  driver's stinkin cock.  Just enough  moonlight
to see that hot dick.  Not  too much was said between us, our cocks were
doing the talking.  But the driver said at one point, `put  your cock next to mine'
.  I did, the  feel of the heat from his cock touching mine was almost too
much, but he grabbed  our cocks with his hand, squeezed them hard, then peeled
me back and stuck his  face against my wood, the Asian had his hands on our
balls, and his fine fat  cock was at a right angle, his tight skin hole dripping
his pre.  I wanted to force that skin back, tight  as it was, and I told him, `
bet you've got a lot of cheese under there'.  So while the driver was taking
deep  breaths from my cock, I took the Asians boner and with a little
difficulty, got  his skin back behind his knob, it literally snapped as it passed his
ridge, and  I bent over to see it real close.  His knob was wide, spherical,
and dark, shiny, and the exposed inner skin  was creamy and cheesy, I was in
stinkin smeg  heaven.
All three of us, sweating, hard, loving each others dirty cocks, all  three
cocks as different as they could be.  I docked both of them.  Sliding my skin
over the driver's cheesy cock was easy, the Asian took a  little more work, but
the kind of work I love.  Seeing his big knob bulging under my  skin, the
driver holding both of us, his cock lying between us jerking and  hitting our
connected dicks.
We got a blanket out, took our pants and shirts off, the driver took off  his
boots , his feet smelling, I had my cock between the soles of his feet,
getting the mixed odors of cock, feet, as I fucked his feet, my skin being  pulled
back and forward, my knob oozing, getting flecks of smeg on his  feet.
Watching the Asian getting  sucked by him, his tight white balls dripping with the
spit of the driver.
Watching the Asian play with drivers cock, sliding his finger under his
skin, while the driver played with his balls, and his toes curled tight around  my
hard shaft.
For hours we screwed around like that, almost to dawn.  Finally, all three of
us, standing  facing each other, our hands on each others rigid cocks,
jacking each other,  touching balls, cock nipples, ass holes, swabbing each others
pits, when the  Asian grunted, legs apart, looking down in surprise almost at
his now reddened  and slimy cock, still exposed, started to spurt.  The driver
and I stepping up close to  his erupting cock, wanting his cum to bathe our
cocks, bellies, wherever.  I glob hit my chin, and then exploded on  our arms,
cocks, feet.  I was  next.  The driver used the Asians  cum on my cock, peeled
my skin back and lathered my cock with it, my dick was so  sensitive, and I
shot in his hand, my jizz gurgling through his fingers, the  Asian catching some
and wiping it on his still tumescent  cock.
I started to jerk the driver off, but he motioned me to stop, took his  cock
in hand and began the final strokes, but the Asian and I both got on our
knees in front of him, and his dick exploded on both of us.  It was warm, almost
hot, and the streams  shot 3 maybe 4 times.  Oozing out in  big drops as he
squeezed his skin forward.  I couldn't help it, my tongue was inside that skin,
lapping up all I  could get.
So there we were, all of us covered in jizz, sun coming up.
Without a word, we dressed, got back in the Chevy, and down the hills to
University.  I was dropped off where  they picked me up.
It wasn't until  later that I  considered what a risk that whole adventure
was.  But the smells of their bodies still on  me, their cockcheese, pre, and
cum held tight inside my skin, that I figured,  "I'd do it again, anytime!"
{This is a true account, had some of the best JO  scenes ever in Berkeley}