Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2007 13:53:26 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Endless Sex Loop" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi "Loop" may remind you of the loop-de-loops ride in an amusement park, kids, but it is definitely not. This is not a young person story, it is for older people, over eighteen. If you are under that age I do not want you here. Hey, I bet you never knew a scientist who was gay. Well shake my gay hand, I am Nigel Waterson, twenty-two years of gay experience, a gorgeous redhead and well equipped for both science and sexual activity. I always get my man. Who could resist my perfect skin, swim team molded body and model features. Now don't think of me as a twink without a serious bone in my body. (I resist the pun I could make.) I am lab assistant to Dr. Kneeson, who has a university grant. He is working on a very esoteric project. He believes that time is a subjective measure. I won't go into the reasons and proofs he uses as it is a bit boring. But he has been trying to develop a measuring device that will actual bend subjective time and prove to be more accurate that an atomic clock. I have already volunteered to subject myself to time bending. It works, but any for a very tiny fraction of time. For instance, last week I experienced a kind of d‚j... vu as the clock showed two minutes passed yet when the device was turned off, no time had passed. This was an interesting distortion and might be said to have pushed me into the future. Another test distorted time so that the two minutes repeated itself. Over the weekend I began to think of the possibilities of this machine for producing sexual pleasure, indefinitely prolonged. Whew, my fundamentals are buzzing with the possibility. I stopped thinking about lab work and decided to get nasty. I owned it to myself after the heavy workload this last few weeks. Tonight was Friday, no work for the weekend. Where do you think I went for fun? Right, the peeps, because I am a dirty boy. I drive an orange jeep. It's not too discrete for cruising, but that was the color it was when I bought it a few months ago. As soon as I have three hundred dollars together, I'm going to paint it demure dark green. Boy Palace was busy tonight! All these guys who have been pretending to be straight all week and letting it all hang out on Friday night. As I bought my dollars worth of slugs the kid at the desk, you know, the desk with glass panels underneath with red cocks for sale. I don't understand that color. It would scare me to death to withdraw one of those. I'd think I bled to death. Now I only bought a dollar's worth because I usually can hook up quickly. (What an ego, I agree.) As I walked up the dark aisle there were men of all colors, sizes and ages lounging against the walls. They were hoping to meet someone before using up their slugs. Naturally the kid would come up the aisle ever so often and shout, get in the booths or leave. As I progressed, looking sidewise at the lineup, I got some verbal action. "Hey Red, you a real red head?" "You'll never find out," I tossed back." Actually my pubic hair is gold color, not carrot red like my hair. I few guys were taken with the color and asked if they could have a hair. There were no guys out there that were even interesting to me. This might be a night of no luck. I decided to go into a booth next to another one that was lighted. I put a coin in the slot and the booth lit up. There was a scratched glass between the booths that only worked when both booths on either side were in use. This place had no glory holes. I could see clearly into the next booth. It was occupied by a slim tan Hispanic kid, maybe late teens. Now this was really interesting. I love Latinos. They are enthusiastic partners. One thing I hate is an up tight silent guy. I once had an experience with a fabulous male model. "You want a blow job," I asked when we were back at the dorm I lived in. "If you want," he said neutrally. Shit, what a turn off. The worst was that he uttered not a sound until he came really hard and copiously, then he emitted an almost inaudible grunt. I threw him out of my room. Now this boy seemed interested in the movie playing on the screen in front of him. He probably could see me from the corner of his eye as I started at him, my mouth hanging open. He was a dream, cute features and his legs...oh geez, perfectly shaped with a slight show of hair on his shins. I could make out his slim cock, half hard. Suddenly he turned toward the glass and stared at me. Then he beckoned and made a pantomime of masturbation. I wasn't sure if he meant I should jerk him off or he wanted to give me a hand job, but it was enough for me to exit my booth and open his door that was unlocked. As soon as I entered, he stood up and greeted me in a buzzy English/Spanish accent. That always gets me. "You a cock sucker?" Whew, that was to the point. "I have sucked cocks, yes, you hinting?" "No hint, mi punga esta duro, look." Sure enough his dark tan prick was up and ready. I also caught a glimpse of his scrotim, hanging soft and vulnerable, the color was my favorite: light purple. I wanted to seal this deal. I took hold of his cock. He sighed loudly and cutely. Shit I almost came from that sound. His lips were pursed for a kiss. I leaned forward and simultaneously pressed my lips against his puffy ones and slipped a hand inside his tee shirt from the bottom. His chest was hot and smooth. His tits were already hard. I stroked them. He was making sounds like "e-e-e" (in Spanish I-I-I) He put his slim arms over my shoulder. I could see his pits covered with luxuriant hair that gave off a perfume of Puerto Rico. I guessed he was Puerto Rican, my favorite child of the Latino world. They are beautiful to look at when young and enthusiastic lovers, but ready to kill if you do them wrong. We stopped this kiss. He pushed me partly away and looked me over. "You're one hot fucker. That hair is pretty." He felt my crotch area. "Nice hard cock in there." He looked longer. "What you wanta do?" "I work in a lab two blocks from here. I have the key, no one there. Come with me, I'll suck you dry." He let out a little "ooh" of anticipation. We left together, to calls of "Hey can I come too." Outside the lab I got out my key. "Hey white boy, if you got any weird ideas I gotta knife here and I can cut your balls off." I patted his cheek, he didn't like that, he shook me away. "Come on cutey," I said, lets get inside and get naked. We entered the lab. I put on a dim single light. "Sit on that chair," I said after we undressed. He was more beautiful than I imagined. Burnished skins glowing in the light. He cock was still mostly soft and very long, hanging down below his balls, His ass was perfectly shaped, tight and muscular. His eyes glowed as he took in my body. "Nice stuff girly." I knew that he was gay. I bet that he came out in juvy hall, he was so pretty that the older guys must have loved him. I let him play the part of the guy, for now. "Turn around," he ordered. I did. He put a hand on my pale white ass and gave me a strong grab. "Later, maybe I'll give you the in and out. You'd like that, huh?" He sat on a chair. That was his away of showing who was the suckee. I set the timer on the equipment. "Whatcha doin'?" "Just adjusting the heat." I came over and he put his arm on my shoulder and pressed me downward. I let him. This was his comfort zone of dominance. I hoped soon to change this equation. Geez, his pubic hair went from just below his inny to spread wildly almost from hip to hip. It made him like a savage and it smelled heavenly, spicy, a little BO and a little pissy. I leaned in and picked up his prick in my hand and pulled his thin walled cock over to me.. "Yee," he breathed. I stroked him reverently. "Hey pretty girl, get with it, don't bitch tease." I swiped my tongue over the head. Anything yowl of pleasure escaped his pretty lips. I began my routine of softly suckling. It always gets them. He began thrusting to get me to be more active, to suck hard. I knew this type of cock, the thin skin of the shaft usually meant that he couldn't keep going too long. It was too sensitive. I had set the timer for two minutes. Before the end came I had taken the slim cock into my throat and was milking him. He was mewling constantly cursing me and calling me a fag and cock lover. Fine with me. Suddenly he shouted out, "I'm fuckin' cumming, take my stuff or I'll cut you." There was no reason to get nasty I thought. I had no other ideas than to drink his Island Dew. He began fucking my mouth and hold the sides of my head with hard pressure. His spooge was delicious, I knew it would be. He shot and shot and I swallowed it all. Then came his comeuppance. He stopped shooting and sat back in the chair. His cock was deflated and lay against his hip. He looked at me puzzled. "You wanta suck me bitch." What had apparently happened it that he was back at the moment he had sat down on the chair and invited me to suck him. I grinned at him. "Sure I'll suck you. Can you get it hard?" He was still puzzled. His cock was limp. He shook it and cursed it, himself and me. "I don't know, it's dead as a fish. Never happen before." He was meek, a boy again, ashamed. I struck. "What's your name kid?" "Juan," "I'm Nigel, Juanito. You are fucking me up. I was ready to suck you, but you can't get it hard. I'm don't suck girlies. You own me. To make up for your noodle, give me your ass." I knew he had been fucked before. He was too pretty to have escaped it. He let out a long sigh and got up from the chair and went over to the lab table and leaned over submissively. I came behind him and swatted his ass cheek. "Your ass is mine for awhile. I'll make you enjoy it baby." He liked my strong words, he shivered and grunted a few times. His slim ass checks were so muscular that I could see his ass hole between them. It was dark pink with a few dark hairs around it. His crack was decorated with fine baby hair. The whole view was intoxicating. I put my finger in his mouth and ordered him to wet it. He instinctively began a heavy sucking. I slapped his ass again. "Don't suck it muchacha, just wet it so I can put it in your boy ass." I stroked his crinkled hole. He loved it, he shook and moved his ass as I stroked. "Hey Red, you fuck, stick your finger inside." I did it and found his young hot button. He howled in pleasure. "Come on Red, stick your cock inside, ride me hard." His hole was really tight. I reached around and picked up his limp cock and began shaking it. It began to come to life. He moaned over the attention and suddenly his ass hole opened up and I pushed in. "Oh shit, no so quick, no so hard." "You want me to pull out and forget the whole thing?" "No, no, please. I'm sorry I said that, sir. You do what makes you feel good." I began a rough fuck, he was singing all through the thrusts. I found I was moaning loudly myself. This was a truly excellent fuck. He managed to find a rhythm with his rocking that matched my pushes. We were in total harmony and soaring in ecstasy. His cock had hardened again. I felt pre cum wetting my stroking hand. He was getting close to cumming again, his big balls were decorating the sides of his cock shaft. I felt my own cum imminent. . The two of us screamed in agonizing pleasure. Finally we calmed down. He seemed angry. "You fucked me up somehow. You are a dangerous creep, you red Devil." He grabbed for his pants. I knew he was looking for the knife. I quickly pressed the back button moving time one minute back. There he sat again, dazed by his massive orgasm. I found the knife in his pants and hid it in a drawer. He came back and said the same thing again. He looked for his knife. "Where'd you put it, fucker?" I just shrugged. He dressed. I opened the outside door and almost pushed him out. He was still half confused. We were not destined to make it again. He detested me right now and it is not likely to change. I decided to keep away from Boys' Palace. Saturday was uneventful, but Sunday evening I got a call from Prof. Kneeson. "Nigel, where you here over the weekend?" "Why is anything wrong? I did stop in to review some notes." "Okay that's fine, I just wanted to be sure. Now Nigel, I have tremendous news about our time manager. I have been able to miniaturize the controls into a portable remote. It's about the size of a small cell phone and will activate the main computer from as far as one mile." "Gee that's terrific." Already my mind was spinning with the possibilities. Monday morning I checked out the new device and tested it. It worked beautifully. Kneeson was giddy with his cleverness. That night I slipped it into my pocket before I locked up and headed for the college spa. This was a nice set up. They had the gym, showers, plus steam room. I got undressed and tied a towel on and headed for the steam room. The little controller was palmed in my hand. Inside the swirling mists there was only one other guy besides me. I recognized him from my History of Western Civilization Class. He was a hunk. I'm sure he was a little interested in guys because I caught him checking out one of the students near me who had a big bulge in his jeans. His name was Avery. Avery was a tall husky kid of about nineteen. He had a smooth, friendly open face. His chest was massive with slabs of pectoral muscles, his nubbies pushed to the side by his development. He had a bear skin form of light brown hair in the center of his chest and light hair on his legs and arms. I think you trimmed his pubes as they were in the form of a straight line across. As soon as I entered he pulled his towel over his upper legs. I bet he was jerking off when I came in. I decided not to pussy foot around and I took hold of the moment immediately. I sat down below him. After a few moments I said, "This room always makes me sleepy....and horny. Do you find that to be so?" He stuttered a bit. I stood up and pulled off his towel, "See you are horny too. Do you want me to help you out?" "I guess so." Oh these guys, they always want to leave an out for themselves. But it doesn't work with old Nigel. I put on my commanding voice, it always get them, "Lay down on the top bench." He climbed up and got into position. I joined him putting my body in reverse to him, my mouth a few inches from his generous cock. He was beginning to breathe audibly. I pushed the trunk of my body so that my dick was close to his face. He was the first to move, he kissed it. Oh nice. He licked it, better yet. The boy needed to be rewarded for his bravery. I took the head of his circumcised prick into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. My boy really liked that, he crooned softly and tried to push further in my mouth. I could understand that for sure as I did the same. In a few minutes we were slurping away on each other's rampant cocks, humming and swallowing happily. Suddenly my boy choked out a hoarse cry. "I'm about to cum, should I pull away?" I moved back enough to answer him. "No babe, I'm there too. Let's let it rip." I thought I would have a nice comfortable cum, but somehow it hit me hard and I shouted out and began moving my hips like I was fucking. I delivered my payload into his hungry mouth and he spewed into mine. I was so overcome with the moment that I inadvertently squeezed on the remote in my hand. I kept cumming. He kept cumming. We were caught in a repeat loop. It was indescribably wonderful to prolong that orgasm feeling. Now you understand that we didn't actually keep spewing, otherwise the room would have been swilling in man cum. No we kept repeating the cum feeling and experiencing it. Yep, it was good for a two-minute period, but then; we were beginning to get unconscious from the vividness of the process. With the little strength I had left I pressed the stop button. Poor boy was still wailing and I think my voice was also singing along. "Fucking, fuck, that was the cum to end all cums. I might as well quit sex because it'll never be as good," Croaked Avery, my sex partner, coated in sweat. "It was okay. About a six," I said blandly. He looked at me as if I was from another planet. Anyway, we shook hands. That's the way I operate: fuck 'em first, then get polite. The next day at the lab, I found the professor in a bad mood. He couldn't find the remote. I pretended to look around and found it from my palming. He tried it out. "Sensors are dead. What's worse, the main controls are jammed. I've been working on them all morning, but can't do a thing. I believe that using it for time distortion has affected the tiny connections. I may never be able to get it working again, but dear boy, don't look so crest fallen. I have drawn plans for a new machine. This will be even more important." "What will it do?" "Ah, it will make things smaller. That's the great need today, miniaturization." "Geez professor, please don't point it at me. My equipment is just the right size and doesn't need downsizing, no way." He looked at me a minute, over his bottle glass specs and then got my joke and laughed. "Ha, ha, ha, very funny. You are a droll lad. Come no more fun, let's get to work." End Maybe some of you out there can think of some things you might do, sexually if you had that first device.