Short Spurts

by Rob Rosen

  Minutes later, they arrived at the house. It was dark, but Jerry could still make out the whites of Neil’s eyes and teeth. Before they went inside, though, he grabbed for the little dude and, bending down, feverishly kissed and sucked on his mouth, their tongues swirling in and out of their mouths, their bodies pressed hard against each other. Jerry could feel Neil’s toned body as he engulfed him in his arms and could also feel the nicely noticeable bulge rubbing up against his thigh.

  “Is that for me?” Jerry asked as he reached down and cupped the tenting crotch below.

  “Yeah, it’s a gift. Go ahead and unwrap it.” Neil flashed his wonderful, sexy smile again.

  “What, here? Outside?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  The night was just full of surprises, Jerry thought. And though it was unlike him to be so bold, he also knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth—or in this case, a gift cock. So, with his hand already where it needed to be, he grabbed for the fly and slid it down. Deftly, he then reached in and grabbed at the pulsing hard cock that was straining to get out.

  “No underwear, huh?” he asked, and then ran his tongue up the length of Neil’s scruffy neck.

  “Why double-wrap a gift?” came the throaty response, along with a moan.

  Seconds later, Jerry had the rather fetching dick out of its confines. It stuck straight out and curved a bit upwards. It was a nice, solid six-inch cock, thicker than average, with a massive sized head. It was all Jerry could do to not bend down and suck on it, but there was only so far he’d go on someone’s doorstep. Still, that didn’t stop him from extricating his own hard seven inches for Neil to grab hold of. The two of them then stood there stroking and making out until Jerry couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Are you going to invite me in or do I have to fuck you al fresco?”

  “Would you like that?”

  Jerry thought about it for a split second. He’d never had sex outdoors before. Then again, he’d also never been with someone quite like Neil before, so he replied, “I’d slide my cock inside of you right here, if I could.”

  “Well, the neighbors might or might not like that too much, but there is an alternative.” And with that, he led Jerry, by his thick boner, around the side of the house to a door set within a tall fence. The two stepped inside a spacious backyard, the door closed behind them. Click. Then Jerry happily watched as Neil pulled his tight T-shirt off to reveal, in the light of the full moon, a compact, densely ripped torso covered in richly colored tattoos. A thick swatch of hair splayed across his muscled chest and trailed down to cover a solid six-pack. Suffice it to say, Jerry fairly drooled at the sight of him and then quickly following suit, until he too was standing in the backyard shirtless. Eagerly, he motioned for his friend to continue.

  The little guy kicked off his sneakers and rolled off his socks, then threw them into a pile to his side. The belt was next, and then the jeans, until Neil stood there, all five and a half feet of him, hairy, ripped to shreds, and hard as a rock. Jerry’s heart skipped a beat. A minute later, he was just as naked and just as hard.

  The grass felt cool and comforting beneath his toes. Better yet, Neil felt warm and inviting in his solid embrace. Their bodies, one hairy, one smooth, rubbed up and down against each other. Neil’s cock slapped on Jerry’s thigh, Jerry’s on Neil’s abs. Their hands roamed up and down each other’s bodies, exploring the vast unknown, while returning frequently to the hard cocks in the center of it all.

  “You feel good,” Jerry whispered into Neil’s ear.

  “And I taste even better,” Neil responded, guiding Jerry’s head down to his crotch.

  He tongued the huge head first, tasting the sweetly salty precome before sliding his mouth around the entirety of the thick cock, which fit snuggly inside. Neil’s musky, heavy balls came next. He sucked and licked around the nutsack before popping one, then both the hairy balls inside his wet mouth, pulling down on them. The little guy bent at the knees, but otherwise stood his ground. Jerry then returned to the stunning rod while reaching behind to grab at his newfound friend’s hairy ass, using it to pump the cock in and out of his mouth like a piston.

  “Stop,” Neil rasped. “You got me close. Here, try this now.”

  Neil turned around and got on all fours, revealing a solid, incredibly hairy ass. Jerry spanked each cheek and then spread them apart, gazing hungrily at the hole in the center, beautifully pink and puckered as it was. He devoured it as if it were his last meal on earth, his tongue working the edge and then the middle before it easily made its way inside. He spread the cheeks further apart and tongue-fucked the compact man until his tongue ached from doing so. A moistened finger quickly replaced the throbbing appendage, then two fingers, both sliding inside the warm, smooth cavity with ease, gliding to the farthest reaches, causing Neil to arch his back.

  “Fuuuck,” he moaned into the night air.

  “That’s what I had in mind,” Jerry quipped as he reached over for his pants. From the front pocket came a rubber, which was quickly slid on and down. “Now, come here,” he commanded.

  Neil turned around and, placing his arms around Jerry’s neck, sat in his lap. The two kissed and sucked and nibbled, and not for an instant let their eyes wander or shut. Soon enough, though, Jerry felt Neil reach around and down, and placed the head of his cock up against the waiting asshole.

  Slowly and tenderly, Jerry pushed his lap up, and the head penetrated the hole. Just for an instant, Neil’s eye’s shut tight as he sucked in his breath. Jerry sat motionless before continuing. When the eyes once again opened, the fuckee nodded and smiled, and the fucker eagerly progressed. One slow inch, then two, then three. Neil, in turn, pushed his tight ass down on the massive prick below. Jerry could feel the strong muscles inside as they grabbed and pulled and slid around his cock, until, finally, he was fully buried, and that wonderfully hairy ass was slapping and grinding against his balls.

  The two kissed, hard, and continued staring, as the rhythm of Jerry’s cock and Neil’s ass grew faster and faster, until Jerry’s big, thick cock pumped furiously in and out of that mega-tight hole. And then, with their arms locked tightly around each other, Jerry could feel it coming, could feel the mighty eruption seconds before it happened.

  Their lips pressed even harder together, never separating, as they moaned and came in unison, the top deep inside the bottom’s perfect ass, and the bottom, in turn, all over the top’s chest and stomach. They sat that way for several minutes, until both were soft again and the come dribbled and dripped down their bodies. Eventually, they disentangled and sprawled onto the cool earth beneath them.

  Exhausted and satisfied, Jerry lay there, sticky with sweat and hot come, and smiled blissfully as he stared at the star-filled sky. Sex with Neil was better than he had expected, and different, practically the best he’d ever had. Still, something wasn’t quite right. It was, all of a sudden, too quiet in the backyard. Jerry turned to face the man he’d just had mind-blowing sex with. The cute, little dude looked, surprisingly, tense and nervous.

  “Something wrong?” Jerry asked, rolling into his side. “Where’d the smile disappear to?” Playfully, he pinched Neil’s hairy nipple and sucked teasingly on his earlobe.

  “Don’t,” said the other man, suddenly pulling away. “I mean, wait.”

  “Wait? Wait for what?” Jerry felt a pit forming in his stomach. He’d seen tricks eager to leave his side before, once the deed was done, but this was different; Neil looked visibly upset.

  The little man turned to Jerry, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, “I, um, haven’t been entirely honest with you. First off, my name’s not Neil.”

  “No?” Jerry asked. “Okay, that’s not the end of the world. What else?”

  “And, well, your friends were right, you are handsome, just like you said in your ad.”

  “Huh?” was about all Jerry could muster. “You saw the ad?”

  “I replied to the ad. I’m…Jack.”

 
; “You’re Jack? But why’d you send that picture then?” Jerry asked, confused, and rightly so.

  “Because I liked the way you looked, and I felt like, well, I don’t know, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. But you were looking for someone who looked more like yourself and nothing like me. So, I cut the picture out from a Gap ad and I sent it instead of one of my own. Then I showed up at the bar, waited, and hoped for the best, which this definitely was.” He looked at Jerry with pleading eyes. “The best, that is.”

  Jerry, for his part, sat there stunned at the revelation. He knew the guy in the picture looked familiar, but he had no idea it was because he’d seen him in some magazine. He also knew he hated to be lied to and tricked like he’d been. The ploy was underhanded and sneaky. Then again, it was also flattering and touching. Jerry was torn on what to do. That is until Neil smiled that glorious, bright smile of his.

  Finally, Jerry said, “I guess opposites really do attract. And who wants to be with a clone of oneself anyway?” He leaned in and once again placed a tender kiss on those wonderful, soft lips. With a smile and a wink, he added, “Nice to meet you, Jack…finally.” And with that, Jerry knew his fishing days were over. He’d, at last, reeled in a catch worth keeping.

  Reversal of Fortune

  I’d only been living in my condo for a few months. In fact, it had only been a few months since I could afford the condo. When the internet company I’d been working for was bought by a multi-conglomerate, my stock options, at long last, were worth something—namely my new home and a large chunk of change in my bank account. I’d also been able to quit my job and relax for a while.

  That’s how I met Cam, actually. He was a regular homeless fixture on my building’s front stoop. He was there at all hours of the day and night, and we were forever saying hello to one another. He also received virtually all of my pocket money since I’d moved in. After all, I figured it was good karma to share my newly-acquired wealth.

  Still, beyond the simple pleasantries we exchanged, plus whatever coins I handed him, and the fact that we knew each other’s names, we were nothing but passing strangers. Well, I was passing; he was always planted in front of my building, staring up and smiling at me like all the other homeless that I past in my somewhat-affluent neighborhood.

  And yet, there was something different about this man. Unlike the other nearby vagrants, he stood apart. Oh sure, he was dirtied and disheveled, his hair long and in need of a washing, his beard unkempt and scruffy, but behind his startling blue eyes, there was a clarity. And the way he spoke, you could tell he’d been educated. And yes, at some point in his life, he must’ve been a handsome man. Often, I imagined what he would look like off the streets, clean and showered and nicely dressed. Even more often, I imagined what he looked like out of his filthy clothes and butt-naked.

  Then again, soon enough, I wouldn’t just have to imagine it.

  It had been raining hard that morning. I’d finished my morning cup of coffee at a nearby café and was running home in a futile attempt to stay dry. And there was Cam, as always, huddled beneath two feet of overhang and an already soaked piece of cardboard. Rain poured down his drenched head and got caught inside his dense beard.

  He looked up when I approached, and my eyes locked on tight to his sapphire irises. He forced a smile. “Raining cats and dogs,” he said with a nod. “Where’s Noah when you need him?”

  I grinned and handed him three quarters. My heart melted at his appreciativeness. Hurriedly, I climbed the stairs and went to open the building’s front door, but my hand froze on the spot. Despite my better judgment, I turned around. He was still staring at me with those fierce eyes of his.

  “Um,” I said, shaking the water out of my umbrella. “Seeing as there aren’t any arks floating nearby, maybe you should come in and dry off.”

  His smile widened. “You sure?” he asked. “I mean, you don’t even know me or anything.”

  I returned his smile. “Heck, I know you better than anyone else around here. Besides, you’ll catch a cold, and the tenant’s association will blame me when they all get it.”

  He didn’t need further prompting. Quickly, he got up, shook himself off as best he could, and followed me inside. My head raced as we rode the elevator in silence. If he was a robber, or worse, I thought to myself, this might be my last time heading home. Then again, he didn’t seem anything but down on his luck.

  When we reached my front door, he took off his torn sneakers and equally torn socks. “Ready,” he eagerly proclaimed.

  I looked at his nearly black feet and managed a, “Ready,” in return, before unlocking my door and inviting him inside.

  “Wow,” he uttered, wide-eyed.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, guiltily. I diverted his attention from my less-than-humble abode by adding, “Guest bathroom is down the hall. Help yourself to the shower, if you like. Leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll wash them. There’s also a spare toothbrush if you need one, and if there’s anything else you want, feel free to avail yourself.” I said this all in one breath and stared at him nervously. His piercing blue eyes stayed glued on mine. It was, to say the least, disconcerting. All of it.

  Minutes later, I heard the shower running. I went and retrieved his fetid, tattered clothes and quickly dumped them into the washing machine. And then I waited. And waited.

  Nearly an hour later, he emerged in nothing but a towel.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered, heart suddenly pounding.

  He responded with a broad smile. “I clean up nicely, don’t I?”

  It was a gross understatement. The man was stunning. He’d obviously found scissors and a razor, and was now clean-shaven, his hair in a buzz-cut. More than ever, his jarring blue eyes beamed out at me. Even more distracting was his bare torso, which was covered in a fine spray of black hairs that trailed down his ripped abs and ended, from what I could see, in an equally black bush. Living on the street had obviously kept him lean and trim, his handsomeness merely hidden beneath all that hair and grime.

  “I wouldn’t have even recognized you,” I finally managed to say, my Adam’s apple riding up and down my throat like an elevator car.

  I took a seat on my sofa. He took a seat in a chair facing me. “Well,” he said, “this is the real me, I suppose. Before…”

  He paused and cast his eyes downwards. “Before?” I asked, curious as to what brought him to this point in his life.

  He crossed his hairy, defined legs before answering me. My eyes were greeted to a large set of nuts that hung down in clear view. My mouth nearly watered at the sight of them. He then told me his short but sad story.

  “I had all my assets tied up in an internet company I’d created. Things were going really well. For a time, anyway. And then the market shifted. We lost most of our clients. The money bled out in no time flat. It wasn’t long before I lost everything. No home, no phone, no job. And no way to bounce back from something like that. Another year and maybe we would’ve been bought out, and I could’ve retired early. But that’s life, right?”

  I didn’t have the heart to tell him that was my life, in fact, in reverse. Instead, I said, “Um, would you like some clothes to put on? Yours are in the dryer.”

  He paused, that glorious smile of his returning to his equally glorious face. “Well,” he said with a wink, “I could get dressed…but, better still, you could get undressed like me.” He all but panted that last part.

  My heart practically leapt from my chest. Cam was hitting on me. That is to say, the new Cam. The hot, nearly-naked Cam. And, clearly, his gaydar wasn’t as broke as he was.

  “Okay,” I replied. “If it makes you feel comfortable.” I was already unbuttoning my shirt before he could respond. Slowly, I removed it and placed it on the sofa. He smiled and bade me to continue. My pulse quickened as I reached for my belt and gradually slid it off. All the while, he stared and smiled. There was also a decidedly large lump forming beneath the towel.

  “P
ants, please,” he commanded, the need evident in his voice.

  “Hold your horses,” I said.

  He grabbed his cock and said, “I will, until it’s your turn to hold it.”

  Hurriedly, I removed my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Cam noticed my straining dick and jumped off the seat he was sitting on. In a heartbeat, those amazing blue eyes were suddenly in front of my own.

  “Hi,” he said, nearly in a whisper.

  “Hi,” I replied as I inched my face even closer to his.

  “Do you taste as good as you look?” he asked.

  “Only one way to find out.” Our lips met in an instant. His were rough and demanding. Mine were accommodating. He jammed his tongue inside my mouth, and, for an instant, I felt my head spin as he eagerly clutched my back and pulled me hard against his chiseled body. We stood there like that for minutes on end, hungrily sucking at each other’s mouths and frantically rubbing our hands over each other’s hard bodies.

  When we at last came up for air, he admitted, “Um, Steve, you should know, I haven’t had sex in over three years.”

  I gulped and then grinned. “Then I’d say you were long overdue.”

  With that, the towel dropped, as did my mouth. Cam was sporting some massive wood. Nine inches, easy, with a huge helmeted head that was pointing directly up at me. My own seven thick inches were out in a flash, and he was on his knees and taking me down his throat, virtually to the hilt, before he gagged and slowed down a bit.

  “Yum,” he groaned, in between hearty slurps.

  “Ditto,” said I, grabbing his head and coaxing him down my shaft. His mouth was like a velvet heaven, in fact, and I, needless to say, was on cloud nine.

  Deftly, he worked his tongue around my leaking head and up and around my rock-hard cock, alternating between sucking and licking, until he made it down to my heavy balls. He popped each of them in his mouth, first one and then the other, rolling them around with his tongue. I moaned with a mixture of both pleasure and pain, my knees buckling at his exertions.