by Wolfe, Sean
Suddenly I felt a pair of soft, cold hands caress my chest and stomach. I took a deep breath and felt my cock twitch as adrenaline coursed through my body. The touch was light and the hands were soft, so at first I assumed it was a woman running her hands all over my body. But then I felt the unseen stranger’s body shift so that it stood over my face at the head of the table, and a couple seconds later I felt the unmistakable weight of a semi-hard cock across my cheek and mouth. I gasped in surprise, and struggled against my invisible restraints as the cock grew thicker and harder against my mouth. Who was this unseen stranger and why was he touching me like this and sliding his hard cock across my lips? I halfheartedly wriggled across the table again, feeling like I should be mortified and feel abused. But my heart raced with excitement and my cock hardened to its full eight inches.
I tried to yell in protest, but instead a low animalistic moan escaped my throat as the unseen stranger tweaked my nipples and slid his hard cock into my mouth. It didn’t take long for me to open my throat and swallow him completely, and my own cock began to ache with the force with which it throbbed.
“That’s it, baby,” I heard him whisper as his cock slipped past my tonsils and deep into my throat. “Take my big cock, Mr. Frye.” His voice was familiar, and I began to panic as I wondered who he was, and how he knew me.
But then it didn’t matter, and I tightened my throat muscles around his hard cock and began to suck it. A moment later I felt his warm wet mouth wrap around my cock and swallow me in one move.
That’s all it took for me, and I moaned loudly as I sprayed my load down his throat in wave after wave of ecstasy. He moaned as well, and quickly withdrew his cock from my mouth. A moment later he grabbed the blindfold and ripped it from my eyes. I looked up into the face of my neighbor’s kid, Marc, and stared in amazement as he showered his load across my face.
And then, as unexpectedly as it began, it was over. What the fuck was that all about? I wondered the first few times it happened. And then I didn’t care. In fact, I began to look forward to the dreams.
I don’t know where they came from or why I was having them, but I remember the first time I had the dream. It was the day after Marc returned home from his junior year in college for the summer. I saw him out in the driveway washing his car when I got home from work, and couldn’t help but notice his strong muscular legs or the washboard abs that tightened as he stretched to reach a spot on the roof. He smiled and waved at me as I walked to my front door, and I remember feeling my cock stir and a smile cross my lips. I didn’t give it too much thought, though, until the next morning when I woke with a hard cock and sticky sheets.
But that was three months ago, and now, as I sat at my desk, trying to work, I realized I was hard as a rock again, for the umpteenth time that day.
“Dammit,” I said, and hit the intercom. “Belinda, I’m going out for lunch. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
I got up and walked out of my office and headed down the street. In the opposite direction from all the typical lunch spots I normally frequented.
Four blocks from my office was the Galaxy Theater. It was a gay porno theater that was infamous for the strip and j/o shows that ran every two hours, and for the sleazy anonymous sex its patrons engaged in. I’d never been there, but I knew where and what it was, and I knew without a doubt I was going there.
As I approached the door, I looked around to make sure no one saw me, and then I entered. The darkness in the foyer and the stench that immediately assaulted me was overwhelming. It smelled like sweat and sex and old, burnt popcorn. From behind the glass window I could hear the loud moans and the tacky music that accompanied them.
The smell inside the theater was even ranker, and the music pounded through my head. I looked up at the big screen, and gasped as I watched a giant cock slide in and out of a smooth white ass. I sat down in the closest seat, and tried to catch my breath as I watched for the first time a man getting fucked by another man.
Desire welled inside me as I stared at the screen, and I found it hard to breathe. My cock pounded so hard in my slacks that it hurt. I rubbed it for a moment, but realized very quickly that I would shoot all over my slacks if I continued, so I stopped. A couple minutes later I had to pee, so I stood up and made my way to the restroom.
The smell in the restroom was even worse than out in the theater. It contained the same odor of sex and sweat and old popcorn, but it also tried to cover all of that up with an overpowering scent of pine cleaner. I covered my mouth as I walked quickly to the urinal. But gray duct tape cordoned it off, and a sign said it was not in service. So I walked over and took one of the stalls at the opposite side of the room.
I unzipped my slacks, pulled out my still half-hard cock, and waited for it to soften so I could pee without spraying it all over the stall. Finally I was able to relieve myself. As I shook off the last few drops of piss, I heard a sound.
I looked behind me. To my side I noticed a round hole in the wall of the stall adjoining the one next to me. A second later two fingers appeared in the hole, and beckoned me closer. My heart raced as I looked at the fingers, and my cock hardened again.
“Come closer,” the guy on the other side said. “Lemme suck it.”
I hesitated only a moment, then leaned against the wall and slid my cock through the hole. Even before it was all the way through, the warm mouth wrapped around my cock head and sucked on it. When my dick was entirely inside the hole, he swallowed the rest of my cock in slow sucking movements until it was buried in his throat.
I thought I’d shoot right then. Nothing had ever felt so good. My wife had sucked my dick a few times since we’d married, but it never felt like this. It was only a couple of minutes before I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I moaned loudly, and grasped the top of the metal stall divider.
His mouth was off my cock instantly, and I felt I’d had the breath knocked out of me. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Please,” I begged, and shoved my hips against the wall so that my cock was closer for him to take again.
“It’s my turn,” he said, and I felt his hot, hard cock push against mine through the hole.
I stepped back and looked at the cock. It was beautiful. I’d only seen a couple of other guys’ dicks before, and never had they been hard ... and begging to be sucked. This cock was at least as long as mine, but quite a bit thicker. Thick blue veins ran the length of the cock and pulsed visibly. A tiny bead of transparent precum peeked out of the hole at the head, then slid down the shaft slowly.
“Suck it, man,” the guy said. “I gotta feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I’d never sucked a cock before, and wasn’t sure I could do it at all. Especially not one as big and thick as this one. But I wanted it more than anything, so I stuck out my tongue and licked the salty precum from the head of the cock. I moaned loudly as I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked it.
“Yeah, dude, that’s it,” they guy said. His voice sounded tinny and far away, as if in a tunnel. Probably because of the loud high-pitched ringing sound I couldn’t get out of my head. “Suck my cock, dude. Swallow that big dick.”
And I did. I took my time and swallowed a little bit at a time. But as I took more and more of his big dick in my mouth, I kept thinking that at any moment it would hit the back of my throat and I’d gag and have to stop. To my surprise, when his cock head pressed against the back of my throat, my throat opened wider and allowed his fat cock to slide all the way inside. When his pubic hairs tickled my nose, I thought I’d pass out any minute.
“Fuck, dude, you can really suck a cock,” the guy moaned as he slid his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he moaned, and I prepared myself to swallow his load ...
. . . “But not like this,” he said, and pulled his cock from my ravenous mouth so fast that it hurt as his cock head slid past my tonsils and out of my throat.
“What?” I asked as I
grabbed my own cock and began to beat it. “Come on, man. Lemme have it.”
He pulled his cock back through the hole in the wall, and I felt my heart drop. He couldn’t quit now. I was so fucking close.
A couple of seconds later the hole was covered. It took me a second or two to realize that I was staring at his exposed asshole. “Fuck me,” he moaned loudly.
I stared at the marble-smooth ass in front of me. The pink hole puckered and beckoned me to enter it. My breathing quickened, and I could tell he felt my breath on his twitching hole.
“Come on, dude,” he said desperately. “Fuck my ass.”
Before I realized I was doing it, I stood up and pressed my hard cock against the crack of his ass as it peeked through the hole. A big wad of spit left my mouth, and it landed on my cock head, sliding down the shaft. I took a deep breath, placed the head of my cock at the entrance of his hole, and slowly slid forward.
I thought I’d faint as the heat of his ass enveloped my cock and sucked it deeper and deeper inside. It felt like an eternity before I felt my balls resting against the warm smooth skin of his ass.
I’d never experienced anything like this. Sure, sex with my wife was good. But it wasn’t great, and more often than not it seemed like an obligation in which I was on automatic pilot. But it didn’t even come close to this. Every inch of my skin and every nerve in my body tingled with electric bliss. I didn’t want the feeling to ever end, and planned to take this fuck as slowly as possible and enjoy every minute of it.
But my friend on the other side of the wall had other plans. He grunted like an animal as the last of my cock slid inside his ass, and then he began thrusting back and forth on it faster and harder.
The room spun around me as he fucked my cock, and I held my breath and counted to ten to keep from cumming right away. But his ass was relentless, and refused to allow me any rest. It didn’t take long before I felt the orgasm building in my balls, and a moment later my cock was on fire as the cum traveled up the length of my shaft.
“Fuck, man,” I moaned as I buried my cock deep inside him. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna shoot.”
“Hell, yeah,” he said, and slid his ass off of my cock in a quick motion.
I pulled my dick back inside my side of the stall as I stroked it, and noticed his face was at the hole in the wall now. He stuck his tongue through the hole and then, I saw his eyes looking up at me.
“Mr. Frye?”
I recognized the voice immediately this time, and my heart stopped. But my orgasm didn’t. In fact, the sound of his voice made the cum shoot from my shaft like a missile. My knees buckled and I slumped to the floor as the last of my spunk dripped from my cock. Now at eye level with the hole in the wall, I looked through it and into the face of my new buddy.
“Marc,” I gasped, as I watched what seemed like a gallon of my spooge drip down his eyes and nose and cheeks, and onto his T-shirt below.
He licked a tongue full of it off of his lips and smiled at me. “That was fuckin’ hot, dude.”
“Marc,” I stammered, as my cock twitched at the sight of his smooth white skin and pink lips as he licked my cum from his face. “This isn’t right.”
“When can we do it again?”
“I don’t think ...”
“My folks are gonna be away this weekend. You could come over.”
My head was spinning.
“My wife ...”
“Tell her you’re helping me out with ... a plumbing problem. You know, man stuff. Come on, Mr. Frye. It’s the neighborly thing to do.”
“Okay,” I gushed, before I realized I was doing it.
“Right on,” Marc said, and stood up to pull up his jeans. He left the stall and I heard the sink running out in the main part of the restroom.
I pulled up my slacks and stumbled out into the restroom. Marc was standing right outside my stall door, and as I exited, he grabbed me by the arms and pinned me against the wall. He leaned in and kissed me deep on the mouth. I could still taste my own cum in his mouth, and my cock swelled again as his tongue tickled my own.
“Saturday, three o’clock. Don’t bother knocking. The door will be unlocked. Just come on up to my room. I’ll be waiting for you naked on my bed.”
I nodded stupidly and tried to catch my breath. He gave me a quick peck on the mouth, and left the restroom. I stood leaning against the wall, smiling like the fucking Cheshire cat, and waiting for my hard-on to soften.
Then I straightened my tie and left the restroom, and headed back to work.
The Honeymooners
“ I just don’t see the point,” Lee said as he wrapped the fat end of his tie around the skinny end and pulled it through the loop. “I mean, we’ve been together for ten years, for crying out loud. Why bother?”
I glared at him through the mirror, and resisted the urge to smack him upside the head. “I want to be recognized. Officially.”
“Honey, we have two kids in middle school. We drive a mini van. You’re on my insurance and the sole beneficiary of my estate. We even share a hyphenated last name.”
“It’s not enough,” I said stubbornly.
“Let’s not get into this again,” he said as he sighed deeply and turned around to kiss me. “We are more established and more normal than anyone I know. I just don’t see the sense in all this. It’ll cost a fortune and there’s no real point.”
I followed him out the bedroom door and into the kitchen. The girls had left for school twenty minutes ago, so we were alone.
“The point is, that barbaric cretin we jokingly called our leader for eight years is finally out of office, and he is now the laughing stock of the entire world.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Lee said as he swallowed his vitamins with a glass of orange juice. “Here we go again.”
“Yes, here we go again, Lee,” I said as I wiped up a couple of drops of OJ he’d spilled on the counter. “Our new President has been in office for just over a year, and already he’s managed to turn things around. Not only did he single-handedly defeat the constitutional ban, but he convinced the nation ... the entire nation, not just the two coasts ... that we deserve to have all the rights just as opposite sex couples have. We’re finally equal.”
Lee kissed me on the lips and walked to the door. “No one is your equal, baby,” he said, and picked up his keys as he opened the door.
“Don’t patronize me, Lee,” I said as I tried not to let him see me lick my lips to savor the taste of his own. Even after all these years, just a kiss from him melted my heart and made me shiver. “I want to get married. It’s legal now, everywhere, and there’s no reason we shouldn’t.”
“But there’s no reason we should, either,” Lee said through a deep sigh. “We already have all the rights as everyone else.”
“We have the right to be married now, and I want to exercise that right. When women and Blacks were given the right to vote, they voted. Think about what might have happened if they’d been satisfied with just having the right and not exercising it. We have the right to marry, and we should get married. It’s our civic responsibility.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Lee said. He looked at me sternly for a moment, then softened his expression. “I love you, Bronson. I’ve committed my life to you, and I couldn’t be happier. But this conversation is over.” He walked out the door and locked it behind him, leaving me staring at it from the inside.
The next few days were strenuous, to say the least. In front of the girls, Lee and I seemed perfectly natural. They never knew their daddies were arguing. We cooked dinner together, laughed at their jokes, and helped them with their homework. On Wednesday evening we watched a video of their choice after dinner, as was our routine. But once the girls were in bed and Lee and I were alone, it was like Winter had settled into our home. I didn’t speak to him at all as we cleaned up and went to bed. I didn’t respond to his attempts to get me to laugh. I didn’t kiss him good night and I certainly didn’t make love with him
, as hard as it was to resist his gentle caresses and loving nibbles on my neck.
“You’re being a fucking brat about this, you know?” Lee said as he turned around and pulled the blankets up under his chin. “It’s very unbecoming.”
“Whatever,” I said, knowing that response pissed him off more than anything. I heard him sigh, and regretted saying it immediately. It wasn’t an angry sigh, or a desperate one. It was a sad sigh.
Lee fell asleep fairly quickly, but I tossed and turned for another hour. Was I being a brat? Was I being unreasonable? For the first twenty years of my life I’d denied who I was and repressed the feelings that threatened to burst to the surface at any given moment. I felt bad about myself. I was ashamed. When I came out at twenty-one, I swore to live my life proudly and to fight for justice and equality. I met Lee at a Human Rights Campaign fundraiser, for crying out loud.
The fight grew increasingly more difficult and seemed like a losing battle with Asshole, Jr. in office for the past eight years. But we’d fought hard and persevered, and now we were being rewarded. Legal and nationally recognized gay marriage was a reality. Not domestic partnerships or civil unions, but Gay Marriage! I’d dreamt about it for twenty years, and now it was in my grasp. And I wanted it.
But Lee didn’t, and that infuriated me. I knew he loved me, and was dedicated to our life together and with our kids. He’d always been very considerate of me, and supported me in my endeavors. He bought me great birthday and anniversary and Father’s Day gifts. So I just didn’t get why he was fighting the whole marriage idea. It pissed me off.