With a quick jerk, he pulled his pants free of his boots. Fuckin’ breakaway pants! Martin rocked his hips, bumping and grinding. He turned toward me again, the short, thick snake in his crotch taking on a life of its own as he pranced around the stage. He teased his fingers along the waistband of those sexy blue boxers. With one quick tear, they were gone, too!
He worked his way around the table, smiling his wicked handsome grin as people stuffed bills in his G-string. His eyes got huge when he saw me. I held up a twenty—and waited. He rocked his crotch a couple of beats, watching me back. Then he grinned and cocked his hip toward me. I stuffed the bill in the front of his G-string, so he’d feel my cool green money on his dick as he wiggled his hips. Then I motioned for him to turn around.
He dipped and wiggled his ass, flexing those firm, tight globes as he sneered over his shoulder. But his eyes were sparkling. I stuffed another twenty deep in his crack, right up against his asshole. Then I thrust my hips at him, rubbing my beer bottle over my crotch, never breaking eye contact as my dick stretched out into my jeans. I was going to fuck Martin’s ass. I knew it, and I was making damn sure he knew it, too.
I nodded toward the wall where I was going to be waiting when he eventually climbed off the table, which was pretty damn quick after that. The last dancer had brought a whole slew of friends, so the competition wound up pretty fast.
Martin’s boxers were back on when he joined me. He was carrying two Tecates. He handed me one.
“Didn’t know you were a fag,” he grinned.
“Same,” I smiled back, raising my bottle to him. “I’m going to fuck that pretty round ass.”
“Yeah,” he laughed, taking a long, slow drink. “But first we’re gonna dance.”
We danced until they closed the place down. Then I took him out for breakfast, and we went back to my place. His kisses tasted like beer and chorizo. The smooth brown skin of his chest and ass and the hot flesh of his thick uncut cock were everything that looks had promised and more. We fucked and sucked until dawn, then we collapsed in each other’s arms on the bed. My AC still didn’t work worth shit, and it was still hotter than hell, but I asked him to spend the day anyway. We fucked again when we woke up and once more, after dinner, before we went to work.
Martin and I still don’t talk about dick on the job. But we hang out at lunch, and we catch the Dodgers games together. Sometimes we even catch a matinee on days when we want to sleep in AC that fucking works. And every Wednesday night, we go to Chico. Every Wednesday night, I tip his hot homeboy ass while he dances. Then I take him home and fuck him till we both hear the fucking angels sing. The San Gabriel Valley won’t ever be WeHo. But thanks to Chico, East L.A. is now my kind of place. And I fuckin’ love it.
I SUCKED OFF AN IRAQI SNIPER
Natty Soltesz
When I was a sophomore in college I got a job bussing tables at a Syrian restaurant. One of the cooks was named Hannad and he was from Iraq. He scared the shit out of me. He was built like a brick shithouse, with crude tattoos lining his hands and powerful arms. He had a handsome but rough face, and he was missing some of his teeth.
He made no effort to hide his dislike of me. Every time I came back into the kitchen he would fix me with an intense, hostile gaze. He told people that he’d been a sniper in the Iraqi Army. I had no doubt that he’d killed—you could see it in his eyes—and I was a skinny, white, gay boy who’d never done anything worse than shoplifting. I dreaded every encounter with him.
I worked there for more than three years and eventually I became a waiter, which meant a lot more interaction with Hannad, and I guess we reached a sort of truce. He wasn’t my friend, but he wasn’t set on intimidating me anymore, either.
Then one night I was out at a bar with some friends when I spotted him off in the corner. Feeling bold because I was buzzed, I walked over to him and said hi. We started having an actual conversation, and I realized, as it got later and we got drunker, that he was flirting with me. He pointed to a girl in a red dress, said something about the color red then showed me, by lowering the waistband of his nylon pants, that he was wearing red underwear. It was a pretty obvious overture and it made me half hard. When the bar let out he said, “You come with me.”
I thought we’d go back to his place but instead he took me to a diner, like we were on some weird date. He said that there were Iraqi men who performed songs about loving young boys. I was twenty-one at the time, but I had a boyish, innocent look, and I guess he responded to that.
We went back to his apartment and ended up on his bed. I rubbed his soft dick through the crotch of his pants. As he got erect he kissed me roughly. He was all brute strength, throwing me back on the bed and holding me down with one arm while he stripped. He took out his cock, which wasn’t anything spectacular but was hard. I blew him for a while, and then he wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t used to getting fucked, but I was too afraid to say no to him, so I let him hold me back on the bed and toss my legs over my head. He did not take his time—it hurt like hell. He was rough and unforgiving, and after a while I had to make him stop. I finished by sucking him off and letting him cum all over my face.
After that night, we got along famously. He drafted me as his workout partner and I joined his gym. After my first weight-lifting lesson we went back to his place and sat on the couch, pleasantly tired and weak muscled. He put on some porn, and eventually I reached over to feel his erect cock. I took it out—it was dank and sweaty—and leaned over to blow him. I had more fun this time; I felt more relaxed with him. I held on to his balls—he wouldn’t let me get anywhere near his ass—and sucked his little cock for all it was worth. He blew a load in my mouth, and all the while a cheesy studio portrait of him and his girlfriend beamed down at us from the mantel.
The next time, we’d been out drinking and had gone back to his place even though his girlfriend was home. He had a couch and a TV set up in the basement, and I got on my knees before him there and sucked his cock and swallowed his cum while his girlfriend slept upstairs.
One time I was with him when he fucked a girl. He wanted me to join in, but I just wasn’t into it. I got behind him and watched him fuck. He had his boxer shorts on but I pulled them down so I could look at his muscled ass. He hated that. He pulled them up but I just pulled them back down, watching his firm butt thrusting while I jacked off and came into my hand.
He fucked me once more, this time after a party at his apartment where the only guests were me and an extremely drunk straight friend of his. After his friend passed out Hannad took me into the bedroom and bent me over. I was more into the idea of getting fucked than I had been the first time, but I still couldn’t take it for very long. I was (and still am) a lousy bottom; it just took me a while to realize it.
Through it all we became genuine friends. He told me sad stories about Iraq, like how they used to drug him when he was in Saddam’s army to make him a better killer. He’d come to America when the U.S. Army recruited him after the first Gulf War, but he missed Iraq badly. I was with him in the weeks leading up to the 2003 invasion of Iraq, and he was visibly, understandably disturbed. I lost contact with him when I changed jobs. Last I heard he made it back to Iraq, and I sure hope he’s okay. Underneath all his aggression he was a genuinely sweet guy who’d been through enough.
I DREAMT
Shane Allison
I dreamt of getting finger-fucked. I dreamt of pierced nipples. I dreamt that my asshole was the size of a tennis ball. I dreamt of leather cock rings and big pink dicks. I dreamt I was bound with extension cord, gagged with stinking, sweaty socks. I dreamt of Jeff Mann raping my butt. I dreamt I was gagging off his cum. I dreamt I drank his piss. I dreamt of frat boy circle jerks, all those dicks coming on my face. I dreamt of passing my ass around to gangbangers and liking it. I dreamt of musky white Irish asses and bathhouse floors slippery with semen. I dreamt of well-hung go-go boys, dollar bills hanging from their G-strings. I dreamt of Tom sucking peanut butter and Cheez Whiz off my
dick. I dreamt that I was drenched in piss. I dreamt of the asses of biker dudes hanging out of leather chaps. I dreamt that my face was being smothered in ripe armpits. I dreamt of calloused hands of brutes tugging at my hips. I dreamt of one big brute dick after another taking it out on my ass. I dreamt of jacking off with chocolate sauce.
I dreamt of getting fisted by old men. I dreamt of cum being licked out of the assholes of gay porn stars. I dreamt of lean, lithe Chelsea boys. I dreamt of blond fur around assholes. I dreamt of shaved balls and thick strings of cum in beards. I dreamt I had a fetish for the gym shorts of sweaty teenage boys. I dreamt I was getting the best blow job ever. I dreamt of a butt plug slathered with Vaseline. I dreamt that I found a white hair in my pubes. I dreamt that there was nine inches of dick past these lips. I dreamt that my ass was raw and tender from a spanking Simon gave me and afterward he fucked me till I saw stars. I dreamt of Emanuel’s warm asshole. I dreamt that my daddy caught me jacking off while I watched gay porn.
I dreamt that Chris had orange hair. I dreamt that I ate his ass so good, his toes curled. I dreamt of my lips around his dick. I dreamt that he was smiling sadistically at me as I blew him. I dreamt I had a pussy. I dreamt of the sweet foreskin of Latino men. I dreamt of beefy, bubbled asses. I dreamt of asses with beauty marks, birthmarks and freckles. I dreamt of pimpled asscheeks too. I dreamt of dicks hanging from the zippers of a farmer’s overalls. I dreamt of teardrop piss slits and dick heads glossy with lubricant. I dreamt of French tickler rubbers and the scuffed knees of Brazilian boys. I dreamt of giving blow jobs in the bathrooms of college libraries. I dreamt of Dean’s sweaty ass. I dreamt of whips, cuffs and alligator tit clamps. I dreamt of wet, naked men toweling off in Montgomery Gym showers, dicks hanging for the attention of a man’s mouth. I dreamt I drugged some Mexican boy and fucked him while he was unconscious. I dreamt of cocks being shoved under dividers. I dreamt of a butt cupped in hands as it rode a stiff dick. I dreamt of that same stiff dick bulging in tight jeans. I dreamt of hands forcing my head in stinking baseball stadium pissers. I dreamt of buttcheeks like valleys. I dreamt of giving head in the bathrooms of mall food courts. I dreamt of the warm mouth of a married construction worker. I dreamt of a cute twink in camouflage cutoffs. I dreamt of thick lips on white boys. I dreamt that I was getting fisted by Robert Mapplethorpe. I dreamt of punks and skater boys with tattooed cocks. I dreamt of perfectly pedicured toes being sucked and worshiped. I dreamt of standing on toilets, watching the action overhead from my stall. I dreamt of cum being spat out in a pool of commode water. I dreamt of teeth brown from chewing tobacco behind a handlebar mustache. I dreamt of dicks sweeter than pussy. I dreamt of muscular bicycle thighs, cum sticky in crotch hair. I dreamt of rim chairs. I dreamt of dick rings. I dreamt of slurped boners. I dreamt of sweaty balls stuffed in my mouth. I dreamt of sugar daddies that would pay me anything for a good time.
I dreamt of daddy-bear dick up my Floridian butt. I dreamt of big bellies and flat asses. I dreamt of enemas filled with a trucker’s piss. I dreamt of Doug’s pierced dick. I dreamt of the steel clanging against my molars. I dreamt that I was bound and gagged by Catholic priests. I dreamt I was the prison bitch of a white supremacist. I dreamt of writing endless poems about Jarret’s dick until my fingers bled. I dreamt of being tied up, slapped around. I dreamt of Jonathan saying, “Suck that cock.” I dreamt of a guy coming through a glory hole. I dreamt Ma found my stash of porn mags in my desk, and I woke up in a cold sweat. I dreamt of eating the ass of my American Lit. professor. I dreamt of waistbands of boxers showing from the waistlines of jeans. I dreamt of abducting men, throwing them in my van with tinted windows, taking them to a place no one knows about and raping their mouths and butts. I dreamt of well-hung insurgents. I dreamt of giving terrorists blow jobs in exchange for the lives of passengers on United 93. I dreamt of swallowing Bush’s poisonous Republican semen if he would give up the presidency. I dreamt of sucking off Hitler in order to save the lives of millions of Jews. I dreamt of eating his ass if he promised to close the concentration camps. I dreamt of the sweaty assholes of Iranian soldiers. I dreamt of drinking piss to save the lives of gay Iraqis.
I dreamt of cowboys in ten-gallon hats with ten-inch dicks. I dreamt of a doctor armed with latex gloves exploring my asshole. I dreamt of semen staining the wedding rings of married men. I dreamt of offering blow jobs to L.A. gangs in exchange for automatic weapons. I dreamt of a hairy ass under panty hose. I dreamt of balls banging against my butt. I dreamt I was lying naked on a bed of black leather jackets. I dreamt of a stark-raving mad scat queen. I dreamt of James Franco naked on a poster. I dreamt of shooting off in a white tube sock. I dreamt of belt buckles clanging against tiled floors. I dreamt of hands pushed down into slacks. I dreamt that my dick was thicker than a kielbasa sausage. I dreamt of jacking off under my bedcovers. I dreamt of puckered rectums. I dreamt of stainless steel dildos and chain restraints. I dreamt of Matt all macho and butch. I dreamt of being pimped out to dirty truckers. I dreamt of legs being propped upon shoulders while getting fucked. I dreamt of all the countless assholes I’ve rimmed. I dreamt of video cameras hidden in my bedroom closet. I dreamt of boys talking dirty to me in Brazilian accents. I dreamt of nipples bigger than dinner plates. I dreamt of snorting coke off the torsos of twinks in a Burger King bathroom.
I dreamt of well-hung dicks with lots of veins. I dreamt that Anthony shot off on my green bedroom carpet. I dreamt that Bobby and I were high and drunk. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was sucking his dick. I dreamt of Michael’s country butt. I dreamt of Jared screaming when I shoved the first couple of inches of dick up his ass. I dreamt that Quentin gave me teeth while he blew me. I dreamt I was fucked up on coke and booze while getting fucked by total strangers.
I dreamt of pretty light-skinned dicks. I dreamt of gorgeous Cuban cocks. I dreamt of puddles of piss on the floors of sex clubs. I dreamt that my ass was sprinkled with baby powder. I dreamt of smoked link sausages, bananas, cucumbers, carrots, corn dogs and dill pickles. I dreamt my asscrack was wet with spit and sweat. I dreamt of the muscles of security guards tight under blue polyester. I dreamt that I was spread-eagle in the back rooms of leather bars, nameless, faceless men waiting to fuck my butt. I dreamt that I was bent over a spanking bench, ten to twenty lashes across my ass with a leather riding crop. I dreamt of standing in a pit, men gathered around me and spitting in my mouth. I dreamt I was puking cum under a plum tree. I dreamt that I was such a cum slave. I dreamt that my tongue was down a drag queen’s throat. I dreamt of nipple rings. I dreamt that my dick was slathered with coconut-scented hair grease.
I dreamt of hard dicks in smoke-gray warm-ups. I dreamt of Omair’s long, curly hair. I dreamt I kissed the purple scar above Surachart’s groin. I dreamt I was jacking off to Matty jacking off naked on his bed. I dreamt of Noel’s ass in the air as he blew his boyfriend, Eric. I dreamt of sniffing Daniel’s sweaty shorts after a long jog. I dreamt of soap lather trickling down into his German pubes. I dreamt of blowing my professors for an A. I dreamt of dicks that curved in a weird way. I dreamt of having phone sex with this guy I went to high school with. I dreamt that I was getting blown on a park picnic table by a cross-dresser. I dreamt of a young black boy naked on the toilet, jacking off. I dreamt of old men cruising for dick in stalls. I dreamt of a single blue eye looking at me through a glory hole. I dreamt of junior high locker rooms that smelled of ass. I dreamt of monks naked under their robes.
I dreamt of big-dick Chippendale dancers. I dreamt of rimming Paul’s ass, drunk off coconut rum in my dream. I dreamt of sucking off Ishmael in an orange stall. I dreamt of someone’s cum trickling down my arm. I dreamt of slurping boners. I dreamt of cum on lips. I dreamt that I sucked off three dicks in a bathroom infamous for cruising. I dreamt you took it out on my flesh. I dreamt of strawberry tongues lapping at musky assholes. I dreamt I had a dick of death. I dreamt of dick-cheese curdled in a blanket of foreskin. I dreamt of fist-fucking, my arm all the way up some guy’s
ass to the elbow. I dreamt I was sucking Bryan off in the front seat of my car. I dreamt I was shrimping toes. I dreamt I was getting off on the smell of men’s underwear. I dreamt there was something sticky on my belly. I dreamt of you feeding me Belgian waffles in bed, Matt. I dreamt of macho butch boys taking it out on my flesh. I dreamt of a pair of lips that curved just so. I dreamt of a firm ass in tight black jeans. I dreamt of gagging off a dick in a dark booth that reeked of fresh cum.
I dreamt of being cock-teased in a gym shower. I dreamt that I tapped my foot and got a blow job for it. I dreamt of being surrounded by huge Blatino dicks. I dreamt that all these men that cruised tearooms lusted after me and no one else. I dreamt of college-age hard-ons. I dreamt that I was slathered in grape jelly. I dreamt that I was picking blond pubic hairs off my tongue. I dreamt that I had a knife held to my throat while being raped. I dreamt of an ass tightening around my dick. I can’t remember what he looked like. I dreamt of toothless silver daddies giving me good head. I dreamt of nappy pubic hairs. I dreamt of silk panties soft across my dick and balls. I dreamt of Chelsea boys prying my asscheeks apart. I dreamt of cum dripping from a married man’s lips. I dreamt of bloodshot blue eyes staring up at me, a mouth filled with dick. I dreamt that I was hung like a donkey. I dreamt I was a porn star. I dreamt I could fit two dicks up my ass. I dreamt of all these men standing in line waiting to fuck me. I dreamt I was in a hot basement with lots of men, all of them grabbing at each other’s dicks. I dreamt of an ass that was as white as milk. I dreamt of a place that stank of poppers. I dreamt that James Franco and I were fuck-buddies. I dreamt that I was handcuffed naked to my bed with an anal plug up my ass. I dreamt I was slathered in Crisco. I dreamt that a wrinkled ass was bent to my dick. I dreamt of wet, sticky fingers traipsing along my lips. I dreamt of cum trickling down stall walls. I dreamt that I was being fucked good and hard. I dreamt that someone was fucking me nice and slow. I dreamt of a black dildo being shoved up a white ass. I dreamt I came in Travis’s mouth when he told me not to. I dreamt of big balls in my face. I dreamt of uncut dicks with mushroom heads. I dreamt of supple buttcheeks. I dreamt that I was pulling some hustler’s hair as I fucked him. I dreamt I was in a porn video sucking dicks to the balls. I dreamt I was getting gang-banged by she-males. I dreamt of getting an anonymous blow job in the basement of an adult video store. I dreamt of grown men dressed in diapers and bonnets.
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