The following story is property of the author. It involves sex between consenting adult men. If this type of sex is offensive to your sensibilities, well then that's too bad. I really don't care. But it would probably be best if you stopped reading now. (Of course, you might want to ask yourself why you're here on Nifty in the first place, reading this stuff. Grin.)
What follows happened a long time ago when I was in my early twenties. I think. It might have just been a dream. Or a fantasy involving a guy I had a crush on. No matter. It's still a hot story.
Bong Bang
It's Friday night and I just want a toke. I need something to relax me after rough week. But my stash is gone and I'm between paychecks. What to do?
Then I think of Danny T, a friend and old school mate. (What was his last name? Trujillo? Trevero? Something that started with a T.) So I hop into my musty-green Datsun B210 and head crosstown to his place off Rose Avenue. Ten minutes later I'm there.
Parking isn't too bad. I only have to go around the block once before I find a space just up the street and park my car. I'm just getting out when I spot a couple of guys leaving Danny's half of the duplex where he lives. I recognize one as a friend of a friend who, rumor has it, deals weed. That's a good sign, I think.
I mosey up to Danny's front doorstep. It's a balmy night and he's left the front door open behind the screen door. I can see his apartment inside; kind of messy with empty beer bottles on the coffee table. I knock on the screen door and call out his name. "Danny?"
He appears from his kitchen to the right. "Terry? Hey man, how you doin'? Come on in." I open the screen door and go in. "Wanna beer?" he asks.
He's standing there barefoot, just wearing a pair of light blue – almost see-through – cotton shorts, holding out a beer to me. I'm a bit startled; I haven't seen this much of his body since high school gym class. He's filled out nicely in the years since and is nicely proportioned, with pale almost flawless skin to contrast with his curly jet-black shoulder length hair. His chest is hairless and he's been trying to grow a beard, but his Latino genes aren't cooperating. All he had to show for it are fuzzy long sideburns and a sparse Vandyke-like goatee.
"Ah... sure" I say and he hands me the beer. He turns around. I watch his ass bounce with each step as he heads back into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and gets himself another beer. It's strange. In high school my crushes had always been on the jocks. Danny was just the funny Latino kid who always hung out with us. But here he is, almost naked and I can't help but notice.
He comes back from the kitchen and we head to the living room. He flops down on the couch and I take a seat in the chair opposite, next to the coffee table. "So, Terry boy. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?" he asks. He leans back against the sofa, putting his arms behind his head showing off his sweaty pits. The smell of him suddenly hits me like a ton of bricks. It's a raunchy, sexy smell. I can feel myself getting hard.
"Actually...I...uh..." I stammer and try to collect myself, "I was hoping to score a little weed, but I'm low on funds." I smile and look him in the eye. "Can you maybe roll me a joint and I'll pay you back next week?"
He shakes his head. "No can do. I only have a little left. But I can offer you a toke or two from my bong."
I shrug. "Okay." But I think it's odd. Hadn't I just seen...what was his name again, that `friend of a friend'? Jeff? Jim? Something like that. Danny leans forward and to the side and pulls out a small plastic film roll container and a water bong from under the table to the side of the sofa. When he does that I admire his ass again...and notice what looks like a wet spot right where...right where his asshole should be! I struggle to say something.
"Didn't I just see that friend of Julie's, the one who sells weed?" I ask.
"You mean Joey?" Danny asks me. He puts the bong on the coffee table and opens the plastic film roll container. He pours the contents out on a magazine cover. He's right. He really doesn't have much weed left. "Yeah he was just here. With a friend. They..." he pauses, looks up at me and grins. "They hung out here for a bit." He goes back to the task at hand, quickly cleaning the weed and packing it into the bong.
"Now, where's that lighter?" He looks around then leans forward and digs around under that side table. I see his beefy butt again. Yeah, he does have a wet spot on his shorts! A moment later he's found the lighter and turns back to the coffee table. He uses it to light the weed and takes a big hit off the bong then hands both to me. I do the same. We repeat. He lights and takes a hit. Then me. And once more for good measure until the last of his weed is just ash.
A few minutes pass. I'm sitting in the chair next to him, my eyes closed feeling the effects of the weed slowly flowing through me. I take a tug off my beer.
"So, is that all you came for?" His voice sounds far away. I open my eyes. He's lying back against the sofa, his beer in one hand and his other arm behind his head. And he's staring at me. "The weed, I mean. Is that all you came for?" Jesus! I think maybe he's hitting on me!
Well you know how weed seems to blow away your inhibitions? It seems to blow away mine. So I go for it. Boldly.
I lean forward and look him straight in the eyes. "What else are you offering?" For a moment he seems to be at a loss for words. Then he smiles.
"Depends. What did you have in mind?"
"Dude." It's my turn to smile. "You've got wet spot on your ass."
"What!" He sits bolt upright and reaches down to feel around between his legs. He finds the wet spot. "Shit!"
"So did Jim and his friend...I mean Joey and his friend..." I leave the rest unsaid. Danny looks at me and just nods. That's it for me and I start laughing. "You are SO busted!"
But he isn't laughing. He isn't mad, but he isn't laughing. He just shrugs then leans back on the sofa looking at me. I realize he's looking down at my crotch. I look down as well and I realize I have a hard-on and he can see it. I stop laughing and look back at him. A moment passes and I reach out and place my hand on his leg just above his knee. His skin feels hot to the touch. He doesn't pull away.
"Close the front door." I do as he asks; I get up and close the door. From behind me I hear the sofa creak. "I'll be right back." I turn to see Danny go into his bedroom. A moment later he's back with a jar of Vaseline and a little brown bottle of poppers. He plops back onto the sofa on his back. In an instant he's shucked off his blue shorts and is naked. He has a nice uncut cock, already stiffening up lying against his belly in a nice bush of soft black hair.
I kick off my shoes, unbutton and step out of my 501s (I'm going commando) and take off my t-shirt. No foreplay is needed; I am already hard. My cock bobs as I walk across the room. Danny bends his legs at the knees and arches his back slightly. He reaches for the Vaseline, scoops some out and dabs the greasy stuff around his puffy pink asslips. His wet, cummy and now freshly lubed hole is awaiting my rampant cock. I lie between his legs and he pulls them around my hips. My balls are already pulled tight in anticipation and I ache to feel his wet muscle-lined flesh close around my hard cock. I eagerly anticipate adding my semen to the semen already there.
Danny reaches over and grabs the bottle of poppers. He unscrews the lid and offers me some. I shake my head. "Not right now. But keep it handy." He shrugs and takes a couple of whiffs and screws the lid back on.
I press the plum shaped helmet of my cock against his puffy pink asslips, jabbing repeatedly then withdrawing to feel the elasticity of his portal as it opens and closes. I feel the tight ring of muscle close behind the head of my cock. I hear Danny sigh; he's feeling the rush of the poppers. He has pushed himself up onto my cock, grabbing me with the muscle of pleasure between his legs. I look into his face. A sly grin registers on both our faces as I slowly ease myself inside him. He winces a bit then whimpers and I feel his swollen balls come to rest in the nest of hair at the top of my cock.
His muscled ring squeezes the base of my cock as I become fully sheathed in his hot moist flesh. I begin hammering into him. Not many bottoms can take my thickness with ease and Danny seems to struggle a moment. But right now this is not about Danny. This is about me. Joey and his friend have already made him ready for me; I can hear their semen squelching as Danny's ass swallows my cock over and over. He's now hard and his cock and balls flail wildly as I take my pleasure. He whimpers as I long dick him, going as deep as I can, passing the head of my cock through that inner ring and feeling it snap shut behind the corona, and then snap shut again as I pull back a few inches. I short dick him, making sure to tease the nerves near the head of my cock as I feel the nub of his inflamed prostate on the underside of my hard cock. We never lose eye contact. This is not making love. This is rutting. This is lust at its best. He is becoming my sex toy as I am becoming his. He is becoming my masturbation device and I am becoming his. This is raw pleasure.
Danny unscrews the poppers again and looks at me. This time I nod my assent. He lifts the bottle to my nose and I take two big whiffs. Then he takes a couple and recaps the bottle.
Danny reaches down and begins to stroke himself beneath me. I shove my cock deeply inside him again and again. Then we both moan as we begin to feel the rush of the poppers; my heart starts to pound and I have a desperate urge to feel that indescribable moment of ecstasy and release. I do some quick rabbit-fucking jabs into his gut, rubbing the super sensitive head of my cock against his prostate some more. His hand becomes a blur on his cock. His balls stop dancing with his stroking and pull tight against his body. He suddenly lets loose a huge volley of semen, spraying both himself and me with white goo as he moans and whimpers through his own release.
"I'm cumming," he whispers softly, thrusting his hips upward with me still imbedded inside him. My body and cock follow him up and come back down with him.
"I know you are," I assure him. "I'm almost there too." We both ride through his orgasm as my cock swells with the intense pleasure of loving myself using his flesh and feeling his muscled ring spasming and squeezing my cock. He continues to moan and I push deeper; finally I fall over the edge.
I am immobile and burrowed inside him as the first ropes of my semen travel down the thick urethra of my cock and flood his already cream-filled colon. I lean down and kiss Danny, slipping my tongue in his mouth as deep as I have my cock in his ass. And then I begin ramming myself again and again into his spasming hole, my cock pulsing and spewing out my seed. I feel it swim in an abundance of man seed as semen spills out of him and cascades down my nutsack onto the sofa beneath us. I suck his breath from him one last time, and then fall, satiated on top of him, lying in the puddle of cum between us, my face buried in his neck.
"Fuck" I hear him say. I lift up my head and look up at him. We're both panting, sweaty from our lustful copulation. I feel his repeated squeezing of my softening cock that still impales him.
"We just did" I say. And we both giggle like little school girls. I start to feel myself shrink inside him. I lift up and look down at the connection between us. My slick and cum-covered cock is surrounded by his sweet pink asslips, all puffy and pulled out; clinging to me like a mouth that doesn't want to let go of a sweet and delicious sucker.
I pull back just a bit...and I plop out. My cock now lies heavily on his thigh, all thick and slimy and happy. Danny reaches down and his fingers caress the muscled ring, feel the seed dribbling from his pucker and scoop some up. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them.
"Dude" I whisper to him. "That is so fucking nasty." Then I grin. "Let me have some." He reaches back down, scoops some more of the leaking semen, and brings his fingers up to my mouth. Now it's my turn to lick them. And I do. And then his mouth meets mine and we're licking them together. Now we're kissing. And now I'm starting to get hard again.
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