USC Nights
A tale based on actual experience By Billy Jay Dee
My last night at USC found me standing on the back patio of the Faultline. Leaning on the railing at the foot of the stairs I admired some guys on the bandstand above. A friendly elbow jostled me. It was a guy I'd met at the beginning of happy hour. He introduced me to a friend. We three talked over our beers while eyeing the parade of beefcake coming out the back door of the bar.
One in particular caught my eye - a tall friendly looking guy with spikish blonde-brown hair. I smiled.
He smiled. I decided he was worth a second look. He decided I was worth one. Then the current of man-flesh carried him away to the bar backwaters of the patio and the flow turned into a crush of tightly packed bodies. I figured I'd get over there eventually.
"So, you guys come here more often than I do - " I began. My acquaintance nodded towards his friend who leaned towards his ear in particular. "Maybe you can tell me about some people around here."
"Who?" they asked excitedly.
"How about the giant by the bar?" To say he was built like a football player doesn't tell how beefy he was on top of muscular. Nice big firm round ass, thighs like pilings, pecs the size of halved watermelons, arms thick and more muscular than my legs. He was black, with none of the stereotypic Bobby Blake attitude. He'd been positively friendly to me and the other adoring men he'd spoken to so far tonight. Only he'd seemed a bit distant, like he was standing on a mountain looking down at us. I'm 6'1" and this guy had made me feel short.
"Sorry," came the answer.
"How about the guy with the red beard on the bandstand behind us?"
They looked up. "Jack?"
"Isn't he with someone tonight?"
"No - "
"Who'd he come with, his brother?"
"Nah. You want to meet him? Jack!"
As I turned to get introduced I turned right into the arms of a dark haired broad shouldered guy coming down with hand extended towards me. "I wanted to introduce myself."
I grimaced, smiled, laid my right hand on the firm round belly clothed in a tight navy polo shirt that revealed black chest hair at the collar.
"Just a minute," I whispered and reached up for Jack's hand. Jack glanced at the person making introductions with a perplexed expression. The dark-haired guy slipped by me down the steps. His right hand had slid along my waistline as he'd moved and it still rested there. I could feel his chest and belly laying up against my back. "Hi," I called to Jack. I winked and shook his hand before turning once again into the raven-haired one's hairy arms. He was a little shorter than me, but not much.
"Hi, I'm Ben." (As in ben' me over the edge of the bed twice, ben' me over the bathroom sink, ben' me over in the shower three times.) With flattery, the smile of delight on his lips and the enthusiasm of his round brown eyes convinced me to follow when he suggested we find a quiet spot in the bar to talk. I smiled weakly and shrugged to my newfound friends as Ben took me by the hand and led me to the darkened interior of the bar. Talk is not what happens in the dark end of the Faultline. This is where horn-dogs take their "dates" when it's late and everyone's drunk. I've seen some great jerk off session, group gropes and blowjobs in the dim light. Okay, I participated a little one night, too. Ben took me in his arms.
"Okay, before we go any further. I've got to go to the bathroom."
"Me, too."
He beat me to the line and got into the double urinals before I did. I replaced him there and then talked over my shoulder to him as he stood outside where the line formed. Someone replaced the guy at the other urinal. It was the talk friendly looking guy with the spiked hair. He'd come to find me
"Hi," I said while still carrying on an intermittent conversation with Ben. He had his large eight-incher out and in full view for my approval as he smiled back. I was a little dumbstruck as to what to say.
"You're the guy that walked by..." He winked and admitted he was. I apologized that I had to go.
"Ready to go, Ben?" I asked after we'd cleared up a few details. As we headed for the door still figuring out who was going to do what to whom. He asked me to wait a moment so he could say "bye" to a friend.
"Hi, again." The friendly spike-hair sneaked up on me again.
"Hi."
"Looks like you are leaving," he said, glancing toward Ben.
"Bummer."
"I'm Keith. "
"Bill."
He took another look at the busy Ben and kissed me passionately on mouth.
"Too bad."
"Damn!" I mumbled more to me than he, "when it rains it pours."
On the drive to my hotel, Ben was full of instructions on what worked best and what he liked best and what we should do. He asked my HIV status and continued with the fact he preferred bareback and was confident as a top that he hadn't gotten anything. When we got to the room we crashed around the entryway kissing passionately, until he suggested we hit the bed. I lead the way across the room, slipped out of my shorts and tee shirt, then sat buck naked onto the bed we'd already pulled the blankets from. He stepped out of his shorts. His cock popped straight out at me from a nest of sparse black pubic hair. It was short and thick with a big purplish head. The shaft was wider than it was thick and hard to the tentative touch of my right hand. The skin was taunt and brown. I extended my tongue and lowered my watering lips for a taste.
"Want to put this on?" Ben said offering a condom. "Oh, you want to suck it first. That would be okay."
He was clean and virtually favorless, adding to the impression of stone hardness. I smiled up appreciately after a few licks and a deep throat.
"Okay roll over and hang off the edge of the bed." His low voice had turned husky.
He lifted up by my hips and told me to get a pillow to put under my belly.
"The head of my dick is really big and most guys can't take it at first. So, I'll just put it in and leave it there a sec."
When he did, I gasped.
"It'll be okay. Just give it a second. What muscular shoulders you have," he said pinning me down. "And strong arms, too," he added as his hairy paws slid down to grasp my struggling hands.
The pain wasn't letting up, so I grunted and shoved my ass further onto his cock.
"Fuck me a little bit, now," I told Ben.
He took a few tentative strokes, which did nothing to spread the pain out. "Fuck me harder," I told him.
He stroked deeper but just as slowly, until the eighth one when I could honestly say it felt good. Then he began deep long lunges as far up my poop chute as he could go, pulling his meat almost all the way out on each stroke. He was controlling my hips and kept up a long slow fuck.
"Let's see how messy it is down here," he said as he looked down and almost pulled his cock all the way out.
"Not bad." And he went back to fucking. Eventually my butt juice, the lube and his cock's thorough scouring of my guts did make a mess and Ben went to the bathroom to clean up. Still belly down on the bed I enjoyed the warm burn in my butt as I watched his brown round furry ass head for the bathroom.
"Why don't you join me?" he invited.
We climbed up into the shower stall, thoroughly soaping and rinsing my messy ass and his still hard cock.
"Bend over," he said as I leaned to turn off the shower. He was right back up my butt.
"Hey, check this out." He slid the shower curtain forward and there we were in the mirrored wall above the sink opposite. The only thing you couldn't see was our ankles. He had my right ass cheek pried back so he could watch his thick dick plunge in and out of my asshole in the mirror. He couldn't maintain that position long and suggested we go back to bed.
He kissed me at the bedside.
"You are really good," I told him.
"You're not falling in love with me, are you?" he joked and then bent me over the mattress again and plowed into my butt for a long fuck section before it got messy and again and we were back to the shower for more washing and fucking.
"Bed again?" Only this time when we got there he flung himself on his back. I straddled him and crawled up his lean brown frame as though herding my dick towards his lips, then grabbed his standing cock and shoved it up my descending ass.
"Wow!"
"Yeah. I like doing it this way," I explained. "This way I can fuck your hairy little belly as I'm getting it up the ass." With that I started grinding away. Each stroke of my six-incher across his hairy dimpled abdomen drove my bung hole deeper down the shaft of his cock.
"You're teaching me something I didn't know about." I returned his smile and kept grinding. I don't know if he was worried that I would come or he would, But it was back to the shower for more washing and fucking.
"Bed again?"
Flabbergasted at his stamina and getting sore myself, I guffawed before shrugging in amusement and saying, "Sure."
He was already out the bathroom door. "I'm sorry was there something else you wanted to do?"
"I'd like to see you cum."
"I'll have to leave then. Is that okay?" I promised him I wouldn't feel hurt.
"Okay, bend over".
We stood in the entryway of the motel room, up against the door. He plunged in again admiring the show in the closet's mirrored doors.
"It's going to get messy," he growled between heavy breaths. "Lean over the sink." We duck walked into the bathroom again, his cockhead twisting enticingly at my quivering sphincter. His precum was a lubricious addition to the pleasure I felt.
With a series of mild grunts, he finally shot his load up my ass. His thick meat grew even thicker and the bulging head pulsed against my prostate. His big hand pumped quickly on my stiff, drooling rod. As I fired my pent-up cum into the sink, he lowered his grip to press on my orgasm-tightened balls, pulling me hard into his belly and chest.
When he was finally gone, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, satiated, happy.
The End