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Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: Wild Night (M/M)
Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 21:10:04 -0500
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Copyright 2000, Robert B. Morton, II, all rights reserved.

Disclaimer

For those individuals not of legal age to read this where they live,
shame on you!  For those folks who may be offended by this writing,
all I can say is caveat lector--you have been warned.  The following
is a work of fiction and the usual statements about bearing any
resemblance to people or places, living or dead, being coincidental,
etc., apply here.


Wild Night, by Rob Morton (M/M)

One

"KISS MY ASS!"

I slammed the door behind me hard enough to rattle the windows.  God,
that woman just flat out pisses me off!  It was bad enough that it was
raining like a bitch - and then the fucking car decides to conk out;
but when I finally get home, soaking wet, I had to listen to Melinda
busting my balls for coming home late?  Oh, hell no!

I was plenty pissed off - but I had enough sense left to know that the
best thing for me to do would be to just get the hell out of the house
for a while.  Which, as an afterthought, wasn't a brilliant idea on my
part; seeing that it was still raining cats and dogs... and I didn't
have a hat or umbrella!  Oh, well, better to get wet than wind up in
jail or something.

Normally, when Melinda and me had one of our fights, I'd take a walk
through the park until I cooled down; however, the downpour didn't
exactly make for a cheery romp did it?  My eyes started scanning my
surroundings, looking for a safe haven so I could lay low until I
cooled off.  I was just about to admit defeat and go back home when I
caught sight of a sign that said, "Goodies - Bar and Grill."  Well, a
drink or two wouldn't hurt.  I hustled inside, stopping just inside
the door to shake the excess water from my already soaked coat.

The dimly lit bar smelled of alcohol and smoke; my nose wrinkled at
the sour smell but I didn't let it bother me too much as I took a seat
at the bar, waving the bartender over.

"What'll you have?" the guy asked, placing a bar napkin in front of
me.

"Let me have a Manhattan," I answered, using the napkin to wipe some
of the water out of my eyes.  "No, wait a minute - make that a
double!"

"Coming right up," the barkeep said with a smile.  Before going off to
fill my order, he reached under the counter and produced a clean
towel, handing it to me.

"Thanks," I said gratefully, reminding myself to leave the guy a
decent tip.  I spent the next couple of minutes drying my head and
face the best I could, handing the bartender the sopping-wet towel
with an appreciative smile as he set my drink down in front of me.  I
took a big sip of my drink, grimacing as the double shot of booze
burned its way down my throat and into my belly, creating a nice warm
feeling.

A guy sat down next to me at the bar as I knocked back the rest of my
drink and waited for the bartender to come over.

"Hell of a night out there, isn't it?" the guy asked, flashing me a
smile.

"Sure is," I replied, signaling for another drink.

"What brings you out on a night like this?" the stranger asked, using
the towel given him to dry off a little more.

"Argument with the old battle-axe," I grumbled, fishing the cherry out
of my empty glass.

"Must have been some argument," the stranger mused.

"Something like that," I replied as my new drink was placed in front
of me.  I turned my head to look at the guy occupying the stool next
to me as he sipped his drink.  He was a rather handsome man, with
short hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle in the bar's light, with a
firm mouth and chin.

I shuddered for a moment as I realized that the guy sitting next to me
was really attractive - and that I noticed it.  Now, I'm not into boys
or anything like that, although there was a time back in summer camp
when things got a little out of hand - but that was the only time I
had ever participated in anything sexual with males - and then it was
limited to having my dick sucked.

"Gary Hines," the guy said, putting down his drink and extending his
hand.

"Dean Savage," I answered, taking his hand and shaking it, finding his
grip firm.

"Pleased to meet you, Dean," Gary said, flashing his smile at me
again.  "So, the old lady wanted to chew on your ass, huh?"

"Yeah, the bitch," I said, shaking my head.  "Seems like every time
something goes wrong, it's always my fault!"  To my surprise, I told
Gary what had driven me off into the rainy night and he just sat there
listening, his eyes never leaving me.

Normally, such scrutiny would have made me very uncomfortable;
however, for some reason, I didn't feel in the least bit out of sorts
about his gaze or even telling him my business at home.  I finished
telling him my tale and went back to my drink.

"You shouldn't be too hard on her," Gary said, waving to the bartender
for another round.  "She was probably worried about you."

"She sure has a funny way of showing it," I said.  "So, what brings
you out in this mess?"

"Bored, mostly," Gary answered, taking some bills out of his wallet
and laying them on the bar as our drinks arrived.

I reached for my wallet as well, only to get waved off.

"It's on me," Gary said.  "You're money's no good."

I saluted Gary with my glass and he returned it, the two of us lapsing
into silence as we slurped down our drinks.


Two

Gary and I sat and talked about a lot of things, you know, sports,
work - stuff like that.  The bartender was doing a good job of keeping
up with our drinking; not letting our empty glasses sit too long
before replacing them with filled ones.

By the fourth or fifth drink, I was secretly glad that I had walked
here because there was no way I could have driven back home!  Besides,
I was still pissed with my wife and, well, Gary was surprisingly
damned good company.

"Be right back," Gary said with a little groan.  "Gotta pay the water
bill!"

"Sounds like a good idea," I agreed, suddenly feeling my bladder
rebelling against all the liquid I'd consumed.

We made our way to the men's room, sauntering up to the urinals and
recycling the booze.  You know, it's like an unspoken rule between
guys when you're taking a piss - piss, but never peek!  Nevertheless,
I couldn't help from taking a peek, finding myself a little unsteady
and almost falling on my ass.

"Whoa!" Gary said, reaching over with his hand (the one not holding
his cock) to steady me.  As I regained my balance, I had a clear shot
of his dick hanging out of his fly; the sight of the rather large head
and smooth-looking shaft sent a flush of warmth through me.

"Thanks," I managed to slur as I finished my business and zipped up.
"Almost lost it there!"

"I'll say," Gary said, zipping up himself.

We made our way over to the sinks and washed our hands, heading back
to our stools.  As we did so, I couldn't seem to get the image of his
prick out of my head and, damn, I realized I was a little stimulated
by the sight of it.  We sat back down and finished our drinks, both of
us looking at our watches at the same time.

"I hope you're not driving," Gary said.

"Nah, I walked here," I said.

"How about we get the hell out of here?" Gary asked, placing a couple
of tens on the bar.

"And go where?" I asked.  "I'm not about to go home and listen to my
wife bitch me out about being drunk!"

"I don't live far from here; how about we go back to my place, have a
couple more drinks?"

A yellow warning light started flashing in my head - but I was so
bombed that I ignored it, realizing that anything would be better than
having to go home and listen to Melinda's mouth.

"Sure, why not?" I replied finally.

"Great!" Gary said happily.

We gathered our coats and dashed out into the rainy night, hustling
around the corner.  Two blocks later, we arrived at a rather nice
looking apartment building; Gary fished a set of keys out of his
pocket and opened the front door, letting me step inside ahead of him.

"I'm right down the hall," Gary said, pointing the way.  He used
another key to unlock the door, waving me inside.

"Nice place you have here," I said, stepping inside and letting Gary
take my damp coat.

"Thanks!  Make yourself at home and I'll whip up a couple of drinks
for us."

I took a seat on the sofa, continuing to look around the room.  I
couldn't help but think that the way the apartment was furnished seem
to fit Gary, you know, it sort of defined who he was.

"So, what would you like to do?" Gary asked, handing me a lead crystal
tumbler of what smelled like whiskey.

"No idea," I said, mumbling over the lip of my glass.  "You have
anything in mind?"

Well, now that you mention it, I kinda had something in mind," Gary
said softly.

Another series of yellow lights started flickering inside my head as I
turned to look at my host.

"And what might that be?" I asked, suddenly a little nervous.

"Can I be frank with you?"

"Sure."

"To be honest, I wouldn't mind, ah, getting a close-up look at your
dick," Gary said, still smiling that pretty smile of his.

The yellow lights changed immediately to red as Gary's words soaked
into my brain.

"Say what?" I slurred slightly.

"Hey, I admit it - I peeked when we were in Goodies," Gary said with a
little laugh.  "You've got a nice looking cock and, well, I'd like to
see it again.  Besides, I saw you peeking, too!"  I felt my face flush
a little - and it had nothing to do with the booze.

"I'm not into that," I said, my words lacking the strength of
conviction.

"I'm sorry," Gary said, continuing to smile.  "I didn't mean to insult
you or anything, but, damn, I just thought..."

"Thought that I was gay?" I asked.

"No, not that," Gary replied.  "I just thought you wouldn't mind a
little, ah, diversion, that's all.  I guess you'll want to leave now,
huh?"

I sat back and really thought about Gary's offer - well, as much as my
booze-addled brain would allow me.  I thought about my glimpse of his
manhood back in the men's room...

"I haven't done anything like that since I was a teenager in summer
camp," I said, feeling my cock begin to stir.

"That's okay," Gary said softly.  "I'll do all the work; all you have
to do is sit back and enjoy it."

Gary was looking into my eyes the whole time he spoke and I felt like
a deer caught in the headlights as I slowly nodded my head.

"You won't regret it," Gary said, slipping from his place on the sofa
and kneeling before me.  Gently, he reached up and unfastened my belt,
his fingers working surely and deftly as he unfastened my pants and
slip my zipper down, his warm fingers reaching inside my underwear and
freeing my, shit, semi-erect prick.

"I don't believe this is happening," I said as Gary lowered his head
to my cock, flicking his tongue around my glans.  I gasped as his
mouth closed around me, sucking me further into his mouth.

"Mmmm," Gary moaned, using his mouth, lips and tongue to send my
erection raging into fullness.

I could feel his hands on my hips, gently urging me to lift my ass up
so he could pull my pants all the way down; after accomplishing that,
he removed my shoes and pulled my pants free, tossing them aside, all
the while keeping my dick buried deep within his throat.

"Jesus," I whispered as Gary fondled my balls, squeezing them gently
as he continued to make love to my prick.  Oh, this guy was good, too,
taking me deep one moment, toying with my knob the next, never letting
me get too comfortable - but sustaining my level of pleasure.

I suppose Gary was getting uncomfortable being on his knees.  Even
though I had my eyes closed, I could sense him undoing his own pants
and slipping free of them before easing onto the sofa next to me; as
he rearranged himself, he used his very skilled tongue to keep me
occupied, wiping it slowly over my knob.

Once he got comfortable, Gary began sucking me in earnest, his breath
exploding from his nostrils; instinctively, I put my arm around him,
my fingers brushing against his magnificent erection.  I opened my
eyes and look over to where my fingers rested, taking in the sight of
his erect maleness... and I knew I had to taste it.

Gary gave a little complaining moan as I shifted my position, being
careful not to dislodge myself from his magical mouth until my vision
was filled with his beautiful prick.

"You don't have to do this," Gary said from beneath me.

"I know," I replied, closing my mouth on his cock, the taste of his
meat flooding my mouth with strange, yet wonderful, flavors.

I was no cocksucking expert, but I found myself falling into a natural
rhythm, timing my downward thrusts and licks with Gary's until we were
both grunting and snorting like a couple of stallions.  Between the
booze and the stimulation being applied to my cock, I knew it wouldn't
be long before I shot my load...


Three

Gary must have known what I was thinking because he made a circle of
his thumb and forefinger, closing it tightly around the base of my
cock and effectively delaying my ejaculation, allowing me to fully
concentrate on developing my newly acquired skills.  I wasn't sure if
I was giving him the level of pleasure he was giving me, but I was
doing my best!

I could feel Gary's finger toying with my asshole, sending a somewhat
naughty sense of pleasure through me, my cock twitching happily in
response to this new stimuli.  My astonishment grew as I felt Gary's
tongue probing my back hole, slipping just into the tight ring of my
sphincter and sending an incredible wave of pleasure through me.

Before too long, I was pounding my cock into Gary's mouth with
reckless abandon, his finger firmly embedded in my rectum, wreaking
havoc with my prostate.  I could feel my cock beginning to swell, the
telltale feeling welling up from the pit of my stomach...

I tried lifting my bottom half from Gary's mouth, wanting to free my
dick before I cut loose in his mouth; Gary realized what I was trying
to do and grabbed my hips with both hands, forcing me deeper into his
mouth.

I completely lost track of what I was doing with Gary's cock, trying
to contain my impending release and hold onto what was left of my
sanity.  Dimly, I was aware of his cock twitching in my mouth, filling
with that curiously delicious, slightly salty taste.  I heard him
inhale sharply...

....and my mouth was suddenly filled with a warm, thick, and creamy
liquid.  Instinctively, I drew my head back until only the knob of his
spitting cock remained between my lips, Gary's hot sperm filling my
mouth.  I began to gag and swallowed out of pure reflex, feeling the
hot and slimy stuff slide down my throat and into my belly.

Beneath me, Gary released the finger ring grip he had around the base
of my prick, allowing my own dam to burst; white-hot flashes of light
exploded behind my tightly closed eyelids as I emptied myself into
Gary's mouth.  Unlike me, he didn't miss a drop...

We managed to get ourselves untangled and I sat up, doing my best to
catch my breath.  Gary sat up as well; however, instead of coming to
rest on his bottom, he got on his knees, spreading his legs.

"Quickly, while you're still half-hard," Gary gasped.  "Put it in me!"

"Huh?" I said numbly.

"Stick your cock in my ass!  Hurry, before you get too soft!"

Without really knowing why, I did as he asked, taking my sperm-covered
cock and positioning my tender knob at his puckered back entrance.

"Push!  Push hard!" Gary pleaded, shoving his ass back at me.  I
complied, gasping myself as half my cock disappeared easily into his
back hole.

"Ah, yeah," Gary sighed as I humped against him; my cock was growing
harder under the incredible pressure his rectum was applying to me and
it wasn't long before I was fully erect and pumping dick into his guts
like I was an old pro.

"Fuck me, Dean, yeah, that's right, give it to me!" Gary was saying,
somehow getting his hand under him and massaging his cock until it,
too, was proudly erect.

All I could do was grunt and groan; this wasn't that unfamiliar to me
because Melinda let me butt-fuck her every now and then - but that
didn't even come close to what I was feeling now!  I looked down to
see my shaft jutting out of Gary's backside and felt my dick swelling
once more.

"Aw, shit!" I cursed, feeling my cock sending jet after jet of spunk
into Gary's ass, with wave after wave of sinfully delightful pleasure
washing over me, causing my whole body to shake and quiver.


Four

Spent, I pulled out of Gary's ass and sat back, once more trying to
catch my breath.

"That wasn't bad for someone who never did this before," Gary said,
leaning over and giving my belly a kiss, massaging my shrunken cock
gently.

"I guess it's time to return the favor?" I asked, nodding at Gary's
erection.

"Only if you want to," Gary said.  "You've never had this done to you,
have you?"

"No," I confessed, never taking my eyes off his fleshy spear and
knowing I wanted to feel it inside me.  "Let's do it!"

"It's easier if I'm on top," Gary said, spitting into his hand and
applying it to his dick.

"Okay," I said softly, steeling myself for his entrance and knowing it
would hurt like hell.

And it did, too!  As Gary shoved his cock into my ass, I felt a
searing bolt of pain rip through me and my stomach started to heave,
my ass feeling like someone was trying to shove a phone pole up there!

"Just relax," Gary whispered, slowly working his cock into my bowel.
I did as he suggested, willing my body to relax and, as I did so,
Gary's prick slid fully into my rectum.

"Ah, so nice," Gary sighed, pumping dick into my ass with long, slow
strokes.

He was in no hurry and, frankly, I wasn't either.  After the initial
pain had passed, I felt strangely wonderfully and full, like I had to
take a shit or something.  Gary spent several long minutes feeding my
ass his cock before indicating that we get in the floor.

Gary's dick came out of my ass with a wet, plopping sound and, to my
embarrassment, some air that had gotten trapped up there when he
entered me.  We both laughed about it for a moment before Gary
indicated that I lay on my side.

He snuggled up to me spoon-style, sliding his cock back into my bottom
- it was much easier this time.  With his dick fully seated in my ass,
he reached around our joined bodies and started jerking me off in time
with his strokes.

Ah, God, this felt so good!  Even though I wasn't erect yet, I could
feel my prick squirting little loads of cum as Gary teased and poked
my prostate with his thick, beautiful cock.  After a few more strokes,
my cock was painfully erect, straining against Gary's practiced
hand...

The next moments were filled with nothing but near indescribable
pleasure for me; my cock was once again sending out long streams of
pearly spunk, splashing onto the carpeting and running along Gary's
clenched fist as he milked my seed from me.

I felt him growing longer and thicker in my sore bottom; a second
later, I heard him groan loudly, followed by the delicious (did I say
that?) feeling of his sperm flowing hotly into my ass...


Epilogue

I woke up about an hour or so later with Gary's limp cock still firmly
locked into my ass.  Freeing myself, I made a much-needed trip to the
bathroom to empty both my bladder and my bowels, using a handy
washcloth to clean myself up.

When I returned to the living room, I found Gary lying on his back,
his cock lying nicely against his thigh, smiling at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, propping himself up into a sitting position
as I dressed.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I answered, my thoughts a jumbled mass of
conflicting impulses.

"If you don't mind me saying so, you were wonderful," Gary said,
smiling.

"I have to admit that I enjoyed myself, too," I confessed.  "That was
such a rush!"

"You don't have to go," Gary suggested and, really, I didn't want to.

"It's late and I wouldn't be surprised if my wife has the police out
looking for me," I said wryly, slipping my loafers on.

"Look, um, if you don't mind, I wouldn't mind seeing you again," Gary
said.

"I don't know," I said honestly.  "I've got a lot to think about
before I could give you an answer."

"I understand," Gary said, his ever-present smile not fading one bit.
"Here's my number - call me if you change your mind."

"I will," I promised, letting Gary walk me to the door.  To end my
night of surprises, he gave me a tiny kiss on the cheek before closing
the door behind me.

I stepped out into the night, noticing that it had stopped raining.
As I made my way home, I went over in my mind how I was going to
explain my absence to Melinda - I knew she would be livid but, after
what I had just experienced, knowing it didn't bother me as much as it
should have.

I patted the pocket where Gary's number rested as I walked into my
front door, Melinda's screeching voice reaching me before I even got
it closed...

Soon, my friend, soon!

Finis

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