Getting the Best of Beast

Getting the best Of Beast

Jess Du'Prix

This is a true story. It happened quite a number of years ago, but after so much time, I thought it would be safe to share. Names have still been changed... just in case.

Back in the early 90's, I was working as a bartender for one of the trendier restaurants in our part of California. The place was way before it's time, but we served some amazing regional dishes from all over Mexico. I had taken on the post of Bar Manager, because the pay was good, and it gave me a lot of freedom. I managed the floor, easily enough. I made sure the servers were attending the guests. Have the support staff keep the tables and floors clean. Also, make certain that the kitchen crew was not off fucking around, or getting loaded, when we needed them during peek hours.

The restaurant itself, was part of a three building complex. We were connected by a covered alley that ran along the back. It was secured from the outside, but we all had storage and offices along the spine. A strange design, but it worked.

Next to us, was an up-and-coming night club. It had gone through a couple of owners, before settling on a theme. They were busy with the younger crowd, and our business often caught the overflow. Folks would come in and get a couple of street tacos, and a Mexican beer, before hitting the club. Our kitchen folded up just before midnight, so when the neighbors business got to rocking, our patrons had already cleared out. Most nights, I would have excused the last of the staff, and headed back into the offices, to count out the tills and the nightly take.

A little personal history about myself, just to set the mood. I was 25, and stood just under 6'3". I was in peak shape. The guy that I was with, was an armature body builder, so free weights were always at hand. My other half worked for a hospital, in the nursing department, so our hours were often conflicting. A year into our relationship, we decided to open it up. We could sleep with other people, but we were never allowed to `date' anyone else. He'd have his fun while I was working, and vice-versa. We always respected the rules.

July was ugly that year. It was blazingly hot. Long after the sun had set, the temps could still be in the high 90's. We had been having problems with the air-conditioning, and unfortunately, it had driven most of our diners out. It was late on a Sunday night. By the stroke of midnight, all of my team had fled the building. The chefs had stored everything in the coolers, and had vacated, not even taking advantage of the free beer they would get at the end of their shift. I still had things to do, and as I had spoke with my sweetheart earlier that night, I knew he was going to turn in early, in order to make some meetings the next day.

On the patio, I stacked up the chairs, and circled the tables. I also ran the chain though everything and locked it up tight. "Hey buddy, you got a smoke?" I heard a voice from behind me. When I looked up, some homeless guy was climbing over our low stone wall. "We're closed. I need you to climb back over that wall." I said. "I didn't ask if you were open, I asked if you had a fuckin' SMOKE!" He said, and started coming at me with purpose. "Get your ass out of here, NOW, or I'm calling the cops!" I shouted at him. He stopped for a second. "The fuck you will." He said, and took another step towards me. I had just locked the chairs down, so I couldn't use one of them to protect myself. I was stuck there, with fists and little else. I just squared myself and lifted my hands like a boxer, waiting for the fool to get within range of me. "HEY!" A third voice called out. Both of us jumped, but I was familiar with who now shouted. "The man asked you to take your ass over the wall, do it now, before I bust your head!" It was one of the bouncers from the night club. There were three guys that worked security next door. Rick, Beast, and Scorpio. Rick was a total gym rat. He was a little taller than my height, but put together like a brick shit house. His muscles had muscles. Scorpio was a little guy. Well put together, but a cocky, greasy Banty-rooster. He was a male stripper on the side, and rumor had it he was a walking STD. Beast was the biggest of the three. He towered over me by a good five inches. A Pacific Islander with long curly dark hair. It was Beast that was coming to my rescue. Without another thought, the homeless guy vacated, quickly. Beast stood on his side of the low barricade. "You okay, bud?" He asked after the bum had vanished into the dark. I just nodded at him, put my hand to my chest, like my heart was fluttering. "If he comes back, just give me a yell." I gave him the `thumbs up,' and went back inside. I shut everything down, locked up, and killed the lights. I had two register drawers in my hand, and decided to draw a draft of the ice cold Mexican beer we had on tap. Back to the office I went.

30 minutes later, the tills were done. I wrote out the nightly deposit, and was just finishing up. I had drank my beer, so I decided to get another. I was given that kind of freedom from the owners.

When I got back to my desk with a fresh beer, I was surprised by a visitor. "Hey Jess, how you doing?" It was Beast. He stuck his head into the office from around the corner. "Good, man. How's it going on your side?" I asked. He made a rude sound, which told me that his night was as dead as mine. "DJ's sick, so he didn't show. The owner wanted to hook up with this girl, so he tossed me his keys, and told me to lock up." I nodded. "Here, I just poured this, you want it?" I asked, holding the beer up to him. "Fuck yeah, I do." He said, and stepped over to the desk. I then saw that he had his shirt off. Smooth skin, a tribal tattoo over one of his huge pecs. He was wearing black jeans, combat boots, and nothing else. He had his hair pulled back into a pony-tail. He came over to the desk, and sat down beside me on a spare chair. "Thanks." He said, and tipped the glass up to his mouth.

For some reason, watching his throat, just turned me the fuck on. His Adam's Apple bounced up and down as he chugged the beer. I had to watch myself, as I was commando, and wearing a pair of dark chef's pants. The kind that have an elastic waist band, but should you start to sport, there was nothing to really hide your goods. I had left my bistro apron hanging on a coat rack across the room.

Even though it was the early 90's, I was out to just about everyone. And to be honest, not many batted an eye. The bouncers had seen me and my boyfriend, dining at the restaurant before. So, there was never any question about what side of my bread was buttered. He must have seen my blush, because he socked me in the arm, playfully. "Hey, you think you could give me a hand with some boxes? I'd like to get out of this bitch before 2:00 am." He asked. I just nodded at him, put the cash in the safe, and spun the dial. Before I stood up, I indicated that I would follow him back to his store room. When he had his back to me, I was able to quickly adjust myself. The area around us was pretty dark, so I figured I would be well hidden.

I had never been in the back part of their club before, so I was a little taken back, when I saw the steps that led down into a mini cellar. Beast told me that it was the perfect place to store their reserve bottled beer. I followed him down, and saw that the ceilings were low. I had to stoop to go deeper into the tiny room. There were boxes of brew, stacked up. "Just give me six of these. Five of these. And nine of these." He said. "You pull em' and I'll run em.'" I nodded, and watched his big, round, meaty ass as he climbed up the stairs.

I unbuttoned my shirt, and started slinging the boxes. I'd put them over the lip of the entrance, and continued to pull them, until what was left in the store room, was a very hot, very horny bartender. "Sweet!" I heard him say from above. After a few moments, he returned to the cellar, this time, with a bottle of tequila in hand. "A little reward for you." He said. "I can't tip you, I'm broke." I just chuckled, as I took a shot glass from him. He poured it, and I realized that the bottle was also, ice cold. He sat on the steps that led up, and I planted myself on one of the boxes. "So, your boss is hooking up with someone tonight. What about you?" I asked, accepting the second shot from him. He made the rude sound again. "Well, I've been dating Leslie for a few months. But, I dunno." He said. I tried to remember who he was talking about. All I could come up with was this fairly mousy woman, who looked like she was constantly smelling something bad. "What's going on?" I asked again, rolling the shot glass between my fingers. "There's just... all this shit that she won't do. You know. Sex wise." "Well, dude, I am totally the wrong guy to ask about women." I said with a chuckle. "No doubt." He said. "It's just, I've always, you know, envied you gay guys." He said, looking down at his boots. "What? Really? Why so?" I asked. "You guys always can hook up. I mean, you don't have to do all the crap that we straight guys gotta do. You don't have to buy them all kinds of expensive shit, just to get laid." I glanced down at his crotch, while he wasn't looking at my eyes. He was starting to sport. He'd always had a nice package below the belt, but it was starting to look even more impressive. "I mean, like, when was the last time you got a blow-job?" He asked, now meeting my eyes. "2:00 o'clock this after noon." I answered, truthfully. "Oh, you FUCKER!" He said, looking around to throw something at me. His laugher was disarming. "Yeah, man. I know. It's a whole different way of life with guys. We can do something kinky and fun, and it will have no emotional baggage on it, what-so-ever. I mean, we are kings at the Hit it and Quit it, game." I answered. He just shook his head and dropped his eyes. "Tell you what, if you promise not to beat the shit out of me, I'll throw this out there for you." I took a deep breath. "If you want, I'll blow you." I said. He looked up, startled. "What? Dude. I'm not gay." He said. I wasn't sure if I had over-stepped myself on this one. "No, you're not gay. But you are horny." I said. "I'm gay, and I'd be the one, sucking your cock." If he shot me down again, I would let this go. I mean, I liked the guys. They looked out for me. I didn't want to freak him out so bad. "I - I don't think I could do that." He said. "It's cool, man. No worries." I said, and stood up. He was still blocking the exit, so I was wondering where this was going to go. He looked up into the top part of the store room. "So, you don't think it would mean anything than?" He asked. "You ever get a massage from another guy?" I asked. He nodded. "The masseuse didn't propose to you, did he?" Beast just gave me a long slow smile. "You got a point." He said. He took hold of the button on his jeans, and gave it a pop. The others followed suit, and the next thing I knew, he was hauling out this piece of pipe that nearly made me rethink my offer. Semi soft, and over 8 inches. What was really promising, was the generous foreskin that I saw. Playing with uncut cocks was a real treat for me. "How do you want this to go down?" He asked. I just looked at his amazing body. "Boots off. Jeans off. But sit on the steps. That will look hot." I answered. He unlaced his combat boots, and toes them off, he slid out of his jeans, and rested his ass on that metal step. Show time.

I knelt down between his wide spaced legs, and looked at that monster, right in the eye. I reached for him, and he started, for just a moment. I felt like I was dealing with a skittish horse. "Easy, bud. No one is gonna hurt you." I said, gently, just like I would to a stallion. I pulled back on the foreskin, and saw the red gland. He was clean, and smelled just a little of sweat with a salty undertone of piss. I licked the head of his prick, and he hissed an intake of breath. "Put your hands behind your head, relax... and... think of tits." I said. He did just that. I popped his cock into my mouth, and began fluttering it with my tongue. "Jesus!" He hissed after a minute. But, he didn't move. I took note that his pubes and scrotum were smooth, with just a small patch above the shaft of his prick. When I looked up, I saw that there was very little hair on him at all. I caressed his nut sack, gently, feeling the heft of these bad-boys. I pulled off of him, and started licking those balls. They seemed to dance around under my tongue. I felt his huge hand on my head, almost caressing it. I took the cue, and went back to nursing on his hard flesh.

With one hand, I was pumping that foreskin back and forth, but putting just a little bit of pressure on the head. I would stop from time to time, flicking the tip of my tongue over his frenulum, which usually got me a little thrust upward, along with a curse word. "You enjoy this?" He asked after a moment or two of heavy breathing. "Fuck yes, I do." I said, trying not to laugh. "Sucking cock is fun, it's not a chore." I answered, and popped him back into my mouth.

I had only been at it for a few minutes. But the boy was ready to pop. I felt his thighs go tight, and while playing with his nuts, I felt them go up against his body. "Dude, I'm gonna cum." He said, and tried to pull out of my mouth. I grabbed his hips, and drove his prick down my throat. There was no way I was going to waste this seed. "I'm gonna... oh shit... oh SHIT!" He swore, and he grabbed my head, keeping my nose buried in his crotch. He fired off his first blast, deep in my gullet. I continued to nurse on that prick, and was rewarded with a good 8 pulses. I didn't waste a single drop. Slowly, I pulled off of him, letting that beautiful dick pop when it left my lips. "That was fucking awesome." I said, sitting back. He was still breathing like a bellows, and his eyes were a blaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grab your..." he started to say. "You swallowed it. Leslie usually spits." I just wiped my mouth on the heel of my hand. "She doesn't know what she's missing." I said, and found the tequila bottle. I would have loved to have kept the taste of him in my mouth, but I knew he was going to need this shot more than me. He stood up off the stairs, and took the glass from my fingers, and downed it, double time. When I spotted my exit, I decided to take it. "Thanks for the tequila." I said, and bounded up the stairs. I glanced back at him, as he was putting on his jeans.

July turned to August. My husband was in San Francisco, on a `boy's weekend.' He had a fuck buddy up there, that was into a very special scene. And since Aiden had a pretty rough month at work, I handed him the keys to my car, a handful of cash, a kiss on the nose, and told him that I didn't want to see him for at least 76 hours. He was grateful.

I pulled another one of my weekend shifts. Saturday was a great night. I had decided to keep my little wine and beer bar open, until 2:00 am, as I was making some good money. But, when the time to close the doors came, I shut things down. The kitchen and wait staff had long since vacated. I would be alone on my side again. Like I was every night.

Beast kind of avoided me. I figured he would. But I was prepared for it. I loved slobbering all over his Yok, and would have gladly welcomed round two. But, I was convinced it wasn't going to happen.

I was in the back, trying to figure out one of the servers jacked-up tills, when I heard a knock against the open door. When I looked up, it was Beast. "`S'up, man?" I asked, turning my attention back to the book-keeping nightmare that I was faced with. "You... okay?" He asked, sheepishly. "I'm in the pink, bro." I answered, hoping he didn't see my obvious smile. I wasn't going to press him. If he wanted to talk, he would. He came in, and closed the office door. "Listen, you didn't... you know... tell anyone, did you?" He whispered. "Just my husband." I answered, truthfully. "Oh man! What'd he do?" He asked, concern was dripping off him, which I found to be pretty sweet, actually. I faced him with a grin. "He fucked the hell out of me." I answered.

Beast just kind of stared at me for a long minute. "You mean, he wasn't... you know, mad?" He asked. "Aiden and I have an understanding. Right now, at this very moment, I think he's hooking up with a buddy of his in San Francisco." I replied. "That doesn't make you, mad or anything?" He asked. "No. Not a bit." I answered. "I was planning on going out to one of the gay clubs here, and trying to score some fun myself. But, I got busy, and it's too late. At least busy means money." I said, and tapped my tip jar. "How's your girl?" I asked, going back to my books. "She's gone. I just couldn't take it anymore." He answered. "You need a chick that likes sex. That likes to suck that impressive cock of yours." I said. He was silent for a moment. "So, your man really fucked you... after you and I did our thing?" He asked in a small voice. I had had enough of trying to figure out the paperwork in front of me. I just dumped all the receipts into a zippered bag, and chucked the whole thing in the safe. "Beast, he was so turned on, that he fucked me, twice. He damn near made me shoot my wad without even touching my dick." I finally said to him. He just laughed a moment. "Man, you got some serious game." He said. "Well, frankly, I just have a good time. And I don't let a lot of nonsense get into my head to spoil it." I said, putting a rubber band around my tip money, and shoving into my pockets. "I love Aiden. And he loves me. But just because I play with someone else, doesn't mean that I love him any less." We were both standing now. I just decided to go for broke. I reached over, and gripped his basket. I felt his prick stir. "Any time you want round two, just let me know." I was serious, but not sure if he was. When I looked into his face, he had a nervous grin going. "Come on." He said. I gave him back his grin. "You sure?" I asked. He just nodded. "I gotta tell ya, I ain't had someone suck my dick like that before, or since." He chuckled softly, and ran his fingers through his hair. "The boss is having me stay at his place, while he's in Vegas. You wanna stop over, for a drink or something?" He asked. "Dude, don't be coy. I'll be happy to come over, and blow you." I said, and put both hands on his dick. He pushed me away, and started to leave the office. "Come on." He said, over his shoulder. I just followed him out the side entrance, to the parking lot.

Beast drove one of those American Muscle cars. A black monster, with tinted windows. He unlocked my door, and looked around himself, nervously. It was close to 3:00 am, so I wasn't that concerned that someone might see us.

Mr. Ossick, the guy that owned the nightclub, had a townhouse that was about 8 blocks away. I had been tempted to start sucking on Beast's beast before we arrived, but I really wanted to do things right. Maybe lie him down on the floor, and really work that dick of his. If I could, I'd like to get him into bed. I might show him a few more tricks I had up my sleeve. The man had an ass that demanded eating.

We pulled into the garage, and he sat there for a moment. "Second thoughts?" I asked. He just kind of gave me a quick shrug. "Man, if this is too much for you, we don't have to go through with it." I tried to assure him. He leaned on the stirring wheel and gave me the sexiest look. "Each time I told myself that it was a mistake, I thought about how hard I came, and it just made me want to have you do it all over again. If it can be just like last time, where no one talks about it, then yeah, I want to do it again. Maybe even a couple of times." He said. I just gave him a dopey grin. He opened his door and got out. I followed suit.

Inside the townhouse, I was shocked at the interior. It was beautiful. Some modern art on the wall. A huge leather sofa, and the biggest television I had ever seen was in the living room. I glanced into the kitchen and found that everything I saw was top of the line. "I need to take a leak." I said. He indicated that I should use the bathroom upstairs. When I got up there, I fell the fuck in love! The bathroom was HUGE. A big glass shower was the focal point, with overhead jets, and two more that came out of the walls. I pissed, and then started taking my clothes off. I needed to take a shower. I saw that there was a used towel on one of the vanities, so I figured that Beast must have taken advantage of this as well. As soon as the water was hot, I climbed my happy little ass inside the stall, and stood there, transfixed as multiple jets of water hit my back, shoulders, and belly. It was insane.

"What are you doing, man?" I heard Beast ask. "Sorry dude, I had to climb in here. I sweated all night, and smell like beer and perspiration." I saw him smile from the other side of the glass door. "Come on in. There's room." I said. I was pleased when I saw him lift off his shirt.

He got into the stall behind me, and much to my surprise, he put his hands around my hips. "Wow. Tight little body you got." He said. "Your ass is smokin.' He added. I just chuckled softly. When I turned around, I had a handful of the liquid eucalyptus soap, and began rubbing it into his pecs. He seemed content with me touching him. Straight guys are usually kind of dicey about having their nipples touched, so I kind of avoided too much contact with them. But I was able to lather him up pretty good. "That stuff makes my skin tingle." He said. "Yeah, it's good stuff." I answered, and then got him to turn around. I did his shoulders, and the upper part of his back. Clearly, he was no stranger to the gym. His skin was smooth, hairless, and I couldn't help but start kneading his muscles. He kind of leaned back into my touch. I worked my way down to the middle of his back, then his lower back. If my knowledge of anatomy was correct, I suspected that this part of him was pretty sore. I was right. He let out a soft moan, as I continued. Honestly, I could have done this all night, or at least until the hot water ran out.

His butt was amazing. High, round, and hard. "Don't freak out, I'm going to clean you up a bit. Just, trust me." I said gently. He nodded. I spread his cheeks, and continued. He did tense up a little bit, but when he realized I wasn't sticking a finger or my dick in him, he kind of let things go. Thighs, calves, and then his feet. He turned around, and his cock was as hard as a hammer. I took it in my hands, drew back the foreskin, and he thrust into my grip. If we had a weekend, I would give him a hand job right here, and now. I would have loved to have seen one of his monster loads, squirt all over my chest. But, I had other things in mind.

As soon as the suds were washed off, I pulled the skin back on his dick, and began circling my tongue around it. "Oh, fuck." He whispered, and that made me want to deep throat that monster. I did put it in my mouth, flutter my tongue around his corona, and twist gently on the shaft. I could feel how hard he was getting. But, as much as I liked this, I wanted to a little more freedom. I wanted to crawl all over him, play with other parts of him. I didn't want to just be on my knees, on a hard tile floor. I reached up, and killed the water. "Let's take this into the other room." I said. He just looked down at me, and nodded, while breathing hard.

I dried off, quickly, as did he. His cock never seemed to diminish. Promising, for sure. I walked down the hallway, looking into doorways, when I spotted the master bedroom. I stopped in the doorway, just kind of looking around, when I felt both of his hands on my ass. He kind of rubbed that dick against the cleft of my ass, and I swear to God, I saw stars.

The king sized bed had not been made from the night before. I was cool with that. I looked over at the television that was sitting on an impressive dresser. I saw a DVD player, and some porn movies scattered. I turned on the set, and then the player. A movie came up, and I killed the sound. Straight porn. Big tits, and guys with impressive cocks, going at it. The movie was for him, not for me. I just pointed at the bed, and plopped down, kicked back the covers, until he was reclining on a white sheet. He looked like a dream. Legs spread, one arm above his head, the other hand was grasping the base of his prick. "Show me your dick, man." He said. I just stood there, with my 7 inches. Next to his, I felt a little intimidated, but then, my knob was not what was going to be on the menu this morning. I came around him, and put some of the discarded pillows next to his head. "So you can watch the movie." I said. He just chuckled softly. He then reached over, and took ahold of my cock in his hand. He wasn't used to handling anyone else's prick, except his own, so I am sure it felt different to him. "Not bad. You ever fuck your boyfriend?" He asked. "Once in awhile. He swings mostly top. I swing mostly bottom." I answered. He was trying to jack me a bit, but he really didn't know how to work it. So, I pulled out of his reach, and climbed between his legs. That free hand of his went to the top of my head, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I just started giving him the slow, easy blowjob that I wanted to give him. The outside world was a million miles away. And though I was not in love with this guy, I was loving what I was doing.

I pulled out all the stops. I licked his nuts, while jacking him. I got as close to his ass as I could go. And when it seemed like he was about to pop, I pulled his cock down, and let him cool off a bit.

I must have edged him about three good times, before he had had enough of that. He grabbed my head between his huge hands, and just began to throat fuck me, into oblivion. I mean, he was not letting up for a moment. He pounded my tonsils, and soon enough, he threw back his head, and just howled. The next thing I knew, I was being force-fed about a pint of thick, hot cream. I just took hold of his hips, and pulled him into me. He spasmed about a half dozen times, before finally turning loose of my skull. "Oh, shit, Jess, I'm sorry!" He said. And when he let go of me, I did not relinquish my lips on his knob. I just slowly pulled back and forth about four more times, milking ever drop out of his dick. When I let go of it, I just looked him in the eye, and gave him the biggest smile I could. "I am not complaining." I said, and mouthed that prick once more. He stopped me, as he was a little sensitive after he came. "I need a drink. You mind if I go down stairs. I saw that there was a bar down there." I asked. "No man, it's cool." He said and rested his sweaty head against his pillow. I was watching his chest rise and fall, and just got all hot and bothered all over again.

I wasn't sure if this was the end of the scene or not, but I picked up my work uniform off the bathroom floor, and carried it downstairs. I folded it neatly on the bar, and went over to the liquor cabinet. I found some tequila that I liked, and poured a couple of stiff shots into a couple of rocks glasses. I stopped by the fridge, and discovered that it was pretty stocked. Within minutes, I had prepared a couple of quesadillas, and carried them up the master bedroom, along with our drinks. When I walked into the room, I was pleasantly surprised to see Beast, laying there, awake, with a hard on. "Oh, dude. You rock!" He said, as I handed him his share of our snack. I climbed onto the bed with him, and we quickly ate the food. I sipped on the tequila, because I didn't want to get too carried away. When I glanced down at his member, he was still sporting. This was my kind of guy. I took his plate and his empty glass from him, and turned around to put it one the side table. "You want me to suck you off again?" I asked, stacking the dishes up neatly. I felt his hand on my ass again. "Actually, I'd like to fuck you." He said. If my dick was hard before, it was now vibrating. I let him feel my cheeks. "I'd like that, a lot." I answered. He got a little bolder, with his exploring. I felt his index finger, at my opening. He was tentative at first, then he withdrew his hand. I heard him pop his digit into his mouth, and then he stuck it right up me. "Easy, man. I have to get used to it." He withdrew his finger, and I turned around to face him. "You got a huge cock, bud. I mean, it's massive. One of the biggest I've seen." I said. "So, you are gonna have to let me get used to it. But once I am there, you can fuck me like a machine." He grinned at me. He leaned over to the other nightstand, and pulled out some lube. I am sure it was his bosses supply. He also pulled out a condom. How he was going to get all that prick sheathed, I wasn't sure. He squirted some of the joy juice into my hand, which I applied liberally to my back side. He then began to struggle with the foil pack. When he tried to roll it down on his dick, it just wasn't working. "Listen, you ever been fucked by a guy, or stick a needle in your arm?" I asked, point blank. "No on both, man." He answered. I peeled the condom off his dick, and threw over the edge of the bed. "Normally, I'd play it safe with a hookup, but I think you are clean. Besides, no way I'm getting pregnant." I said with a leer. "You sure?" He asked. "I mean, I can always get one on." I responded by climbing over him, and positioning myself with my ass over his cock. "Now, just to let you now, it's going to take me three good tries to get this monster up inside me. Yeah, it will hurt me for a bit, but I'm a big boy, and can take it. So, no stressing out if you see me wince." He nodded at that.

It took me exactly three tries, before I had him buried to the root in me. When at last, my tortured ass hole was accepting of the challenge, I began to ride him. Amazing how hard this guy could get. And, I forgot how strong he was. After a few minutes of some good ole fashion grinding, he put both arms around my waist, and lifted me completely up. Without taking his cock out, he put my back against the mattress, and then came down on me. To feel that massive body against mine, was intoxicating. It was fifty thousand times better than the the tequila. I ran my hands up his back, and gripped him. He thrust those thick nine inches into me, faster, and harder than I would have dreamed. He pressed his cheek against mine, and I could feel his breath on the side of my face. "Fuck, you like that dick in you, don't you?" He whispered into my ear. His voice was hot, wet, and sultry. I just nodded. "Fuck me any way you want." I whispered back. He then clipped my prostate, and I let out a moan. When he heard that, he seemed to double his efforts, and nailed me to the bed. Between his thrashing, and my cock pressing up against his belly, I was dangerously close to shooting my own wad. He suddenly raised up, and looked down at me, even as he continued to pump into me. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at my face. For just a moment, I thought he was going to stop. Maybe he had come to his senses, realizing he was nine inches deep in a gay guys body. Maybe the realization kicked in. I searched his features for some kind of sign, not sure what to expect. He then leaned down, and kissed me. Hard. When I gasped at this, his tongue went into my mouth, and I stalled for just a moment. I then decided to kiss him back.

Once again, the blood went to my head, and I saw stars. He continued to pound me, and I was soaking it up... he devoured my lips.

The door bell rang! I thought it was my imagination. My mind had slipped a beat or something. But the door bell rang again, and it was followed by some serious pounding. "Come on, man, let me in!" I heard a familiar voice say. It was followed by a staccato of bells, and the person at the front door was stabbing a finger into the button. "You have got to fucking be kidding me!" Beast said. "Who is it?" I asked, still holding onto his shoulders. "Fucking Rick! He was hooking up tonight. What the FUCK is he doing back here?" He looked down at me. "I should just ignore him." He thrust into me a couple more times, and this time, he got my prostrate, square. I just shuddered. "Come on, fucker! I'm locked out!" Rick pleaded from the front step. Beast looked down into my eyes with so many expressions. I wanted him to finish me off. I wanted to feel that massive heart beat against my skin. I wanted his load so deep in me, that I could taste it... "He's gonna wake up the whole block." He said, as he pulled that wonderful piece of flesh out of my body. He did lean over, and kiss me again. The boy had a wicked tongue of his own. When his meat slipped out of me, I damn near shot. That was how close I was. "You gonna get rid of him?" I asked. "He's sleeping in the next room." Beast said with a grown. I wanted to beat my head against the wall! "Stay put." He said, and I watched him walk out into the hall. I heard his heavy footsteps as he took the stairs. There was the click of the locks on the front door. "Hey bro - WHOA! You're naked! You rubbing one out?" Rick asked, No doubt in response to Beast's lack of wardrobe. I sat up, and went over to the door, about to close it, just in case. "No." Beast said, but there was nothing else he added. "Oh, man, you got a babe upstairs? NICE!" Rick said. There was a pause. I then had a horrible moment, when I realized that I had folded my work clothes, and had them on the kitchen bar. No double Rick saw the chili-pepper tie that I wore, along with white shirt, and dark chef pants. "Dude! You got one of the chicks from next door? From the restaurant? SCORE! Is it Abby? It's Abby, right?" He asked. I didn't know it, but Rick had pulled my folded clothes down. When he realized that the shirt and pants belonged to someone who was a bit bigger, the next thing I heard, was fast moving steps up the stairs.

Shit! Beast had been made.

It was just a matter of moments before Rick would bound into the room, and see me, naked. This dream evening just became an absolute nightmare. I thought about slamming the door, locking it. But that would only make me look like I was ashamed. Like I was hiding what was going on. I just sat down on the edge of the bed. "What's up, Rick?" I asked, as he came to the doorway. "Fuck!" He swore, looking at me. "What the hell, bro? What's going on?" He asked as if he couldn't believe his eyes. "Come on, Rick. You KNOW what's going on. Just fucking settle down for a second." I said. Beast was standing in the doorway now. He had made no move to cover up, and for that, I gave that mountain of a man some serious props. He just stood there, looking at his temporary room mate. I decided to spell it out for him. "First off, Beast isn't gay. I am. He's just blowing off some steam, and I'm helping him out. Second, I can take his dick, where others can't. He can fuck me all night, and I won't complain a bit. Third, this is a no-strings kind of arrangement. He'll shoot his wad, we'll have a beer, and then go back to the real world when the sun comes up. He's an adult, I'm an adult. We both aren't doing a thing wrong. So, I want you to go into your room, chill, and pretend like nothing happened. Because nothing did happen. Got it?" I was using my manger voice on him. I didn't break into that trick too often. But, I suspected he was pretty drunk, and there was a very real possibility, that he wouldn't remember any of it when he sobered up. He actually nodded his head. "Yeah, nothing happened." He said, and turned around. When he passed Beast, he gave him a playful sock in the arm. Rick went into his room, and shut the door. When I looked up at Beast, his expression was completely unreadable. "You want me to call it a night?" I asked. He didn't move for a long time. He just kind of chewed on his thumb nail. He came back over to the bed, and stretched out on it. I wasn't sure what to do, until I felt him put a hand on my shoulder, and pull me into his embrace. "No, I want to finish what we started." He said gently into my ear. When I reached down between his legs, he was already starting to chub up. "You think Rick will conk out soon?" I asked. He just shrugged at me. I continued to play with his prick, feeling it go from semi-spongy, to roaring hard in just a couple of minutes. "Baby, that feels good." He cooed into my ear, I just pulled him close. And when his face was just a couple of inches from mine, he kissed me again. "Why you doing that?" I asked with a smile. "I have no fucking idea. You just look like you needed it." He said. "And you taste good." I nodded, and accepted his tongue.

Soon enough, he had reapplied some lube to his own dick, and I held out my hand for the lube bottle. He just spun me around on my knees, pushed my shoulders down, and gave my ass a good squirt of the cool liquid. I felt his member against my hole. "Just go for it, man." I said, and he plugged into me. I hissed out a breath, because at this angle he was actually going deeper than he had before. "FUCK!" I said, and rested my head against the sheet. He was already into a rut. I mean, his pace was extraordinary. His timing was beyond belief. I could not imagine how any girl would be dissatisfied, with the kind of fucking he was giving me. I felt his hands around my hips, and he slowed down, almost to a crawl. He was giving me inches slowly, and pulling out. "Man, your ass is incredible. Hot, tight... it's like a glove to my dick." He whispered, and I glanced over at the far side of the room, where a full length mirror stood. I could see him fucking me in profile. He was admiring my butt, and I was enjoying watching this giant have his way with me. He'd drill me, slowly, dragging that massive cock out of my ass, then ram it home, and continue to pump for a dozen or so strokes, before he'd start the whole thing over again. I wanted to grab my own dick, and start jerking it. I knew that if I came with his dick inside me, my ass would grip him in a way that he probably hadn't experienced. It would make his own orgasm that much better. I moaned again, and he pounded into my flesh. He embedded himself into me to the hilt, and I thought he was about to fire his load. I wanted it to happen. I needed to feel him convulse inside my ass. I wanted to feel that hot seed leaking out of me. But Beast had stopped. I rose up, and realized that we were not alone.

Rick was standing in the doorway. He was naked. He had his cock in his hand. I had not seen Rick without his clothes on, and he was a true physical specimen. Lean, tan, and absolutely ripped. Beast had a flat belly, but you could have grated cheese on Rick's abs. His hips were narrow, but his thighs were well developed. He also had a cock that was impressive as well. 8 inches, trimmed, and THICK. He also had a lack of body hair. Rick was not a handsome man. He looked like a bruiser from the docks. Black hair, and neatly trimmed goatee. But he was sexy. I glanced over my shoulder at Beast. I wasn't sure what to say. What to expect. Would this be the nail in the coffin of the evening? Or, was Beast in the mood to share his toys? My fucker just gave me a small shrug, so I motioned Rick to come to me. Rick crawled over on his knees, and I finally pushed his hand away from his own junk. "I thought you had hooked up with someone tonight?" I asked. He chuckled softly. "She left me blue-balled." He said. I took hold of his thick cock, and guided him into my mouth. As soon as I had Ricks knob in my lips, Beast continue his assault on me. I could not believe what was happening. When it was clear that I was willing to continue, Beast began slowly grinding into me, once again. "Yeah, suck his dick, baby." I heard Beast's hoarsely whisper. This only made me suck that much harder, and soon enough, I found myself backing into the cock that was fucking me so well.

Rick must have been primed for action, because he gripped my head, and started face-fucking me. Not as roughly as I had been earlier, but still rather rigorously. The cock in my mouth was super thick, and I did worry about scraping the poor guy with my teeth, but he seemed like he was going for broke. I would have preferred that he laid down, and let me service his, the way I had done Beast. But he was hell bent on getting his nut. I felt that prick of his get stone hard, and it was becoming a blur in my mouth, but soon enough, he took hold of the top of my head, and let fly some serious semen. I could feel the blasts of it, hitting the back of my throat. I just gulped it down. It was salty, thick, and plentiful. When he finished, he just withdrew his dick from my mouth, looked at me with a strange expression, and climbed off the bed. Without another word, he left the room. Beast put his arms around my waist, and pulled me up to him so that I could feel his skin against mine. He ran those hands up my torso, over my chest a few times, and then he leaned down and bit my shoulder. My own cock bobbed in front of me, and I was about to take it in hand, and finish myself off. He just moved my hands back to my sides. Much to my surprise, he gripped my crank, and started working it. His clumsy effort before had evaporated. Now, he was pumping my own dick expertly. He did this for a few more minutes, and then I whispered into his ear. "Put me on my back. I want to feel you on top of me when you shoot." I said. He took hold of me, lifted me off his prick, tossed me down and plugged into me before I could bat an eye! I hadn't been man-handled like this, ever. It was thrilling, to be sure.

I looked up into his eyes. He was sweaty, and his hair hung in wet ringlets around his face. There was such a look of lust on his expression, that I was almost afraid. I thought that there would be no stopping him at this point. He would take from my body, whatever he wanted. And frankly, I would give it to him on a Goddamn silver platter.

He went to the hilt, and then took my dick in his hands, moving my partial foreskin over the sensitive head. It felt incredible. I started to go black for just a second, and realized that I was actually holding my breath. I was trying to keep myself from crying out, with Joy, with fulfillment, or whatever. I made a deep sound, one that I had not heard myself make in a long time, and it was then that I felt him, all along my ass. He touched my prostrate, again and again, and I spasmed around his prick. I shot so hard, that I hit my own chin, and it splattered back onto my chest. The next blast went over my head to God knows where. He leaned down, covered my mouth with his, as I roared into his own lungs my orgasm. He must have tasted my jizz, and that of Rick's and when he did, it triggered something in him. He forced his own body against mine, driving all the air out of me, and blasted my insides. His orgasm was long, intense, and deep inside me. His heart was thudding like a V8 engine, and I locked my arms and ankles around him, not letting him up. I was still in the end throws of my own orgasm, but clung to him. He looked down at me, and then kissed me once more. It wasn't the passion filled one from before, but this one felt like it was more grateful than anything else. "Is sex like this all the time between you and your man?" He asked, breathlessly. "It's pretty fucking amazing." I answered back, truthfully. "Shit, now I know why you are always in a good mood." He chuckled softly, and I brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I think I could sleep for a week." He said, and pumped my ass a couple more times before slowly withdrawing that wicked flesh from my body. He laid back, and I saw that he had my cum all over his belly. "You relax." I said. "I'm gonna take off here, pretty quick." I whispered, as I put my head on his chest, just so I could hear his heart beat. He touched my face, gently with his free hand. "You could just crash here. Maybe, I dunno, we could pick back up in a few hours." He whispered. I wrapped my fingers around his thick meat, and pulled another drop of white out of the tube. "Maybe some other time." I said. "This was beyond fun. You think... Rick is gonna be okay?" He just gave me a small nod. "Let me give you a ride back to your place." He said, and his voice was growing more sleepy by the moment. "It's fine. I've done `The Walk of Shame' many times before." I answered, and he just laughed softly. I gathered up the dishes, and the tequila glasses, and was about to head down stairs, when I heard his gentle snore.

Fuck, this guy was fun. I could easily get used to this. But, I didn't want to complicate my romantic life. Aiden and I had a great thing going. We both played with others. But, at the end of everything, we always found our way back into each other's arms. Regardless of that, I still wanted to kiss the straight guy, just one more time. I leaned over Beast, and did just that. There was a momentary return of it, and then I knew he was well and truly asleep. Damn, he dropped quick.

The clock on the wall read 5:30 am. Sun would be coming up soon, and I still had to get dressed. I quietly went back down to the kitchen. It was dark, but the street lamp let a little light in from the side window. It was good enough that I could accomplish what I needed to do, and get dressed. I put the plates in the dishwasher, along with the glasses, and turned to fetch my clothing. Sitting in one of the recliners, was Rick. He hadn't bothered to put any clothes on. I just folded my arms across my chest. "So, is this the part of the morning, where you beat my ass for blowing you?" I asked. I couldn't get out of here gracefully. And if he took a step in my direction with a closed fist, I would yell my head off for Beast. Instead, he just chuckled softly. "How'd you do it? How'd you get him to fuck you like that?" He asked. I could still hear the whiskey in his voice. "I asked." I replied. I came around the bar, and into the living room. He had his feet up on a hassock, still as naked as before. But this time, his cock was laying across his belly. I wasn't sure if he had been working it or not. "I wasn't kidding about the `no-strings' thing with Beast. He's going to do his job, and I am gonna do mine. And we will wave at each other when we see one-another. And everything will be fine." I said, as I came over and sat on the edge of the hassock. "Just like I will wave at you, and give you a smile. Nobody is gonna know anything about this." I said. He seemed like he was relieved. He leaned on his hand, and looked at me. "It kinda sucks, you know." He said after a moment. "What's that?" I asked. "Beast got a couple of blow jobs, and a grade A fuck out of you. I just got a BJ." Now, I laughed softly. I wasn't in nearly as much danger as I thought. I put a hand on his nuts, and gently stroked them. "You want me to give you the kind of head that I wanted to?" I asked. "Oh yeah." He said, and his legs shot apart. I just knelt down between them, and started lapping as his balls. He really liked that. But, I saw him glance at the stairs. "You think Beast'll be mad because you're, ya know..." He whispered. "Beast is asleep. And I'm not Beast's guy." I answered, and went back to sucking his dick.

Ricks cock was something that I could properly explore now. He was thick, almost like one of my wrists. No joke. He must have been just shy of 8 inches. But he was hard. I mean, like someone had cast his cock in bronze. I didn't want the scene to end as quickly as it had before, so I turned loose of his dick, and pushed his thighs upward. I wanted a peek at his hole. At first, he resisted. "I'm not gonna fuck you. I just want a little... taste." I said. Those legs shot up in the air, and I was rewarded with a little pink winky. I ran my tongue over it, gently, and the bruiser just shuddered. "Fuck!" He swore. So, I did the same little tickle again. This time, running the tip over his anus. I was grateful that the boy was clean. He did stink of sweat, but nothing too pungent. So, I continued to slather his hole. I finally decided that I wasn't gonna fuck him with my dick. But my tongue was another story. I lapped at him for a good ten minutes. When I at last let his legs down, his cock was running a stream of silver. I just lapped that up as well.

My own ass was still pretty slick from the last lube job, so I decided that I would ride Rick's fat monster as well. Two guys in a night was not unheard of for me, but then none of my friends were the kind that kept score. "Oh, man, I was hoping you would let me screw you." He said. I climbed up on board, facing him. I positioned that massive dick at my back door, and sat down. Beast's cock was longer. But Rick had some serious girth to him. When I felt his nuts against my own thighs, I settled into him, and grinned my ass against his invading member. He pushed upwards, and I felt my hole stretch like it hadn't before. I let out a soft hiss, but it didn't faze him. He just continued to pound upwards against me. He drilled me like this for a couple of minutes. I looked down at his massive, well defined chest. He was so impressive to look at. I had no idea he was this well put together. The guy wore baggy black jeans. Though he filled out a t-shirt well, I had no idea he was this impressive. I ran my hands over his chest, and when I clipped his nipples, he let out a grunt, and I could feel that thick piece of his get just a bit thicker. He put his arms around me, gripping my ass, and then pulled his feet off the hassock. With me in his arms, he stood up, never once disengaging himself from me. I thought he was going to carry me upstairs to his room. Or maybe, put me down on the floor, and nail me to it. But he walked, instead, to the back sliding glass door. He didn't take his eyes off mine. But, he didn't kiss me or anything else. Just stared deeply into me. He slid open the glass door, and we went to the patio. Outside was one of those tiny lap pools. The kind that circulate the water, and gives swimmers the feel that they are actually covering distance, when what they are doing was fighting the current. He walked us over to it, and we went down the steps. The water that hit my ass was cool, but not unpleasant. Without breaking stride, I felt my back up against the tile, my legs were still around his hips, and he his mouth was just an inch or two from my own lips. I felt him press deeply into me, and I couldn't help it. I let out a soft moan. My own dick was hard again, and he must have felt it against his belly. I could feel the clefts between his ab ridges. That alone was a pretty good bit of stimulation. "You like the feel of my dick in you?" He asked, still looking at me. His nose had been broken a few times. He had a bit of acne scar on him. But fuck me stupid, he was sexy. "Give me what you want, man. I won't stop you." I said back. He thrust into me again, a little more roughly than before. But I was far from protesting. He did it again. And again. And I just nodded at him. "Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me like you mean it." I said. And he withdrew almost completely, and then slammed it back home. His cock was harder than any other that I had felt. I put my arms around his neck, and closed my eyes. I was shocked, when his lips touched mine. At first, just a brush. And when I looked at him again, he slammed his mouth on me so hard, we nearly broke teeth. His tongue went deep, and I bore down on his dick with all the strength that my ass muscles could generate. While his mouth was on mine, he made another sound, and he stood up, stiff and tall. My legs were still off the ground. He gave me another half dozen serious stabs, and then shot his own load deep into my guts. I pulled him into me, feeling his strength. Drinking it in. Just wallowing in the sensation that this guy was taking from what he wanted. I loved the feeling of being ravished. Dominated.

Slowly, he lowered me back down, and the water took my weight. I had not realized that we had splashed all over the patio. I then looked around at the surrounding windows. Had anyone from the other Townhouses caught sight of this little escapade? Honestly, I really didn't care.

When we got out of the little pool, Rick handed me a towel from a stack on one of the benches. I dried off in silence. When I had my back to him, I was surprised when he started drying me, too. I returned the favor. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He finally asked. "Oh, God, yes." I answered. "But the question I have for you, is did you enjoy it?" He thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, I did. I just wish you had a set of tits on you." He answered. It was honest. It was fair. "Well, if we ever do this again, I'll keep my back to you." I teased. He put down the towel, took mine, and spun me around. I felt his soft cock against my ass, and thought that the guy had a little more stamina then I gave him credit for. He gave me a few rough pumps, but his prick had not invaded me. "Yeah. That could work." He said, and smacked my ass.

I went upstairs, just for a peek at Beast. He was in the exact same position I had left him in. I guess he hadn't heard my little tryst with Rick. The body builder walked by me, with a lingering touch to my ass. It did give me shivers. He just looked over at me, and I got a real look at the mans butts. Jesus, it was beautiful. I followed him into his room. "Thanks." I said, and was about to leave. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me into another kiss. It was tentative, but worth it. "See ya `round." He said, and he climbed into bed. I snapped off the light, and went downstairs.

I dressed quickly, hating to do so. I was tempted to just go back upstairs and crash with one of the guys. But, I wanted to sleep in my own bed. Even if Aiden wasn't there beside me. I was 12 blocks from home, and it was early Sunday morning. No doubt, I would be spotted by neighbors, dragging my sorry ass in at the crack of dawn. But, it was worth it.

When I unlocked the door to my own house, I noticed the answering machine had taken a couple of calls. One just a few minutes ago. I decided to call Aiden's contact number. He'd been the one who left me the last message. "Morning babe. You just getting in?" He asked. "Yep. I went over to the bouncers' place for a shot of tequila and some serious sex." I answered. "Which one? Beast? Scorpio?" He asked. "If Scorpio would have shown up, I'd have knocked his ass out and let the others fuck HIM." I laughed. "Beast and Rick, both had a turn with me." I sat down on the couch, and began unbuttons my shirt. "You have a good time?" He asked. "Yep. Broadening the horizons of a couple of straight studs. They might want a repeat. But then, something tells me that it was a one time thing." I answered.

He told me when he would be returning. I made sure to have dinner ready for him, and a hot bath as well. No doubt he'd be as tired out as could be expected.

As it was, I did have one more swing on Beast's dick. He came over after a long night, and we did a little two-fer in the beer room again. Rick, I think I blew another couple of times. But the restaurant that I worked in, was sold. The new owners didn't want an openly gay man in charge of the bar, so they tried to bust me down to server. It was the 90's. They could get away with that kind of shit back then. I quit less than a week later. Rick got married the next year, and moved to Kansas. I guess he opened a couple of successful gyms. Beast found a girl who was a true freak in bed. He once called me, and asked if I would join them, because Dilyla had always wanted to see a guy she was with, fucking another guy. I wasn't into the scene, so I politely declined. He moved up to Seattle and went to work with her family.

Aiden and I have been together for 28 years now. We've closed the relationship. Not because of jealousy. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Although, we do have an understanding. If I ever get a shot at the bald actor who does the fast car movies, I can take it. And he is welcome to go after the guy from that prison drama that used to be on cable. Then, the rules would be relaxed.

I left bar tending, and started a career in the medical field. I supplement my income with erotic stories. I favor the ones that are character driven, or that have something fantastic in them. Minotaurs, or magicians... I especially love Centaurs...

It was fun getting to tell one of my own adventures.