Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Message-ID: 1993Aug21.125006@gsosun1.gso.uri.edu Followup-To: alt.sex.motss Keywords: Lime Pie, hole, chain, etc. Reply-To: () Organization: None Lines: 175
[Author's Note: 1st off, apologies for the decidedly sub-standard #2. What can I say? I had a day from h@ll at work, and couldn't focus]
Jeff paused before opening the door, thinking to himself "Would a str8 man do this? Would a str8 man suck off a ski stud's cock, then go into a sauna with another man with an erection?" Then he thought of Kris' faaabulous cock. Thick. Hard. Meaty. Jeff licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry, and shivered. "Guess I can warm up in the sauna," he thought. "Kris really can't think I'm not str8. Can he?" He opened the door and walked in.
The sauna was about 16 feet square, with the door in the middle of one side. A wide bench circled the sauna. Kris had taken a seat in the corner opposite the door and sat with his legs splayed, thick hard cock pointing accusingly at Jeff as he entered. Jeff smiled nervously at the scorn-filled eyes of Kris as he took a seat in the corner opposite. He sat as did Kris, in a corner, legs apart, his famous dick, achingly hard, rising majestically from his loins. An uneasy silence fell in the sauna, broken only by the heavy, uneven breathing of the two studs as they each slowly stroked their famous dicks. Finally, Jeff had to say something.
"Whew," he stammered out, "it's like a sauna in here."
"Just the kind of nonsense talk I'd expect from a cocksucker," shot back Kris. "Perverted assholes like you make me sick. I can't believe you sucked down that ski stud's load. And you didn't get anything in return. The Famous Jeff Stryker." Kris' voice was filled with contempt.
Jeff's embarassment vanished. He was angry. "Oh? And you're so str8? Why is it, dear, that your eyes are locked on to my dick." He tugged his tumescent tower of throbbing power, noting Kris' eyes boring into his crotch. "How come every time my fingers dance around the flared tip of my cockhead, like so," Jeff lightly traced his fingertips over the most sensitive part of his pulsing prick, making his dick dance, "how come when I do that, or when I put a finger up my ass," at which point Jeff slid down on the slippery-with-sweat sauna bench, pulled his legs up to his chest, and poked a finger, then two, up his grasping ass, gasping as he did. "How come when I do that," he asked, returning to his seated position, "how come you watch so intently?"
Kris suddenly was thirsty. But he had to respond to the taunts. "I'm not watching you per se," he said weakly. "I'm just watching you watch me!" And he gave his famous dick a squeeze.
Chuckling, Jeff responded, "Is that how it is? You're just watching me?" He put both hands at the base of his throbbing, fire red prick, and squeezed together, then slid both hands up, up, up his big dick 'til only the tip shown. Then he slowly slid his hands back down to his crotch. His cock danced wildly. "You're just watching me do this?" He slid down again and drew up his legs. Again his fingers found his asshole, but instead of plunging in, they just played around the edges, and massaged his balls. Kris looked on intently, slowly stroking his own very famous piece of granite-hard fuckflesh. Kris felt a familiar aching loneliness in his ass. His hole was twitching. Jeff moaned, then swung to a sitting position. "You're only watching me run my hands all over my body," he pinched his erect nipples, sucked on one of his fingers, and let his hands roam over his chest. "You're only watching me strrroke myself..." Here Jeff shuddered and quickly removed his hands from his body. "That was close," he chuckled, as he noticed the panged look of longing in Kris' eyes. Jeff squeezed his kegel muscles. His cock jumped. "You're only watching?" Jeff asked.
Unblinking, Kris responded. "Damn str8!" His voice cracked.
Suddenly Jeff stood up, cock bobbing, and pushed sweat soaked hair back up off his forehead. "Nice double entendre," he said as he strode across the sauna, eager dick leading the way. He grabbed Kris' thick meaty pole with his sweat-soaked hand. Slick flesh met slippery shaft. "I think I'm having an effect here," chuckled Jeff. He pulled Kris to a standing position, and they locked in a torrid embrace, sweat-soaked stomachs slipping together as two rock-hard cocks slipped out to the side. Kris offered a tongue that was quickly accepted, and the studs hands roamed freely over soaked, hot bodies, pinching erect nipples, rubbing wet hair, and poking assholes as they frenched with fervor. Jeff noticed that his fingers were quickly sucked into Kris' ass. He had an idea. "Turn around, put your hands on the bench." Kris quickly complied, and Jeff knelt to the glorious ass before him. Spreading rock-solid cheeks with one hand, he pressed his nose to the crack, and a long tongue darted to Kris' hole. He pressed and probed with his tongue, and was rewarded with gasps and pleas for more from Kris. Wetting a finger with sweat, he slipped one, then two, then three fingers into Kris' hot hole, pushing them in, and pulling them out with a slow, steady rhythm.
Suddenly he pulled out his hand, and Kris sighed in dissappointment. Jeff stood, and took his magnificent prick into his hand, and aimed the flared, throbbing head at Kris clenching, puckered, dripping-wet asshole. He placed the head against the hole, and Kris gasped with pleasure. Pushing, he slowly entered as Kris moaned his delight. Finally, he was in to the hilt. Jeff ever so slowly backed out until his cockhead had almost popped out of Kris' ass. Then, just as slowly, he pushed back in. Kris started begging. "Oh god, fuck me with that str8 boy dick. I want to feel your str8 boy ramrod hardness inside of me. Oh God fill me up. Fuck me hard. Hit me with it. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Oh Gawd you feel so good. Harder longer do me do me do me do me do me." Jeff slowly continued his deliberate in and out thrusting as Kris tried to speed things along by humping. Jeff reached around and grabbed Kris' rock hard cock, stopping his pumping at the same time. "Still think I'm not str8?" he asked. "Fuck me with that str8 boy dick. Oh so big. Oh so hard" came the frantic reply. Jeff resumed pumping, but at a faster rate. He was near the edge. "Oh yeah," he said. "Take that dick. Take that big dick. Oh yes man you are so tight. Take that dick. Squeeze me. Make me feel it. Oh yes yes yes, Unnh, oh Lord here it comes!" He gave one final push before a flood of cum boiled up his bong to mix with Kris' bung. Shot after shot raced out as he continued his furious pumping. Orgasm fading, Jeff relaxed and said, "See? I told you I was str8, and I am!" "I believe you stud," came the hot-breathed reply.
Jeff pulled out with a squelchy plop, and pulled Kris to a standing position. Locking again in a tongue-twisting embrace, the two studly men kissed as hands roamed freely. Kris felt warm cum running out of his ass. Jeff noticed it too, wiped it onto his fingers and proffered it. Kris eagerly sucked in the fluid with relish. Then Kris started kissing Jeff's torso, flicking his tongue over standing-at-attention nipples, lightly biting pecs, and licking Jeff's bellybutton. He moved down, lapping the sweat from Jeff's pubes, and sucking on low-hanging balls. Kris eyed Jeff's pulsing meat, stained with his own shit. He took his sweat-soaked hand and wiped off as much as he could, then sucked the half-hard member into his mouth to finish the job. Jeff gasped, and grabbed Kris head, and looked skyward. "Oh yesss," he hissed. "That feels sooo..." It was a struggle to keep his knees locked. He moved to the sauna bench and beckoned Kris to follow. Kris knelt between Jeff's knees and gobbled up the famous prick. Jeff lay back on the bench. "Oh god this is sooo goood" he moaned as his head moved from side to side. Kris let the softening prick slide out of his mouth, and started licking again Jeff's heavy, laden-with-cum balls. Jeff pulled up his knees to give Kris better access. Presently, Kris' tongue found Jeff's hole, and he pushed it in. Jeff gasped. "Oh yes, lick my ass. Clean me up. Oh Lord." Kris lapped furiously around the rim of the ass, working a finger, then two, then four in and out of Jeff's ass. He found Jeff's prostate and gave it a push. "Unngh" came the garbled response.
Kris stopped for a breath, and looked at his own dick. It was hard. It was long. It was thick, throbbing, and oozing pre-cum. He straightened out, and guided the cockhead to Jeff's hole. "Yes yes yes," was the frenzied reply from Jeff, "Push that motherfuckin' cock up. Ream me ream me ream me good." Not wasting any time, Kris slammed his entire thick cock up Jeff's ass, and was rewarded by a delighted squeal as Jeff squeezed down, muscles milking Kris, coaxing out cum. "Oh God," he said, "No one can fill me up like you can, you stud! You're splitting me with that think monster. Oh yeah. Oh Lord, Pound me good. Fuck my ass. Take my ass. Take my tight ass!"
Kris furiously pounded away, relishing the tightness of Jeff's ass. "Take my cum, str8 man!" he shouted. "Milk me for all of my spunk." Both men urged each other on. "Yes yes yes," cried Jeff, "Oh Lord you feel so good. So good. So good. Fill me up. Fill my guts. Fuck me fuck me fuck me." "Take my cock, studman," roared Kris. "Here comes the seed of the century!" And with that he gave a final shove, slapped Jeff on the ass, and shot his load deep into the loins of Jeff. He kept pounding away at Jeff until his orgasm was over, then he collapsed on top of Jeff, and their tongues, the tongues of two str8 men, found each other in a passionate kiss.
"Oh god!"
"Oh Lord"
Both men sighed, the sighs of two str8 men. "It's too hot," said Jeff. "It's like a sauna in here."
Kris and Jeff got up and walked out the door. They headed to the small, cramped shower stall to clean up and cool down. Kris turned to Jeff and said, "I'm sorry I thought you weren't str8. You obviously are."
Jeff replied, "Thanks. And now I know you're str8 too."
They kissed.
[fin]