Tunnel Fuck
By Don LeClair .................................................................
Today I heard about another congressmen in trouble. Something about a prostitute, only this one was a boy. Jeeze, you'd think a guy in that kind of position, with that much power, would be a little smarter than that. Then again, I guess I can dig it. How many times has my head been ruled by my dick?
We've all done things that we wouldn't want mama to know about. Not proud of them, but we do them anyway, risking discovery, humiliation, and jail. I remember one night at Buddys (the old Buddys). I was just a bit blasted (like being a little pregnant), when I met this very hot guy named Richie.
Richie was great-looking. We danced a while, then he dragged me off to the men's room. Standing in a stall, he whipped out his piece. Big didn't describe him, he was enormous. His cock was a full nine inches long, thick, and juicy with a broad, flared head.
I couldn't resist. Crouching down in the stall, I kissed his piss-slit before engulfing his rubbery cockhead in my mouth. God, did he taste good. I worked on him, almost bringing him off several times, until security came in and ordered us out of the stall.
We didn't get in trouble, of course. It was a gay bar and they were constantly chasing would-be lovers out of the john.
Back on the dance floor, Richie said, "I like your style; got somewhere we can go?" "No, not tonight. My brother's crashing at my place after he does the straight bars."
"Well, I know a few safe spots," he said. "Yeah, me too," I chimed in. "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine."
When the bartender yelled, "Last call." I bought Richie and me another drink--like I needed it. We sucked it down real fast, anxious to get it on.
"Good night, gentlemen," the security guard who chased us out of the men's room said as we were leaving. Richie climbed the steep flight of stairs up to the street. I wanted to bury my face in his ass as I watched it sway with each step. Outside on Boylston Street, he said, "Follow me."
He lead me up a short flight of stairs that led to a record shop which was on the second floor, above the a copy shop. The hugh sign for the store below us, hid us completely from the milling crowd on the street. Richie hugged me, his lips pressing mine, and right there, hidden in the midst of all those people, we kissed. Richie slid his hand down the back of my jeans, and fingered my asshole, making it twitch with anticipation. I groped Richie's hugh cock, feeling it pulsate under my touch. "I want that," I whispered into his open mouth as we kissed again.
"Come on," he said, leading me back down the stairs. "Now you show me one of your places." I guided him across Boylston Street, passed Lord and Taylor's, and into an entrance leading to the complex's parking garage. It was like entering a cave, inky black with night. I pulled him back to the far wall. To the left of us was a flight of stairs which led to the lower level, but since this entrance was only open when the complex was open, it too was unlit.
"Yeah," he uttered, catching me again in his arms and kissing me. "This is a good spot. A dark place to get down and dirty with you." He pushed his hand back into my jeans, and twisted my willing asshole around the tip of a finger. I groaned.
I opened Richie's jeans, letting his hugh cock flop out his fly. I couldn't believe how big, how thick it was. I stroked him, then stooped down. In the darkness, I couldn't see his prick, but it burned big, and hot in my hand. I swooped down on it, sucking the plum-sized head into my mouth, and licked it with the flat of my tongue. I felt Richie's legs tremble as I tongued his open piss hole clean, and sucked down half of his shaft. He stiffened his legs, and arched his crotch out at me, letting me take control of his cock. I amazed myself, when through continued relaxing of my throat, I suddenly found my nose pressed into his nut bush.
"Jesus," he groaned. "Oh, baby, you're good. No body ever got it all down like that before." I pulled back, and jammed him even deeper into my throat, letting it flex around him. I sucked him to the point of shooting twice, but each time, pulled back, letting his hot load settle back into his churning balls.
Richie sucked me, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best. It wasn't my cock he wanted, we both knew that, it was my ass. He wanted to grab me by the hips, push my pants down around my ankles, and plow my butt with his tool. He wanted me to me beg for it, whimpering for more, as I surrendered to him unconditionally.
"Come on," he said, suddenly, hitching up his jeans. I did, and pulled me back onto the deserted street. We walked up to the end of the street, to the back bay station entrance. (This was pre- Orange line. The only traffic was an occasional New York to Boston train on its way to South Station, and at three thirty in the morning, there wouldn't any of them.)
At the foot of the steps, Richie embraced me, his lips pressing mine. Then, we walked part way through the short tunnel that lead to the platform. Richie pushed me against the cold, stone wall, and rubbing his crotch against my ass, whispered. "I want that fuck hole. I want to push my big dick in it, and feel you wrapped around it. You want me to fuck you, baby; want me to plow your ass with my big dick?" As Richie reached around me, undoing my jeans, I sighed. "Yeah, daddy, I want that big cock inside me. I want to feel you in my gut, your hot cock stretching me, hurting me. Fuck me, please fuck me!"
Before Richie shoved my jeans down, I grabbed the poppers out of my pocket, uncapped them, and jammed them under my nose. I took a heavy hit, and handed them to him. I heard Richie take double barrel blasts, before he passed them back. He worked my jeans down to my ankles, leaving me naked from my waist to my ankles. He squatted behind me, and rubbed his stubbly cheek against my ass. I felt him spread my cheeks, and run his nose up the dark crack of my ass. "Oh baby," he muttered just before he locked his lips on the ring of muscle, kissing it tenderly as he had my lips.
Riding a popper high, I felt my asshole dilate around his probing tongue. Richie had managed to jammed it deep inside me, my fuck tunnel awash in his spit. Another blast of poppers, and I held my cheeks apart for him, loving the feel of his velvety tongue rasping my rear.
Richie stood, I heard him spit into his hand. As he rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock, he pressed me down so my ass would be arced back to him. "Yeah," he mumbled as he lined up his cockhead with my asshole. "Yeah," he moaned as he sank it, slowly feeding me the round, rubbery head. "Yeah," he cooed when the head was in, and the shaft was stabbing into my gut. "Oh yeah," he groaned as his wiry pubes ground the soft flesh of my butt. "You've got it all, baby. All of it!"
I pressed my palms flat against the stone wall, and bucked my ass back. Richie jammed the poppers under my nose, and held them there, forcing me to take two or three hits in each nostril. As I blasted off on the vapor, he said, a touch of menace in his voice. "I'm going to rape that sweet, candy ass. Fuck it until you scream. It ain't your ass any more, kiddo. It's mine."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Fuck me with your big, horse dick. Hurt me with it, man. Fuck me!"
Richie pulled his hips back until just his cockhead stuffed my hungry hole. Then, with a vicious thrust of his hips, he sank it home, hitting bottom hard and fast. My ass made wet, gushing sounds as his cock sawed in and out of me. "Like it, bitch," he hissed at me. "Oh yeah, I fuckin' love it, Richie. Fuck me, man. Use me. Fuck me!"
Richie impaled me completely, using his hands to jam my hips back. He held me there, my ass pressed into his crotch, and began to gyrate his hips. "Oh Jesus," I groaned as he stirred my honey pot with his throbbing cock. "Richie," I gasped. "Too much, you're fuckin' too much, man. I'm gonna cum you keep that up, gonna cum...."
"Yeah, do it babe," he whispered in my ear, his tongue playing along the ridge of it. "Shoot your load. I want to feel you shoot from inside. Do it, man. Shoot."
I didn't need further encouragement. I reached down, and just held my dick, squeezing it. "Oh God," I groaned. My hog expanded suddenly, gave one final lurch, and shot. Spurt after spurt of hot, white spunk splattered against the granite wall of the tunnel. It seemed like I came forever.
The twitching, clamping, clutching of my asshole on Richie's cock as I came thrilled him. He plunged deep inside my quivering gut, and froze. "Oh sweet Jesus," he groaned. "Gonna cum, gonna cum...."
I felt his hugh dick swell as his cum load surged up his dick shaft. "What a fuckin' ass," he gasped as his cum blasted into me, followed by quick cock throbs, and more cum. He flooded my gut with his seed, and I took it all, holding it in like liquid gold. As his cock spasms faded, Richie slowly pulled out of me. His cockhead `popping' as it pulled from the hole that had so wantonly serviced it.
There was a shuffling of feet somewhere off in the darkness. Some body else was there. He moved closer.
Richie held me still, pressed against the wall with one hand, while he lit a cigarette with the other. I glanced back as he strick his lighter, to find the face of a handsome stranger just outside the circle of light. I quickly glanced down to see his hand working the solid cock jutting out from his fly. Then the light was gone.
I knew Richie wanted to show my ass to the stranger. The ass he had just fucked. The ass still pushed back, still open, still ready. He wanted me to see the man's cock. Richie held the poppers under my nose. I heard the stranger moving closer. As I blasted off on the popper high, I felt the stranger's cock press into the open eye of my asshole. "Fuck him, man," Richie said. "He's a great lay, fuck him."
I groaned, as the stranger ground his hairy crotch against the tender flesh of my ass, and I heard Richie slowly climbing the stairs.