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This was just for openers, Sean baby. Just to get you hot enough to proceed with our
lovemaking. I

ve got my eyes on your cute little ass. I want to fuck you real bad.


I

ve never been fucked, Tony. I don

t know if I can do it.

I said noticing the size of his already hard dick.

Your dick is so huge it might not fit in my ass.


Not to worry, Sean. I

ll go easy on you. I

ll work my big missile up your chute one way or the other. But I need it bad, man.
Real bad. Besides, I think you

ll like it once you try it. Most guys do I

ve found. Now, have you got some lube?

Actually, I did have some lube. Used it a couple of times to stick my finger up my ass and work it around for some cheap thrills
b
ut never anything nearly the size of Tony

s huge fuck
tool. So I fetched it
,
but Tony put it aside for the moment.


Lie on your back, put your legs in the air and pull them back as far as you can so I can see that cute rosy hole of yours. Yeah, that

s it.
Your glory hole is sweet. Real sweet. Needs to be eaten as well as fucked. Now I

ll put a pillow under your ass to get it up high enough for an easy fuck. But first a few prelims. Know what rimming is? I

m going to run my hot tongue around the rim of your hole to get you really turned on. Then tongue your hole to loosen you up. Here goes.

With that explanation, he started in on me. God, his tongue felt good as he probed around my se
n
s
i
tive hole

s
ensations I had never felt before. When Tony

s tongue did battle with my sphincter, I thought I would go ballistic. What a sexual rush I got. Next he worked a well-lubed finger into my sphincter
,
and it parted to let the intruder in. Again I was feeling great new sensations as Tony

s finger massaged my prostate although, at the time, I didn

t know that was the cause. After he repeated this action with two fingers, I braced myself for the final assault from his impatient dick, still hard as rock. When it came, it was gangbusters. Even with all the foreplay and lubing, it wasn

t an easy penetration.


God, Sean, your ass is really tight. I thought working those fingers around in you would loosen you up
,
but your still tight as hell. Breathe in as I thrust against you. I know you can take me. And my stubborn cock won

t take

no

for an answer.


Ow. It hurts when you push in me so hard. Lube us up some more. Maybe that will help. It feels like you

re trying to shove a baseball bat up my ass.


Yeah, your sphincter is stretching out like never before. Sorry for the pain
,
but it should abate before long and the ecstasy kick
s
in. It will be worth the slight discomfort. I know since I

ve been fucked a few times myself.

Deeper and deeper
,
Tony worked his massive dick into my glory hole until he had pushed his entire eight and a half
inches past my reluctant sphincter into my hot chasm of delight. The pain was still there
,
but as promised, the ecstasy began as well. I had never imagined anything as sexually exciting as this. Gradually, Tony stepped up the momentum of his thrusts until he attained a fast fucking rhythm that started me jerking my own dick like a madman trying to keep up.


Yeah, Tony, fuck me harder, give me all you

ve got, man.

I couldn

t believe what I was saying
,
but it suddenly felt so good the way he was pounding my ass. And Tony really threw himself into every thrust as my moaning and pleading inspired him. Wham. Wham. Wham. We were like two fucking animals rutting in the wild. No holds barred. It was awesome for both of us.

Finally, Tony reached his moment of orgasm. He pulled out of me and shot off like the
Fourth
of July. His cum shots sailed high in the air, hitting all parts of my body. I suddenly had a coating of his ball-jam all the way up to my chest. It seemed to take forever for him to empty his giant nuts
,
and he moaned with excitement and gratification as it went on. I watched in amazement at the fireworks, hardly believing my eyes, until the gusher finally stopped.

Exhausted again, we engaged in some deep, passionate kissing while still rubbing our cocks together
because
we didn

t want the moment to end. After a while, we bowed to the inevitable as our dicks slowly shrunk. We staggered to the shower and turned on the water full force. It ran off our
bodies in a sensual but soothing manner that was welcome and restorative. We kissed some more with the water still running off us. Tony grabbed my ass and pulled my body tightly against his. Our cocks responded but only for a moment. They had had their day. And so had we. More than we could have hoped for.


I don

t want to let go of you
,

Tony whispered in my ear.

I want to hold you forever. You gave me some of the best sex I ever had. And I think you learned a lot about it
,
too. And enjoyed it.

I felt the same way but was still too shy to express it.
But I think my body pressing tightly against his and my hot kisses spoke for me. Besides, my head was still spinning from the hot sexual action. Finally, my virginity was lost forever and good riddance. With Tony
,
I had experienced passionate man-to-man sex
,
and it was better than I could have imagined. I didn

t know where it would lead and for the moment I didn

t care. I was still savoring the moments of
extreme sexual pleasure I had been privileged to share with a beautiful, sensitive guy.

As I had earlier anticipated, it had been a very good day
.

271

 

 

Mickey Erlach

Many Happy Returns
By Jordan Castillo Price

Kenneth shot a plastic tab through the seam of a hideous sweater. He wasn

t sure why he bothered. It wasn

t as if the sweater hadn

t been returned at least three times. Not that it was defective, per se. It was just so ugly that no one would ever want it.

But Kenneth was only there to earn enough money to buy a new computer. Part-time, seasonal work seemed harmless enough, or at least it had, the day he

d accepted the job of staffing the most obscure return desk in the least-known sub
-
basement of SaverPlus.

He shot a plastic tag through a baseball cap, and wondered what type of person would return a hat. Someone with a head that was really big, or really small? He decided that he thought too much. Always had.

The clock clunked. It was an industrial piece of electronics, circa 1953, and it was far too retro to simply tick. Eight fifty-nine. He turned around and looked at the piles of clothes that had accumulated during his shift. Time to fold up the ugly returns and punch his timecard.

Forty-two year
s
old and punching a time clock. Kenneth tried not to spiral down into a haze of self-pity by distracting himself with another thought, since his brain was so insistent on thinking.

Flat screen monitor. Bluetooth keyboard. Relax. Breathe.

The sharp ring of a call bell sent images of new computer systems scattering to the edges of Kenneth

s mind. He looked up at the return desk, startled, and found a man in a leather jacket with spiked blond hair leaning over the counter on both elbows, chewing gum. He smiled at Kenneth. More of a devilish smile than an expression of actual happiness.


We

re closed,

Kenneth said.

They

ve shut the lights off.

The customer peeked back over his shoulder, as if something had snuck up on him while he was trying to get Kenneth

s attention.


Sure,

he said.

But look, maybe you can do me a favor.

Kenneth resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He couldn

t imagine what would prompt him to do a favor for a total stranger, particularly at this purgatory of a job and especially at 9:01 pm.


This shirt,

the customer said, swinging a plastic bag onto the counter.

I need a large.

Kenneth sighed through his nose and reached into the bag. He had a big enough pile of returns. If he had the shirt in a large, he could scan them, swap them, and send the gum-chewer on his way.

He pulled the shirt onto the counter. It was, in Kenneth

s opinion, the only decent shirt that SaverPlus carried. He owned three, himself.


Whoa,

said the customer, pointing.

You

re wearing the same one.

He levered himself up onto his palms, leaning over the countertop, into Kenneth

s personal space.

That

s pretty wild. Don

t you think?


We haven

t got this in a large,

Kenneth said.

Not in black, anyway.


But I need black,

he said.

The shirt

s from my mom. And she

ll get all weird if I don

t wear it the next time I see her.


I

m sorry, sir
...

The customer snorted
,

Call me Crash.

He squinted at Kenneth

s name tag.

Kenny.

Kenneth composed himself. Bluetooth. DVD-RW. Five
-
hundred gig hard drive.


These shirts are sold out in black large. They have been since November. If you

d like the shirt in mocha, I can do the exchange, but
...


Gimme yours.

Kenneth blinked.

What?

Crash leaned farther still over the counter. He was tall and slim, and he had a very long reach. He stared hard into Kenneth

s eyes and then reached up, fingering the collar of Kenneth

s shirt. He had amazing eyes, pale, pale green.

Your shirt,

he said.

It looks like a large. I would make it worth your while.


You can

t have my shirt.

Crash cocked his head to one side, and ran a tongue stud back and forth over the top edge of his lower teeth.

Everyone

s got a price, Kenny. What

s yours?

Kenneth swallowed hard and got ready to tell Crash to go to hell

not a very festive SaverPlus farewell, but Kenneth was just a seasonal temp, after all

when Crash got a knee up onto the counter and started clambering over it toward Kenneth.


Are you crazy?

Crash grinned wide and flashed his tongue stud.

Kenneth almost called security. Almost. Except Crash wasn

t particularly threatening. He crawled across the return desk like a stripper, his pale green eyes fastened on Kenneth

s face the whole time. And when he oozed over the far edge of the counter, he kept on going down, sinking to his knees right between Kenneth

s feet.


What

s that shirt worth to you?

he said, unbuckling Kenneth

s belt.

Kenneth grabbed the edge of the counter and tried to will his knees to stop shaking. Before he could even register what was happening, his slacks pooled around his ankles.


I can

t believe you

re just going to
...

Crash ran his palms up Kenneth

s thighs. He had silver rings on every finger, and the metal felt smooth
,
gliding over Kenneth

s skin, hot from its contact with Crash

s fingers.

What, no one ever ambushed you before? You

re a good
looking guy.

Objectively, maybe. But Kenneth had always managed to put a

don

t bother me

vibe out there that resulted in him being left alone more often than not.

Crash tugged Kenneth

s boxers down to his knees.


And you

re totally hung,

he said, face so close that Kenneth felt the warmth of Crash

s breath ghosting along his balls.

Kenneth meant to get another hand on the countertop to help hold himself up before his legs gave out from under him, but instead he found himself cupping the side of Crash

s face, running his fingers over the crunchy spikes of hair and tracing the line of silver studs and hoops in Crash

s ear.

Crash had a hand on each of Kenneth

s thighs. He leaned in and pressed his face into the crease of Kenneth

s groin, and Kenneth felt his cock throb, getting hard, fast. It brushed Crash

s cheek, standing away from Kenneth

s body in no time flat.

He gasped at the touch of Crash

s hot, wet tongue. He swore he could feel that tiny metal stud playing along the veins on the underside of his shaft. Kenneth

s fingers fanned over the side of Crash

s face, tracing the sinew of his jaw as his hot, wet tongue stroked its way up, and down.


You wanna feel the inside of my throat?

Crash asked teasingly, looking up from his crouch with his face nuzzled alongside Kenneth

s hard-on.

Kenneth had a hard time forming a reply. Even a single-syllable word.


You gonna give me your shirt?

Kenneth nodded.

Crash raised one eyebrow.

Then take it off.

Kenneth looked out over the counter. The return desk faced a hallway, mostly
,
a
dingy hallway that hadn

t been painted in years, or redecorated in decades. He could see some of the sales floor if he craned his neck. And the guards had never bothered him in the past as they made their closing rounds, other than to yell,

See you later,

as they passed the hallway entrance.

Crash

s tongue darted between Kenneth

s balls, and Kenneth had to clench his jaw to keep from yelping.

Your shirt,

Crash said, forming the words against Kenneth

s scrotum.

Kenneth peered out over the counter again, toward the darkened sales floor.


What do you care if anyone sees?

said Crash.

It

ll be totally hot if they do.

He tilted his head back and fit his lips around one of Kenneth

s balls, cradling it with his mouth and teasing at it with the tip of his tongue.

Kenneth squirmed. His cock was so stiff now it almost hurt, and his balls were tight. If he was so turned on already, how amazing would it feel if he were buried deep in that wicked mouth?

Kenneth pulled his shirt off with one quick tug, and let it fall to the floor beside his foot.

Crash smiled up at him, then reached into his mouth and pulled out the wad of chewing gum. He twisted around and stuck the gum beneath the counter.

Good choice,

he said, and turning back to meet Kenneth

s gaze again, he wet his lips with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.

Crash

s hands slid up the backs of Kenneth

s thighs, grabbing his ass, squeezing it, pushing Kenneth

s hips forward so his cock sank deep, deep into Crash

s hot, slick mouth.

Crash just held him there for a moment. Good thing, Kenneth thought, both hands clutching the counter so hard that his knuckles went white. He was in the midst of a giant
head rush
that threatened to leave him sprawled on a pile of ugly, poorly sized, or just plain unwanted holiday gifts.

Crash

s tongue moved, an unhurried slither that dragged the smooth ball of his tongue stud tantalizingly over the bottom of Kenneth

s stiff dick.


Oh, God.

Crash grunted a reply. Kenneth thought he sounded pleased with himself.

Crash began to suck, and Kenneth

s world tipped on its axis. His legs started to quiver, at first just a slight trembling, and then a full-on shake. Crash held his ass more tightly, sinking his fingers deep into the flesh, driving Kenneth

s dick deeper still into his throat. Kenneth felt the softness at the back with his sensitive cockhead, felt Crash hum, and swallow, and use every trick in the book to make him explode.

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