Manhandled (11 page)

“And you said you’d think about it. That was late yesterday.”

He slides back up against me, lets me get an arm around him. “This is so bizarre,” he says. “You couldn’t write this story.”

“Why do you think you remembered my address?”

He ponders this a bit, then says, “I know. I can see it now, the last thing I did before leaving the office. I was sending
you a copy of the latest issue and, as I wrote your address on the label, I realized I had it memorized. And I wondered what
you were like, what you were doing at that moment.”

“So, what do you think?” I ask. “Is this fate or what?”

He crawls on top of me, gives me a long kiss. “It’s meant to be, that’s what it is.” I slide a hand down to his ass, give
it a squeeze. Maybe there’s a story here after all.

Thom Wolf

M
y eyes met his as soon as I opened the door. He stood out in the crowd.

A dozen or so expectant faces turned toward me. For two seconds I had their undivided attention. I was not who they expected
me to be and the moment of adulation was over. They weren’t interested in me, but they were not going to move aside to let
me past. I had to force my way through the crush of closely huddled shoulders. A couple of ladies in their sixties thrust
souvenir programs beneath my nose.

“Would you sign these for us?”

They didn’t really know who I was. I obliged them with a hasty scrawl across my photograph at the back of the program.

“Is she coming out yet?” one of the two women asked.

“I have no idea.”

They both smiled and thanked me before shoving their way back into the crowd to await the arrival of their favorite diva.

Although he stood in their ranks, he was not part of the crowd. I could see that he did not share their hunger for a rapid
scribble and a sincere word from an aging star. He stepped toward me as I tried to leave.

“Could I have your autograph?” he asked. His voice was deep, older than I would have expected.

I smiled. “You can, but it won’t be worth anything.”

He did not smile. “That depends on what you measure as worth.”

“I’m not a star in this show. I dance in the chorus.”

“I know.” He was standing close; I could feel the warmth of his body. “You also understudy the leading man.”

“In four months he hasn’t missed a single performance.”

“I live in hope.”

I opened his program and began to write.

“What’s your name?”

“Jimmy.”

As I wrote he stepped even nearer. His thigh brushed against mine. The pressure was light but deliberate. I could smell his
scent; the fragrance of his body aroused me: sweat, cologne, and the sweet aroma of laundry softener. His chest was leaning
against my arm as I wrote; I could faintly feel the masculine beat of his heart.

I gave him back his pen and program. We looked at each other and did not move. He was tall, an inch or two bigger than myself,
and his body was lean. It was a warm night and there was no need for a jacket. He wore a clingy red T-shirt and an old pair
of faded jeans. I could see the hard points of his nipples. His eyes were dark liquid pools that could easily discern my desire.

We understood one another.

We walked up the road together. The streets were quiet. We didn’t have much to say. I slid my arm around his waist and drew
him to me as we walked. The ass of his jeans was faded and worn. I could feel the heat of his buttocks through the thin fiber.
He was not wearing underwear. Neither was I.

The night was young yet. We went to a nightclub. It was packed. We fought our way through the crowds and began to dance. We
were crushed close together. We inhaled from a bottle of poppers and submitted to the heat. My blood pounded in my ears. The
crotch of Jimmy’s jeans was as worn as the ass, and I could feel every curve and contour of his cock through the faded denim.
He rubbed up against me, grinding his hard dick against my own.

We could not talk above the music. We communicated through touch. We bumped and ground our two bodies, driven together by
the frantic beats. Someone behind me tried to grab my ass but I ignored him. My clothes were clinging to my body like a damp
rag.

Jimmy moved closer. His mouth was open as he pressed his lips to mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and we shared saliva.
His arms were around my shoulders. I unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and slipped my hands down the back. I cupped his ass;
I dug in and lifted and crushed the hard flesh. He moved his hips in short circles between my cock and my hands. The front
of his jeans was damp with precum.

I worked a finger into the crack of his ass and stuck it up his hole. There was no resistance to my intrusion. He kissed me
with increased fervor, slipping his tongue into the recesses of my mouth. He dug his fingers into my hair, holding my face
close.

I could smell the sex that was brewing between us. Very soon I would be replacing the fingers up his ass with my aching cock.

Jimmy’s jeans were hanging down the back of his thighs and his ass was exposed for anyone to see. I shoved my hand deep and
lifted his body toward me. I pressed my lips to his ear. I kissed the generous lobe before sucking it into my mouth. He squirmed.
I shoved my tongue into his ear and he let out a gasp that could be heard well above the music.

“Let’s find a corner,” I said.

I hitched the seat of his jeans back up over his bare ass. He did not fasten the buttons but let them hang loose. As we shoved
through the crowd, hands reached out toward us. Someone grabbed my tit, someone else found the throbbing bulge in my crotch.
I shook them both aside.

We found a couch in a corner of the club. Jimmy lay down on the black upholstery. He lifted his ass and shrugged his jeans
down his thighs. I lifted one leg at a time and removed his shoes and jeans. I knelt on the floor between his thighs.

His cock was lying hard against his stomach. He had leaked a damp pool of precum onto his T-shirt. I started with his balls
and a soft trail of kisses. His scrotum tightened and rolled lazily beneath my lips. His flesh was smooth, natural rather
than shaven. The skin of his balls was two shades darker than the rest of his body. I licked up the seam of his sac, the heavy
nuts hanging down on either side of my tongue.

His body moved beneath me, and when the tip of my tongue slid up from his balls to the root of his cock, the throbbing organ
jerked at my moist touch. I looked up to his face and my eyes met his penetrating gaze.

“Do it,” he mouthed.

I opened my mouth and closed my lips over his fleshy knob. His cock was swollen to the rigidity of a rock; there was not a
centimeter of give in the tight skin. A beautiful clear pearl leaked from the tip of his purple jewel and mixed with my saliva.
He lifted his ass from the couch and slipped his dick farther into my mouth. I’ve never been much good at deep throat, but
I gave his cock my best effort. Saliva oozed from the vacuum of my lips and dripped down the shaft of his organ. I held his
balls in my palm; they were loose and wet.

A crowd had begun to form around us. No one spoke, they just watched. It was my second captive audience that night.

The taste of salt was now strong on my tongue. He was leaking precum furiously. I sucked and licked and swallowed. My fingers
were wet; I stuck a couple in his asshole. That did it for him. The cock tensed between my lips and his most precious secretion
flowed into me. His spunk was hot and strong; I allowed it to ooze slowly to the back of my throat before swallowing. His
asshole tightened around my fingers.

He remained hard. I removed my fingers from his ass and quickly took off my pants. I took a rubber out of my back pocket and
then tossed my pants into an untidy heap on the floor beside me.

Jimmy rolled over on the sofa. He got up on his knees and rested his arms over the back. I looked at his perfect ass. His
buttocks were firm and round, the texture of his flesh creamy and smooth. As he leaned forward, the crack parted and I saw
the small dusty brown hole. It was a flawless ass.

I had trouble getting the rubber down over my cock. My head was swollen like a huge bloated apricot and my fingers were inefficient
with haste. At last I fitted it securely. I tore open a sample of K-Y lubricant and smeared the jelly over myself. My cock
trembled and pulsated at the slick caress of my fingers.

I planted a hand on the cheek of Jimmy’s ass and spread him wide. He pressed back toward me, and his ass-hole bulged like
a hungry mouth. I spread the jelly over his hole and shoved a couple of fingers up inside him. He was hot and sticky; the
strong muscle gripped my fingers. I pushed slowly in and out, fucking him with my hand. He grunted and moaned and pushed his
ass back at me every time I withdrew.

I removed my fingers and stood up. I held my cock poised over his prone figure. I put it inside him. We sighed together and
I slipped into place. I felt the tight, powerful passage of his ass along every trembling inch of my cock. Someone behind
me cheered. I started to fuck. His ass was relaxed and I could slide back and forth without fearing I would hurt him. I held
him by the waist, holding his perfect ass still while I controlled every movement. I was wholly aware of each sensation, my
balls pressed against his underside as I buried myself in him.

The crowd around us was moving in closer. Someone came up behind me and put his arms around my chest. He unbuttoned my shirt
and tossed it onto the floor beside my jeans.

“It’s spoiling my view of your ass,” the man said as he stepped back.

I had a good range of motion. My cock slipped out of Jimmy’s asshole until only the bulbous head remained inside him, then
I shoved in until I felt his buttocks press hard against my pelvis. We fucked hard, incited by the driving rhythm of the music
and its erratic beat.

I shoved Jimmy’s T-shirt up to his shoulders, exposing the graceful curve of his spine. I slid a hand beneath him and located
an engorged nipple. I twisted the large nub between thumb and forefinger as Jimmy jerked his ass rapidly in reaction to my
ministrations. He arched his back and thrust his hips onto me with increased vigor.

The sensations in my cock were exquisite. Every morsel of flesh throbbed as I sheathed myself on his ass. My hips were jerking
frantically. My eyes were beginning to sting with the sweat of my exertion. A man stepped forward out of the crowd. He held
an open bottle of poppers beneath my nose. I inhaled. In one rapid instant my pleasure was increased a hundredfold. My head
and cock felt fit to burst. The man offered the bottle to Jimmy and I fucked him even harder as he inhaled the potent fumes.

My stomach muscles clenched in excitement and I came in spasms. My knees began to buckle beneath me as my entire body went
into rapture. I filled him with the aching length of my cock and allowed the hot milk to flow. A deep cry of satisfaction
tore from my throat. I ejaculated one long, intense spurt after another. I leaned on Jimmy for support as my seed and my orgasm
ebbed from me to him.

I removed my cock and sat down naked on the couch beside him. The leather stuck to my clammy ass. It felt good. I saw the
faces of those who had gathered to watch. There were about thirty people standing there, and at least half of them were holding
their cocks in their hands. My chest rose and fell as I took deep rapid breaths.

I removed the rubber from my cock. Cum dribbled from the sheath and spilled over the head of my dick. Although it had already
begun to lose its color, the temperature of my cum remained hot.

A man stepped forward from the crowd. He was blond and broad-shouldered, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He got down on
his knees in front of me and began to lick up the spunk from my cock. I remained hard.

Others began to move in fast. A young guy, dark, in his early twenties, already had a condom in place. His jeans were open;
his hard cock and balls were framed by the parted flaps of denim. He stepped up behind Jimmy and slipped it to him, taking
my place in his ass.

The blond was devouring every drop of dying sperm; he held my pink shaft at the root and licked me clean. He opened his mouth
wide over my head and sucked up the last pearls of cum lingering in my slit. My desire had not been satiated by the orgasm.
The blond kept me turned on; I was horny and wanted more. I eased his head up from my cock.

“Take my ass,” I told him.

He smiled, a hot smile, a voluptuous smile. I raised my knees up to my chest and lifted my splayed ass to the edge of the
sofa. Now everybody could see what I had. My body held no more secrets from these strangers. Several men stepped closer. A
couple made contact with my eyes, but most kept their gaze focused on my asshole. They stroked their hard cocks at different
rates. As I watched one of the guys let loose his load; it spurted from his circumcised cockhead in long thin ropes. When
he was done he shook his organ, displacing a lingering glob of cum from the head. It fell to the floor. He did not put his
dick away when he was done, he just left it there, hanging loose as he began to soften. He continued to watch me.

The blond pressed his mouth to my musky asshole. He gently kissed the smooth pucker. I felt his tongue slip inside me; my
ass opened to take him. The sensation was wet and languid, tickling my sensitive flesh. I pulled my knees up higher and thrust
more of my ass into his face. He held my hips and brought my ass to his mouth, eating me like a fruit.

Through half-lidded eyes I gazed at Jimmy. He was on his hands and knees just off to the side of me. His face was glazed with
a veil of perspiration. His lips were parted, and he let out a series of gentle sighs. The dark boy was plowing hard into
his ass; he was keen and enthusiastic. He came within a few minutes. Another man, this one older, was ready to take his place.
As the boy removed his cock from Jimmy’s ass the man stuck his own, larger organ inside.