Chapter 8
Tom Lewis, Kathy's husband, awoke from a nap and smiled up at Chuck Webster. He was in Chuck's bed in Chuck's Chicago apartment. He smiled dreamily at Chuck, naked and relaxed.
"Three days now without a single drink," Tom told Chuck. "Man, that's progress."
Chuck threw back the covers and reached for Tom's soft cock mass. "I told you there were better things to do than pour all that rotgut down your throat." He had greased his hand with vaseline and now began to jack off the younger man. Tom had a good six inches and his prick immediately began to rise.
"The hard-ons are the best," said Tom. "With Kathy I couldn't get hard-ons. Me with the most beautiful wife in the midwest, and no hard-ons."
"Now you get one every day," said Chuck. It felt good to feel the sex desire flow into the man's meat. The cock gleamed with vaseline now and stood at attention, getting stiffer and stiffer.
Tom laced his fingers behind his head and lay back in luxury, letting the older man jack him off. "Man, that really feels good," he said. His prick was really hard now and pure pre-seminal fluid oozed out of the small hole in the head.
"I'm going to take you slowly," said Chuck climbing on the bed beside the long-haired youth. "This time I want you to hold onto your cookies as long as you can, no matter what I do."
"I'll try," laughed Tom. "Ohhhhhh, that feels so good. Real, honest hard-ons feel so good."
The poor guy! Chuck had jacked him off the first
I'll time while Tom was half-drunk, proving to the insecure, depressed young man that there was nothing wrong with his sex equipment. The second time Chuck pulled his pud in Tom's motel room, Tom had also been slightly swacked, too fuddled to be embarrassed and eager to find out that the first time hadn't been a fluke. After that, Chuck had gut-spurted Tom every day as he weaned him away from the bottle.
After that, with no more traveling assignments for a while, Chuck staying in Chicago, saw no reason for Tom to run up motel bills. "We'll get you off the sauce and into some good hard-ons," he told Tom. "Then you'll be ready for Cranfield and Kathy." The C-W Company might or might not agree, but Chuck wasn't telling him yet about those troubles. Right now, as far as they knew, Chuck was doing local Chicago sales and breaking in Tom on some of the customers in the big town. In actuality they only hit a couple of places a day, while Chuck worked on restoring his problem salesman.
Right now Tom was really into the sex feeling, straining up to Chuck's hand. His face blushed sexily and from time to time his young, stiff cock throbbed in ecstasy in Chuck's greased hand. Leave it to a guy to know how to make you feel good, thought Tom. In a way it was sort of homosexual. Still, lots of guys when they were young masturbated in each other's company. Sometimes they jacked each other off, instead of pulling themselves.
Thrilling to Chuck's hand, he began to make gentle fuck motions with his loins. "Ah, ah, ah," he said.
"Not too fast," ordered Chuck. "Make it last."
Tom tried to relax, trembling a little in his desire to burst those tight balls of his that for the first time in months were getting a daily workout. Back home with Kathy, time and again he'd tried to force himself into sex, but the fire he'd had when they were first married was gone. The fewer successes he had, the more he drank. Finally he'd become completely impotent with her and traded his sexuality for drinking, getting looped every day.
Tom gave a deep gasp as the waves of sex delight in his cock reached some deep point in his sex psyche. "Ahhhhhh."
"Keep on holding to it," said Chuck.
Tom laughed. "You're getting a hard-on, too," he said.
It was true. Fucking off the other man's meat with his hand, Chuck had felt sexier and sexier, and his cock in the jock shorts had lengthened. "What the hell," he laughed and pried open the shorts and let his jong strain outward.
"My God," said Tom. "Eight inches. What a cock!"
"Size doesn't mean a thing," laughed Chuck, but he was proud that he had the advantage of the other. Not only was his dick longer, but it was bigger around. He wasn't surprised that he was getting his own sex thrills. Before this Chuck had never touched a man or even thought about homosexual kicks.
The fact was, he no longer had Dolly around to burn off his sex with. Nor did he have Kathy. He had no sex life at all. Kathy had left Cranfield the day after her wild night with August Pritchard Benbold. She had an aunt somewhere downstate in Illinois and Chuck had reluctantly agreed that she should go there for a short rest. Kathy hadn't even wanted to see her husband, Tom. It was obvious that Kathy Lewis had had enough men in her life for a while, and a female aunt would just about be right.
Chuck now took some vaseline and rubbed it on Tom's lower belly. It felt very sexy to enjoy the ripple of the taut skin, oily under his hand.
"Hey," laughed Tom.
"I dig your belly," said Chuck. "Every once in a while you tense your muscles as your cock gets hotter."
"I I-like it," said Tom. At this point he was really sexed up and willing to let his friend do anything he wanted.
In fact, Chuck was getting hot for Tom's body. It was kind of silly to come so close to sex and not get your own jollies. All along Chuck had sensed the passivity of the man, had picked him for Cranfield assignment for that reason. Of course, his good-looking wife was a tremendous plus in what Chuck planned to do in Cranfield.
From the first, Chuck had suspected that part of Tom's sex problem was a strong latent homosexual drive, and now was as good a time as any to find out how far it went. Maybe he had some in himself, because now he felt a deep sexuality suffuse his being. It was funny that clothed, walking around, Tom didn't arouse him, but naked in bed, fooling with the man's cock, it was possible to feel really hot.
Chuck stroked Tom's balls with his greased hand. "Boy, you've sure got a load to drop," he told Tom, enjoying the tight, heavy sex sac. "Urgghhhhh," keened Tom. "F-feels so good."
Chuck ran his greased finger down between the buttock separation along Tom's seam, feeling him quiver as the finger rode over the ass pucker.
"I'm almost there!" cried Tom happily, thrusting his loins.
Deliberately, Chuck grabbed a Kleenex from the bedside stand and rubbed the grease off Tom's cock. "Hey," said Tom.
"We'll try this," said Chuck. Heart pounding, he leaned over and took the head of Tom's cock in his mouth.
"Oh my God!" said Tom in awe. "Oh, Chuck, don't do that. Oh, please, it's toooooo gooooood."
But Chuck sucked deliberately, dizzy himself from the sensation of tasting the protein meat and the straining, tensing blade. It actually felt terrific and Chuck's cock throbbed in pleasure. Tom continued to splutter his protest. "That's really ho ho-homosexual," he managed. "You shouldn't
Chuck had no intention of stopping. You passed through life but once and the time was ripe to see what a male cocksuck felt like, he thought. He loosed the cock. "I'm going to blow you this time," he informed Tom.
"Oh, God!" Tom tried to rise up in protest, but Chuck pushed him back, and sucked the male cock again, this time working the skin fiercely over the hard muscle.
"AH, GOD. I'M TAAAAAAAAAAKEN," cried Tom. "I'M FU-FUCKED. AH, AH, AH, AH."
His body turned into hard, warm marble. He grunted and locked and they could both sense the burst of tremendous back pressure from the sucked cock.
Chuck took the first body-hot spurt in his mouth to see what it was like, the gush of starchy come. Then he released Tom's jong and bent it back a little so that the hot gushes spent on Tom's belly with a splat! splat! sound. Chuck thrilled deeply to feel the erotic spasms of the spending male prick. What a glory fountain! "Ah, ah, ah," went Tom as he spurted it all out of his guts. The jism flew up to Tom's navel and then as the pressure eased fell and puddled on his belly where it mixed with the grease Chuck had rubbed there.
"Now that's real manhood," enthused Chuck. He rubbed the sexy belly, swimming now in Tom's gut spend, some rolling off over his hip bones.
Tom had fallen back, glowing and pleased with his come. "That was fabulous, Chuck. But I don't think we ought to get so close to homosexual, you know?"
Chuck grunted and crawled on top of the younger man. When he brought his hips down, his stiff, hungry cock dipped into the pool of Tom's jism. The stuff felt like sexy spun silk on his cock and it was still warm.
"Hey," laughed Tom. "What's this."
"You got it off good, kid. I need to get it off myself."
"Yeah, but, but-" Tom protested. The bigger man pinned him down as if he were a woman being fucked. Tom felt Chuck's huge cock digging into his belly, sliding sexily on the grease and the spend. The hot body plastered to his and Chuck began to fuck his loins, riding his cock on Tom's belly, the two abdomens providing a friction device.
"Hey, now look," said Tom, "this is pretty dangerous."
"You want to-" grunt "suck me?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that, Chuck."
"You want to uh uh hand job me?"
"Well, it never occurred to me."
"Lie still, Tom. I'm doing fine," said Chuck who was in seventh heaven. He lay his length on Tom's body. He hugged the man and felt the warmth. The pool of spend made a fabulous, thrilling substitute cunt, and he was fuck-sliding on Tom's belly in glory. He got a tighter lock with his arms around his victim and began to lick and nibble the soft skin at Tom's neck.
"Oh, now, hey, now cut it out," said Tom. "I can't allow this. You've got to let me up."
"In a m-m-minute," quavered Chuck, reveling in the sweet fuck rocking on the kid's belly. His cock was getting hotter and hotter.
Tom struggled ineffectually to get out from under. It was no use; Chuck was stronger and was caught up in his deep sex delight. "Oh, damn," Tom said with almost female exasperation and fell back under the dominating male.
The resignation of his fuck partner whipped Chuck's libido to hot delight. There was nothing in the world finer than naked bodies, male or female, sucking together and getting it off in or on a hot, human belly.
"Ah, Tom, I've fucked you. You're taken," Chuck cried. Tom stared back at him, horrified and swallowed uncertainly. Chuck felt his guts turned to liquid now, ready to pour out his joy. He looked at Tom's beautiful face and seized his head under the chin in the V of his thumb and fingers. Tom's mouth was partly open in surprise. Chuck locked his own mouth on the luscious lips and drove his tongue inside the other male's mouth with a surging thrill of delight. Tom bucked under him in the homosexual kiss and Chuck felt faint with thrills, locked and then began to spend copiously on Tom's flat belly. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, heaven! As his body convulsed and delivered his hot jism, his breath blasted against Tom's soft cheek and his tongue drove into Tom's mouth and he completely controlled the other male in the wild orgasm. At last, laughing, glowing, fully spent he rolled off Tom and pointed at Tom's belly.
The lad's belly was a sopping mess, the two comes and the oil a lake of liquid, from navel to cock, running off onto the sheets.
"We've been there, man," Chuck cried happily. He rubbed the silken liquid with his hand, enjoying the texture of the hot come, the naked flesh, the soft feel of it. "I'll bet I could lick up every drop."
"Oh, Jesus!" cried Tom, leaping off the bed. He rushed to the bathroom to clean himself off while Chuck expired in laughter. Tom was homosexual to his marrow, a delicious male fuck, if he only knew it.
Later, dressed, Tom started to pack. "No offense, Chuck, but I think you've done everything for me you can do. I'm not homosexual, and I'm going to move back to my motel. Or even go back to Cranfield maybe."
"Listen, Tom. You like guys. You like to be stroked and loved and occasionally taken. There's nothing wrong with it. It just comes out that way for some people. You want to get out of sex trouble, stop acting something you don't feel. Get yourself a nice guy and fuck, fuck, fuck."
"I want my wife."
"Fine. So you're bi-sexual. These things can always be worked out. The important thing is to be true to your own nature. Then you'll have plenty of hard-ons."
"It scares me, Chuck."
"It's not the end of the world. You have plenty of love to give." He slapped Tom's buttocks. "I'd like to take you back to bed myself. I'd love to get it off in your sexy glory-hole."
"Oh, damn," said Tom blushing. He made his escape.
Eased of his sex need, Chuck turned again to his immediate problem whether anything could be done to solve the mess of his Cranfield plan. Right now it lay in the dust, shattered into a thousand pieces. After some thought, he picked up the phone and called August Benbold in Cranfield....
"I oughta kick your face in for what you done to me that night," said the fat City Engineer when Chuck admitted him to his apartment the next day.
"Sure," said Chuck pleasantly. "Maybe later. Now we've got to talk about money."
"How much am I in for?"
"Twenty-five thousand, same as the Council-men."
"That's shit."
"That's all you get on this plan. You'll make yours when you set me up to sell business machines to Cranfield for C-W."
Benbold nodded bleakly. He wasn't about to argue with Chuck Webster after the beating he'd taken. He still had a discolored eye. "What about Scales," Chuck demanded.
Benbold waved a hand. "The key is still Kathy Lewis. That little doll is the right choice to bring 'em all in the Councilmen who really dig her, and Scales and even me. There's nothing wrong with your plan. It just takes time to sink in. Hell, it doesn't even hurt the city, since we gotta move somewhere for the next three years. So why shouldn't deserving people make a little. Everybody says "no" at first. As a salesman, you know that, Webster. Everybody has some larceny, even Frank Scales. One day he's got to tumble. He'll go for two reasons, one being that it brings young Kathy a nice hunk of money. He's itching to do something for the kid and get some more of that hot sucking. The other is me. You could say we're kind of rivals. If I'm in, Scales knows I won't blow up on him. That's why I gotta get a bigger cut, Chuck-" The fat man went on whining, but Chuck's mind was elsewhere. Kathy, Kathy was the key. After he'd gotten rid of Benbold, he called Dolly in Cranfield and told her what she had to do. That was a hard sell, too, but at least he got her simmering. Nothing could happen now till they got Kathy back on the rails.
That left Chuck with an empty evening and a lonely apartment. He watched TV for a while, he knocked back a couple of drinks and tried to read a book. No good. At last with a grin he jumped up, grabbed his coat and headed out for the motel where Tom Lewis stayed.
It was no problem to get the key to Tom's room. The night man had seen him there several times and probably thought he was sharing the room with Tom. Inside Chuck found Tom as he knew he would, back on the bottle, lying on top of the bed in his shorts.
"Oh, no," said Tom when his eyes focused on Chuck. "No more of that fooling around."
Chuck's eyes glittered. He'd been too gentle with the lad. He'd picked the kid up from the salesman's pool, trained him, got him a good spot in Cranfield and gotten his wife a good job too. If the plan worked he was going to stuff the Lewis bank account with thousands of dollars. He had to get Tom off the booze and keep him on the sidelines so he didn't rush to Cranfield and louse up the action there. He jerked the bottle away from Tom. "You won't need any more of that tonight."
Tom got off the bed. "Get out of here, Chuck. It's my room, and-" He staggered and Chuck pushed him back on the bed, where he fell heavily and began to blubber. "I don't like what you're doing to me turning me into into-"
Chuck undressed slowly, feeling the rising delight of anticipated sex. "Breaking through your stupid ego hang-up to show you where it's really at," said Chuck. "Move over."
Tom whined and tried to get up again. Chuck shoved him back. "You see, with the drinking you can't even handle yourself. I got nothing against booze, my friend, but with you it's got to come second."
They fought for a minute while Chuck stripped Tom of his shorts. To Chuck's astonishment, Tom's cock had already hardened. "You see, Tom? Your cock already knows it's my fuck, and it's ready."
"No, no, no, no," Tom whimpered, but Chuck thrust him down and caught his head in his hand. Before it had all been tentative, each man feeling his way. Before Tom's cock had seemed strange and the gut workings of making a male go had seemed strange to Chuck. Now he knew that Tom was a sexy homosexual and he was thoroughly bisexual himself. No use to kid around with it anymore. As soon as he began to handle Tom's soft flesh, his own cock hardened in pleasure. Now he began to kiss Tom on the mouth and stroke his body, his nipples, his belly, his cock, just as he would a woman, fully and openly, his own breath going short in delight as he began to use the other's body.
Tom was just like a little kid, whimpering and fussing at first and then falling under the spell of the dominating male. His cock strained up hard and he began to moan instead of complain. He opened his legs so his male lover could get at his balls and fondle then, and he made little fuck motions with his loins.
Chuck was serious now, kissing Tom and stroking him, sucking his nipples, whispering love words, digging his tongue into Tom's ear holes to make the soft male shudder.
"Oh, my God, Chuck. Oh, oh, oh," quavered Tom. "It's too much."
Chuck dug his teeth gently into the soft skin at Tom's neck. "Look at you, lover. You're turned on like rockets. Your cock is like warm steel. Your balls are swimming for homo fuck. You want my love, love, love and lots of it."
Tom moaned and lie back and took Chuck's eager French kiss. Thrilled at this unusual experience of loving a member of his own sex, Chuck felt his own heart pounding like sixty. Who'd've thought you could get so high on a male body it just took the right one. Only this time he meant to savor the highest pleasure, planting his seed inside his lover's body.
Carefully, almost callously, Chuck worked his lover, with kisses, hot words and stroking until he sensed Tom was more eager for the fuck than protecting his ego. Tom was going now:
"Oh, Chuck, I do like it, I got to admit. It's weird, I never thought I would, but I do, I do, I do
"You're one sweet hunk of man-love," said Chuck. "Once you learn how to man-fuck and relax, you can have women too. Even Kathy." He passed Tom's prick into his mouth and sucked him gently, keeping the hot balls on a low boil. Now Tom was really ready, sexed up, passive in his arms, red with sweat and delight, heavy with fuck desire. "Oh, oh, oh," he moaned.
Once again, Chuck used the vaseline to ease the friction, first on Tom's cock which was now almost purple and then in Tom's crack. Tom knew full well what was going to happen, but he made no protest, caught up in Chuck's driving need. Chuck worked Tom's ass-hole with the grease while Tom gave little gasps and moved his loins uneasily. The sphincter was stubborn, but at last it gave in to Chuck's fingers and he thrilled to feel the opening of the body hole that would give him the ultimate delight.
"Urrrrr," cried Tom in pleasure. "You're getting my prostate. Silken burn. I'm going to to-to-"
Chuck pinched Tom's cock below the head to make him save his spend. Then he turned Tom over and parted his buttocks. Tom was okay now, holding onto his sperm.
Chuck stared down at the sight, the hairs, the red inner rhime, the seam and the brownish opening pucker. Strange, different, but he'd corn-holed before many times. Only this time there were balls hanging right below the ass-hole. He greased his cock. "Okay, lover," he said. "You want it?"
Tom's muffled voice was strained and hot. "Fu-fuck me, Chuck. Fuck me deep!" he said.
Thrilling, Chuck slid his cock to the glory notch and shoved in. Tom gave a great, sexy groan and Chuck felt groovy, sliiiiiiiding penetration and the body heat of his taken lover. The rectum grudgingly admitted him. "Ah, oh, oh," gasped Tom. His ass was much more sensitive to the cornhole than his wife's had been. After all, Tom had a prostate that was being silk-stroked by the hard, violating cock. As Chuck fucked, Tom moved his loins in a lazy, taken way, adding to Chuck's enjoyment. When he tensed his smooth buttocks against Chuck's dominating thighs, Chuck almost blew his own cookies. Wow, it was hot!
"Now, uh, uh, uh," Chuck said.
He began to manfuck Tom Lewis. Delicious thrills possessed Chuck as he grooved deeply into Tom's body and enjoyed the friction of the bowel walls. The sturdy male ass could withstand a rougher action than a woman's, and Chuck began to ream in delight.
There was no hope of saving Tom's orgasm, not at this stage. Under him, Tom began to plunge wildly. "Oh, Chuck, you've done me. CHUCK I'M GOING TO EX-EX-
EXPLOOOOOODDDEEE. OH, GOD, OH, GOD. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Chuck reached under and caught the other's cock. He felt the warm, sweating body lock, and the blasting surge of Tom'siirst spurts. He got the weird feeling of Tom's ass-hole quaking around his cock and he literally fucked Tom's joy juice out of the dominated man's body. Wham, wham, wham. Tom bucked and roiled in pleasure, crying "uhahhhhhhhhhh," as he spent to his fullest glory, wild and open and lifted to seventh heaven.
Thrilled to within an inch of his own blasts, Chuck fucked gently, enjoying the prolonged feeling of fucking the juice out of the taken body. It was all over the bed under Tom. At last Tom quivered a final time, sighed, and went limp under his master.
Chuckling in delight, Tom now began to fuck faster and faster, using the human hole for his sole delight. "You were made for hot male pricks, Tom. It's your love-life fulfillment. Take my cock, take the full fuck of it," Chuck crooned. Words and saliva drooled from his mouth as he drove himself to crazed heaven on the violated ass. Then a giant hand of pleasure swept down from nowhere and locked Chuck's loins.
"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEAAAAAAA, he went. He held in glorious suspension for a moment sensing his raping cock burrow even deeper up Tom's tunnel to its ultimate position. "Ta-take my baby, you sexy bitch!" he cried and then began to squeeze off his pleasure-soaked spurts deep in Tom's body. Throb, throb, throb. It felt like his guts had turned to steaming liquid and poured out of his body in the hot spending triumph. Tom cried out in surprised delight at this fake woman's use of his being, fulfilling a role he'd been destined for, for years. He'd never felt anything like the pulsing, hot male cock up his rear and it completely turned his mind over. He thrust his buttocks tight to his male lover's, trying to suck off every drop of the hot come and give deepest pleasure to Chuck.
So with his ass, he'd drawn off Chuck's sex poison and turned the stronger male into a weak, spent figure that lie on his back and laughed in delicious afterglow, empty cock still hard up Tom's butt. You didn't always have to be hard and hitting, Tom knew. The hotter and harder the cock, the more the conquest when you drew off its load with your body. He squished in his own spend, content, under the weight of Chuck Webster.