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Hot Shower


His profile had been listed on the local gay computer
bulletin board for a week now: 21, 5'11", 165lbs, black hair,
eyes, 'stash' & beard. Eight prime inches of uncut meat. Not
interested in bullshit - you can save that for the J.O. boys.
I'm a damn good cocksucker because I LIKE dick, the Bigger the
Better. Willing to demonstrate my talent on the right man with
the right dick. The rest we can work on later. Call (718) 555-
5555, ask for Ted.

Nothing. Here he was a hot and horny man, tired of the
bars and back rooms and ready for a dynamite fuck session and...
no dynamite. The screen in front of him merely said: "No per-
sonal messages waiting."

He looked down and noticed that his cock was jutting out
from his under his shorts, rock hard and dripping precum onto the
chair. It didn't take much to get that thing up and ready for
action. He reached down and with his finger and gathered the
juice that had collected in the loose foreskin around his dick.
Even with his prick pumped up -- like now -- he had always had
that extra skin that could cover his entire shaft and catch
whatever came out of it. He sucked his own juice, letting his
taste buds remind him of his run-in with that jogger a few days
ago. Hot dick, hotter mouth. That time, Ted had been the one
with the big dick and he'd been more than willing to feed it to
the jogger's ass-tight throat.

But that had been nearly two weeks ago, and since then work
(and boredom) had kept him from the cruising scene. He'd hoped
that the computer would have provided a further outlet for his
never-satisfied libido. So far, a big, fat...nothing. He logged
off the BBS and shut down his PC.

After a quick shower, he got into bed. Ted thought of
milking his dick and freeing the pent-up cum in his balls. He
was horny enough -- Ted's dick FELT like he hadn't cum for a
month. Still, that old axiom that good things cum to those who
wait had proved itself true many times. Besides, he always
dreamed of hot, hairy and horny studs whenever he went to sleep
without shooting his load. And there was only one thing better
than DREAMING about big dicks...

He dreamed of canoes on a lake, gliding over the surface
with no effort. Long canoes with thick oars floating in a thick
mist while the telephone rang...


Telephone?

He jerked up in bed, awake and reaching for the phone. The
alarm clock read 2:27 a.m. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.

"Ted?" the voice on the phone asked. A man's voice, low
and deep.

"Yeah? This is Ted."

"You said no bullshit. Interested in a challenge?"

"A what?" Ted answered, reaching for the light.

"My dick, man -- my dick." Ted stopped still. "I'm offer-
ing you the challenge of working on this dick of mine, no bull-
shit. Your profile said you like big cocks and I've got one,
plain and simple. The only thing you've got to do is make it
feel good -- REAL good. Don't care how you do it; whether you
wrap your mouth or your ass around it....or both...it doesn't
matter to me, just so long as you're able to handle it. Inter-
ested?"

Ted said a silent prayer to whatever god of the computer
there was. "You're god damn right, I'm interested," he said into
the phone.

The dude laughed over the telephone. "Good....nice to know
you mean what you say!" he said. Ted scrambled to get a pen and
paper to write down the house number and location. He noticed
that the address was only a short distance away and duly reported
the fact over the phone. "Looks like you'll get this dick sooner
than you thought, then," the voice said. "Be here in 15
minutes."

Ted was there with seven minutes to spare. He rang the
doorbell at the top of the brownstone steps. From inside he
heard a "Come on in, it's open..." and entered the house. He was
in a long entryway that was unlit, like much of the house. The
only light was from the second floor, from which he now heard the
sound of running water. "Come on up," the voice called.

Ted followed the light -- in fact, it was the only light on
in the house. He paused before turning to face the doorway of
the bathroom, took a deep breath, and stepped up to the door.

Standing just inside and right-angled to the door was his
midnight caller. He stood at the sink, all 6'6" of him, careful-
ly trimming the dark-blond beard he wore. Ted watched as the man
continued to shave. He was covered with a fine pelt of hair that
ran from light to dark blond; a light, almost white coloring
around his mouth and mustache to a dark, nearly-black crotch.
His body was firm, not from workouts, but naturally firm and he
had a natural attitude about him that showed this man knew what
he had going for him and was proud of it.

Ted began to breathe a little heavier as he took in the
sight of the dick he soon hoped to be working on. It was a nice,
soft, plump dick that hung down into the sink, owing to the size
of its owner. This dick went hand-in-hand with its body, both
being long and thick. Ted stared at it until he realized that
his host had finished shaving and turned to him.

"Not bad," he said in appraisal of Ted. "Name's Chuck," he
offered with his hand. Ted shook it and then looked up to see
Chuck smiling. "Like what you see?" he asked. Ted nodded.
"Good. You just wait right here for a minute. I've got a shower
to take and need to get a towel." He motioned to the toilet that
sat directly across from the bathtub. "Have a seat. Be back in
a minute."

As he passed, Chuck ruffled the hair on Ted's head and
purposely let his low hanging cock brush Ted' arm. Ted was hot,
horny and anxious to work on that meat. He moved to the toilet,
dropping his shorts and shirt in the process. He lifted the
seat, aimed his dick at the bowel, and let loose a stream of piss
that funneled out of his foreskin. Cut cocks sprayed the piss,
but guys -- like Ted -- that had more than the usual amount of
foreskin could funnel the piss like a hose. Ted had forgotten to
piss in his hurry to get here and he wondered if he'd be finished
before Chuck got back.

He wasn't, but Chuck didn't seem to mind. "Move over," was
all he said.

A second or two passed and then Chuck's dick joined Ted's
in filling the bowel with their piss. There was the spray of a
cut dick, Ted noticed, but he didn't mind. Watching a guy piss
out of a big, heavy dick was one of Ted's private favorites. He
watched it as it lay on Chuck's palm, which was only sightly
bigger than the dick it held. Their piss streams crossed. Chuck
put his arm around Ted's shoulders, pulling him closer, and then
aimed his dick at Ted's, the piss running and spilling over. Ted
quickly followed Chuck's lead and soon both pricks were coated
with each others piss.

Ted finished pissing, but saw that Chuck had a ways to go
yet. Pushing the last few drops from his cock, Ted slowly sank
to his knees in response to the gentle but firm pressure from
Chuck's arm. His cock began to swell as Chuck continued to piss,
his meat only inches from Ted's face. Ted could smell their piss
now. He moved forward and began to lick his own piss from the
horse-cock. The salty taste filled his mouth as he tongue-bathed
this dick, feeling the flow of piss in the dick with his lips.
As Chuck began to finish, Ted turned his head and took the dick
head into his mouth. Chuck let the last of his piss flow into
Ted.

"Suck it down, babe," he said. Ted gulped and swallowed,
grateful he wasn't taking the entire load, but hungry for more,
all the same. As he took the last few drops of Chuck's piss, he
began to move his mouth further down the dick shaft, moving
closer to the dark blond crotch. He could feel the cock in his
mouth begin to swell. As it grew harder and longer, it seemed to
push Ted from itself even as he tried to take more of it in. Ted
wrapped both hands around the base of the thing, willing his
throat to relax. He looked up to see Chuck smiling.

"Take it easy, guy," Chuck said. "I TOLD you it was a big
cock, didn't I?" Chuck ran his fingers through Ted's beard.
"Have a seat," he said, pulling his tool from Ted's mouth. As
Ted pulled the seat cover down and sat, Chuck turned on the
shower. He stepped in and pulled the clear plastic curtain
around him.

Ted began to smile. Directly in front of him was a circle
cut out of the shower curtain! "A do-it-yourself glory hole!" he
thought to himself. Ted looked to Chuck and nodded, showing that
he understood. He leaned forward and opened his mouth.

Through the clear plastic Chuck saw this hot man, ready and
waiting to service his dickmeat. He was glad Ted knew what he
was doing, that he need no instructions. As a reward, Chuck was
prepared to offer him as much of his cock as Ted could take. He
aimed the purple shafthead through the hole where it slid smooth-
ly into the waiting mouth. "God damn!" he thought to himself.
"This is some prize cocksucker." Most guys got no further on his
dick than the head, but Ted was already half-way down and still
going. Chuck sighed a moan of pure pleasure and then began to
soap himself up, letting the water and suds cover his body even
as Ted's mouth covered his dick.

Ted was in a state of total bliss and bordered on a trance.
His only thought was to please this dick, this club, this fucking
COCK within his mouth. His throat opening caressed the shaft and
then, quickly and suddenly, opened up, letting the length slide
in. Chuck groaned louder this time. Ted's throat began to flex
itself, milking and sucking the huge prong it had a grip on. Now
that he had the entire thing in him, he wasn't about to stop, not
even for a breath.

The dick began to move, to slide in and out with a slow
fucking motion. Ted looked up to see Chuck pressed against the
clear plastic, his eyes closed and teeth gritted. The curtain
clung to his wet body, his fur pelt matted to it. And all the
while, his dick pumping in and out, now harder and faster, rush-
ing to shoot itself down this hole.

Ted fell to his knees where his hand flew to his own rock-
hard cock. His mouth lunged forward even as Chuck's dick fucked
his face harder and harder. A low groan started somewhere in his
gut. His whole body felt like one whole extension of dick --
from the base of Chuck's prick to the tip of his own and he
moaned now, wanting to shoot, wanting Chuck's dick to shoot. It
wouldn't be long now! He began to shake.

Chuck could feel the heat of his cum as it started out from
his balls and down the length of his shaft. He shook his head
and roared as the first blast of his load hit the base of Ted's
throat. He threw his head back, the stream of water hitting him
in the face as his dick unloaded itself into Ted. His hands
grabbed hold of Ted's head through the plastic and held it still
as he tried to plunge that dick of his even further into Ted.

Ted tried to open his throat even further, but the sheer
size of the load from this dickclub was choking him. Chuck could
hear Ted gagging, but kept on shooting, still trying to get his
dick in as far as he could. And then...

Chuck fell back against the shower wall, panting, the water
running over him. Ted was heaving in great gulps of air, his
body slumped between his knees. His throat felt raw -- but that
was exactly what he had been looking for. A minute passed and he
looked up at the blond giant, who now had a smile of pleasure on
his face. Again, he said a silent prayer to whatever god of the
computer there was.

Ted stood and met Chuck's eyes. "Look," Ted said. "I've
got to get to work in just awhile..." he opened the shower cur-
tain. "But I sure could use a shower before I go!"

"A shower... why sure..." said Chuck...