4 comments/ 19125 views/ 11 favorites Tales of the City Ch. 01 By: Chevalier12 The car smelled of old cigarettes, alcohol, and faintly of vanilla from a tree hanging on the mirror. I slid onto the seat of the yellow vehicle behind the passenger's seat, closing the door none too softly, and told the driver where I needed to go. "Corner of Maple and Fairview," and he pulled away from the nearby bar without another word. He was white, though nicely tanned, and very well muscled. He wore a black, short sleeved shirt and jeans, and the well worn cap on his head was sitting at a slight angle. A faint smell of musk and sweat emanated from him, the result of a full day spent in a hot car. The radio was on, and the sound of oldies rock, barely audible, carried through the interior. I glanced at his thighs, his thick, heavy thighs, and noticed his muscles even through his jeans. His exposed skin gleamed, as though oiled. His muscled arms rippled as he turned the wheel, slight movements though they were. I leaned back. The ceiling was covered in stains, and they made it impossible to tell the true color of the stretched fabric. I sighed, remembering the tight pants of the men in the bar. A smile crept up my face. Those well rounded calves that led up to nice, meaty thighs that finally culminated in beautiful, exposed buttocks. Oh, yes...the tanned, round bubble butts framed by the skin tight pants and straps of assless chaps. My breathing became heavier, and I noticed myself beginning to get hard at the thought of caressing those gorgeous, firm butts. A bulge began to appear in my jeans. "Ahh," I thought, "I need one of those lovely asses right about now." I remembered one waiter in particular, whose deep, brown eyes had caught hold of mine. His short brown hair had been spiked slightly in the front, and traces of stubble darkened his face. His pink lips were parted in a smile, and his white teeth shone beneath them. He had been shirtless, his large pecs and rock solid abs on display. A light dusting of hair covered his torso, and the skin beneath was olive and glistening. The large biceps of his right arm bulged under the weight of a serving tray laden with multicolored drinks. I remembered watching his round ass as he walked to another table and bent seductively to set down drinks for the tenants, his beautiful, tight, puckering hole visible but for a moment. And the ring of hair around his pouting lips...my dick strained against my pants. What little restraint I had had long ago been melted away by the alcohol in the bar, so I leaned forward toward the cab driver, resting my elbows on my knees. His dark hair shone in the light of the traffic behind us, and his musky, masculine scent was stronger from where I was now. His jaw was low and wide, and black stubble covered his face neck. His brown eyes were set beneath dark, untrimmed eyebrows. The lights of passing cars lit his pores. His massive chest heaved with every breath, and I watched him as he took in air, then let it out again, then pulled in, out, for an indefinite amount of time. His nipples were visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He must have noticed me staring at him, and I noticed him glance at me, then open his arms a bit. His chest seemed to grow in thickness. I couldn't help but smile at his obvious display. I realized that he could have been just as easily offended, and my drunken mind became inordinately excited. I felt almost giddy, and I decided, as I sat watching his enormous chest expand and contract, that I would test my luck. "Man, I wish I had muscles like that. I try to work out, but I never seem to have the time," I said, glancing down at my hands. Mine were far from meager, but paled in comparison to his. "Mmm," was his reply. His voice was deep, almost a rumble. The sound was intoxicating. "Bet your wife appreciates it," I continued, ignoring the lack of a ring on his hand. "Have no wife," he grumbled from within his thick neck. "Well, the ladies, then. You must get plenty of those." He did not reply, but only shifted in his seat. His weighty arms swelled as he turned the car down a different street. I didn't have too much longer before we reached my own street. "Women..." I trailed off for a moment. "I like them thin, you know? But with great big knockers, and wide titties. The way they bounce up and down while they're riding you." I grunted. "What you like in a woman?" "About the same, I guess," came his gruff reply. His New York accent became a bit more obvious. I was surprised he had let me go this far. I waited a moment, seeming to ponder at the beauty of women while I really fantasized about him, his masculine voice resonating in my mind. "What about the cunt?" That made him uncomfortable. I could see it in his eyes. "What about it?" "Well, you like it hairy or smooth?" I said, his actions only confirming my hopes. "Mmm...smooth." He glanced fleetingly away from the road, to the side opposite me. I stopped with the questions, and I raised my left arm from its place on my knee, lifting my hand to the side of his head, just beneath the off kilter cap. I brushed his hair ,only just, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "You know what I think? I don't think you like titties or cunts." I breathed my hot breath into his ear, my left hand still touching his hair. "I think you like dick." The car swerved, and I knew I was right. His breath was light now, so light that his immense chest barely moved. A short time passed when the only sound was the barely audible oldies, the engine of the car as we drove through the streets, and my breath in his ear. Neither of us moved, and the tension grew in the stillness to be almost tangible as we sat there, immobile, my hand tickling his scalp. I lifted that hand, and I brought it up above his hat. I took it off and set it down next to me in the back seat. Then, I brought out my tongue and gently touched his ear. I could feel him take in his breath as I did so. I brought my tongue down, around the outer edge of his ear, until, finally, I grabbed hold of the lobe with my lips, wetting it with saliva. I pulled away. The bulge in his pants was clearly visible, his cock pinned to the side right side of his leg. I could make out the outline of the head in his pants. The car stopped. I glanced out my window, only to see that it was the lamppost in my own yard that lit the interior of the car. I moved my head closer to his ear, my nose pushed up against it. "I'll leave the door unlocked," I said in a harsh whisper. I got out of the car then, making no effort to conceal the massive impression of my dick in my jeans. I closed the door again as I had when I got in, and, my dick making it difficult for me to walk as it was, snaking its way down my leg, I made it up the steps and inside with as little modified a gait I could muster. The car remained where it was until I flicked the lights on in my home, and then I heard it kick into gear and begin to drive away. "All that effort," I thought, "and I still have to rub it out." I rubbed my crotch, unbuttoning my pants as I ambled my way to the bathroom. I could still smell his musk as I let my jeans fall to the floor. I left them where they were, crumpled on the kitchen tiles. I got to the bathroom, medium sized with a large, round bath tub on the right wall, a sink, then a toilet on the left, and cabinets against the far wall, built around a rectangular window. The waxing moon was visible above my neighbor's roof. I had chosen this place in part for the generous amount of floor space in the bathroom, as the designer had left plenty of room in between all the fixtures, but had repainted since I bought it, replacing outdated colors with my preference, cool beiges, browns, and white. I dug my hand beneath the waistline of my boxer briefs, even though nearly half my dick stuck out the left leg hole. It throbbed with excitement as I rubbed my hand against its shaft. Reaching the toilet, I paused in working on my bulging member to peel off my underwear, stepping out of them and tossing them into the tub. My shirt soon followed, revealing my well-defined torso. I had it waxed regularly, but I like to leave a thin happy trail from my navel to my groin, where I kept the hair just long enough to not be prickly. I used both hands at that point, the width of them combined only reaching half the length of my rigid schlong. I moaned as I brought them down together, from the swollen head, down, around the crown and onto the shaft. My grip was not tight, but the tension had been long in building, and the pleasure was immense. Farther, I brought my hands, until they both enveloped my cock to their fullest extent, and then continued to drag them down toward the thin layer of pubic hair at the base. I could feel every vein in it under my skin, every ridge caused by the rushing blood. Further my hands slid, until they hit the base, and the skin underneath was pulled taught. My balls swung slightly, the sweat from the heat of the car and pub drying in the open air. I began to move my hands back up along the shaft, the same veins and ridges, this time in reverse, bulging against my hands. I could feel my heartbeat with my fingers. I heard my door open. I hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door, and now I remembered that I had left the main door unlocked. I looked out the port, a rush of adrenaline pumping through me, my hands still on my raging hard on. I saw the passionate brown eyes and face of the cab driver, who had since removed his shirt. As I watched, he came toward me, his hands shaking with anticipation as they undid his belt. I was transfixed by his muscular figure, his round, sculpted pecs bulging, his thick arms rippling. A line of dark hair came up from under his pants to his navel, continuing and growing slightly as it traced its way to his sternum, where it continued up to an inch or two under his collarbone and branched off to coat the underside of his breast with thin, straight hair to his erect nipples. He never took his eyes off me. He just stared at me under his brow with his brown eyes as he walked purposefully toward me. The bulge in his jeans had grown. I took my hands off my cock and turned around. He paused for a moment as the full length and girth of my enormous dick came into view, swinging from side to side. My balls, hanging low in the heat, hit my leg. His gaze lowered. I watched as he pulled off his pants and underwear in one sweep, revealing his own, surprisingly smooth dick, whose size was nothing to be ashamed of. He kept the hair on his groin slightly longer than mine, and it was darker, framing his weighty cock. With his pants gone, he dropped down to his knees onto the tan stone tiles before me and licked the tip of my cock, just as I had licked his ear earlier, taking the drop of precum that rested there. My knees shook for a moment, and I recovered with an intense lust for the man, deep in my being. He opened his mouth wide and plunged his lips over my cock head. His hot, wet tongue danced on the tip of my dick, playing around the entire head and tickling the hole. I could feel the precum oozing out of me as he began to move his head down my shaft, then back up to the ridge, then farther down than before. My balls swung to his rhythm. Every motion forward brought him closer to me, and I soon felt the back of his throat against my head. He stopped the advance at that point, working still only with his mouth, and one of his hands wanking his own bulging cock. Back and forth he went, a third of the way down my dick with his lips, then back to the ridge, with his tongue somehow never ceasing to pleasure the head. My whole body grew warm with my desire. One of his hands reached up, and he started to play with my sagging balls as he worked with his mouth. He grabbed them and pulled down, stretching the loosened skin. He moved his fingers around them, cupping them and toying them as I closed my eyes to enjoy the pure sensation. I put my hands behind his head, pulling on his hair a bit. I moved them back and forth with the motions of his head, not forcing or guiding, but allowing him to move me as I played with his hair. He moved his hand backward from my full sac, tickling my taint as he made his way to my hole. His thick, smooth fingers danced their sensual dance around my puckered hole while he pleasured my hard dick with his mouth. He brought his hand away, wet it, and resumed circling my asshole. I felt pressure behind me as his mouth sank halfway down my dick, and he pushed thick finger in as he nearly gagged on my rod. My eyes rolled back beneath my lids and a moan escaped me. He began to moan some, as well, the vibrations tingling my shaft. He swirled his finger around inside me and moved it in and out, occasionally finding my pleasure spot. He narrowed in on it, judging by my carnal groans, and I was soon in ecstasy both in front and behind. He took his hand out of my ass and grasped my shaft. Up and down, up and down, all the while pleasuring his own dick. Spit mixed with precum stretched toward the floor, falling sometimes in large, slow globs. He reached up his other hand, and, taking his mouth off my head for a moment, wet his hands in the accumulated saliva on my shaft and head, adding to it with his overflowing mouth. Then, he plunged both hands, followed by his lips, back onto my dick, and I felt almost sick with pleasure. I looked up for a moment as he went up and down on my cock, covering most of it with his hands and mouth. I lowered my gaze once more, my eyes taking in his thick, undulating arms, his heavy, muscled thighs, and his massive, heaving chest, all gleaming with sweat. His nipples were a shade darker than his skin, erect with his lust. I saw that my own skin had become damp, my abs, pecs, and thighs glistening. He took a break from sucking every few moments to breathe a deep, rumbling breath, and then he would soon engulf my cock in his mouth once again in his warmth. I could feel my shaft swelling, and my dick expanding as the pleasure he gave me grew. He was tickling the hole at the tip of the head with his tongue when I pulled away, about to burst. My breath escaped me in a rush, an exhale, a moan, and a shudder all at once. He stood. It was my turn, and I lowered myself and took his large dick in my hand. He had been working it quite hard already, so I sank it straight into my mouth as far as I could go, about two inches from the base, and wrapped my index finger and thumb around what I could not get in. He moaned a deep, masculine moan. I pulled back to the ridge, just as he had done for me, and played with his cock head with my tongue, wrapping my fingers into a full fist around his dick as I pulled my head back. Down on him I went again, though I could not tickle his head as well as he had mine. Each time I went down on his cock, I pushed a little further and opened a little wider, hoping to completely immerse it in my mouth. Unable to quite make it, I took my mouth off for a moment, still jacking it with both hands. I took a breath, then plunged onto his thick shaft. His engorged head scraped the back of my throat, but I pushed farther, taking it into my gullet. I held myself there, swirling my tongue on the bottom of his rod, feeling him, tasting him. I could feel his girth growing, expanding, and I felt my throat tighten around him. "Uhhnhh," he moaned from within his chest, and he pulled away with a jerking motion. I messaged his dangling balls, sagging, too, from the heat, as he pulled away from me. We remained there for a moment, my eyes in his and his in mine, as I gently worked at his balls. They were large, bigger than ping pong balls, and they felt cool in my hand. I stood, facing him, but not taking my hand from his balls. Our dicks pressed up against one another as I leaned in toward one of his nipples with my slobbery mouth. I touched it with my outstretched tongue. I traced circles around it, at the same time moving my free hand to his backside. He was motionless, transfixed with ecstasy. I grabbed an ass cheek, pulling toward me, and let my hand slide over his firm buttock. I slid it the other way, toward his crack, the other hand on his balls, my tongue on his nipple. I slid my hand back and forth on his ass, grasping his firm skin. I sucked on his nipple with my wet lips, my tongue playing with the tip. I nibbled it lightly with my teeth and he moaned. I could feel the sound in his chest. He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing it with his fingers. They slid over my sweaty skin, and I could feel the tension on my hole. I moved my hands up along his toned back, feeling the lines of his muscles as they tensed and relaxed beneath my fingers. I pressed my stubbly cheek against his breast, feeling its strength. His hands moved toward my hole, fingering it. He pressed a thick finger in with the saliva left from before, his other hand still grasping at my slick, firm cheek. He pumped it into me, remembering my hot spot, and I was content to message his back with my hands and press against his chest with my face. He pulled out of me after a minute of us standing there, together, and I let my arms drop from his back. He turned around and bent over the dark brown stone wall of the tub, exposing his puckering hole to me. My lust exploded. My whole body grew hot as I bent and licked his hole, toying with the hairs on his ass. I grasped his beautiful butt with both hands, squeezing it as my tongue poked its way into his tunnel. His manly smell was almost overpowering, but I thrived on it. It fed my immense lust. I spread his cheeks apart, revealing it in full, and he opened it to me. I dug my face into his backside, delving deeper inside him with my tongue. All I could see was his broad, muscular back and the tops of his firm ass. All I could smell was him, his musk. All I could hear were our moans, intermingled now in pleasure. All I could taste was his coppery taste, and all I could feel were his firm ass cheeks and my own lust. I pulled my hand off his ass and stuck it in my mouth to wet it, and then smeared it around his dark hole. I spit on the puckering lips, swirling my finger around his open rosebud. Closer I came to the opening, and then I slipped inside. His insides pressed against me as I pushed my finger into him as far as it would go. I moved it around in circles, and the taxi driver's head dropped below his broad shoulders as he uttered a load moan. I pulled my finger out of him and reached behind me into the cabinet below the sink, pulling out a small bottle of lube. I wet my first two fingers with the slippery lube and plunged them into his asshole and rubbed them around inside him, searching for his pleasure center. I felt a slight bump, and I worked my fingers on it, with a tremendous response. "Uuohhh...give it to me, man," he groaned. "Give it all to me." "You ready for it?" "Oh, yeah," another groan. I pulled my fingers out of his warmth and stood. I grabbed my dick with one hand, the other never leaving his gorgeous buttock. I pressed it down against his backside, and it followed his crack, bending downward and sending shots of pain up the shaft. I rubbed it against him, then pulled it up and pressed the base against his puckered hole. I could feel my balls against his skin, and I moved back and forth as he begged me to go in. Again, I grabbed my dick, this time aiming the engorged head for his rosebud. I squeezed out some lube just above it, rubbing it onto him with the tip of my cock. Then, I squeezed some more out into my hand and slathered it onto my whole member. It shone with dampness, and I pressed the tip onto his open rosebud once more. I pushed harder, and the tip seemed to go inside him, but my cock jerked upward, slipping on the lube. I repositioned it onto his hole and pushed. This time, it entered. I could feel his tight ring sliding on the skin of my cock head as it disappeared into his tunnel. Another shudder passed through me as the ridge slid into him. Tales of the City Ch. 01 "Fuuuck," I moaned. I pushed my rigid shaft inside him, the veins tracing the surface bulging, then disappearing his body. I squeezed his butt cheeks with the whole of both my hands and slid further into his body. His insides were soft against my dick. Some of the saliva and lubricant I had pressed into him began to ooze out of his hole around my thick shaft. The driver moaned a long, deep moan, both of pleasure and of pain, as the final inches of my cock buried into his stretched hole. My balls pressed against his butt. They were wet with dripping lube. He gasped, releasing pent up breath, and I felt his hole loosen slightly. His massive arms quivered. "Hohhh, shit," he breathed. I held there, taking in the enormous pleasure of his tunnel, my pubes against his butt as I let him get used to my immense girth. Slowly, I pulled the length of my cock out of his body, watching the veins reemerge. A squishing, sucking accompanied the movement. I stopped as the ridge of my cock head came into view, his tight ring once again around my sensitive head. I pushed back inside him to another sound of pleasure and the squishing noise. In and out I thrust my fat dick, my skin sliding past his in the epitome of sensuality. I increased my pace gradually, very gradually, and the sound of my low hanging balls slapping against his firm ass slowly grew louder. My breathing grew heavier, and I was almost panting as I pounded my dick into his hole. I could hear him breathing, too, deep and heavy, accompanied by our moaning, the slap of my balls, and the thump of my hips against his cheeks. I moved my hands around him, reaching along his ass to run my fingers over his abs as I thrust. I bent over him, crouching above his rippling back, and I slowed and drew out my thrusts. I pulled my cock almost out of him, then pushed back into him to the hilt as I lay over his body. His abs tightened and relaxing in time with my thrusts. I loved the feel of them, rock hard and sinewy, contracting and easing again and again. I followed them upwards, tracing the lines of his bulging pecs, feeling how, they, too, tensed to the rhythm I set. The hair tickled my fingertips, and I found his nipples in its midst. I ran my index fingers over them, taking in their hard ends and their soft pads. Tracing circles in the pads, I worked my way to the center, where I pinched the rigid ends lightly, his whole body rocking to the rhythm of my thrusts. I pinched his tits harder, then, with the side of my finger and my thumb. His left hand came off the side of the bath tub, leaving one rippling arm to hold his place. He found my nipple, too. He pinched it hard, and I could feel veins of pleasure and pain course through me. I pinched him back. Never disrupting my rhythm, I straightened. I slowed my thrusts even further, drawing each out and rotating my pelvis. "Holy fuck, man," he groaned. "Uhohh, uhohh, uhohh,uhahn,uuhnn," his deep moaning trailed off as he turned his head to look at my body, his mouth still open slightly. His eyes rolled back in his head as I increased my pace. I slammed into him, each time pulling almost clear of his hole, then shoving it full length back up his tunnel. I could see the ripples I was sending up his body, and I repositioned my hands around his muscular thighs for grip. His head dropped below his broad shoulders once more. Sweat obscured my vision, and I quickly wiped it away. The hand that he had used to pinch my nipple was now furiously jacking at his meat, and I could feel his balls bouncing against mine. Wrinkled, almost hairless balls that hung between his thick thighs. His hand made a squelching sound as it beat up and down on his cock, and his pleasuring himself made me even hornier. I pounded my cock feverishly into him. His ass cheeks became redder, and still I pounded on. The feel of the ridge of my engorged head against his soft insides, of his tight ring around the girth of my shaft, of the slight bump of his prostate on the underside of my dick...it all felt unimaginable, and I was lost in ecstasy as I continued to pound his ass. I didn't want to stop. I didn't think I could stop if I wanted to. I curled my upper body, my abs tightening, and my pecs and arms straining, holding him as I pounded faster. I could feel my dick swelling even further, the head growing immensely sensitive as the ridge grew more pronounced. I could feel my insides start to quake, and I knew what was about to happen. "Onh, fuck!" the cab driver shouted in his deep voice and New York accent. His entire body shook while I pounded him, furious as ever, and I saw ropes of white cum shoot into the tub, some landing on my underwear. He moaned a thunderous moan, and I held out as he came for what seemed like minutes, pouring his cum into my tub. I watched his hand slow on his dick, squeezing the last drops of cum out of himself. I did not interrupt my mad thrusting rhythm even as I began to lose control and my legs shook with pleasure. The muscles in the base of my cock tightened involuntarily, and I pulled my huge dick out of him and jerked it with both hands as fast and hard as I could, my whole body shaking because of my legs. With a final, hard stroke toward myself, I emptied the contents of my sagging balls onto his muscled back in thick ropes with a booming groan. 9 times I shuddered as my man juice arched over his back, some landing even in his hair. My hands were frozen at the base of my dick as I came, the major shots fading into weaker, more numerous squirts. I slumped, and then involuntarily tightened my abs and back thigh muscles into a thrust. Only then did I have the control to rub my dick, messaging out the last few drops of cum from my still quivering member. My cab driver twisted around and sat on the tub, sucking my softening cock clean. The rapidly appearing wrinkles shone with spit in the light of the bathroom, and he pulled his mouth off and looked up at me. He smiled, which I returned, suddenly exhausted, but immensely satisfied. I reached behind his neck, scooping some of my cum up with a finger. I brought it around toward his mouth, and he sucked my finger clean with his lips. His tongue tingled on the tip of my finger. "I don't think I caught your name," he said in his deep voice, gazing at my dick, still smiling. "Mike Burg," I replied. "I'm Bruce Rowe. We'll have to do this again sometime." Tales of the City Ch. 02 The dough was soft and stuck to my hands. I added some flour from the open container beside me, continuing to knead it. The brick ovens behind me threw heat out carelessly, bathing my back in their warmth. I wiped my brow with the back of my forearm as I tried not to drip into the dough. Some perspiration in the soon-to-be crust was inevitable, but, as they say, the best bread contains the sweat of its maker. I thickened it until it was about the right consistency, then spread it out some, readying it. I tossed it into the air, and it swirled around gracefully as I caught it in my hands, never letting it stop moving in circles. This was my favorite part. When it was done, I placed it onto a long handled pizza shovel, as I called it, and added the toppings the customer had requested. "Another large pepperoni," the boy I had hired to work the register called back as I pushed the laden dough off into the oven. He was not the most qualified person that had applied for the job when I offered it, but then, that depended on which qualifications were considered. Of course, I had interviewed the whole five applicants, all teenagers, and two of whom were female. I had discarded their chances as soon as I saw them, not that they knew that. I started with another pile of flour. Of the other three, two were in high school, looking for summer jobs. The other was a college kid, also looking for summer work. The last, Drew, was my choice. He was pale skinned and fairly thin, with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He had looked at me that day with lust in those eyes, and I had laughed inside. Perfect. The direct heat from the oven singed my hands as I pushed the second pizza into the oven next to the first. Business inside was slow, and no more orders had come yet, so I took a seat outside the hot kitchen at an empty table. The chatter in the shop was gentle, and not many tables carried customers. As it turned out, this was not the place for people to be at eleven at night. Customers hardly came in any more, anyway, preferring delivery. "Oh, well," I thought. "Business is business." I glanced over at the boy as he came out from behind the counter, his shirt stuck to his body from the heat of the ovens. His bubble butt bounced seductively as he walked to another empty table. I got to stare at him all day. I could tell he tried to work out, as his whole body was well-built, but it was lean and efficient looking. Not like Bruce's or mine, whose muscles bulged out from our skin, though Bruce's much more than mine. Maybe Drew was a swimmer. His round butt was not very aerodynamic, I thought, not that it bothered me any. I remembered the taxi driver from three nights ago, trying to decide whose body I liked more. The dark, rippling burliness of the cab driver's tanned body, or this boy's thinner, lighter frame. My eyes meandered down his thin side, across his trim thighs, and along his supple calves, then back up to his streaked mop, which was combed to the side. His head turned toward me, and I pretended to stare at the picture on the wall behind him. I saw his cheeks redden out of the corner of my eye. Suppressing a smile, I turned my head to the door. His shyness only made me want him more. I watched as the people inside left, realizing the pizzas in the oven must have been from a phone call. My delivery boy would be returning soon to take them to the customers. I rubbed my cheek with my hand, my shaven face smooth on my fingers. Too smooth. I was still covered in flour, and I had just transferred it to my face. The boy was smiling, his head forward. As I tried to wipe it away with my wrist, the bell above the door clanged quietly. Looking up, I saw that it was none other than the driver from Saturday night, his taxi parked outside. I gave my face one more quick rub and returned behind the counter to the kitchen, excitement coursing through my veins. The boy followed, continuing to the register. I saw Bruce approach through the large hole in the partial wall that separated the kitchen from the dining area, noticing he had not shaven since our recent encounter. His dark stubble only enhanced his masculine face. He glanced at me, his dark, lustful eyes shining. He made me unbelievably horny. "How can I help you, sir?" Drew's question pierced the air. Bruce looked at him, almost surprised. I watched him take the boy in, and he did not bother to hide what he was doing. His eyes covered every part of the boy visible over the counter, and he even tilted his head slightly to see farther down. The boy shied away from him, embarrassed. "Hmm..." Bruce's deep, rich voice rumbled as he looked past him into the kitchen. "Nice kid you got here." He caught my eyes in his and grinned. No modesty, I thought, none whatsoever. Still, I could not help but become aroused at his display, becoming even more excited because of his approval of Drew. Just then, the bell clanged again. I hurriedly moved to the oven that had the two pizzas, grabbing a wooden shovel. I hoped my apron would cover the bulge in my pants. I could feel his eyes on me. He just waited there, knowing I could not resist him, as I put the pizzas in boxes and gave them to the delivery boy who had just come in. I handed the deliverer a slip with the addresses and almost pushed him out the door, flipping the sign to Closed as I did so. Drew was rifling through his tip cup, and he gave me a puzzled look as I surveyed Bruce, the muscular man now leaning against the counter, facing me. He wore black again today, his shirt skin tight, and jeans pulled taught over his thick legs. His pecs bulged against his shirt, and the muscles of his arms stretched the short, black sleeves. His brown eyes glinted at me under his brow. My yearning for him burned, only fueled at the thought of Drew being there. The windows were frosted to above eye level, the door included. I hoped it would protect from wandering eyes on the street. The pressure in my groin increased. "Umm, sir?" Drew managed to say, confused. I ignored him, my attention wrapped up in Bruce's beautiful body. His cavernous chest pulsed with a brief chuckle. He just stood there against the counter, facing me, with one leg raised slightly, his foot against the wall behind him. I could not wait much longer. I strode toward him, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it onto a nearby table, exposing my toned, hairless chest. Drew's breath caught, and change clattered onto the floor. Bruce's lips met mine, and my tongue drove straight into his mouth. His eyes widened, then relaxed again, and he pressed his wet mouth muscle against mine. Our tongues danced around each other, pushing and gliding past one another, and our saliva mixed. I reached behind him and grabbed his firm butt with both hands, squeezing it through the jeans. I pressed myself against him, and him me, our abs and torsos grinding together, his body hot on mine. His hands were on my shoulder blades, pulling me closer. I could feel his dick hardening against my leg. Drew had not moved, so I reached behind Bruce and brushed my hand on his cheek, tearing my face from the man's for a moment and looking Drew straight in the eye. He turned pale, and I thought he was going to pass out right there. Bruce licked my cheek, moving his tongue slowly up from my jawline to under my eye. I put mine back in his mouth, tasting flour. Dammit. My hand returned to his back, then worked its way to the lining of his pants over his well defined muscles. I found the edge of his shirt and pulled. He raised his arms as I pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. He went to lower them again, but I held the right one up with my left arm, my hand just under his elbow. His other fell to my ass. I licked my way down his neck, then across his shoulder to his armpit. He wore no deodorant, but must have showered recently, as the sweat was fresh. His smell filled my nostrils. I licked his underarm hair as he had licked my cheek, slowly and from the bottom to the top. The hairs tickled my tongue, and I tasted his delicious, salty taste. The tops of my feet tickled. I glanced down, only to see Drew had recovered and was untying my shoe. I knew he wanted me. I worked my way over to Bruce's nipple, ringing the pad with my tongue. I let his arm drop, and his hand traced a line up my thigh to my groin, where it messaged the cock that raged against my jeans. I shrugged my shoes off with some help, then grasped at the muscles over his shoulder blades, pushing him against me with one hand, still squeezing his butt cheek with the other. I loved the feel of his ass. So firm and round...I moved to the front of his pants to undo his zipper even as he did to me. I nibbled at his nipple with my teeth, still messing with my tongue. He groaned. A moment later, he shifted as Drew pulled off his shoes, then raised his hands to play with my own erect nipples, giving up on my pants for the time being. I finally got his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down, and I proceeded to pull his loosened pants down around his ass so I could touch his cheeks directly. Drew was fumbling with my pants button from behind me, and got it undone, pulling them down to my ankles. He left my underwear, probably out of some last semblance of formality. Oh, well, I thought. Half my dick stuck out of the leg hole, as usual. I pulled my hands off Bruce's behind and struggled out of my boxer briefs. Drew seized the chance and moved between us, sinking to his knees. I saw that he was completely naked. I had never seen him without a shirt before, and it was better than I had imagined. The ideal little muscle twink, I thought, with pale skin and lean muscularity, he was a little on the lanky side. His medium-sized cock throbbed between his legs as he situated himself between us. I did not have long to stare, however, as he wrapped his fists and hot, wet mouth around my shaft and sent my eyes rolling back into my head. "Uuhhh..." I moaned. "Fuuuuck." He was good. My hands moved to the back of Drew's head as Bruce pulled himself out of his clothes and started to jack himself. Precum oozed from the tip of his thick member as he yanked, the muscles on his chest and arms tensing and relaxing. Drew's mouth has amazing. His thick lips worked up and down on my cock, going from the very tip, where he played with my hole, to as far down as he could, which was a little over a third of the way. Not bad, considering how much smaller he was than Bruce. He started to suck harder, and his cheeks melded around the girth of my cock. I could see it in the indents in the sides of his face. I moaned continuously. He pulled off me, slobber stretching between him and my dick. My member twitched, more hot precum rolling out over its underside. Not bothering to wipe his mouth, he plunged onto Bruce's hard on, and I watched his masculine features relax with the pleasure. His mouth hung open as he watched Drew's head bob, and deep groans issued from him. Drew was able to take Bruce's large dick to the base, and his gag reflex was nonexistent. He went back and forth on his thick shaft continuously, his throat tight around Bruce's dick. I stared in amazement as I worked at my own cock with one hand wrapped as far as I could get it around its girth, the other hand on my nipple. He could hold his breath for a really long time. Bruce's face was becoming strained, his breathing more labored, and his groaning from deeper in his chest. Drew had to be breathing somehow. His lips were forced wider as the cock in his mouth became fully engorged, but not once did he gag. Spit fell in globs from Bruce's shaft. The brawny man's face was turning red. Suddenly, Drew heaved himself off the dick, making a delicious sucking sound. Bruce tensed for a second, fighting the urge to jerk his swollen member, then relaxed, allowing a huge flow of precum to seep forth. His cock was pulsing up and down rhythmically to the beating of his heart. The twink took a deep breath, then again submerged my dick in his gaping mouth. My hands fell away before him. I tipped my head back to take in the sensation of his cheeks, his lips, his tongue, then brought it back down to watch him. He pulled back to the engorged head slowly, and I felt him slide over my protruding veins. He stopped at the ridge, then dove onto me, opening his mouth even wider than the girth of my broad shaft. I felt his dangling uvula on my head, but he pushed further and further, skewering himself on my dick. His throat was amazing. It was ridged and tight, as tight as any ass I'd ever been in. He was within two inches of the base of my long cock, and I could feel that I was deep in his throat. "Shiiiiit..." I croaked. My cock spasmed, sending a chill through my body, and precum oozed straight down his throat. I wondered if there was a bulge in his neck underneath, where I could not see. He gagged some, his throat squeezing out an inch of my fat cock, and he pulled back to the head once more, his tongue swirling on my skin. He tried again, this time reaching just as far, but going back to the head after he reached his limit. His hand covered what he could not reach as he shoved my dick into his throat, then out, then in, out, in, all the while his cheeks, tongue, lips, and hands working me as well. He held onto my ass, pressing me toward him as my hips started to thrust involuntarily. Precum oozed out of me without end, directly into him. I moaned each time he went down on me. My whole body grew burning hot as he continued to stimulate my entire dick. Bruce was in front of me, wanking again, one hand pinching my nipple. I could do nothing but hold my hands on Drew's head and he sucked me, my fingers pulling at his hair. Saliva poured down my ball sac. My insides were beginning to tingle, and my cock swelled in his throat. He kept going. I could not take it. My torso bent forward sporadically, and my balls ached. He pulled away, making the same sucking sound as before. I held back the urge to cum. If I so much as touched my cock, I would explode, but I wanted the tension to build. If I could hold out now, it would be that much better later. Slowly, the throbbing subsided. I realized I was hunched over, by arms on Drew's shoulders. My sweaty smell was almost overpowering, but it helped fuel the carnal fire in my belly. Drew's hands were on his jaw, messaging the muscles, and Bruce's jerking had slowed to gentle stroking. "Holy fuck," I breathed. No one had ever taken that much of me in his mouth before. I leaned over and gave him a sopping, tongue-filled kiss. Now it was our turn. Bruce leaned over, picking Drew up under the arms, and set him belly up on a table. His eyes gleamed as he looked Drew in the eyes, running one of his fat fingers up the boy's crack, over his pinched hole, and groping his balls. He moved his hand back down and rubbed Drew's hole, jacking himself slowly with the other. He spat on the tight, dark rosebud and spread the wetness over Drew's skin. I knelt behind Bruce and grabbed his beautiful ass once more, squeezing it and stretching the cheeks apart to expose his hole as well. I could see his balls bouncing to the rhythm of his hand through his legs as I moved my thumbs over the entrance to his tunnel. Dark hair was pulled taught as I caressed the skin, and his hole loosened notably as he opened it to me. He was inviting me in. I spat just above the opening, and I watched the clear liquid seep down over him. I pushed it into his tight hole with my thumbs, my palms still clenching at his cheeks. Bruce was so absorbed in Drew that he hardly noticed me get up and move behind the counter, where I grabbed a half empty bottle of vegetable oil. When I returned, Bruce had bent himself over the twink's ass and was digging his face into Drew's backside. The boy's body twisted in pleasure, the lapping of Bruce's tongue clearly audible. Bruce's buttocks were thrust out, his cheeks parted, and I poured a bit of oil, warm from the heat of the ovens, at the beginning of his crack. It oozed down the split, and I caught it just before it reached his balls, smearing it upwards over his skin and around his hole. I added some, and then applied it with both my hands. My cock was throbbing as I messaged his ass cheeks with the warm oil, making it shine in the fluorescent light of the shop. He moaned into Drew's butt. One of my hands moved around his wide body toward his dick, whose long foreskin he had between his fingers, stretched over the head of his member, and he was pinching it. I wrapped my oily hand around it and started to work up and down on the taught skin. It felt incredibly smooth with the oil, and I soon found myself beating him furiously, his balls swinging violently and hitting my hand. My other hand was still playing around his opened hole, occasionally poking into his soft insides with a finger. I slowed my other hand to the sounds of Drew's and Bruce's combined moans, Drew's voice almost a squeal in comparison to the driver's. Bringing it to his balls, I stuck my other index finger into Bruce as far as it would go, pulled it out, then drove two fingers into his tight tunnel. I added another finger, and his walls pressed in on them. I wiggled them around a bit, vaguely remembering his hot spot, but was quickly reminded by the intensity of his moans. I could hear the squelching sound as he beat himself, and I could feel his hand hit mine as it moved up and down on his shaft. I could wait no longer. I straightened and placed my throbbing shaft onto his crack, moving back and forth. I rubbed some more oil all over my cock. Bruce's head was bobbing now, his mouth on Drew's dick, and his fingers were in the boy's hole. Drew's hands were gripping the man's head, following it in its path up and down, his head turned back and his body arched. His legs rested on Bruce's shoulders. The sight made my cock rage, and I ran it down Bruce's crack, stopping at his puckered asshole. I pressed lightly on the wrinkled skin, and I watched the head of my cock change shape under the pressure. I could feel the hole expand as he pushed his sphincter open, and my dick slipped inside him. My mouth opened in a wordless gasp as my shaft sank into him, inch by inch. The oil had eliminated almost all resistance, and I only felt the soft, sensuous pressure of his insides on my rigid member as I drove slowly into him. My pubic hair finally reached his backside, and I was completely lost in his warmth. He had stopped bobbing, and his head was below the line of his shoulders in a cringe. I stayed in him for moment as he adjusted to me. He gasped. "Holy shit," came Drew's voice from over Bruce's shoulder. He had propped himself up on his elbows, and his eyes were wide. I smiled a lustful smile, my eyes glinting. "You're next, you know." He just stared as I pulled the length of my shaft out of Bruce, then plunged back inside him before his hole closed. I started to pump in and out, back and forth, my balls thudding against Bruce's ass. He recovered enough to resume sucking Drew, but the twink's eyes never moved from my cock. I squeezed Bruce's ass cheeks as I thrust myself into him, grunting as my hips slapped his firm butt. I watched my shaft slide past his asshole, just as I felt Drew's eyes on me. Bruce's ring moved along my cock, an amazing feeling against my skin, and his lubed insides pressed against me. I increased my pace, leaning my upper body back and extending the movements of my body as I thrust, still holding onto his butt. I could feel his muscles tense every time I slammed into him. His hulking body glistened with sweat and oil, rippling as he absorbed the impacts of my thrusts and bobbed on Drew. My panting soon accompanied the squelch of me moving in Bruce's ass. I pulled out, then pushed in again. Bruce groaned. I did it again, my engorged member sliding completely out of him, and then shoving back in to the hilt. Tales of the City Ch. 02 "Ahhnnh," I breathed as my glans slid past his sphincter. "Ahhnnh." It squelched faintly as I pressed into him again. "Ahhnnh." Each full thrust was accompanied by the sounds of our pleasure and the slick, sticky sound of my cock in his ass. I loved the feel of his tight ring on my swollen dick as I pulled it out and shoved it back in. The heat, then the cold sensations on my skin. I dove into him balls deep one more time, pressing my hips to his firm cheeks and just holding myself inside him. I took a deep breath. I could feel him expanding and contracting on the inside, his breaths labored. I pulled out, my cock dripping oil and precum. Bruce stood up, leaning back to stretch his back, his beautiful chest on display. He half moaned, half sighed, giving me a carnal look. I grabbed a nipple in each hand and we kissed, long and wet. Pulling away, I turned to Drew. His hole was drenched and his dick dripping. He had relaxed his legs, and I helped him to turn over onto his stomach. His bulbous butt framed his puckered hole perfectly. I pulled his cheeks apart, and they wobbled as I let go, soft and cushioned. I slapped him, sending a wave down his cheek. He grunted in pain. Bruce had the oil now, and he poured a generous amount in the dimple above Drew's ass cheeks. I dipped my hand into it, slathering it all over his behind, and Bruce rubbed it all over the boy's pale, lean body. I coated my dick once more in oil, and then put my cock head in position over his dark hole. My dick pulsed in anticipation. "Relax," I said to him. "You need to relax." His puckering hole opened a little bit, the wrinkled skin exciting my dick. "Open it for me, or this is going to hurt," I continued, rubbing my glans on his opening. He grunted a little with effort, not saying anything, and his hole opened a bit more. Rubbing it with some more oil, I pushed harder on his tunnel's entrance. It resisted for a moment, my head pressed against his hole, and then it slid in partway up the crown. The sensation was almost unbearable as I continued to drive my shaft into him, the front of his legs pressed against the edge of the table. Bruce was messaging his back with the oil, trying to relax him. The ridge of my head disappeared, followed by the veined shaft, inching its way slowly into Drew's body. He pressed his forehead against the table as his hole widened immensely to accommodate my girth. "Mmhht, ohh," he groaned. "Oh, God. Oh, God." I pushed on, his skin sliding past mine at a crawl. "Is it in? Oh, shit. Ohhh..." I did not respond, only continued to push. I stopped a little over halfway to a sigh of relief. Bruce smiled. I pulled out some, then thrust back a little further, going back and forth, deeper inside him every time. He moaned with pain and pleasure continuously now, his voice cracking. His whole body moved to the rhythm of my thrusts, and my pubes finally started to brush against his butt. I pulled nearly out, spat on my shaft, and shoved into him with enough force for my hips to meet his soft, round ass. I did not hold, but pulled back and thrust into him again, this time hitting his ass on my hips. He groaned louder, and I groped his cheeks, widening them and feeling their softness with my fingers. Sweat covered my body, beading on my chest and forehead. I worked my cock in and out of Drew in large strokes, and my abs soon strained with the effort. His asshole was so tight, the large vein on the top of my rod grew visibly larger as I pressed into him, and the skin stretched out when I pulled out, the oil shining. The pleasure was intense. My eyes rolled back again as I thrust, and my vision blurred. More precum oozed out of me, and my cock spasmed occasionally, making my body shudder. Bruce was behind me now, licking my hole and squeezing my ass with greasy fingers. He stuck two fingers suddenly into my asshole as I plunged my cock in and out of Drew, and I almost came, grunting loudly. He pulled his fingers out and stood, brushing his thick member side to side on my butt. I knew what he was going to do and slowed my rhythm. I heard him lather his cock with oil, and then felt his hot dick head directly on my hole. I opened for him the best I could with my limited concentration. "Open it for me, or this is going to hurt," he mimicked. I knew he was smiling his manly smile. I stopped pumping Drew and pushed my hole open for him. I did not bottom often, and my hole would be tight. Not to mention the thickness of Bruce's member. I grimaced inwardly and opened wider. I heard him inhale behind me. "Fuck!" I said in a quick intake of breath. He was in me, I could feel his hips on my ass. A shot of pain ran through me, but was quickly replaced by pleasure. I was full, completely and utterly. I could feel my ring stretching, loosening, and I relaxed. The tension decreased slightly, and I felt Bruce chuckle, his dick expanding inside me and his chest hair brushing against me. "Fuuuuuck," I exhaled. I felt his pressure withdraw some, leaving me room to thrust. I backed up on his cock, then pushed into Drew's ass with mine. Pleasure racked my body as my entire dick submerged into Drew and Bruce's shaft stimulated my prostate. I moved back and forth, pleasuring them both and myself. Bruce reached up and grabbed my nipples, rubbing and squeezing them as he kissed my neck. Drew moaned as I shoved in and out of him. I could feel my dick expanding, growing tighter inside Drew. He moaned louder, furiously beating himself. My cock head became intensely sensitive, and my thrusting became harder and faster as I ploughed into Drew and Bruce into me. Bruce angled his shaft, and found my hot spot. I thrust madly back and forth, my balls slapping Drew, aching, and that feeling growing in my stomach. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," my voice grew louder. "Gaahhnnt!" Bruce yelled in his deep voice. He thrust into my ass hard enough to lift my heels from the floor, and I felt his thick cock expand and contract as he filled me with hot cum. His hard, hairy stomach and hips rubbed against me. That was all it took. I exploded into Drew's twink ass, Bruce's dick still inside my hole. Tremors ran through me, and I slowly pulled my dick out of the boy's tunnel, still squirting cum. I slid back into him as Bruce left my asshole, and he came around me to lean over the table onto Drew. Drew's hands were pushed away by Bruce's mouth, the burly man's lips taking the twink's dick to the hilt. He moved up and down, rapidly increasing his speed, and Drew threw his head back against the table, almost yelling with pleasure now. I pulled away, my dick now soft, and Bruce rotated on Drew and stuck three thick fingers straight up his ass. His other hand was on the boy's pale stomach, caressing him, and his head was bobbing at an enormous pace, his sucking loud and sloppy. Bruce's groaning was almost drowned by Drew's wild moans. "Ohhhhh, oh. Uh, ohhh, oh, oh God," his moaning stopped, and he grimaced, his face beet red. He raised his head, looking Bruce straight in the eyes. His expression tightened. Bruce plunged once more, fully down Drew's erect cock. "Uhhhh," he whimpered. I could see the muscles all over his body tense as he came. Drew's body pulsed with every shot of man juice. Bruce lifted his head so that his lips enclosed only Drew's cock head. A dribble of cum escaped Bruce's lips, but he went down to the base of Drew's shaft to retrieve it, sending another pulse through the boy's body, accompanied by a whimper. Bruce swallowed. He then pulled himself off Drew, licking his lips. He leaned over the boy, locking lips and swapping spit with him. He pulled away, a single strand of saliva connecting them, then breaking. He turned toward me, and I smiled. He face was already parted in his slightly sideways grin, his teeth showing. We kissed then, his mouth still a bit salty. "I like him," he said in his wonderful tone, parting from me. "Next time, you'll fuck him, too," I replied, smiling again. "Mmmm," his chest seemed to vibrate. Turning toward Drew, the taxi driver said, "Sounds like a plan." He grabbed hold of the twink's soft behind with his fingers. Drew did nothing but stare at us wide eyed, but he appeared content. He still lay on the table. A car pulled up outside, parking along the curb. "Shit," I said. "Grab your clothes and get behind the counter," I commanded quickly, grabbing my pants, underwear and shoes. Drew shot up, and Bruce had already gathered up his clothes. We hurried through the hole in the partial wall as we pulled on what we could. A car door slammed shut behind us. Bruce was pulling on his belt, and Drew was buttoning his pants when I realized my shirt was still out where I had thrown it. The bell tingled, out of sight. "Whew, what a day," my delivery boy said, sounding exasperated. Drew was behind the cash register, pulling on his hat. Bruce was tucking in his shirt, and I had just pulled an apron over my head. "We done for the night, Mr. Burg?" "Duck behind the counter," I whispered to Bruce. Louder, "Yeah, Dusty. Just shutting down the ovens now." "Alright. I'm out, then." His footsteps stopped. "Umm, Mr. Burg? Is that your shirt?" Shit. "Yeah, it got awfully hot back here earlier." Not entirely a lie. "Okay. You know, there's quite a mess out here. Looks like somebody dumped some oil at one of the tables. All over the floor. You want me to and help clean up?" Drew opened his mouth, but I interrupted him. "That's okay. Drew and I will take care of it." "Okay. Night, Mr. Burg. Night, Drew." His footsteps started to recede. "See you tomorrow, Dustin." I saw Drew wave, and the bell rang once more, followed by the sound of the door closing. I breathed out, relieved. "Is he hot?" Bruce asked me, turning his head in my direction.