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Into Blonde Silence

by Donnie Bellew

College Days Straight Men, Gay Sex

It was after the frat party, almost dawn. I know this sounds weird, but I really didn’t mean to fuck him. Just that, you know, he was so passive. He just lay there when I grabbed his ass. Come on! What was I suppose to do, then, huh? Look pretty stupid backing out at that point, wouldn’t I? Sheesh! Like, well, I thought he would laugh, or try to get away. I was just kidding, for real. You know, I thought he would get a kick out of the “really horny guy” routine... but he had on these old sweat pants, cotton jersey? Real smooth and soft... and he does have a great ass, you’ve seen it, got that high curve and all. Like a double scoop of French vanilla, or Greek vanilla, whatever. Anyway, the important thing is, he didn’t laugh, he didn’t jump up off the bed, he didn’t even flinch. He just lay there like it was the most natural thing in the world. So I kept touching, and rubbing, and the elastic was real loose, hell, my hand just slipped inside with no trouble and god, his skin is so smooth. And hot? I’m here to tell you, dude! The heat coming outta that crack was like a open oven door! You could bake bread in there, I swear! Or roast wieners, anyway, which was more what I had in mind. No, I was trying to explain ... It’s called “grab-assing”, right? It’s okay, it’s what everybody does. You lying there with your buddy and you reach over and grab his ass, give it a good squeeze and he squawks. “In your dreams, faggot!” or he jumps up and screams, “Rape, rape, call 911. Lester the molester is on the loose!!” , or he jumps on your chest and tries to smother you with a pillow, hell, anything! The wilder the better... but he just lies there. That ain’t fair, man, it really ain’t playing by the book! It was like a dare, you know? Like me grabbing his ass was a big nothing, like I didn’t have the guts to do anything, anyway. He didn’t say nothing, he didn’t do nothing, he just lays there. Well, shit! So I get my hand inside his pants and I’m grabbing bare ass and feeling this incredible heat and all of a sudden I got this BIG TIME boner, man! Like Dong Kong, Super Prong! And I’m thinking, “Yeah, I’ll make you wished you stopped me, now it’s too fucking late, ‘cause I’m gonna HAVE this ass, boy!” What I figure is he’s gonna wait till I commit, he’ll wait till I got my cock sliding up the trough, heading for the home shoot, then he’s gonna start with the…No, No, Wait a Damn Minute, song. I’m thinking Yeah, I’ll show you, coolish-dude, think I’m playing? so I jerked down his pants and climbed over on him, I still got my jockeys on, and I start rubbing down on that fine ass and got my cock right in the old valley forge and he ain’t moved! I mean, what am I? A fucking fly he’d wave off, right? Me, he just ignores? so I shoved down my briefs and give him hot for hot, I’m wet and dripping so I slide down the split and start humping right across the wrinkled little man hole ... I think that’s the first time I start to wonder if he’s passed out. I think it was. He must have drunk a half case of Coors, and toked as much as me, too. But what the hell, huh? He’s there, I’m here and I’m sure as hell ready to ride! If he is passed out, well, his bad luck, right? I’m pretty damn drunk so I know I’m due some hard driving before I bing ‘da bong, so maybe it’s a good thing he’s passed out so he don’t get hurt trying to stop me, now. I’m way past stopping, my steroids are Raving! Oh, god, he’s too damn tight, I’m banging and banging at the door but keep bending double! There’s some suntan lotion on the night table, good stuff, twenty block, and slick as owl shit, so I douse us both real good. Shit, it’s cold!! And, Oh, good greasy momma! I’m going in, I’m going in, I’m going IN ... ah, deep stroke that choke hold, sliding out till I feel cool air on my shaft then slam it home! Rocking in that saddle, doing the booty boogie! Making that slap-slap noise on the old skin drums. Lordy, that damn boy pussy was some kind o’ fine! Do the Butt Strut!!! Awe! Here it comes, here it comes ... Brother, I’d been stoking that herb so much, I had a flash on trippin’, the cum slides out like a slow motion snake doing the belly crawl, it went on for HOURS! twisting and wriggling out o’ the depths of my aching balls, the finest freakin’ nut I ever delivered, bar none. Gospel! I wasn’t totally out of it. I did luck on some awesome good sense, pulled his pants off and tossed ‘em, put my jockies back on, jeans, too. Then I squeezed sun tan lotion all over him and put the bottle under his hand before I rolled over and went to sleep. Slept damn good, too! You ain’t gonna tell him, are you? jackertoo@aol.com

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Beach Boys Bingo

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Blow Out the Candle

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Bunk Buddies

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Cleaning Out The Basement

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Hidden Treasure

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Into Blonde Silence

Look But Don't Touch, Part 1

Hey, tell me something. That cop that arrested you, did he get it up? You know, did he get a bone?” I thought Butch was asleep. He’d been lying on the upper bunk for an hour while I read. “Hell yeah”, I answered, “he was real turned on. Dripping wet and ready, the son of a bitch!” Butch laughed, a deep and slow rumble in his chest. Then I watched the bottom of his mattress shift

Look But Don't Touch, Part 2

“Go ahead, I don’t think it matters, long as you don’t touch it.” He spread his legs wide and I hefted his balls as they hung in the crotch. They were hot and damp, but heavy with a thick gnarled twist of backed up jism. “Mmm, squeeze ‘em easy”, he muttered. I cupped them and rolled them inside their thin sac, then closed my hand around their soft resistance and tugged gently.

Mailman Memories

Why does nudity, alone, grab so much of my memory and fantasy? Is it the idea of shared intimacy and trust? I can look back over the ten years I spent delivering mail in an inner city neighborhood of Birmingham, and my clearest memories are the sparkling flashes of the naked male body I caught on hot summer days, the split seam pants and the wet towel wrapped hips. Almost every day

Model 1

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Model 2

I was cruising around the projects, looking for a new model when I first saw Johnny. Now, I gotta tell you, when I’m looking for a model it’s not just to have somebody to draw. I’m looking for a guy that interests me enough to spend some time with, to maybe mess around, you know? I pick up guys that I would like to have sex with, guys that turn me on. Usually that means I pick up a

Model 3

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Quarterback Sack

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Rough Trading

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The Geometry of Night

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Turning Pink, Part 2

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Hey Mad Mitch! How’s it going, man? Sorry to hear about your wreck. I phoned my folks last night and they told me. Said the Camero is totaled! Shit, I know that’s hell. Just so glad to hear you’re alive and kicking! You lucky SOB. Be careful, will ya? Guess you’ll have to slow down with both legs broke!!! Brutal, man! Rest up, get well soon! Take it easy Bud, Joel (Lobo Joe)

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