Men on the Make: True Gay Sex Confessions (17 page)

“And here he is with some juicy news, I’m sure.” Luis grinned.
I smiled smugly and introduced myself to a fellow who looked like some leather kink Muppet Baby. He was wearing a leather harness and chaps. The other was a short, plump and furry thing wearing a vest sporting his
Mister Leather Bear 2008
title.

“Juicy news indeed,” Luis continued, “you missed a spot.” He gestured to where I had a little spooge on my chin. A comment often made in jest but Luis was quite serious that afternoon. The Muppet Baby and the Bear chuckled. I wiped it up with the back of my hand and lapped it up like a well-trained dog. “Pure trash! That’s why I love you.”

“Hi.” Aurelius smirked. He towered over me from behind the bar. “I hoped you’d be back.” His blue eyes were just as I remembered. His smell was the same too; foul, fragrant. I got an instant shift in my pants as I thought back to our scene in the bathroom a week earlier.

“I’m only here for a second. I just came here to give you my number. Is that cool?”

“Yeah.” He picked out a small piece of paper from a stack on the corner of the bar intended for this very kind of exchange. He smacked it in front of me with an elementary-school-sized pencil. I wrote down
Nick
and my number. He snatched the paper from me and before he folded it up and put it into his pocket he wrote
sexy
just before my name so that it read
Sexy Nick
. I smiled and looked up at him.

“I’m headed out. Call me?”

“Oh, I will.” His eyebrows wiggled up and down. He gave me a huge grin, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Warm breath surged through his nostrils and covered my face as he bit down on my lower lip. He tasted just as I remembered too. I could tell he was going to be trouble.

* * *

Aurelius didn’t have a working doorbell so I had to call his cell when I arrived. I could hear the barking of two large dogs. I learned their names were Vincent and Rocco. Vincent, a stocky pit bull rescue, was missing the tip of his left ear as a result of being used as bait for fighting dogs. Rocco, an Australian sheep dog sporting a creamy brown-and-white speckled coat and baby-blue eyes, was just as stupid as that contraption sold on TV that wraps around your waist and instantly gives you a firm six-pack. As soon as Aurelius opened the large wooden gate both dogs were licking my hands and sniffing my crotch and ass.

“They like you.” Aurelius smirked.

“People always say that about dogs.” I said.

Aurelius just chuckled and swung his arm over my shoulder. “Come on.”

We made our way down a flight of concrete steps to his house that was surrounded by a mess of lawn chairs, a small barbeque with empty beer bottles and cigarette butts surrounding it like an audience, and disassembled mannequins that looked like they were being devoured by the vast pumpkin patch that took up most of the yard.

The interior of the place was just like the outside: very much in disarray. It smelled of stale sweat and marijuana, rubber and dog. Fluffy but severely worn-out leather couches lined the room surrounding a tree stump covered in a thick shiny varnish. The table of sorts was littered with DVD cases, DVDs, cock rings, dirty dishes, a bong and lighters, and was blocking the view of the flat screen that covered the opposite wall.

Aurelius sat on the center couch in front of a large window that exposed an impressive view of Silverlake. Not Silverlake Boulevard or the reservoir but a view of what I think is the quintessential landscape of the Los Angeles neighborhood: hills
covered with houses—not one looking like the others. The same goes for the trees and greenery—nothing is the same; palm trees, cedar, magnolia, Joshua trees, oak, agave cactus, short and fluffy, twig like, tall and lush.

“Great view.” I said.

“Come over here.” Aurelius gestured for me to take a seat on his lap. I was standing directly in front of him so I just hopped on. With those massive hands of his, he grabbed hold of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His large lips were soft and wet. His saliva dripped down my chin. I’m certain he could have swallowed my entire head in one gulp if he’d wanted to. I squeezed onto him and he pulled hard on the back of my hair. He then reached down and undid the fly on his tattered black-turning-to-gray cargo shorts and pulled out his thick dick and shoved my face down on it.

“Oh yeah, boy. You do have one sweet mouth!” I was working him over good and the more he gripped my hair the more I knew he liked what I was doing. He pulled me in closer. The deeper I got the more I could smell him: cigarettes and a tangy funk. It was a hot summer day and this moderate workout got his pits to perspire without much effort. This got me riled up in a way I’d never felt before. I’m not sure what came over me, but I was looking for an extreme reaction from this man. I decided to use my back molars on the underside of his dick to see what would happen. He quickly pulled me away by the back of my hair and gave me a swift smack across my face.

“Watch those teeth!” He pointed his finger at me like he might a disobedient dog. Vincent and Rocco looked up at us from their beds next to the front door.

“Or what?” I asked, hoping for more. I even rocked back and forth as if wagging a tail.

“Oh, you’ll see.” He used both hands on the back of my
head to bring me back to the task at hand. Aurelius moaned and continued to hold my head in place with such vigor that I didn’t have much space to breathe. I gagged a bit. He ripped off his shirt and tossed it onto the table, cluttering it up even more. His pungency filled the room. I continued to rock back and forth and again, I used my molars.

“Fuck!” This time he hit me even harder and it felt as if my molars would fall right out. “What I say!” He got up and knocked me to the ground. “Get in there, boy.” He pointed to the bedroom that was directly adjacent to the living room. I got up and did as I was told. “And take your fuckin’ pants off too!” I started to unfasten the buckle on my belt. He had already kicked his shorts off by the tree stump.

The bedroom was just as cluttered as everywhere else. The un-matching bed set was strewn about the room. The yellowish corner of the box spring was exposed despite the fitted faded purple bedsheet that was barely holding on. I scanned the room briefly. A thirty-two-ounce bottle of Gun Oil silicone-based lubricant was on the nightstand next to an empty fish tank and something that resembled an electric drill with a giant pink dildo attached to the end. One wall held a giant bookcase filled with books on art and architecture.
At least this guy is cultured
, I thought, before I felt a firm grip on the back of my neck and I was thrown onto the bed.

“I told you to take your fuckin’ pants off.” Aurelius grabbed hold of the back of my shorts before I was able to finish unbuckling the belt and yanked them down to the floor with a loud rip from my boxers. He quickly got on top of me. I could feel his hard dick grazing the hair on my butt while he held my head down on the mattress. I couldn’t move and it was a little difficult to breathe but I liked it all the same.

“You ready for this.” This was a statement. He stuck four
fingers into his mouth, then slathered up my behind. I mumbled a bit but no words could be understood as the mattress muffled my voice. “Well, either way, you’re getting it.” I heard the squishy sound of him lubing his own dick up with his saliva before he covered me again. I screamed and chewed down on the mattress as he plowed deep inside me. He snarled into my ear and held on to my shoulders, keeping me in place. I felt warm and wet all over. My sweat began to cover the bed while all of Aurelius was covering me.

“What the fuck is this?” He pulled out.
What did I do this time?
I was looking forward to what was next. I rolled over to discover that he was, in fact, displeased.

“I’m into some nasty shit, but I ain’t into shit.” He was rubbing a fair amount of brown from his dick and showed it to me.

“Hey, that’s your problem. I’m not complaining, but you kinda forced yourself in there.” I gave a mild chuckle.

“Shut up and clean out your ass. I’m not done fucking you.” We both headed to the bathroom, which was just opposite the bed. It was a narrow little room with brown sticky linoleum made to look like tree bark. Old issues of
Men, Instigator
and
Handjobs
magazines were sitting atop the toilet tank. In the sink was some black rubber gadget. It resembled a hot-water bottle with a long tube attached with a narrow nozzle at the end. Aurelius was standing at the sink washing some of my insides off his dick.

“Clean your ass.” He tossed the black thing at me.

I look at it, perplexed. Holding it I clearly understood what it was for—a douche of sorts—but at the same time I still felt genuinely dumbfounded.

“You’ve never washed your ass out before?”

“Not with this. I’ve used a Fleet enema once but I really
didn’t like how it felt.”

“Of course you didn’t. It’s all that chemical shit. All you need is water.” Once his hands were clean he turned off the faucet and took the douche thing out of my hands. “Okay. I’ll show you how to use it.” He twisted off the tube and filled the bag with warm water. This douche seemed to be the only clean thing in the entire house. Aurelius twisted the tube back into place and held the device like it was a newborn baby. I was then instructed to get down on one knee with the other leg stretched far behind me. “Keep your stomach to the floor and your ass up. Never use cold water, only warm, and keep steady pressure on this.” He shook the bag at me. “And hold it just above your head. You know what to do with this, right?” He pointed the nozzle at me and closed one eye as if aiming to shoot me with a little rubber pistol. I just looked back at him with a sarcastically naïve expression. “Okay. Repeat three to four times and you should be good,” he said as he handed it back to me. “I’ll be watching TV. Let me know if you need any help.”

After lubing up the tip with some Gun Oil I got down on all fours in the shower just as instructed and worked it in. The first round was a bit difficult.
Was I even getting any water up there?
Perhaps the water was too warm, so that I couldn’t feel it next to my already warm anal walls. Though a few minutes later it certainly felt like a gallon was splashing into the toilet bowl after I’d emptied the whole bag into my butt. Have you ever had a plunger attached to your ass before? Well, I hadn’t either but I supposed it would feel like this.

I gasped and hoped nothing important had fallen out.

The next two rounds were far easier and the feeling of being flushed out began to feel good. I felt fresh and clean. Why hadn’t I done this before?

I cleaned up my rubbery new best friend with some soap and
water and laid it back in the sink. After showering and toweling off I made my way into the living room where Aurelius was also still naked and watching some MTV trash—shirtless buff guys and orange girls with big hair talking about things I didn’t understand nor cared to.

“All clean!” I stood erect in salutation.

“All right. Let’s get dressed and grab a drink at the Eagle. Being your first
real
douching I want to give it some time. You’ll be leaky for a little while. My boyfriend will meet up with us and if you guys get along he can take a swing at you tonight. But I get first dibs.”

OUT HERE

Shane Allison

I
’ve been trying to get out here all weekend, but with my sister and her kids coming up from Orlando for the summer, I haven’t had much time to cruise till now. I arrive to find that the lake is packed with dick. It’s hot as fuck! I hate the summer. There are guys in an assortment of cars cruising. Some of them I know by name and others only by face. I circle around to find a few cars parked. I’m wearing a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Easy access. I’m bound to find someone naked, men on their hands and knees sucking dick. Fuck yeah; I want to see what kind of hot-blooded action I can get into. I park on the other side of the black Cadillac Escalade driven by this brotha that used to drive a black Volvo. He likes to watch me jack off and I like to be watched. He’s got a huge, horse-hung dick. Lots of foreskin that stretches over the head. I sucked him off once. He fucked my mouth good and came all over my Sean John C
REME DE LA
C
REME
T-shirt. I notice two trucks: a small black Dakota and a dented-up white truck. There was a town car with leather
seats. I know the guy driving the black Dakota truck. He goes by Big Al. That’s what he told me his name was the last time I sucked his dick. He’s hung too and likes to talk dirty while he’s getting sucked. He takes fucking forever to come. I had a feeling he would be out here. He usually likes to come out on Monday afternoons on his lunch break. He’s got big, icy-blue eyes like a Siberian husky. He’s one of those blue-collar types. He always has dried paint on his hands. His fingers are rough and scarred up. He’s got a nice dick. I’ve seen him one other time in the woods, sucking a guy off while another guy I know, who likes to get fucked, watched.

I start for the trail with my dick hanging out over the waistband of my shorts. I’m already getting hard. This troll is walking toward me where the cars are parked. “How are you? Nice to see you again,” he says. He talks like he knows me. He looks familiar, but I don’t know him. I’m sure I sucked his dick once or maybe he sucked me, I don’t know. I walk to the spot where we all go. The place of wet wipes and used rubbers. Big Al is standing there, and this guy with brown hair, wearing a yellow shirt and jeans, is sucking his dick. I have never seen him at the lake before. The white truck with the dents must be his. Yellow Shirt goes back to what he’s doing when he sees me. Big Al must have told him that I’m cool. I draw in closer as I stroke my own dick. Big Al pulls his shorts down past his ass. He lifts up his shirt where there’s this postoperative scar below his belly button. I ease my shorts down lower to show how hard I am.