The winters in Ohio can get pretty brutal.
I sat at a red light watching the snow fly, my wipers beat a fast
tempo in an attempt to keep up with the white stuff. I gazed into the
murky twilight hoping that the photographer would still be there. I was
late, as usual, and had little time left to get my passport photo taken.
With the total fuck-up of the state department, time constraints were now
My name is Allan. I go by Allan even though my first name is
Lawrence. L. Allen Emirich is a respectable moniker for the busines world.
It was just one more thing that made me a corporate whore. I was five
years post- MBA at The Ohio State University and using it to bash rivals
over the head on my way to the top. The two years I had spent as an intern
at my current employer led me to become their golden boy upon graduation.
Five more years and I was sent to my hometown as V.P. of acquisitions and
expansion for the conglomerate. I didn't worry too much about the shit
heads left in my wake. 'Get out of my way or get stepped on.' was my
motto. You probably think I am an egomaniac, but I am proud of my
accomplishments. I suppose I sound driven. I am. Not so long ago I was a
scrawny kid from the wrong side of the tracks, giving blowjobs to married
men for money to buy school clothes. Don't get me wrong. My family was
and is a good one, just economically challenged. I took that scrawny
cocksucking kid and built him into a handsome, physically fit, 29 year old
King Of The World. Of course, I was still a cocksucker. Some things never
The light turned green as I readjusted my ample package of hung
man. Did I forget to tell you about my nine inch cock? Surprising, apart
from my personal metamorphasis and business accomplishments, it is the
thing I am most proud of. I drove through the light looking for the sign
of the portrait studio. Cindy, my secretary, told me they closed at seven.
I was cutting it close.
On the right, the sign for Raber's Photography Studio appeared. I
quickly entered the strip mall and found a parking space in the nearly
deserted lot. I parked next to a vintage black 1979 Monte Carlo, a car
that would have given me a towering hardon in high school. Hell, it still
caused a chub.
I was glad to see that the lights were still on through the
wind-whipped snow. I regretted that I did not have time for a smoke before
I went in. I didn't smoke in my new Cadillac. I exited my power chariot
and pulled the collar of my black, silk-lined London Fog overcoat around my
face. I felt the soft wool against my cheek as I ran to the entrance of
Inside, I felt the welcoming heat envelop me. I shook my coat of
any remaining moisture and hung it on a coat tree. I looked down to see my
Gucci loafers caked in grime from the dirty snow that exists in any winter
climate. I wiped them on a red runner that was put inside the door for
The reception area was deserted. The walls were mounted by many
examples of the studio's work. I could see that someone was quite
talented. The quality of the photographs was more than wedding, bar
mitzvah, or graduation fare. Some of them were nearing the kind of
photographs one might find in any good gallery. I perused the photos,
waiting for someone to acknowledge my presence. I meandered around the
room until I found one black and white photo of a man looking off into the
distance. His body was startling. I have a nice toned physique, but this
guy was in a league of his own. The neck was sturdy with veins running
down to broad, sculptured shoulders. The shoulders melded into his pecs,
almost as if they were one. The pecs were so defined that they cast a
shadow on eight of the most perfectly defined abs on the face of the Earth.
The V-shape of his torso ended at a pairs of jeans that looked painted on.
The thighs bulged as if barely contained. The jeans creased from the hip
to a prominent bulge in the front. The bulge was so prominent that the
waistline of the jeans dipped below a small treasure trail that ended above
one undone button of the fly. Next to the fly lay hands inserted into the
pockets. The hands led to bulging forearms that formed a perfect segue to
the vein encrusted biceps. There was only a hint of hair under his arms,
everywhere else was smooth sailing.
I turned around to see a face smiling from across the room. I
looked at him and then at the face in the photo for the first time (sorry,
never got that far). They were similar. The one in the picture looked
younger and familiar, while the one in person was more rugged and held two
beautiful shining brown eyes.
'Did you take it?' I asked, still gazing at photo.
'A long time ago when I was in High School. One of those
self-portrait projects. I thought it was pretty good.' He said, looking
at me questioningly.
I had to agree, it was pretty good.
'Hey don't I know you?' He asked, causing me to leave the God in
the photo and deal with the present.
'Allan Emirich.' I said, holding out my hand in greeting.
'Mark Raber.' He said, taking my hand.
Oh My God. Mark Raber, as in Mark Raber the most popular guy in my
high school? Mark Raber, as in the hottest thing this town produced since
Lillian Gish? Mark Raber, as in my classmate who inhabited all my teenage
jackoff fantisies? I looked into his eyes and he held the gaze a little
longer than I usually found comfortable. I let go of his hand and couldn't
believe my nervousness. I was King Of The World, I was Master Of The
Universe, I was Conqueror Of All. I was a teen-ager in serious rut over
this guy's body.
I can't breathe.
I wonder how someone so together could become unhinged over the
presence of another person. I had to remind myself that I was not that
scrawny teenager blowing strangers for change. I was me. That was enough.
'Sure you know me.' I said, trying to sound casual. 'My first
name is Larry, I go by my middle.'
'Oh yeah, Larry Emirich. I remember. Good to see you again. Wow,
you've changed.' He said, casting an appraising gaze over me.
'I guess. It has been over ten years.' I replied, enjoying the
attention. Could he be looking at me as an equal? Not some fawning, gushy
loser, craving even a small acknowlegement of my existence.
'Yeah, I guess it has. It looks like life has been good to you.'
He offered, sticking his hands into his pockets and parting his legs into a
triangle stance with the floor.
'It has. Looks like you have a nice business here.' I allowed,
gazing into his lipid brown pools. What a powerful thing it is to look
into another man's eyes and see him looking back at you.
'Thanks, What can I do for you?' He asked, snapping me out of my
'I need a passport picture.' I replied.
'I don't blame you, fucked-up time to be here anyway.' He said,
nodding to the weather.
'Unfortunately, I won't be leaving until spring.'
'Yeah, I heard it can be a real bitch getting a passport right
'You do take passport pictures?' I asked, wishing this repartee
could go on forever, but anxious to see what else would happen.
'Sure.' He replied. 'Just follow me.'
Mark turned to walk to the back of the studio. My eyes instantly
followed his back down to a gorgeous bubble butt that did incredible things
to the khakis he was wearing. I memorized the rise and fall of his
powerfully muscled ass as he led the way to where he would take my picture.
'Just stand there and let me get a straight on view.' He said,
instructing me to stand before a white screen. I stood straight, wondering
if the camera would catch the lust in my eyes. Mark looked through the
camera and then approached me.
'Put your head back like this.' He said, touching my chin and
lifting. I almost came in my pants. He moved my head around a couple of
times until he was satisfied. I could smell his scent, somewhat spicy and
masculine. My mouth watered.
I'd like to say that he threw me to the floor, but he didn't. He
was professional and quick with the tedious chore. When he finished, I
followed that magnificent ass to the front of the store.
'Sorry, I kept you so late.' I apologized, offering my credit card
'No problem man, nothing else going on.' He said, taking my AMEX.
This was my chance. Did I dare? Of course I did.
'Would you like to go get a drink or something?' I asked taking
back my card and inserting it into my wallet.
Mark smiled and handed me the receipt to sign. 'Sounds great.' He
replied. 'Just let me close this puppy down.'
I donned my coat and walked outside to wait for him. I lit a
cigarette with shaky hands. I looked at the hushed surroundings that only
those who have been in a northern climate can appreciate. The hushed
sounds of a city after the snow. I smoked my cigarette and waited for Mark
to finish. He exited the studio and locked the door.
'Just what I needed. Got a light?' Mark asked, holding a
cigarette to his succulent lips. I brought out my lighter and offered him
the flame. He cupped his hands around the end and sucked. I could see his
handsome face illuminated by the fire as he lit his cigarette. Even the
way he lit his cigarette was infused with testosteronic sexiness.
We finished our smoke and decided to go to a small bar in the strip
mall. Rather than drive, we walked to the place. There weren't many
people out on such a dismal night, so we were pretty much alone. We both
ordered a beer and caught up on our lives. Mark told me about his failed
marriage to one of the high school cheerleaders. What a bitch (and a
fool), I thought. I told him about my rise in the corporate world and my
ambitions. Mark wanted nothing more than to take his pictures and live in
our small town, 'with periodic excursions to take pictures and you know.'
'Where do you go?' I asked, just enjoying our close proximity.
'I like Key West. I like San Francisco.' He replied, smiling a
crooked gaze. The beer was getting to both of us. I smiled back and
allowed that I enjoyed both Key West and San Fran.
After a few more beers, we decided to go outside to smoke. In this
day and age, the powers that be won't allow smoking even in a bar. Idiots.
Standing outside we lit up and Mark asked if I was seeing anyone.
'Just me.' I answered, holding out my hand with fingers splayed.
'Know the feeling.' Mark chuckled dangling his cigarette from his
mouth and stretching his six foot frame. I couldn't help but gawk at his
incredible manliness. His shirt rose as he stretched. I could see his
flat stomach and exposed waist. It was almost more than I could bare, so
to speak. I saw him look at me through slitted eyes as the cigarette smoke
swirled up the cigarette to his handsome face.
'Wanna blow this joint?' Mark asked.
Did I ever, but I had the sense to think before I spoke. Of course
I would blow his joint. Anytime.
'Okay. Where do you want to go?' I asked.
'I live down the block, come on over if you want to.' He offered.
'Sure.' I replied, monosyllabism was my salvation.
Mark and I walked back towards the only two cars in the parking
lot. The cherry Monte Carlo was obviously his.
'Living out glory days?' I asked, nodding to the beautiful
'I'll show you glory days Pal.' Mark laughed getting into the car.
We drove quickly to a large victorian house. There were many in
our town and they could be had cheaply. The house was obviously cared for
and looked like something out of Currier and Ives with the fresh snow
surrounding it. I parked my car behind Mark's and followed him to the
door. He unlocked it and led me inside.
'Make yourself comfortable. I'll get us a beer.' Mark instructed.
I walked around and looked at the tasteful photographs that
abounded in the house. They were beautiful and obviously private. There
were some landscapes and more interestingly nudes. I was stopped by a
sepia print of a magnificent hard cock. Around the cock lay sparse pubic
hair, just tendrils obviously wet. Drops of water sparkled on the flesh and
accentuated the supple feeling of the photo. I felt myself go hard
'That's my neighbor. We took that one in the hot tub.' Mark
explained, handing me a beer. 'He just graduated last week and that's part
of his graduation present.'
It took everything not to ask what the other part was.
'Some of this stuff is pretty homoerotic.' I observed, fishing for
'Beauty is beauty.' Mark stated, simply. 'Would you like to smoke
I don't usually smoke weed. I had surpassed the ceiling that
random urinalysis may be required, but it was not something I did much.
But, with Mark, I was ready.
We sat in his living room and smoked a bong. Mark loaded and
loaded as we talked and smoked. I could feel myself relaxing under the
effect of the drug. My inhibitions lowered and I became exponentially
hornier. Mark was also feeling the effects. He lay back on the couch and
stared at the ceiling.
'Why weren't we better friends back in school?' Mark asked, one
hand and arm flung over his head the other rubbing his belly.
'I don't know, just different crowds I guess.' I replied, smelling
his intoxicating aroma. 'But we can be friends now.'
'For sure.' Mark agreed. 'Do you want to get in the hot tub. It
feels great when you're high.'
'Yeah, that sounds good.' I slurred.
I followed Mark through a darkened dining room and kitchen. The
hot tub was obviously at the back of the house. He stripped as he went. I
took off my suit coat and tie, then unbuttoned my shirt. I watched Mark as
he stopped by a set of french doors and lowered his pants. I gaped at his
ass enmeshed in boxer/briefs. What a delectable sight.
'It's pretty private, so I go bareass.' Mark assured me.
In for a penny, in for a pound was my thought. Nothing was going
to stand in the way of my seeing Mark naked.
'I'll turn it on.' Mark said. He certainly did, I thought as I
peeled away my pants and walked outside in my boxers, shivering slightly.
The air was cold but my horniness abated but a little.
The cover off, the hot tub steamed into the night. Mark started
the jacuzzi and pulled down his underwear. He stood up and stepped out of
them, pulling on his nutsack and dick as he pushed them aside. I stood in
awe of his chiseled physique. The torso of the studio picture was there,
just meatier. The torso ended in a perfect saddle that was encased by
well-defined thighs. Mark obviously trimmed his pubes. The silky brown
hairs sat above a majestic cock of impressive proportions. It looked to be
about five inches soft and cut. It nestled on a nutsack that held two
chestnut-sized balls. Mark's cock and balls hung almost level. The
symmetry was breathtaking.
I tried to take off my shorts and get in before Mark could see my
aroused state. But, it was not to be.
'Nice meat you're carrying.' Mark observed, assessing my pride and
'Thanks, I grew it myself.' I quipped. 'You're not doing so bad
'Thanks, must be the water hereabouts.' Mark joked as we entered
the cauldron. The heat of the water combined with the buzz made speaking
unnecessary. Mark and I luxuriated in the swirling bath for awhile.
'I'm going for a beer. Do you want one?' Mark asked.
'Mmmmm.' I mumbled, unable to verbalize anything at the moment.
I watched Mark alight from the tub. He sported partial wood. His
cock looked even better if that were possible. He returned with two beers
and a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He handed me one and sipped
from his own.
'Do you wanna share this smoke?' He asked.
'Sure, but my hands are wet.' I answered.
'Here, I'll hold it for you.' Mark said as he approached me from
across the hot tub. He held the smoke out with two fingers and put it to
my mouth. Instead of releasing it, Mark held on. I drew in on the
cigarette, watching the cherry flare in the cold night air. I could feel
Mark's fingers on my sensitive lips. I dared a taste of them. The light
from the end of the smoke fell on Mark's dick floating parallel in the
water. His cock bobbed on the crescent of the bubbles. I pulled away, but
Mark stayed and put the cigarette to his own lips. I watched his cock as
it rolled with the current. He held the smoke out to my lips again and I
sucked on the end of it. I looked up to look into his eyes. He stared
down at me sucking on the end of the cigarette, almost daring me to do it.
I released the smoke, keeping the eye contact. Mark nodded imperctively,
urging me on.
That was it.
I devoured the end of Mark's cock. I felt the head and glans rub
over my tongue. I sucked slightly, but not too aggressively, enjoying the
feel of this man's cock in my mouth. Mark moved closer and rocked his hips
into my face. I looked up at him watching me. His eyes were serious and
he was enthralled as I pulled him in until my chin rested between his
balls. I could feel Mark's dick growing as it forced my jaws farther apart
with each lunge, deeper and deeper in my throat. I suppose cocksucking is
like riding a bike. When you're good, you're good. I pulled Mark's cock
from my mouth to get a better look at it. The head of his cock was
remarkable. It was anchored at the bottom of his piss slit and proceeded
up and back to the crest of the flanged head, like a cap worn at a rakish
angle. A couple inches down the circumcision scar begged to be kissed.
The cock widened at the base so that overall it appeared as a torpedo.
Long. Sleek. Fat. Hard.
The length of Mark's cock was not quite mine, but it wouldn't take
much more to be there. The girth was that of a large deli pickle. I
kissed his joystick and fondled his balls. I revelled in Mark's cock. He
insistantly hammered away at my face with his body as I suckled his balls,
rolling them in my mouth and weighing them with my tongue. The hairs on
his loose sack ran through my teeth and tickled the roof of my mouth as I
nibbled the silky flesh.
Mark's insistent hammering made me engulf his engorged dick.
Nothing else mattered but this wonderful cock. I took it down my throat
until my nose rammed into his pubis, pulled back until his glans rested on
my lower lip, over and over. The feeling was incredible and I guess for
Mark, from the moans, he was pleased. I continued my assault as I felt
Mark lean over and grab my turgid pole in his hand. His touch was like an
electric shock. He grasped my rigidity with authority as I humped into his
'Fuck.' Mark whispered as he pulled me up to him. He planted his
lips on mine. I opened them to his invading tongue. He licked and sucked
my lips and tongue as if they were catching the next train out. It was as
if there just wasn't enough of me to kiss. I returned Mark's ardor with my
own passion. We grunted and groaned as we made a meal of each other's
mouth. The frenzy of our mutual passion was animal.
Mark pulled away, planting kiss after kiss to my face, neck and
chest. He would lick my nipple then bite and blow in my ear. I was high
on Mark, heading for an overdose. The abandon that Mark showed was the
best aphrodisiac any man could endure. He ground into my body, mashing our
cocks together, as he licked and kissed me to overload. Mark blazed a
trail with his tongue down my chest and stomach, arriving at ground zero.
My cock strained and bobbed with my runaway pulse. All nine inches begged
him to suck it. He did. Mark took my cock into his mouth and swallowed
me. He rotated his head when I bottomed out in his throat, causing me to
feel his tonsils with my engorged dick. He attacked my cock as if he
needed it for his very survival. He was rough and urgent, I loved it. I
wondered how long anyone could last under such an onslaught. I pulled away
only to have Mark spin me around and push me over. I felt him pry my
cheeks apart. I could hear him puffing away as his breath came in gasps.
Mark dove into my ass with his tongue. He had my hole, it could take all
the kissing and licking he cared to share. And share he did. Mark made
love to my ass like a wild boar. I trembled and quaked as he stuck his
tongue so far into me I thought I could french him with my mouth closed.
It was obvious that I was ready for anything. Letting Mark take the lead
was a wonderful feeling for one who is so unwilling to give up control.
Mark dominated me.
I felt him stick one then two fingers up my ass. Being the fuckee
is not something that I regularly do. I am much more a fucker. But, what
the Hell. I could feel Mark's spit around my hole as he dug his digits
into my rectum. He massaged my pleasure button repeatedly, sending me into
overdrive. I fucked back on his fingers, enjoying myself as I never had
before. It felt good to give myself up to Mark's ministrations.
'Fuck me.' I growled. 'Fuck me.'
Mark didn't need to be asked twice. He stood up and put the head
of his dick to my clenching hole. He ran it up and down my crack, causing
me to quiver in anticipation. Mark pushed forward, and the head broke the
seal. I sucked in my breath and straightened my back. Mark's face was
right above me, his breath blowing onto my neck. Mark buried himself in my
hot, tight, grasping hole. He quieted my moans with his mouth. I could
feel his rockhard body against my back as he kissed me. He assaulted my
mouth and my ass. I could feel his cock invading my ass with its flared
head and magnificent girth. He twisted his cock mashing my prostate with
each thrust. I could feel my body start to hump back into him out of
instinct. The feeling of our bodies was something primeival. A lust of
two animals, lost in each other. As Mark pulled back, it felt like my
entire body was being turned inside out. When he plowed back in, I felt as
if life was given back to me. We rutted for an eternity. Time stood still
as Mark fucked my tight ass. His steady plunges pushed me nearer and
nearer to an abyss which I had never tarried upon. The feeling of Mark's
cock in my ass was too much.
'I'm cumming.' I shouted.
'Me too.' Mark groaned.
Then, I did something I had never done before. Without touching my
dick, I shot long ropy streams of cum into the night air. Over and Over I
shot. I could feel Mark getting harder in my fuckhole. His rapid thrusts
had taken me over the edge and he joined me, devouring my tender lips and
We sank into the hot tub
'Wow.' I muttered.
'Yeah, wow.' Mark agreed. He pulled his lowering ramrod from my
tender chute and turned me to look at him. I peered into his hypnotic gaze
and hoped that he would not throw me out. Instead, Mark held my face in
his hand and kissed me tenderly. I fell into the kiss instinctively.
'So when do you want your pictures?' Mark asked.
'I don't care.' I whimpered, more interested in his beautiful
'Why don't you take some interesting pictures for me on your
vacation?' Mark asked with a smirk on his face.
'Why don't you take them yourself?' I replied.
That's it guys. I hope you enjoyed it. I might continue this story, or I
might write another. It is up to you, let me know what you think.
I can take constructive criticism without any harm to my ego. Must go now,
a cigarette awaits me. Whew.