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Mike had just finished locking up his shop when we heard the voice from the shadows.
“Hold it right there you guys!” It was very low and threatening.
Mike and I both turned suddenly at the sound of the commanding voice to see a figure standing at the mouth of the unlighted alley that ran next to my friends shop. From what I could see of the man, he seemed to be pretty tall and bulky. He wore a lightweight denim jacket with the collar turned up and a cap pulled down low, so we couldn’t make out his face.. The gun he was pointing at us further distracted us from closely observing his features.
“Move over this way, into the alley” the gunman commanded, waving the gun at us and checking out the street to make sure no one saw what was happening.
Mike started forward quickly. I thought he might try something heroic and stupid, so I quickly inserted myself between my dear friend and the thug in the alley. My friend Mike Aiello is one of the most sexy men I have ever met. He stands a little over 5"5" tall, and weighs in at about 250 pounds which make up one of those compact, bearish bodies I go crazy over. And from looking at the pale silver hair on his thick workingman’s arms and what came bursting out of the V of his shirt collar, I knew his body was covered with the same white curly hair.
Mike also has the “fuck you” attitude of a lot of short statured men. But he also has the power and agility to back it up. I knew from time spent in the nearby gym with my bantam buddy that he worked out regularly and though he looked short and fat, was actually very solidly built and at 62 years of age could easily hold his own in a fair fight. But personally I don’t consider a .45 against bare knuckles a fair match-up. I was very worried that Mike would something totally unnecessary to prove himself.
I kept my hand firmly on Mike’s shoulder as we entered the dim alley and kept myself between him and the gunman. Feeling his powerful little body pressed against mine, the same pleasant tingle went through my body I felt every time he was near me.
I’ve known Mike ever since I moved into the neighborhood ten years ago. Mike and his wife Claire own a small Mom and Pop shop up the street from my condo. I was quick to make Mike and Claire’s acquaintance and we soon became friends. I found out Mike and I had a few interests in common such as loving basketball. We are both also old movie fans. I was soon inviting Mike to basketball games, and Claire would invite me over to dinner regularly.
Claire thinks I am “Such a good boy” and was soon trying to fix me up with some of the single girls in the neighborhood. I like to be honest with friends and not hide who I am. Explaining to the older couple that I was gay, though I did not mention that I liked older, heavyset men, they were both a little surprised, but not shocked and our friendship continued to blossom.
Though I knew Mike was straight and I would do nothing to hurt Claire, I continued to lust after the short, stocky polar bear in secret. I regularly began to help them out at the shop and we have been friends ever since.
And this might have gone on for quite a few more years, except a month ago I was informed by my company that they were opening a new plant in Los Angeles and they wanted me to head up the team. With all that was involved with that type of operation I knew it would be quite some time before I made it back this way again.
So tonight was supposed to have been a good luck and see ya soon dinner for the older couple and myself. I had stopped by on my way home from work to help Mike close up and Claire had left early to start preparing dinner. But as we moved further down the dark, deserted alleyway it became clear that we were going to be very late for dinner.
I kept close to Mike to keep him out of trouble, and because I loved the feel of his compact, firm round body against mine.
As we reached the back of the cul de sac the gunman stopped and waved us toward the back wall with the gun. I put my arm across Mike’s chest to keep him behind me as we faced the gunman.
“If its money you want,” Mike growled at the stranger, I could feel Mike’s, squat, powerful body vibrating with rage against me. “My wife already took the days receipts to the bank.”
“I don’t want your money!” the thug said dangerously, and pointed the .45 directly at me. “You’ve been messing with my wife! And I’m gonna kill you for it!!”
There was dead silence in the alley for a few moments. I blinked at the gunman in surprise.
“What?!” Mike suddenly burst out, speaking the words I was thinking.
My older, heavyset pal and I looked at each other in surprise and suddenly started to laugh uncontrollably.
“Mister,” Mike said to the ruffian, getting himself under control but tears still sliding down his round cheeks. “Have you got the wrong man!
The gunman stood before us unmoving, still pointing the weapon at my chest and not liking the sound of our mirthful exuberance. Mike suddenly stepped closer to the villain, getting in his face before I could react.
“He likes guys!!” Mike said beginning to chuckle again. “He likes them young surfer dudes!”
Not having discussed my taste in men with my short friend, since I didn’t want to scare him off, he had assumed I liked young, well built k**s, instead of older, more masculine, hunky bears like him.
“Bullshit!” cried the thug spital flying from his mouth in his rage. “Nina told me all about it. She told me all about what you two have been doing.”
“Nina?” I said thinking fast. “I don’t even know a girl named Nina! I haven’t been with a woman since high school!”
“OK then,” the man said low and menacingly between gritted teeth. “Your gay, lets see you suck a cock.”
More silence rang out in the alley as the three of us faced each other. I didn’t know what to say. I could do as he said and still wind up getting killed for it.
How are you going to hold the gun on us while he’s doing you?” Mike asked suddenly with ice in his voice. He was eager to get his hands on the brute holding us hostage. I knew what would happen if the gunman dropped his guard for a second.
“Not me. . .You!”
Mike looked aghast. “Oh, come on now! He started.
The gun flicked from my chest to Mike beat red face. “He blows you, or I blow him away.” The man said with a slight smile on his lips seemingly pleased with his turn of phrase.
“This isn’t really necessary,” I said moving forward and once again put myself between my friend and the miscreant. “I have cards in my wallet from gay clubs I belong to. . .even a gay bathhouse.”
“SUCK HIS DICK,” he commanded, the gun in my face again. “NOW!”
“It’s Okay,” Mike said, backing away from the man slowly and putting his hand protectively on my shoulder as I had done to him earlier. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, son. Its no big deal, just take my dick in your mouth for a minute and we can get this asshole off our backs and get home to dinner.”
“Not that easy, Pops!” the menacing figure said with malicious glee in his voice. The man really seemed to be enjoying this suddenly. “He does you all the way. I want to make sure he don’t gag or spit it out when you cum. If he’s a cocksucker he should have no problems when you unload down his throat.”
I looked at Mike. Mike kept his steely eyes locked on our captor.
“Its okay, k**.” Mike said to me, his voice sounding funny. “No big deal.”
“Get on with it!” the man said harshly.
I gently put my hands on Mike’s arm and steered him towards the alley wall. Kneeling down in front of him I looked up into his eyes. His eyes left the gunman and finding mine he smiled benignly and winked at me in encouragement. His hands firmly gripped my shoulders.
“Its okay, son.” He said, his voice suddenly dry and husky.
With shaking hands I reached up to unzip his pants. I had dreamed about doing this a million times in my minds eye, but not under these conditions. Reaching into his fly I found his cock and took firm hold of it. To my surprise his cock was firm, not had, but not totally flaccid as I had been expecting either.
“Oh no,” the gunman said nastily. “I want a good view of this. Take his pants down! I want to make sure you guys aren’t playing any tricks.”
Mike didn’t say anything as I unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He leaned back against the brick wall as I lowered pants and underwear down his firm furry legs to the ground. His eye closed, in exasperation or anticipation I couldn’t tell. But something had definitely changed here.
I unbuttoned the last three buttons on Mike’s work shirt so it would be out of my way. His body was beautiful and hairy as I had thought. I stared up at his chest, belly and crotch wanting to bury my face in his flesh, to really make love to this incredibly sexy man. But I didn’t want our tormentor to think I was enjoying this, though I was beginning to.
For such a short man, Mike had a very large, fat cock, and big, heavy balls. The head of his cock was engorged and slightly purple with excitement. I couldn’t believe it. Wrapping my hand gently around his shaft, I could feel it throbbing against my hot flesh. Mike was a lot more turned on by this than I would have thought possible. When this was all over we were going to have to talk. Maybe I had made a mistake not telling him what type of men I liked.
A moan escaped his lips as I took his hardening cock into my wet mouth. I could feel his hardening flesh throbbing harder against my tongue. And his body began to shiver (with pleasure?). I couldn’t believe this was really happening. If this is a dream, don’t anybody wake me up!
Mike hands were still gripping my shoulders. I could feel his fingers tighten on my flesh as I ran my tongue over the head of his dick. Without warning Mike suddenly shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock down my throat. His right hand moved to the back of my head and pulled my face hard against his crotch. I loved it!
Clamping my lips down on his cock and wrapping my tongue around his rampant flesh I moved my hands around his thighs and gripped his plump, hairy ass and let Mike have his way, holding on for what promised to be a great ride. The gunman now totally forgotten.
Mike’s cock surged in and out of my mouth for over ten minutes. It was the best ten minutes of my life. I didn’t want him to stop. The hell with where we were, I wanted to ravish this man. I wanted him to make love to me. I was amazed at how long Mike held off. I thought he would just want to cum and get the whole ordeal over with. But his wide hips continued to hump my face, his balls slapped over and over again against my chin. My tongue meeting him stroke for stroke. And he continued to hold tightly to my shoulder and the back of my head as he rode my face sending thrills all through my body with every delicious stroke.
I was so into feeling his cock in my mouth and actually getting my hands on Mike’s sexy body, I lost track of what was actually happening, and I guess Mike did too.
With ever louder groans of pleasure from both of us, Mike suddenly gushed his load way down my willing throat. I swallowed it like a man lost in the desert for days and wanted more. My older, heavyset buddy grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face tightly against his crotch as he continued to come over and over down my throat. Deep groans of ecstacy came from his own throat with every throb and jerk of his cock, and there were plenty of each.
I reached up suddenly and fondled his chest and firm stomach, feeling the silky white hairs trail through my fingers. I tweeked his nipples lightly.
Mike’s knees suddenly started to buckle and with concern for him I let his cock slip from my mouth and reached out to grab his arm to keep him from falling.
“Are you all right?” I asked worriedly. If anything happened to Mike now, I was gonna kill the guy with the gun.
“Oh, BOY!” Mike said taking a few deep breaths. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Not wanting to discuss my sexual history right there in the alley, and making sure Mike didn’t see the smile of pride and pleasure that spread over my face, I quickly bent down to help him adjust his clothing. I then turned to make sure our tormentor was satisfied.
The alley was empty!!
“Oh, yeah,” Mike said sheepishly. “He ran off as soon as you put my cock in your mouth. I guess we proved to him that you weren’t the one fooling around with his girlfriend to his satisfaction.”
I stared at my friend in surprise, unable to ask the question running through my mind.
“I started to tell you, but it felt so good and it had been so long since I last got off, I just couldn’t tell you. I really needed to get off.”
I told Mike it was fine with me if it was okay with him.
“That was better than okay,” my older heavyset friend said, once again patting my shoulder and looking at me wistfully. “And after all, with you leaving in a few days, it isn’t likely to happen again. . .is it?”
As Mike and I left the deserted alley to join Claire for dinner I put my arm across his shoulder. He seemed to want me to.
I didn’t mind that Mike hadn’t told me the gunman had left the alley, I wasn’t going to tell him I owed my friend Don a BIG favor for helping me set up this little charade either. After all, it isn’t likely to happen again. . .is it?
“Hold it right there you guys!” It was very low and threatening.
Mike and I both turned suddenly at the sound of the commanding voice to see a figure standing at the mouth of the unlighted alley that ran next to my friends shop. From what I could see of the man, he seemed to be pretty tall and bulky. He wore a lightweight denim jacket with the collar turned up and a cap pulled down low, so we couldn’t make out his face.. The gun he was pointing at us further distracted us from closely observing his features.
“Move over this way, into the alley” the gunman commanded, waving the gun at us and checking out the street to make sure no one saw what was happening.
Mike started forward quickly. I thought he might try something heroic and stupid, so I quickly inserted myself between my dear friend and the thug in the alley. My friend Mike Aiello is one of the most sexy men I have ever met. He stands a little over 5"5" tall, and weighs in at about 250 pounds which make up one of those compact, bearish bodies I go crazy over. And from looking at the pale silver hair on his thick workingman’s arms and what came bursting out of the V of his shirt collar, I knew his body was covered with the same white curly hair.
Mike also has the “fuck you” attitude of a lot of short statured men. But he also has the power and agility to back it up. I knew from time spent in the nearby gym with my bantam buddy that he worked out regularly and though he looked short and fat, was actually very solidly built and at 62 years of age could easily hold his own in a fair fight. But personally I don’t consider a .45 against bare knuckles a fair match-up. I was very worried that Mike would something totally unnecessary to prove himself.
I kept my hand firmly on Mike’s shoulder as we entered the dim alley and kept myself between him and the gunman. Feeling his powerful little body pressed against mine, the same pleasant tingle went through my body I felt every time he was near me.
I’ve known Mike ever since I moved into the neighborhood ten years ago. Mike and his wife Claire own a small Mom and Pop shop up the street from my condo. I was quick to make Mike and Claire’s acquaintance and we soon became friends. I found out Mike and I had a few interests in common such as loving basketball. We are both also old movie fans. I was soon inviting Mike to basketball games, and Claire would invite me over to dinner regularly.
Claire thinks I am “Such a good boy” and was soon trying to fix me up with some of the single girls in the neighborhood. I like to be honest with friends and not hide who I am. Explaining to the older couple that I was gay, though I did not mention that I liked older, heavyset men, they were both a little surprised, but not shocked and our friendship continued to blossom.
Though I knew Mike was straight and I would do nothing to hurt Claire, I continued to lust after the short, stocky polar bear in secret. I regularly began to help them out at the shop and we have been friends ever since.
And this might have gone on for quite a few more years, except a month ago I was informed by my company that they were opening a new plant in Los Angeles and they wanted me to head up the team. With all that was involved with that type of operation I knew it would be quite some time before I made it back this way again.
So tonight was supposed to have been a good luck and see ya soon dinner for the older couple and myself. I had stopped by on my way home from work to help Mike close up and Claire had left early to start preparing dinner. But as we moved further down the dark, deserted alleyway it became clear that we were going to be very late for dinner.
I kept close to Mike to keep him out of trouble, and because I loved the feel of his compact, firm round body against mine.
As we reached the back of the cul de sac the gunman stopped and waved us toward the back wall with the gun. I put my arm across Mike’s chest to keep him behind me as we faced the gunman.
“If its money you want,” Mike growled at the stranger, I could feel Mike’s, squat, powerful body vibrating with rage against me. “My wife already took the days receipts to the bank.”
“I don’t want your money!” the thug said dangerously, and pointed the .45 directly at me. “You’ve been messing with my wife! And I’m gonna kill you for it!!”
There was dead silence in the alley for a few moments. I blinked at the gunman in surprise.
“What?!” Mike suddenly burst out, speaking the words I was thinking.
My older, heavyset pal and I looked at each other in surprise and suddenly started to laugh uncontrollably.
“Mister,” Mike said to the ruffian, getting himself under control but tears still sliding down his round cheeks. “Have you got the wrong man!
The gunman stood before us unmoving, still pointing the weapon at my chest and not liking the sound of our mirthful exuberance. Mike suddenly stepped closer to the villain, getting in his face before I could react.
“He likes guys!!” Mike said beginning to chuckle again. “He likes them young surfer dudes!”
Not having discussed my taste in men with my short friend, since I didn’t want to scare him off, he had assumed I liked young, well built k**s, instead of older, more masculine, hunky bears like him.
“Bullshit!” cried the thug spital flying from his mouth in his rage. “Nina told me all about it. She told me all about what you two have been doing.”
“Nina?” I said thinking fast. “I don’t even know a girl named Nina! I haven’t been with a woman since high school!”
“OK then,” the man said low and menacingly between gritted teeth. “Your gay, lets see you suck a cock.”
More silence rang out in the alley as the three of us faced each other. I didn’t know what to say. I could do as he said and still wind up getting killed for it.
How are you going to hold the gun on us while he’s doing you?” Mike asked suddenly with ice in his voice. He was eager to get his hands on the brute holding us hostage. I knew what would happen if the gunman dropped his guard for a second.
“Not me. . .You!”
Mike looked aghast. “Oh, come on now! He started.
The gun flicked from my chest to Mike beat red face. “He blows you, or I blow him away.” The man said with a slight smile on his lips seemingly pleased with his turn of phrase.
“This isn’t really necessary,” I said moving forward and once again put myself between my friend and the miscreant. “I have cards in my wallet from gay clubs I belong to. . .even a gay bathhouse.”
“SUCK HIS DICK,” he commanded, the gun in my face again. “NOW!”
“It’s Okay,” Mike said, backing away from the man slowly and putting his hand protectively on my shoulder as I had done to him earlier. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, son. Its no big deal, just take my dick in your mouth for a minute and we can get this asshole off our backs and get home to dinner.”
“Not that easy, Pops!” the menacing figure said with malicious glee in his voice. The man really seemed to be enjoying this suddenly. “He does you all the way. I want to make sure he don’t gag or spit it out when you cum. If he’s a cocksucker he should have no problems when you unload down his throat.”
I looked at Mike. Mike kept his steely eyes locked on our captor.
“Its okay, k**.” Mike said to me, his voice sounding funny. “No big deal.”
“Get on with it!” the man said harshly.
I gently put my hands on Mike’s arm and steered him towards the alley wall. Kneeling down in front of him I looked up into his eyes. His eyes left the gunman and finding mine he smiled benignly and winked at me in encouragement. His hands firmly gripped my shoulders.
“Its okay, son.” He said, his voice suddenly dry and husky.
With shaking hands I reached up to unzip his pants. I had dreamed about doing this a million times in my minds eye, but not under these conditions. Reaching into his fly I found his cock and took firm hold of it. To my surprise his cock was firm, not had, but not totally flaccid as I had been expecting either.
“Oh no,” the gunman said nastily. “I want a good view of this. Take his pants down! I want to make sure you guys aren’t playing any tricks.”
Mike didn’t say anything as I unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He leaned back against the brick wall as I lowered pants and underwear down his firm furry legs to the ground. His eye closed, in exasperation or anticipation I couldn’t tell. But something had definitely changed here.
I unbuttoned the last three buttons on Mike’s work shirt so it would be out of my way. His body was beautiful and hairy as I had thought. I stared up at his chest, belly and crotch wanting to bury my face in his flesh, to really make love to this incredibly sexy man. But I didn’t want our tormentor to think I was enjoying this, though I was beginning to.
For such a short man, Mike had a very large, fat cock, and big, heavy balls. The head of his cock was engorged and slightly purple with excitement. I couldn’t believe it. Wrapping my hand gently around his shaft, I could feel it throbbing against my hot flesh. Mike was a lot more turned on by this than I would have thought possible. When this was all over we were going to have to talk. Maybe I had made a mistake not telling him what type of men I liked.
A moan escaped his lips as I took his hardening cock into my wet mouth. I could feel his hardening flesh throbbing harder against my tongue. And his body began to shiver (with pleasure?). I couldn’t believe this was really happening. If this is a dream, don’t anybody wake me up!
Mike hands were still gripping my shoulders. I could feel his fingers tighten on my flesh as I ran my tongue over the head of his dick. Without warning Mike suddenly shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock down my throat. His right hand moved to the back of my head and pulled my face hard against his crotch. I loved it!
Clamping my lips down on his cock and wrapping my tongue around his rampant flesh I moved my hands around his thighs and gripped his plump, hairy ass and let Mike have his way, holding on for what promised to be a great ride. The gunman now totally forgotten.
Mike’s cock surged in and out of my mouth for over ten minutes. It was the best ten minutes of my life. I didn’t want him to stop. The hell with where we were, I wanted to ravish this man. I wanted him to make love to me. I was amazed at how long Mike held off. I thought he would just want to cum and get the whole ordeal over with. But his wide hips continued to hump my face, his balls slapped over and over again against my chin. My tongue meeting him stroke for stroke. And he continued to hold tightly to my shoulder and the back of my head as he rode my face sending thrills all through my body with every delicious stroke.
I was so into feeling his cock in my mouth and actually getting my hands on Mike’s sexy body, I lost track of what was actually happening, and I guess Mike did too.
With ever louder groans of pleasure from both of us, Mike suddenly gushed his load way down my willing throat. I swallowed it like a man lost in the desert for days and wanted more. My older, heavyset buddy grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face tightly against his crotch as he continued to come over and over down my throat. Deep groans of ecstacy came from his own throat with every throb and jerk of his cock, and there were plenty of each.
I reached up suddenly and fondled his chest and firm stomach, feeling the silky white hairs trail through my fingers. I tweeked his nipples lightly.
Mike’s knees suddenly started to buckle and with concern for him I let his cock slip from my mouth and reached out to grab his arm to keep him from falling.
“Are you all right?” I asked worriedly. If anything happened to Mike now, I was gonna kill the guy with the gun.
“Oh, BOY!” Mike said taking a few deep breaths. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Not wanting to discuss my sexual history right there in the alley, and making sure Mike didn’t see the smile of pride and pleasure that spread over my face, I quickly bent down to help him adjust his clothing. I then turned to make sure our tormentor was satisfied.
The alley was empty!!
“Oh, yeah,” Mike said sheepishly. “He ran off as soon as you put my cock in your mouth. I guess we proved to him that you weren’t the one fooling around with his girlfriend to his satisfaction.”
I stared at my friend in surprise, unable to ask the question running through my mind.
“I started to tell you, but it felt so good and it had been so long since I last got off, I just couldn’t tell you. I really needed to get off.”
I told Mike it was fine with me if it was okay with him.
“That was better than okay,” my older heavyset friend said, once again patting my shoulder and looking at me wistfully. “And after all, with you leaving in a few days, it isn’t likely to happen again. . .is it?”
As Mike and I left the deserted alley to join Claire for dinner I put my arm across his shoulder. He seemed to want me to.
I didn’t mind that Mike hadn’t told me the gunman had left the alley, I wasn’t going to tell him I owed my friend Don a BIG favor for helping me set up this little charade either. After all, it isn’t likely to happen again. . .is it?
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