Loving Granger before I knew him seemed like a good idea at the time. His quiet rejection of my intention left me with a lot to think about. I have no doubt that I loved him more than I knew love could be, but mostly I loved him between my legs, because he got me hard and kept me that way.

His girlfriend was a bit of a drag. There was no possible way I would take up with a man with a woman. I wouldn't take up with a man with a man for that matter. If I loved I wanted to love on my own and not as a member of a partnership arrangement.

There was a mystery in the experience. While I didn't know anything, I knew I wanted to be left with more than a feeling I'd been messing with some woman's man. I wasn't about to play second fiddle to anyone and if my time with Grange proved anything, it proved I was not a disappointment between the sheets. He didn't have to say thank you, or tell me I was great, his response to my dick pounding his ass was unmistakable bliss. Even as a rookie, no one had to show me how to get it done.

The experience with Grange's backside was relatively unforgettable, and once home, I used it to drain off a couple more handmade ounces of love. The feel of him holding me tight within him was fresh and still capable of exciting me.

There was no difficulty recalling it all, even the humiliation of him taking all I had to give, loving every inch, and leaving me flat for his girl, who could never do for him what I'd just done for him. Grange might want to appear to be a straight guy, but his taste for a dick up his ass meant a constant search for satisfaction.

It was obvious that a word from me would have removed the girl from the picture, but it wasn't the girl who was off base. it was Grange and even at rugby games, I ignored him, pretending I wasn't the answer to his morning prayer. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

I made sure not to play anywhere near where his team played. Often I steered clear of the college games and headed on down the field to play with older more adult players, who knew who they were married to and came out to play rugby to drain off some of their pent up energy, after spending the week in the office. It was a good workout if not as intense as with the well toned college crowd.

That didn't mean, when I saw Grange, I wasn't immediately erect from the sight of his hard butt and the memory of what I'd done to it. I did want a repeat performance more than anything I'd ever wanted, but his way of saying goodbye left me ice cold. There was no way I wanted to end up back in his world again, waiting to be cut loose, after the loving was done.

One day I watched him walking toward me, strutting, as he did, with the bulge in his spandex lengthening with each step, determination etched on his handsome face.

I started my car, backing onto the street, and driving away. Looking in the mirror, I watched him stop, when he understood he wasn't irresistible after all. He watched me drive away, his disappointment was obvious. It didn't even the score, but if Grange still had a hankering for me he'd need to come up with a new approach.

How sweet it would be, I reasoned, smiling at the memory. How sweet indeed. Time to take another trip into town. My erection let me know it had been too long and it was time to look for someone who might appreciate me for how I could make them feel, when we were together.

I'd been tempted and handled in ways that set me on fire at night. That all came before Granger introduced me to rear entry and the kind of screwing I'd never dreamed was possible, because of how sensitive I was back there.

The idea someone could take my extra wide dick up their butt didn't seem like a realistic plan. Grange, with his athletic, willing body, showed me I knew little about getting where I wanted to go. Logic and physics didn't seem to apply to sex. Not only could Grange take all I had, he liked it most when I stopped holding back and rode him hard.

While most guys probably couldn't take what I had to offer up there butts, even more wouldn't want to. Finding someone who enjoyed receiving as much as I enjoyed the giving was a fine find indeed.

By the time I'd spent a couple of weeks reliving my experience with Grange, I needed to find more ways to get me where he took me. This was one aspect of sexual fulfillment and there were others on my mind as things I wanted to try before Grange took me down the Hershey highway.

My experience was varied enough for me to see there was more to be discovered about what turned me on. I was able to get myself most of the way downtown two weeks after Granger, without becoming uncomfortable or unsure. I parked next to the park, where it was safe, but I felt the eyes on me before I crossed the street. I kept moving and didn't get myself waylaid this time.

Two guys walked in my direction. Both were older men and I didn't think I was ready to deal with someone way more experienced than myself. One was well built and well groomed. I glanced into his steal blue eyes without stopping.

No one followed me out of the park and I was leaving no doubt that I wasn't making any pit stops, as I headed toward the part of town where good little boys weren't supposed to go.

I still couldn't go inside the establishments but there were guys my age and younger in the arcade and on the corners, looking like they weren't looking for anything in particular as cars drove by carefully to examine just what they had on sale.

It didn't take long to figure out what the game was. I wasn't in the market to market anything in particular. Besides the fact you needed to get into a car to negotiate a trade, there was the law lurking around every corner. Even on foot they gave me the hairy eyeball, knowing I wasn't dressed for the red light special or old enough to make my mark on the clubs.

I didn't met their eyes with mine and kept moving like I knew where I was going. My lost and confused look was long gone and town was no longer scary, though the mystery remained. I expected to find something, not knowing any specifics about what I was looking for. Whatever it was, I was close. I felt it in my groin, but as of yet it wasn't clear, and I kept my eyes wide open.

The arcade seemed like my safest bet, once the same cop passed me the third time. I picked up a soda and stood behind some boys at the newest video game. I stood close enough to keep track of the scoring. A guy from one of the prime corners strolled in with a burger and a soda. He immediately came over to the game receiving the most attention.

"You new?" he asked, after biting and sipping on his meal.

"Me?" I asked, watching him bite deep into his dwindling burger, moving a finger to keep it from becoming part of the meal.

"You got mice in your pocket?"

"Huh?" I said.

He licked his fingers, after putting his decimated burger into the hand with the soda in it. He chewed, looked at the group of boys surrounding the machine before looking at me.

Thrusting his right hand at me with freshly cleaned fingers, "I'm Cody. I seen you out there. You didn't stand still long enough to attract no one, but I could see right off you were a businessman."

"Businessman?"

I shook his hand and looked at my crotch for fear I'd tossed a bone and not realized it, but no, I wasn't giving off any extra incentive for someone to come up to talk to me.

"I bet you got a name," Cody said, sure of himself, licking his fingers again before taking back his burger from his full hand, but managing to keep an eye on me.

It was like he really wasn't all that interested in me, except he was talking to me and staring at me. This was the kind of thing that I didn't get. He was no older than me and probably not that old.

He was attractive without being clean or well dressed. He looked a little sloppy, but not at all repulsive, just not in any way that you'd want to be if you were looking to attract someone like me. I'd seen him out on the corner and he was looking to attract someone, but here he was, talking to me.

"You come down here often?" I asked, not wanting to know but feeling like I should say something.

"Just when I need to do some business. I don't have to ask you. I know most of the dudes who hang here, and you ain't no average bear. I bet you got a arcade way nicer than this arcade within walking distance of your nice middleclass house, don't you?"

"At the mall," I said.

"Where's the mall?"

"Aurora," I said, biting my tongue, and then realized he was a kid and not likely to come searching for me, even though he kept staring.

I no longer went to the arcade in the mall anway.

"Ah, yeah, nice…, Aurora. You obviously aren't here for the video games or the sodas," he observed.

"Ah,… I'm ah…," I explained smartly and he smiled.

"Hey, sorry, I got a big mouth, huh? I can show you the ropes. Get you a little bit of whatever it is you like, or just say, 'goodnight,' it's been good to know you, you know?"

"No, that's cool. I'm just not all that familiar with downtown. I've only been down here a few times. Looking around," I said, thinking it sounded lame but gave him some idea of what I was after.

"Yeah, cool. I know a lot of guys. You want to know a guy, I probably know him. I won't steer you wrong and I won't hustling you, you know?"

"That's cool. I don't know I'm looking to meet anyone."

"You're in luck. I ain't no one. I know who to avoid and I know when the cops are looking to bust someone. You got to just become scarce at a time like that. Right now, it's a time like that. I came in to get out of view of the man. Their thick as thieves tonight. I ain't aiming on huffing on no cops joint to stay out of the pokey if I can help it."

"Huffing?"

"Suck his dick?" Cody blurted, losing his pleasant demeanor for only a second.

The boys at the video game all turned to look at Cody. A couple looked longer and took in the whole view. The others went back to the competition.

"Sorry, I'm on break at the moment. See me later. I'll give you my best price," Cody said to them, polishing off the burger and sipping on his soda as the two more interested boys turned back to what they were doing, pretending their break was over.

"You like movies?" Cody asked.

"Sure."

"Come on. I know a guy. I can get you in."

He walked toward the exit and for some reason I followed him. Cody was the kind of guy I didn't like. His balls were bigger than his brain but there was something about him that drew me to him.

Maybe it was where we were that made him easier to take. It took a different style of guy to move around the darker side of the street. Maybe the size of his balls made me envy his boldness. I wondered what was beneath the bravado?

"Hey, Arnold, my man. This is…. You never told me your damn name," Cody looked back at me as if we were alone.

"Clete," I said, biting my tongue, not yet able to think fast enough to be someone else downtown.

"That's original," Cody said. "This is my good buddy Clete, Arnold. What about we watch some of your movies? You know, offer you our review of the material."

It was a bookstore with those booths in the back where you watched movies. The sign plainly read, 21, on the door and again on the register. I was already to make my retreat.

"The back machine is marked, out of order. I'll turn it on. I got a couple of new ones you'll like, C. I'll be back in a few. See how you like them. I'm about to take a break."

"Come on, dude. I won't rape you, besides you'd take more raping than I could manage by the looks of you. You're safe as long as you're with me."

Arnold eyeballed me like I was the blue plate special. Cody led the way back through the almost empty store.

The machine had a coin slot and a seat that could fit two well condition asses on it, and Cody waited for me to sit before he sat next to me. Our legs couldn't help but touch and so I didn't object. I didn't want to stand for fear I'd present with an invitation once the movie started.

There was no way for me to know why we weren't required to feed the machine. We weren't even supposed to be there and the movies rolled. It was mostly guys and chicks and there was a certain intensity to most of it. I'd seen such things but never sitting next to another guy in a place like that.

I doubt I'd have turned Cody down by the time the third movie began, but he expressed no interest in me but it was obvious that his white pants were suffering from a bulging down his left leg. I couldn't help but notice and he stared deep into the screen and rearranged himself on the bench, more squirming from the heat than anything else.

We were in the midst of our fourth film when Arnold came upon the scene, letting himself in and turning to fasten the latch that locked the door.

"I only got ten minutes. We got to get going," Arnold said, reaching for Cody's zipper.

Cody stood, keeping his arms out of the way to let Arnold free the bulge from his pants. Arnold kneeled in front of him, swallowing the aroused tube steak, making all gone with a nice looking dick.

Cody watched as if he was watching the movie. His dick was gone, a victim of a famished admirer. It made me ache as Cody pushed forward to make sure Arnold had it all.

"Go ahead. Suck that big dick," Cody said in a voice so deep inside his throat he sounded possessed. "Suck it. Take all of it."

There I was a few inches from Arnold's face, stuffed full of Cody's cock. I mean I could count his pubic hair and see the top of his white hairless balls. Cody pushed back as Arnold made a noise like a dog with a bone.

Holding onto Cody's hips, his face buried into the front of the horny boy's pants. Cody began to force what tiny portion of his cock wasn't within Arnold's mouth, in deep to make sure. Arnold moaned.

Cody groaned as he fed the man at his feet, becoming more intent on getting to the end of this movie. After another minute or two of the wrestling over Arnold's mouth, Cody reached for the wall behind him, his knees bent as he thrust harder into the gaping hole.

"Eat that fucking big dick. That's it. Suck me."

Cody's hand took my shoulder, squeezing gently as he stared at my face as I tried not to stare at the sex act he was involved in.

Cody moaned and groaned and squeezed and pushed his dick forward as hard as he could thrust it, and for the first time he held Arnold's head, humping the mouth and gushing air out of his twitching body. He had reached his peak and lost all interest in anything but Arnold's open receptacle.

"Yeah. …Oh yeah. …Suck it. Man, that's it. Oh yeah."

Arnold swallowed for a bit, easing the slick dick out of his mouth a little bit at a time, once it was drained dry. He took a handkerchief from his back pocked, wiping off the pink and red softening half hard flesh.

"That was the best, Arnold. You ain't lost your touch," Cody said, holding out his hand.

Arnold pulled two twenty dollar bills from his shirt pocket, handing them to Cody, and leaving us without any words of wisdom to inspire us.

He knew I was watching as he slipped his dick away and zipped up. He touched my shoulder softly, once all signs of the passionate encounter disappeared.

It was a tender touch this time and I was throbbing in my jeans. I wasn't hot for Cody but I'd never seen anything hotter, and so close I could touch it.

"Come on. I'm starved. Let's go eat?"

We came out of the booth and Cody charged right out of the exit plainly marked, Emergency Exit Only. A soft buzzing went off behind me as I followed him into an alley that led us one street over.

He charged into a well lit restaurant, waving at the girl behind the counter.

"Hey, sweet thing. You are looking fine tonight."

"Hi, Cody," she blushed, as we headed for a booth in the back.

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March 3, 2010

Thank you to the DC City Council for legalizing gay marriage in Washington. I was raised in and around DC, so it's a big victory for me and my gay brothers and sisters there.

Thank you Dr. Franklin Kameny, godfather of DC gay rights, a lonely beacon, standing up for us for years, when no one else did.

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Thank you Daniel Radcliffe, star of Harry Potter, who is speaking out for, donating to, The Trevor Project, an LGBT hotline for kids in trouble.

Operating in several major cities, they need volunteers to man the phones. Looking for a way to help gay youth, keep them alive and off our streets, click on the link below. We can do this. We can save our next generation of gay youth.


Send Rick an email at quillswritersrealm@yahoo.com

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