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  I imagined I could feel Hank’s hot juice flooding my insides as he ground his tool inside me, then he pulled out, giving my ass a push away from him. I turned in time to see his big cock, still dripping from its white cum-washed head. It was still half-erect, not limp as I thought it should be after having just ejaculated.

  “It’s always half hard,” Hank said in a breathy tone. “I just can’t get enough.”

  “Must be nice,” I commented and gave a little laugh. “I should be so lucky.”

  “It isn’t luck. It’s lust - pure lust,” Hank corrected. He spun round, turned his bare ass up to me. “Rim me. Then ass-fuck me,” he ordered. He placed his hands on either side of his asshole and pulled his cheeks apart for me, displaying his rosy colored hole.

  I got down on my knees and poked out my tongue, aiming at his orifice. He gave a little wiggle and backed up to my face when I first touched him, then I really began to lick his hole, getting more turned on by the minute. Pretty soon all I could think about was shoving my cock inside and coming a bucketful, but I wasn’t quite sure whether Hank wanted it now or later.

  “You got a hard cock - stick it to me,” he said in no uncertain terms.

  I scrambled to my feet, grasped my tool in my right hand, aimed it at Hank’s wet spot and pushed inside. I wanted to yell my joy, but I began to fuck instead, rising up on my tiptoes to get it all inside Hank. The warmth was marvelous. It felt like it was my first time. My belly tightened. My balls tingled. I worked in and out, pushing in all the way, pulling back almost to the point of leaving Hank’s hole altogether, not in any hurry to finish, just enjoying what Hank was giving to me.

  “You got a good hole, Hank,” I muttered.

  He let me take my time, but then my cock took on a mind of its own. I began to feel the first signs of orgasm creeping into my balls, that spiraling sensation that quickly spreads along your legs and up into your belly seconds before your cock lets loose –

  “I’m coming!” I shouted and slammed faster into Hank’s hole. “Oh fuck! I’m coming, Hank!”

  You would have thought it was my first time - the way I let loose with swiveling my hips against Hank’s naked ass and the way my skinny chest was heaving. I couldn’t seem to get enough air in my lungs to breathe. I actually thought I might pass out - but through it all the unmistakable sensation of orgasm raced round inside my body, ricocheting through my veins like an electrical current, sending me to the outer limits of reality.

  For the longest time I milked my cock inside Hank’s asshole, then he stepped away, surprising me at first, leaving me exhausted and spent, my limp cock drenched in white cum and dangling at my crotch.

  “Whew!” I exclaimed. “That was the highlight of the whole trip. Thanks, Hank.”

  “My turn again. Suck me off.”

  I bent my knees and slumped to the floor, pulled his cock between my lips and began to suck for all I was worth. The big stick of flesh seemed manageable now, or at least I felt more comfortable with sucking on it now. At any rate, I did a real good job, or so I figured, since it didn’t take Hank but a couple of minutes before he was groaning and filling my mouth with hot cum. I gulped the first spurt, but then the rest of his juice overflowed my mouth and ran down both sides of my chin, and still he gripped my head in his vise-like grip and continued to thrust into my mouth.

  Finally, after it seemed like a week had passed, Hank gave my head a push, dislodging his cock from my mouth and pushed me back onto the floor on my bare ass. I brought one hand up to wipe at the wet cum on my face, swallowing the mouthful he had left me with, and tried to get my breath. Man! Hank was some fucker! Then I saw his cock was still semi-rigid. I shook my head. I could hardly believe it. It turned me on just thinking about it.

  Hank went to get us beers and I sat down on the couch. My cock was beginning to rise again. Hank spied it when he returned to the room. He handed me a beer and sat down beside me. He took a long swallow and then began handling my prick. He was stroking me real good, had me hard as a rock in just a few seconds. I began to buck my hips, lunging my cock hard against his fist. Pretty soon I was letting loose a stream of hot cum, drenching Hank’s big hand and spotting my belly.

  “Son-of-a-bitch!” I exclaimed. “I’ve never been jacked off any better.”

  “You do me now,” Hank insisted, pulling my hand against his cock.

  I made a fist around his big cock and began jerking him off, working my hand real fast along its length. In no time he was spurting cum, like a volcano erupting. Man! The whole episode was such a turn on. I’d never had such a fucking good time!

  “How long do you figure we’ll be snowed in?” Hank wanted to know.

  We were sipping beers, feet propped up on the coffee table, toasty warm by the raging fire in the hearth.

  “Could be several days,” I speculated. I was having the sexual time of my life, liking the fucking with Hank, being naked in the cabin with him, finding out my life had a whole lot more meaning then just earning money and surviving.

  Hank sipped his beer and stared into the fire. “Finish your beer. We’re going out in the snow - like the Swedish do. You know - as if we had a sauna.”

  I shivered, like I’d been outside already.

  Suddenly Hank jumped to his feet, grabbed my arm, and yanked my bare ass up from the couch. In the next second he was hustling me out the door of the cabin and directing my ass toward a big snowbank.

  “No!” I yelped, half-laughing. “It’s too fucking cold!”

  “Don’t be a pussy!” Hank yelled at me then gave me a shove.

  I dived headfirst into the white cold mass, then before I could gulp in enough air to scream, Hank dove in on top of me, fondling my cock and balls with his hands, making me see the whole situation in a different light. I’d never believed I could get it up in the deepfreeze state of a snowbank, but Hank’s fist latched on to my cock and began pumping new life into it. Pretty soon I didn’t even feel cold - or freezing - at any rate, I was getting hard and thinking about needing to fuck again. That’s when Hank announced we’d go back inside and fuck on the rug in front of the fireplace. We ran all the way back inside, my hard cock waving like a stiff flag in my crotch.

  We ass fucked each other, worked up a real sweat, drank more beer, and talked. Hank told me several other things he liked to do, besides go outside and jump in snowbanks. He liked to be tied up and whipped with a leather whip. He liked to pose for sexy photographs. He liked to watch other guys fuck. Hank was a variable source of sexual fun - as he described himself. Just listening to him turned me on and when he suggested I come to his place the following weekend, I eagerly accepted. Then we discussed how to go about installing a sauna in the cabin - so we’d be prepared the next time we got snowed in.

  AT ARM’S LENGTH

  Wally Cranston sat straight up in bed, his big body drenched in sweat, his heart pounding against his ribs. Rising from his crotch was a giant hard-on, straining against the sheet in an effort to be free. His nuts ached. He had dreamed the nightmare again - waking just before plunging his cock in to the hilt and hammering his prey.

  Wally threw back the covers, ran both hands through his thinning hair, and placed his right hand on his hard cock. With an angry groan, he began working his cock, bouncing his ass against the bed. Damn the nightmares. He’d spent ten years in the joint because of his uncontrollable urge to rape. Now that he was a free man, he had no intention of returning to his old habits. He beat his meat and vowed not to let the uncontrollable lust take control of his life again.

  In the apartment across the hall, Leroy Miller was having an orgasm. His right hand was working feverishly on his stiff cock, bringing lusty sensations to his body, making him stiffen his legs on the bed, squirm his naked ass against the sheet. His teeth were gritted together, anger setting his jaw in a rigid position. He was inundated with nightmares of his past life. Leroy was a rapist. And he knew the urge to gratify his lust would never leave his mind. The prison therapist had t
old him so. Even on medication, sometimes at night, when he tried to sleep, the urge returned, haunting him, making his cock hard, forcing him to satisfy himself with his hand.

  When the orgasm was over, and they seemed so short when he jacked himself off, Leroy lay still on his bed and listened to the sounds coming from across the hall. His neighbor was awake again. It seemed like he was awake every night. He hadn’t met him yet, having only moved in to the building last week. But he’d seen him come in and go out, as if going to work. He was a big man, with graying hair at his temples, animal tattoos on his muscled arms, smoked unfiltered cigarettes, rolled his own actually. Leroy had seen the little pack of papers he kept in his shirt pocket and the little white pouch of tobacco accompanying them. It was the sixties. Didn’t the fucker know rolling your own was passé?

  Leroy got out of bed. Once the nightmare was over, and his nightly jacking-off to orgasm had taken place, he was always wide-awake, and he usually went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. He went toward the kitchen, naked, his cock limp in his crotch. He’d have that cup of coffee, maybe try and resolve things in his mind.

  Noises sounded across the hall, banging, crashing noises. Leroy wondered if his new neighbor was all right. He shrugged his bare shoulders. Fuck him. He’d have to get dressed to go see. It wasn’t worth the effort. He heated water on the old cook stove and spooned instant coffee into a chipped cup. He hated his life. Damn nightmares were regular as clockwork. Every fucking night.

  The teakettle whistled and Leroy poured the hot water into his cup. The aroma of coffee came to his nose. He sat down at the small wooden table in the room, lit up a smoke, and sipped the java. He needed a solution to his problem but he was out of ideas, and places to turn. He smoked his cigarette and considered things. He was holding down a job, mechanic at the corner garage, going to counseling weekly, had a few bucks put aside. He’d been out of the joint for almost five years.

  He finished his coffee and rose to make another just as he heard a knock on his door. He paused, listening, considering whether to answer it or not. Two a.m. was no time for visitors. The knock came again, a little louder. Leroy put down his cup and went to the door, peering through the peephole into the hallway—the neighbor across the hall stood directly in view, bare chested, a pair of worn jeans encasing his lower body.

  Leroy unlocked the door, pulled it open a crack. “Yeah?” he said in a questioning tone. “What the fuck do you want? It’s two a.m.”

  Leroy’s brash tone made Wally crack a smile. “I’m out of smokes. I saw your light under the door and thought I’d come bumming.”

  Leroy pulled the door open. The unmistakable smell of semen came to his nose.

  “Yeah. Come in. How ‘bout some coffee too?” Leroy invited. He turned, leading the way into the kitchen, making no effort to cover his naked body.

  “Coffee? Alright.” Wally stepped inside. His eyes flitted over the naked ass heading toward the other room.

  “Name’s Wally Cranston.”

  “Leroy Miller.”

  They shook hands, Wally’s eyes taking in Leroy’s limp cock, his pair of hairy balls.

  Leroy motioned for Wally to sit down at the table, and help himself to the pack of cigarettes while he made more coffee.

  “I have nightmares,” Leroy confided. “What’s your excuse for being awake at two a.m.?”

  Wally lit up one of Leroy’s smokes and took a deep drag, pulling the calming smoke into his lungs.

  “Nightmares, yeah. Fucking things.” He ran a hand through his hair, over the back of his neck.

  “I’ve been fighting the things for years. They never end,” Leroy said. He joined Wally at the table, gave him a steaming cup of coffee. “How long have you been out?”

  Wally didn’t bat an eye. “A few months. Spent a year in a halfway house before I rented this place.”

  Leroy sat down in the chair facing Wally. “What did you do time for?”

  “Rape.”

  “Me too,” Leroy confessed. “And I still get the urge.”

  They stared across the table at each other, smoke curling around their heads. Leroy reached one hand into his lap and scratched his balls.

  Wally squirmed uncomfortably in the kitchen chair, unable to see the other man’s hand but well aware of what he was doing. Suddenly he rose and announced he had to leave, rushing out of the apartment before Leroy could stop him.

  The following night Wally woke up at two a.m. having the familiar nightmare again. Immediately he thought about the conversation the previous night with Leroy. He threw back the covers, his cock erect and hammer hard, but instead of jacking himself off to force the nightmare from his mind, he went over to Leroy’s apartment. The other man was up. Light was shining from beneath his front door. Wally pounded his fist on the door, amazed at how quickly Leroy opened up.

  Wally strode inside Leroy’s apartment, stiff cock bobbing at his crotch, anger setting his jaw in a firm clench, lust running rampant inside him. Leroy was stark naked, a cup of coffee in one hand, but Wally hadn’t come over for coffee and cigarettes. He had come to try a new approach to his age-old problem. He curled the fingers of his right hand into a tight fist and hurled it at Leroy’s chin, knocking the man against the wall, spilling his coffee, disrupting the cigarette in his lips.

  “What the hell!” Leroy sputtered, blood gushing from his lip. He tried to catch himself, keep from slamming his bare ass against the floor, but Wally was on him in a flash, holding him down, wrenching one arm behind his back, slamming his hard fist into his head again. Leroy was bigger than Wally, more muscular, younger by a few years. He was no match physically for him.

  Wally pinned Leroy to the floor, braced his knee in the middle of his back and forced Leroy’s legs apart. Lust was running ramshod through his big body. His cock was stiff as a poker as he forced open Leroy’s ass cheeks. Then he spied the object of his attack and angrily shoved his hard cock inside Leroy’s asshole.

  With a series of quick lunging thrusts, Wally let loose his wad inside Leroy’s asshole. Panting, sweating, victorious. He heaved a big shuddering sigh. For once the fucking nightmare hadn’t taken control of him - for once he had been in control - for once – Suddenly he lost his grip on reality.

  Leroy gave a sudden wrench to his prone body and pushed Wally from his crouched position at his asshole, sending Wally falling backward with a kick to his chest. Then the two were scrambling on the floor, bare legs and arms entwined, smears of semen being passed from one man to the other, cuss words coming from between gritted teeth.

  In Wally’s sated state he soon became overpowered by the angry Leroy, and found his naked body pinned beneath his, a hard stiff cock being jammed into his asshole. He struggled but was unable to get free. Leroy hammered away at him, grunting and swearing, panting and sweating. Holding his arms pinned behind his back, he gave him no mercy, tearing into him with the force of a wild man.

  Momentarily Leroy’s balls knotted, orgasm was on the brink. It had been a long time since he had taken sex - given in to his urge. Well, Wally had come to him - asked for it.

  Leroy pumped into Wally, slamming the man’s hips with his own, ramming his cock to the hilt, wanting to come. Then it happened, gathered in his belly, streamed throughout his limbs, his heated body, ecstatic sensations made him cry out in a wild guttural moan.

  Leroy milked his tool, enjoying every last tingle of orgasm, then he pushed himself free of Wally, got to his feet, went in search of a cigarette. His lip was still bleeding where Wally had hit him when he burst into his apartment. He went to the kitchen, put the teakettle on to heat more water for coffee, lit a smoke, sat down at the table.

  Wally lifted his head and looked at Leroy, scrambled up from the floor, went to the kitchen. He was feeling a little mixed up by the turn of events. Leroy had just raped him, plunged his hard cock into his asshole and ejaculated inside his body. The memory of power he experienced at the time he plunged his cock into Leroy’s asshole came r
acing back to his mind. It was an exhilarating feeling. Nothing he had ever experienced compared to it.

  Wally stood in the kitchen floor and stared at Leroy sitting at the table. He was sweaty; red blotches covered his arms and chest where they had fought on the floor, anger furrowed his brow. He swelled his chest and heaved a laden sigh. He had to admit he felt a whole lot better.

  Leroy stubbed out his cigarette in the dirty ashtray, drained his coffee cup. He scowled at Wally.

  Wally turned suddenly, ready to leave Leroy’s apartment.

  Leroy wiped one hand across his mouth, checking for blood on his lip. “You pack one hell of a punch,” he muttered.

  Wally halted his feet. “I am not gonna apologize for hitting you or doing what I did to you.”

  “You don’t hear me saying sweet things to you, do you?” Leroy countered. “You came in here and raped me!”

  “And you raped me!” Wally screamed.

  They stared at each other, jaws clenched, eyes narrowed.

  “Get out!”

  Wally turned toward the door, confused, angry. “Do you go to counseling?” he suddenly turned and asked.

  “Yeah. Once a week.”

  “Me too. And nothing the shrink ever told me made me feel as good as I do right now. I’m confused as hell - why I let it happen - but my body feels calm - sexually.”

  “That’s the way it used to feel. Don’t you remember?” Leroy barked. He leaned back in his chair, stared at Wally. “There isn’t anything like the rush of power and lust accompanying a rape—once a rapist, always a rapist. You’re full of shit if you think you can be cured. Control is the only means of dealing with the sickness.”

  “You sound like a fucking therapist yourself. Well, I think I’ve found a new avenue of treatment for me,” Wally continued, smiling slightly at Leroy. He threw back his head and roared with laughter. “One rapist raping another! You gonna call the cops? You gonna call the fucking cops and say you’ve been raped? Fuck no!”