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by Jesse Gambini

When I saw the posting on the message board, I knew I had to answer. "Oral service given by

 hot 28 year old stud looking for same. Blond, blue eyes, goatee, nine inches."

I sent him e-mail. We began corresponding. He told me his name was Stephen. He was direct and to the point. He was looking for dick to suck and it just so happens I'm always looking to have mine sucked. After exchanging several messages, we both were interested in meeting. We made arrangements to get together at a cafe South of Market one Tuesday night after work.

As I walked up Folsom Street that evening, I wondered if I should even be meeting any body like this. When I thought about having a hot stud suck me off, no questions, no commitments, my cock hardened to its full stiff seven inches. And if I wasn't in to it, I didn't have to do anything.

Arriving at the cafe about twenty minutes early, I ordered an Italian soda. Stephen told me that he would wait at a table outside. I grabbed a table in the window by the front door. I watched and waited for him to show up.

At about quarter after six, I saw a guy enter the cafe who fit Stephen's description: tall, about six feet, good looking, short cropped blond hair and a goatee. He wore a black leather jacket and tight faded jeans that hugged a nice, round butt. He showed a mouth-watering sized basket. I was fairly certain it was him, although half the guys hanging out South of Market met the description. He grabbed a latte and then a table outside. Like an animal stalking its prey, I watched him from the window, my eyes never leaving him. I wanted to make absolutely sure it was him before I made my move.

My stomach was in knots as I approached his table. What if it wasn't him? What if I made a damn fool of myself? It was possible that he might not find me as hot as I found him. It's not that I'm bad looking or anything--I would say I'm an average kind of guy--mid thirties, dark hair, hazel eyes--not bad looking.

"Are you Stephen?" I asked.

"Jesse?"

I joined Stephen at his table. We made small talk for awhile, mostly about work and the computer BBS we were on. I was more than a little anxious. In addition to being nervous about the meeting, I was still wound up from a stressful day at work. This wasn't a normal way for me to find a sex partner--I usually hung out and cruised at the bars, but I was getting a little sick and tired of all the games and all the attitude.

Hoping that Stephen wasn't picking up on my anxiety, I asked him several questions. Stephen and I talked some more. I started to calm down about the whole thing. I was taken back by his cool, aloof manner. The longer we talked, the more I hoped we would get down to that hot oral service that his posting on the board talked about.

"You have any plans for tonight?" he asked.

"No, meeting you was all I scheduled," I said.

"You want to go get a drink?"

"Sure,"

We went to a nearby bar, a little hole in the wall. It wasn't very crowded, but there was an interesting

 crowd. Stephen grabbed us a couple of drinks. Sitting down near the front door, we continued our conversation.

It didn't take long for the alcohol to rush to my head. I had an early lunch that day and hadn't eaten since early afternoon. After a few drinks, I felt a lot more relaxed and had a slight buzz on. Stephen and I kept talking, but we were skirting the issue that had brought us out that evening.

While we talked, I kept eyeing Stephen's crotch. Up close, the bulge in his pants was even more impressive than from a distance. He had a good sized package stuffed into his jeans. From what I could tell, the posting about the nine inches wasn't false advertising.

At one point, Stephen's knee brushed against mine. The air was charged with sexual tension. I was glad Stephen had made the first move. I had been to uptight to do anything. When his knee brushed against mine again, my heart was pounding an erratic rhythm and knot rose in my throat. Gazing into Stephen's blue eyes, I pressed my leg against his. Stephen then placed his hand on my knee. I watched as the bulge in his pants got bigger. My own cock was rock hard.

Stephen's hand traveled up my leg. He squeezed my thigh. My cock was now straining in my pants. Reaching over he grabbed my crotch and kneaded my growing cock through my jeans.

"Nice," he said.

I looked around the bar. None of the other patrons seemed too interested in Stephen groping my crotch. I reached down and grabbed his cock and kneaded his basket. He hadn't been lying about his cock. He did have nine inches in there. We sat there groping each other's hard cocks. I was already dripping a steady flow of pre-cum.

"You want to go to my place?" I asked.

"It's too far."

"How about yours?"

"It's too out of the way." I mischievous grin crept across Stephen's face. "You ever done it outdoors?"

I shook my head no. "I'm willing to give it a try."

"There's lots of dark alleys around here. Let's go."

We finished our drinks, grabbed our jackets and headed out of the bar into the night.

Stephen and I wandered around South of Market for over fifteen minutes looking for a suitable place for out tryst.

"I've got to piss," said Stephen.

"So do I."

We found some overgrown bushes next to a deserted looking building. Stephen unzipped his pants and hauled out his huge cock. It was a nice thick piece of cut meat. I pulled my own cock out of my pants, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Stephen's.

Streams of hot piss puddled on the ground. When we were done pissing, neither one of us zipped up. Stroking our cocks, they grew longer and harder. Stephen cleared his throat, reached over and wrapped his fist around my hardon. He began to slowly jack my cock. His grip was firm. His hand was warm. I shuddered at his touch.

"That feels good." I said.

We stared each other down. Reaching over, I grasped Stephen's hard cock in my fist and began to stroke him. He was wearing a studded leather cock ring. He followed suit and wrapped his warm hand around my hard cock. We stood there in the dark stroking each other cocks until we heard voices in the street.

"I don't think it's too safe here," I said.

We stuffed our hardons back into our pants and walked back towards Folsom Street. It took us a while to find someplace that was out of the way of foot traffic. Stephen grabbed at my crotch as we explored South of Market in the moonlight.

We eventually found a fenced-in unattended parking lot with a large gate off a side street. There was a large truck parked next to the fence. Shrubs and bushes had overgrown the chain link fence, shielding the view inside from the street It wasn't completely out of the way, but it was dark enough so that if somebody walked down the street we wouldn't be seen.

Walking the length of the parking lot alongside the truck, our footsteps crunched through the gravel covering the lot. Music was playing loudly several doors down the street. I could still hear the din of traffic in the distance buzzing down Folsom Street.

Stopping at the end of the truck, Stephen leaned against the back bumper. I stood and faced him.

"How's this?" he asked.

"I guess its okay."

I stepped closer. I could still make out Stephen handsome features in the moonlight. I stepped even closer to him. I could feel his hot breath on my face. Stephen reached out and fondled my crotch again. My cock hadn't gone down since we pissed in the bushes earlier. He had me fucking hot. Stephen fumbled with his zipper and then pulled out his nine inches. I followed suit and pulled out my own cock.

Standing there face to face in the moonlight, we stroked each other's hard dicks. Never having done anything like this before, I was still a little anxious. Stephen, on the other hand, seemed to be totally relaxed and into the whole scene.

Without any warning, Stephen dropped to his knees on the gravel and took my hard cock in his mouth. I've been told I have just the right sized cock for cocksucking--it's about six inches and not too thick. Stephen gulped down my cock all the way to my bush without any problem.

His warm and moist mouth plunged up and down on my shaft. I began to enjoy the sensations of his tongue on my shaft. Looking down, I watched Stephen stroke his dick as he sucked my cock.

I drifted off and soon forgot where I was, only wanting to enjoy Stephen's cocksucking. I pumped my cock in and out of Stephen's hot throat, fucking his face in a steady rhythm. My thrusts were in time with the music playing in the background. Stephen hungrily gobbled up my cock. I was jolted back to reality when I heard the crash of a trash can against the street.

I pulled my cock out of Stephen's mouth. Stephen stood up. I tried to stuff my cock back in my pants. I didn't want to get caught in the act. The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in the bushes. We peered through the foliage. I couldn't see anybody. Then I saw someone struggling with the trash can.

"Don't worry. He can't see us," whispered Stephen.

Stephen pulled his cock back out of his pants. I did the same. He knelt back down. His lips encircled my cockhead. This time I leaned against the back of the truck while Stephen worked his hot mouth over my shaft. My cock slid down Stephen's throat with ease.

He was a great cocksucker. I slowly bucked my hips back and forth, my cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. Stephen resumed stroking his cock. I watched him again as he grasped his long thick cock. He tugged long and hard on his stiff cock. I tried as best I could to block out the sounds of the traffic and blaring music on Folsom. I concentrated on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the sounds of heavy breathing and the thump of my heartbeat in my ears.

Feeding hungrily on my cock, Stephen ran his tongue up and down my quivering cockshaft. I looked down and watched as my shaft slid into his mouth. My wet cock glistened in the moonlight.

My cock still in his mouth, Stephen glanced up at me. The moon was reflected in his steel-blue eyes. He was making me feel so damn good. I wanted to return the favor.

"Let me suck you," I said.

"You want some?"

I knelt down in front of Stephen, taking him in my mouth. His cock was big, almost too big. I usually prefer taking a cock his size up my ass, but I knew I wasn't going to have the pleasure given our surroundings. I hoped that there would be another time.

Stephen began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and fucked his cock down my throat. He built up his tempo as his oversized cock pumped in and out of my mouth. Stephen was a little more than I could handle. I gagged a couple of times. He eased back up. I licked down the length of his shaft and then swabbed my tongue over his shaved balls.

Taking his rod from my mouth, I grasped it in my hand. Stephen shuddered. The night air had grown cool and damp. Tracking my tongue up and down his piss-slit, I licked his fleshy cockhead. Working my way down to his balls again, I nuzzled my face in his crotch. He smelled of leather, sweat and piss. I took his cock in my mouth again. The heat of his entire body coursed down the length of his shaft into my mouth.

Stephen was back down on his knees deep throating my cock when the night was disrupted by the roar of motorcycles coming down the alley. Beginning to feel panicked, I breathed in shallow, quick gasps. Stephen didn't seem to notice even as the roar got louder and shadows danced on the building behind us as the bikes came further down the alley.

"Oh shit,"

"Ssh."

I tried to pull my cock out of Stephen's mouth, but he clamped down hard on my shaft. He held my dick in his mouth as the two motorcycles pulled up alongside the fence. I turned and caught a glimpse through the foliage of two guys in black leather pulling off their motorcycle helmets. They had to have seen us. I heard voices and then somebody laughing. I tried to listen to what they were saying. Stephen resumed sucking my cock. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Stephen's cocksucking did the trick. It wasn't long before the night air was filled with my groans of pleasure.

Even though my back was to the two guys, I knew they were watching us. I tried to ignore the fact they were there and get into Stephen sucking my dick, but in the back of my mind I knew we had an audience. I struggled with the uncertainties that had been aroused by our situation. Stephen, on the other had, seemed to be more turned on my it. He gulped down my cock like he was eating his last meal.

Rocking my hips back and forth, my cock thrust in and out of Stephen's mouth. His throat muscles milked my cock. I pushed in deeper and deeper, my cock sliding deep down his throat. I felt the coarse hair of Stephen's goatee against my balls. I picked up my pace and thrusted in and out of Stephen's hot mouth while the two guys watched.

I tensed up only slightly when I heard footsteps in the gravel on both sides of the truck. I glanced over my shoulder for just a moment. Our audience was about to join us.

Continuing to milk my cock with his throat, Stephen glanced up into my eyes. The silence between us loomed heavily like the San Francisco night mist.

Two figures in black appeared from around the truck, taking position on opposite corners. One guy was a tall blond with a moustache in his mid to late thirties. The other guy was a younger Asian guy with long shiny black hair. They were both dressed in black leather pants, boots and jackets.

They didn't appear to be threatening, but I was struggling to keep my emotions in check. It was a scene out of a fucking porn flick. My senses were overcome with sensations--the smell of black leather, the cold, damp night air in my lungs, Stephen's hot, wet mouth on my rock hard cock and the sounds of traffic rushing by and the music thumping in the background. My adrenaline rushed a mile a minute.

Stephen stared up at me, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. It was as if he was trying to read my mind. He cupped his hand under my balls. His hand was cold, but it felt good. "Oh, yeah," I groaned.

Stephen nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Fucking cocksucker. Suck me good."

Stephen's eyes twinkled. He wanted me to do this.

"Suck my cock. You fucking cocksucker."

I heard the sounds of zippers being pulled down. I glanced over at the blond. He had pulled out a thick eight inch cock. He was slowly stroking his meat. I then glanced over at the Asian guy. He had done the same.

Stephen kept sucking my cock, running his tongue up and down my quivering cockshaft. I fed him my cock, pushing it in until my cockhead brushed the back of his throat.

The other guys stood there silently stroking their cocks. I turned and looked at the blond. He smirked as he pumped his bloated cock.

The Asian guy walked over to his friend and grabbed his cock. They stroked each other off while Stephen kept sucking my cock.

"Oh, Christ, man," groaned the blond. Ropes of white hot cum spurted from his dick.

The Asian guy began to furiously pump his cock. Moments later he grunted, arched his back and every muscle in his body spasmed as jolts of jizz burst from his cock.

They zipped up their pants and walked back around the truck. I heard the guys laugh and their voices trailed off. Apparently they had seen enough of the show.

With the spectators gone, I relaxed a bit more and was able to enjoy Stephen sucking my dick. I bucked against his face. My balls slapped his hair covered chin. Stephen furiously stroked his cock as I pounded his face with my dick. I was getting close, damn close.

Stephen worked his hand up between my legs. I felt waves of pleasure rising from my ass, then my balls. I was ready to come. Just before the moment of release, a car door slammed. I jumped. Stephen was also startled by the sound of the car door slamming. The engine started. The rumble of gravel under the tires followed. I tense up again and lost the moment. The car ground to a halt and we heard the sounds of the chain metal gate being pulled shut.

"Oh, shit, Stephen. We're locked in here."

"I didn't hear anybody chain the fence."

"What are we going to do?"

"Keep it down. We don't want whoever it is to hear us."

The door slammed again and the car spun off. Stephen went back to sucking my dick. He plunged back down on my dick, engulfing it in his hot, moist mouth one more time. My dick slid in and out of his mouth and as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

"Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum," said Stephen.

He lurched backward. He let my cock drop out of his mouth. Torrents of Stephen's pearly white spunk sprayed on the gravel under our feet.

"Oh, shit that was good," he said.

Stephen stood up. The knees of his jeans were stained from mud and dirt. He wiped his pants. His big cock was still hanging out of his fly. I moved closer and grasped Stephen's cock and then my own. His cock was warm and smooth. I cupped one hand under his balls and the other around my own cock. I began to slowly jack my own cock. My pre-cum drooled down my shaft and webbed my fingers as I pumped my cock. I stroked my fist up and down, up and down, faster and faster.

I felt the sensations building up. I knew it wouldn't take long.

Stephen pushed his hand up in between my legs as I stroked myself off. The sensations of denim rubbing against my asshole was enough to set me off.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming."

I arched my hips forward and my cock spewed white-hot volleys of cum. One large gob landed on the back of the truck, another on the gravel below.

Stephen and I stood there smiling at each other, our hard cocks still hanging out of our pants. We zipped up our flies and walked back to the gate. It was locked.

Stephen climbed up onto a dumpster that was next to the fence, crawled over the top and dropped to the sidewalk. I followed behind him.

I zipped up my jacket. A chill ran down my spine. The fog had rolled in. We walked back to Folsom Street in silence.