Hunter - The guy from Uncle Charlie's

I came of age in the early 1980s, and by 1989, I was 23 and living my best gay life in Miami, Florida. I had moved from a miserable little town in West Virginia the summer before college classes started, telling my parents it was the easiest way for me to get a job that I could continue to do while going to class. It was mostly true, except that it was also the easiest way to get out of Dodge.

I had saved every penny from every birthday party and odd job I had taken since realizing I was gay and living in an incredibly backward town and needed to get out if I wanted to survive. It was easy for me to get a job and an apartment just outside of campus. I also found every gay bar and fun queer hangout the city had to offer.

I spent most of college sucking dick and getting fucked safely. While I hadn’t told my parents I was gay, there was no way I was going to let them find out because did got caught up in the moment and caught the fuck flu or something. It was a great time to be young and sexy, as long as you wore protection, even with everything going on in the world and the lack of response from the Reagan administration, it seemed that condoms were no longer just something the heteros would have to deal with for sexual health. It didn’t bother me. I had used them since the first time I had sex, and even before that…just to try them out. I did get the odd request to go without from both tops and bottoms, usually guys in their thirties, but I would always smile and insist on using one. Usually, that was all it took, since most guys understood that I wasn’t going to continue without, and not to brag, but they really wanted to have sex with me.

While I didn’t inherit my dad’s bigoted attitude or alcoholism, I did inherit his better genes, which I’m pretty sure are the reason my mom got pregnant with me. At 6’1" and weighing a solid 155 lbs of lean muscle, with a sharp jaw line, light brown wavy hair, greyish-blue eyes, and what some would call an award-winning smile, I had no trouble getting the guys I wanted to get. While I mostly was the guy giving when it came to sex, by the time I was out of college I had realized as much as I loved being in a tight ass, taking one in mine for a sexy guy was what made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Well…that and a fresh bottle of Amyl.

As the summer of ‘89 came to an end and we stopped getting a fresh batch of tourist dick coming through, I started reaching out to my regulars again to get some. I don’t want to sound too slutty, I didn’t exactly have a roledex of guys waiting by the phone for me to call. I did have a little black phone book with a few dozen names and numbers written in, along with a note of where they lived. Some were only around while classes were in, some only around for the summers for work, so half the numbers were out of service anyway.

I had a long week of work at my new desk job, where I had to dress and act straight for eight hours a day, and I needed to get out and get laid. I had two options: go clubbing and try out someone new, or call someone from my little black book. Trying someone new was always hit or miss, nothing like dancing your ass off and getting all hot and bothered to then get three minutes of pleasure from a guy that can’t control his wad. So I pulled out the little black book and started flipping through the names and the notes:

Cody: too far, nice dick

Taylor: small, furry, funny, cums to quick

Austin: near Uncle Charlie's, 6” U, great body

Emilio: tight hole, short, fit

As I kept scanning, I remembered Austin was only two blocks from Uncle Charlie's and how convenient that was at last call. I was pretty drunk the night we hooked up, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to handle a dick that big. I do remember how patient he was, and how good he fucked me. Unfortunately, I put his info in the book a little more than a year ago, so there was a good chance he didn’t remember me, or the number could be disconnected. I decided to call anyway.

“Hello?” a gravelly masculine voice answered.

“Hi, is Austin there?” I asked, sounding like I was making a business call.

“This is Austin?” he said in his best telephone voice.

“Oh, hey,” I relaxed a bit. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Hunter. We met at Uncle Charlie's…” I decided not to say how long ago; he either remembered me or he didn’t.

“Umm…Hunter, yeah, wow, it’s been a while,” his voice sounded like he was fishing for a sliver of a memory of who I am.

I couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to play it off: “I’m doing well. I was thinking about heading over to Uncle Charlie's again tonight. Was wondering if I’d see you there?”

“Oh, umm, damn,” his voice changed and he muffled the receiver on his phone, mumbling something to someone. “I’ve been thinking about going there, it’s been a while,” his voice was almost a whisper now.

“Okay, well, I’ll be there around ten o’clock if you want to grab a drink or something,” I couldn’t help but sound hopeful.

“Yeah, that works. I’ll see you there,” he said quickly and hung up immediately after.

I decided not to let the weirdness of the phone call bother me. Maybe he just struggled to remember me, or maybe he didn’t enjoy the sex with me as much as I did with him. There were a million reasons he could’ve been so aloof, but the worst-case scenario is that he doesn’t show up, and I can meet a different guy at the club.

I showered and called a few friends to let them know where I was going to be tonight. Then I pocketed a condom, some cash, my ID, and was in a cab by 9 pm.

Managing to get through traffic and across town to Uncle Charlie's in no time. I got myself a drink and took a lap around the bar to see if anyone I knew was already there. To my disappointment, none were. I downed my drink and danced to a few songs before heading back to the bar.

There was no sign of Austin anywhere, and it was well after 10:00 at this point. I ordered my third drink, and this older guy offered to pay for it. I shrugged and let him.

“You’re a cutie,” he said.

He looked older, but just on the cusp of my personal cut-off. He was also pretty handsome, with that Tom Selleck look that I enjoyed in an older guy.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” I flashed him a smile as my drink arrived.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he said, clinking glasses with me.

“I haven’t been here in a while. I was expecting to meet someone, but he doesn’t seem to be here yet,” I sipped my drink.

He chuckled, “He’d have to be a fool to stand you up. " He winked at me and patted my arm, not so subtly feeling my bicep.

I grinned, “Well, thank you; that’s sweet,” I said, and let him continue to feel me up as I pretended he wasn’t.

We chatted through another two drinks, and I found out his name is Henry, he was originally from Nebraska, moved here in the early ‘70s, and he works in construction. He’s also pretty handsy. He kept finding excuses to touch me, and eventually just let his hand linger once it landed on my hip, pulling me closer to whisper something into my ear and then letting his hand drop down to my ass.

I was feeling a hair beyond tipsy, and this guy knew all the right buttons to push. Combine that with how horny I am, I was about to suggest we get out of here when I heard a voice call my name from behind me.

“Hunter?”

I turned, “Hey, Austin. Long time no see.” I flung my arms around him for a hug, which he reciprocated.

“Is this your friend?” Henry asked.

“Oh, sorry, Henry, this is Austin, Austin, this is Henry,” I introduced them.

They shook hands as I finished my drink.

“Want to go dance?” Austin asked, looking sexier than he did a year ago when we first met.

“Yes,” I turned to Henry, “Do you mind?”

He just shrugged and smiled, gesturing for me to go ahead.

I let Austin drag me out to the middle of the small dance floor with the crowd, and we started grinding on each other, feeling each other's bodies, feeling his bulge brush into my bulge, reminding me why I went home with him that first time.

After a few songs, he pulled me out to the edge of the crowd, “I need a pick-me-up,” he chuckled, holding my hand tight as he dragged me to the men’s room where we each did a quick bump of the coke he had in his pocket. That rush gave me new life and we went back to the dancefloor for another two songs, him grinding on me from behind, my arm up over his neck rubbing the back of his head as he proceeded to suck on my neck and nibble my ear. His hands wrapped around my waist, one went up my shirt to feel my abs but then promptly slid back down and into the front of my pants, down into my briefs and started to massage my cock. I let out a moan in his direction, reaching my left hand around between us to play with his growing bulge in his pants.

“Fuck, you want to get outta here?” He growled in my ear, pulling his hand from my pants.

I turned to kiss him quickly, nodding ‘yes’ as he pulled me out of the bar without getting a chance to say goodbye to Henry.

As soon as we were outside, he stopped holding my hand and took me straight to his apartment two blocks away. We rushed inside as quickly as possible.

The inside was different from what I remembered. Cleaner, had a more feminine touch, that’s when it hit me, and he pinned me against the wall with a kiss. I let him suck my toungue and grind into me for a minute before breaking the kiss, “do you have a girlfriend?”

He grinned, “I’m married,” then he kissed my neck some more, “is that a problem?”

I was horny, high, drunk, confused, but it wasn’t my business how he conducted his business. I shook my head ‘no’ and let him drag me back to the bedroom. Pulling my clothes off as we went, pushing me onto the bed so he could pull my pants and underwear off quickly, and then he started to work on his clothes. “What’s the rush?” I asked.

“My wife is out with her sister, she’ll likely be home around 2:00,” he said as he dropped his pants and his 6” uncut dick sprang to full mast.

“Oh,” I said, as he grabbed my legs, flipping me onto my stomach. He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a condom, strapping it on, he added a few spats of saliva, and was quickly trying to push that thing into my tight hole.

“Ah, fuck, gentle,” I groaned as the head popped into my very tight hole.

“Sorry,” he said, still pushing into me, a bit less forceful but certainly feeling rushed, which was a huge turnoff for me.

Once all eight inches were buried in my ass he groaned, “Mmm, yeah, so good,” he gave me only a second to adjust before he started to hump my ass, kissing my neck as he held my shoulders tight, his prickly chest hair rubbing against my back. He was fucking me hard, it felt so impersonal I wasn’t enjoying it at all. I should’ve told him to pull out, but I just let him keep going, clenching my ass at just the right time to make sure he got the most pleasure possible.

“Feels so good, I’m going to cum,” he huffed out of breath, “want me to pull out?”

“Yeah,” I groaned through gritted teeth.

He gave me a few more thrusts then pulled out, jerking his dick inside the squishy condom as he grunted and shot his load into the latex.

I rolled onto my back and watched as he grabbed some tissues to pull the condom off and dispose of it in the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. He came walking back out with a grin. “No evidence,” he was proud of himself. Leaning over to pull his underwear from the pants he was wearing, slipping them on quickly over his soft dick. “I don’t want to kick you out, but I don’t want to chance my wife getting back before you’re gone…you know?”

I sat up quickly, “Oh, right, yeah, of course.” I promptly went into the bathroom to give myself a hooker rinse off with his bath towel and then dressed quickly. As I ran out of his building, I looked around to make sure I wasn’t caught. I don’t know why I cared; it wasn’t my problem.

I started walking toward the bars, hoping to find a cab home; otherwise, I’d have to walk, and I did not want to walk for miles in this heat, at this time of night. As I walked past Uncle Charlie’s again, I thought about going back in even though I just got fucked. Does it count even though it didn’t last long enough for me even to get used to the size of his dick? I’m not even feeling sore. When a good-looking guy came out, I asked him if I could bum a smoke. I’m not a big smoker, but I do enjoy a cigarette when I need to clear my head.

Just as I flicked my cigarette butt into the street, I heard the bar's door open, the music spilling onto the street. I turned to look, and walking out with a drunk guy hanging on him was Henry. He noticed me and smiled, whispering something into his friend's ear before walking over to me.

“Hey,” he smiled, lighting a cigarette of his own.

“Hey, yourself,” I smiled.

He held out his cigarette pack, offering me one. I shook my head no. He took a long drag off his and then asked, “I thought you left with your friend?” I picked up on his Nebraska twang now that we were this far out of the music.

“Yeah, well, that wasn’t the situation I was hoping for. Turns out he’s married now,” I shrugged.

He grinned, blowing smoke out, “I was married once,” he nodded his head in understanding.

I shook my head, “Not anymore?”

He sucked on the cigarette, looked at me, and then at his friend waiting for him. “Nah, I have more fun things to do now.”

“Speaking of, your friend looks like he’s getting impatient,” I said, nodding in his direction.

“Him? Yeah, he and I are old friends. He’s coming back to my place for…well, to keep the party going,” he chuckled. “Want to come with us?”

“I don’t know that I should,” I said, not really interested in a threesome. Then I looked around to realize there wasn’t a single cab. I bit my lower lip. “Whereabouts are you going?”

He grinned, “I’m in North Miami, I can drop you if you’re heading that way.” He dropped his cigarette and stepped on it.

I agreed and got in the convertible he had parked nearby, with him and his friend Anton.

After some casual conversation, Anton was a talker. He talked me into coming back to Henry’s place. From the sounds of things, it sounds like Henry knows how to party, and after that awful quickie with Austin, I wouldn’t mind killing a few brain cells with Henry and Anton.

That’s exactly what we did, too.

Henry has a beautiful condo in a new high-rise with a balcony. He has a well-stocked bar cart in his sunken living room. No shortage of party favors either. A fancy box on his glass coffee table had some stuff I recognized, like weed, poppers, coke, but there was other stuff I didn’t recognize, like the pills and something that looked like raw sugar. We started with some lines of coke.

I sat back on the sofa, enjoying the rush when Anton started feeling me up. I’m not usually into guys as effeminate as he is, but he has a cute face and I still needed to get off, so I did the gentlemanly thing and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my cock and balls over the waistband of my briefs and let my 6” cut dick flop out for him to suck.

Anton has some skills. He was able to deep throat my cock with no problem. I just leaned back and enjoyed the effort he was putting in. “Fuck that feels good,” I moaned, putting one of my hands on the back of his head.

Henry came back in from the hall, where I assume the bedroom is. He was only wearing a pair of blue briefs with purple piping around the edges and waistband. His bulge was pretty impressive. He poured himself some scotch, then did another line of coke on the table. After he let that sink in, he handed me the bottle of poppers from the little box of fun on the table, and I immediately took a hit to enhance the pleasure of Anton’s work.

Henry sat next to me and Anton immediately dropped my dick from his throat and pulled down Henry’s briefs, his 7” cut, thick cock flopped out at half mast. Anton took to work on it, seemingly knowing exactly how Henry likes it. Henry took the poppers from me and took a hit, then handed them to me, and I took another. That’s when he kissed me for the first time. It was sloppy and wet, but there was a heat coming off him, a need to get his tongue as far into my mouth as he could, and I was in the mood to let him.

After a few minutes, Henry pulled Anton off his dick and pushed his head back towards my dick. Letting me get some attention as Henry kissed and sucked on my neck. He pulled Anton’s hand onto his dick and then reached into his box of goodies, packing a small glass pipe with something and lighting it up. The smell was terrible, but when he offered me the second drag, I didn’t hesitate.

“Holy shit,” I coughed, feeling it hit me like the poppers but about a thousand times harder. I giggled and let Anton pull my jeans and underwear off completely. Henry smoked a little more and offered me some more. The high I was getting was so intense, there was no way I was going to say no to a second hit. This time, I took a deep hit and held it in like I would when smoking weed, blowing it out when I couldn’t hold it anymore. “Oh fuck,” I coughed some more and chuckled.

Henry passed it to Anton, who pulled off my dick and smoked it with no problem.

I slowly sank down onto the couch, putting my right leg up, bent at the knee, and leaning it against the back of the couch. My other leg dangled over the edge. I just enjoyed this amazing euphoric feeling as I listened to Anton and Henry pass the pipe back and forth. Henry started rubbing my left leg, up my thigh, “You ok?”

“Mmm, yeah, that stuff’s intense. I felt him rubbing my thigh higher towards my groin. It felt good when he shifted his weight, putting his knees between mine, and started rubbing my body from my thighs up to my nipples and back down. I ran my fingers through my hair and moaned when I felt his mouth engulf my dick. “Mmm, that feels good,” I spread my legs wider for him, placing my right leg on the back of his couch so he had more room to pleasure me.

Anton ran his hand up my arm, getting my attention. “Your turn,” he said, passing me the pipe. He lit the fire under it and I sat up on my elbows to take another hit as Henry pulled off my cock to watch.

“That’s it,” Henry groaned, stroking his dick which was now coated in lube.

I blew the smoke out and passed it back to Anton who was leaning against the coffee table, stroking his dick. I lay flat on my back, running my fingers through my hair, enjoying the feeling washing over me. I felt Henry scoot up between my legs some more, I didn’t look at him, assuming he was about to start sucking my dick some more, but my eyes popped open when I felt a lubed finger tracing my crack and circling my hole. “Mmm, what’s that?”

“Lube,” he said in a chuckle.

I laughed, “I mean, what’s that for?” I opened my eyes to see him on his knees between my legs, stroking his dick with his right hand, his left tucked below my balls, playing with my hole. A well-lubed finger pushed into my hole, and I groaned. I guess I’m a little more sore than I thought I was. “Ahh, fuck, I’m tight,” I hissed.

I felt Anton place the poppers in my hand. The world was very hazy; my heart beat fast, but I felt so good. I did what I usually do when someone puts a little brown bottle in my hand: I shook it and took a hit. The rush compounded with what I’ve been smoking, and I felt my hole open up for Henry to slip a second finger into my hole and start massaging my prostate. Like a horny slut I rocked my hips up to get more of that feeling and I started stroking my dick.

He pulled his fingers out of me, grabbing a throw pillow and propping it under my ass. I knew what was coming next as he grabbed the tube of lube and squirt more onto his hand. I took another hit of poppers before I realized he was lubing his dick and not my ass. He leaned forward, letting his thick cock head wiggle between my ass cheeks, up and down my crack until it settled on my hole.

I groaned, “Do you have a condom?”

He grabbed his dick and aimed it directly at my hole, “No, I don’t usually wear them, it feels better without.” He started adding pressure to my hole.

I pulled my leg off the back of the couch, put the heel of my foot on his shoulder and started pushing him back with a huff, “I don’t get fucked without one.”

His left hand came up my leg, massaging my calf, then pressed my thigh at the knee and my leverage gave way, my foot slipping over his shoulder as his body leaned over mine and his dick sank a few inches into me.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I groaned at the burn of being penetrated so quickly almost outweighed the intense high I was feeling. “Wait, nghg, fuck, you need to put on a condom,” I insisted.

He spread his knees, scooting them around my hips as he pulled my thighs, gently impaling me with the rest of his inches. “Mmmm, Don’t worry, I don’t have anything,” he rocked his hips again, “Mmm, fuck, Hunter, doesn’t this feel so good like this?” He slowly rocked his hips again, this time I felt his cock head deep in my guts as his pubes brushed against my balls.

“Mmm, yeah, but…but…” I couldn’t think; it all felt so good. “Mmmmngh,” I moaned, feeling his fat head slide over my prostate. “We can’t, I can’t,” I groaned on the back stroke.

“Just let him fuck you, you’ll pull out before you cum, right Hnery?” Anton said, putting the pipe to my lips.

I inhaled.

“If you want me to,” Henry said, thrusting into me and bottoming out, forcing the smoke out of my lungs.

“Ungh, fuck, you promise you’ll pull out?” I asked, squeezing his thighs with my hands as I felt his cock rub my prostate again, pushing deeper than any dick I’ve taken in a long time.

“Sure, if you want,” he started thrusting into me faster and deeper.

I started stroking my dick. The feeling of his bare cock slididng in and out of my ass was so good, I was moaning and rocking my hips to meet his thrusts, quickly getting myself close to cumming. I didn’t want to cum too quickly though, this was not going to be a regular thing and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Just rocking my hips on his thighs as his cock burried itself deep inside me. Up and down, up and down. The pleasure was getting to be too intense, and I was getting close. That feeling of my orgasm was already starting deep inside me where his cock was pounding my insides and it felt so good I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

Anton stood up, stroking his dick and kissed Henry. Henry didn’t skip a beat as he kept thrusting into my ass, the kiss turning him on even more because I could feel his cock get harder as soon as they started. Anton didn’t stop stroking, he just went harder on his dick. Something about the scene was so hot, I bit my lower lip and opened my ass for more of Henry’s cock as I pounded on my dick. “Fuck, I’m close,” I warned Henry.

Henry broke the kiss with Anton and started hammering into my ass, “Me too,” he said. His thrusts were getting shallower, his precum obviously lubricating my hole because he moved so smoothly with each thrust, it felt so good.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, feeling my ass clamp on his dick. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, feeling his bare cock slide over my prostate one more time like silk and I felt my muscles tighten, “Ungh,” I groaned as my balls spasmed and cum shot out of my dick onto my chest. Henry shoved in hard, pegging my prostate as the second spurt of cum shot from my cock. My body shook with pleasure, “MMmm, fuck,” I groaned feeling Henry’s cock get thicker inside me.

“OH fuck,” he groaned and I felt him shove into me and kis cock spasmed inside me. I felt a warmth inside me that wasn’t there before as he led my hips tight and his cock twitched a few more times. “Mmmn, fuck,” he stopped twitching.

My eyes went wide as my orgasm subsided and I realized, after all these years of safe sex, all the speaches I gave my friends about being safe, I had just taken a strangers load in my ass for the first time. I groaned, “Shit,” but I was too weak to push him off of me. Suddenly I felt a squirt of hot cum hit my neck, and my eyes fixed on Anton who was rocketing his next squirt of cum onto my chest and my arm. “Shit,” I groaned from the hot spluge that didn’t seem to end for several more spurts.

Anton put his cum covered hand up to Henry’s mouth and he licked the cum off. Then Anton walked out of the room, and we heard the shower come on.

My eyes strained to focus on Henry’s, but they did just as he started to pull his dick out of me. “Did you cum in me?” I asked, that sliver of hope that he would say no, dangling on my words.

He grinned, “Yeah, you didn’t tell me to pull out.”

“Fuck, shit,” I groaned, getting off the couch as quick as possible, and burst into the bathroom that was steaming up as Anton showered. I wiped my ass with toilet paper, it was soaked with cum, but thankfully no blood.

Henry came in and started washing his dick in the sink, “Don’t worry, I haven’t caught it. I don’t think I can even catch it since I don’t let guys fuck me,” he said with a sense of pride.

I continued wiping my ass, “I don’t think that’s true,” I said, uncertain.

He smiled at me, “Well, I don’t have it and neither do you, so just relax.”

Anton came out of the shower, his dick swinging as he grabbed a towel. “Don’t worry, Henry cums in me every time we fuck and I haven’t caught it.” He spanked my ass. “You want the shower?”

I nodded and got in, turning the water to almost boiling.

When I came out of the shower, Anton and Henry had gone to the bedroom. It was almost 5:00 am, so there was no way I was going home. I pulled my briefs out of my tangled jeans on the floor, pulling them on over my well fucked ass. I tossed the sex pillow on the floor, grabbing one without lube and cum on it. Then passed out on the couch.