The Zone (Fiction) Chapter 4

I was nervous.  I wouldn’t exactly say I was scared, but I was definitely very, very nervous.  Here I was, sitting on a bed, in my underwear, in a bizarre bedroom that looked like it was designed for a cheap porn shoot.  What made it worse is that I could see exactly how I looked.  In the mirrors plastering the walls I saw a scared kid that at one time used to be confident, even cocky, but now was barely holding on to what little self-respect he had left.  I kept running my fingers through my hair nervously, taking deep breaths, and trying to sort it all out. 

I was by myself for about 10 minutes when the door opened.  I was startled, but relaxed when I saw that it was Arturo.  He came in with his drink still in hand, ignoring me and walked over to the only table in the room.  I didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer under the table and pulled out a small hand mirror and set it on the table.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.  He carefully opened the packet and I could see what at first looked like white powder.  I thought it was cocaine which I had seen a couple of times before at parties, but when he scattered some of the contents onto the mirror I could see that it was not a powder but more like tiny, clear pebbles, or crystals. He poured a few of these crystals on the mirror, refolded the paper, and put it back in his pocket.  He then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife.  He flipped open one of the blades and then proceeded to carefully chop the crystals.  There was a look of concentration on his face as he chopped away, then scooped the now more finer particles into a pile, chopped again with his knife, then repeated the process over and over.  His eyes never left the mirror and it was clear he had done this many times.

After a couple of minutes leaning over the mirror and going through this repetitive process he finally stood up, carefully licked the edges of the blade, and then folded the it and put the pocket knife back in his pants.  He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a small, clear straw but as I looked closer I saw that it was a plastic ballpoint pen that had the insides removed.  He then leaned over the desk where he had just formed 6 lines of the unknown powder on the mirror.  Taking the hollowed out pen he then proceeded to put one end to his nose, leaned all the way over the table, placed a finger over his left nostril, and then starting at one end of the lines began to inhale, moving the straw as he did.  The line of powder disappeared as the plastic tube approached, as if picked up by a vacuum hose, and disappeared into his right nostril.  He stood up, leaned his head back, and quickly pinched and tugged on his nose several times with his left thumb and forefinger as he continued to inhale.

With his other hand still holding the plastic tube he held it out to me acknowledging my presence for the first time since he entered the room and asked, “Want some?”

Beginnings

“Bend over the desk.”

It was the request I heard a couple of weekends ago on Sunday the 22nd.  I had been on my knees sucking the cock of a fuck buddy of mine for less than minute.  He had walked in my unlocked condo only a couple of minutes earlier.  His cock had since gotten hard and as I pulled my mouth off I made a concerted effort to leave some spit on his cock.  This fuck bud was a ‘spit’ guy for the most part and although I always kept a bottle of lube easily accessible on my nightstand he, and many others, often ignored it.

I hadn’t been sucking his cock long but my knees still cramped slightly as I slowly stood up.  I walked the few feet over to my desk, bent over, and placed my hands on the oak top.  I was already nude except for a jock strap having taken off my clothes before he had arrived.  His demands were he always wanted me nude except for the jock strap, waiting in the bedroom, with the door unlocked.  He would text when he was a minute out and I would get ready. 

As I got into the position with my legs spread he was still in his clothes, with just his now hard cock sticking straight out.

My Fuck Buddies - The Top From The Middle East

When not traveling each of us is obviously restrained by the location of our homestead.  I admit my juices get flowing and my mind gets more sexually intoxicated when I am traveling.  However, at the end of the day each of needs those 'ole reliable fuck buddies' to keep things interesting in the interim.  It takes time but hopefully if you are lucky and you do a little ground work you can find guys who not only want a hole to fuck but they also are looking for someone who is reliable where they know that they can make a phone call or text and in the next couple of hours they will be dumping a load.  I have a few regular fuck buddies and why each of them in their own way make my life oh so enjoyable when I'm in my home base.

The Muslim - when it comes to finding a good fuck buddy it's always nice to find that surprise guy who you would never in your wildest dreams think would be wanting to fuck and drop a load on a moment's notice.  I met this guy several years ago.  I won't get into too much of his background, but I do find it exciting knowing that this guy lives in a world so unlike mine, yet still has the same basic desires just to get naked, fuck, and cum just like any other guy.   He's tall, thirty something, very dark complected, and a nice tool hanging between his legs.

The Zone (Fiction) Chapter 2&3

I originally wrote two additional chapters on Nifty, but I have combined 

them into one post on here.  

Chapter Two

It was a Sunday afternoon and my mother and I were returning home after a
shopping trip to the mall.  It had been a good day for the most part.  My
mother did not get a chance to spend much time with me lately as I was often
running about with my friends.  She enjoyed getting caught up on what was
happening in my life.  I had also had a pretty good day as the car was now
packed full of the new clothes that I would be taking with me when I headed
for college in a few weeks.   It was a good trade off.  My mother got to
hear about what movies I saw with my friends and I got clean underwear.

"So, you never did tell me about that fight you got into last week.  Who was
it with?" my mother asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Nobody you know," I answered, quickly trying to think of a way to change
the conversation.  My mother had noticed the red marks of my face the
weekend before.  I had lied and told her I had a fight with a friend.  At
the time she knew that I wasn't in the mood to talk about it, but evidently
she had not forgotten and now wanted an explanation.

"Well, I don't like it," she said.  "I didn't bring you up to get into
fights.  It's not like you."

"Mom, I really don't want to talk about it," I replied, not thinking of
anything that might get her off the subject.

After a pause, "I realize you're a young man now and I can't expect you to
tell me everything, but I've been worried.  You haven't been yourself this
past week.  You've been up in your room every night.  You normally come down
and spend some time with your dad and I, but you haven't all week."  She
wasn't going to let this one drop.

"Mom, really, everything is fine.  I just had a little problem last week but
now everything is OK.  Trust me, everything is fine."

"It's a girl, isn't it?"

The Zone (Fiction)

I've only written fiction twice.  I've had a couple of people ask me if I wrote any other stories and the answer is yes, but only a couple and they were many years ago.  When I originally wrote this back in 2003.  I posted it on Nifty and received a lot of good feedback.  I don't think there were blogs back then so I put it on Nifty.  I strongly encourage folks to support Nifty as it has been a great site for readers and writers like myself who enjoy dabbling with erotic writing as a hobby.  What's great about nifty is there is no judging.  Anyone can write a story and submit it to Nifty for anyone to read.  It was only after reading many, many stores on Nifty that I even thought about writing one myself, and this story was the result.  The name of the story, The Zone, is explained in the story and although this story is made up, fiction, the aspect of being in The Zone is quite real and sexually I find myself being in The Zone very, very often.  I wrote two more chapters, but sadly I did not finish it as it was a point in my life where I was too busy with work and life in general.  I hope people like it and I'm hoping I'll get the creative juice to finish it off.

Florida Motel Cump Dump - Part Three

When I first started hooking up with guys I was literally stuck cruising parks, bookstores, and bathhouses - the big three.   If you wanted to find a quick hook up these places were literally the only places where you stood a chance of getting a quick fuck.  I was never into the bar scene except for when I was in college and the few years after where I loved going to the dance clubs.  However I rarely hooked up with guys from the bars, but instead just had fun socializing with friends, dancing, and having a genuinely good old fashion good time.  I'd say goodbye to my friends at last call and head home...or so they thought.  Instead I'd go in search of trouble, and more often then not I'd be wandering around in moonlit bushes, cruising dark hallways in the backrooms of book stores, and generally searching for other guys like me where I knew I would find them.  I wouldn't go home until my hole had been fucked, and fucked over as many times if possible.

Over the years I've waned off of parks and cruisy spots, and I currently don't live anywhere near a bathhouse.  However thanks to some really smart guys (and gals) coming up with amazing technology there are newer, and easier, ways for guys like me to hook up with other pigs.  The Internet has definitely been the biggest change, but the most recent and one that I am still getting somewhat used to are the mobile apps.

I usually play at my place, or when I'm traveling I connect out of my hotel.  I rarely will connect with guys at their place.  Call me lazy, but so far I've found that many guys have no problem wanting to come to my place.  I know many guys need a place to play so I don't feel guilty about them coming to me.  But lately, within the past year as far as I can tell, the new mobile sex apps have started to pop up everywhere.  I'm sure most guys know what these are, but if not they are programs that you can download on your smart phone that have the capability for you to log onto your favorite hookup site while you are out getting groceries, washing the car, stopping off at the gym... you get the picture.  I'm not an expert at these things but they definitely have opened up a universe of men who otherwise may not have been able to fuck around, or needed to fuck around on a tight schedule.

Most of the connect sites now have a way where you can tell if someone is sending you a message from their phone - usually a little icon of a phone next to their message, go figure.  When I see these I usually reach out to them with a little more interest knowing that there is a good chance they are looking and probably need to have a place to play.  I've even received messages from guys who were just driving around looking for guys nearby and searching via the new GPS location software on their phones. 

Another of the fucks that I got in Ft. Lauderdale was a guy just like this.  As he described in his message he was on his lunch break, which actually was early evening as he worked the evening shift apparently.  He already knew exactly where I was due to my profile description and he was texting me while driving around.  He only had a few minutes and after a quick couple of exchanges he said he was on his way.