Tuesday, June 30, 2009



Chapter 1

Stefan

Erick was working on the electrical problem but kept a close eye on me as I fucked. “I see what the problem is and with a new plug in its place your problem should be over.” He replaced the plug then walked back over to me.

“You’ve gotta a hot looking ass Stefan. I wouldn’t mind throwing my rod up your tight little buns. Would it distract you if I gave you a nice rimming while you fucked?” Erick said as he pulled off his work belt and dropped behind me, spread my ass and started licking my ass crack.

His beard was rough but added to the sensation while his fast moving tongue probed my ass. When he had me wet, he stood, took out his hard cock, and rubbed it up and down my ass crack.

I stopped fucking Carl, reached behind me and helped Erick ease his hard firm cock into my hole. He wasn’t large like some other dick I’ve taken, but it felt good. I was almost ready to cum but let him fuck me a few hard deep strokes. He was about to cum already, gave me a big hug, held me tightly, and plunged his gushing cock into my asshole. He rubbed my prostate and I shot my load up Carl’s ass at the same time. It was a perfect end to a nice fuck. ......."Stefan did you hear what I said?" Erick said as he was bringing me back to reality from my erotic fantasy of him.

Erick graduated from the University of Florida with a Doctor of Medicine in 2004 and proceeded to West Point to go through the course prescribed for surgeons in the Army. Having completed his studies there, he was duly attached to the military as assistant surgeon. The regiment was stationed in India at the time, and before he could join it, he was sent to Afghanistan. While he was there he was struck on the shoulder by a Taliban sniper's bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian artery. He should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Taliban had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Eddie, his orderly, who threw him across a packhorse and succeeded in bringing him back to the US lines.

After being injured he was released to come back to the US and decided to move to SOBE. He stayed for sometime on a private yacht leading a meaningless existence and spending money more freely than he should. So alarming did the state of his finances become, that he realized that he must either leave Miami and rusticate somewhere in the country, or he must make a complete alteration in style of living. Choosing the latter alternative, he began making up his mind to leave the yacht, and take up living in some less pretentious and less expensive domicile.

On the very day he come to this conclusion, he was standing at a Bar on Lincoln Square, when someone tapped him on the shoulder, and turning round he recognized young Carl who had been a dresser* under him at Florida Hospital. Erick was very happy to see Carl because it had been quite sometime since they had worked together. At this moment in Erick’s life it was also great to see a friendly face. Carl had never been a particular crony of Erick, but at that moment he hailed him with enthusiasm. In the exuberance of Erick’s joy, he asked Carl to lunch at the Deco Blue, and they started off together in a hansom.

*Medical assistant whose duties include bandaging, or “dressing,” wounds.

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“Whatever have you been doing with yourself, Erick?” Carl asked in undisguised wonder, as we rattled through the crowded South Beach sidewalks. “You are as thin as a lath and as brown as a nut.”

Erick gave Carl a short sketch of his adventures, and had hardly concluded it by the time that they reached their destination.

“You poor devil!” Eddie said, commiseratingly, after he had listened to Erick’s misfortunes. “What are you up to now?”

“Looking for some pussy and a place to stay,” Erick answered. “Trying to solve the problem as to whether it is possible to get comfortable rooms at a reasonable price.”

“That’s a strange thing,” remarked my companion; “you are the second man today that has used that expression to me.”

“And who is the first?” Erick asked.

“A hot guy who is working at the chemical laboratory up at the hospital. He was bemoaning himself this morning because he could not get someone to go halves with him in some nice condo which he had found in SOBE which where a bit much for him on his own.”

“If he really wants someone to share the condo and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a partner to being alone.”

Young Carl looked rather strangely at Erick over his wineglass. “ you don’t know Stefan yet,” Carl said; “perhaps you would not care for him as a constant companion.”

“Why, what is there against him?”

“Oh, I didn’t say there was anything against him. He is a little queer in his ideas and thoughts-an enthusiast in some branches of science. As far as I know he is a descent good looking guy.”

“A medical student, I suppose?” Erick said.

To be continued!

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