ORGASM

Gus circled the block and cursed the pedestrians that crossed before him causing him to waste precious lime as they sauntered across the street. He had seen the figures standing against the utility pole, not directly under the street light but halfway between two of them and from what Gus had been able to make out there was no doubt in his mind that he would like to score with the youth. He fought the urge to blow his horn at the hobbling old broads, breath ed deeply as if to resign himself to the fact that the guy’d probably not be there even in the short span of time that it was taking him to swing back around. Even in the shadowy light Gus knew that the guy wouldn’t last long, that there’s have been another cruiser behind him who hadn’t hesitated to stop and strike up the initial small talk The crosswalk was clear and he eased his black Corvette around the corner Turning onto the dark street, his heart all but leaping from his throat, he saw the young man still standing in the same position, his shoulders and one leg cocked, bracing himself against the upright standard. Gus glanced hurriedly into his mirror. His was the only car on the street so he played it cool. Without so much as touching rubber against the curb he came to a silent stop directly opposite the young man. Gus reached across the center console and opened the door It swung back on its hinges, the tiny courtesy lights faintly illuminating the black leather interior.

“Need a lift?” Gus asked huskily. The well built youth shoved his muscular body away from the pole and ambled over to the stopped car He rested both of his hands on the roof above the open door, leaned down and looked inside at the driver “Well?” Gus asked impatiently.

“Sure,” he replied. As he entered the car Gus had ample opportunity to check him out He had not been mistaken in his first impression. The kid was a looker and from the size of the contoured outline beneath his tight fitting pants he was hung like a horse. He dropped down into the bucket seat, buckled his seat belt, then angled his body slightly toward the driver, giving Gus an unobstructed view of his crotch.

“Which way you headin’?” Gus asked He raised his eyes from between the youth’s legs to his face. He liked every inch of what he saw and he felt the excitement beginning to stir in his loins, his balls beginning to tighten up against his seamed flesh.

“Are you kiddin’?” the youth asked. “Shit, man, any way you’re goin’. That’s the way I’m headin’.” He looked around anxiously. “How about gettin’ away from this place?”

Gus dropped the transmission into Drive and wheeled away from the curb. “You new in town?” he asked. The young man stretched his long legs out until they almost touched up against the firewall. “I know I’ve never seen you before,” he added thoughtfully.

“Why? You cruise Horton a Lot?” the youth asked. Gus shook his head and everything fit into place. The guy knew that he. was on the make and by the same token Gus knew that the kid was a hustler. “I didn’t think so,” the boy said, “’cause I’ve been in that spot every night for the last week and man, I’d remember wheels like this!” He touched his hand to the smooth leather and rubbed it appreciatively. “You rich?” he asked bluntly.

“Me?” Gus countered. “Fuck, no! Nobody’s rich these days. Hell. I’ll bet you make more bread on the street than I do working my nuts off all day long.” He moved the car from the surface street up onto the freeway and headed west, “How’d you like to drive out to the beach with me?” he asked “Okay. One place’s as good as another.” He lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke toward the windshield “My name’s Jack,” he said. “It’s not my real name but you didn’t expect that anyway, right?” He looked over and studied Gus’s concentrated attention to the busy highway.

“Certainly not,” Gus replied. “I’m Gus and that is my real name. That’s it then. The beach it’ll be. I’ve got a couple of friends who own a beach house out there. They’re both in Europe on vacation but I’ve got a key. They let me use the place when they’re away. I sorta keep an eye on things for them.”

“Like how far is this place?” Jack asked. “Man, I can’t afford to get too far away from the city. I’ve got a living to make, remember?” For the first time, Gus sensed that the young stud was becoming uneasy about the long trip.

“I’ll give you fifty bucks,” he said. “Don’t shit me, buddy, that’s twice what you d make if you stood on Horton all fuckin’ night! Deal?”

“Deal,” Jack replied. “About this beach house. Booze and food? The whole bit?” Gus nodded his head and grinned He touched his finger to the radio control and it responded instantly. As they headed west the two men listened to the news summary.

“Still no leads as to the identity of the person responsible for the eleventh mutilated body police have discovered in a remote section of Griffith Park,” the announcer intoned. Gus touched the button and the radio went silent. “Used to be a good place to fuck and suck,” he mused. “Now everybody’s scared shitless to even hit the park in the daylight. Some fucker’s sure got a hard on against gays, it seems.”

“What d’ya mean, gays?” Jack asked. “You think that this number eleven was a fag?” The miles were being eaten up by the speeding Corvette. Jack looked curiously at Gus’s profile. “The dude on the radio didn’t say anything about it being a guy’s body they found!” He fell an icy chill race up his spine and gooseflesh popped out all over his arms.

“Don’t get shook,” Gus said. “It’s been in all of the papers and so far the first ten have been guys. Not just gays but most of ‘em have been transients. You know the type. Hustlers. Guys like yourself,” he added.

Forty minutes later, Gus pulled off the freeway and onto an asphalt street that led to the beach area. The street lights were few and far between out here and Jack noticed that they seemed to be heading away from the populated area toward what appeared to be a tract under construction. “Your friends live out here?” he asked uneasily. He felt the car lurch as they dropped off the hard surface and onto the packed sand street. “Man, nobody lives out here! Not yet! This is all under construction!” His flesh crawled again and he was uncomfortable.

Gus killed the headlights and swung the powerful car into a dirt driveway, stopping just inside an unfinished garage. He shut the engine and unbuckled his belt, turning sideways to face the stranger in the passenger seat. “I thought maybe we could get to know each other a little better before going to their place,” he said. His hand reached over across the center console and came to rest between Jack’s legs. He could feel the stud’s cock stiffening as he brushed his palm across the tight denim. “You’re shaking, pal,” he said. “What’s the matter? You scared of me or something?” Gus forced a chuckle. “I get it. You think that I’ve got something, to do with that crap we heard on the news? Forget it!”

The moon had just cleared the eastern horizon and bathed the entire scene with hot orange light. Jack shook his head.

“No,” he replied. “I’m not thinking anything like that!” He looked out the windows at the skeletons of the partially completed houses. “This place is kinda creepy, though. Where the hell’d you ever get the idea to come out here? Fuck, I could have sucked your joint back in the city as well as out here. We could have made it on a side street someplace. Why out here?”

“I work out here,” Gus explained. “Right here in this tract. I’m a roofer. Eight, ten fucking hours a day out here in the hot sun “ He began to unbutton Jack’s fly.

“You were shittin’ me about your friends and the beach house, weren’t you?” he asked. “You just wanted to get me out here, right?”

“Guilty,” Gus replied. “It’s just that I didn’t want to run the risk of anybody catching the two of us together. Like on a side street It’s better out here. It’s cool and we don’t have to sweat the law. You got any idea what it’s like to be out in the hot sun all day long putting roofs on these places? You know what I think about most of the time?” He glanced over and saw Jack shake his head. “Sex. That’s what. I sorta plot it over and over in my mind just how I like it and how this’d be the greatest spot in the world to have it!”

“What about a guard or somebody from the company?” Jack asked. “What if we do get caught?” In spite of his questions, his muscular young body was responding to Gus’s manipulations and he seemed to be as anxious to rid himself of his clothing as Gus was. In a matter of minutes Gus had completely stripped the stallion, his fully erect cock throbbing and slapping hard against his corrugated abdomen. Gus opened his own fly and hauled out his huge jerking tool.

“No sweat,” he whispered. “There’s no guard here. All those signs about Armed Guard on Duty are just a bunch of bull shit. They’re just there to scare people away.”

Jack reached his hand across the console and gripped his full fist around the drivers solid shaft. “You got a whopper, buddy,” he said softly. “I think it’s bigger’n mine!”

“Maybe,” Gus replied. “Like they say. It’s not how big it is, it’s how you use it that really counts!” He pushed his powerfully constructed body across the console and lowered his face until his mouth rested against the head of Jack’s throbbing cock.

“You want it, fella?” Jack asked expectantly. Gus didn’t reply. He opened his mouth and let the ruby knob slip inside, his tongue washing its way around the corona until it found the slit at the top. With the tip of his practiced tongue, Gus teased a drop of sticky lubricant from the cockhead and let it roll around his tastebuds. “That’s good.” Jack mewled.

Gus sucked harder and took several inches of the hard shaft down into his throat. “Jesus,” Jack whispered. “You sure as hell don’t waste any time!” Jack’s fist began to move up and down the length of Gus’s cock but the driver tried to hunch his body out of reach. It was almost as though he didn’t want the young stud to jerk him so after several retreating moves. Jack removed his fist from the surging prick. “Okay,” he said huskily, “if you don’t want it, I won’t do it!”

Gus felt his nose brushing down into the luxuriant growth of pubic hair and it tickled his nostrils. His throat was jam packed with the stiff swollen meat and he reveled not only with the taste of this youth but with the heady aroma that permeated his brain. The young man seemed to ooze sex through every pore! Jack raised his ass up from the leather seat and after sucking momentarily on his middle finger, shoved his right hand down between his cheeks and rammed the probe up inside his asshole. He felt Gus’s hand pulling at his huge nuts as he sucked, bobbing up and down on the thrusting prick.

“Hey, man. I’m gonna come,” he whimpered. “Shit! Slow down!” He was fucking his prick in and out of Gus’s mouth with increasing fury. He reached out with his left hand to try to grab Gus’s cock and jack him off —to share the passions that he was feeling —but the driver pulled back out of his reach.

“Man, I warned you! I told you to slow down!” He grabbed the hair on Gus’s head and pushed him down cruelly. “I’m coming!”

Gus caught the full load from the convulsing nuts and hungrily swallowed the spurts of semen the stud shot into him. Gradually the hustler’s passions ebbed and Gus pulled his mouth away. He fell back into his seat, swallowing and breathing excitedly.

“You come?” Jack asked. Gus shook his head. “What about it man? Don’t you want me to get you off?”

Gus shook his head again. “Later,” he said. He reached down and buttoned just the top button on his Levis, his stiff cock jutting out from the open fly, then opened the car door. “You want to see what I do for a living?” he asked.

“If you want to show me,” Jack replied. “I still think I should take care of that rod you’ve got there!”

Gus slid out of the car and walked to the center of the framed structure. Jack joined him there, his naked body brushing against Gus’s jutting cock. “Up there,” Gus said, raising his eyes toward the roof. Jack looked up. The prick he felt in his gut wasn’t Gus’s cock it was the unmistakable point of a cold, hard steel knife.

“What the fuck?” Jack asked curiously. “What gives, guy?”

“Just don’t make any quick moves, pal.” Gus replied. “Don’t even get the idea that you could take me because you wouldn’t be able to.” He reached to the ground for the coil of rope that he had placed there earlier in the day. “Handy, huh?” he asked. “I told you I did a lot of planning up there on the roof all day.” With a swift movement he dropped the pre-tied noose over Jack’s head and firmed it about the thick neck.

“I don’t get you, man!” Jack exclaimed. “For Christ’s sake! You’re not gonna hang me?” He trembled and felt the sharp point pierce at his skin. Gus chuckled.

“Hell, no!” he replied. “Man, I’m gonna have sex with you! That’s all!” Jack sighed with relief when he realized that he had become involved with a real weirdo, a guy with a fetish about somehow having sex with a guy with a rope around his neck. “Before you go any further,” he said, “what about the fifty?”

“Okay,” Gus replied. He reached in his pocket, counted out four tens and two fives and handed them to the naked stud. He quickly threw the loose end of the rope over the center rafter, then tied it securely to the front bumper of the Corvette. Before he realized exactly what was happening, the hustler was completely in Gus’s power. Through horrified eyes he watched him climb back into the driver’s seat, start the mighty engine and back slowly until the rope was stretched tightly.

Jack stared through the windshield but was slightly relieved when Gus eased the transmission into Neutral. He watched the driver reach behind his seat and bring out a quart bottle of wine. Gus drank thirstily, his eyes never leaving the naked body bathed in the soft moonlight those few feet in front of his car The uncovered roof beams cast dark shadows across the dirt floor and over Jack’s nude body.

Jack watched the man drink and although he couldn’t see exactly what was taking place, he knew from the facial expressions and the shoulder and arm movements that the driver was slowly and salaciously jacking himself off!

“I’d have done it for you!” Jack called out. His mind was reeling from fear and curiosity, having never been involved in such an unusual sexual experience before. The knitted rope was beginning to dig into his flesh and he tried to slip his finger into the noose to loosen it. Gus was jerking faster and faster, his fist gripped firmly as it whipped up and down his surging shaft. “Hey!” Jack cried “This thing’s gettin’ too fuckin’ tight on my neck!”

There was no answer but Jack thought that he heard a muffled sound. “Yeah!” Gus exclaimed. He began making animal sounds and Jack could actually hear his breathing now. He knew that the guy was getting ready to shoot. “I’m gonna come, buddy!” Gus cried “Oh, yeah! I’m gonna come! Jesus’!”

Jack watched the man’s body stiffen, then heard the metallic ’clunk’ as the transmission locked into Reverse. The engine revved slowly and Jack felt himself being lifted up off the ground. On his tiptoes he grabbed for the rope with both hands to ease the tightening. The car moved back a little more and tiny grains of sand dropped from Jack’s feet and fell soundlessly onto the dirt floor.

“I’m coming’” Gus screamed. The head of his cock seemed to explode with excitement as he showered the steering wheel with his juice. “I’m coming!” he repeated and the full impact of his load slammed halfway up against the windshield glass. He stared spellbound at the struggling body before him! Jack’s arms were weakening and they dropped to his side. The naked body was losing life rapidly as it slowly revolved —the kicking feet twenty inches off the ground.

Gus squeezed hard with his fist and sent another wad smashing against the steering column, his sap wetting the leather seat between his legs. Still gripping his spitting cock he slumped back into the bucket and stared at the dying body hanging in front of him.

He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue and swallowed hard, his passion ebbing as the final gushes of cum dribbled from the head of his tortured cock. “Jack,” he whispered, “You’re just about the best I’ve ever had. Better than all the others!” He grinned. “Best sex in the world!”