Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
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Chapter 20

During the second week, we rented a car and drove several places on our own.  We spent a day at the original Disneyland to get a feel for the differences between it and The Magic Kingdom at Disney World, which has Epcot Center next door.   The next day, we drove down to Santa Monica to enjoy the Pacific Ocean and all the muscle men showing off their great builds at Muscle Beach in the Venice section.  Then, since we were that far down the coast, we went on to San Diego for the Navy ships, and their men, who might be in port.  The night we were there, we went to a couple of the bars which were considered “off limits” to the military.  We checked out some guys who were there, and although out of uniform, had the navy/marine haircuts and posture which added to their steaminess.  The next morning, we toured the “world famous” San Diego Zoo, then started back north in the afternoon. 

That night about midnight we went to the Brass Rail.  Of course, it was loaded with hot leather and tight denim muscle.  All the buns were round, firm and fully packed!  With our sleeveless muscle shirts and tight jeans, we fit right in.  We enjoyed being eyed and groped and hit on, so it was a good way to end up the night.  However, the late night was just beginning.  We separated around the room, not worried about safety because Maji’s and my security guards were with us in our rings.  They wouldn’t let us get hurt, if it got too rough.  It seemed like everyone in there practically lived at a gym.  A couple of leather guys were not only shirtless, but had on a T-bar under leather chaps, exposing some truly muscular bubble butts.  The leather pouches were fully extended, just waiting for someone to squeeze them.  A big, beefy ginger hulk sporting a chest full of ginger fur and two large gauge nipple rings swaggered up to me with the obvious line, “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” 

“Could be,” I replied.  “If you were showing more skin at Muscle Beach yesterday.”

“Yeah, I thought so.  But somewhere else, too.”

“I’ve been around a lot — all over the world,” I countered.

“I know I’ve seen you somewhere else.  I couldn’t forget that blond hair and blue eyes.

“You got a name?” I asked.

“Butch.”

“I figured you were butch.”

“You?”

“Hank.”

“You horny, Hank?”

“That’s my first name – Horny Hank.  And I carry a full load right here,” I said as I rubbed my package.

“You bottom?” he asked.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Where I come from, we decide who tops and who bottoms on a wrestling mat.  No holds barred.  Loser submits totally to the winner.  No — questions — asked.”

“I like that,” Butch smiled as he replied.

“Let me know where and when.”  I took a swig of my beer and turned to another guy who was standing by, listening to our conversation. 

Butch didn’t take too kindly to that and grabbed me by the arm, and growled, “Here!! Now!!” 

“I don’t see any mats,” I said, still looking at the other guy.

“Back room, that door.”  He pointed to an open doorway at the back side of the bar.  “Be there in five minutes, or you forfeit, and I fist fuck you raw.”

“Oohh, that’s different.  Hadn’t thought of that option.  I’ll keep it in mind,” I turned my head to him with a salacious grin.

Arman and Jamal let the other guys know what was going on.  They looked at me in shock.  I nodded toward the back room, and we headed in that direction.  Butch and some of his friends were already there.  He took off the chaps and boots, leaving him with the leather T-bar and arm bands as his total covering.  I stripped down to my micro-bikini and took my opening position.

Both hands raised, and arms stretched straight out, I was ready to grab hold of his arms.  He took a similar position.  Instead of circling, he started straight toward me at a fast pace.  I raised my knee as he plowed into it with his groin.  His momentum forced me backward, but his pain in the nuts forced him to his knees.  I regained my balance, moved toward him, giving him a chop to both trapezius muscles with my hands.  I moved around to his back as he started to stand up, and grabbed him in a Full Nelson, interlocking my fingers tightly.  As he stood, he picked me up at the same time, trying to shake me off.  My fingers would not unlock, so he stood there holding me on his back, unable to break the hold.  He fell backward onto the mat, trying to jar the hold loose.  But I managed to roll him over on his face.  When I released the hold, I grabbed his arms to set up a camel clutch. Gripping his face, I pulled his neck back hard.  He refused to submit.  Then I went for the eye-gouge.  He screamed like everything, although I was barely pressing on them.  But he didn’t know what I might do.  I leaned my face over to his ear and said, “No holds barred, and no questions asked.  Submit!”

“I submit!” he screamed! 

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I submit!  Get the fuck off me, shithead!”

“Do you submit to me completely?” I asked, slightly rubbing my thumbs on his eyes.

He hesitated, then hollered, “I submit – completely!  Anything you want – Sir!”

I released the hold and helped him up while smiling.

“Kiss me, you fool!” I ordered him.”

He leaned down for a hot, sloppy kiss.  Then came back for more, letting his tongue get into the action.  I returned the kiss, just as enthusiastic as he was. Our hands rubbed over each other’s body.  When my hands reached his hips, my thumbs reached around the strap to his T-bar and unsnapped it, letting it drop to the mat.  His rock hard eight-inch, thick cock protruded from a mass of ginger, curly bush to an uncut tip.   I reached over and rubbed my thumb over the flesh that had pre-cum dripping from it.  Slowly, I slid the skin back until a huge mushroom shaped head appeared.  I knelt in front of it, licking the pre-cum from it.  Then took the bulbous head in my mouth, working my way to the base.  I wanted to rub my face in that ginger patch surrounding his delicious cock base.  He moaned as I slid all the way home, my nose rubbing side to side in the curly, red short-hairs.  I started humming as my tongue slid sideways also.  “California, here I come, ….”  Then I worked my way back up to the crown.  He grabbed my ears and held them firmly.  ‘OMG,’ I thought, ‘he’s ready to cum.’  His balls tightened, his cock filled out, and I backed off, flicked my finger on the balls, leaving him on the edge. 

“You’re not cumming yet, Red.  I’ve got more plans for you.”  I stood up and motioned for him to also.  He faced me, and I raised my hands for a test of Mercy.  He grasped my hands, while I felt Jamal’s influence on my own strength.  We started the pressure on each other.  I started to sink to the mat and Butch thought he had the upper hand.  Then I felt more strength encompass my legs and arms, giving me the momentum to regain my supremacy.  I stood up, put more pressure on his hands, forcing his knees to bend.  Down he went on them, his face directly in front of my swaying, loaded cock.

“Suck it!” I ordered.  “And suck it deep!”

He took my cock in his mouth, sliding all the way to the base, so my curly short hairs were rubbing his nose.  He rubbed his tongue around the firm tube filling his mouth, making it slimier with his saliva.  I began pumping down his throat and out to his lips, until I felt I was on the edge of ejaculation, when I pulled out completely.

I showed him my fist in his face and asked him, “You know where this goes next?” 

He looked terrified.  “No, I can’t take a fist.  I’ve never had anything that big up there.  I’d need some practice first.  Your cock would be good, but a fist would tear me up.”

“Are you saying you want my cock up your ass, Red?”

“Yes, Sir, please, Sir.  I want your big cock up my ass, please, Sir.  I want you to rough fuck me with your big, hard cock, Sir.”

Every guy in the room was eating this up!  “Yeah, fuck him!”  “Give it to him rough!”  “He needs a load of cum in him!”  “Hey, I’ll fuck his face while you rape his ass!”

That gave me an idea.  “Maj, come over here and pound his face and maybe we’ll meet somewhere in the middle.”

Maji laughed as he came around, pulling his monster erection out of his pants, waving it in front of Butch’s face.  Somebody handed me some lube, and Hassan gave me a condom from his pocket.  I took some gel on a couple of fingers and greased up his tight red closure, forcing one, then two and finally three fingers to open him up properly.  By this time, Big Red was engrossed with Maji’s big, hard, cut cock.  He worked on it like it was the best chew-toy in the world.  Personally, I think it is!

I took aim on my target and said, “Open ….”  Maji and I looked at each other in horror, then I said, “Wide!”  And I plunged full force into the waiting orifice.  He hollered when I reached full penetration, then backed out slowly.  I started back in, gradually, but steadily pushing my way in.  Again, reaching my full length, I held it there for a minute.  When his ass muscles began tightening and releasing in rhythm, I went into the pumping phase.  I could tell each time I passed over his hot spot because he made a gurgling sound I can’t exactly describe — unless it was like gargling some liquid in your throat.  While leaning on his buttocks, I reached around his waist to stroke his thick hard schlong with one hand.  The other hand went to his nipple, which I pinched hard, then twisted and pulled by his nipple ring, increasingly getting rougher and rougher.  Shortly, I switched hands and after a few minutes, I tortured both nipples.   Several minutes later, I looked at Maji, who had an expression on his face like he couldn’t hold out much longer.  Red was pumping my cock with his ass faster, and I was about ready to shoot also.  I let go of his nips after one last, brutal yank on the rings to increase the pressure of my pounding.

Maji blasted off first, filling his mouth faster than he could hold it.  Then Red shot his load all over the mat, and that was when I came inside his ass until the condom was leaking around my groin.  Red/Butch collapsed on the mat in all his profusion of cum, totally exhausted.  There was cheering and clapping and hooting and hollering from the crowd around us.  Most of them had their cocks out, either being sucked on or they were pumping themselves.  Cum was spurting everywhere, on everyone.

Butch rolled over to stretch out on his back, and he had a huge grin on his face.  Maji and I leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss which he returned with some of Maji’s ejaculate passed back to us.  We helped him sit up, and he looked at me intently, and said, “Now I know where I’ve seen you.  You’re that blond guy on television, the one who’s got an uncle or cousin or somebody who was a government official.”

Looking in his eyes, I answered that with, “Not even close!”  Maji and I cleaned up some with towels we were handed, dressed and went into the bar for a final beer.  Hassan and Dildar had them ready for us.  Several of the men wanted to chat, then when we finished our beers, I tossed a C-note on the counter for the bartender, shaking hands and thanking him for a great time, then left.

* * * * *

On our last full day in Southern California, we did something very touristy –  since the previous week we toured many of the openly gay celebs homes, this time we took the StarLine tour of celebrity homes through Hollywood, Bel Air, Beverly Hills – all the glam areas of Los Angeles.

By the end of that day, we were all worn out.  I wanted to have dinner some place where we might see some celebs, so our concierge got us a reservation at Morton’s Steak House for 7:15 p.m.  We deliberately arrived about ten minutes early.  While waiting we saw several stars come through.  I pointed out Julia Roberts as she and some friends walked by us.  Tom Cruise had a couple of friends with him.  Then it was time for us to be seated, not in a secluded area but where everybody else had to walk by us. 

A few minutes after the waiter had taken our order and brought our drinks, Connie Chung and Maury Povich came in.  I had met Connie early in my career and we locked eyes as she walked by.  She stopped, and we chatted briefly before they went to their table.

When I looked at the guys again, they were grinning from ear to ear. “Happy?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah!”  “You better believe it!”  “Wow!”  The comments all ran together.

We had gotten our salads when Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston walked by.  They looked at us, smiled and said “hello” then went on.  Hassan and Dildar sat there with their jaws in their salads.  Maji looked at them and said, “Shut you mouths!”

Which they did. 

Rob Lowe was with two ladies and another man.  He smiled and nodded toward me and kept walking.

While waiting for our steaks to arrive, Anderson Cooper and another man were escorting Anderson’s mother, Gloria Vanderbilt.  Anderson recognized me and stopped to chat a bit, then went on to their table.

Several others looked like they might have recognized me and gave me a smiling nod and they walked by:  Tom Cruise, Julia Roberts, Heather Locklear and her husband.  Oh, I’m name dropping, sorry about that.  But it is nice to be recognized by real celebrities, especially in front of your friends. 

Maji and I were full by the time we finished our entrée, but the young guys, having hollow space in all three of their lower appendages were ready for dessert.  The waiter’s suggestion was too tempting to resist – Key Lime Pie.  The others had never eaten any and I can never refuse it.  So, Key Lime Pie it was for all of us.  And well worth being stuffed to the gills.

On the flight back to D.C., I was thinking that the SoCal trip was a total success!  I enjoyed it as much as the other guys did. 

It’ll be wonderful to sleep in my own bed tonight.

To be continued... 

Posted: 11/23/18