The Author
 by: Hankster

© 2008 by the author

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The author was lying naked in bed. He had been tossing and turning for two hours, unable to fall asleep.  The house was deadly silent.  There were no sounds at all.  The evening was cool and the air conditioning system was not active.  He couldn’t even hear the refrigerator turning on and off.

He was a loner.  Making friends was not easy for him.  He never knew what to say.  He was definitely a social misfit.  He was young, clean and fairly good looking.  His body was lean and bore no extra pounds.  He could never seem to endear himself to anyone he met.  If he desired sex, he paid for it.  He’d go to one of the several strip joints in town and proposition one of the young male dancers.  For the right price they were up for anything, and I do mean ‘up.’

He filled his days in total devotion to his job as an editor at a daily newspaper.  His evenings were filled writing erotic gay stories.  His characters substituted for the friends he didn’t have.

He was trying so hard but he just couldn’t fall asleep.  Indeed he was wide awake.  He had tossed away his covers some time ago and now lay on his back, spread eagle on top of the now crumpled bed sheet.  He thought of one of his boys, who had just spent the night with him yesterday, and his hand wandered down to his crotch.  He began to stroke his cock which was getting harder by the second.  Then he heard a noise and stopped his stroking.  His cock went instantly limp.  What was that noise?

He listened intently and discerned what seemed to be a clacking sound.  What was it?  He still couldn’t identify the faintly heard noise.  Where was it coming from?  He was frightened but he got out of the bed and slowly approached his bedroom door.  The sound was louder now and he was sure it was coming from his home office up the hall.

He crept stealthily toward his office.  As he did the sound got louder, and suddenly he knew what it was.  Somebody was using his computer and typing away at a very rapid speed.

The office door was open.  He approached from the side and looked in as cautiously as he could.  His heart was beating wildly, and he was scared to death.  What he saw next totally frightened him and at the same time excited him.

It was unbelievable.  How could this be?  Sitting at the keyboard and typing away furiously, was a beautiful naked young man.  The author could not tell how tall he was, but this much was for sure.  He was slender, and totally hairless.  Standing over him was an equally handsome, muscular, naked young man.  He was darker than the typist, but just as hairless.  He had a very erect cock which kept poking the typist in the back.  The author could only stand and stare as his own cock grew larger and larger.

“Well, don’t just stand there, come in,” the darker one said.”

Stunned, the author managed to stammer.  “Do I know you?”

“Of course you do silly.  I’m Mark Taylor, and this good looking guy is Larry Baker.”  Larry kept right on typing.  He never moved from the chair.

The author said, “Stop the BS.  Mark and Larry are life partners and they’re characters in my latest story.  You must have read the first few chapters, and this is nothing but a home invasion.  I’m calling the police.”  He started to reach for the phone, but Mark grabbed his arm and stopped him.  Actually, instead of being more frightened, the author relaxed a little.  He thought to himself that this stunning man was flesh and blood, and not an apparition.

Mark said.  “If the police come we’ll go back into the computer, and they won’t see us.  You’ll end up in a mental ward.”

“What’s happening here?  What the fuck do you want from me?”  The author pleaded.

Larry stopped typing.  He stood up and displayed an erection at least an inch bigger than Mark’s.  “We don’t like the direction your story is taking so we decided to write it for you.’

The author snickered.  “That’s rich,” he explained.  “My characters always  take over.  Sometimes I type out a whole chapter, and don’t know what I’ve written until I re-read the entire text.  What’s you’re complaint about the story, pretty boy?”

Larry and Mark started to laugh.  Larry ordered the author to look at them.  “Aren’t we hot, young and virile?” he asked. 

“Of course you are.  I created you to be that way,” the author sounded insulted.  “I still don’t see what you are complaining about.  What’s wrong with your story, I mean, my story?”

“What’s wrong?  What’s wrong?” Mark repeated himself.  “I’ll tell you what’s wrong.  It’s supposed to be about hot, young sex, but your prose is too artsy fartsy and there’s practically no sex between us.  Do you know how frustrated we are getting?  When are you going to write some hot sex scenes for us?  The answer is never,” Mark answered his own question.

“So, I decided to write the stuff for you,” Larry piped in as he stood up.  “Sit down here at the computer and read what I have written.”

The author did as he was requested.  As he read, his boner got stiffer, not only for what he was reading, but because Mark and Larry were sucking each other’s cocks on the floor behind his chair, and he kept stealing peeks.

When he finished reading, he said, “This sure is hot material, but I could never write this stuff, because I have never experienced it.  Perhaps if I could have sex like this, I could then write about it.”

“You never had sex like this, never?” Larry asked.  “You poor man.  Let’s help him get some experience  Mark.”  The two naked men stood up the equally naked author.  Each took an arm, and led him back to his bed.  The author took the spread eagle position he was in when he heard the clacking keyboard.  Larry crawled in on his right side, and Mark crawled in on his left side.  They looked at each other and smiled.  Larry started to explore the right side of the author’s body with his tongue, and Mark explored the left side.  They went from head to foot trying not to miss one square inch. 

After a while, Larry got on his knees between the author’s legs.  Mark raised the author’s feet, and  placed them on Larry’s shoulders.  Larry pounced on the author’s yearning love hole.  He licked all around the crack and eventually placed the tip of his tongue at the opening of the author’s gyrating ass hole.

“Fuck me.  Fuck me hard,” the author yelled, but Larry took his time.  He penetrated the author’s abyss of love with his tongue, while Mark bent down and started to lick his cock and balls, using his tongue as if it was a feather duster.  The author was now moaning and twitching.  He was at his breaking point of ecstasy.

“When he could bear it no longer he begged Larry to fuck him, and fuck him Larry did.  Larry drove in hard with no lubrication.  The author screamed in pain and pleasure.  When Larry was in to the hilt, he just held still for the author to get used to him.  During this moment Mark got up behind his partner and placed his cock head on the edge of Larry’s crack.  He rubbed it up and down for a bit until Larry yelled, “Fuck me too, my love.”  Then Mark drove home.

As Larry and Mark began their steady love motions, the author grabbed his cock and started stroking it hard.  It occurred to him he was back where he started except that now he had two handsome studs to help achieve life’s greatest pleasure.

“I’m cumming,” Mark yelled, screaming so loud you could hear him in China.

“Me too,” Larry shouted, and they shot off together.  Marks spunk filled the author’s ass hole.  He could feel some of it leaking out.  Larry filled his partner way up high and to Mark’s ultra satisfaction.

Finally the author came.  His eyes were closed while he writhed, gyrated and screamed in pleasure.  He got his sperm all over his abdomen and chest and even a little on his chin. He wiped the cum off his body with his forefinger, and took it in his mouth, swallowing as much as he could.

His eyes were still closed in some sort of blissful existence as he felt Mark slip from his body.  His hand was still wet with his cum and he rubbed what remained all over himself.  Without realizing or wishing it, he fell asleep.

It was nearly morning when he awoke.  Usually his dreams evaporated within seconds of his waking up, but last night’s dream remained vivid in his memory. 

“Wow,” he thought.  That was one hell of a masturbation fantasy.  I don’t want to forget that one.”  He lay in bed for a while blissfully recalling the fantastic orgasm he had had last night.  It was the best ever.  Finally he crept out of bed, and did his morning things.  You know, he went to the bathroom where he shit, shaved and showered.  He wondered when he shit why his rectum was a little sore.

He dressed, made himself breakfast, and went off to work.  His coworkers seemed so much friendlier this morning.  He wondered why. He could not see the smile on his face which was attracting people to him.  He was happy and he made the people around him happy.  Joe Williams even asked him to have lunch with him.  Joe was an out gay man and very attractive.  The author accepted readily, hoping more would come of this.  On the way back to the newspaper, Joe asked, “How about dinner this Saturday?”

“Sure.” The author managed to mutter.

When he got home, the author was walking on air.  He was too excited and happy to make dinner.  He was home a short while when he got a call from Joe instructing where and when to meet him Saturday evening.

The author was euphoric.  He found himself heading to his computer to finish the story he had been writing about Larry and Mark.  The computer was turned on but was “asleep.”  That was strange because he always turned it off.  He dragged the mouse on the mouse pad and the computer came to life.  The screen bore the story he was writing.  He began to read the words on the screen. There was a description in vivid language of the threesome he, Larry and Mark had had last night.  The only difference was that the events were described for two people, Larry and Mark.

He had never written those words.

The End

Posted: 06/13/08