EasyRory
JUB Addict
This is a sequel and you might want to read "Alameda" first.
Eric's Story
Part One
My partner just looked at me and rolled his eyes when the call came. Another emergency at the Tiki. A possible heart attack or appendicitis was the best clue the dispatcher could give us. “Your turn to deal with bodily excretions,” Luke said as we suited up.
All EMT's start out with the best of humanitarian motives but even the pyramids have been eroded with time. Like desert winds, the Tiki Apartments had a way of grinding you down. The woman who faked a fall in order to get a jump start for her dead battery only to find out the car was out of gas was annoying. If she hadn't slipped Luke a twenty, I think he would have reported her. Then there was the guy who was part of a threesome and lost consciousness inhaling a condom right off somebody's dick. Drunks falling down stairs and drug overdoses were hardly worth notice.
So Luke was tight-jawed at the call, but not me. I kind of admire the persistence of people who live at the corner of desperation and survival; I've hung out in that neighborhood a time of two. The drive was brief; basically out the hospital drive and around the corner. We took a collapsible gurney up to the apartment and knocked. A young guy, nicely dressed, apparently sane, but nervous, answered and directed us to his bedroom. There, lying on a mattress was a naked black guy holding his huge and wildly bent dick. We loaded him onto the gurney and Luke asked “What the hell happened?”
The other guy described their attempt at sex and the collapse of the bed. It sounded as it the footboard folded upward and slapped the guy smartly somehow on both his knees and balls. Then the larger and heavier headboard folded downward smashing into his cock which was being held erect by the other guy.
We were maneuvering the gurney out the door and along the open air hallway toward the stair. Luke, who gets a perverse kick out of the truly bizarre, began chuckling at the story. We folded the gurney's legs and began carrying it down the stairs. The other guy continued his story and paused after saying, “Then there was this … this loud popping sound. I never knew dicks could make noises.” Luke laughed out loud and dropped his end of the gurney. At first that wasn't too bad because the guy was strapped in. If only the guy had lain still. Instead, completely wild-eyed, he rose up and unbalanced the gurney. It was wrenched out of our hands and flipped. The gurney bounced rolling down the rest of the stairs with the passenger screaming, “Fuckers! EEEAAAHHH!” There was further involvement of his rigid penis with the stair treads on the way down.
Luke was convulsed with laughter, but despite that recovered his end at the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't help myself and surrendered to laughing as well. We wheeled the gurney and the loudly groaning patient to the ambulance. I was ashamed of myself for paying more attention to how good looking the other guy was. He was amazingly composed while all this was going on. Luke rode with the patient and I drove back to Alameda General.
There was a lot of paperwork associated with the additional injuries our patient incurred and we had barely completed the narrative when another call came. The nurse wished us good luck and we headed back to the Tiki.
“You again?” It was the same cute guy looking over another disaster. The victim was kneeling almost rolled into a ball with a bathrobe covering most of his ass but not his dangling balls. There was a dent in the drywall near his head. Luke was talking to the victim, but I couldn't take my eyes of the other guy. Cute but a jinx, it seemed. “You wiped out both roommates in one night?” I asked. He was flustered and I smiled at his embarrassment.
We loaded the victim onto the gurney, strapped him to it very securely, and applied a neck brace. I went first and we very carefully carried him to the ambulance. “Wait,” I told Luke. “I left my phone in the apartment.
I went back to the apartment, got my phone, and asked the guy if I could return to complete my report. It wasn't strictly necessary, but there was something compelling about him and I wanted to know more.
We got victim two into the ER where he saw his roommate packed in ice. “As soon as they check your neck, you can probably see him,” I advised and then wrapped up my shift. Luke saw me getting the report narrative forms together and commented, “You're going after that guy, huh?” He sounded disappointed. “Well, good luck. I hope he doesn't kill you.”
Luke still had a bit of a thing for me. He claimed he was straight, but I knew better. I met him when I first started working at Alameda General and he went out of his way to break in the new guy. First, let me say he was professional on the job and taught me everything my first responder school didn't. Second, let me say he couldn't keep his hands off me. It started as pats on the shoulder and punches on the arm and then the touches became more lingering and affectionate. I didn't encourage him, but I didn't stop him either, although I should have. Luke also taught me that sex with your coworkers isn't the best idea, although it seems to happen often enough. I guess everybody has to learn his own lesson.
I started out knowing nothing useful. I grew up a rich kid in Moraga and got smart as a poor kid in Alameda. My transition from rich to poor was sudden and quick. In the space of a couple months I flunked out of UCSC, my father died bankrupt, and my mother remarried. My stepfather restored the health of Mom's credit rating but didn't want to support some 19-year-old who only reminded him of his fading youth.
I ended up in a group house in the north end of Alameda near the old Navy Base. My old high school buddy from Moraga was a drug dealer; another guy whose name regularly changed would only say he did “a little of this and a little of that”; and Laurie was a waitress for the lunch business at Chevy's and a whore at night. In her case, waiting table paid better. She was cute – actually very cute - but a terrible business woman; she gave out too many free samples. Other people came and went without notice. I got to know some of the Alameda police by name as the other two guys in the house were persons of interest in half the cases of crime on the island. Eventually the police concluded I was an idiot for living in the house but otherwise harmless.
I worked at odd jobs, helping Laurie at catered functions, “delivering” cars to new owners, even yard work. I didn't know anything and wasn't qualified to do much other than look good in clothes; and I had the best wardrobe of any poor kid in town. So one night after finishing a busboy job for a medical group, I donned a sport coat and Laurie and I joined the party, thinking it would be a free dinner at least. That was where I met Luke. He sold me on taking a first responder course and joining the Alameda General ER staff – it was a step up from most of my other jobs.
So my life was looking up until one night when Luke and I both dog-tired got off work near midnight. I faced a forty minute walk home; so Luke offered to let me crash at his place on Shoreline Drive. I was happy with the sofa and couldn't wait to sleep. Luke turned the lights out and went into his bedroom. I stripped to boxers and wrapped myself in a blanket. Luke came out of his bedroom and went into the kitchen. “I need a glass of water. You want anything?” he asked.
“No, I'm good.”
He came into the living room and looked out the window across the bay to San Francisco. “Did you notice? It's a great view. I can see where I lived when I was a kid.”
“Yeah? Where was that?”
“Silver Terrace, behind Hunter's Point. It used to be a nicer neighborhood. Come here, you can see it.”
I walked over to the window and Luke pointed. A cold gust of wind blew in off the bay and we both shivered. Luke put his arms around me and I didn't object. He slowly knelt in front of me and slid my boxers down. I knew what was coming; but, except for a couple of furtive hand jobs, I had never done anything like this. Luke gave me the first and one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. He immediately took my cock into his mouth and went to town and then, when he was sure I wasn't going to bolt. he backed off and worked me over more thoroughly. His hands and mouth were all over my cock and balls, kissing, licking, sucking, stroking. I was hard and groaning as he took me closer and closer to coming. “Luke, wait ...” He didn't wait; I came in his mouth and he took it all.
“I'm sorry, Eric. I don't know what came over me. I've never done that before.” He was awfully good for someone with no experience.
“That's ok. I liked it.” I didn't offer to reciprocate and he went to his bedroom.
I slept soundly and woke up with him sucking me again. I came quickly and he sat on the sofa next to me without saying anything. I noticed his erection sticking out of his boxers and stroked him to a climax. I don't think I was very good but he seemed to enjoy it and it sure didn't take long.
“Wow, that was fast. What a mess.” I stated the obvious. He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the neck. He put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me, breathing heavily. He seemed to be completely satisfied with me and the morning; but I was antsy, feeling slightly disgusted watching the slow oozing of his cum down the side of his stomach toward me. Just before it dripped onto me I pushed away.
“Well, that was some start to the day. Laurie needs me to help her at lunchtime. Thanks for the night, Luke. ” I got up and started dressing. Luke just lay back on the sofa, naked and pleased, watching me. He had a decent body, although his dick wouldn't set any records.
“The night was my pleasure and thank you for more pleasure this morning.” Luke looked at me as if he had never seen me before. I smiled at him and left.
The walk north gave me plenty of time for thinking things over. I had to admit a blowjob from Luke was more exciting that a fuck with Laurie. Hmm. But it was just sex in both cases, no emotional involvement. It was gay sex, for sure; but I had always had a feeling that guys were a possibility for me. Later psychologist told me that my ho-hum reaction was typical. He theorized that the rich and the poor don't agonize a whole lot over these things; it's the middle class that turns every little qualm into mental torture.” I had been both rich and poor, so I was doubly qualified to dismiss my actions with a “What the hell.”
Things were a little dicey at work. At first Luke expected that we were going to be lovers, but after I turned down a couple of invitations to spend another night he cooled off and things went back to normal with us. Well, almost normal. He looked at me longingly sometimes and I didn't like the possibility of hurting him; so instinctively I chose the wrong action. About a week after our first night, I asked him if he wanted to grab a bite after work. He accepted and then I accepted when he invited me to his place.
We got to the sliding-the-boxers-down part and then after sucking me into hardness he stopped. “I kinda want to … um, Eric … um, would you fuck me?”
“My dick in your ass? Yeah, I guess so; but I've never done it.”
“Well, you're plenty big enough. How difficult can it be? You want to try?”
“Well, ok. How do you want to do it?”
“I've heard that rear entry is the easiest for ...virgin seem like such a stupid word.”
So he lay face down on his bed and I greased myself up. We probably should have used a condom, but we didn't. I poked at his hole but it seemed too tight to ever allow fucking. “Luke I don't think this is going to work.”
“Don't give up yet.” He knelt, presenting his ass to me. His cheeks spread and I could see his asshole, glistening from the cream. “Try it this way.”
I knelt behind him and we matched up pretty well. I bent my dick down a little and leaned into him. He let out a long moan as I pushed against him. He hadn't opened up to let me in, but he seemed to be enjoying what was happening and the pulsing pressure of my cock against his hole. Then gradually, I was able to squeeze the head of my cock into him; with repetition that became easier and easier. He was relaxing, yielding, and opening. Then I pushed too hard.
“Aaah! Wait! Wait! No, don't pull out. Just wait.” I froze in place while Luke stopped gasping.
“Did I hurt you?” I didn't want him going to his own ER.
“Yes, but don't quit. Just wait til I get used to you.” After a pause, he pushed slightly back against me and my cock slid in more. I added more cream and the motion became easier. His grunts and gasps turned more to pleasure and soon he was sliding back as far as he could go. I was buried in him.
“This feels good, Luke. How are you doing?”
“Better. The pain is gone and I'm starting to like it a little.”
We continued fucking slowly, learning more as we went.
“This feels great, Luke. You're so soft and warm and tight. I'm going to cum soon if we keep this up.”
“Do it, Eric. Fuck me.” I stepped up the pace a little and once more he sighed, “Fuck me, baby.”
I felt overwhelming pleasure as I came in him. I tried to be as gentle as possible, but it seemed as if Luke wouldn't have minded a harder fuck. When it was over I quickly pulled out and he groaned again. “Oh, don't pull out yet!” But it was too late, I was out and rapidly getting limp.
He rolled over and clung to me. I thought I could hear the tiniest whisper “I love you,” but I decided I had to be wrong about that. I stroked his cock and like the last time he came almost instantly. I felt so good this time I didn't care where his cum went. I even considered eating it, but didn't.
We slept and woke together in the morning. The window showed solid fog outside. It was even hard to see the street and the cars drove with their lights on. We walked up Park to Ole's for waffles feeling very alone in the misty morning. Laurie had tried to work at Ole's because she liked the food but it was a family kind of place and the tips weren't as good as what you get from guys who have had a pitcher of Margaritas. It was fine for breakfast, though, especially on a weekday.
After breakfast we went back to Luke's and fucked again. I loved fucking him.
Eric's Story
Part One
My partner just looked at me and rolled his eyes when the call came. Another emergency at the Tiki. A possible heart attack or appendicitis was the best clue the dispatcher could give us. “Your turn to deal with bodily excretions,” Luke said as we suited up.
All EMT's start out with the best of humanitarian motives but even the pyramids have been eroded with time. Like desert winds, the Tiki Apartments had a way of grinding you down. The woman who faked a fall in order to get a jump start for her dead battery only to find out the car was out of gas was annoying. If she hadn't slipped Luke a twenty, I think he would have reported her. Then there was the guy who was part of a threesome and lost consciousness inhaling a condom right off somebody's dick. Drunks falling down stairs and drug overdoses were hardly worth notice.
So Luke was tight-jawed at the call, but not me. I kind of admire the persistence of people who live at the corner of desperation and survival; I've hung out in that neighborhood a time of two. The drive was brief; basically out the hospital drive and around the corner. We took a collapsible gurney up to the apartment and knocked. A young guy, nicely dressed, apparently sane, but nervous, answered and directed us to his bedroom. There, lying on a mattress was a naked black guy holding his huge and wildly bent dick. We loaded him onto the gurney and Luke asked “What the hell happened?”
The other guy described their attempt at sex and the collapse of the bed. It sounded as it the footboard folded upward and slapped the guy smartly somehow on both his knees and balls. Then the larger and heavier headboard folded downward smashing into his cock which was being held erect by the other guy.
We were maneuvering the gurney out the door and along the open air hallway toward the stair. Luke, who gets a perverse kick out of the truly bizarre, began chuckling at the story. We folded the gurney's legs and began carrying it down the stairs. The other guy continued his story and paused after saying, “Then there was this … this loud popping sound. I never knew dicks could make noises.” Luke laughed out loud and dropped his end of the gurney. At first that wasn't too bad because the guy was strapped in. If only the guy had lain still. Instead, completely wild-eyed, he rose up and unbalanced the gurney. It was wrenched out of our hands and flipped. The gurney bounced rolling down the rest of the stairs with the passenger screaming, “Fuckers! EEEAAAHHH!” There was further involvement of his rigid penis with the stair treads on the way down.
Luke was convulsed with laughter, but despite that recovered his end at the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't help myself and surrendered to laughing as well. We wheeled the gurney and the loudly groaning patient to the ambulance. I was ashamed of myself for paying more attention to how good looking the other guy was. He was amazingly composed while all this was going on. Luke rode with the patient and I drove back to Alameda General.
There was a lot of paperwork associated with the additional injuries our patient incurred and we had barely completed the narrative when another call came. The nurse wished us good luck and we headed back to the Tiki.
“You again?” It was the same cute guy looking over another disaster. The victim was kneeling almost rolled into a ball with a bathrobe covering most of his ass but not his dangling balls. There was a dent in the drywall near his head. Luke was talking to the victim, but I couldn't take my eyes of the other guy. Cute but a jinx, it seemed. “You wiped out both roommates in one night?” I asked. He was flustered and I smiled at his embarrassment.
We loaded the victim onto the gurney, strapped him to it very securely, and applied a neck brace. I went first and we very carefully carried him to the ambulance. “Wait,” I told Luke. “I left my phone in the apartment.
I went back to the apartment, got my phone, and asked the guy if I could return to complete my report. It wasn't strictly necessary, but there was something compelling about him and I wanted to know more.
We got victim two into the ER where he saw his roommate packed in ice. “As soon as they check your neck, you can probably see him,” I advised and then wrapped up my shift. Luke saw me getting the report narrative forms together and commented, “You're going after that guy, huh?” He sounded disappointed. “Well, good luck. I hope he doesn't kill you.”
Luke still had a bit of a thing for me. He claimed he was straight, but I knew better. I met him when I first started working at Alameda General and he went out of his way to break in the new guy. First, let me say he was professional on the job and taught me everything my first responder school didn't. Second, let me say he couldn't keep his hands off me. It started as pats on the shoulder and punches on the arm and then the touches became more lingering and affectionate. I didn't encourage him, but I didn't stop him either, although I should have. Luke also taught me that sex with your coworkers isn't the best idea, although it seems to happen often enough. I guess everybody has to learn his own lesson.
I started out knowing nothing useful. I grew up a rich kid in Moraga and got smart as a poor kid in Alameda. My transition from rich to poor was sudden and quick. In the space of a couple months I flunked out of UCSC, my father died bankrupt, and my mother remarried. My stepfather restored the health of Mom's credit rating but didn't want to support some 19-year-old who only reminded him of his fading youth.
I ended up in a group house in the north end of Alameda near the old Navy Base. My old high school buddy from Moraga was a drug dealer; another guy whose name regularly changed would only say he did “a little of this and a little of that”; and Laurie was a waitress for the lunch business at Chevy's and a whore at night. In her case, waiting table paid better. She was cute – actually very cute - but a terrible business woman; she gave out too many free samples. Other people came and went without notice. I got to know some of the Alameda police by name as the other two guys in the house were persons of interest in half the cases of crime on the island. Eventually the police concluded I was an idiot for living in the house but otherwise harmless.
I worked at odd jobs, helping Laurie at catered functions, “delivering” cars to new owners, even yard work. I didn't know anything and wasn't qualified to do much other than look good in clothes; and I had the best wardrobe of any poor kid in town. So one night after finishing a busboy job for a medical group, I donned a sport coat and Laurie and I joined the party, thinking it would be a free dinner at least. That was where I met Luke. He sold me on taking a first responder course and joining the Alameda General ER staff – it was a step up from most of my other jobs.
So my life was looking up until one night when Luke and I both dog-tired got off work near midnight. I faced a forty minute walk home; so Luke offered to let me crash at his place on Shoreline Drive. I was happy with the sofa and couldn't wait to sleep. Luke turned the lights out and went into his bedroom. I stripped to boxers and wrapped myself in a blanket. Luke came out of his bedroom and went into the kitchen. “I need a glass of water. You want anything?” he asked.
“No, I'm good.”
He came into the living room and looked out the window across the bay to San Francisco. “Did you notice? It's a great view. I can see where I lived when I was a kid.”
“Yeah? Where was that?”
“Silver Terrace, behind Hunter's Point. It used to be a nicer neighborhood. Come here, you can see it.”
I walked over to the window and Luke pointed. A cold gust of wind blew in off the bay and we both shivered. Luke put his arms around me and I didn't object. He slowly knelt in front of me and slid my boxers down. I knew what was coming; but, except for a couple of furtive hand jobs, I had never done anything like this. Luke gave me the first and one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. He immediately took my cock into his mouth and went to town and then, when he was sure I wasn't going to bolt. he backed off and worked me over more thoroughly. His hands and mouth were all over my cock and balls, kissing, licking, sucking, stroking. I was hard and groaning as he took me closer and closer to coming. “Luke, wait ...” He didn't wait; I came in his mouth and he took it all.
“I'm sorry, Eric. I don't know what came over me. I've never done that before.” He was awfully good for someone with no experience.
“That's ok. I liked it.” I didn't offer to reciprocate and he went to his bedroom.
I slept soundly and woke up with him sucking me again. I came quickly and he sat on the sofa next to me without saying anything. I noticed his erection sticking out of his boxers and stroked him to a climax. I don't think I was very good but he seemed to enjoy it and it sure didn't take long.
“Wow, that was fast. What a mess.” I stated the obvious. He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the neck. He put his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me, breathing heavily. He seemed to be completely satisfied with me and the morning; but I was antsy, feeling slightly disgusted watching the slow oozing of his cum down the side of his stomach toward me. Just before it dripped onto me I pushed away.
“Well, that was some start to the day. Laurie needs me to help her at lunchtime. Thanks for the night, Luke. ” I got up and started dressing. Luke just lay back on the sofa, naked and pleased, watching me. He had a decent body, although his dick wouldn't set any records.
“The night was my pleasure and thank you for more pleasure this morning.” Luke looked at me as if he had never seen me before. I smiled at him and left.
The walk north gave me plenty of time for thinking things over. I had to admit a blowjob from Luke was more exciting that a fuck with Laurie. Hmm. But it was just sex in both cases, no emotional involvement. It was gay sex, for sure; but I had always had a feeling that guys were a possibility for me. Later psychologist told me that my ho-hum reaction was typical. He theorized that the rich and the poor don't agonize a whole lot over these things; it's the middle class that turns every little qualm into mental torture.” I had been both rich and poor, so I was doubly qualified to dismiss my actions with a “What the hell.”
Things were a little dicey at work. At first Luke expected that we were going to be lovers, but after I turned down a couple of invitations to spend another night he cooled off and things went back to normal with us. Well, almost normal. He looked at me longingly sometimes and I didn't like the possibility of hurting him; so instinctively I chose the wrong action. About a week after our first night, I asked him if he wanted to grab a bite after work. He accepted and then I accepted when he invited me to his place.
We got to the sliding-the-boxers-down part and then after sucking me into hardness he stopped. “I kinda want to … um, Eric … um, would you fuck me?”
“My dick in your ass? Yeah, I guess so; but I've never done it.”
“Well, you're plenty big enough. How difficult can it be? You want to try?”
“Well, ok. How do you want to do it?”
“I've heard that rear entry is the easiest for ...virgin seem like such a stupid word.”
So he lay face down on his bed and I greased myself up. We probably should have used a condom, but we didn't. I poked at his hole but it seemed too tight to ever allow fucking. “Luke I don't think this is going to work.”
“Don't give up yet.” He knelt, presenting his ass to me. His cheeks spread and I could see his asshole, glistening from the cream. “Try it this way.”
I knelt behind him and we matched up pretty well. I bent my dick down a little and leaned into him. He let out a long moan as I pushed against him. He hadn't opened up to let me in, but he seemed to be enjoying what was happening and the pulsing pressure of my cock against his hole. Then gradually, I was able to squeeze the head of my cock into him; with repetition that became easier and easier. He was relaxing, yielding, and opening. Then I pushed too hard.
“Aaah! Wait! Wait! No, don't pull out. Just wait.” I froze in place while Luke stopped gasping.
“Did I hurt you?” I didn't want him going to his own ER.
“Yes, but don't quit. Just wait til I get used to you.” After a pause, he pushed slightly back against me and my cock slid in more. I added more cream and the motion became easier. His grunts and gasps turned more to pleasure and soon he was sliding back as far as he could go. I was buried in him.
“This feels good, Luke. How are you doing?”
“Better. The pain is gone and I'm starting to like it a little.”
We continued fucking slowly, learning more as we went.
“This feels great, Luke. You're so soft and warm and tight. I'm going to cum soon if we keep this up.”
“Do it, Eric. Fuck me.” I stepped up the pace a little and once more he sighed, “Fuck me, baby.”
I felt overwhelming pleasure as I came in him. I tried to be as gentle as possible, but it seemed as if Luke wouldn't have minded a harder fuck. When it was over I quickly pulled out and he groaned again. “Oh, don't pull out yet!” But it was too late, I was out and rapidly getting limp.
He rolled over and clung to me. I thought I could hear the tiniest whisper “I love you,” but I decided I had to be wrong about that. I stroked his cock and like the last time he came almost instantly. I felt so good this time I didn't care where his cum went. I even considered eating it, but didn't.
We slept and woke together in the morning. The window showed solid fog outside. It was even hard to see the street and the cars drove with their lights on. We walked up Park to Ole's for waffles feeling very alone in the misty morning. Laurie had tried to work at Ole's because she liked the food but it was a family kind of place and the tips weren't as good as what you get from guys who have had a pitcher of Margaritas. It was fine for breakfast, though, especially on a weekday.
After breakfast we went back to Luke's and fucked again. I loved fucking him.
