Excerpt Day: Young Cruisers by William Maltese

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Young Cruisers by William Maltese
Release Date: 04/2009
Publisher: Wildside Press
Publisher Link: http://www.wildsidebooks.com/Young-Cruisers-by-William-Maltese-40trade-pb41_p_2043.html

Amazon: Young Cruisers

Blurb: Have you ever watched young guys cruising—posing, flirting, watching, and waiting.... They may be young, but they sure know how to pull. In this new collection of first-time adventures, parkland encounters, sleazy confessions, and explicit cruising stories by William Maltese, you find out only too clearly what these randy youngsters get up to when the need for a man drives them out on the hunt!

Excerpt:

Tuesday, July 6, 11:59 p.m.:
The youth’s trousers bulged his crotch, the thickness of his cock well-evident where it crawled almost obscenely along his left thigh. He took a firmer stance against the tree, spread his legs and assumed an even more provocative pose. He wore a T-shirt, the cloth of which stretched tightly across his well-muscled chest, his nipples pressed visibly through the white cotton. His well-tanned arms, swollen by nicely sculptured biceps and triceps, stretched short sleeves almost to ripping. He smiled invitingly. His teeth were white, even in the darkness. His eyes, their color indistinguishable in the shadows, were partially shielded by the abundance of his lush blond hair.

Sam, as young or even younger, clearly as blond as the muscled youth, but not nearly as well-muscled, walked by him and gave no invitation he wanted to be followed. Sam didn’t even return the muscled blond’s smile.

Like a firefly, the hot tip of a cigarette blazed its small coal in the distance. It smoldered brighter as the thin Negro drew its invisible smoke into his lungs. Sam tried to circumvent the Negro, but the black moved to intercept.

“Could you tell me the time?” the black asked. He was middle-aged, his features soft, delicate, almost feminine.

Sam smiled at the complete unoriginality of the question. But then, what else could one ask: Want to fuck? Want to suck? Those were more to the point, but were the exceptions, except when dealing with the hustlers who frequented the other end of the park.

“It’s just after midnight,” Sam said. His smile faded. He didn’t want the Negro to think Sam gave any encouragement. Even under ordinary circumstances, Sam preferred his tricks butch and with white meat.

“I guess it’s way past park closing,” the Negro made one more attempt.

“Yes,” Sam verified and moved into the shadows.

The Negro, left uncertain, stood for an instant and tried to decide whether Sam’s smile had offered invitation. He decided it hadn’t, and he turned to hopefully greener pastures in the opposite direction.

Two boys talked on the steps of the park gazebo. Suspiciously, they eyed Sam headed their way. Sam detoured to the left of them and disappeared into shrubbery. On the gazebo, one youth pulled his swollen cock from his open fly. The other youth dropped to his knees, lowered his head, and swallowed the offered turgid shaft of steel-hard meat.

The number of people cruising thinned as Sam approached the most densely wooded segment of the park. This particular area, a popular meeting place for homosexuals during the day, pretty much emptied by twilight. In that, there was no man-made lighting to dilute its eerie darkness. Only the moon occasionally managed to piss a few streamers of yellow through interlocking leaves and branches.

No bodies leaned against trees, no legs spread wide, no thick pricks hand-pressed to larger outlines beneath trouser flies. No cigarette tips flared to greater brightness by sucking mouths. No young men talked or made love among the brush. No requests were made for the time of night, for a smoke, or for directions.

The hand came from behind, clamped tightly over Sam’s mouth and nose. Another hand and arm reached around Sam’s mid-section, pulled the young man’s body back into a solid mass of manly, naked muscle. The arm about Sam’s belly took his breath away. The hand over his nose and mouth prevented him from getting air. For an instant, Sam thought he would suffocate.

Sam was thrown to the ground. His whole body reverberated from the fall. A man’s hunky body fell on top of him. Sam failed in all attempts to push the man off. The man’s darkness-blurred face, part of the dimly smothering mass, came close to Sam’s face and pushed firm lips roughly against Sam’s lips. The man’s thick tongue pushed far down Sam’s throat.

Sam felt the strength of all the man’s naked muscle devoted to the task of keeping Sam pinned tightly to the ground.

Sam tried to cry out, but his assailant’s lips kept pressed against Sam’s own. Each noise Sam uttered became lost within the other’s steamy, humid mouth.

The man’s hard and naked lower body clamped its legs to the outside of Sam’s legs. Naked man-cock pressed against Sam’s hard cock, man-prick and youth-prick separated only by the cloth of Sam’s jeans. Sam’s hands ran hard and naked man-flesh, over the ropy muscles of naked man-back to the swells of rock-solid naked man-butt.

“Take it easy, and you won’t get hurt,” the naked and sexually aroused man said. His voice was low and guttural. “Just relax.”

Sam tried to roll from under the man’s weight, but the chore proved impossible.

“What do you want?” Sam asked

“I want you to relax!” the man said.

The man’s hand hooked Sam’s shirt, at its neck, and ripped the cloth away. Hard warm man-flesh now covered Sam’s naked chest. Manly nipples met Sam’s youthful nipples. All four nipples were hard as small ball bearings.

Sam was at a physical disadvantage. He knew that now, just as he’d known it from the very beginning, when ham-like man-hands clamped over his mouth, when the immense weight of man-muscled flesh and bone pressed down upon him.

“Oh, yes!” the man said and his hands claimed those of the youth to force the latter to Sam’s sides. “You’re only going to make it better for me by struggling.”

Sam tried, yet again, to pull his hands free, tried, yet again, to roll free of the man’s vise-like press.

“Please,” Sam said, his struggles still to no avail.

“Please, what?” the man asked, his voice filled with the confidence of his obviously superior power. “Please fuck you?”

The man pushed to a sitting position, astride Sam’s thighs. Large man-hands fumbled with the crotch buttons of Sam’s pants.

“No!” Sam said, sat up, and closed his hands around the man’s thick throat. The man’s neck tendons bulged beneath Sam’s grip. Sam’s hands were unable to close around so massive a handful.

Almost too easily, the man pulled Sam’s hands free, pushed Sam back to the ground. Suddenly lifting himself on his knees, the man expertly rolled Sam within the space between the man’s commanding kneel.

Hardly knowing how it was done, Sam found himself flipped to his belly. Equally surprising, the man oh-so-easily yanked down Sam’s pants but kept the youth completely under control.

With Sam’s ass vulnerable and bare, the man collapsed along Sam’s back, and the head of the man’s thick cock, like a missile aimed at a specific heat source, oh so quickly found its target, which was Sam’s pucker, and force-fed cockhead and cockneck fast and furious into the depth of Sam’s protesting asshole.

The man’s legs parenthesized the youth’s legs and hugged them. The man’s lower belly pushed hard into Sam’s ass and ground hard cock up tight asshole. The man’s balls banged frantically against the Sam’s balls. The man’s chest laid hard and tight against Sam’s back.

“Please,” Sam pleaded.

“Sure, kid. No need to beg. I’ll gladly fuck the shit out of you.”

Sam grunted as the man’s cock pulled out, almost to its bulbous head, then plunged right back in again. Sam grunted again as the same thick cock once again withdrew almost entirely from the boy’s spasming hole, only once again to drive all of the way in. Sam’s asshole seemed destined to rip, beneath the size and force of the cock’s attack.

The tube-like hunk of man-cock slipped out, then jammed in -- out, in, out, in -- all the while it prodded Sam’s prostate like a billy club prodded a helpless vagrant.

Sam’s cock pulsed its own steely hardness between the ground and the youth’s belly.

“Tight!” the man’s voice breathed in Sam’s ear. “My God, but you’ve got one hell of a tight stinkhole. And, it’s chewing, chewing, chewing up my goddamned cock.”

“Please,” Sam moaned.

Sam’s continued pleas only pushed his assailant to greater speeds. Fuck strokes became shorter and more powerful. The man’s hipbones bruised the youth’s crotch-slapped ass.

“You like getting fucked in your ass,” the man panted in Sam’s ear, and it wasn’t a question. “You like getting it from a real man. He-man prick pushed in and pulled out of that rear end of yours? Big male cock stuffed so far and so deep up your guts that you feel it in the bottom of your throat. My blasted wad going to blow right on out the other end of your mouth, like great wads of white water geysered from Old Faithful.”

On cue, the man’s cock swelled even bigger. Its additional size caused additional friction from each and every pump within hugging asshole walls. The more the friction, the more the exquisite pleasure/pain that sunburst from Sam’s molested asshole to the rest of the youth’s body.

Sam pressed his face into the hard ground. Mashed and moist leaves clung to his cheek. He moaned and felt bits of dirt on his wet lips and tongue. He smelled the pungency of damp earth.

“You’re the best ass I’ve ever fucked, kid,” the man said and caught his breath. Finally, he managed: “You’re giving this old whanger of mine a royal workout. My old balls just dying to spray and baste hot white slime up your tightly clutching hole.”

The man’s hips gained additional momentum. His thick prick was an up-and-down pile driver gone wild within Sam’s butt.

“Agghhhh!” the man groaned. His body spasmed on top of Sam. His belly ground frantically into the youth’s ass. His hot sperm jettisoned sperm from his huge submerged cock. Thick and coagulated juices oozed along the sides of the man’s plugged-to-its-roots penis.

Sam lie motionless, as temporarily drained as the man collapsed atop him.

Finally, the man rolled off, and his softening prick slipped out of Sam’s asshole, an inch at a time, with a suctioning sound of foot and leg out of muck that pulled a flood of stale jism with it. The man’s large and heart-shaped cockhead was the last to exit the buttocks and did so with a decided champagne-cork “Pop!”

The man’s whole, now drooping, fourteen inches of cock were wet and shiny with slime.

The man got to his feet, and his muscular body glistened with the sweat of his orgasm. His black hair banged his eyes. His massive cock and balls now hung to his knees. He looked at the Sam’s just-fucked body which was white within the shadows of the night. The man turned and walked into the woods.

Sam lie quiet and listened to the sounds of moving branches and leaves as his assailant disappeared farther into the darkness. Finally, even those sounds were gone.

Sam got to his feet, his belly and thighs covered with dirt and with the mess of his own spermal discharge.

He found his pants, thrown carelessly over a nearby shrub. The branches of the squat bush were squashed, having been pressed beneath the weight of Sam’s denim, like Sam had been pressed beneath the body of the man who’d fucked him. Sam pulled his pants on over his sweaty body and zipped up his pants crotch over his spent penis.



Tuesday, July 27, 11:57 p.m.:

The thick prick was evident through the sand-papered thinness of the young man’s jeans. It snaked thickly down his left thigh. The globes of the young man’s balls and the bullet-like shape of the young man’s circumcised cockhead were easily delineated within the stretched denim. The young man wore a black T-shirt. His muscular pectorals bulged the cloth. His hair was blond and looked windblown in the shadows. He was joined by another youth, dark-haired and thin. The two talked for a few minutes, then moved off into the shadows together in search of an even more secluded spot.

Sam detoured around them and walked toward the gorge on the other side of a dark copse of trees.

There were two studs who stood on the bridge that spanned the gorge. Each eyed Sam invitingly and, without words, asked the inevitable question. The blond dropped his hand sensuously to his bulged groin and caressed the grapefruit mound of his genitalia that strained his pants crotch to bursting.

Sam didn’t meet either’s gaze. He didn’t want to give either any encouragement.

Sam looked at his watch. The illuminated dials read a little after midnight.

Sam took the path that snaked down the side of the gully. He glanced furtively behind to insure that he wasn’t followed. Few people ventured into the gully after dark. Too many people had been robbed there, beaten up there, or had even worse happen to them in the gully’s darkness. Above Sam, the dark underside of the steel and cement bridge shut out all light.

No bodies stood by the sides of the path. No one spread his legs, pressed his thick prick to even larger bulge within a cushioning nest of pubic hair thick-grown between pants-tented legs. No lighted cigarette was moved in the darkness by a nervous hand. No one asked the time of night, or for a smoke, or for directions.

The hand came from behind, clamped tightly over Sam’s mouth and nose.