From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Lube JOB (gay)
Date: 24 Jan 1996 23:45:18 GMT

				 Lube

	Under the bright lights, the sweat glistened on both their
naked, aroused bodies. Jack's prick stood out from his body like a
huge poker.

	It was as hard as one and that was how he intended to use it.
The tight cock-ring was causing his cockhead to go purple; his balls
hugged the base of his enraged man-root. Greg was on his knees with
his cheeks spread, hands pulling his buns apart and making a begging
offer of the pink-rimmed puckering hole which was now well visible in
the hairy cleavage.

	Now Jack was on his knees behind Greg. With a generous handful
of Crisco he first lubed Greg's ass inside and out and then his own
massive erection. Then without delay, he centered the huge knob on
Greg's waiting pucker and lunged, plunging his arm-thick shaft up to
its root into the waiting sheath. Greg's groan left no doubt that he
felt the full measure of the living sword. That he wanted it, enjoyed
it, yes, craved it, there was no doubt.

	Not content with such an overflowing ass-full of live meat,
Greg reached around for Jack's hand and guided it to his own swollen
member.

	Jack needed no second invitation to grasp Greg's prick in his
big, sweaty hand and begin to stroke it very purposefully. Back and
forth, back and forth the hand moved the skin sheath, first banging
into the hairy base and then making the huge head disappear within the
fist.

	Greg's balls were now drawn tightly against his prick-root.
The incessant stroking of Jack's hand on his prick and the piston
action of his prick in his ass left no question that Greg was going to
cum.

	Perhaps cum was too mild a word for what happened. With
several deep gaspings for breath, Greg's cock exploded with massive
jets of hot jizm which would not quit. Still Jack kept up the
relentless pumping, now adding cum to the previous lubricants of
Crisco and sweat; still Greg's prickhead spouted the pearly gobs
although now the spurts began to lessen.

	Finally, Jack withdrew his hand from the cock, gripped Greg's
waist, and began a long, massive pounding of his prick into the
other's ass, each assault driving the shaft in up to the root. Even
with his ass receiving such a battering, Greg was quick to move a free
hand to his reddened root to finish milking the last, sweet drops of
delight from their source.

	With one final mighty lunge, Jack came in the depths of Greg's
ass. Almost majestically, he continued the thrusting motions to now
drain his own organ within the grasp of the cum-slickened sheath. Gobs
of spent cum, liberated by the stroking action lodged in his prick-
hair and began oozing over his balls.