TITLE    : Thank You, Archie Knox: Gay Version
STORYID  : thank-you-archie-knox-gay-version
SUMMARY  : Suburban Girl inspires suburban guys!
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2011-03-15
CATEGORY : gay-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |ass|anus|asshole|rectum|buttocks|sodomy|cock|balls|anal|gay|


I got the idea from Archie Knox.



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Aaron



At twenty two, he's blonde and beautiful. His skin is flawless, his pecs firm, his waist narrow, like his hips, and his legs long. He's smooth all over, from head to toe, except for his goldilocks, that is, which are long and straight. When I fuck him, he rocks back and forth, biting his lower lip and occasionally opening his mouth to gasp or moan. My cock slides easily in and out of his anus, vanishing and reappearing between his buttocks, as my groin advances and retreats, his derriere flattening and rebounding at every stroke. Aaron is one of my favorites, and deservedly so.



Bruce



His straight hair is black. He wears half a dozen thin silver bracelets, a diamond-encrusted armband, and nothing else. He rests his upper body upon his left shoulder and his right hand upon his right knee, as, kneeling upon the mattress, he gasps and moans--they all gasp and moan when I put my twelve inches of thick, hard cock up their asses!--but my attention remains, for the most part, upon his lovely, compact ass. As I drive forward, my prick shoving deep inside his rectum, and my groin collides with his buttocks, his hips actually rise, and he snarls soundlessly, reacting to each and every one of my many, many thrusts into his magnificent derriere. I could watch myself fucking eighteen-year-old Bruce all day, except that there is no need to do so, not when there are so many others upon whom to feast my eyes.



Cal



Tall and thin, nineteen-year-old Cal is all arms and legs, with a firm, compact ass. He wears his straight hair long; it's brown, with streaks of blonde. Besides the golden armband on his right biceps, he wears nothing else. He lies upon his tummy, his legs parted to admit me, and his arms are bent at the elbows, the right stretched out to his side, the left angled forward, alongside the striped pillow under the left side of his face. As I fuck him, my thrusting loins shove his hips forward and his back down; he lifts his head and turns, so he can see me, behind and above him, and he whispers something I can't quite hear--sweet nothings, no doubt--between bites to his lower lip and the inevitable gasps and moans that he, like all the others, makes.



Danny



His name is Daniel, but he prefers Danny. Twenty-something, he is black and beautiful, with a big, buoyant cock and balls that jut insistently--demandingly, even--from his kinky pubes, and the dark meat of his manhood contrasts sharply with my satin-smooth, white flesh as I pummel his ass, driving my Caucasian cock deep, hard, and fast through his African-American asshole and deep into his chocolate ass. I love the way his erect cock bounces up and down, like a diving board, and, when he points it directly at me, I don't know whether to take it into my mouth or bend over so he can shove his monster member up my own ass. It's as fun to be fucked by Danny as it is to fuck him. How could it be anything else, when he's armed, so to speak, with a cock that is nearly as large as my own?



Ed



A mulatto, Ed has smooth skin the color of light milk chocolate. His body is well-toned, without being muscular, and his thighs, like his tummy and arms, are firm and sleek. He has brown hair, streaked with blonde; his eyes are the same brown as his nipples and areolas, like creamy chocolate; and his lips are sensuously full. Overall, he has a slender, but athletic, physique, like a well-conditioned tennis player, and, at twenty-three, he has the stamina to go with it. He's an exhausting fuck, but exhausting in a fantastic way. His right leg, bent at the knee, is upon the sofa, its outer thigh and calf supported by the back of the divan, and his left leg is bent alongside the front of the couch, his toes resting on the carpeted floor. Leaning forward, with his elbows resting upon the right arm of the sofa, he moans, groans, and gasps, as I plunge my foot-long cock back and forth inside his anus, as intent himself upon being fucked as I am intent upon fucking him.



Frank



I don't see much of Frank, because he's shown in an extreme close up. That's all right, though, because I'd know his ass anywhere. At first, just his anus shows, impaled by my pumping cock, and the red line that runs along his perineum, from his skewered asshole, toward his scrotum. The circle of his anus indents, as my cock shoves forward, and reappears for a moment, clinging, as it were, to my member, as my cock withdraws. Eventually, his scrotum appears, a small, tight, bunched pouch inside which his testicles bounce and sway as he takes my prick in his ass, and he grasps his own manly cock, bouncing his penis up and down upon his testicles and masturbating fiercely, before pausing to lift his hips and roll upward, so that my massive member withdraws completely from inside him, and his reamed anus appears, cored, round and wide, by my manhood.



Gary and Hank



Hank's African-American (well, African-American and Caucasian), and Gary's lily white. Hank wears his hair short, pulled back in a tight ponytail. The kink is there, in short bangs, but his hair is straight at the temples. His ears are tiny and well shaped, with clear ridges and indentations. His black heritage has given his smooth skin a light milk-chocolate hue, and his white ancestry has given him the fine, sharp, clear features that help to make Caucasian men so handsome and glamorous. In having one black and one white parent, Hank has been fortunate enough to acquire the best traits of each race. As a result, he is handsome as hell, even with his lips pursed around my cock and his cheeks sunken with his sucking. Gary's pale penis, erect and slender, impales my own buttocks. It is shoved deep, allowing but a glimpse of the shaft above his contracted scrotum, and my body--well, the spread thighs, the rippled belly, and the bottom of my chiseled chest, anyway--otherwise obscures his completely, but Gary is every bit as handsome as Hank, and it's a pleasure to have these two studs double up on me, as you might imagine! The sight of two cocks--Gary's in my ass and my own prick in Hank's mouth--is exciting as hell; it looks almost as if the two are one, the prick invading my bowels the same one that rises from my own groin, as if the cock up my ass has ruptured my belly, allowing Hank a fleshly lollipop. As I bounce up and down atop Gary's prick, Hank's head, lying in the crook between my hip and thigh, bounces up and down and jiggles slightly, left and right, adding to the joys that his cock sucking provides, and the small chocolate nipples of his pecs show in the space between my lower thigh and the back of my calf.



Indio



A classic blond beauty with pale skin, twenty-six-year-old Indio positions himself on his elbows and palms, smiling as I slam it to him from behind. My twelve inches vanishes between the smooth, arched cushions of his buttocks, which bounce ever so slightly as they receive the force of my cock, thrusting into his snug asshole. Always the trooper, he urges me on, his smiles occasionally giving way to laughter, as he bids me to give it to him faster and harder and deeper.



Joe



Another tall blonde, long and lean, Joe, at thirty, is all frowns as I shove my cock in and out of his speared anus, the rock-solid column of my cock sliding and gliding easily between his arched buttocks. He kneels on the couch, facing its back, legs spread wide, so that I might stand between them, and, left hand spread beside him, on the cushion next to that upon which he kneels, and right forearm laid along the back of the couch, he alternately grits his teeth and gasps, his brow furrowed with discomfort or, perhaps, pain, as he struggles to take the monster member that I cram and slam into his tiny anal opening. I lift my right leg, placing its foot flat on the couch, beside Joe, so I can plunge even more deeply into his depths and, balancing myself by holding his hip, I shove my cock all the way into his bottom, until my balls are crushed against the firm, yet yielding, smooth flesh of his ass cheeks, and Joe cries out, a tear meandering down his handsome, contorted face.



Kevin and Lloyd



He's dark chocolate loveliness, a little plump, but beautiful, with long black, wavy hair, a firm back, a round, compact bottom, thick thighs, toned arms, and perfect pecs. His ass jiggles and bounces like gelatin as I drive my manhood vigorously into his bottom. He isn't passive, the way some lovers tend to be; he's a full partner, counterthrusting to meet my thrusts. He shoves his whole body back, hard, taking my cock deep into his tight anal embrace, and rocking on his hands and knees. Meanwhile, lying on his back, Lloyd, his complexion the same lovely milk chocolate as Kevin's own, nuzzles, licks, and nurses at the nipple of Kevin's jiggling pec. So intent am I upon watching myself fuck Kevin that it's not until a full minute into the action that I observe Lloyd, although he's been there all along, of course, doing his part to make our threesome as rewarding for Kevin (and himself) as Kevin makes our group session pleasurable for me.



Marvin



Although he just turned eighteen, Marvin solos better than anyone I've ever had the pleasure to observe. A black--and-Asian mix, he has a lovely olive complexion tinged with tan; high cheekbones; a slightly wide nose with flaring nostrils; sensuous lips, and wide, almond-shaped, anime-style eyes with thick, luxurious lashes. His hair is long, straight, black, and lustrous. He is slender, with a boyish figure and narrow hips. He curls his fingers into a tight fist around the shaft of his slender, eight-inch-long cock, letting his hand slide up and glide back down the length of his splendid, smooth stalk of flesh as he masturbates, lifting his head from his pillow to gaze at me as he licks the tip of his moist, pink tongue around the "O" of his open lips. Semen erupts from his slim penis, an explosion of pearls as white as his teeth and the immaculate sheet stretched tight over the mattress upon which he writhes.



Nathan



What I like most about Nathan is that he looks hot and bothered as he masturbates, running his hands up his ribs as he clutches his erect cock; tossing an arm over and behind his head, ruffling his hair; stroking his hip while he tugs at his prick; and reaching between his thighs to squeeze his balls, all the while opening and closing his mouth, as though he's a dying fish, and rolling his big brown eyes. At nineteen, he may be young, but he's far from innocent, and his every move shows just how experienced he is at pleasuring himself.



Oscar



At thirty two, Oscar is no longer a youngster, but he still looks good. A brunette, he's kept himself trim and fit. His nine-inch cock is truly massive (although not as massive as my own), and it looks good erect, but unused, as he lies on his back, his hips tilted upward and forward and his legs spread wide, with my cock shoved through his anus, as I hold the back of his right thigh, just below the knee, bouncing my hips to drive my prick back and forth inside his skewered buttocks. In the throes of passion, he frowns, grits his teeth, and grasps his erection, pounding it hard in his hand, as I pound him hard from behind, driving my prick as hard, as fast, and as furiously as I can into the depths of his penetrated ass.



Patrick



Kneeling, he nevertheless manages to half-lie, upon his belly, with his arms bent at his sides and his fists tightly clutching the sheet on the bed, above his head. His ass is elevated, and his cock and balls hang, dangling between his spread thighs. I crouch above and behind him, my ass jutting sharply above and behind his own, and my cock pierces his bottom, sliding deeply into his rectum. As I bounce on the mattress, which sags and recoils beneath my feet, my manhood advances and retreats, and Patrick cries out, his hands leaving the mattress to perch, like birds, upon the summits of his curved buttocks. The bed continues to jostle and dip underfoot as I fuck him harder, deeper, and faster, his twenty-two-year-old bottom as smooth as any anal virgin's buttocks I've ever had the privilege to fuck.



Quentin



At eighteen, he is still young enough to look boyish, and he does. He is slender, and his abdomen is straight, without indentation or definition of any kind. His hips are thin, and his thighs, although firm, are slim. His back arches considerably as he straddles me, supporting himself upon hands that are hidden behind his widespread thighs and my own legs. My own gigantic cock is planted well up his bottom. His anus is snug, but I manage easily, even lying flat on my back, to pump my prick through the tight muscle, thrusting hard, fast, and deep. Quentin's own cock, which is quite respectably large and thick, although it does not begin to rival my own, waves and bobs as my prick rams and slams his ass. His unused, useless manhood looks absurd but, at the same time, also sexy.



Roger and Stan



The glass dildo, inserted into Roger's ass, dilates his anus into a perfect black circle. Only Stan's head can be seen, and part of his right shoulder and upper arm, which are draped over Roger's left thigh, as the blonde sucks the dark-haired man's stubby, fat cock, his parted lips plunging down the whole length of Roger's swollen shaft, in a single gulp, before retreating back up the column of flesh to plunge, yet again, down the length of the bloated organ. Stan pauses, at the summit of his upstroke, and his fingertips appear, between his own mouth and Roger's balls, to grip the shaft of his lover's semi-soft, semi-hard prick and hold it firmly in place (for it seems inclined to droop). Stan resumes his sucking of his boyfriend's cock, ministering with devotion to the half-turgid member.



Tim and Ulysses



Tim is blonde, Ulysses brunette. The latter kneels on the edge of a yellow couch, facing the wall. His hands grip the top of the couch's back, and he leans forward. The former, kneeling behind him, between Ulysses' wide-spread legs, grips the dark-haired party's right shoulder with his left hand and places his right hand upon his own right hip. He rocks his hips back and forth, with speed and force, pulling and shoving his cock between Ulysses' broad, creamy buttocks, back and forth inside the tight, but stretched, anus within. The brunette is rocked forward by the impact of Tim's groin, Ulysses' ass cheeks rippling with each impact. He compresses his lips, taking his boyfriend's cock without complaint. To gain greater traction, Tim grips Ulysses' hips in his hands, increasing the tempo and the vigor of his thrusts. Ulysses rolls his hips, counterthrusting, to signify his approval.



Viktor



My hand grips my cock, directing it into its target, twenty-one-year-old Viktor's tight, tiny anal opening; my twelve inches of rock-hard cock slides easily into the tight, well-lubricated aperture, and I fuck him hard, ramming my prick through his impaled anus and deep into his bowels. His ass, shaped like a Valentine's heart, bounces beneath me, the sac of his scrotum between the smooth flesh of his inner thighs. Once, as I pound him, Viktor loses his balance, and his foot flashes up, then down. He manages to maintain his balance, even with me slamming my cock home again and again, with increasing force and rapidity, and I continue to hammer him, my cock a blur between his round, sleek cheeks.



Walter



He has short fingernails, which makes his hands look masculine, despite his slender fingers, as he splays his digits over the cheeks of his speared bottom. My cock is inserted between his buttocks, and up, inside his asshole. He leans forward, his knees bent, and I ram my prick deeper into his bottom. I withdraw until part of the pink, gumdrop-shaped glans shows, then plunge home again, deep into his derriere. Normally, by now, the tip of my prick would be a ripe plum color, and my dick would be red rather than pink, so the pink glans and cock tell me that I am not yet fully erect, although my penis is stiff and swollen enough to fool one who is inexperienced enough in sexual matters to lack understanding concerning the significance of such hues in determining one's level of sexual passion. Again and again, slowly and steadily, I withdraw my cock, an inch at a time coming into view between Walter's ass cheeks, until only the tip of my massive member remains lodged inside his ass. Then, I shove the entire length back inside, in one, continuous thrust, crushing my balls against the cushions of his twenty-three-year-old backside.



Xavier



Dark-haired Xavier, age twenty, tries to look nonchalant as he bends over, his elbows upon the seat of an upholstered barstool, the sides of the back of which he holds, to steady himself, and he largely succeeds: his expression is casual, except for his occasional wincing and his sometimes-furrowed brow. The cavalier, if not indifferent, attitude he expresses is amusing, given the presence of my gargantuan cock between the cheeks of his arched buttocks. I move with deliberation, each thrust timed and measured, fucking him with leisurely regularity. There is no need to hurry, for, despite his studied apathy, he is mine to fuck, fast or slow and as gently or as roughly as I like, whenever and as often as I please.



Yves



Lying upon the black leather couch, he is rolled half onto his side, his right leg cocked over the right side of his chiseled chest, his left leg bent so that its calf rests alongside my right hip, his right arm lying along his right side, and his left arm grasping his rigid cock to pump it as I ram his ass with my monster prick. His balls have positioned themselves at either side of his scrotum, I see, when he removes his hand from his cock, as he does on occasion, pausing in his masturbatory manipulations of his own member to feel and relish my sexual assault upon his bowels. I shove hard into his buttocks, plunging my cock deep into his rectum. He looks from me to his cock and, once, as I pound him, he smiles at me, as gorgeous and sexy as only a twenty year old with a cock up his ass can be.



Abe



Limber as a gymnast, eighteen-year-old Abe lies supine, his shoulders against the back of the black leather couch and his legs pointed upward, past his ribs, to rest upon his shoulders. He smiles and grins (and grunts and groans) as I drive my prick into his pierced anus, repeatedly jabbing my thick, rigid rod of flesh through the circle of his anus, deep into his rectum. His right hand reaches around his thigh and grasps his own erect penis, and he masturbates himself while I fuck him. When he comes, his convulsive, ejaculating cock anoints his pecs with the fecundating fluid of his loins, his semen shining, like molten pearls.



Brad



Bending his knees, he squats slightly as he stands before the marble balustrade, leaning his forearms across the ledge-like rail and holding onto its far edge. The twenty-eight-year-old blonde is naked, and his ass is firm and round, with a deep cleavage between the cheeks. I am behind him, slightly bent at the waist, my cock between his buttocks. I reach around him, resting my hands upon the near side of the rail, and thrust my prick vigorously through his anus, pulling it back and ramming it forward again and again, faster and harder. Brad grunts. He groans. He gasps. He moans. Below us is the grassy lawn; before us, a pine tree, taller than the balcony we stand upon; to our right, lampposts and railings. The air is cool, and there's a breeze. Brad has gooseflesh, and his nipples are stiff, but his rectum is warm. I pound him hard.



Carl



He rises, swinging his right leg around as he stands, and I see the oval package of his scrotum and a hint of his small, hard balls inside the tight, risen pouch. His hands find the headboard, and he stands half erect, his cock rigid, running parallel to his tummy. His face is indistinct--dark hair, dark eyes, a pair of nostrils in a delicate nose, a hint of sensuous lips. Mostly, from my perspective, behind and slightly below him, Carl is long, smooth thighs; an expanse of white belly; a long, hard cock; and a packed, oval scrotum. He stands all the way up, his left hand stroking his hip and his right buttock, his right hand resting, still, on the top of the headboard, to balance himself, and his legs are foreshortened, like his cock and balls, and his ass is the shape of a Valentine's heart. Even getting in or out of position for a suck or a fuck, Carl is a magnificent specimen of manhood.

<hr pg="2" />Drake



He's twenty, hot, and wild. His hair is a dark tangle of long tendrils that sway about his head and arms. He is on his hands and knees when he is not on his elbows and knees, but Drake moves a lot, looking back or down or to the side, licking his lips, opening his mouth, gnashing his teeth, grasping my cock or his own ass. His balls are visible below his thighs, rocking with him as he rocks. He squeals and gasps and moans as I rock my cock up and down and back and forth inside his tight, small ass.



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You've seen the movie, maybe? Suburban Girl, the one with Archie Knox in it? An alcoholic, he's also a celebrated writer who collects photographs of the many women he's bagged. But, hey, Archie, we're living in the digital age!



My own trophies, consequently, are video clips, an especially appropriate medium for a producer of pornographic films, and I keep them on my computer, in an album I call "Trophies." I film them as I fuck them, all with their knowledge and consent, and my collection allows me to relive the intimate moments I've spent with them as often as I like, at my own leisure, without the inconvenience of having to spend time and money to romance them again and again (or having to promise them a part in my next movie), just to get another piece of ass. This way, after I've had my beefcake, I can eat it, too--in a manner of speaking.



And, for that, I thank you, Archie Knox! It was you, after all, who gave me the idea of keeping digitized mementoes of my own sexual conquests. 

