orientation-gay Hard Mountain - Chapter One

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I found it on my harddrive. its from 2005 and I dont know who the author is. Hope, he don't mind posting me that small text here. If he minds, I think I will remove it imeatedly.

 

"50 and still working heavy construction. Of course I own the company. The only jew in a "Guido" industry. Jewish - Italian, is there a difference? I can of course hold my own. At 5 10 and 285 I'm used to getting my way. Even my paunch is rock hard. Years of working heavy machinery and the gym have blessed me. It seems that my partner, my son, inherited the same gifts. At 27 he is magnificent.

I envy him. In my time you did not admit homosexuality. Damn homophobia! I married my college sweetheart and we created the perfect American life. I satisfied my needs at the gym or within the confines of xxx emporiums. Never did have to work at finding action - it always came to me. With 21 arms, 53 chest and 34 waist (till recently) it is easy. Even my wife was satisfied. You'd be too with 10 cut thick inches.

My son expressed his sexual tendencies early. A star athlete in school and ripped he never held back. He was never threatened by his love of men. He reeked of manliness and if you even hesitated to doubt it he'd simply pump his massive pecs up and down and flex every muscle leaving you dumbfounded. Even I dreamt of making passionate love with Abraham.

 

We were working on a new development for an adult community. The town recently released the land to me after court fights that lasted 9 years. A prior developer had submitted documentation that an ancient colonial burial ground was moved in accordance with NY State law and the Church's okay. Local civic groups fought my friend Anthony's attempts to build so he gave up. I in turn, never one to turn from a fight, offered the community low income housing on property I own by the train tracks and a new fire house. Needless to say they gave in. Fucking the shit out of Mel, the 33 year old lawyer and head of the civic association, didn't hurt.

Abraham and I went out to survey the 45 acres. We pulled the bulldozer off the trailer to clear a space for our trailer office. In the dirt I found some chips of what looked like old headstones. Well, it was a burial ground. Abe and I joked of digging up some corpses and the curses that might affect us for stirring up the dead. We heard a horn in the distance. It was Abe's boyfriend, a new wide receiver for the NY Jets. Abraham had it all. Looks, muscles, gay and rookie of the year Anthony Moullato. At 6 8 362 he is huge. I normally top but I'd bottom for him.

 

Anthony, aka Tony, hopped out of his Porsche. Abraham ran to greet him lifting him off the ground in a bear hug embrace. I thought their tongues would never come apart. Damn, they get me so hard. Tony begged to try the bulldozer. I'd be stupid to argue with him. Abe and him jumped onto the earth mover and started the engine. Mine was already going.

Abe lowered the shovel and Tony gunned it forward. As the shovel broke ground a deafening noise exploded and a blinding flash of colored light. I fell to the ground, unable to balance myself. The last thing I remember is hearing the roar of cars passing on the nearby expressway and the whistle of the Long Island Railroad in the distance.

As I came to I saw two other figures on the ground. Huge hulking men. They looked like mutant Indians from some pornographic Western movie. Deep tans and long black hair upon heavily muscled frames that were freakishly out of proportion. Their cocks were at least a foot, uncut and super veiny. Their chests heaved as they gasped for air. I noticed that I too was coughing for oxygen. I never felt so heavy.

 

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The first sounds I heard were Dad admist choking coughs. Could it be that mass of muscle is Abe. Where is the bulldozer. The surroundings are familiar, but there is no background noises - just birds. Finally able to move my arms I touch myself. I slide my hands down my waist to an unending cock. I feel its girth and the ooze dripping from its uncut tip. Wait! Uncut, how?

I'm fuckin' Jewish. I try to look down but all I see is a deeply tanned huge chest. My pecs, although big before, resemble mountains with rivers throughout that must be veins. I try to grunt out Abe but my voice is so deep it astounds me. I take my right hand and bring it to my mouth. A chore at that because my arm is stopped by this bowling ball like bicep. I wipe my lips off tasting my manseed at the same time. With the first taste I start to regain some of my senses. I scoop some more precum and swallow it heartily. Never tasted anything so good. My mind is consumed with the need for more."

 

That was the small fragment, I was craving for the next part, but it never occurred. it began so good, I was curious about the further development.