Private Dick

 PRIVATE DICK

By Richard Hunter
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No2.1989)

Being a private eye — or a private dick, as my homosexual friends like to refer to me — requires that I be very flexible and fleet of foot, which I certainly was as I vaulted the fence and ran across the lawn to look into the window of the living room from which came the sounds of music, revelry, laughter, the clinking of glasses, and general all around gaiety. Thanks to heavy bushes growing tall in front of the window, what was going on inside wasn't visible from the street — which was a good thing.

There was a fucking orgy in progress, and a lot of sucking as well. Naked male bodies were everywhere — in chairs, on couches, on the big furry rug, on the coffee table, standing in corners, kneeling and squatting by the fireplace, and so forth — and they all seemed to be ramming hard, throbbing cocks into any receptive mouth or ass within striking distance.

I'd seen a lot of sexy things during the five years I've been a private dick, but nothing as mouth-wateringly deviant as this mass debauchery. I wouldn't mind gobbling up some of that prime meat in there myself and humping some of those cute rounded asses wiggling tan-talizingly before my bulging eyes. It didn't take long for my Jockey shorts to start bulging as well. I hadn't been laid in a week and the strain was beginning to show — at the moment mostly around my zipper area. I reached down to rack my balls and rearrange my stick into more comfortable positions, but the movement only served to increase my naturally lustful desires to join the happy group inside. Why the hell not? I'd crashed parties before, so I was used to get-ting into social gatherings without invitation. For this one I'd probably just have to drop my pants and I'd fit right in. I didn't bother to knock. I just walked in through the unlocked front door, went down a short hall entrance way, turned a corner and came upon the living room filled with the squealing, grunting, pumping, squishing, sucking and fucking male bodies I'd observed through the window. Up close, the sight of all those sweating bodies churning with delight — with asses upraised and cocks plunging and mouths slurping away on turgid red meat — made my own dick give another lurch of approval and anticipation.

A slim blond with ever-so-blue eyes and a schlong that was dripping from a recent conquest came across the room with his hot rod happily pointing the way. When he got closer, I noticed that his smile full of teeth held traces of pubic hair and globs of recently-shot male cum.

"Hi there," he said in a breathless voice. "Welcome to the party. My name's Cliff. I haven't seen you around. What's your name?"

"Richard Hunter," I said, giving him the full one.

But he caught on, and the smile got wider. "Dick Hunter, eh? Well, you've come to the right place. There are plenty of dicks here for you to hunt — including mine if you want it."

I gave his perspiring body the once over. It was slim and smooth, covered with blond hair so fine it seemed almost nonexistent. He kept in shape, this one — probably from the right kind of exercise (fucking) and the right kind of eating (cum from the source). Then I glanced around the room looking for the man I'd tailed to this address. When he hadn't come out while I waited in the car in the street, I thought I'd better check, which is why the sprint over the wall and up to the house.

The blond, Cliff, misinterpreted my glance for disinterest. He said in a miffed voice, "Well — at least take off your clothes — in case you do see something you like."

I said, "I do see something I like." I got out of my clothes fast and, while Cliff was gasping in awe at the masculine beauty of my semi-erect cock, I grabbed him and pulled him close to me so that we could rub crotches. A simple little thing like that turns me on pretty rapidly, and this time was no exception. That feeling of another guy's dong nakedly massaging mine gets my cock up hard. I grabbed his ass and squeezed, holding him closer to me while I covered his lips with my mouth and slid my tongue past his lips. The taste of someone else's jizm in his mouth gave me an additional surge of pleasure.

Cliff obviously liked to suck cock — hell, who doesn't? — and he proceeded to prove it by sinking to his knees in front of me, doing it slowly, kissing my mouth, my chin, my neck, my nipples, my belly and my pubic area. When he was on his knees fully, he cradled my aching nuts with one hand and stroked my cock with the other, all the while licking my inner thighs and everything else in sight. He was one hell of a cocksucker, that was for sure, and I was glad I had a big load saved up for him. He did his full number on me, licking and kissing a lot, then taking the knob of my cock between his lips and giving it enough suction to curl my toes. Slowly, he gobbled up more and more of my thick shaft until the whole thing was deep in his throat and still he was trying for more.

I generally give my full attention to a guy sucking my cock, but another glance around that room filled with naked, sweating, sucking and humping bodies showed me the man I'd followed. He was a well built, middle-aged fellow and at the moment he was plowing his stiff cock into the tight asshole of some young stud whose pretty face was grimacing with that ultimate pleasure, while at the same time another young stud was pumping a load of cream into his eagerly gulping mouth.

It was funny — because the guy's wife had paid me to tail him and find out if he was seeing another woman. The thought that he might be seeing another man — or a roomful of other men — had never occurred to her. A sheltered society dame, she wouldn't know a gay guy if she married him — or hired him to follow her husband Well, I might be blowing a lot of things this night, but I sure wasn't going to blow the whistle on the guy. I'd just tell the wife that her husband definitely was not seeing another woman, which should satisfy everyone. Then I returned my attention to Cliff's marvellous mouth sucking the starch out of my distended cock. Damn, he was good — but then he'd obviously had a lot of practice and had cocksucking down to a fine art. I gently grabbed his blond head and proceeded to pump my cock down his throat with slow but determined strokes. Without realizing it, I was grunting with each thrust, a sound that mingled with the murmurs coming muffled from Cliff and the gay frolicking noises emerging from the parched throats and juicy assholes scattered about the room. So far it was the best party I'd ever crashed. But it got better as just then I felt someone fingering the crack in my ass, and looked around to see a handsome young face, soft brownish hair, and a hopeful smile that said, "Mind if I taste your asshole?"

"Be my guest," I said generously. I even squatted and held apart my ass cheeks for him so he could extend his fingers into the opening and then, after frigging it for a few seconds, replace the fingers with his tongue, which expertly sank in deep in my asshole with no trouble at all. So there I was with my cock in a blond's mouth and a brunet's tongue in my asshole, and I realized that being a private dick wasn't normally all that great of a job but that once in a while — like now — it had a lot of terrific benefits.

It wasn't easy keeping both guys happy. I had to shove my cock forward to please Cliff, then wiggle my ass back into the other guy's face so he wouldn't lose the rhythm of his licking my anus. As I said, I hadn't been laid in a week, and I was already on the ragged edge — and with two handsome studs enthusiastically licking and gobbling the two most sensitive areas of my virile male body — well, you can imagine how easy it was for me to reach and then pass the point of no return.

"Ready or not . . ." I announced, " . . . here I come!"

The blond was ready. He let my cock slide all the way into his throat and held it there while I let loose with a salvo of cum that had him gulping frantically to hold it all in. At the same time, the brunet whose tongue was probing my asshole went into a wild frenzy of alternately licking and sucking and blowing that made my orgasm all the more intense. Even when I was through shooting my wad down Cliff's throat, I automatically kept pumping and he automatically kept sucking.

After a while, I let my cock slide out of his happy mouth and said, "Thanks."

He gave me a cum-soaked smile. "My pleasure," he said, meaning it. Then he looked past me, his eyes suddenly glazed and when I turned, I saw that the brunet whose tongue had been up my asshole was sporting a huge hard on of his own, toward which the cock-addicted blond headed with determination. When last I saw them, they were rolling around on the floor in a rousing session of sixty nine. A small calm portion of my mind had decided what to do about the wife who'd hired me and the husband I’d followed. I was going to warn him about her suspicions — which was easy — and give her the money back because I hadn't turned up anything — which was hard — because I needed the money. I found him squatting in a corner by fireplace, resting, his limp dick hanging soggily to the carpet. I said, "Hooper, I'd like to talk to you for a moment."

He was startled to hear me call him by name, then he scowled, "What about?"

"Your wife, Helen. She —"

He put a finger to his lips. "Let's go into the back." He led the way down a corridor to a place that looked like a den, where he closed the door behind us and turned to face me. His eyes moved up and down my body, pausing at my cock for a moment while he licked his lips. He forced his eyes back up to my face. "Now — what's this about Helen?"

"I'm a private dick," I said. "Your wife hired me to follow you. She thinks you're screwing around with another woman."

He laughed, then turned grim. "And what do you want for keeping quiet about who I'm really screwing around with?"

That surprised me. I'm sometimes devious, but blackmail doesn't fit in with my working philosophy. I said, "Nothing. I'm even considering giving your wife her money back. Just be more careful in the future."

"If this ever got out," Hooper said nervously. "I mean, nobody knows I'm gay —"

"Your secret is safe with me," I said, turning to go.

But apparently my assurance wasn't good enough. A sixth sense made me detect the aggressive movement and I bent my head so that the blow I received was a glancing one. Even so — it was enough to stun me, and I went down to the floor. I noticed that Hooper had a mad look on his face as he raised the telephone for another blow to finish me off and make deathly certain that his secret was safe. I had no qualms about lifting my foot forcefully into his crotch, catching him in the balls with enough vigour to make his eyes cross. The bastard! What the hell was wrong with being gay? I reached up and grabbed his balls and tightened my fist around them until he winced and shrieked and then passed out in agony.

I telephoned his wife Helen to tell her the good news that her hubby was not screwing around with another woman — that he was gay and liked to suck cocks and stick his wayward dong in other fellows' poop-chutes. Oddly enough, she believed me. Or maybe it wasn't so odd after all. Who can figure women? Not me.

I went into the living room to gather my clothes and leave. The place smelled like a gymnasium locker room and sweaty naked bodies were sprawled out everywhere. But I could still detect a lot of life in those cocks, mouths and asses. Who knew when I'd get another great fringe benefit out of a case? I tossed my clothes in a corner, went into the center of the room, and announced in a loud clear voice, "Okay, fellows. I've got a private dick here that's about to go public. Who wants to be first?" The rush was on — and a grand time was had by all.