Fucking is universal language

Author: Christopher Pierce

I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN the words stared out at me from the computer screen, and my dick hardened in my shorts.

It was a hot summer night, and I was sitting shirtless on the floor of my small apartment, after 10:00 PM on a Thursday. I was cruising a local gay on-line computer bulletin board. Sure, it sounds a little retro, but the problem with the all-powerful Internet is that you can get it on with a guy, get all ready to go to his place and fuck his brains out, and then find out he lives in England.

Not anymore, not for me.

The local boards may be low-tech, but at least the guys you’re cruising are usually in your own city.

So I was hanging around, just seeing who was on-line. After I sent some greetings to a couple of my friends, I wondered if anything exciting was going to happen tonight.

I didn’t have to worry.

I got called into a chat by a user called “GREEKSTUD”. That sounded promising, and he must be new because I hadn’t seen him on-line before.

Hey how you doing? I typed.

I OKAY BUT SPEAK ENGLISH NOT GOOD was the response.

That’s okay, I answered, what are you into?

I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN he typed. Well that was refreshing, I thought — most guys make a lot of small talk before getting around to what everybody’s after, sex. But this guy was honest from the start. I liked that.

But I was at least a little skeptical.

Why do you think you can fuck me good? I asked.

I SEE YOUR PICTURE ON THE BOARD — YOU hot guy he answered. I had posted a photograph of myself on-line so people would know who they were talking to if they chatted with me. His directness was getting me more and more interested in him.

Can I see a picture of you? I wrote.

NO I JUST GET ON THE BOARD I POST NO PICTURE YET was the answer.

But that was okay. I had a feeling this was going to be about chemistry, not looks.

I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN he added again.

My left hand slid off my desk down into my crotch, slowly starting to rub my awakened cock. It felt good. I liked how this guy was making me feel — raw, hot, sexy.

What would you do to me? I asked.

I GET YOU DOWN ON FLOOR HANDS AND KNEES TAKE YOU FROM BEHIND, MAKE LOVE TO YOU LIKE A MAN AND MAKE YOUR BODY SING…

My hand slid into my shorts and grabbed my cock, starting to jerk it up and down. It was a little awkward jacking off with my underwear on but I was having too much fun, I wasn’t going to take the time to take them off.

I wanted to read more from the Greek Stud.

NO OTHER MAN FUCK YOU LIKE I FUCK YOU he typed.

Why not? I asked What’s so special about you?

ME REAL MAN was his answer. I KNOW HOW TO PLEASURE YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE

I pumped my dick in my fist, imagining what it’d be like to be with a man, instead of the twinks I normally fucked around with.

You sound like one hot Greek Stud I wrote.

ARE YOU STROKE YOUR COCK? was his answer.

Yes, I typed, thinking of you fucking me.

I STROKE ALSO he wrote, I ALMOST COME

Me too, I’m ready to come now…

SEE ME FUCK YOU IN YOUR MIND

Oh yeah! Fuck me, Greek Stud!

I FUCK YOU GOOD, MAN!

And I came, squirting spunk all over my chest. After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash it off, I sat back down at my computer.

Wow! I wrote That was great!

ME TOO he answered YOU VERY HOT MAN

Do you want to meet me? I asked.

IS OKAY ME SPEAK BAD ENGLISH? he wrote.

Don’t worry, I assured him, Fucking is the universal language.

I NO UNDERSTAND he typed after a few seconds.

Yes you do, you just don’t know it yet.

I WANT YOU HERE NOW!

Where are you?

He keyed in his address and I copied it onto a piece of paper.

I’m on my way I wrote.

GOOD MAN he answered.

What’s your name? I asked.

ALEXANDER he answered, GREEK STUD.

His place wasn’t far, only about fifteen or twenty minutes away. After ten more minutes spent searching for a parking place, I stopped my car and got out. I found Alexander’s apartment and paused before knocking.

Was this totally stupid? I wondered suddenly. It was so hot talking with him over the computer, but this was reality. What if there was no attraction? What if he had been lying?

It didn’t matter, I realized.

It didn’t matter if he was ugly.

It didn’t matter if he was too old for me.

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t speak English well.

All that mattered was that whoever was behind that door was passionate, and passion is what I wanted that night.

I knocked on the door, and it was opened.

Again, I needn’t have worried.

Alexander was stunning.

In his mid to late thirties, he had classic, noble features that were were smooth and statuesque. His hair was a mess of thick, lustrous black curls. The skinny tank top and shorts he was wearing couldn’t conceal the chiseled body beneath. His muscles were beautiful and strong, and his rock-hard pecs were adorned with large dark-colored nipples.

“You my man?” Alexander asked in a heavily accented voice. I smiled and nodded.

“I’m your man.” I said. He grinned at me, his smile revealing rows of pearl-like teeth.

“Then get in here!” he said, grabbing my wrist in one hand. He pulled me to him, then bent down and with the other hand slung me across his shoulders. I laughed in surprised delight as Alexander hoisted me up into the air. Carrying me like a wrestler would his opponent, he brought me into his apartment and kicked the door shut. From my vantage point, I couldn’t see much of his place besides the old carpeting on the floor.

But I had other senses — I felt that the apartment was warm, saw that the lights were dimmed and smelled that a man lived here. I glanced up at the room and in one corner saw a bench press setup, with barbells and everything. A ripped towel had been tossed over the bench, and I felt a sudden desire to grab that towel and press it to against my nose and mouth. I wanted to breathe in Alexander’s odors — the stink of his sweat, the musk of his crotch…

I wondered how many drops of perspiration had dripped off his body during his workouts, soaking into the carpet and infusing the whole place with their rank, powerful scent.

The Greek Stud carried me across the room to an old couch that was pushed against the featureless wall. It was fun being carried like that — to just be slung over another man’s shoulders and taken wherever he wanted me. It was a pure gesture of excitement and desire, the opposite of pretension — utterly sincere and nakedly honest. Alexander might not have had the eloquence of a common language to express how he felt, but he was telling me how hot he thought I was with his actions. It was sweet, charming and sexy — my cock was hardening as he took me toward the sofa.

But he didn’t put me down. As if changing his mind, he adjusted me on his shoulders and turned away from the couch toward the tiny kitchen nook.

“What are you doing?” I asked. Alexander stopped for a second, then answered in his broken English.

“I like you up there.” he said. “You feel good there. You like?”

“Uh-huh!” I said, laughing. “I like it a lot!” He carried me around his apartment a few times, and it was hot, being in the power of this big hot Greek wrestler guy. Then

he took me to an old mattress on the floor that was pushed up

against the wall near the bench press. That must have been

what he used for a bed. Alexander put me down on the mattress, which smelled strongly of him, and maybe something else — sex? I wondered how many acts of carnal passion had taken place on this mattress. I grinned when I thought that after tonight a few more would have to be added to that list.