The Gay Tijuana Bible Reader
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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: The Tijuana Bible Reader has attained legendary status among collectors of gay literature. It is a collection of some of the most famous erotic short stories and novelettes sold in Tijuana in the 1950s abnd 1960s. These are the stories boys tell each other at bars, the erotic fantasies gay men all have at one time or another.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [290 KB]
Reading time: 204-285 min.
It had begun many years before. At first Phil had feared the hot-blooded giant, and the strength that rose so unexpectedly between his legs to tantalize and plague him. But as time went by, he found the fascinating pleasure of this sturdy symbol of his increasing manhood. As his solid young body matured, he discovered the growing power of his masculinity, and more important, he discovered other young men only too willing to relieve these pressures that surged within him.
Phil was nineteen and had been in the Navy for almost a year. Gone were the days of high school track and swimming meets, gone the fumbling activities in the dark corners of the gym, gone the uncertainty of adolescence. Blond-haired, brown-eyed, slim but solidly muscled, Phil was ready to leave the innocence of youth for experience-trained manhood.
The hungry giant within him had been unsatisfied for many days when Jack suggested a moonlight swim at a secluded beach. Phil knew how Jack would relieve the long-contained desire--as he had once before--and he accepted the invitation.
The scene was set. The voice came willingly. The teacher was ready...
"Just like I said-nice and private, huh?" Jack was twenty-two or twenty-three and solidly proportioned. His hair was curly and dark, and his features were strong and mature. His white sailor's jacket clung to his powerful shoulders and narrowed slightly at his waist, and his trousers bound tightly to his solid legs, forming a heavy bulge at his crotch. "I told you I knew a good place."
"Yeah, it looks pretty good." Phil's face was cleanly handsome, reflecting a mixture of youthful innocence and masculine maturity, and his body was trimly built. His deep brown eyes squinted as he looked out toward the ocean and moistened his narrow lips slowly. "I could sure go for a swim in the raw!"
"There'll be time for that later," Jack grinned, pulling up his jacket and rubbing one hand over the taut bronzed flesh covering his solid belly. "How about a drink?"
Jack picked up the pint bottle from the blanket spread on the sand, jerked off the cork and pressed it to his lips, swallowing hard. Then he passed it to Phil. As the younger sailor drank more slowly, more cautiously, Jack turned and pulled his jacket and T-shirt off over his head and sprawled on the blanket. Twisting on his back, he folded his arms under his head and watched the youth with a pleased smile. Then he stretched hard, rubbing one hand over the soft hair matting his full chest, and chuckled with pleasure.
"Want another?" Phil asked, stooping over and offering the bottle.
"You know what I want," Jack grinned, as he took the bottle again. "C'mon and relax."
As Jack drank, Phil stripped to the waist and joined him on the blanket. Phil's chest was full-curved and smooth, and his torso slimmed sharply to his narrow waist and trim hips. His flesh was evenly tanned and taut over smooth, rippling muscles. He was young and virile and athletic, like a blond statue come to life.
"How'd you ever find this beach, Jack?"
"A guy I met brought me down here." Jack passed the bottle to Phil. "We spent the night and nobody bothered us."
Lying side by side on their backs, the two young men talked softly, each enjoying the numbing sensation of the liquor and the mild night air against their flesh. At length Phil closed his eyes and relaxed, feeling the warmth of Jack's body almost touching his. Then Jack's hand was on the youth's chest, making lazy circular patterns over the smooth, tingling flesh, pausing to rub insistently over the wide, flat nipples at either side. Then the hand continued slowly over the taut stomach, the depression at the navel, the slight curve of the abdomen, to the stiff cloth of Phil's trousers. Jack's fingers pressed firmly down over the sailor's pants to his crotch and dug deep into the cloth, testing the tempting flesh beneath. Then he drew his hand back and placed it on Phil's belly once more, this time forcing his fingers down inside the trousers, inside the shorts, deep into the warmth of the youth's groin--the crisp pubic hair, the firm, loose cock, the full, slippery balls.
Phil opened his eyes and grinned. He saw Jack gazing down at him keenly, the sparkling whiteness of his even smile, the solid curves of his muscular shoulders and arms, the fullness in his low-hanging trousers. He felt the fingers grip his genitals firmly, and then Jack was rolling over on top of him, pinning him down with his strong, young body.
"Take off your pants, Phil," Jack murmured excitedly. "Let's get going!"
Jack rolled away and sat up, unfastening his own trousers hastily and jerking them from his body. More slowly, Phil rose to his knees and began working his pants down from his hips and over his legs.
"You're too slow, buddy," Jack exclaimed, gripping Phil by the shoulders, and forcing him back on the blanket. For a moment he poised over the younger sailor, his nakedness edged with moonlight, his full, loose dick slowly growing stiff as the hot blood poured into its increasing length. His fingers gripped Phil's shorts, pulling them from his hips, pressing them down over his muscular thighs and legs, catching his trousers and yanking them from his ankles. "That's better!" His palms raced back and forth over Phil's genitals for a moment. "Shit, that feels good!" Then he threw himself, warm and naked and eager, on top of the waiting youth.
Phil felt the clean strength of Jack's body pressing down on him; he felt the powerfully muscled arms embracing him, forcing their bodies even closer together; he felt the exciting stimulation fill his groin as Jack's potent dick and balls rubbed against his own steadily; he felt the smoldering embers of desire within him burst into bright flames. A sharp cry broke from his throat.
"That's the way!" Jack whispered excitedly, pinning Phil on his back once more. He forced one hand between their bodies and gripped Phil's organs, rubbing them slowly. "Shit, that feels good. You sure are hung, buddy!"
Then Jack rose and sank back on his haunches, straddling Phil's legs. Smiling with anticipation, he let his eyes move slowly over the handsome, masculine figure lying before him. "Damn nice!" He placed his hands on Phil's legs and moved them slowly toward the youth's groin. His fingers slipped beneath Phil's large, loose balls, gripping them for a moment, then letting them fall free again. "I like a guy with big balls--the bigger the balls, the better the juice." His hand moved to the huge cock jutting thick and long and brittle-hard from Phil's crotch. His fingers wrapped around it and pulled slowly up and down its length. He rubbed his thumb lightly over the broad, flat head of the organ, feeling the dampness that had already begun to rise from within it. "Okay, buddy, I'm going to drain that bastard good!"
Jack dropped forward on top of Phil, his mouth pressed to the tanned flesh of his chest. His lips and tongue raced over the smooth, well-molded torso, nibbling, nuzzling, kissing. Waves of increasing excitement shot through Phil's body, and his breathing became sharp and strained as Jack's face moved closer and closer to his crotch and the climax waiting there. Then Jack's lips were pressed to the taut head of the throbbing pole, his tongue sweeping over it, his mouth consuming its potent length.
Phil groaned with delight as the rhythmic pressure began to gnaw at the dam holding back the flood within the youth. He closed his eyes, the undeniable demand for satisfaction growing within him, the passionate stimulation from Jack's experienced lips tearing at his groin. Every muscle of his body seemed to tense to the breaking point, and suddenly he sat up gripping Jack's head and forcing his cock to its ultimate in his throat.
"I'm gonna blast! I can't hold it! I'm gonna come!"
Jack reared up, wrapping his arms about Phil's thighs, and sliding his palms beneath his hips. He jerked the youth upward, taking the trembling cock completely into his mouth and feeling a shudder of ultimate excitement tear through the young sailor's body. Phil threw his head back and cried out hoarsely as his dick jerked uncontrollably and the first huge blast of thick liquid smashed into Jack's throat. Enveloped in a fury of passion, Phil felt burst after burst pour from his virile organ, and he fell back weakly, still forcing his organ into Jack's throat automatically. Jack continued to draw heavily on the trembling cock until the liquid flowed more and more slowly and finally stopped. Then he lowered the youth to the blanket again and slowly licked his tongue over the relaxing genitals.
Phil lay back, exhausted. He threw one arm over his eyes, and his full chest rose and fell sharply with his heavy breathing. Jack smiled and stretched out beside him.
"Damn good, huh?" the older sailor said quietly. "A lot better than back at the base when you couldn't strip or lie down or anything." He turned on his side and ran his fingertips lightly over Phil's smooth, sweat-damp chest. "I didn't know you'd like it so much or I'd have brought you down here the first time instead of messing around behind the barracks."
Phil pulled his arm from over his eyes and grinned at Jack. "Criminie, I never knew anything could feel so good!"
Jack chuckled. "Here's something else that feels plenty good." He grasped his own stiff rod firmly and pushed it toward Phil. "Ever play with a hot one?"
"Sure," Phil said positively, covering his inexperience. "In high school a couple of times. Sometimes we'd jack each other off." To prove his point, he reached over and gripped Jack's rigid dick with one hand firmly. He moved his fingers along its warm, potent length slowly, watching the ivory-smooth head gleam in the moonlight. "Gees, you've got a fine one!" he exclaimed in admiration. "Want me to pound it a little for you?"
"Bend over and get your lips around it, Phil. Like I did for you."
"I--I don't know--if I can," the young sailor stammered, staring at the tantalizing tool.
"Sure you can," Jack coaxed. "Try it--just a little."
Phil looked up at Jack for a short, hesitant moment, and then, sucking in a deep breath, he dropped his face to his friend's groin. Holding the potent meat upright in his hand, he pressed his lips to it. He let his tongue slip through to wash over the solid head, and then suddenly his lips opened to draw it into his mouth. He sucked hard for a moment, trying desperately to take it all in one swallow, and then he gagged. Coughing, he pulled back.
"I can't, Jack," he murmured. "I-can't."
"Try it again, Phil," Jack urged tensely. "You'll get the hang of it."
"Here, I'll fix it up for you," Jack exclaimed eagerly. "Be ready to take it when it goes!"
Jack gripped his cock with one hand, holding his powerful balls with the other, and began to rub the rigid flesh rhythmically. Phil stared with fascination as the organ seemed to grow even longer and stiffer. Jack was breathing hard now, his body tense, his muscles jerking from time to time as the excitement increased within him.
"Get ready! Get down there, Phil!"
Drawn as though hypnotically, Phil crouched beside Jack, his eyes fixed on the hand racing rapidly up and down the inflamed organ. He saw the fingers of Jack's other hand working over his convulsing balls, and he felt a pounding excitement welling up inside his own virile young body.
"Now!" Jack gasped. "Take it! Drink it down!"
For an instant, Phil's world seemed to stand still. Before him he saw the handsome, naked youth lying on his back, legs spread, hips raised, rigid cock in his fingers. He heard Jack's panting breath, saw his tense expression, felt something of the powerful excitement that was overwhelming this naked man. The thick cock stood rigid from the nest of dark hair like an iron rod topped with a flange that gleamed with hardness, and a trace of this liquid bubbled up from the well in the center of it.
"Suck on it, Phil!"
Phil dropped his face to Jack's crotch, opening his mouth and accepting the quivering monster. His mind forgot the difficulty he had experienced before; now he thought only of consuming this trembling snake completely and drinking down its precious milk. He was only vaguely aware of the masculine body thrashing with passionate excitement, the hoarse breathing, the cries of pleasure. He felt only the wild stimulation of drawing the fiery pole into his throat, of rubbing his tongue over its throbbing length, of sucking deeply on its virility. Then in a confusion of passion and fury, of flesh and muscle, of darkness and light, the monster spit its first tremendous shower and followed it with another and another and another. Phil swallowed heavily, his lips dragging with an unending appetite at the source of the potent liquid.
"You're tearing me apart," Jack groaned weakly, falling back on the blanket.
Dazed, Phil felt an overwhelming reluctance fill him as the fierce giant in his throat began to weaken and grow soft. Numbly he drew away and sprawled beside Jack, caressing his sweat-streaked nakedness.
"Lemme rest a little," Jack murmured. 'Then we'll do it again--both of us. I'll teach you to be the best damn cocksucker in the Navy before we're done!"