Married Hunk by William Cozad I was standing in the rain on the blacktop at Bay Meadows racetrack. Jesus, I'd picked another loser. A goddamn horse that hadn't won a race in two years flew down the stretch like Secretariat in the Belmont. The jockey riding the favorite - which had just lost me a roll of bills - greeted with boos after finishing out of the money. Someone yelled at him that he'd already won his race for the month. Another man shouted that he should go back to Turt Paradise because he couldn't handle the big time. I'd torn up every ticket today. Gone were my hopes of breaking even. I was becoming a racetrack bum. No matter how good a job I had, I quit it as soon as it interfered with my life at the track. I'd rather win an exacta bet than be the boss at work. The action at the track got my juices flowing. I felt alive. Winning, you were on top of the mountain; losing, you were lost at sea. I'd rather have my future determined by a race in under two minutes than by the stock market with all its insider trading. When I walked back into the grandstand to get out of the rain, I walked right into a familiar face - Eddie from high school. I hadn't seen him in five years. I'd been in the Navy in San Diego and started going to Del Mar, the oval by the sea, where I got into betting horses. Eddie was one hunky number. A hot-blooded Italian kid, he was the type who defined the expression "Italian stallion," from what I remembered of his equipment in the locker room at school. "How the hell are you?" he asked, pumping my paw. "I'm OK; it's the horses that are bad. Shit luck. I haven't chased a ticket all day." "Tell me about it. I dumped on the favorite in the last race, screwed and tattooed." "I didn't know you liked horses," I said. "They don't like me! Jeez, my old lady will kill me. I blew another unemployment check." "I didn't know you were married." "Yeah, a girl from San Fernando Valley. Not one of those 'fer sure' bitches. She's beautiful, but she hates my gambling habit." It shouldn't have surprised me that Eddie turned out to be a gambler. He was always hanging out at the pool hall, hustling pool. Me? I think I used gambling to escape from life. No one was going to leave me a bundle, so maybe I could get it off a horse. "I'm tapped out," Eddie said. "I'd better go home and face the music. She'll scream at me, but she'll get over it. She said it was her or the horses, that I should take my pick. So I told her I was thinking it over. That really pissed her off." "Got any kids?" "Yeah, a daughter. Looks just like her mamma." "Looks to me like you've got a good life," I said. "It sucks. I didn't plan to get married. I'm doing construction work, but there's not much happening during the rainy season. Tired of fighting with the wife, so I go to the track. It helps pass the time." "Let me get us a drink," I said. My bankroll wasn't too bad; I'd been getting some winners until the rain started. At the bar on the upper level, I bough Eddie a double shot o whiskey and got myself a beer. Beer was the hardest stuff I would touch; I didn't need getting drunk as an excuse for losing. I might be a degenerate gambler, but I wasn't stupid. The eight and feature race was coming up. I'd had a bunch all day about a horse called Appealing to You by the stud Court Ruling. The horse won when you least expected it. They'd shipped in Devil's Bridge from down south, who was bet down to even money. I put 20 bucks on Appealing to You and crossed my fingers. From the bar, we watched the race on the television monitor. The rain was really pouring down. The horses were in the gate, the flag was up, they were off, and the race was on. The track announcer had trouble with the call because of the flying muck on the jockey's silks and horse's blankets. Down the stretch, where the real running begins, Appealing to You emerged the clear leader and won by daylight, laughing all the way home. The favorite finished a distant second. "How did you know?" Eddie asked. "Luck. That's what it all comes down to, no matter what the handicapping statistics are. Horses are flesh and blood creatures; they don't win the way they're supposed to on paper. Appealing to You is a good mudder and wins when you don't expect her to." "Seven to one odds. That's great." "Want another drink?" "Yeah, don't mind if I do." The other races on the program weren't worth betting on. I knew I'd had my luck and wasn't about to put it all back. I'd taken the bus to the track, and Eddie had his pickup truck in the lot. He insisted on giving me a ride, and I insisted on buying him a bottle of Seagram's and a six-pack of Bud for myself at a liquor store on El Camino, near the track. "I sure hate to go home," Eddie said. "Then don't. Let's celebrate." "What the hell, I'm in the doghouse anyway," Eddie said, laughing. I'd thought about Eddie alot since graduation, whenever I thought about those carefree high school days. He was movie-star handsome, with black, wavy hair and sparkling blue eyes. Muscular from sports and now from all that construction work, he had hard biceps, a rippled chest, beefy thighs, and a well-packed basket. Eddie parked the pickup in an isolated spot near the train tracks. He nipped on the bottle of whiskey while I swilled suds. "Sure great to see you again," he said. "You were in the Navy, right?" "Yeah. Never got aboard a ship during my hitch, though. I was a landlubber sailor." "What kind of work do you do now?" "Nothing. I'm between office jobs. I get bored, so I go to the track." "I know what you mean. Are you married?" "Nope." "Got a special girl?" I shook my head. Here was my big chance to spill the beans and tell butch Eddie with the sexy beard stubble that his old high school buddy was gay. He'd probably throw me out of his truck and leave me stranded in the pouring rain. You take your chances. "I don't like girls," I said. He looked puzzled but took another gulp of whiskey. "Know what you mean. I got burned by a few myself. But you chase them until they catch you." "I'm queer as a $3 bill." He laughed. "A sissy you aint; I know that. We played sports together, remember?" "Let's get one thing straight: I'm not." "You serious?" "Yeah. I found out in the Navy." "Around men all the time, you forget women. You can't be that way. I don't believe it. Tell me you're joking." "It's the way I am - gay, queer, fruit, fag, fairy." "You're still a nice guy." "I always though you were the best looking guy I'd ever seen. I've seen thousands of men in the Navy. For your type, you're gorgeous." "You're the lucky one," he said. "Lucky in gambling but not with love." "You like men for real? What can yo do with another man?" "Suck, fuck, mutual masturbation, rim. You name it; you can do it. Only difference between a man and a woman is that a man has a handle to turn him over with." Eddie looked serious. I don't know if he was drunk or mulling over what I said. There was silence as the rain came down in sheets, hitting the top of the metal cab. "You, uh, suck dick?" "A born cocksucker." "Weird. Man, my old lady says that's dirty and disgusting. She's never sucked my cock." "Something like this going to waste is a sin." "You wanna suck my dick" Eddie asked. I didn't answer. I just unbuttoned his fly and pulled his tiff cock out of his white cotton briefs. Hard, it was bigger than I thought it would be. It was uncut and drooled clear precome. I jacked the loose foreskin over the bloated cock head. "Suck it, man. Suck my fucking dick. I ain't had a blowjob since I got married. I love head." I looked at his silver wedding band and sort of expected he'd take it off, like a gay priest might turn his collar around before going down on a parishioner. "I'm so fucking horny; I ain't had any ass in over a week." I freed his big, come-laden balls and held his cock head while flicking my tongue over his hard, veiny shaft. I swabbed my tongue over his slit and tasted his salty goo. "Eat me. Eat my fucking dick." I curled my lips around his flared, rosy cock head and sucked down past the corona. I jacked his shaft while I sucked. "Oh, Christ, that feels good. Blow me, man." His cock responded to my suction, becoming red and swollen. I tasted not only his precome but the residue of head cheese under his foreskin. His hairy bush was black and wiry, tickling my nose when I deep-throated that giant cock down to the balls. Seeing his big, sweaty balls jiggling made me spit out his dick and lick his balls. "Oh, fuck. Lick my nuts. Put them in your mouth." Those bull nuts were big, but I sucked on each of them, bathing them with spit,a nd I managed to gobble up both of them in my mouth at the same time. I remembered that Eddie was a southpaw as he started his cock with his left hand while I chewed on his balls. His silver wedding band gleamed in the light. I could tell by his heavy breathing and by the hardness of his cock that he was getting ready to shoot. But I wasn't about to let this dream blowjob of a lifetime end so fast. Taking over the action, I shoved his hand away. He understood that I wanted to slow it down and make it last. He ran his fingers through my hair as I fastened my lips around his big cock and started sucking him slowly and massaging his balls. My spit dripped down his shaft, matting his black bush, making the hairs glisten. Eddie was a tit man; he unbuttoned my shirt, and the next thing I knew, he was pinching my tits. That really got my motor running, and precome oozed out of my dick. "Faster. Suck me faster. Oh, man, I wanna come. Wanna come in your fucking mouth." I went to town, slurping that construction worker's big meat. I massaged my tonsils on that monster meat, making it even bigger and hard as iron. "Oh, son of a bitch. I'm gonna shoot, gonna shoot my fucking load into a dude's mouth. Take it, cocksucker. Take my fucking load." I don't remember any other cock exploding like that, like a stick of dynamite in my mouth. I was an accomplished sucker of all sizes and colors, but this Italian rod made me gag. Determined to not lose any of delicious jism, I clamped my mouth on that cock like the jaws of life and got spurt after spurt. It seemed like gallons of hot Italian fuck juice. He was still tweaking my tits, and as soon as I tasted his creamy, sweet jism in my mouth, I shot my wad in my shorts. "You suck like a champ, man. I ain't never had a blowjob like that in my life." "Only another guy can make it feel that way," I said. I was surprised that Eddie's cock stayed hard. He was so manly and looked even better than he had as a high school kid. Girls said he looked like John Travolta, but I always thought Eddie was more macho and oozed more sex appeal. He took another slug of the whiskey and smiled that engaging smile of his. His blue eyes twinkled. "I wanna fuck you." "Yeah?" "I never had a girl who'd let me butt-fuck her, but I think asses are sexy." I looked at him. "I'm queer, but I'm still a man." "You mean you don't - I thought you ..." I was stalling. Trust was, I'd kill for a cock like his up my ass, but I didn't want him to know that yet. I wanted Eddie to work on me. I wanted him to beg for it, like he probably had to do with his wife. "I don't let just anyone make love to me. Yea, that's right, fucking ass is lovemaking, connecting two people physically as well as spiritually. Comprende?" Before Eddie knew what was happening, I flew into his arms and pressed my lips against his luscious thick lips. I'd only dreamed of kissing him and didn't think it would be possible; I know that kissing is the last thing some straight guys will do. But I wanted Eddie to kiss me before he fucked me. I was a hopeless romantic. I stroked his stiff prick while he kissed me. I practically shoved my tongue down his throat. He responded to the sloppy soul kiss and sucked on my tongue. Throughout all my whoring around in the Navy, I did most of the fucking. It took a real man to fuck me, because I played hard to get. But I wanted Eddie to fuck me more than anyone I'd ever seen before. I wanted it to be supergood for him. Oh, God, I wanted him to think of me when he fucked his wife. "You want my duck up your ass; I can tell," he said, coming up for air. "My ass is hotter and tighter than any pussy you've ever had. You fuck me, and you'll never be happy with women again.." I stripped off every bit of my clothes, stuffed then behind me, and leaned against the passenger door of the pickup. It didn't matter that it was chilly or that we were isolated in a truck cab. Our breath steamed up the windows, and the rain beat down on the metal roof and bed. Eddie dropped his jeans and shorts down around his hips and kneeled on the seat. He crammed my hole with his giant cock, which was now dripping syrupy precome, and stayed still for a moment. "Fuck me, you hot stud," I begged. Eddie went to work on my ass like the Italian stallion he indeed was. He pumped my asshole and made me really feel his thrusting, butt-churned cock strokes. I held on to his undulating, muscular ass cheeks while he rammed his cock in and out, in and out of my clutching asshole. "Man, this is so good. Hot, fucking tight ass. Take it. Take my big cock." I'd show him who could take it. I moved my ass around and fucked him back while he fucked me hard, his big bull nuts slapping wildly against my ass cheeks. "Oh, motherfucker, I'm gonna come. Gonna shoot my come up your ass. Take it, bitch." His cock went off like a bomb up my ass. Streams of come flooded my guts. Getting fucked had never felt like this before. I clamped my ass muscles around his cock and siphoned every drop out of his heavy balls. I was hardly aware that he had triggered a climax in me until my jism just erupted from my cock and my asshole had spasms around his throbbing prick. Eddie's cock eventually softened and slipped out of my asshole. I could feel his come tricking down my thighs. His cock was covered with slime and come, and he wiped it off on my pubic bush and smeared my puddle of come in with it. "Unbelievably hot sex," he said. "Yup. You're like that champion racehorse Tom Rolfe, which they couldn't get to breed no matter what they tried. One day, an old black stable hand gave the horse a pint of whiskey, and the stud fucked. But he wanted the whiskey every time before he did it again. True story." "You didn't have to get me drunk. I wanted to do it anyway." "I couldn't take the chance that you wouldn't." Eddie insisted on driving me all the way home. I told him to call me sometime, not expecting him to. I'd had broken promises and shattered dreams before. as it turned out, he got work at a construction site not far from where I live, and he came over to my place every day after work to get down. Married men, I learned, were horny and willing to experiment and satisfy you. Eventually Eddie took another job, with a construction company in Phoenix, and left the state. I never saw him again, but I still think about him sometimes when it's pouring rain and I'm standing out on the blacktop at the track. The End