"Hot Stuff!"

Want to know what turns me on? I'm walking down a crowded street and some guy bumps into me and I smell that heady mixture of sweat and hot skin and a bit of leather from the jacket he's wearing and I feel that rush. You know what I mean? I want to take that guy into the alley and pull down his pants and bend him over and fuck his bare ass right there in the hot afternoon sun! I don't want to know his name or what he likes to drink or whether he listens to opera-- Hell, I don't give a fuck! I just want to hear him grunt and feel that furry ass under my hands as I pump into him. I can smell my own cum dripping out of him. I can see the worn Levi's crumpled around his ankles, hobbling him so he can't move in those worn boots of his. He wears jockeys and they're a little stained. While he's still bending over, his cock jerking in his hand, his ass-cheeks shaking, the print of my fingers still outlined in his pale flesh where I gripped his waist, I take my knife out of its sheath and cut off his underwear and put it in my pocket. I slap his ass once, watching the skin blush. Then I turn and walk away. Neither one of us ever said a word. That turns me on.

Or maybe it's a sassy drag queen parading down the street in the evening, long muscular legs silken smooth in black nylon, patent pumps with high fuck-me heels, and an ass that gets me so hot just looking at it I start to shake. Oh, yes. But she's a lady and I know she won't stand for me dragging her into a filthy alley. No way. So I buy her a drink and watch her long fingers play with the string of pearls around her neck and listen to that breathy voice. I wonder how long her cock is...where her cock is... when I can see it.

"Do you have a light?" she says.

Gawd, it's Marlene Dietrich. I'm getting hot for Marlene Dietrich.

"Come on," I say. "I've got a fucking torch at my place."

So we get there and I start to take off my shirt.

"Have you got any candles?" she says, looking around. She walks across my living room like she's on a runway, or something.

That ass, high and round. Muscular. Gawd!

So I find some old white candles and I light them. I wonder if I'm going to have to redecorate the whole fucking apartment before I see some skin. I watch her deep brown eyes grow large and lustrous in the golden light and at last she begins to take off her clothes and I see small cinnamon tits emerge and I lick them and suck them and chew on them. We go to bed. Those large fluttering hands are suddenly strong and sinewy. I feel them kneading my ass, parting my cheeks and in she plows with that invisible dick.

Yes! Yessss!

I shout, clench my hands, arching my back. Her perfume is all around me. I cum. The sheet sticks to my stomach as I buck, my asshole clutching that dick I've never seen. It's weird, but this, too, is hot.

But sometimes it's hot just to lie together and feel your furry chest and the thump, thump of your heart. Like now, stud.

Just like now....