Message-ID: <7365eli$9801161610@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Buck N X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: (NEW) Buddy Long in "Makin' Some Friends" (m/f, celebs, humor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <69moue$l0d@news.inforamp.net> This is the first of what I hope will be an ongoing series of stories featuring the sexual misadventures of Buddy Long, 'middle-aged male escort to the stars'. I would greatly appreciate hearing your comments. Thanks and enjoy, Buck N WARNING: The following is a piece of adult fiction and is NOT intended for minors or those who are easily offended. PROLOG Hollywood. You say that name to people and they immediately have visions of fame and fortune. Nothing but hot and cold running stars, and streets paved with glamour and glitz. Fact is though, it’s more like living inside a really noisy, smoggy light-bulb! Everybody’s out for themselves, and unless you’re somebody, nobody gives a shit about you. It’s all about greed and lust. If you got the cash, you can get whatever, or whoever, you want...and if you want the cash, you gotta be willing to give them what they really need! That’s where I come in. Buddy Long’s the name, and there’s plenty of names for what I do. Gigolo, playboy, hustler, male escort, boy-toy, you name it. Sure, I’m not much to look at, but then again, what balding, over-weight guy pushing forty-five is? Friends tell me I look like Dennis Franz’s fatter less-attractive brother, but hey, who needs friends anyway. The point is I got the equipment, and, more importantly, I know how to use it! God gives everybody a gift, or so I’m told. Some are great writers, or musicians, or artists. Others have a skill for sports. Others become great doctors or lawyers. What His All-Mighty bestowed upon me though is something altogether unique. Though I initially come off as just another fat slob with dandruff and a bad mustache on the outside, underneath beats the heart of a man who can satisfy any woman, anywhere, anytime, in ways that she’s never even dreamed of! How do I do it, you ask. Well, let’s just say I have, over the years, staked a reputation for myself with the more well-to-do ladies in town of being able to bring them to earth-shattering orgasm without even really trying. Plus, having a well-trained tool the size of Texas doesn’t hurt either! Hey, it’s a living... BUDDY LONG in “MAKIN’ SOME FRIENDS” by Buck N. ©1998 All rights reserved. mailto:buckn@hotmail.com It was a Friday night, and I found myself at yet another dull movie premiere bash. The usual faces were there. Jack, Clint, Arnold, Bruce and Demi. I was surprised to see so many big shots there considering the movie was such a load of horseshit. I mean, who writes this crap anyway? Farrah sent me a pass in lieu of payment for our last “date”. (That’s her word for it, not mine!) She’s a good old gal who really knows how to suck dick, so I figured, what the hell. I was making my way back to the bar for yet another complimentary beer when I felt a tap on my arm. Turning around, I found myself looking down the low-cut dress of a very cute, but overly perky amber-haired babe. “Um, hi”, she said, looking around like she was worried somebody might see her. I replied with a long deep belch. (Hey, what do you expect? Those beers were making me gassy!) She looked at me like I just told her I like to fuck my mother. “What’s up”, I said, staring down at her mighty fine set of jugs. She lowered her head so I could see her face. “Is your name Buddy?” She asked, finally getting my eyes to meet hers. Jesus, I thought, just how much does this broad spend on mousse anyway! Her hair looked like it must have cost her a few dimes, all slick and styled like it was. “Yeah, that’s me”, I said, blinking through my Budweiser haze. “So who’s asking?” Giving me that look like I should know who she was, I figured she must be somebody famous. Or at least somebody who thought she was famous. “My name’s Jennifer”, she said, clearly pissed at my failure to immediately recognize her. I stared at her, weaving a little. “Jennifer Aniston”, she finally added. “Oh right”, I said. “You’re on that show.” “That’s right”, she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “You’re the one who plays Chrissy.” “No”, she said, suddenly all confused. “Then you must be Janet, right?” “No”, she hissed, looking all around again. “You’re thinking of ‘Three’s Company’!” “Yeah, that’s it”, I said. “So which one are ya? I know ya ain’t that Mrs. Roper! She’s a real dog!” I laughed at my little joke (I’m always cracking myself up) but she just rolled her eyes. Shit, I thought, I figured I was paying her a compliment! “Look”, she said, suddenly taking my arm and pulling me towards a nearby table hidden behind some giant ferns. “I don’t really have much time.” “Hey”, I said, wondering what the hell this chick was on about. “What gives?” She sat me down and pulled up a chair next to mine. “I understand you provide a certain...um...service”, she finally said, after making sure nobody could see or hear us. “Yeah”, I said, knowing only too well what she was after. “I guess you could call it that.” She opened her purse and started digging around. “How much do you charge?” “Depends on what you’re in the mood for”, I said, a little stunned by how direct she was. “Here”, she said, handing me a card with a phone number on it. “Call me after 10pm. If I’m not there, leave a message and I’ll get back to you, okay?” “Well, all right”, I said, taking her card. Without another word, she got up and walked back into the crowd. I watched her sidle up to some big tall blonde pretty-boy. I don’t know who he was, but he was being interviewed on camera by that Prozac-popping bitch from ‘Entertainment Tonight’, Mary Hart (another unfortunate regular of mine). Jennifer squeezed up next to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. “Well, well”, I said to myself. “I guess poor little ‘blondie-boy’ doesn’t have what it takes to satisfy our little Ms. Aniston.” Normally I won’t take on any new clients without a referral, but this little cutie seemed ready to go, and my curiosity got the better of me. Phoning a little after 10 like she said, I left a message on her machine, and she called me right back. She sounded a little nervous on the phone, not as ballsy as she did earlier that evening. She gave me her address and I hopped in my trusty ‘84 Honda Civic and headed out. Like all of these Hollywood broads, she had the usual big rambling house hidden away somewhere in the hills. I rang the gate and she let me drive in. Getting to the door I knocked and Jennifer opened it almost immediately. “‘Friends’, right?” I said, grinning and pointing a finger. I had checked my Hollywood ‘Who’s-Who’ (better known as People magazine), and finally figured out who she was. “Yeah, that’s me”, she shrugged, smiling. She seemed a lot less icy than at the party. As I kissed her cheek on my way into the foyer I could smell the wine on her breath. I heard her stumble a little as she followed me into the living room, and I knew she was quite drunk. Flopping down on her big sectional couch I looked around the room. It was filled with the predictable designer furnishings I came to expect in these homes. “So what’s up for tonight” I said, watching her sit at the other end of the sofa. She was barefoot and wearing a very tight white t-shirt and faded blue jeans that hugged her hot slim body. I’m usually pretty good at spotting store-bought titties, but hers, though quite big, looked real to me. “I’ve never...um...done this before”, she said, trying not to look directly at me. “How’d you know who I was”, I asked. “Courteney told me about you”, she replied. I had no idea who she was talking about. “Which one’s she?” “Skinny, black hair, big butt”, she replied. “Oh wait”, I said. ”Now I remember her. She’s the one who likes it up the ass.” “You’re kidding me!” She laughed, her eyes suddenly getting real wide. “Oh yeah”, I recalled. “Couldn’t get enough of it. Howled like a banshee she did. I thought I was killin’ her, but she just kept screaming for more!” Turns out I had fucked Courteney in the past on several occasions, but she told me her name was Monica or something. Either way, I had to drop her from my Rolodex of regulars after a while. She was just a little too freaky, even for Buddy. When I wasn’t fucking the shit right out of her tight horny round ass, she insisted on sticking her long boney toes in my mouth! Drove her crazy, she said, but made me just sick. Sure she was generous when it came to paying for my services, but a professional guy, such as myself, has to maintain certain standards, y’know! All this weird-ass anal talk about Courteney was really starting to get our little Jenny all fired up. She got me a glass of wine (I asked for a Bud, but she was all out) and joined me at my end of the couch. Sipping from her own glass, she was finally starting to loosen up a bit. “So, tell me”, she said, looking me over. “Is it true what they say about you?” “And what’s that?” I was playing it real coy, knowing full well what she was going to ask me next. “Is it true you can make any woman cum, anywhere, at anytime?” “Guilty as charged, baby.” Man, I’m slick! “And just what would it take to prove your guilt to me?” She was getting pretty sly her own self! “Well, I’m afraid nothing in life is free, sweetheart.” Now I was all business. In my experience, the richer these bitches are, the tighter they hang onto their cash. I got to be firm if I’m going to make a living, y’know. “It’s fifty dollars, cash, if you want the whole enchilada, I’m afraid.” She looked at me like I was a talking dog. Why do these broads always flinch when I tell them how much it’s gonna cost? Hell baby, I’m worth it! She finally got up and fetched her purse. After carefully counting the bills, I stood up and started loosening my lucky hand-painted tie. The one with the busty hula-girl on it. It never fails to works it’s charms! “Wait, wait”, she said, struggling to get up. She skipped over to the stereo and hit the CD player. The room filled with soft jazz. “Okay, now I’m ready”, she giggled, hopping back onto the couch. I shrugged and continued my little show. One thing about women every man should know is that you can’t just stick it in there. They really get off on the foreplay. As Sigourney once told me, ”Hey, you can never gun a cold engine, Buddy!” After letting my short-sleeved, poly-cotton blend plaid shirt drop to the floor, Jennifer had a real good look at my hot torso. She hugged one of her big cushions, peeking over the top and giggled with sheer delight as I rubbed my meaty hands all over that big round furry ‘built-by-Budweiser’ belly of mine. Turning around I started to undo my pants, and not a moment too soon either. Watching little Jenny rolling around on that sofa was starting to get Mr. Long’s big dong real frisky, if you know what I mean! I let her gaze for a while at my moderately hairy back, speckled ever so lightly with tiny beads of sweat, as I eased my sky blue trousers off my beefy round ass cheeks. I heard her gasp with surprise as I revealed the neon-purple glow-in-the-dark thong hidden underneath. One of my favorite fool-proof turn-ons for the ladies! Well now the moment she’d really been waiting for had arrived. Turning to face her once again, I hooked my thumbs under the waist band and slowly started circling my hips in time to the music. One of the great perks about my job is seeing, time after time, the look of complete and utter amazement on the faces of all my satisfied customers as I finally reveal ‘the full monty’. Tonight was no exception. Unlike all those crap movies and television shows churned out by the idiots who run this town, the hype surrounding my ‘main attraction’ is well deserved. My dick was almost fully erect as I pushed that thong down past my pubes. It suddenly popped out and swung in the air as I let the waist band snap back up under my swollen, low-hanging hairy ball sac. Jennifer was noticeably impressed. “I never would have believed it if I hadn’t actually seen it”, she said in a low, steady voice. She shook her head and then laughed out loud with wonder. “I mean, I’m seeing it and I still don’t believe it!” Jennifer crawled off the couch and sat cross-legged on the floor at my feet, staring up at that massive pole swaying above her. She looked at it almost clinically, like some kind of weird animal you’d only see at the zoo, or something. “Just how big is it anyway?” She finally said, sitting up to get a better look. “Last I checked”, I said, smiling down at her. “About 12 inches.” “Wow”, she blurted out, and I saw her lips were starting to get moist. Another benefit of my particular line of work is the opportunity to observe (and experience!) the many varied sexual practices enjoyed by our more popular female celebrities residing in the Hollywood area today. It never ceases to amaze me just what these different women find pleasurable. You’d be surprised to learn that the girls who go out of their way to put on a “come-fuck-me” image are the ones who are the most conservative when it comes to ‘riding the big salami’. Take Madonna for instance. Loves showing off naked pictures of herself with all sorts of leather and animals, but hates having a dick in her throat. Whereas a girl-next-door type, like Courteney, can’t seem to get enough cock up her ass. Weird! Turns out Jennifer was no different than the rest. Sure she looks all wholesome and sweet on that show of hers, but get her full of wine and show her a nice big fat juicy nob and she starts acting like a freakin’ nymphomaniac! She asked (or should I say begged!) to have a taste of my long pulsing veiny dick. Not being one to deny my customers anything their hearts, or mouths desire, I let her tease my swollen purple mushroom-topped cock-head into her full wet pouty lips. She grabbed and squeezed at those round sweaty balls of mine, letting them roll around in her warm hands as she proceeded to take some long slow drags on my extra-long shaft. I could feel my pits and back start to get real wet with sweat as she massaged my meat with her warm wet tongue and lips. Man, could she ever give amazing head! Feeling my balls start to pump with pre-cum juices, I realized we had better get on with the business at hand before I lose my load and have to return my 50 bucks! I lifted Jennifer to her feet and tried to undo her jeans. She gently pushed my hands away and unzipped them herself. Sitting on the couch, she gingerly slid those pale denims down her long tanned legs, revealing to my pleasant surprise that the t-shirt she wore was actually a french-cut body suit. She curled her legs under her ass, and held out her arms inviting me to her. I struggled with my thong, finally wrestling it off my legs, and strolled over to her wearing nothing now but my black socks and Hush Puppies. Taking her by the waist, I swung her around so her absolutely flawless pear-shaped ass was in the air. She folded her arms on the back of the couch and spread her firm shapely thighs for me. I kept one hand on her firm round ass cheek as I skillfully undid those snaps. As that material sprang back revealing the honey-soaked prize underneath, I heard Jennifer let out a long deep-throated sigh. Man, was she gonna enjoy this, I thought! Along with my sizable appendage, I also possess a very long, very experienced tongue that knows every nook and cranny of a women’s nether regions. With swift darting stabs, I began to explore Jennifer’s sweet (and thankfully shaved) pussy. I could feel her every spasm and quake as I quickly found those magically sensitive spots that have eluded all her previous lovers. Ms. Aniston cooed softly as I began lapping at her hardening clit with clock-work precision. Soon her whole bottom was soaked with a slick shiny mixture of her juices, and my warm spit. She was now ready, and more than willing, for Part Two of my all-inclusive ‘Buddy Long Special Treatment’. “Oh my God”, she breathed as I moved her onto her back, and rested her ankles on my broad freckled shoulders. Pushing that body suit up past her tanned tits, I revealed their full roundness. I gently ran my hand over the nipples, squeezing gently as I went. I was happy to discover those knockers were all-natural. My extra-long dick found a resting spot in the cleavage of Jennifer’s sloppy wet snatch. I began to slowly move my hips back and forth, stroking that pebble-hard clit with the underside of my steely rod. Rolling her head back as she arched her spine, Jennifer slowly let her thighs drop to the sides. I could feel that juice coating my cock, lubing it up good for the job at hand. “Fuck me”, she finally whispered, putting her hands on my belly and rubbing them around. I could see those slim little fingers snaking all through my sweaty hairs. “I need it so bad.” Jennifer started to breath harder, in short sharp little gasps of anticipation, as I took my cock and placed that greasy shiny head against her opening. With a slow smooth steady thrust, I entered her, feeling her very warm, very moist walls engulf my monstrous manhood. She grabbed at the cushions, pulling them from their places, as my round belly came to rest on her firm golden-brown fat-free tummy. I was all the way inside her now! My hairy gravity-ridden balls lightly brushing up against her round little butt cheeks. I took her thighs in my hands and pushed her knees to her tits. Her toes were pointing straight up. Now came the time I revealed yet another of my practiced skills. With the muscle control of an Olympic athlete, I started rotating my cock ever so slightly inside her. She suddenly shot a look of utter astonishment at me as she felt the sensation of that independently gyrating cock within her! “Oh my God”, she repeated, but much louder this time. I spread her legs high and wide as I started to slowly pump that cock-hungry slit. All the while maintaining a perfectly steady swirling of my dick. She pounded the sofa with her fist as she felt her release starting to build! I increased my speed, hearing my wet fleshy skin slapping hard against her quivering body. Suddenly, and without any warning, she shuttered so violently her body exploded upwards and actually caught air! I could barely hang onto her as she landed back on the couch and started to rock and roll all over the damn place! Jennifer bit her lip hard as she let out this unbelievably loud moan. “Uuuunnnhhhh”, she bellowed, followed by a whole series of deep throaty grunts as she bucked her hips against my groin. She was knocking up against me so hard I thought I was going to fall over backwards! When the hell is this chick going to finally finish up, I wondered! At long last I could feel her start to relax. With one leg draped over my shoulder, she lazily wrapped her other foot back around my ass. I was taken aback as I felt her heel bump against my ass cheek, lightly pushing me into her. This just made my juices boil! “Shit, baby”, I said, staring at her in amazement. “You do want it bad, don’t ya?” Jennifer slowly nodded her head as she pushed her sweat soaked hair away from her pretty face. “Oh yeah”, she sighed. I couldn’t hold it back any longer! Rolling her hard nipples between my stubby fingers, I started fucking that pussy again, delighted to feel her muscles clenching around my pulsing shaft. As my balls started to pump I huffed and puffed like I was going to have a fuckin’ heart attack! “Awwwww, shit!” I yelled, feeling that geyser of cum start to erupt! Jennifer suddenly bolted back a bit and my raging cock escaped from her slick jizz-milking hole. It popped up and a half-dozen ropes of thick white-hot jizz arced across her torso, landing mostly on her face and hair! “Holy fuck”, I shouted as I watched that cream smack onto her cheeks and lips. She slowly rolled her face from side to side, licking up all that cum painted onto her mouth. Tracing her finger tips over her messy tits, she scooped up even more of that milky liquid, and brought it to her lips. Stroking my softening dick, I slapped her pussy with it, tossing my last few precious drops onto her belly. I was totally spent now and leaned on the arm rest, watching with amazement as Jennifer let that fluid drip onto her snaking tongue. “So”, I said, breathing hard. “Was it everything you’d hoped it would be?” “Guilty as charged, baby”, she replied, smiling from ear to ear. What a sly little minx she was! Jennifer employed my services on a fairly regular basis after that. Then I suddenly stopped hearing from her. I thought maybe she had finally grown tired of me. Fat chance! Turns out she was busy making a movie. I found this out when her blonde bubble-headed co-star on that show, Lisa, phoned me inquiring as to my availability while her husband was out of town. Guess little Ms. Aniston (like her pal Courteney) was getting the word out on their newest ‘friend’, Buddy Long! The End. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |