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(I transcribed this hot story from my copy of the June 1988 issue of FirstHand magazine, which was one of the smaller sized gay mags of that time. The author was credited as Don Sakers. I fixed a few typos but otherwise this is how it appeared in the mag)
JOYSTICK
My friend, Randy, is the biggest electronics freak there ever was. Audio and videotapes, home computers, video games - you name it. Walking into Randy's house is like walking onto the command deck of a space shuttle. He works at some government job, and every penny he makes goes into these gizmos. And talking to Randy sometimes is like talking to a computer. You get no answer except grunts when he's busy making one last connection in the maze of wires and cables that covers the floor of his basement.
There are two major reasons I keep seeing Randy though - reasons that keep me from doing the sensible thing and letting him go. First of all, these computers and TV games are just plain fun to fool around with. Second, and more important, Randy has a solid eight inches of hard cock between his legs, eight inches that he's always ready to feed to a buddy or stuff up an empty asshole.
Randy's friends constantly argue over which he likes better - electronics or fucking. As someone who's been on the receiving end of that hot battering ram more times than I can count, I can tell you that Randy's dick is his favorite tool, and he likes discharging it much more than he likes playing with his other toys. But they run a close second. And, of course, Randy is happiest of all when he finds a way to combine both his hobbies: plugging in computer cartridges and plugging asses.
There was the jack-off sleeve he made. It would pound your meat in time to everything from Rachmaninoff to the Beatles. That worked real well for a while, until Randy got himself caught in it and went through the whole soundtrack of A Chorus Line, spurting gobs of cum with each dance number. Then there was the little electrode that he stuck up my ass to let his computer total up how many strokes he made per minute before he finally came and shorted the poor thing out. Randy is a strange fellow, but fun to be around - most of the time.
This particular Thursday night, Randy called me when I was just finishing dinner and contemplating another boring night watching television. Talking to Randy on the phone is always an interesting experience, because he has his phone hooked up to a tape machine that plays the noises of hot sex in the background. This time it was the sound of someone jerking himself off, and with each juicy slap-slap-slap, my prick throbbed a little harder under my jeans.
"Hey, what're you doing tonight?" he asked.
"I wasn't planning anything."
"Good. Why don't you come on over? I have a new toy I want to show you."
"That's an offer I can't refuse" I said, chuckling.
"Not *that* toy. This is a new video game."
My hopes fell. Randy wasn't talking sex at all. He had just gotten a new electronic toy and would probably spend all night showing me the intricacies of its programming rather than showing me the delights of his dick. I sighed and told him I would be over shortly, hoping that once there, maybe I could convince him to forget about his new toy long enough to let me suck his huge cock.
Randy met me at the door. He was shirtless, and the downy fuzz across his chest and around his tight little nipples was glistening with sweat. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants, loose enough to conceal his tight leg muscles but not loose enough to hide the hard tube of flesh that jutted out from his crotch. He didn't give me time to appeciate the view, just turned and beckoned me into the living room.
Entering Randy's living room is always an adventure. On this particular night, all the flashing electronic gadgets were moved aside to make room for a video game console attached to a large screen. Randy clicked it on with a smile.
"Look" he beamed. "Ready to play?"
In the middle of the screen was a remarkably detailed picture of an erect cock flanked by hairy balls. As I watched, the screen blossomed with all sorts of nasty devices - nutcrackers, whips, chains and other torture implements. At once, they started closing in on the poor defenseless cock.
I laughed. "That's *sick*, Randy. Sick."
"Want to give it a try?"
Nodding, I stepped up to the screen. There was an on/off switch, but no other controls I could discern.
"Okay, how do I make it do things?"
Randy grinned, and moved his hand to his own bulging mound of throbbing flesh. "You have to use the joystick."
"You're kidding."
"Give it a try."
Through his sweat pants, I gripped his cock and gave it an experimental squeeze. It was hot as flame. As I tugged at it, the cock on the screen moved first up, then off to the left.
I felt a smile creep onto my face. "How did you do that?"
He shrugged. "Electronics. Look, you'd better get to work. You're not going to get any kind of score *this* way."
"Well let me get those pants off you, and I'll start racking up the points."
I pulled the waistband of his pants down, and his prick sprang up at me. There were indeed two tiny wires attached to the base, nearly invisible in Randy's tangled black pubic hair. His cock glared at me, red and glistening. I took it in a firm grip and stroked it back and forth slowly. Randy smiled, and the cock on the screen swung out of the way of an attacker.
"I don't suppose I have any defenses?" I asked a little forlornly, getting the feel of Randy's thick cock in my hand. As I stroked, he thrust his hips a little forward and the scent of arousal filled my nostrils. I felt my mouth start to water.
"Of course you have defenses."
"Missiles? Laser beams?"
"Don't be stupid. Just do what comes naturally."
I was getting the feel of it now: how the movements of Randy's prick related to the movements of the cock on the screen. Since his dick was now fully hard and slick with natural juices, I settled to my knees and brought it close, keeping half an eye on the video screen.
With his enormous cockhead only an inch from my face, I stuck out my tongue and bestowed a wet lick on the very tip. Hard as iron yet soft as sponge rubber, his hot prick throbbed, and I tasted the sweet and acrid flavor of male flesh.
On the screen, a bolt of solid white erupted from the tip of the animated cock, and splashed into one of the attackers with a satisfying "splat!" My score jumped by a thousand points.
"That's the way" Randy said, putting his hand in my hair and stroking my head lovingly, pulling me toward his jutting organ. I needed no persuading, I opened my mouth and surrounded the delicate head of his prick with my lips.
I almost forgot the video game as I descended slowly on Randy's cock, keeping up a constant tongue-lashing as I went. Then, moving back, I sucked as hard as I could, hoping to reach into his guts and pull out the load of jism I knew was waiting there for me.
"Good boy! You got two of them."
"Mmmph!" I said, which was all I could manage with my mouth wrapped around that delicious pole.
Randy moved his hips forward, his hands firm at the back of my head, and forced his cock down my throat. For a second I gagged. Then my throat muscles relaxed and I took the full length happily. I heard the video game making happy electronic noises as I was scoring more points, but all I could see was Randy's firm, hairy stomach pushed up against my face.
"Lick it" he directed, pulling his cock free from my demanding lips.
I ran my tongue over the tender cockhead, teased the underside of his prick, and tasted the delicious fluid that leaked from the eye of his prick. From this position I had a good view of the screen, and I was amazed at the way the animated cock spun and pulsed, shooting little spurts of white at all attackers.
Suddenly the background color changed, and all the attackers vanished. There were some rather startled-sounding beeps, and Randy pulled his cock away from me. "You've survived the first screen" he announced, "but now things are going to get a lot more intense."
"Like how?" I asked, looking up into his face.
"Like I don't think you're going to manage it this way." He eyed my firm ass. "You get my meaning?" I got it.
"Lie down" I said, and Randy stretched out on his back on the floor. I pulled off his sweatpants and slipped my own jeans off, moving quickly.
"Don't worry" Randy said, "the game will wait for you."
"Good." I moved a little more deliberately, adjusting my position so that I could face the screen and still keep my ass poised over Randy's jutting prick. My own meat was fully hard. One thing I have to give Randy: for all his bizarre toys, he can still show you a really good time.
Long ago I learned that it was best to make sure I lubricated my asshole before visiting Randy. He was likely to get into a little bit of friendly fucking at a moment's notice, and being prepared cut down on the surprises ... and the pain.
Carefully I lowered myself until I felt his cock pressing at my asshole. Spreading my cheeks as best I could with one hand, I let his huge piece of meat enter my hole, and grinned at the response on the screen.
The imaginary cock started thrusting back and forth, while evil-looking machines approached it from all corners of the screen. A slow and relentless electronic music added to the suspenseful spectacle.
"Go for it" Randy said, trying to move his hips upward. He couldn't get the leverage to move much, not stretched out on the floor the way he was.
I waited a minute, just to tease him, then lowered myself further. Randy's big prick stretched the walls of my ass canal, and I gritted my teeth at the hugeness of it.
Onscreen, the prick was going wild, spinning this way and that, quivering as if it were actually buried to the hilt in my asshole.
I squeezed the muscles of my ass, and Randy sighed. Then, moving slowly at first, I raised myself up until his prick was almost out of my ass, then fell down again so it was buried deep. Again I lifted, fell, moving more quickly at this time. And the video prick got more excited, moved more quickly, and vanquished its opponents with greater violence.
Randy was panting, and my own cock throbbed with each thrust of his dick into my ass. Soon, I knew, I would be shooting my load all over his chest and stomach. But first, I had to make sure that he came.
"Third screen" Randy said through gritted teeth. Onscreen the action became faster than ever before. And in my ass, Randy became even more excited. Helplessly, he thrust with all of his might. I went through a quick progression of lifting my body while tightening my ass muscles, then lowering myself while relaxing them. Lift-tighten, fall-relax. Faster and faster, matching the speeding action on the screen.
With superhuman effort, Randy lifted his body a full six inches from the ground, and at the same time, grabbed my hips with his strong hands and pulled me down with all his might. His enormous cock nearly split me, but I didn't care - as Randy gasped and nearly cried out in passion, my own cock let loose and I released gusher after gusher of wet, sticky cum all over his strained flesh.
The video game sighed to a halt and displayed the message "CONGRATULATIONS. You have won high score of the day."
After a minute or two, Randy pulled his cock from me and smiled. He took the two tiny wires from his groin and attached them to the base of my still engorged prick.
As I looked into his face, he smiled weakly. "Ready to try and beat your score?"
I grinned. It was going to be an interesting contest.
END
JOYSTICK
My friend, Randy, is the biggest electronics freak there ever was. Audio and videotapes, home computers, video games - you name it. Walking into Randy's house is like walking onto the command deck of a space shuttle. He works at some government job, and every penny he makes goes into these gizmos. And talking to Randy sometimes is like talking to a computer. You get no answer except grunts when he's busy making one last connection in the maze of wires and cables that covers the floor of his basement.
There are two major reasons I keep seeing Randy though - reasons that keep me from doing the sensible thing and letting him go. First of all, these computers and TV games are just plain fun to fool around with. Second, and more important, Randy has a solid eight inches of hard cock between his legs, eight inches that he's always ready to feed to a buddy or stuff up an empty asshole.
Randy's friends constantly argue over which he likes better - electronics or fucking. As someone who's been on the receiving end of that hot battering ram more times than I can count, I can tell you that Randy's dick is his favorite tool, and he likes discharging it much more than he likes playing with his other toys. But they run a close second. And, of course, Randy is happiest of all when he finds a way to combine both his hobbies: plugging in computer cartridges and plugging asses.
There was the jack-off sleeve he made. It would pound your meat in time to everything from Rachmaninoff to the Beatles. That worked real well for a while, until Randy got himself caught in it and went through the whole soundtrack of A Chorus Line, spurting gobs of cum with each dance number. Then there was the little electrode that he stuck up my ass to let his computer total up how many strokes he made per minute before he finally came and shorted the poor thing out. Randy is a strange fellow, but fun to be around - most of the time.
This particular Thursday night, Randy called me when I was just finishing dinner and contemplating another boring night watching television. Talking to Randy on the phone is always an interesting experience, because he has his phone hooked up to a tape machine that plays the noises of hot sex in the background. This time it was the sound of someone jerking himself off, and with each juicy slap-slap-slap, my prick throbbed a little harder under my jeans.
"Hey, what're you doing tonight?" he asked.
"I wasn't planning anything."
"Good. Why don't you come on over? I have a new toy I want to show you."
"That's an offer I can't refuse" I said, chuckling.
"Not *that* toy. This is a new video game."
My hopes fell. Randy wasn't talking sex at all. He had just gotten a new electronic toy and would probably spend all night showing me the intricacies of its programming rather than showing me the delights of his dick. I sighed and told him I would be over shortly, hoping that once there, maybe I could convince him to forget about his new toy long enough to let me suck his huge cock.
Randy met me at the door. He was shirtless, and the downy fuzz across his chest and around his tight little nipples was glistening with sweat. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants, loose enough to conceal his tight leg muscles but not loose enough to hide the hard tube of flesh that jutted out from his crotch. He didn't give me time to appeciate the view, just turned and beckoned me into the living room.
Entering Randy's living room is always an adventure. On this particular night, all the flashing electronic gadgets were moved aside to make room for a video game console attached to a large screen. Randy clicked it on with a smile.
"Look" he beamed. "Ready to play?"
In the middle of the screen was a remarkably detailed picture of an erect cock flanked by hairy balls. As I watched, the screen blossomed with all sorts of nasty devices - nutcrackers, whips, chains and other torture implements. At once, they started closing in on the poor defenseless cock.
I laughed. "That's *sick*, Randy. Sick."
"Want to give it a try?"
Nodding, I stepped up to the screen. There was an on/off switch, but no other controls I could discern.
"Okay, how do I make it do things?"
Randy grinned, and moved his hand to his own bulging mound of throbbing flesh. "You have to use the joystick."
"You're kidding."
"Give it a try."
Through his sweat pants, I gripped his cock and gave it an experimental squeeze. It was hot as flame. As I tugged at it, the cock on the screen moved first up, then off to the left.
I felt a smile creep onto my face. "How did you do that?"
He shrugged. "Electronics. Look, you'd better get to work. You're not going to get any kind of score *this* way."
"Well let me get those pants off you, and I'll start racking up the points."
I pulled the waistband of his pants down, and his prick sprang up at me. There were indeed two tiny wires attached to the base, nearly invisible in Randy's tangled black pubic hair. His cock glared at me, red and glistening. I took it in a firm grip and stroked it back and forth slowly. Randy smiled, and the cock on the screen swung out of the way of an attacker.
"I don't suppose I have any defenses?" I asked a little forlornly, getting the feel of Randy's thick cock in my hand. As I stroked, he thrust his hips a little forward and the scent of arousal filled my nostrils. I felt my mouth start to water.
"Of course you have defenses."
"Missiles? Laser beams?"
"Don't be stupid. Just do what comes naturally."
I was getting the feel of it now: how the movements of Randy's prick related to the movements of the cock on the screen. Since his dick was now fully hard and slick with natural juices, I settled to my knees and brought it close, keeping half an eye on the video screen.
With his enormous cockhead only an inch from my face, I stuck out my tongue and bestowed a wet lick on the very tip. Hard as iron yet soft as sponge rubber, his hot prick throbbed, and I tasted the sweet and acrid flavor of male flesh.
On the screen, a bolt of solid white erupted from the tip of the animated cock, and splashed into one of the attackers with a satisfying "splat!" My score jumped by a thousand points.
"That's the way" Randy said, putting his hand in my hair and stroking my head lovingly, pulling me toward his jutting organ. I needed no persuading, I opened my mouth and surrounded the delicate head of his prick with my lips.
I almost forgot the video game as I descended slowly on Randy's cock, keeping up a constant tongue-lashing as I went. Then, moving back, I sucked as hard as I could, hoping to reach into his guts and pull out the load of jism I knew was waiting there for me.
"Good boy! You got two of them."
"Mmmph!" I said, which was all I could manage with my mouth wrapped around that delicious pole.
Randy moved his hips forward, his hands firm at the back of my head, and forced his cock down my throat. For a second I gagged. Then my throat muscles relaxed and I took the full length happily. I heard the video game making happy electronic noises as I was scoring more points, but all I could see was Randy's firm, hairy stomach pushed up against my face.
"Lick it" he directed, pulling his cock free from my demanding lips.
I ran my tongue over the tender cockhead, teased the underside of his prick, and tasted the delicious fluid that leaked from the eye of his prick. From this position I had a good view of the screen, and I was amazed at the way the animated cock spun and pulsed, shooting little spurts of white at all attackers.
Suddenly the background color changed, and all the attackers vanished. There were some rather startled-sounding beeps, and Randy pulled his cock away from me. "You've survived the first screen" he announced, "but now things are going to get a lot more intense."
"Like how?" I asked, looking up into his face.
"Like I don't think you're going to manage it this way." He eyed my firm ass. "You get my meaning?" I got it.
"Lie down" I said, and Randy stretched out on his back on the floor. I pulled off his sweatpants and slipped my own jeans off, moving quickly.
"Don't worry" Randy said, "the game will wait for you."
"Good." I moved a little more deliberately, adjusting my position so that I could face the screen and still keep my ass poised over Randy's jutting prick. My own meat was fully hard. One thing I have to give Randy: for all his bizarre toys, he can still show you a really good time.
Long ago I learned that it was best to make sure I lubricated my asshole before visiting Randy. He was likely to get into a little bit of friendly fucking at a moment's notice, and being prepared cut down on the surprises ... and the pain.
Carefully I lowered myself until I felt his cock pressing at my asshole. Spreading my cheeks as best I could with one hand, I let his huge piece of meat enter my hole, and grinned at the response on the screen.
The imaginary cock started thrusting back and forth, while evil-looking machines approached it from all corners of the screen. A slow and relentless electronic music added to the suspenseful spectacle.
"Go for it" Randy said, trying to move his hips upward. He couldn't get the leverage to move much, not stretched out on the floor the way he was.
I waited a minute, just to tease him, then lowered myself further. Randy's big prick stretched the walls of my ass canal, and I gritted my teeth at the hugeness of it.
Onscreen, the prick was going wild, spinning this way and that, quivering as if it were actually buried to the hilt in my asshole.
I squeezed the muscles of my ass, and Randy sighed. Then, moving slowly at first, I raised myself up until his prick was almost out of my ass, then fell down again so it was buried deep. Again I lifted, fell, moving more quickly at this time. And the video prick got more excited, moved more quickly, and vanquished its opponents with greater violence.
Randy was panting, and my own cock throbbed with each thrust of his dick into my ass. Soon, I knew, I would be shooting my load all over his chest and stomach. But first, I had to make sure that he came.
"Third screen" Randy said through gritted teeth. Onscreen the action became faster than ever before. And in my ass, Randy became even more excited. Helplessly, he thrust with all of his might. I went through a quick progression of lifting my body while tightening my ass muscles, then lowering myself while relaxing them. Lift-tighten, fall-relax. Faster and faster, matching the speeding action on the screen.
With superhuman effort, Randy lifted his body a full six inches from the ground, and at the same time, grabbed my hips with his strong hands and pulled me down with all his might. His enormous cock nearly split me, but I didn't care - as Randy gasped and nearly cried out in passion, my own cock let loose and I released gusher after gusher of wet, sticky cum all over his strained flesh.
The video game sighed to a halt and displayed the message "CONGRATULATIONS. You have won high score of the day."
After a minute or two, Randy pulled his cock from me and smiled. He took the two tiny wires from his groin and attached them to the base of my still engorged prick.
As I looked into his face, he smiled weakly. "Ready to try and beat your score?"
I grinned. It was going to be an interesting contest.
END
