____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Pain in the Park (gay) by Cal Loghrty *** Cal was just pulling out of the parking lot outside of the south terminal. He had just loaded Erik onto a plane headed to New York with connections for Hamburg. He had met Erik one morning on the way to work. He first saw him on the side of the road when Erik was hitch-hiking. A native of Germany, Erik spoke very little english, but given his eleven inch cock, verbal skills seemed unimportant to Cal for the week that Erik had stayed with him, regularly fucking Cal's brains out. But that's another story. The airport in Omaha still looked new and had the appearance of being seldom used. It's located on a strip of land left on the wrong side of the Missouri river by a flood that changed the river's course in the late 1870's. The old river bed, now separated from the actual river became a rather small lake called Carter Lake, misnamed after the french explorer Cartier, and has been developed as a recreation area. As one might expect in a public park, developed by a WPA project, a public bathhouse and restroom complex survives. Not many people still use the park, since it's maintenance has been disputed by several different local authorities, the park as well the surrounding neighborhood had deteriorated in the intervening years. Our hero, forlorn at having just put the the best fuck of his life on a plane, headed straight for the park restroom in need of 'comfort'. He drove his car into the parking area in front of the restroom and pulled along side a half rusted-out 1978 metallic green Chevy. He got out of his car and looked around. There was no one else in the park. It was still early in the spring and there wouldn't normally be anyone around anyway. His instincts and experience told him that the owner of the old Chevy was most likely in the jon waiting for the next horny stud to arrive. He walked across the grass toward the restroom and began to hear talking coming from the jon. As he stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the jon the voice he had heard became silent. "Okay so the guy talks to himself... big deal", Cal thought to himself. He stepped through the doorway into a small, smelly room. Cal stood in the outer vestibule of the jon. To his left was a door that opened into the bathroom. Cal pushed open the door and walked into the jon. The toilet was occupied. Inside a single stall and urinal stood side by side. It was unremarkable in every way except one. The wall of the toilet was made of the usual sheet metal construction. It was suspended on either side by a small pipe and in it's center was a gloryhole, just large enough to accomodate Cal's shaft. Underneath the partition he saw a pair of feet wearing shiny black leather boots, the kind he knew to be worn by motorcycle cops. He got nervous for a second thinking he was about to be the victim of entrapment until he walked closer to the urinal and through the hole in the wall saw the occupant stroking a rather ordinary looking dick. He stood at the urinal and pulled his cock out of his sweatpants and began to pull it into shape. He didn't need much encouragement. He simply had to think about the guy who'd been fucking his brains out for the last week. He didn't expect too much from this guy in the stall but there was the chance for a decent blow job. Cal turned to look at the glory-hole and saw two fingers sticking through the gloryhole beckoning him to stick his cock through. He thought to himself "What the hell might as well get it over with and get outta here". The hole in the wall was a little high for Cal. He had to stand on his toes to manage to get his cock and balls through. He slowly pushed his nuts into the hole followed by his semi-rigid cock. A warm wet mouth on the other side started working on them. "Feels ok". He gripped the two poles on either end of the wall and closed his eyes to think of Erik. He remembered the feeling of that 11" monster deep in his throat and the taste of it's manjuice. His fantasy was disturbed by the feeling of cold metal around his cock and balls. 'Click'. He knew that sound the man on the other side of the wall had locked a pair of handcuffs around the base of his prick and balls! Cal tried to pull away from the wall and realized he was there until the cocksucker on the otherside was through with him. The mouth on the end of his prick continued to suck on Cal's dick so Cal didn't mind too much. Cal heard footsteps behind him. From behind the door stepped another man. He grabbed Cal's left wrist and handcuffed it to the pole Cal had been holding onto. 'Click' now the other wrist was likewise attached to the opposite pole. "YOU SONOFA BITCH....I'LL...". Cal was cut off mid sentence. He felt a hand firmly grab the hair on the back of his head. Cal was reeling. The man behind him pulled a filthy rag from his hip pocket and stuffed it into Cal's mouth. It tasted to Cal as though it was recently used to wipe an asshole clean. "I'll teach you faggots to hang out in this jon". With one hand he ripped the ass out of Cal's sweatpants and then kicked his feet apart. Cal found all his weight suddenly on his crotch, the metal wall cutting into the base of his balls. First one ankle was cuffed to the pole and then the other. Cal was now spread eagle against this wall suspended on the poles supporting it. He felt the big hand of his attacker slap his ass. Another blow, and another. Cal felt his dick begin to swell. Getting his ass spanked was one of the things Erik had taught him to enjoy. With each blow he could feel his dick rising. Cal was beginning to enjoy this little rape scene. He heard the guy behind him unzip his fly and pull his cock out. Cal's instinct was to look to see what this guy had, and when he tried to turn his head to do so, it was met with the big fist of the man behind him. A sharp pain ran through Cal's body as this guy shoved a finger up his asshole. Again, another shudder of pain as this guy added a finger. Cal felt something cold and hard begin to enter his butt. The guy behind him was penetrating Cal with a nightstick. Tears began to roll down Cal's face but the pain seemed to make Cal's sizeable cock harden even more. After working Cal's hole with the full length of the nightstick, Cal's asshole began to lubricate itself. When it was finally removed, Cal felt relieved. He hoped the worst was over. Just as he was about to relax he felt an even larger object begin to probe at his asshole. This one, unlike the last, was warm and felt fleshy. It felt bigger than the last to Cal. Cal felt the hot foul breath of his assfucker on his neck. Slowly the fat cock entered Cal's body. He felt the guy's body behind his now for the first time. It felt taller than Cal's and strong with massive arms and hands that held the wall above Cal's head. The cock in his asshole burned as it was rammed deep into his hole. Cal thought he could feel his own flesh tear. Each time the big guy rammed his dick into Cal, Cal felt a sharp pain in his guts, yet all the while Cal felt his own dick get stiffer. The big guy was now pumping hard and steady. with each stroke slamming Cal hard into the wall. Soon Cal relaxed enough to begin to enjoy this rough action. He became aware only of the huge cock in his asshole and the wet mouth on his own. It wasn't long before Cal released his load into the unseen man on the other side of the wall. The big guy kept on pumping. Cal became aware the guy's strokes became longer and even deeper. He felt the breath on his neck heavier and hotter than before until with one long deep stroke the fucker let out a sort of low groan and washed Cal's insides with his cum. Cal hoped this ordeal was over. He had gotten off on this scene and the workover the two guys had given him but now he was afraid of what they might do to him. The big guy in his ass just stood there with his cock up Cal's ass. Cal felt him soften slightly and then he felt a new sensation. Cal thought to himself, "This asshole pissing in my ass!". Cal could feel the hard steady stream of pisswater filling his guts. It kept on coming. He felt the pressure rising and he thought his guts would split. At last this animal had finished his piss. "Hold it fucker or you'll wish you had". Cal had no doubts that this guy would make good on this threat. The big guy began to slowly pull his dick out of Cal's asshole. With all the control Cal could muster he held his asshole as tightly as he could. When the dick in his ass withdrawn completely, Cal felt him begin to slap his ass again. A trickle of piss and cum made it's way down Cal's leg. "I said hold it!". Cal tightened his asscheeks together and waited. Cal leaned against the wall and felt his legs released from their restraints. From the otherside of the wall he felt the handcuffs removed from his cock and balls. Then his arms were released. He came crashing down to the floor. "That'll teach you faggot!". The stall door opened and the guy who had been inside came out to join the other. Cal had fallen to the floor in such a way as to have his face turned away from his attackers. "You just stay there faggot unless you want s'more". Cal remained motionless. "Good ...and I don't wanna see you 'round here again" He heard footsteps away from him. The two men now outside were laughing together as Cal heard them get into the old Chevy and drive away. Cal remained on the floor until he was sure it was safe to move. He made his way to the toilet and sat down. He sat there for a sometime, basically unhurt but dazed, shitting out the piss and cum from his guts and rubbing his sore wrists and ankles. He thought to himself..."It's nice to know you can still meet men who know what they want". Cal was getting himself together getting ready to leave the jon when he heard the sound of a bicycle being walked into the jon. Cal peeked through the glory hole to see a blonde, about 6 ft. tall and looked like 18 years old. the blonde rested his bike against the wall and walked over to the urinal, pulled his cock out of his running shorts and started pulling it...... But that's another story.....