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Guess I am a size queen...I love them thick and Long...9.5 is awesome...hits the second ring and sends me to heaven!

There is that, getting that inside ring tickled can be good if you are ready for it. GRRRRRRR

Thickness long or short. That's my fav

I stuck with guys my age for the most part. The legality of it never crossed our minds.

Nice convo

There are ways at getting back to a semblance of foreskin. It sounds like snake oil but some of the products out there that can help stretch the skin over time if you wear them every day actually work to some degree if you have the patience.

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He just squinted at me and rubbed his thick bushy goatee for a second. Then he shook his head back and forth and gave me a stern look of suspicion. “See you around.”, he said with a slight smirk. He then turned and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

I just stood there in a moment of nervous stoned stupor as I heard him get in his truck and drive away. What the fuck was that? I wasn’t sure if he was going to beat the fuck out of me or whip out his cock. Whatever. I decided that was close enough and headed for home to get some grub.

I skipped the construction site for the rest of the week after, not sure whether it was cool to be seen there again just so soon. But I was craving the rush enough that on Friday I got up the nerve to make my cruise through the site. The place was vacated almost completely with the exception of a few contractor’s vehicles here and there, a few laborers picking up scraps and throwing them into bins. No sign of the biker skinhead dude.

So I did my routine and began looking around for something to score. I found myself in the same house I had been in earlier in the week. By now the drywall had been hung and the floor was covered with white gypsum dust and nails. There were the normal fast floor wrappers and soda cans scattered around the floor and then I saw what I came for. A dirty red T-shirt hung from a knee wall at the top of the stairs. Jackpot.

I made my way up and grabbed the shirt, pressing up to my nose like the pig I am. It was still a bit moist and smelled well rank with five star BO. It had not been long since some stud peeled it off in the heat and left it behind. I got hard the moment the musky odors coursed through my sinuses. I almost slipped my hands into my pants right there in the open before I thought better of it. I looked around for more, inspecting the house to make sure nobody was still there.

As I made my way into the master walk-in closet I could not believe my eyes. There was a pair of white underwear laying on the floor next to a couple boxes of nails. I looked around as my heart raced and grabbed them up. The pair of Hanes briefs were well yellowed and moist in front and had a good set of tracks going. Who would have left underwear here at a construction site? I thought . I looked around again nervously before I put them up to my face and took a deep whiff.

It was like inhaling opium. My cock sprang to full attention in my pants as I inhaled as deeply as I could. It was as ripe as they had just come off some sweaty cock. Damn. I sucked them into my mouth and began kneading them with my tongue, sucking out the sweat and piss left behind by some stud. As my cock danced in the stars, bulging in my jeans I heard him say, “I knew what you were up to!”.

I could have fell apart into pieces all over the floor like broken glass. My heart sank to my feet as the man I had met earlier this week said, “You’re a kinky queer fuck aint ya!” I turned around to see the skin headed construction dude walking toward me with a big shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed the underwear and the shirt from my hands and tossed them to the floor. He was bare chested and gleaming with sweat. All I saw was tattoos as his muscle bound torso lunged toward me.

He got up into my face and grabbed the back of my head with his rough hand. He smiled and breathed heavy in my face. “You want the real thing don’t you? You want to suck my cock?” he offered or rather stated to me. Hearing his other hand popping the buttons on his 501’s he looked me in the eyes and knew the answer. As he dug his growing uncut meat from his sweaty jeans I noticed he had no underwear on. “Get down there and clean my cock. Suck that dirty cock”, he ordered.

He pushed me down to my knees where I had the chance to see his thick stubby hooded tool staring back at me with his hand squeezing and jacking it. “Should smell familiar to you. Tastes even better than my underwear too you perv”, he taunted. Grabbing the back of my skull with his dusty rough hands he pulled my face into his rank sweaty cock. He humped it against my face up and down a couple timed before I got my tongue going.

His thick spindly red hairs brushed my face like steel wool as I began getting my mouth over the thick tube of meat he was shoving at me. It was thick with pasty sweaty grunge from a hard days work at the construction site, and as strong of taste as I had ever experienced.

He pulled back his thick leathery foreskin letting his mushroom tip peek out like snake out of a hole. “Stick your tongue in there and tongue fuck it!” I hesitated as I never had done this before. “Tongue fuck it! Stick your tongue in there and clean it out!” When I buried my slithering wet taster in there I got a wad of dick flavor like I never had. Wow! He squeezed his shaft and kept the foreskin enveloped around my tongue as pre-cum began oozing into my mouth. “Nice, that’s it”, he grunted.

After a moment of running my rough tongue back and forth over his sensitive piss slit he could not take it anymore. His hands clasped my skull tightly and he shoved his meet into my throat. I gagged briefly as he began a slow deep throat fuck on me, my tongue struggling to keep up with him. He moaned in pleasure, “Nice mouth you got there perv”. He tasted to ripe and raunchy I was in heaven.

I worked him good for a few minutes as he humped his hips excitedly into my face before he finally began to tense up and tighten his grip on my head. “I’m gonna cum”, he said as he inched up on the tip toes of his Caterpillar work boots. He pulled his cock from my mouth and gripped it tight with his hands. As he jacked himself violently I hung my mouth open at the end of his gun, my lips brushing his mushroom tip.

“Ahhh! Uhhhh! Ohhh!”, he moaned as a warm spurt of his jizz shot onto my face. Then another rope hit the inside of my mouth. I struggled to get my lips around his cock and slurp him up as he pumped stream after stream of his load in my mouth and on my race with rampant motion. He finally released his tool and grabbed my head with his cum covered hand and pulled me down on his shaft. I licked and slurped his salty goo like a dog in heat, slither my tongue in and out of his piss slit.

“Fuck yeah dude!” he grunted as I continued suck up his jizz from his head and foreskin folds. He then pulled me up and began wiping the cum off my face with his rough fingers and feeding it into my mouth. I suckled his thick log fingers just as if they were his cock as he smiled ear to ear. Then he shocked me by pulling me face to face with him and burying his tongue in my cum drenched mouth. We shared a good long gooey kiss as the sweat from his bare chest began to soak into my shirt.

We had kissed long enough to get rid of any remaining cum in our mouths but the taste of his ripe cock was still hanging on my taste buds. In the afterglow we stood there for a moment awkwardly before he finally bent down and picked up his red shirt from the floor and put in on. Then he grabbed the underwear and wiped his cock down with them, cleaning the last remnants of man juice from it. Damn he was beautiful, all 7” of that uncut masterpiece.

He then threw me the underwear and said, “Here you can keep these until next time”. Then the skinhead construction stud buttoned up his 501’s, smiled and walked away.

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He then threw me the underwear and said, “Here you can keep these until next time”. Then the skinhead construction stud buttoned up his 501’s, smiled and walked away.

Over the weekend I sniffed and sucked his underwear dry, jacking off and cumming on them until they smelled and tasted more like me than him. I even got raunchy and cleaned his tracks nearly white as I hammered away at my bursting cock. Dirty filth, he made me cum. I still didn’t even know this big red-headed skinhead construction dude’s name. I even headed out to the construction site on Saturday and Sunday hoping I would see him again, only to find it quiet and lonely. No sign of him or his old truck anywhere on the site.

Monday morning I cruised through on the way to work, didn’t see him. That night after work, didn’t see him but found a house under construction to hang in and spark up. I didn’t jack off, went home and jacked off all night with his underwear. I was getting a kinky twisted crush in the sickest way.

Tuesday morning I saw his truck as I rode my bike though, but no sign of him. That afternoon I had to work later than normal so by the time I got down to the site it had almost completely cleared out. I was worried I would miss him again as I rode through the streets of houses under construction looking for any sign of life. As I turned a corner and continued to ride I heard the roar of an engine coming up behind me. When I looked my heart reeled, it was him.

He rolled up next to me on his driver’s side and stopped. With a wry grin he asked, “You out here looking for some trouble again?” His sweaty red brow and bald head twitched before he wiped it off with his dirty forearm. “You might say that”, I replied. “I have found it here before”. He rubbed his thick bushy goatee giving me a predatory look over and grunted. “Well put your bike in the back of my truck and get in”.

I quickly lifted my bike into the bed of the truck and hopped in the passenger side. His cab smelled of man sweat, dirt and cigarette smoke. The floorboards were covered with dried mud and trash, the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. The seat had one of those tweed covers on it, worn through with holes. Pens, papers and empty cigarette backs littered the dash. They rolled from one side to the other as he hit the accelerator and pulled a fast U-turn in the street and headed off.

“I’m David”, he said and held out his hand. I grabbed his thick stubby mitt and shook it. “Shane”, I replied back. We drove down to the back corner of the subdivision to a mobile office trailer parked inside a fenced area and said nothing else on the way. My cock was getting hard in anticipation of what was going to happen, my heart was pounding through my chest.

The truck created a cloud of dust as it rolled over the fresh dirt and gravel and came to a stop. David hopped out and shut the chain-link gate behind us before motioning me to follow him up the stairs to the mobile job shack. He unlocked the aluminum trailer door and I followed him in. The place was just as filthy and musky as his truck was. The old trailer smelled of leaky roof, cigarettes, and sweat. It was hot inside and I began to sweat almost immediately.

“Sorry, the AC is broke. They’re coming out to fix it tomorrow”, he apologized. I smiled nervously, “That’s OK I don’t think it would have cooled me down anyway”. He smiled and laughed at me as he locked the trailer door and began lowering the blinds making it dusky dark inside. He then unbuckled his belt and began popping open his bulging 501’s. As he ripped open his jeans his throbbing tool popped out and tented his stained underwear.

As he pulled his sweaty jeans and briefs down and let his blunt un-cut instrument out in the air, he lifted his orange construction T-shirt up over the back of his neck exposing his hairy tattooed chest. Without the need for orders, I knelt down on the floor in front of him and took his pasty stinky meat in my mouth, savoring his filthiness. He tasted just as ripe and pungent as last time, the folds of his foreskin just as cheesy as before. I even picked up on some dried cum in his hairs as I licked his shaft and around the base and balls. Was this ever worth waiting for.

“Oh yeah, that feels good bro”, he muttered as his hands guided my skull around and around on his tool. His hips gyrated and humped at my face as I slurped, licked and swallowed his grungy stinky cock like a pig in heat. “I was hoping you’d come back bro”, he said in a craven voice. “You are so good at that”. I wasn’t giving up on his cock to reply as his rough stubby hands ran through my hair, caressing my head.

As my hands braced myself on his hanging jeans, my knees straddling his weathered work boots, he asked, “You like to take it in the ass bro? I sure would like to give you a good fuck.” The sound of his grovelly skinhead voice made me reel. I pulled off his cock and licked my lips clean, jacking his beautiful red haired staff before I stood up. “I was hoping you would”, I replied. He smiled and grabbed my skull with his rough skinned palm, pulling me to his face and he kissed me hard and wet.

“Go get on the couch”, he said as he shuffled over to the desk and pulled a drawer open. As I pulled my pants down and assumed the doggie position on the edge of the couch, he approached with an open jar of Vaseline dirty and filthy inside and out. He scooped a big wad of the jelly and began greasing up his bulging meat with it. I then felt his greasy hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart wide. As the feeling of air hit my pucker, he spit on it giving me an immediate feeling of wetness.

It surprised me when I felt his greasy hands pull my cheeks apart wider and his rough hairy goatee plant itself between them. His warm tongue slithered into my stinky shit-hole and began lapping at it slowly and swiftly. He dove into my pasty shitter, wetting it up and eating it clean without abandon. My cock twitched and bobbed as the feeling of his hairy mug and mouth working my asshole sent me into orbit. Wow, wasn’t expecting that.

As soon as it began, it was over. “There, now your all soft and ready for my cock”, he said as he dabbed some of the Vasoline on my wet nest and worked it in with his sandpapery fingers. Then he saddled up to me, grabbing my hips with his greasy hands and pushing his un-cut log into my soft waiting hole. He guided it with one hand as his beefy muscled body put its weight into me. In one shocking motion he shoved his fat blunt potato into my tight chute, cracking a whip of pain up my spine that made me yell out, “Ooooowww Owww, woow, Auuhhh!”

Unfazed he sunk his destroyer into my slip and held it into me tight for a few seconds allowing my muscles to adjust. The pain was electrocuting my brain with waves of shocking sharp impulses. He stayed still with the pressure on until he felt my body relax a bit. As the sweat poured out of my skin and my head sunk into the dirty couch pillow, he pulled back and began slowly pumping my chute.

“You gonna be OK?” he asked. I nodded yes in between pants of pain and shock. Taking that as a starting gun he began slap fucking my ass harder, pounding his construction tool into me. His breathing got heavier and louder as his body motions got more violent. “Huh, huh, huh, huh,” we panted in unison as the couch squeaked and slid on the dirty linoleum floor.

He only lasted for a couple of minutes before he said, “Here I come bro.” He bucked me hard and deep, painfully a couple of times making me yell, “Ooow, Owww, careful”. Suddenly he pulled is assault gun from my aching burning hole. He then blew his man seed all over my red swollen pucker and on my ass. I could hear him slapping his cock hard as his ropes of warm juice fell upon my greasy stinky nest. It sunk into me once again, pumping its last warm prize payout deep into me.

As I was relaxing and catching my breath he pulled out and I felt his rough greasy hands grabbing my cheeks again and pulling them wide open. “Oh man, that is a nice asshole you have there bro”, he panted. I then felt his tongue licking up his warm seed from around my spent pucker, carefully and deliberately lapping up each splatter of his man seed. Then he sunk his tongue into my greasy cunt, sucking and felching out his slimy goo mixed with my stinky ass grease. Man this guy was a pig beyond my imagination. It felt so good.

He jacked off my cock as he ate away at my slime hole until I began to orgasm. He quickly turned me over and began sucking my cock, and taking in my warm shooting seed one rope after the other. Just as I was rolling my head back in the shock zone, he laid down on my stomach and planted his mouth on mine. A torrent of flavor entered my mouth and enveloped my tongue. It was a mix of our shared cum, my stinky ass juice and a trace of Vasoline. He collected all of the wicked goo in his mouth for the last minute or so and was now dumping it in mine.

I grossed out at first, reflexing to pull away, but he forced his weight on me and forced his mouth full of raunchy sex slime into mine. His tongue flithered like an evil fire in my mouth, spreading his wealth to every taste bud as our greasy spent cocks rubbed together side by side. His musky body odor filled the air as our sweat blended together. Before I knew it all we had in our mouths was each other’s saliva and my face was raw from his scratchy goatee.

He finally stood and pulled his pants up over his greasy flaccid tool. Looking at his watch he said, “Hurry up and get dressed. I got to get cleaned up and get home before my bitch wonders where I’ve been.”. Shocked to find out he had a waiting bitch, I sat up and began to pull my pants back up and get buttoned. He walked off to the bathroom at the back of the trailer and washed up while I waited.

When he returned he said, “You can use the can if you want”. I smiled and said, “No, I want to go home dirty.” He smiled and put his hand on my crotch, giving me a good squeeze. “You are a dirty fuck aint ya”, he chided. “I am now”, I kidded back. He then pulled his dirty pair of underwear out of his back pocked and handed them to me with a shitty smile. “Until next time?” he asked. I grabbed them and stuffed them into my pants. “Until next time”, I replied.

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“Uhh, Ahhhh…….Fuck! Fuck! Uhhh, hhuhhh”, I moaned as his fat un-cut cock pounded my un-lubed hole raw. It was hot outside and my quivering shaking body was sweating under the onslaught of David’s 200 lb muscled body slams. My face buried his sweaty dusty work T-shirt, I was inhaling his body odor like a drug. My bare stomach rubbed against the rough scratchy tweed seat cover of his pick-up truck.

“Fu..u..u..u..uck! Oh shit!……Uu..uu.uu.h,” I grunted as he fucked me standing in the open doorway of his pickup cab. My burning asshole was splitting open with pain from his rough un-lubricated fuck stick but I didn’t care tonight. It felt so good to be caught up in this skinhead construction stud’s furious violence of cheap man sex. Damn he made me crave to be his filthy man bitch on the side.

As soon as it started it was over. He grunted and let out a deep moan, “Oh yea!, Fuck Yeah!”. My chute filled with his warm slippery seed, calming down the burning friction of slide hammer‘s fuck. His sweaty tatted body fell to my back and his fast shallow breaths puffed at the back of my wet neck. He slowly pumped his fat stick in and out of my torn chute as his warm juices ran down my legs and into my pulled down pants.

Wrapping his arms around me his rough red goateed chin scratched the back of my neck as he kissed the side of my head, whispering “Thanks again bro, that was fuckin sweet”. Shortly after we quickly pulled up our pants and got back in the cab of his truck. We drove back down the dark dirt road through the trees back to civilization. When we got back to the parking lot he smiled and said, “Thanks again man, see you again soon?”

With my fuck hole sore and leaking his man juice I nodded yes and wrote my cell phone number on a piece of trash off his dash with a pen that was next to it. “See you whenever you want. Just call me and you can come to my apartment anytime! It‘s right over there” I pointed across the strip-mall parking lot to the complex at the edge of it. He gave a smile that said he knew he had scored and we high-fived before he headed back home to his other bitch.

It was a surprise running into David that night. I rode my bike down to the liquor store to get a bottle of Jack Daniels to sip on for the evening. When I rode up David was on the way out with a case of beer in his hands. He stopped and we talked for a minute or two. We were both glad to see each other. “You got time to fool around?” he asked. “I’m horny as fuck”. “Where at?” I asked. “Put your bike in the back of my truck”, he replied with a shit eating grin.

The next thing I knew we were headed down a dirt road to a dark place in the nearby woods. He was a little buzzed and didn’t care about much other than he had to get back to a party underway at his house. He was the least drunk and got the job of getting more beer. But he wanted my ass and I wanted his dick, there was plenty of time for a quickie in the woods. We didn’t have any lube, but we made it anyhow with a handful of spit.

I had swiped his sweaty dirty T-shirt from the cab of his truck before we parted to add to my collection of raunchy Dave clothes. His smell lingered on them and gave me much pleasure as I pounded off dreaming of his sex. I rode my bike home I clenched my raw sore sloppy hole as his stud seed lubricated my butt cheeks. I dreamed of the next time we would get together..

Luckily it wasn’t long after that.

The next morning in fact I got a call from a haggard and hung-over sounding David at about 8:30am. “Hey bro, sorry to call you so early”, he said apologetically. “I’m fucking hung over like a muther fucker. You got any of that good weed over there? I sure could use a toke up. I‘ll make it worth your while”. I was already rolling in bed half awake and stroking my cock as I do every morning. “Sure, come on over I’ll take care of ya,” I replied. “I’m in number 1728 in the back by the pool”.

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The next morning in fact I got a call from a haggard and hung-over sounding David at about 8:30am. “Hey bro, sorry to call you so early”, he said apologetically. “I’m fucking hung over like a muther fucker. You got any of that good weed over there? I sure could use a toke up. I‘ll make it worth your while”. I was already rolling in bed half awake and stroking my cock as I do every morning. “Sure, come on over I’ll take care of ya,” I replied. “I’m in number 1728 in the back by the pool”.

A short ten minutes later I heard his truck outside my apartment bedroom window hastily making its way into a parking space. I counted off the ticks from the time his truck’s creaky door slammed until I heard a knock at my own. I rolled from my messy bed and got to the door. Naked with my cock at half staff from stroking in anticipation, I peered through the eyeglass to make sure. It was David.

There was his bald head, thick red side chops and goatee and a sick look on his rough skinned face. He was wearing a black Iron Maiden T-Shirt over a pair of loose grey sweats that hung over his muscular ass and legs the way they should. He had slipped on his dirty leather work boots to complete the look. I could lick every square inch of his body for hours I thought.

Standing behind the door I pulled it open and let him in. “Hey”, he said looking my body over. “Thanks for letting me come over bro, I really feel like shit”. He reached out and held my rubbery cock in his hand and squeezed it while wrapping his other muscled arm around me, resting his chin on my shoulder in a slow lingering hug. He smelled like he had not showered, like alcohol and cigarettes to high hell. Zing!

After our cock hardening greeting I said “Come on”, and led him down the hall to my bedroom. Laying on the bed I grabbed my stash from the nightstand and packed a bowl of the mean green in my pipe. He sat eagerly on the edge of the bed as I handed it to him. He sparked up the lighter and drew in the healing smoke as I watched the bowl glow red. He handed it to me and I took a draw. We passed it a couple more times without talking before it was dust.

He then laid back on the bed next to me and we cuddled slowly and quietly for a few minutes, basking in the fresh morning buzz of Humbolt green. It was so hot. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed playfully in our high, grinding our packages against each other, getting hard and sweaty. Neither of us had showered and smelled like men who had sweat all night in bed, like a locker room after a game.

He finally peeled off his T-Shirt and threw it on the floor. Still wearing his sweats and work boots, he slid down a ways and began giving some stud attention to my cock. His bushy red goatee scuffed at my balls as he began licking and smooching on my hard shaft. He then took me into his mouth and began sucking and slurping me with urgency. His rough palms laid on my chest rubbing me and pinching my nipples playfully as he massaged my stick wit his warm wet tongue.

While I didn’t mind being on the bitch end of this big skinhead construction stud, he was proving pretty versatile after all. I was starting to get that “Daddy” complex with him for the first time. He knew how to suck cock pretty good too for a dude with an old lady at home! Slithering his tongue and deep throating my leaking fuck stick, he was getting me ready to blow in short order. The smell of our bodies in the heat of it all was rising and I was high as a kite.

Then he pulled his writhing mouth off my dick and hastily pulled off his boots and sweats. They thumped to the floor as he crawled up on top of me, straddling my chest. We tongued briefly in heat as I laid under the weight of this 200lb muscle stud. He then reached around and guided my wet throbbing cock in between his cheeks. Pushing his dry hairy cherry against the head of my oozing rod, he sat back upright. Wet from his spit and my precum flow, I slid into his red haired nest slowly as he let the weight of his body down on my cock.

It felt so good inside of his warm tight chute. His velvety warm cunt slid onto me like a leather glove as his muscle but cheeks rested in my groin. Bracing himself, he rubbed my chest with is sandpapery hands and began to ride my dick. His mouth dropped open and he rolled his eyes back in his skull as he moaned, “Ohhhhh yeah, that feels so fuckin good bro”. It felt good to him, but I was about to blow off and he was just getting seated.

Holding me down, the muscle stud grinded up and down on my cock heavy and hard, grunting deep from the gut. “Uhh, uhhh, uhhh, yeah.” I pushed up into his as much as I could but his massive muscled body was no match for my slender light frame. Finally he leaned down on my chest and we kissed again before he bear hugged me and rolled us over onto his back. Now on top of this tatted up skin stud I was able to lay into him with all of my might for a change.

He grabbed my head and pulled me into a rough sloppy kiss again and then looked me in the eye. “Come on, give it to me hard bro,” he invited. Pulling his thick muscular thighs up around my torso I spit on my cock and wet it up again and slid into his stink hole. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow as I began jack hammering him as hard as I could, hitting his G-spot as much as I could. His hairy thick legs clenched around my ass tightly as he clenched his jaw and grunted, “Come on bro, harder….harder”.

Surprised at this construction stud’s hunger for cock, I gave it what he came for. Slap, Slap, Slap! The sound and smell of man sex echoed in the room as I pounded his tight pasty hole, riding the muscle bitch hard and fast. He began jacking his uncut cock as I plugged him good, his head rolling around in my pillow, his eyes locked on mine with a wanting desire. “Come oooonnnnn!, Yeah” he moaned as he shot a rope of his sweet stick white across his chest and face. “Yeah, come on yea!” Jacking his cock violently he shot three more spurts off seed onto himself, his face and my headboard. Damn!

I leaned down and lapped up a mouthful of his stud seed from his hairy tattooed chest and his goatee and kissed him, tonguing his juices in our mouths as I continued to slide in and out of his cunt. Our bodies lubricated with his spunk, I slid back and forth on him as I fucked the last yards to the goal post. Feeling the tight tingle in my inner sanctum I soon exploded into the muscle stud’s stinky fuck hole, filling him with four good long squirts of my own breed. I then fell on top of him and we laid together in our high sweating and kissing, sticking together in our mess.

After we came down a bit I asked, “So you have to get going now?”. Laying there next to me he said, “No, my old lady went up to Redding this weekend to see her sister, wont be home til late tonight. I got nothing going today”. I smiled, “You’re welcome to hang out here with me if you want”. He smiled and we kissed again. “Cool, I’d like that”. We cuddled some more and fell back asleep as we had both been up late and were tired.

A couple of hours later we found ourselves awake again, stirring together in the stained man-stenched sheets of my bed. The light coming through the blinds could not be ignored this time. I grabbed my pipe and packed another bowl of mean ganga which we both smoked down, sending our heads in to an electric vibrating fog once again. “My hangover is fuckin gone now! So is it time to get up?” he asked kiddingly. “I guess so.” I replied and then invited, “Lets take a shower”. He got a wide smile on his face and squeezed my cock, “Let do”.

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A couple of hours later we found ourselves awake again, stirring together in the stained man-stenched sheets of my bed. The light coming through the blinds could not be ignored this time. I grabbed my pipe and packed another bowl of mean ganga which we both smoked down, sending our heads in to an electric vibrating fog once again. “My hangover is fuckin gone now! So is it time to get up?” he asked jokingly. “I guess so.” I replied and then invited shyly, “Want to take a shower together?” He got a wide smile on his face and squeezed my cock, “Let do”.

We both got up and stepped into my small bathroom. Standing next to me he began taking a piss in the toilet as I reached into the shower and got the water going. I watched him handling his meat and the stream of dark gold streaming from it. He finished up and I followed suit, pissing into the bowl and adding mine to it. He reached around and held my dick for me as I let out the last of my piss, aiming it playfully around in a circle.

Turning around in the tight bathroom we wiggled at each other momentarily as we bumped our semi hard cocks together waiting for the water to get hot. “Man I sure would love to hook up with you regular like”, David said in a slow gravely voice. I grabbed his uncut meat and gave it a good squeeze. “I have had more fun with you in the last week than I’ve had in a while”, he said looking down at our man parts hanging below. We then kissed and swapped some spit for a quick moment.

As the water go hot we stepped into the soothing and cleansing hot water and engaged in mutual shower play, cleaning each other, and exploring each other‘s bodies. It was pretty fucking hot getting to rub down and scrub this rough stud’s muscled body and spend some time getting a good look at all of his tattoos. He definitely went through and angels and demons phase and liked barbed wire, swords, and skulls a lot. When I finally saw the “San Quentin” scrawled among some of his ink, I finally got it. He had done time in one of California’s worst hell holes.

Unfazed by my discovery, in fact turned on in a strange way I continued rubbing him down and touching him in ways that made him sigh in comfort. We were both hard as a rock and took a few passes jacking each other playfully with soapy suds. “Bend over!” he said. “I want to wash your pussy”. Bracing my hands against the wall, I bent over and let my skinhead buddy begin working my fuck nest with soapy suds and his rough thick hands. He finger fucked my hole and squeezed my balls making my cock throb as the hot rain fell.

“You ever shaved your asshole bro?” he asked. “No, not really” I replied. “Oh man, you gotta let me shave you ass. You mind if I shave it for you?” he asked. “I really get off on a nice shaved cunt”. His fingers still massaging my swelling rosebud, I said “sure.” I stepped out the shower briefly and grabbed my can of shaving cream and razor from the sink and handed it to him back in the shower. He smiled, “Cool. No bend over again and spread ‘em wide so I can get in there.”

Back in the comfort of the warm falling water I bent over and spread my cheeks to give the stud access to my ass. I suddenly felt the cool soothing chill of shaving cream on my hole, something I hadn’t felt before. His rough finger pushed a small amount into me giving me a cold burning twitch that sent a shudder up my spine. He rubbed my hole and balls down and massaged me with the cream, getting me very relaxed.

He worked the project carefully and quickly, pulling the razor away from the base of my pucker all around my fuck hole. The tap tap tap of the razor on the shower floor was followed by long curly hairs floating under me on the way to the drain. Every so often he poked my now tingling hole with his fat fingers playfully, causing me to thrust my ass back and forth and fuck his digits. “Don’t get too excited yet”, he said with a laugh.

As he finished up he let the shower water rinse down my ass and between my cheeks to clean up the job site. “You can let go now”, he said as I felt his hands clasp my butt cheeks. I placed my hands back up on the wall and braced myself which was far more comfortable. He squeezed and pulled my cheeks wide allowing the air to dance with my pucker. “Nice!”, he said proudly. “You should see how fuckin delicious this looks now bro!”.

As I started to reply, I felt his rough stubbled face between my ass cheeks and his tongue drilling into my hole. His wet mouth slathered all over and around my nest, his tongue probing in and out of the smooth tender gate. I pushed my ass harder toward him as he dug into me like a hungry dog. While he held my ass tight with one hand he grabbed my cock with the other and began giving me some muther fucking hot rusty trombone action. His hand clenched hard pulled on my shaft as his violent tongue fucked my ass like fire from a torch. My hips uncontrollably began humping motions as he worked my spot with his evil ride. I thought I was gonna blow as I felt his writhing tongue go deep into places I didn’t think it could reach.

Then he stood up and put his hand on my shoulder holding me down, bent over in front of him. I heard the “psssht” of the shaving cream again, feeling it land on my lower back. He then set swiped the ball of lather and coated his thick uncut tool with it. “Now I’m fuckin that clean new pussy of yours bro.” he warned. My hole was already soft and opened up from his rough fucking last night. I was ready to get stud fucked.

When he slid his fat cock up my ass with all that shaving cream lube a burning sensation rocked me like I had never felt before. He slid himself into me slow as his 200 lb body pressed me against the plastic shower wall. My hole stretched around his construction tool with a cooling slippery burn as he began butt-fucking me good in the shower’s din.

His slippery rough hands struggled to hold my body tight and still so he could keep his plow on. The burn of the shaving cream receded as his fuck stick began to build more friction. He slammed my ass harder and faster as I did me best to hold my body stiff in the small shower stall. I would be sweating and shaking if it had not been for the hot water spraying on my back. “Uuhh yeah! Uhh yeah!” he grunted as he fucked excitedly. His cock squirted into me as his fat thick head bottomed out in my chute, giving his fuck a warmer slipperier feel once again.

He wrapped his arms around my torso and humped at me slower now. He pulled up to stand with his arms as his rough stubble scraped at my shoulder. Still pushing his cum stick in and out of me in a bear hug he whispered into my ear, “Uh bro, you get me off so much”. As he held me tight with his dick in my spent ass he reached around and jacked me off until I came. As my cum dribbled down his knuckles he kissed the back of my neck and nibbled on my ear.

As if coming out of a fog, we finished up by cleaning each other’s cocks again. He soaped up my spent hole and washed me out once more. “Nice pussy”, he chided again like a proud Dad as he rinsed the last of his fuck mess from my nest.

We spent the rest of the afternoon laying on the couch together, getting high, watching the tube and playing around with each other. We went at it a couple more times and he ate my nice clean nest one more time till I came. He showed me a new world when it came to rimming. I finally asked him about his tattoos and San Quentin. He had indeed done some time for armed robbery and assault charges he said. “Does that make you scared of me?” he asked. “Maybe, but I guess I have to trust a guy who has eaten out my ass as much as you have.”

He laughed and he went on to tell me war stories about being in the joint. Some were scary, others titillating. He had been a bitch a couple times to some guys who attacked him, but aligned himself with the right group of skinhead types and turned the tables. He hooked up one of the gang leaders inside so he made it out with a new hunger for sex that now had to be fed, but one his old lady could not serve.

The day went by and the time came. Hot got dressed back up in his dirty sweats, his Iron Maiden T-shirt and slipping his weathered work boots on his bare feet. “My old lady will be home soon, I better get back to the cage and make like I been there all day.” he said as he laced up his boots. “Man you don’t know how lucky you are living here foot loose and fancy free without shit to deal with”.

He then stood up and we hugged and kissed as he headed for the door. “Man I a good time today? You?” he asked with a curious scrunch of his red bushy brow. “Sure did. When can we do it again?”, I asked. He smiled. “If you want hook up more regular, I’m game bro. I’m fuckin horny all day every day,” he said. “Come by the site any time you want - we can find a way to get it on there most of the time. We can even hook up for lunch for a quickie or I can drop by here after work and let you clean up my dirty cock. Whatever works bro”.

“Well I guess I will see ya tomorrow then”. I said with a laugh. “Well then you need to do me a favor and grow some more scruff on your face if your gonna come around the site. Stop shaving for a couple of days. Then we’ll style you up a little, my way.“ He patted me on the ass and turned the knob. And so he left. I peeked through the blinds as my cleaned out fuck hole burned and itched, watching the skinhead construction stud start his truck and drive away.

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“Well I guess I will see ya tomorrow then”. I said with a laugh. “Well then you need to do me a favor and grow some more scruff on your face if your gonna come around the site. Stop shaving for a couple of days. Then we’ll style you up a little, my way.“ He patted me on the ass and turned the knob. And so he left. I peeked through the blinds as my cleaned out fuck hole burned and itched, watching the skinhead construction stud start his truck and drive away

It turned out I didn’t see him for a few three days though. In the meantime I stopped shaving my mug as he asked. I could not wait to see what he had in mind. Something about the big dude wanting to make me over was kind of cool to me. I was getting some strange looks and comments from my white collar cubicle rats at work, but I was so not caring. Finally, he called me on my cell phone late on Thursday morning and asked if we could hook up for lunch. He said he had a surprise for me and asked if he could pick me up at work.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have you back to work on time bro”, he assured. I told him to drive around the back of my office building and park at the far end of the lot so nobody at work would see me getting in a dirty truck with some rough ex-con. Not sure why I was afraid but I was getting enough weird vibes from my coworkers just growing some scruff on my face. I worked with a pretty clean goody crowd and they all lived in clean white houses and with clean white carpet.

At 12:00 I headed out the back door of my building and walked a way down the lot till I saw David’s beaten down Chevy truck. It’s lumber rack had a few boards strapped to it and a pretty good load of roofing materials were in the back. It was hanging low on the dirty bald mud tires. A piece of tattered rope was hanging over the tailgate and touching the ground. As I got closer I saw another man’s hairy arm hanging out the passenger side window. What was this?

I slowed my pace and walked up to David’s side doing my best to act unfazed. “Hey bro”, David said in a chipper voice, “Nice scruff you got growin on there. Nice indeed.“ He reached out with his hand and palmed the underside of my jaw giving it a squeeze with his rough dirty hand. The other guy in the truck just looked on blankly as David asked, “So are you ready to go?”. Looking over at the other guy I said, “Sure let me hop in”. I rounded the front of the roughly idling pick-up and pulled open the creaky door. The young passenger scooted over to the center of the seat and nodded at me as I stepped in. David just winked at me as he pulled the column shifter into reverse and looked in his mirror. The truck jerked backwards and began a slow roll. “glug glug glug glug glug”.

The guy sitting next to me was about my age, in is early 20‘s. Once I was buckled in he held out his rough hand to me and said, “I’m Josh”. He obviously worked with David as he was dressed in the same dirty worn construction dude attire, but with a twist. He had on the tattered sweaty T-shirt and faded leather work-boots but had on a rashed up pair of loose fitting grey sweats on in place of 501’s. Nice.

Josh seemed a lot like David but younger, an alternative punk styled blue collar dude with a shaved head, a bushy light brown goatee and a pair of earplugs. He had from what I could tell a pretty muscular build and his hairy arms showed some tribal tattoos creeping from under his worn System Of A Down shirt sleeves. He had a "dumb-jock" kind of stoner persona that immediately made him sexy as hell to me.

I wasn't sure what was happening, so I just sat quietly as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward my apartment complex. As we rode I was sneaking a peek at Josh's sizeable bulge through his loose worn sweat pants. Why is he coming along I wondered? It was hot out and David’s truck had no AC. I could feel Josh's sweaty arms and legs against mine. His muscles were firm and I could feel them brush against me when he moved. The smell of sweaty men in the hot dirty truck’s cab was strong. I would surely reek when I got back to work. Little did I know it would be worse than I thought.

David cranked up the stereo and they started rocking out in unison as we drove. Josh then pulled out a fat joint from the glove box and sparked it up. Pleasantly surprised, I joined in and we passed it around a few times getting blazed as shit. As we drove I finally asked what we were doing for lunch. David looked over at me with a shit-eating grin as his eyes glazed over. "Your house bro", he replied still grinning. Josh then looked over at me putting his hand on my thigh. "Dave said you’re a good fuck,“ he said with a slight taunting voice and then grinned like a wolf. My heart shifted gears and raced. Sensing my shock, he smiled squeezed my thigh. The muscled stoner toked the last of the joint and tossed it out the window past my face.

I was enchanted and now very blazed out. I took a chance and reached over to grab that bulge protruding between Josh’s legs. He returned the gesture with a smile. “Right on man”, he cheered “Squeeze my cock”. I grasped at his bulge over his sweats and wrapped my hand around his cock. I could tell he was thick and rubbery. My hand around his shaft I squeezed it. Damn, he was as fat as my skinhead construction stud. David eyeing the action, said "whoa guys, wait 'til we get there". Stoned and in a zone, Josh leaned over and tried kissing me, his rough goatee rubbing my face. David elbowed him in the ribs. "Knock it off people can see you!" he grunted.

We arrived at my place and piled toward the door. Once inside there was no hesitating. My tongue was impatiently waiting to get around Josh's fat cock. I wanted to see it. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to taste it. I love the taste of hot sweaty men, especially the ones who have been working all day. Josh had been out getting hot and sticky down there all morning and was ripe. He had single handedly taken all of my attention from David. He pulled down his sweats letting his fat cock spring out and sat on the edge of my couch. I lunged down on my knees and took him in with a vengeance.

His sweaty meat had just a little light brown hair veining up the shaft to his uncut foreskin. His tool was about 6", but fat and blunt tapering off to a nice bomb like shape. It was flat and wide at the middle and now hard as a block of wood. It was not as long as David’s but much fatter, and David was stretching ass re-sizing fuck himself.

I slurped like a ravenous whore up and down, while he grunted like a stud should. My nose took in his moist sweaty bush with each bob. David not to be left out had made himself at home and grabbed the tube of lube from my bedroom. I could hear him popping open the cap and preparing his cock for a ride. It was obviously for me I thought as I slurped and sucked the sweat and salt off his young studly friend. David was enjoying the voyeurism cheering, "Right on bro suck that cock!"

He then pushed the coffee table aside and came over behind me. I stopped and hastily pulled my khakis down and got back on Josh's cock. Kneeling down and aiming his red haired uncut tool toward my hole, David's fat rough skinned fingers penetrated my crack and began massaging my hole. The cold lube made me flinch at first but the warmth came.

Josh was letting out some sweet sticky juices that added a tang to the pungent taste of sweat and piss that I had been enjoying to this point. David was done with the preamble and started probing his hard construction cock into my hole. David hastily shoved it in all the way to the bottom. No honey-moon here, I thought but he had already opened me up pretty good in the past week. I pulled off of Josh for a moment letting out a loud "ahhuhhh", twitching against the construction stud’s plunge though. Josh grabbed my head tightly with his sandpapery hands shoved my face back down over his cock, forcing my head up and down with a slight fucking motion in his groin. My ass was in terminal pain from David’s abrupt plodding as he started fucking me deep and long. He was going for broke from the outset.

After a moment or two, I loosened up and relaxed my muscles allowing him to slide more freely. His hands were clenched on my shoulders while he slapped his balls against mine. His hard fucking motions were causing my head to bob back and forth on Josh's prick as I sucked him. Josh was loving it! He was more vocal than David, encouraging me as I sucked him with lots of “Oh yeah dude! That feels so fucking good man. Oh fuck dude, keep doing that!“ He starting fucking into my mouth up and down and then I felt his thighs tighten. He suddenly vice gripped my skull and violently blew his warm spunk into the back of my throat. His fingernails scraping at my scalp, he pumped my mouth full of his stud seed until it began leaking out of my lips faster than I could slurp it up.

Between my moans an grunts from David's motions, I attempted to lick and polish off Josh's deflating cock. Leaning back in bliss he dutifully wiped up every bit of spilled seed from his shaft and thighs and fed it to me as I licked and cleaned his fingers. I continued sucking up the cum that had cropped in his light brown bush pubes, getting hair stuck in my teeth as I continued to get the shit fucked out of me. The skinhead construction stud’s cock was pumping me violently. He was getting ready to cum based on his heightened grunts. His deep booming voice always turned me on, but to hear it moaning in pleasure was too much. "Oohhhh yeah,, fuck yeahh bro! I‘m gonna cum!", he cheered like a fan at a football game. I hoped the neighbors weren‘t home yet. Just then he injected his ex-con cum seed deep into my punished red hole.

After David finished seeding my chute he pulled out and sat on the couch next to Josh. I got up off my knees and sat on the couch between them and began jacking myself off. Josh leaned over just in time to suck me as I came. He slurped my load in and licked my cock while I blew getting it all over that nice goatee of his. He then pulled into him and we started kissing and tongue dancing, sharing my juices back and forth. This was heavy stuff for a first date I thought. This guy was a hot muscular straight acting construction stud and was getting down on my cum like a pig. David must have trained him good I thought.

David by the way had gotten up, wiped his fuck stick off with a towel he brought from my room and started cooking some of my frozen burritos in the microwave. Josh and I just sat there in the afterglow watching the tattooed skinhead stud in the kitchen waiting on the timer. "He is pretty good fuck huh" Josh offered. We both laughed and agreed. “So you and David know each other pretty well then huh?”, I asked. Josh giggled and replied, “He’s my brother.” I was shocked. “For real? He is your blood brother or you are like good bros?” I asked. “Nope, flesh and blood,” he answered. “Damn”, I replied. So you guys have fucked before then huh?” Josh rolled his eyes and let out a grunt laugh. “Fuck an A, ever since I was 7. But my dick is fatter than his. Makes him squeal like a girl if I fuck him to hard.”

I just shook my head in amazement at what I was hearing. David finally came back with the steaming hot burritos on a plate and sat next to us on the couch. We grabbed them up and at like stoners with the munchies do. Fast and hasty. I gave David a ration of shit for not telling me he had such a hot ass butt-fucking brother.

After a short bit of chatter, Josh started jacking his cock and looking back and forth at us. He told David to get on the floor and prepare to get his ass reamed. The skinhead construction stud smiled and threw him the lube. “Alright, but don’t be showing off”, he said furrowing his brow. Like a good dog, the rough tatted skin stud got down on his hands and knees with his arms braced on the couch as his little brother got ready to pound his ass. I squeezed my cock as Josh began fingering the read haired tattooed skinhead’s butt-hole with the lube.

David looked up at me and licked lips motioning me over to him. I slid over right under his face and stretched my legs out either side of him, leaning back on the couch. He went down on me and started licking hard at my piss hole. It made my shiver and try to squirm away, but he stayed on as if trying to stick his rough flaming flithering tongue down my cock.

Josh started feeding his half hard prick into David’s fuck hole. Having just sucked him, I remembered how fat he was and seeing that he was still semi-soft while shoving it in to David I figured it was about like getting a potato rammed up your ass. David let out a grunt "uhhhhhh" while jerking forward and away from Josh. "You fuck! Take it easy!" he barked. Unfazed, Josh grabbed his brother’s muscular hips and continued. I put my hands on David's shoulders and held him still while Josh plunged in again.

To my surprise, the ex-con bad ass was struggling. Josh buried the bone balls deep and just stayed there for a moment letting David adjust while I guided his face back toward my leaking cock. Josh started slowly fucking his older brother, pulling his body on and off of me. I continued to help him stay on my cock even though he spent more time moaning "uhh, uhhh, ohh" than sucking and licking. After a few tense moments, David must have began enjoying it as he started sucking harder and faster.

Young buck Josh was hip to it as well and started getting into it more forcefully. The brut odor of sweat and man sex was filling the room. The three of us were in a unison rhythm of fucking and sucking, grunting and moaning - this was awesome. I didn't last long, warning the David that I was about to cum. He put his hands around my ass and grabbed tight pulling me into him as I exploded into his mouth. He licked and slurped, sucked and bobbed as my hot seed flowed down his chin and into his thick red goatee.

When I was done flowing he pulled off crawled forward and on top of me. His hairy tattooed chest on mine we began passing my sticky strings of cum back and forth in our mouths. Josh, looking like little-boy-lost back there with his wet cock hanging in the wind immediately jumped up on David’s back and plugged back in. We were now stacked on the edge of the couch, David and I kissing while Josh was slamming the hell out of him with that fat blunt beer can of a cock.

I could feel Josh's increasing rhythm through him though. His breaths and moans heavily blasting against my face, I embraced the skinhead construction stud as if a comforting brother during an hour of need. I ran my hands across his smooth bald scalp as he sweated it out. I looked over his shoulders to see Josh's sexy facial expressions of pleasure. His beautiful dimpled square chin and goatee was dropped down and his thick brow furrowed as he pumped his brother’s asshole for all it was worth. He kept altering his expression with each thrust as if putting on a show. “Oh fuck yeah old man, take that cock like a bitch!“, he chided.

Josh opened his eyes for a second catching me watch him while David’s face was buried in my neck. He smiled and winked at me with a shit eating grin. “You like watching me fuck the shit out of him huh?” he jeered. He then bucked a couple of deliberate rough hard thrusts at his older brother making the muscled skinhead flinch and wince with pain. “Fuck an A bro!”, Josh taunted. “You’re gonna feel that later tonight when you’re old lady’s makin you suck out her tuna twat!” The smile of vengeance stretched ear to ear on the goateed dude’s face.

Seconds later he slowed and gave one last deep hard thrust squirting his load into his big bro’s meaty ass. David went limp, still laying on me moaning in my ear and breathing deep sighs of relief. It must have wiped him out because he just laid there for about a minute or two after Josh pulled out and began wiping up his cock with the towel.

The bitch fucked tattooed skinhead finally got up off of me and started cleaning up. As we were getting dressed, I realized that my shirt was drenched with cum. "Shit you guys, I can't wear this back to work", I exclaimed. David and Josh both laughed. "Hold on, I'll get you something", David said disappearing down the hall to my room. He returned with one of my a nice dress shirts and said "Here I picked this out just for you stud." As Josh was gathering his clothes to get dressed David jibed him in the stomach and said, “Leave your underwear here, our buddy here gets off on a guy’s dirty clothes. He‘s got a whole collection of them in his dresser from the jobsite”.

They both giggled at each other and then looked at me as I cringed in mild embarrassment. “Thanks”, I said sarcastically. They both pulled their work clothes back on and left their dirty sweaty underwear laying on my coffee table as they sat began tying up their boot laces. Josh looked at me with a giddy grin and grabbed his cock through his sweats. “I didn’t get a chance to see if you were a good fuck”, he said with a smile. “I guess we’ll have try this again sometime”. His older brother grunted at him territorially, “Don’t go using on my bud here I found him first”. I smiled at both of them and said don’t worry there is enough of me for both of you.

We then headed back to the truck and they took me back to my office. On the way I gave Josh my cell phone number and told him to call me any time he wanted. “Cool man”, he said. David elbowed him and said, “You gotta ask my permission first bitch!” Josh just laughed and said, “You’re the bitch of the day bro”. It got silent for the remaining mile to my office. My mind was reeling at how I had just picked up to rough assed fuck buddies inside of a week. I was still a little stoned too so my head was swimming in it.

As I slammed the door the rough ex-con construction stud said, “Thanks again bro. I’ll call ya later about trimming up that scruff of yours. My slimy asshole aching, my mouth tasting like dick, and pubic hair in my teeth I went back to work.

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Once in my room we began hugging and kissing momentarily in between undressing. The feel of his warm body wrapped around mine sent me through the roof again. He smelled of musk, beer and pot mixed with a little but of construction site. The moment sent beads of sweat popping all over my body as my pulse quickened with anticipation. I felt a draft of heat as our bodies began creating their own weather.

We quickly peeled off our pants and underwear, releasing our rock hard meat into the open air again, continuing to grasp and embrace each other playfully. Finally, he sat down on the side of my bed and began jacking himself. I briefly stepped away into the bathroom to make sure I was clean before he dove into my shitter. When I came back he was laying on my bed massaging his thick bent cock and looking like the Devil waiting to devour my flesh in pleasure.

“Do you have any lube?” he asked. Drunk and beyond the need for tenderness, I replied “Yep, let me put it on ya”. I then crawled onto the bed and dove onto his meat with my wet mouth. “Spit and shove or it ain’t love”, he said with a laugh while I gave his throbbing tool a wet down with my warm watering mouth. He pumped my face for a few moments before he got up and said, “get up on your knees”. I followed suit and got on my fours with my ass in the air, and gathered a couple pillows under my head, wrapping my arms around them.

I was preparing for his usual quick draw athletic onslaught as he sidled up behind me. He grasped my ass cheeks with his rough palms and spread them apart. “Hmmm”, he grunted with a guttural tone. “That looks so sweet man.” Just as I was expecting to feel the head of his fat cock pressing against my nest, his hands stretched me open some more, allowing the feeling of cold air on my hole. Then a bead of warm spit dropped right on my target and rolled down toward my balls. Just as my body shuddered from the wet surprise, I felt his hairy stubbly face between my cheeks followed by his rough wet tongue probing my manhole deep.

“Ohhhhhhh”, I let out as a wave of shock rocked up my spine. “Ohh, man”. He writhed his tongue in and out of my stink hole, slithering it around, in an out, sucking on it, spitting in it, licking all around. It was making me nuts. I did my best to arch my back low and keep my ass pressed his way as he gave me a tongue ride like I had never experienced before. He paused and spit on my pulsing hole a few times and licked at my nest some more. Finally he pulled away and I heard him spitting on his hands again and rubbing down his meat.

“You ready bro?” He asked. “Ohhh yeah.” I muttered as beads of sweat rolled off of me in every direction. “Good, then roll over on your back.” I quickly turned over and situated myself on my back as he continued to spit on his fat bent cock. He lifted my legs up against his chest as he saddled up to me. My heart was racing and I was breathing harder than ever. Sensing my body’s adrenalin reaction to his pending assault, he laid down over me so that we were face to face. My legs now wrapped around his torso, he leaned in and we kissed for a brief few seconds in a passionate heat like I have never felt. “Relax man”, he said with a smile. We looked into each other’s eyes and kissed again.

He then arched back up and began getting to business. He slowly started working his curved meat stick into my waiting hole. His thick head bore down on it’s target and began slipping in with a sharp wave of pain. I flinched and winced as he passed the gate and pressed on. Looking down at me with a pleasure smirk he said, “Just relax man, I’ll take it easy”. He was lying, he always said that before he began jack hammering me like his little bitch.

Like the bull he had always been he fucked me hard and long, pounding by hole, reaming me open with his athletic force and stamina. We changed positions a number of times in what seemed like the longest fuck in my life. I swear he pounded me for a half hour. Sweat was running our of our bodies, my back was stuck to the wet bed. Geoff hovered over me and laid on me, our sweaty chests sliding back and forth while he fucked me raw.

We kissed off and on and he pulled out of me occasionally to spit on his cock and wet my hole up. It was heaven and hell. My ass was hurting, I felt torn open, hot and burned from his friction. But it felt so good to have Geoff’s body, his smell, his sweat all over me. I finally got so hot that my balls blew their juice, spraying my jizz between our sweaty heaving chests. Geoff smiled at me with a devilish grin as he wiped up a few ropes of my seed and lubed his cock with it, then slid back into me.

He then lifted himself into push up position over me and began bull-fucking my sloppy hole with a renewed vengeance. I wrapped my legs around his bucking body and squeezed my hole as tight as I could as the sound of ass slapping filled the air. Harder and harder he jack hammered as I winced in pain and let out a loud, “Aahhhh, Owwwww, Ahh Ahh Ahh, Ohh, Man that …. It …..Oh Oh,” He was on hyper drive for only a short moment before he rolled his head back and moan, “Ohhhhhh fuuuck! Yeah baby, Oh yeah.”

He pumped my hole full of his spunk as I felt drips of sweat from his hose hit me in the face. Keeping his softening rod in me he collapsed on my chest and we kissed some more, running our hands through each other’s hair. It was the most romantic I had ever remembered him. We laid there for some time afterward, slithering in our stickiness and seething in our smell.

Afterward we took a shower together and got cleaned up. My ass was sore and I swore I would have been bleeding, but Geoff assured me it was not the case. We made our way back to the kitchen and I made us some dinner. We were both in that afterglow buzz you get when you both really had good sex. Everything seemed to get a giggle and we kept looking at each other with a smile. I knew I was done. I was in love and there was no question about this time. It was like we were in that same spot 20 years ago but this time I had no inhibitions, no doubts. I wasn't gonna let him get away this time.

Finally I said, “So what now?” Geoff just laughed and said, “You want to go at it again?” “That’s not what I meant”, I replied. He looked at me and then down at the food he was sticking with his fork. “I know what you mean Shane”, he said. “Look I didn’t mean to pressure you at all with coming back here. I had no idea I would even see you again. If you want to just hang loose that’s cool with me. If you want to hook up here and there, that’s cool too. If you want to make this more than that, pick up where we left off I'm up for that too.”

I knew that I wanted him in my bed from now on. In the past week I had come to know I wanted him in my life as well. I felt like I had the chance to make something right. And now I was the one that might make him uncomfortable for once. I finally pulled back from the table and looked him in the eye. With conviction I never felt before I said it. “I love you”. He looked shocked at first. "Geoff. I love you". His eyes welled up a bit as he replied, “You never said that to me before.” "Well I mean it Geoff. I really mean it", I said almost beginning to tear up myself.

We both stood up from the kitchen table hastily and pushing back the chairs and grabbed each other in a tight bear hug. We stood there in the embrace for what seemed like minutes and then gave each other a long kiss again. Our embrace tightened and remained again as we just basked in each other's warmth not wanting to stop.

We eventually retreated to the living room and laid on the couch the rest of the night talking and cuddling. Where we were headed together went pretty fucking fast from that point. The gas pedal was mashed to the floor. I told him that he should move in to my house. He needed a place and I had one. He happily agreed and that only made our night that much more exciting.

Finally the conversation turned to work and how we were going to play this. Geoff said, “Look, I'm not going to hide who I am. If we are going to go down this road, we need to be honest with people. They’ll find out anyway and talk behind our back.” I suddenly felt scared. “Geoff, do you have any idea about how people will react? We work for a construction company. These guys are rednecks!”, I exclaimed “I mean look at Tony! He’ll fire your ass if he finds out you’re gay”

Geoff just smiled and let out a laugh. I did not understand. He then said, “Well, I guess I need to tell you a little bit about Tony”.

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An erotic work of fiction continued from Shocked Part 3

Geoff and I arrived to my house within minutes of leaving the Red Baron Club. I pulled into my driveway and Geoff parked his truck behind. I unlocked the door and showed him in. As I shut the door behind me, Geoff was right there wrapping his big thick arms around me in a confident bear hug. I responded in kind strapping him in close. “Hmmmm,” he said soulfully. Inhaling his smell filled my soul like a powerful drug, warming my body and hardening my cock. I gave him a tighter squeeze and held him tight.

It was like pulling the firing pin on a grenade. Pinning him against the door we both fell into it like a couple of hairy dogs in heat. Face to face, cock to cock, we began kissing violently, grinding our rock hard groins into each other. It so powerful to taste him again, to feel his tongue flickering in fire with mine, to smell him. As we cranked up the heat, our breaths became quickened and shallowed, beads of sweat began to form and our musky scent became more pronounced. There was no going back now.

I was rock hard and could feel his tool sliding up and down with mine though our pants. I slipped my hands up under his T-Shirt and ran my flat palms across his chest while his moved down into my jeans. We simultaneously grappled and pulled each other’s shirts off and tossed them aside and began hugging and kissing again, basking in the electricity of our bare sweaty chests and scruffy faces rubbing together. His body heat radiating into me was intoxicating. His rough stiff goateed face ground itself into mine, sending chills.

His hands had managed to unbutton my pants and were now reaching into my sweaty underwear. When I felt his rough hand encircle my rod we locked eyes. He stared deeply into me as his fingertips smeared my pre-cum around on the head of my cock. “I have wanted you for so long,” he said and landed another deep kiss on me. Then he dropped to his knees and started mouthing my leaking cock, licking it up and down aggressively. He was handling my balls and shaft, squeezing as he massaged my head with his tongue. The jock stud slurped and let muffled moans, pulling me in with his hands grasped tightly around my ass.

“Ohh, hmmmm, yeah” I let out. He continued to tongue and suck my cock, alternating from deep throating to sandpapering my piss slit with his tongue toturously. His rough tongue drove me wild with a shiver of electricity up my spine every time he wiped it stiffly across my head. I wanted to get down on his meat just as badly, to taste his dirty sweaty bent cock. I wanted to fuck, be fucked. Give and get. I wanted it all simultaneously. But for now he was on a mission to make my knees shake and my cock fire off. I tried to shift gears and pull away but he grabbed my ass cheeks tighter and sucked harder. Finally I was out of control. “Oh man I’m gonna cum. You keep that up and I am gonna go!”

He slithered his tongue up under the head of my cock and sucked on my sensitive spot just as I felt everything tighten up. “I’m gonna........!” His rough tongue was drilling my piss hole when I shot my first rope, splooshing it all over. He then took me in deep as I shot 3-4 more times into his throat. “Oh man, oh fuck!” I groaned as I felt the last of it squirting. “Kiss me”, I said. He pulled off and stood up. He had my warm sticky seed all over his goatee and in his mouth as we locked lips and shared my warm juice. I was a sacrament of male lust, sharing the seed. We looked each other in the eyes giggling and moaning as we enjoyed the moment.

“It’s my turn.” I said as I rapidly worked at tearing his 501’s open. I couldn't wait to taste his raunchy curved cock. It had been in his jeans all day at work out in the hot construction site, getting nice and ripe with sweat and piss. His pants down around his knees, I began mouthing his pole tented underwear. He looked so hot with his fuck tool sticking out, bound by the tight white briefs. A nice wet spot had formed where he had been leak pre-cum that I immediately went for. He clasped his hands around my skull as I started licking and sucking the clear slime from his underwear. His groin was gyrating and fucking at my face as his blunt cloth covered tool tantalized my taste buds.

I finally slid them down allowing his fat seven inches to swing out. His cock is bent to the left like a banana, a thick blunt banana that could fuck you like nothing else I can remember. I wrapped my lips around him and began savoring his sticky stink rod. It tasted so salty and sour, I couldn’t get enough of it fast enough. I started in fast and furious, licking and deep throating him. He tightened his grip on my head and started fucking my skull with an aggressive rhythm, bottoming out on the back of my throat. It hurt at first as I was not used to it, but I did my best to go with the flow.

He was already hot and didn’t last long. Without verbal warning I felt his warm girgling jizz flood my mouth. “Mmmmmm, yeah that’s.....”, he moaned quietly and fell backwards against my front door. He pulled almost all the way out ensuring that his cum spewed out directly across my tongue. I pulled off and licked and suckled his head while he pumped my mouth full. Knowing that we both loved to swap our seed I immediately stood up and we got back into deep sloppy French kissing some more with mouths of warm white. We kissed while our wet sticky cocks rubbed together, our arms squeezed tightly in a tight hug.

As it subsided, we both pulled our pants up and went to the kitchen to grab a couple beers. We washed our sticky mouths down and kissed some more playfully as we stood in the kitchen. “Man that was hot,” Geoff said as he gazed into my eyes. “Fuck man, I haven’t gotten down like that in a long time," I replied as I still had the tangle tickle of our cum in the top of my throat. I finally said, “Do you still smoke the green?” He looked at me a bit surprised. “Um, well I guess. I haven’t gotten high in years.” I nodded, “Want to smoke some?” I invited. He smiled with a devilish grin. “Well sure I guess, since it’s a special occasion and all”

We went into the living room and sat on the couch. I pulled out my special box from under the coffee table and dug into twisting up a nice fat joint with some Humboldt green. He just laughed, “Man so you still smoke up huh?” “Just once in a while on special occasions”, I said wryly. “What?” he chided. “Like when you get up in the morning and when you get home from work, whenever the newspaper comes?” We both laughed. “You might remember that this little ritual is how we got started together”, I reminded him jokingly. He let out a deep laugh, “Yeah I guess that’s right huh”. Once I finished twisting up the mean doobie, we toked it down.

We hung out for a short while and caught up on things, told each other our life stories for the past decade and went through another half a dozen beers. Getting horny again I finally, suggested “Hey, you want to head to my bedroom? Giving him my best wanting devilish grin, “I’d sure like to feel that cock of yours up my ass again”. In seconds we were headed down the hall, skipping and bounding.

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A tale continued from Shocked Part 2

Monday morning at work was filled with the usual emergencies and fires. The field superintendents always needed me to rescue them from various maladies left off from last week. In the construction business men are men until they need the guy at the office to pull a string or two at the city to get their jobs back on line. Then they're little pussy girls ready to sell their souls. If only they were all cock suckers I would be master of minions. I had always visualized my office as a dark chamber where the guys would line up submissively and offer me sexual favors for my life saving services of construction management.

I had been anxious all day to get the call from Geoff. I didn't know where it would all lead. I did know that I was horny as hell though and hit the restroom a couple times during the day to squeeze off some of my internal angst. Finally after lunch, my Nextel phone beeped and a familiar voice chimed. It was Tony our head field superintendent. "What's up?" I replied. In his deep masculine voice Tony said. "Hey me and Geoff are getting together at the job site at 3:00 to get him up to speed on his project. Can you bring an extra set of blueprints for him and be at the meeting so you can answer any questions he might have?" . "Sure thing Tony, see you guys there", I replied as if I could care less.

After hitting the bathroom once more I grabbed a set of plans for the project and headed out to la-la land. When I arrived, I followed Tony's tuck into the gravel parking lot. The job trailer was your typical mobile home office you see on construction sites. It's windows had bars, its paint was faded, and a plain white sign on the side that read, "Construction Office". It had a small perimeter chain-link fence large enough for a few trucks to park within.

I parked next to Tony as he got out of his truck wearing his trademark faded construction guy attire topped off with a set of slick Ray-Bans. I could undress this guy and lick him down for hours and never tire. He looked my way with his sexy Italian smile and tipped the brow of his hard hat toward me. "Hey cocksucker! Glad you made it on time for once!", he chided. He's always a gent. He had a roll of blueprints in one hand and a couple of company T-Shirts in the other. As we walked up the metal steps to the door, it flew open with Geoff bounding out to greet us.

"Hey guys", he invited with a smile and a wink to Tony and I. He stepped back as we strode into the aged, gritty job office. Geoff looked as good as ever, wearing a pair of mildly worn Levis and a set of brand new leather Doc Marten work boots. He had on a black "Marines" T-Shirt that hung on him well, highlighting his bulging arms and the wings of his upper body. We exchanged seeking glances as I passed by him and proceeded to the desk.

Tony sat his stuff down and did the cool dude fist kiss thing with Geoff, saying "Shane has a set of plans for you. We can go over my marked up set and you can take notes for yours". I looked up at Geoff and handed him the plans, "Thanks", he replied with a smile. Tony and Geoff seemed to have a pretty good rapport already I thought. The Italian Stud was in a hurry and wanted to get right to it, so we spent the next 10-15 minutes going over the construction plans. Tony led the meeting and pointed out the pertinent details to Geoff. I really didn't do much but grunt and agree whenever Tony looked toward me for agreement.

Geoff and I made eye contact occasionally. But we both seemed to be avoiding it. I was getting the sense that he was as nervous or apprehensive about this as I was. When we finally got done, Tony sat down across the desk and handed Geoff the T-Shirts he'd brought with him saying. , "Here are the shirts I promised you". Geoff grabbed the stack of red shirts and held one up to examine it. Laughing he said, "So does this mean I`m one of the guys now?" It was the standard issue red T-Shirt with our "LMJ Construction" emblazoned

across it.

Geoff reached down and pulled his black shirt up out of his belted jeans and peeled it up and off of him. Exposed was his tanned and lightly haired flat stomach and buff chest. With his arms in the air, his armpits lush with thick hair got my eye and my cock. My pulse quickened. As he started to put on one of his new red shirts he caught me eyeing him and shot me a quick smile.

"Damn dude!" Tony remarked. "You looking pretty good man! San Diego hasn`t been that bad to you after all:" Geoff smiled at him and replied, "I try to keep the playground maintained". Tony jabbed me in the side and kidded, "Do you see that?" . I just looked at him and nodded. Geoff never had to work at it. "Asshole!", I thought to myself. Tony just shook his head and said, "Shit I gotta work out three times a week to keep my girly figure". He finally leaned back and looked over at me and back at Geoff, "So you two went to high

school together huh?" For the first time in the meeting Geoff and I stopped and looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Yup", I finally answered looking back and forth at both of them as if it were inconsequential . Geoff nodded in agreement. "Geoff here was the QB on our football team, star hitter in baseball, and all that other shit too", I told Tony. Nodding as if he already knew, he looked at me and asked, "So did you guys play together?" . Play together? If he only knew. "Me? No, I didn't play sports". It got awkwardly silent.

Tony looked at me rubbing his bushy goatee with his patented quizical look. Geoff said nothing and just rocked in his chair looking at the two of us with a smirk.. "Right", he slurred as if to be contemplating. "Well I'll take off and let you two catch up." Tony finally said. "I've gotta get over to another project before everyone takes off for the day". He then stood up and headed out the door.

I was finally in a room alone with Geoff.

As we heard Tony drive out of the parking lot and down the street we finally looked each other in the eyes reading each other to see who would make the first move. Geoff blinked. "You want something to drink? I got water and Pepsi in the fridge." "No. I could really use a beer though," I replied. Geoff let out a quiet laugh and smirked. "Yeah me too." He walked around the desk, sat down and leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head. Damn he looks so good and he doesn't even know it.

"Man, it has been a long time", he finally said with a sigh. Reeling with nervous energy I replied. "I was pretty shocked when I heard your voice walking into the conference room last week. I just about shit my pants". He smiled. "Do I still do that to you?" I scratched my face before I awkwardly went on. "Look man, I never really said I was sorry about ... back then. You know. I just... I hope it isn`t going to be an thing now..." He nodded his head back and forth and said, "No. No need for that man. We were kids."

I continued, "I tried looking you up when I moved back from college but you were gone. Later I found out you signed up for the Marines and got married." Geoff looked at me pensively as I spoke. There was a new look in his eyes of something that was never there before. "Really? You tried to get a hold of me when you got back huh?" he remarked. "I wish you could have". Looking back at him with a new found directness I replied. "I wish I could have too". We just sat there and stared at each other and had one of those moments where two people just look into each other with silence. It was comfortable now.

He finally broke the silence, "So you want to get that beer?". His invite making my day. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot. You want to go down to the "Red Baron Club" on fourth street?" "Yeah sure," he replied. "That place is still open huh?". He quickly shut down and locked up the office trailer and we were on the road toward the watering hole in town, Geoff following behind. During the short drive I did my best not to let my mind run with expectations and hopes. I wanted badly to get deep inside his jeans and feel his thunder

again, no doubt. But for the first time I was feeling something more.

When we got to the bar we made our way to the back of the old dimly lit place. It wasn't quite 5:00pm yet so the place wasn't full of the regulars yet. The Red Baron Club was one of those old school bars that didn't attract the new young hipsters, it was too scrungy and intimidating. It's a place older blue-collar guys who want to shoot some pool, get a bite to eat and throw a few back after work go to. We sat in one of the last booths in the back affording us some privacy and quiet. By the time we were seated the waitress was already there asking what we wanted.

Geoff looked at me and asked, "Is it still Samuel Adams?" I nodded yes with surprise. "Two Sam Adams", he told the waitress. I shook my head, "Man you never miss a beat do you?" He smiled back at me. "I try not to." I finally dove right in and asked, "So what brought you back here?" He leaned back and cracked his knuckles, letting out a long breath. His thick eyebrows scrunched up as he asked, "Long story or short story?" I looked back into his deep brown eyes, "The story that matters."

Over the next half hour he went on to tell me that shortly after I left for college he got a job in construction here in town for about a year or so. When the first Iraq war started with Desert Shield and then Desert Storm he felt the call and joined the Marines. He ended up going over there just in time for the war to be over and spent the next few years in the Marines at Camp Pendleton, just north of San Diego. In the midst of it he had gotten married to a woman from the area. Once he got out of the Marines he got a construction foreman job down there and they set out to live happily ever after.

As the third or fourth round of beers arrived he had gotten to the part of how he came to be in front of me. "I loved her a lot, but it just wasn't real", he said. Looking into my eyes seriously and steady he paused and asked. "Can I be completely honest with you?". "Of Course," I replied. He rubbed his chin, "I mean about you and me, and what we used to do. You have any issues with that?” I leaned back and gave him the reassuring look he needed. "Man I have no hang ups at all. In fact I was hoping we could talk about it. So shoot.” I replied.

He took a drink of his beer. "Fact of the matter is Shane, I'm gay", he said quietly looking down at his beer. He looked for a negative response in my eyes but I gave none. "It took a lot of years of living a lie that hurt people around me but that's it. That's why I am divorced." Looking up at me with a touch of sadness he went on. "I could never have sex with my wife without shutting my eyes and wishing I was with a dude, I imagined it every time." He took another long draw off his beer. "I ended up hooking up with a couple of guys off the internet down in San Diego off and on to feed it. One thing led to another and I ended up getting caught."

Letting out a deep sigh of sympathy I could only say, "Fuck man, that sucks". He looked at me longingly for a moment. In all the years we got together in our youth I had never seen the vulnerable side of this man. He had always the tough guy jock persona who never felt anything but anger or machismo. He never let himself be open to ridicule or threat.

"Yeah it was a fucking mess alright. It was pretty rough. She kicked me out, told everyone we knew including my family that I was a fag she caught fucking around with other guys. She made a revenge parade out of it." Dumfounded and struck I replied, "Fuck, no way!" He rubbed his hairy square jaw again and said. "Yeah, way." He looked at me and took another drink and then continued. " I ended up losing most of my friends pretty quick. The company I worked for was owned by Mormons. They were nice people but weren't hip to that. I got let go when they found out. So, that was pretty much it for me down there".

I leaned back in my seat and tried to digest what I had just heard. What had been my lust for this stud who re-entered my life had just turned into a deep feeling of brotherly concern and empathy. He had just gone through a closeted man's nuclear scenario. I finally asked, "What about your Dad? I mean he knows too right? But you are here living with him? So what happened there?" He motioned the waitress for another round before he smiled and said, "Well that's the bright spot in all of this mess. My dad has been my

ally in this whole thing." I just muttered, "No shit?" He smiled and his eyes filled with that look I had been trying to figure out.

"My dad has been divorced from my mom since I was five." When I was growing up he always told me it was because they just didn't get along and fought too much. Well, it turns out that he and I have something in common if you know what I mean." My jaw dropped and hit the table next to my sweating beer. "No fucking shit! Your dad? Really?" Geoff smiled and replied. "Really. He admitted it to me right after this whole thing blew up. He had been hiding it all these years from me. We had a long father son talk and he told me a lot of things. Most important was not to waste my life living the lie like he did. So, long story short he told me to get back up here and he would help me get back on my feet."

I sat there quietly in shock. Geoff continued, "So I made the decision to face up to it and see where it leads. I am out in the open". I could not believe what I was. hearing. Of all the things I expected to hear or expected to happen this was not it.

As I sat there in amazement trying to think of what to say he said, "So enough about me. Tell me about you." His story had hit home with me like a car bomb. In the past two decades I had lived essentially the same scheme as he. I got married, tried to live the "normal" life but bailed out. My marriage didn't end with a bang, but it ended for the same reason. I felt convicted of my own lie. I was being called on my reality by my first love who had just walked through the fire. Suddenly beginning to choke up I responded with a nervous din, "About me huh? Where do I start after all that?' Geoff looked at me with a sincere but interrogative gaze. "Tell me what you are thinking right now".

"I think we ought to move this conversation somewhere else", I replied making a facial motion to the crowd of after-work men who now filling the bar around us. Geoff looked back at me as to measure my intentions. "I'm not trying to get lucky" I joked. "I just have a story too and if I have another beer or two here I wont be able to drive." Geoff got a sexy grin on his face. "Well I wouldn't mind getting lucky though". The air got a lot lighter as we both chuckled.

We paid the tab and headed for my house.

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I dont know. To me fag hag means just that.........an unattractive fat chick that can't get a man who likes to hang around gay guys for a non-confrontational, non-threatening, relationship. Maybe I'm wrong, but the fag hags in my life have always fit that bill and wanted another "girlfriend" to talk about men they could not have with.

The hot women who hit on me not knowing my sexual preference are another whole breed.

[edit after I re-read a few posts] spunxter hit it pretty good - and yep they like to think someday they'l get you to get smashed and dive into their tuna.

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An erotic tale continued from Shocked Part 1

I kicked back on that Sunday afternoon in my sweet stone, day dreaming about my long lost first timer Geoff and his re-entry into my world. I had gotten my yard work done and was tuckered. The few beers I had knocked back had knocked me into a nap. When I finally heard my cell phone ringing it must have been doing it for a while because it stopped and went to voice mail. When I grabbed it off the table only the number for the missed call showed up which started with a 619 area code. San Diego.

I waited for the beep letting me know a voice mail had been left but it didn't come. I had a good hunch that it was Geoff as he is the only one with a 619 area code that would be calling me. He hadn't left a message though, so I debated calling the number back. I played the mind fuck on myself for an hour or so until I finally thought, "Dude grow the fuck up and just call him".

I picked up the phone and highlighted my missed call numbers till I got to the 619 and hit it. I waited through three rings before I started really getting nervous. Then came four rings and then five. I was headed for voice mail. Just as I was about to just close the phone and end the call, he picked up. "Hello".

My heart began to race. "It's Shane, I saw your number on my phone", I answered. There was a short silence and I could hear a lot of road noise in the background. "Hey " he finally replied. "I hope it was OK to call you...I thought I`d call and…..". Now relaxed a bit since he sounded sheepish, I interupted, "No problem man, I'm glad you did." There was an awkward silence so I went on, " So what is happening with you these days?"

I struggled to hear his voice over the background noise as he replied, "Man it's a long story. Too long for the phone. I just got divorced and I'm moving back up there now. I`m on I-5 driving a U-Haul right now." Liking the sound of that I asked, "So are you moving up here for good?" "Yup, coming back home" he said. I responded, "So you already got a place lined up here in town?" He paused for a second and said,

"Well not just yet, I am staying at my Dad's place right now until I find something. You remember my Dad`s place?".

Did I remember? That was a good segue into what I really wanted to get at. "Fuck dude, I remember your Dad's house well." I offered. "We had some good times back then". I got a period of silence again before he came back with a short laugh, "Yeah, I guess we did huh," he said sentimentality. "So what your doing these days, I mean are you...do you have a...are you married or...?" My heart was racing again as I answered, "Well I was married for about 10 years and it didn't work out really. We split about 3 years ago." Geoff sighed. "Yeah, well shit man I guess we`re in the same boat now huh".

I struggled for what to say next as the road noise hissed between us. "So, shit man you want to hook up over a beer or something once you get settled in?" I invited. More dead air followed before he replied, "Yeah I guess we can do that if you want to. I got a busy day at work tomorrow but I'll call ya and we'll see about after work huh?".

Feeling a wave of elation flow over me I said, "Cool man, you`ll like working for the company. You found a good place to come back home to." He himmed and hawed for a moment. "Yeah. I hope so because I need something to rebuild on. I'm pretty fucked up in life right now". I knew what he meant. "Well it has been a long time for both of us. Call me tomorrow. You know where to find me." More dead air followed before he said, "Thanks. That means a lot man. I'll call ya tomorrow." The line went dead.

It was all coming back to me like a pile of bricks. I remembered the last time we got together and how far that experience had evolved from the first time he rough raped me in his bedroom. He wanted more than just a fuck buddy and was none too happy that I was leaving for college. In some ways I wanted to get away. He had really pushed for me to stay in town so we could get an apartment together and have something more. There had been some heated arguments and head games over it. I got off on the taboo sex we had but at 18 I wasn't ready to enter a committed gay lifestyle or relationship for a lot of reasons. I was scared of what it all meant.

He came by my house one day a week or so after graduation. I was in the garage going through some boxes when he walked up the driveway that day. "Hey", he said as he walked up. "Hey" I replied as I watched him survey my college packing project. "So, you're really heading out huh?", he asked with a slight tone of defeat. "Yeah, I'm leaving in a couple days", I replied. He just kind of stood there looking at my boxes and asked, "Your parents here?" "No, they don't get home till later", I said. Then he looked at me with his devilish grin and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling us close together face to face. He leaned in close and said softly, "Whadaya say we have fun one last time?" It was a relief as I had expected we would be arguing again.

Sinking into his spell, I looked out toward the driveway to see if anyone was looking and said, "Sure, but lets close the door." I reached up behind him and hit the button for the garage door as his hands began to rub my crotch. We started kissing feverishly as our hands roved around each other's backs. In a slathering embrace we stood there humping our hardening packages against themselves as our pulses rose. I reached into his loose sweat pants and grasped his fat bent cock in my hand and gave him a good hard squeeze . "Oh, man I want you so bad", he moaned. The big muscular mustached jock made me melt when he said in his craved voice, "I want you to fuck me so bad".

He was usually more of a top man, but when he wanted it up the ass, he really wanted it. "You got it bro" I replied as I slid my Bermuda shorts down and let my bulging package hit the air. He immediately dropped to his knees and began working my rod with his square whiskered mug. The feeling of his rough stubble rubbing on my thighs as his hot wet mouth made me reel. I leaned back on the fender of my car as he gave me an enthusiastic man job, licking and sucking hard on my shaft just below my head. It drove me wild. But, he was just getting me juked up. He wanted my cock in his ass.

He pulled off of my throbbing rod and stood up and we kissed passionately again for a brief few seconds. He turned around and bent over the hood of my car and sticking his ass toward me. "I don't have any lube dude", I warned. "That's OK man just spit on your cock real good. Spit and shove or it aint love," he said with a slight laugh. We'd fucked before without lube, but we were smashed drunk. This time we would both feel the raw ride. So I dropped a few streams saliva on my hand and wetted up his hairy pink love hole. He grinded his tight bubble butt at me like a purring kitten as I stuck my fingers in and out of his stinky paste hole.

As I probed him he moaned and grunted, "Come on man I`m ready". I was starting to realize how much I would miss having this lug around. I could never decide whether I liked looking at him from his puckered tight asshole and down his stretched V-Shape back or when he was wrapped around me fucking me raw face to face. I spit on my hand one last time and rubbed the tip of my cock, mixing my pre-cum with it. I then saddled up to this muscle stud's asshole and pushed in. "Ahhhh, fuck man, ohhhh yeah", he let out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "Come on. Fuck", he begged as I pulled back and sunk my rock hard 6.5" cock into his wet hole.

I grabbed his hips and began driving him against my car's fender with as much strength as I could muster. Slap, slap, slap, slap. "Oh man yeah, fuck yea, come on man, fuck me", he moaned under his quickening breath. Encouraged I began fucking him harder and faster, feeling the deep pleasure of raw friction in his velvety hole. Truth is I didn't last long, it felt so fucking good I could not last. "Dude I'm gonna cum," I warned hoping he wouldn't be too disappointed. "Oh yeah man, cum in me."

I slammed him into my car as I exploded in his ass, turning the resistant friction to luscious sloppy slip and slide. "Keep fucking me bro. Please don't stop, " he said almost sadly as he collapsed on the hood of my car in sweat. I continued to pump his sloppy stink hole with my softening rubbery stick. The smell of ass filled the air. "Oh man, that feels so good," he muttered. "I love you. I love you so much Shane.". Back then I was never comfortable when he said that. I was not ready to be in love with a man. Fucking him was ok though in the strange way that it is.

I slowed to a more passionate massaging limp fuck while he jacked off underneath me. He finally got to the point of no return saying, "I'm gonna cum man, I'm gonna cum. I immediately pulled my spent sticky meat from his fuck hole and turned him around. I fell to my knees and took his hairy curved dick in my mouth. Shortly thereafter he blew his thick salty jizz. He pulled out of my mouth and jacked off, dumping his ropes of cum on my tongue and face until he was empty. He loved watching his batter drop on my face.

As I was starting to swallow, he pulled me up face to face. We hugged, our spent sticky wet cocks rubbing against one another. He looked into my eyes and we kissed, sharing between our slithering tongues the remnants of his juice. The kissing seemed to last for ever as we stood there together embracing and taking the occasion to look into each others eyes. He had a sadness that was distant, but I could see it. He was genuinely in love. He was genuinely gonna be crushed.

We came down from the high, got cleaned up and pulled our clothes back on. I wiped up the stray cum from the floor and my car's fender. Geoff finally hit the garage door and let the light of the world back into our existence. We shot the shit with mindless chat for a while as I got back to packing. I could tell he still had something on his mind.

Finally he lit up a cigarette and blew some smoke before he asked. "So do you ever think we will be more than two guys who get off with each other in secret?" I felt the wave of familiar discomfort coming over me. "Dude, you need to get a grip on this", I replied. "We cant ever be more than this. I cant be gay. My parents would never go for that. You can't be gay. Your dad would not have his football hero being a fag." Geoff looked at the ground a little pissed. "Haven't you ever thought of just saying fuck them and choosing to be gay? Don't you love me enough to be honest about it?" he said with emotion, his voice shaking toward the end.

I didn't want to have this conversation. `Man look, we have fun together but it doesn't mean we're gay. I mean you like fucking chicks. Shit, you got more pussy in high school than anyone I know.", I exclaimed. "We have to get on with normal lives like everyone else". "But don't you love me Shane?", he asked again. I let out a deep sigh and said what I regretted for years. "Dude, I cant say that. I'm not ready for that. Saying that means I am a fag. I know you want us to be roommates and have a relationship but I cant do that," I protested. "Doing that would mean I would have give in to this and I can't. Neither can you. It‘s wrong. It ain't normal!"

He threw his cigarette down and stomped it into the concrete. "Fucking great!" he quipped looking down at the ground. Then he looked up at me with a look of betrayal that I felt to my core. The look was the first one anyone had ever given me that genuinely made me feel it. Almost tearing the big jock stud just grunted, "Have fun at college!" He then walked to his truck and laid rubber away from my house.

That was how it was left nearly 20 years ago. I looked back on that day for many years and regretted the way I had ended it. I just didn't know how to handle it. All I knew was that we had our secret fun that the rest of the world openly detested. I knew that it could never be accepted, open or admitted to. No, I had to go to college and get married to a nice girl like everyone else.

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An erotic work of fiction seeded from some very real people and situations.

He had really grown up from the high school jock I remember busting my cherry. That had been nearly 20 years ago. The mere sight of him entering my modern day world brought back all the raw quivering emotion of our exploits like it was yesterday.

Geoff had been my first man fuck. He was a glowing icon of a football and baseball jock in high-school. Even in our junior year he was stacked with a muscular build, had a bushy mustache and long brown hair iconic of the hot ass rocker look of the 1980's. One day while we were sparking up a joint at his place after school one thing let to another and his cock was jack hammering away at my virginity.

Our first mash in the sheets was follow by many exploits throughout our junior and senior year in high school. His parents were divorced and he lived with his dad who worked most of the time. The sex was always raunchy, hard and eventually became reciprocal. He loved to just pull it out and go straight for the hard fuck. Other times he'd beg me bitch fuck his stink hole just the same and breed him silly.

Graduation came and I soon moved out of state for college and that was the last I had seen or heard of him. When I returned I tried tracking him down but came up empty. Nobody seemed to know where he went. At a party a few years later I ran into some mutual friends from high school and they said he was in the Marines. Someone else said he was in married now and living in San Diego.

Back to the present, I work as a project manager for a large homebuilder in northern California. I have been married myself and am currently divorced. Being in my line of work, openly gay men don't get very far. I was loosely dating a gal named Lisa who is good in bed and we are pretty good friends. It hasn't been a "relationship" but more of a casual convenience sex thing that's open to other pursuits.

Every other Friday the job superintendents from our various worksites around town come into the main office where I live my life, for a round-table all-projects meeting in the conference room. Being the closeted homo that I am, I always look forward to the meetings because it's when the dozen or so of the hottest construction guys I have ever seen come in from the field and smell up the cramped conference room with their sweaty dirty musk from a hard day in the sun.

I had been preparing for the last hour to get all my handouts for the guys copied and stapled for the latest Friday round-table. Like always I was looking forward to the gathering of rough hard young men in my midst. I have my favorite few and we are all friends for the most part. Most all of them are straight as it gets. Getting groovy on one of them could cost me everything so I haven't really gone there in my 11 years with the company. Well, almost.

I finally made my way down the hall and took my usual place at the head of the 10' conference table with my back to the door. A couple of the guys were already there and were bragging about the party they had been to over the weekend. It was the usual "picked up some hot chicks and had great pussy" stuff. I played along and gave them a congratulatory high five. More the guys were filtering into the room, finishing up cell phone conversations. It was then that I heard it behind me.

Our head superintendent Tony Franconi was introducing someone to one of the other guys, "This is Geoff McMurray, my new framing super." I froze as the name wafted into the already musky, stuffy, sexually charged air of the conference room. Then I heard his voice, "Nice to meet you,..." It was cutting through me as it had back in my youth. My heart was racing as they made their way around me to the side of the conference table. Tony laid his rough Italian hand on my shoulder saying, "Shane, I want you to meet my new framing guy".

Before Geoff and I caught eyes I stood up and pre-loaded my best poker face. I turned to him and just about died on the spot from a mixture of raw fear, nervous emotion, and shock. His face turned to a slight blush and he got what seemed like an equally caught look in his eyes. The moment seemed to last way too long we instinctively shook hands as if we had never met. Finally, Tony who is a master at perception said, "You to guys know each other already?" Geoff and I both looked away from each other and seemed to stumble for an answer. I finally blubbed out, "Uh, yeah. We went to High School together ."

Geoff smiled nervously and slapped me on the shoulder. "Long time no see man," he offered with a guarded smile. My palm was beading with micro-sweat as I finished shaking his other hand. "Yeah it has been a long time." I finally mustered. "Congratulations on the job." I then turned to Tony and said with the straightest face I could, "You need to get Geoff here on the company baseball team. He swings the bat like you’ve never seen." I sat back down as Geoff and Tony worked their way to the back of the room and found a seat at the other end of the conference table. What the fuck did I just say?

I was in complete a freeze. He had really grown up from the high school jock I remember busting my cherry. That had been nearly 20 years ago. The mere sight of him entering my modern day world brought back all the raw quivering emotion of our exploits like it was yesterday. He was far more masculine and exuded more raw male energy than I remembered. There was something new though, the way he carried himself, a different look in his eyes, a new maturity perhaps.

He stood an even six feet tall with the same pronounced V-shaped torso he always had. He was always so fucking perfectly proportional without having to work out much. I always hated him for that. His muscular arms were tanned and hairy and his bubble butt was framed nicely in a pair of loose fitting tan camo army pants. Geoff now sported a butch short hairdo, a nice tight squared off goatee and had a yesterday shadow going. Damn. He has grown into a real man and...Damn!

Like a bell ringing in my sleep, someone said. "So Shane, we gonna get this meeting started any time soon?" I came to and we got the meeting underway. I did my best to try and act natural as I could, not wanting to give away to the group the swirling nervousness that was racing in my head. I really don't know what I was saying. I was in a panic spiral. "Is he still into dudes?" "Was he married still?" "Would he out me?" "What was going to happen now?" "Is he going to call me at my desk and want phone sex?" All of it over and over, reeling as I did my best to move the meeting along and get it over with.

Throughout the meeting I glanced toward Geoff occasionally trying to gauge him. He mostly keep his eyes down on his papers and the once or twice I caught his eyes he looked away. Once we locked eyes and lingered for a moment and he smiled briefly before leaning in and asking Tony a question. Tony had caught our exchange a couple of times and gave me a funny look so and I didn't want to press it.

See, Tony is a whole nuther story. He and I have had a few teasing moments over the years when we were drunk at parties but had never gone anywhere with it. Tony was the top superintendent with the company. This Italian tough guy with the macho image he has built himself on could never betray his masculinity by getting down with another guy. Although I know he probably would if he weren't straight and if the situation were right. Lets just say there has always been a slight buzz between us that over the years we have come to accept. Nothing much more though.

Finally the meeting was over. As the guys began to filter out Tony and Geoff stopped by me on the way out. "You got one of your business cards for Geoff, he'll need to get a hold of you once he gets settled in the job trailer. He'll need to get copies of all our building plans and whatnot." By now I had settled down a bit and dug my wallet out to grab a card. As I handed it to him I finally looked into his deep dark eyes and said, "My office and cell number are on there. Don't be afraid to call me if you need anything:" His eyes were deep as the darkest chasms, making we wonder what was really in there.

He finally cracked a warm smile and slapped me on the shoulder again. He was close enough I could feel his body heat radiating onto me and smell his deep scent. Seeming at ease he said, "It's good to see you again man. We will have to get together over a beer and catch up". Feeling a gush of electricity and excitement I replied as flatly as I could. "You've got my number, call me when you have time". Tony finally interjected, "Come on Geoff I gotta get you over to HR so we can get your paperwork started. With that they left. I promptly took my stack of papers to my office, dumped them on my desk and headed for the bathroom to jack off.

I had gotten home and was spent. My brain was going overtime seeing Geoff again after almost 20 years. He had aged well and at 36, I looked myself in the mirror and wondered how I looked to him. I am still in good shape. Working around the construction guys for so long, I had come to look just like one of them even though I drive a desk. I am 5'-10 and about 190 lbs. I am not overly muscular, but well proportioned. I have very dark hair and keep a shortly trimmed mustache and goatee. In a pool of wild thoughts and perhaps some self doubt I wondered what it was going to be like having Geoff around the office now. What would it lead to?

I did what I do best when I am in such a quandary. I pulled my special box from the coffee table and twisted up a fat joint, grabbed a Samuel Adams and kicked back on my couch to blow it off. I sank into a nice sweet buzz and watched an old episode of Miami Vice on TV for a while when my cell phone rang. I jumped up and raced to see who it was, hoping it might be Geoff. It was all coming back to me, the worship, the wanting, and the doting. It was Tony from work.

I picked up and said hello. "Shane sorry to bug ya at home but I wanted to talk to you about my new guy Geoff for a minute," he replied. "It seems like you guys know each other and I wanted to get some feedback on him." Flummoxed, I replied, "Dude I was just copping a buzz over here. Why are you calling me about work?" Tony laughed, "Uh huh, stoner. You bombing the big green huh?" I sighed, "Well what do you want to know? I haven't seen him since high-school so I don't know how much I can tell ya".

Tony replied, "I'm sorry to bug ya man. But I am putting a lot of responsibility on him and if he turns out to be a flake then I am gonna look a stupid fuck you know.. " He went on, "I just picked up something between you two today at the meeting and wanted to make sure it wasn't something that I needed to know about. I mean he is a straight shooter isn't he?" Ha! If Tony only knew. I almost laughed out loud. I finally told him, "Look we used to hang out way back then, but we went our separate ways after that. I'm sure he will be great," I replied. "Look you hired him and you know people far better than I do. If you liked him than I am sure he'll work out".

I could tell Tony was after something more, but I sure as hell wasn't going to give it up. Tony finally gave in, "All right man, don't get too high over there. You know one of these days you're gonna have to invite me over and smoke me up." I envisioned that fantasy for a minute and replied, "You know where I live bitch. But you'll have to clean up first". He laughed out loud. "Fuck you! I'll see ya at work on Monday." He said and then hung up.

So the night went by. Saturday went by and Sunday came. I kept busy around the house with yard work and other loose ends I had put off till the weekend. Lisa had called and wanted to come by, but I told her I was busy. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts about Geoff. I had pulled out my old yearbooks and looked at his pictures, marveling over what a man he had grown into. It is amazing looking back at us at 17 and 18 - how boyish we both looked. At the time we thought were full grown men.

The first time we got it on was at his house one day after school in our junior year. I had gone over to his place because he said he could help me get some weed from a friend of his. Well, that didn't pan out but he had a joint that we toked in his room and we got pretty lit. I remember his room smelled like a locker room. It was a mess dirty laundry, piled up sports equipment and stacks of magazines ranging from Rolling Stone to Playboy. He had taken his shirt off because it was pretty warm in there and sat back on his bed flipping through a fuck mag while we shot the shit. Soon the conversation turned to sex.

He finally showed me a picture spread of this chick getting a fat cock up her ass. "Check this shit out, she is taking it up the butt". I grabbed it and looked it over with my glazed eyes. "Have you ever been fucked up the butt?", he asked. Looking down at the book and back up at him I got suddenly nervous. "Um no," I said. "Have you?" He grabbed the magazine back from me and rubbed his cock through his worn sweat pants. "No, but I wouldn't mind doing it" he replied. "She seems to like it and fucking an ass feels a lot better than fucking a pussy". Long story short, we were at it less than five minutes. I was under his spell.

He had gotten up and grabbed a bottle of skin lotion from the bathroom down the hall, returned and locked his bedroom door. He then walked over to me and pulled down his sweats. I remember his thick curved dick swung out right in my face as I sat on the edge of his bed.. He hadn't showered since PE at school and the thick odor of sweat and piss surrounded my face. He grasped himself and pumped his rod a couple of times which enraged it. "Have you ever sucked a dick before?" Still apprehensive I replied, "No." He smiled and said, "That's alright, neither have I".

He reached down to my 501's and began unbuttoning them, a task that I immediately helped with and pulled them down to my ankles. "You got a nice dick man", he said with the same patronizing tone that car salesman uses when he compliments your trade in. I stood up and we mutually handled each other, looking down at our cocks and slowly getting over the nervousness of the act. Well, that was me. I later learned he was already a pro. He squirted some of the lotion on his hands and oiled up our cocks

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"Lets lay down on the bed", he said. Throwing a couple of his pillows on one end, he motioned me down. He sidled up to me and then he grabbed my hand and squirted lotion on my palm, saying. "Grab my cock and pump it for me". Being the novice I was, I followed his directions. He rolled his head back as I began squeezing and jacking his thick curved cock. He was about 7" long but had a wildly bent stick. I was mystified. "Ah, yeah buddy that feels good keep doing that" he said as he began to return the favor by sliding his clasped hand up and down on my now hard 6.5" meat. We continued this for a short time and then he told me to roll over on my stomach and put my butt in the air.

"Put your head on the pillows" he ordered as he lifted my ass up and pushed my legs into position. "Just relax and don't make any noise. My sister will hear". As I braced into position I felt another man's fingers for the first time probe my asshole. He had lubricated them well with the lotion and was rubbing my nest and sticking them in and out slowly. I was getting scared, my heart racing so fast, sweat beading all over my body. "Man you have such a nice ass", he sighed as I felt him probe his cock in my nest. "Dude, pull your ass cheeks apart for me"

He was not then nor was he ever one for easy going foreplay. He immediately began sinking his hard thick meat into my tight virgin hole without regard. As he plowed in the first inch or so, I felt a shockwave of sharp pain rocket though my body. I immediately recoiled, pulling away from him and letting out a deep gasp, "EEOoowww, take it easy man!" He responded by slapping the back of my head and whispering, "Shut the fuck up dude, my sister will hear". He then lubed up his cock with another rope of lotion and began pushing in once more.

With a single motion, he slid his evil fuck tool all the way into my busted virginity. In so doing he pushed my face down into the pillow with all his weight and laid down over me. I felt a pain wave like I have never experienced before. I wanted him to stop. "Take it out, stop, take it out!" I gasped. I felt the palm of his hand on the back of my head once more as he pushed my tearing face into the pillow even harder. His cock still bottomed out in my hot hole, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. I could feel his facial hair on my neck as he said, "Just shut up and relax. It`ll only hurt for a little while. Just stop fighting it and relax, you will remember this for the rest of your life". He was right.

With that he began thrusting himself in and out of my burning nest with a vengeance. His jack hammering cock was a product of years of athleticism, football rage, track meet energy, baseball bravado and letterman lust. "Dude, slow down, take it easy man, it..." I murmured. "Shut up", he retorted. He relentlessly bitched fucked my tender tight hole for what seemed like hours. I was sweating like crazy and panting as the smell of butt-fucking and cum filled the air. At one point the pain subsided and began to transform into something else. Before I knew it I felt a warm wetness flood my asshole an the friction of his raw cock turned to a slippery glide.

I thought it was going to be over just as I was beginning to come to terms with the torment of it all. But, he wasn't finished. He continued banging me with his thick rubbery cock even though he had cum deep into my hole. I could feel his warm jizz running down my inner legs as he continued. "Oh man, your tight ass gets me off. I love you Shane", he grunted. By now I was starting to crave and get off on this. As his bitch-fucking half hard cock attack continued I felt my own cock getting ready to blow. I had never felt anything like this and I was getting off just by getting fucked. Wow!

As his slapping thrusts started to slow and get harder I blew my load on the bed sheets below me. I grabbed my cock and squeezed hard which only intensified the spray of jizz. Within a few more hard thrusts of Geoff's meaty build, he pulled his wet sticky tool from my spent hole and let out a deep moan. "Turn around!", he ordered. As I rolled over and turned around in the pool of my own cum, he was jacking his cock hard and fast. Grabbing the back of my head with his hand he pulled my face to his cock just as he blew his second orgasm of warm white cream. Part of it splat me in the face and he collected the rest in his cupped hand as he pumped himself dry.

With my mouth just inches from his palm full of cum he said, "Eat my cum." I recoiled at first, but he pulled my face back a bit hastily, "Come on, eat my cum." He then smeared his juice all over my mouth and face. "Lick it up, Lick it up!" he ordered as it ran down my chin. I was scared a little, turned on a lot, and someplace inside me I wanted to do all of it. I was just a nervous novice I guess. Feeling his hand on the back of my skull tightening I did what he asked. I licked his salty sticky cum from his fingers as he slowly smeared what was on my face back into my mouth.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said with a smile. "You really got me off man." Sitting on the bed in my pool of cum I just nodded in exhaustion. I watched quietly as he wiped himself up with a dirty T-Shirt off the floor and then he threw it at me. "Clean yourself up man. I have to get going to practice". I wiped up and got my clothes back on. Not knowing how to act, I stood there in front of him for a moment. He slapped my shoulder and smiled. "We have got to do that again man. Next time I`ll let you fuck me up the butt." Just like that. I got my cherry popped and he was off to go throw the ball around with the guys.

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Man what a weekend. I flew down to Phoenix to meet with the division people I will be working with when I transfer down there soon. Glad to say that after armageddon has wiped through the building industry in the past couple years that some of my old friends are still with the company down there. It has been a brutal time for construction and anyone who still has a job that had it three years ago needs to sit down and thank God. It will be cool to make a move knowing I have people I know and have my back in the company there.

And though AZ has gotten a bum rap lately for being racist, bigot, rednecks, blah blah blah……the reality is that the division of my company down there is a lot more conducive to openly gay employees than is my division here in California. When I worked down there before I never had to shield my private life as much as I do here to keep the evil eyes of the main office off me. And honestly I like the breed of men down there in the desert too. They’re just different.

On that front I also got the blessed chance to meet up with some of my old buddies in Phoenix as well. After looking at apartments all day on Friday I looked up a partnered couple I’ve known for a long long time. We’ll will call them D & D. When I called up D1 answered. I played coy for a minute and when he discovered who it was he got all agush. When I told him I was in town I felt his spit over the phone. Long story short I was invited over for dinner and spent the night there catching up with them over a bottle of Hennessey and way too much of something else I can’t remember.

After getting good and trashed we lost our clothes and got funky for a while. D & D are in their late 30’s and are both very handsome versatile guys. We played hard and I ended up spending the night. And come Saturday night I stayed there again, moved out of my hotel room that day. It was like I never left. They were so glad to see me that it actually made me so glad to be coming back to town. Moving to a whole new place can be hard, but having brothers in arms makes it so much easier. I am sure I will have the opportunity to talk more about these buds again, but it meant a lot to me to catch up and rekindle our friendship. It was an unexpected but hoped for deal.

On the business end, I locked in a decent place to live, got home alive - meaning no plane crash. So all is good on that front. Now I gotta pack shit up and get rid of a lot of clutter here. Moving from a house with a big garage to an apartment sucks logistically. Hopefully the apartment will be temporary as houses are cheap as fuck down there in Phoenix compared to NorCal.

My brother who has been living with me now with some fringe benefits has chosen to stay here in NorCal. He has his reasons and it is really for the best. He just got a job not quite a month ago and had been unemployed for several months. So he doesn’t want to risk it. Can’t blame him. The other side of it is that he has been getting a guilt complex about us fucking. Not sure whether his hang up is over being gay or whether it is being gay with his brother. We still have a close and loving connection as brothers but he has gotten over his sexual appetite as far as the two of us are concerned.

As I wrote before here, that is about how I expected it would go. And for him, I am all for what ever makes him whole inside above and beyond what hole he has I want to get inside. I think I seduced him and wooed him into a fantasy world for a while after essentially getting the boot from his ex-wife. I know I was a rebound thing but as long as he wanted to get hot and sweaty with me, I wasn’t gonna say no. Gonna miss his nice tight ass tho.

Now I will get back to posting some filthy dirty smut to jack off too. I know that is a lot more fun!

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After writing about the short but sweet dream I had last night about my married neighbor dude, it got me to thinking about my very first “wet dream”. You know when you dream of having sex and you squirt off in your sleep. Every time it has happened to me, I have woken up with the wet sticky warm all over my sheets. And while the phenomenon isn’t something that everyone has experienced, and it is usually associated with puberty, it has happened with me at least once every couple of years even into adulthood.

Memory is very funny in what it select to keep. My first wet dream was when I was about 15. It is likely telling that it involved another guy. Wonder if there is some Freudian thing in what your first wet dream entails.

Tony was his name. He was a classmate in high school who was straight. He was one of my rocker stoner friends who lived vicariously as Sammy Hagar. The blond five-foot tall stud had a well formed body with all the bubbles and wings where they should be. He had shoulder length hair with natural curls that befit his 1980’s rocker persona. And at 15 years old himself he had a healthy mustache and goatee - something not so common in high school. He thought he was a disciple of Sarah Palin because he listened to and worshiped Black Sabbath when he wasn’t worshiping Sammy Hagar.

In my dream we were somewhere doing something, partying more than likely. He knelt down and began to suck my dick. And while looking up at me with his gray blue eyes he sucked and bobbed my cock so hard it lifted me up and down off the ground. Like the tail wagging the dog, his jaw lock on my cock and his bobbing head had my body slamming up and down on the ground so hard. In a matter of seconds I shot off in his mouth in three repeated squirts.

My eyes opened and my hand was gripping my cum covered dick still erect, my sheets wet above with a fresh thick load. I knew what had happened, they told us what wet dreams were in biology class a couple years before. After I mused at the moment I fell back asleep.

Oddly enough I had never prior to that dream seen Tony in a sexual sense. But after that I could never get that image of him sucking my cock like an industrial strength bondage machine and body slamming my feet against the earth.

Tony never did get down with dudes though. We remained friends well into my adulthood. He never even knew I was gay until one day about ten years after high school I was at his place partying with he, his wife and a few other friends. He asked me why I never dated women or got married. I told him why, he got big shocked eyes, swallowed hard and got us another drink. I refrained from telling him my wet dream story though.

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Dreams can be funny shit sometimes. They almost never make sense or stay in any kind of reality. And for me dreams about sex are almost always incomplete, meaning I rarely ever get to cum. And when I do, I usually really cum and wake up wet. Last night I had a short but vivid dream about the married dude that lives next door to me.

My neighbor is about 30 years old and has a typical poodle blonde wife. He is a regular Joe type who is way into football and baseball, has his buddies over for the games all the time during the seasons. He plays baseball for a local league and I see him coming and going with his buddies all dressed up in his baseball duds. Sexy. That's how he got my eye a few years ago when I moved in. He is about 5'-8" and probably around 160-170 lbs and has dark hair. He shaves irregularly so his face is usually stubbled. When he does shave he leaves a chin patch and mustache behind. He's a good looking handsome guy.

So the dream starts and I am sitting in his living room on his couch. His wife is there doing things in the background, coming and going. He is changing out of his street clothes and putting on his baseball uniform. It's a dream, so yes he is doing it in the living room and in front of me. He strips off his clothes and is standing naked right in front of me and just BS'n about whatever. I am staring at his half hard cock which is just a few feet away from my face.

We are smiling at each other and I want to reach out and touch it. I can tell he wants me to and it seems to me that I can. He is looking at me with inviting eyes but I worry about his wife. Not seeing her I reach out and put my hands around his hairy dick and squeeze it, making it suddenly hard. I then pull on it a few times and he just shuts his eyes. I still worry about his wife seeing. I pull my hand back when she passes through the room and disappears down the hall.

I reach out again and tug on his hard dick and he smiles. My own dick is hard now and I seem to have it in my hands and am jacking off now. His cock felt so hard and warm in my hand as I pumped it. The spontaneousness and risk of the moment was a rush. I wanted to lean forward and put it in my mouth but I worry about his wife coming in the room and catching me in the act.

So I continue jacking his smooth skin back and forth over the stiff bone of his dick. In an instant he started humping his cock into my clasped hand and came, murmuring softly and smiling at me. His load spurt onto my shirt just below my chin and I felt the wetness soak through to my skin. The last thing I remember before the dream ended was him standing there looking down and smiling at me with is dick in my hand.

Now I'm awake. And now I have to look at him and talk to him knowing I have felt his juice on my skin.

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An erotic story continued from JB Truck Service 10

As I was hastily cleaning up my messy boy cunt after being pounded dirty by mechanic Greg in the employee restroom my cell phone rang. I fumbled for the phone as I sat on the filthy toilet and saw the familiar number of my trucker stud Chet. "Hey", I answered. "Hey bud, what's up?" he replied. He went on to say he was in town and wanted to get together tonight. "I got a motel room next to the truckstop, you can hang out as long as you want....event stay the night", he invited. I was so there. "Right on I'll be there in about 30 minutes. Just take it easy on me tonight. I just got fucked hard by a guy here at work and I'm kind of sore". He laughed over the phone, "You're a little whore aint ya? Don't worry I'll take good care of my favorite little buddy". He then asked if I could swing my Sal's Greasy Burger and pick up some food on the way in.

Chet’s slim build, defined upper torso and arms was far more cowboy stud than pear shaped truck-driver. Every time I had seen him he seemed to be wearing the same red baseball cap, flannel button up shirt, wife beater and faded 501’s. Damn. Our first get-together in the parts delivery van was a “fast friends quickie fuck“. Our second foray in the sleeper of his rig at the truck-stop was a surprisingly passionate flip-flop fuck session that was far more intimate than the van experience.

I was excited to see him and stay the night with him, waking up with his arms around me. I called my folks and told them I’d was going out with some friends and might not be home til tomorrow. Mom gave me the usual concerned displeased tone with my staying out all night but bit her lip and said, “Okay, well be careful.” Damn she was probably worried about me drinking beer or even smoking some pot. Little did she know I would be fucking and sleeping with a man twice my age tonight in a cheap motel.

At Chet’s motel room, he answered the door we exchanged a playfil grin. He was wearing his only his white briefs, tube socks and his red baseball cap was on backwards. His black work boots were in a pile at the foot of the bed with his Levis and shirt. His bare haired chest and V-shaped upper frame caught my eyes as I walked past him and set down the bags of food. The room was typical Motel 6, two flat floral beds with squeaky mattresses, the smell of cigarettes, and cheap minimal furniture.

Shutting the door and walking up behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his package against my ass. I felt his rough whiskers brush the back of my neck and his warm breath on my ears as his palms slowly roved around my stomach and below. He kissed the back of my neck and squeezed me in a tight hug. He whispered in my ear, “Thanks for coming bud.” I melted in his arms as my pounded asshole twitched with a hungry itch.

I turned around and we hugged each other briefly before looking each other in the eye and giggling. He planted his tongue in my mouth and we kissed sloppy and clumsy as our cocks swelled, begging to be let loose. “Man it is so good to see you. I been thinking about you all week”, he said again as we embraced. He smiled and said, “I’m horny but more than that I’m hungry. Let’s eat. We can get down later”.

We sat and ate our food while the Oz played on the motel room TV. Chet told me that his divorce was finalized earlier this week and that he was free as a bird now. “Don’t ever marry a woman just because you got her pregnant,” he kidded in a warning tone. I pondered and said, “I don’t think I will ever get to that point.” He smiled and nodded. “Yeah, well I still didn’t know what I wanted when I got caught in the trap. Your'e luckier than you think bud”.

“So do you have kids then?” I asked. He nodded yes, “I have a daughter that's 17.” A little embarrassed he said, “She is just a year younger than you I guess. I was only 17 myself when I got Tina pregnant.” Chet got silent and I didn’t know what to say. He finally continued, “ I‘ve been on the road driving a truck most of the last 16 years or so and barely know either of them. They barely know me. I only made it home every couple of weeks for a few days here and there. She’s been seeing another guy for over a year now and they’re going to Vegas to get married next month. I wont be missed.”

He then smiled and said, “But I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.“ He then grabbed a couple of beers he had in the sink with ice and handed me one. After we finished our food I asked Chet if I could take a shower. I still felt dirty and messy from getting butt-fucked raw and hard at work. “Sure no problem”, he said. “You want to take one together?” he asked. That sounded good to me and within minutes we were peeling off our clothes and stepping into the small bathroom shower together.

The warm water felt good on me and standing in close quarters with Chet in the buff made me high as a kite. He might have been nearly twice my age but he didn’t seem older at all, and he treated my like an equal. He lathered me up and down with soap and scrubbed my back. Our cocks got nice and hard as they rubbed up against one another and we engaged a bit of mutual jacking all the while giggling and having some fun. Chet finally soaped up his hand and slid it between my ass cheeks to clean up my love hole. I flinched as his fingers poked into me playfully.

The shower was a bit too small for much play so once we got done mutually cleaning ourselves we stepped out and got dried off. Skipping the whole getting dressed thing, we just went straight to the bed and fell into a pile together.

Before we got to heavy into crawling and slithering all over each other, the cowboy trucker reached into his duffel bag and grabbed a big bottle of lube and set it on the night stand. As I laid on my back he straddled over me on his hands and knees and began kissing and licking me on my tits and then my armpits. Grinding his hard cock back and forth against mine, he ran his hands through my hair and kissed my neck, brushing his rough whiskers across my soft white skin. “Man you are just something special buddy”, he whispered.

He knelt up for a moment and poured some of the lube across my cock and stomach, rubbing my front down nice and slick. He then laid back down over me and continued grinding our slippery wet cocks back and forth while we kissed. We continued this supercharged foreplay of mock fucking and rubbing until I thought I was going to cum. He knelt back up again and lubed my cock up some more, jacking his rough hand up and down on my throbbing 7" rod.

He then slid forward straddling my cock and sat his asshole slowly down onto it. He reached behind and gripped my rod, guiding it to his nest as he pushed down on me. The pressure of his tight asshole bent my cock almost painfully for a second until it just popped in. Once the pressure released the warm wet sensation of his velvety warm chute engulfed my wick. That first sink is always the best aint it?. He shut his eyes and dropped his hairy square jaw in pleasure as his weight fell all the way down onto my shaft.

He bounced up and down on my cock grunting and panting as I rolled my eyes back into my head. The cowboy stud took to getting it in the ass with a hunger that belied his studly demeanor. He soon broke stride and laid down on me face to face and we kissed some more as he slid his chute back and forth on my cock. He then wrapped his arms around me and we rolled together over on his back, with me now on top of him. Leaning back he looked me in the eyes and flickered his tongue out at me wickedly, “Come on, give it to me good buddy”.

As I began slamming his ass as hard and fast as I could he wrapped his legs around my ass and squeezed me into him like he had done before. He extended his hands out and clasped my skull and pulled me to his face and we kissed and tongued as I fucked his tight cowboy trucker hole. His legs were gripping me so tight it made it hard to fuck. My bucking movements were OUR bucking movements. The bed was now squeaking and slapping as I banged his ass. I thought the neighbors were sure to hear us.

“Uh, Uhh, Oh yeah. Fuck me buddy!” he grunted loudly as my 150lb body gave him all I had. The neighbors surely heard that. His legs continued clamping my skinny ass so tight they were trembling as I panted and bullfucked his hairy ass. His body shuddered slightly and I felt a warm wet sensation splash across my stomach. “Oh yeah, you just get me off bud!” he grunted as his cock continued shooting warm jizz between us. As his load was running out he pulled me down to him and we kissed some more as I soon got to my own nut. He held my skull in a lock just inches from his face and we stared into each other’s eyes as I let my flood of boy cum loose in his chute. I finished pumping him full of my warm juice we kissed some more.

When I was finished I fell to his side laid there together for a while. Hours later we hadn’t gotten very far away from that place. It had long since been dark outside and we had sucked each other’s cocks and blew our nuts some more. His 8” tool was thick and hairy, making a great tasty log for the sucking. For a studly cowboy trucker, he was as enthusiastic at sucking my 18 year old boy meat just as much.

After a few more beers we were both getting groggy and the TV news had gotten over. “You staying here with me tonight?” he asked. I nodded yes. Out of all the sex I had been having in the past month at and around work, getting together with this guy was something else all together. It was more like, well....love. For a big gruff guy well older than I, he treated my as an equal and with respect, with love and passion.

The light began to dimly creep through the cracks of the curtains in the morning while we rubbed against each other transitioning from a dead sleep to being awake. It felt so natural. I didn’t have to be at work as it was Saturday and neither one of us were in a hurry to get up. Running his hands through my hair he said, “Man I could get used to waking up every morning with you buddy”. Feeling the same rising heat I squeezed him and said, “Me too“.

He then laid back on his pillow and looked at the ceiling and pondered. “So, what if you could? What is your situation right now? What are you doing as far as your job, school or whatever? What is the story with your parents?” I had a feeling where this was headed and answered, “I graduated High School last June and I’m scheduled to start going to community college here pretty soon. I am just working at the parts store to have some spending money, my Dad got me the job there.”

The cowboy trucker finally took a deep breath and said, “This might sound wacky, but why don’t you come on the road with me in the truck for a couple weeks. You don’t have to start college for another month. We could spend all day with each other, you could sleep with me in the truck and see the country. Every college kid needs a roadtrip before they start school! And you don't need any money, I'll take care of ya." He then laughed and joked, "You can be my kept boy”.

I laid there silent and listened as he laid out his offer. I wanted to go. But it was not my boss at work getting mad at me for quitting I was worried about. It was how I would explain to my parents I was going to run off on the road with some stranger in a truck out of the blue. How would that look or be explained? My dad being a trucker himself would pick it apart in a minute. I finally spoke, “I would love to come with you man, but I don’t know about my parents. I mean I’m 18 and all, but they aren’t gonna like it if I go tell them I am quitting my job to go riding with you on the road. It would lead to a lot of curiosity and questions I would have to answer or lie about”.

Chet let out a sigh and sat up. "Well give it some thought," he said. "I'll be back in town later next week and you can jump in the truck with me if you decide.” He then got up and went into the bathroom and started taking a piss. We went another round in the sheets before we took a shower together again and I left for home to figure out how I would sell this to my folks.

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A filthy tale continued from JB Truck Service 9

Days into the next week after getting gang fucked by the two dirty old men at the trailer park, work was treating me good at JB Truck Service. Lots of eye candy and fooling around with Ted and James kept me motivated to show up bright and early. I even gave the dirty old man in the basement a couple visits and swallowed his loads. One thing I had learned in the past month was that men all taste about the same and getting him off is just as satisfying no matter what his age.

Friday couldn’t come early enough though. I had made it though the day and was doing my closing rounds in the shop. Most of the mechanics had cleaned up their stations and headed home. A couple stragglers remained behind wrenching in the distant sea of Kenworths and White Freightliners with their hoods tilted open in the shop.

After mopping the floors in the front showroom, the customer lounge and restroom I headed for the back corner of the shop where the holy of holies resided. The employee spank room. The Jenna Jameson poster was long losing its ink in spots from all the times guys had blew their juice on it and it had been licked up with my wet scouring tongue. It was time to replace it with something else. A nice big print of Carl Hardwick would have been nice, but would not have played with 90% of the people who came here.

As I pushed my mop and bucket into the dimly lit restroom with its permanently filthy walls and fixtures I laughed to myself about mopping the floor. “What’s the fuckin use?”. Looking down at the spot where my prizes had been left behind so many times there was nothing. Let down I began to turn to grab my mop when I heard his deep voice. “Missing something?” I turned around to see Greg standing there shutting and locking the rusty metal door behind him.

Greg was one of the younger mechanics at the shop I had been watching for a while, wondering if he was my mystery man. There were more puddles and ropes of sweet man seed left behind on the walls and floor of the raunchy bathroom then just from my buds Ted and James. Somebody else had been adding to the daily dose. Greg was pretty young for the group, in his mid twenties. Tall and skinny, he had thick tufts of brown curly hair that puffed out gracefully under his permanent baseball cap.

As I looked up at him standing in front of me he unzipped his blue coveralls from top to bottom without saying a word. Digging his greasy hands into his nest he pulled out his shaved dick and tugged on it a few times. It was already rubbery and growing when he pulled it out into the dim light. He looked at me in the eyes and tilted his head in a split second nod toward his dick, telling me in a millisecond what he expected me to do. No words. Just that flick of the eyes and a serious nod.

Without a thought I was on my knees as he peeled his blue coveralls down and let them fall below his knees exposing his body completely. His cock now at full attention stuck out at me like a bayonet, just inches from my face. Pulling playfully on the end of his meat and pinching his thick mushroom tip his other hand pulled my face into it. His thick sweaty meat brushed my lips giving me the full smell and taste of his hard day’s work. I was in the zone.

Seconds later I was gagging on his massive cock, him pushing it into my mouth bluntly. Struggling to keep my teeth from scraping him as he forced himself I marveled at the smoothness of his shaved smooth skin. “Ghhmm, ghmmmm”, I muttered softly as I worked to keep my mouth stretched open and mouth his cock. His hands now clasping my skull I deftly began licking and slurping at his head and flithering my tongue into his gaping wide pisshole like I had been taught. It made him flinch so it must have been working. The strong silent type his only responses were extended loud breaths when I’d get him just right. Looking up at his tufts of curly hair and his shaded face he gave only the slightest indications of pleasure.

He quickly grew bored of getting his cock eaten and stood me up. He motioned me to turn around toward the filthy old porcelain sink and told me with his eyes what was next. His hands clasped my thighs and pulled my ass toward him. Instinctively I braced myself on the dirty sink and looked down at the rusty drain. As I heard him spitting on his fuck stick I wondered why I hadn’t cleaned this nasty ass sink before. My sixth sense told me to reach behind me and pull my cheeks apart for him as he began sliding his thick assault weapon between them.

He pushed his spit lubed cock against my shitter having never felt or touched me with his fingers. Seeming to find my hole like a pro he slowly exerted pressure into me as he guided himself with one hand and pulled on my shoulder with his other one. He smelled not of cigarettes but pure sweat. His body smell now filling the room, the baseline urine and stench of the bathroom fell second. My hole opened up for him easily letting his fat cock in, stretching my limits only slightly at first. But he got thicker down the shaft, making me wince as he hit bottom.

Feeling the sensation of full cock in me he leaned against my back and wrapped his arms around me. His hands cupping up under my chest and the front of my shoulders he pulled me into a tight body lock and began his grind. Our bodies locked together, he put his six-foot-two frame into motion jack hammering my unlubed hole. At first it felt good. Then his fuck started to dry and he got rougher, still only making heavy breathing noises. “Uhh, ohhow”, I grunted softly as he hit my inner bowel gate a bit too hard. “Shh!” he hissed and fucked me harder still.

My hole quickly began to burn as his thick meat beat my guts seemingly deeper and faster, a slight slapping sound erupting in the small raunchy room. He was banging me harder on my inner gut than I can remember, getting hit and jumping to the shock, gritting my teeth. I tried snuggling away a bit to put some distance between us, but his underarm grip on my chest had me locked into his ragged bullfuck. It was hurting to the point where I was wanting it to change, or stop. “I cant do this anymore”, I whispered in a pleading tone. “Yes you can”, he growled softly. “Yes you can”.

He thankfully changed his position and hammered me from a different angle, now hitting me much more comfortably. My shitter was still hurtin, but his cock was leaking now and making life grand. The slight smell of shit entered the room as I felt his fuck intensify again. In a rapid-fire bang bang bang he shot his cock off in my target, hitting my inner bowel gate again hard enough to make me bark. “Ooowhh! Easy” By then it was over. He pulled his stinky dirty dick from my pasty hole and shook the remaining drops of cum off onto the floor.

As I stood up and began to pull my pants back up and button them, he brushed me aside and hung his cock over the sink and turned on the water. Giving me a snide side eyed look he began washing the smelly brown and white mess from his smooth thick cock, lathering himself up with soap. After he gave his meat a thorough wash down he turned off the water and pulled a few feet of fresh cloth from the towel machine, wiping his hands and package dry.

Watching him stand there drying his hands with his blue coveralls bunched up around his boots I noticed the wedding band on his left hand. He just looked at me with a smirk when he saw me notice and proceeded to pull his coveralls back on and zip them up. Not saying a word he just gave me a wink and said “Thanks”. He turned and unlocked the rusty door and left me standing in the middle of the raunch room, my pasty punished hole full of his spunk and burning with shit.

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...... But i also have a girlfriend of 5 years, of which we are engaged, and she has no clue that i lead another life submerged in the the gay sex lifestyle as a bareback cum craving bottom for multiple guys and anon guys anywhere i can get it. I consider myself bi, and i love her and love sex with her, but i cant deny my obsession for a hot bare cock in my ass, and having it loaded with jizz. I wish she was into swinging, cause i would open up with her, and i'd love to see her being used by some hot straight and bi dudes, leaving her pussy dripping with their nut, but i dont see her going that way :-(

So i was curious how many of you have boyfriends that have no clue what your doing on the side? How many with girlfriends/wives? I would do a poll, but i dont we are allow to post polls, at least i cant figure it out..lol

Anyways... just curious.

Look, no preach from me on most anything. And no judgement either. But if you have a significant other man or woman that believes and trusts you with their health and well being in this arena, they are innocent in the scheme of things.

While you, me, others might willing take the risk of getting pozzed and even get turned on by it the other person might not. They are innocent. And if you love and respect them, that should be considered in the big picture when if comes to your actions.

I have a very important person in my life right now that has been sharing my bed with me. He just came over from the straight world after 15 years of being married. He loves sex with me and I love him dearly in ways that go beyond BF. He is scared shitless of STD's and is not "privvy" to how a lot of men out here arent. In his case, he asked me to either be 100% mono with him or use a condom (for now at least). While I don't relish either scenario, for now I love him enough to respect his wishes as long as we are playing. I' aint no saint obviously but it would break my heart if I broke his trust and hurt his health by breaking my promise to him.

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An filthy tale continued from JB Truck Service 8

Being naked with cum leaking from my pounded hole, fear of the unknown racked through my body as I heard the footsteps of the men shuffling into the room. Then the other man bellowed, “Damn Dawg!” in a deep redneck drawl. “That’s a nice piece of ass you got there Jonny boy. You gonna share some with Big Red??“ It made me feel used and scared as he talked of me like a piece of property to be shared. Jonny was hovering behind the much larger and rougher looking man averting my stare. I was looking to him for some explanation, some help here.

This guy was a fucking scary sight more than even ex-con Jonny. His thick arms covered in faded tattoos that went under his sleeves and crept up his neck. The trashy looking red bearded man stood over me leering while he cracked his hairy knuckles with LOVE and HATE tatted on them. He had a pretty good gut on him and wore a faded black Harley-Davidson T-shirt, ragged jeans and a pair of old black boots. His presence amplified the smell of cigarettes and sweat in the small hot pig sty of a room I was captive in.

Sensing my uneasy reaction to this stranger as I lay naked on his pile of stained sheets, Jonny nervously introduced me to the man, “This is Bobby. He lives next door. You don't need to worry Rookie, he‘s cool”. I wasn't sure what the protocol was when you just got done getting bitched fucked, laying naked in his bed and you are introduced to a stranger. Reach out and shake hands?

The man looked down at me with a smirk. “I's hearin you gettin it good from next door. Thought I'd come over and have a look see what my boy here was a fuckin“ he taunted. My face flushed with embarrassment as I looked down at the dirty bed sheets wet with cum. “He works with me at the shop - new kid,” Jonny explained as if he was caught cheating. “Is he legal?” Bobby asked. “I don’t need child molester to my rap sheet”. Jonny looked at me and asked, “You 18 right?”.

Feeling scared as hell I nervously looked around for my clothes and began crawling toward them. In flight mode I began saying, “I’d like to stay here guys ….uh…..but I gotta.....” Bobby grunted and back handed Jonny in the gut with a laugh. Then the man looked back at me and nudged me back down on the bed. “You don’t need to go running off.” Bobby said, “Sit back down and let’s smoke some and get to know each other. You got nothing to be afraid of.” The man then looked at Jonny and ordered him to pack another bowl of weed for him.

After the next bowl of mean green got passed around and a few more beers I was resolved to rolling in the stink with these two dirty old men. My fear had subsided and I gave myself to them as they took my fuck hole back and forth and had me suck their raunchy cocks. Big Red pounded my burning numb shitter while Jonny had me suck him and then they traded places a few times. All the while they laughed and joked with each other about having a good little bitch faggot to service them.

When I walked out of that shit hole trailer an hour later stoned off my ass and drunk, my asshole burned and bruised leaking the greasy slime of both of old ex-con daddies. “If my Mom, no my Dad could see me now”, I thought having just given myself up as a willing fuck bitch for two ex-con white trash guys well older than him. These were the kind of people that my parents always warned me to stay far away from. I now smelled like both of them. My jaw and throat muscles were sore and I had spindly grey dick hairs stuck in my teeth. My mouth unshakably tasted wickedly strong of cum, cock and ass.

The beer I drank afterward washed it down a little but the taste came back as I drove down the street away from the trailer park. My brain was still in a fog from smoking some downright mean weed. I hoped to God I would not get pulled over because I would fail at the officer's feet. I should have felt remorseful and scared at the depths of depravity I had allowed myself to find myself in. I should have. But I didn’t. I felt high and on fire. When they teased my like a cheap whore and said come back sometime, I wanted to.

How was I going to go home after this? I had crossed a line from that clean cut kid with straight A’s headed off to college who had been Mom and Dad’s straight laced pride. This was heading down a road far away from where they had brought me up to go. Being 18, I‘m an adult but living at home one is still beholden to living out the visions of the parents. The thoughts of what this was going to come to, where it was headed, and who I was fast becoming swirled in my head as I drove around town avoiding going home till my head straightened up a bit.

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