[Gruntraq] Shocked Part 2

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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.

To Be Continued

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