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Competitors and Kissing Neighbors
Competitors and Kissing Neighbors
By Kevin – unoponcho
Just before the fall semester began at Florida State University, Doyle and his lover purchased a home, and moved to Tallahassee where he was hired to teach Civil Engineering at FSU. Doyle had just received his masters in Civil Engineering and this was his first full time job. At the same time Mickey and Lyman, his lover, also moved to Tallahassee and purchased a home in the same neighborhood. Mickey was a recent graduate who had majored in Government and also had a degree in law. He had a job working in the State Capital in the Governor of Florida’s office.
Their homes were back up to each other separated by a ravine. The ravine was approximately forty feet across, and twenty-five feet deep with a stream at the bottom. The stream feed into a swampy wilderness area. On each side of the ravine were two other homes making a total of six homes that backed up to the ravine. Being older homes, which at one time was the nicer more influential part of the city, had larger than usual yards both in front and back that were well established. There were tall pine trees as well as huge oak trees with Spanish moss on them. The lawn had a thick carpet of grass. There were various colors of azaleas that provided hedges separating the property from their neighbors. There were also various varieties of camellias planted in various areas in the yards and flowerbeds. When the azaleas, dogwoods and camellias were in bloom during the spring the neighborhood looked like a fairyland.
During the fall and winter, both Mickey and Doyle with a minimum help from their lovers spent a lot of their time remodeling and sprucing up the inside of their homes. Both couples had never met, but were aware that a gay couple lived across the ravine. When the weather began to get nice in the spring, both Mickey and Doyle were spending more and more time working in their yards. When they saw each other in their back yards they would wave, but that was the only communication between the two of them. Actually there was another form of communication going on between them. When they were outside in their back yards there seemed to be a contest to only wear enough clothes so they were not indecently exposed. They seemed to be purposely showing off their physiques to each other. There was another peculiar habit that they had, which was they often either rubbed there crotches or adjusted their dicks in the shorts that they were wearing.
Mickey decided to build a patio and a barbeque pit in his back yard near the ravine. Doyle was not going to let Mickey get the best of him and he also built a similar patio and barbeque pit that was nicer than Mickey’s. Doyle put up some birdhouses and Mickey put up nicer ones. Mickey build a goldfish pond and Doyle tried to out do Mickey’s. Nothing was ever said but the two of them were competing with each other. Their efforts did not go unnoticed by their straight neighbors on each side of them. Their neighbors also started making improvements both on the inside and outside of their homes as well as their yards. Soon it was like an epidemic and everyone in the neighborhood were sprucing up their homes and competing with each other to have a nicer home and yard than anyone else.
Doyle had been concerned about the erosion around the ravine that was causing the ravine to get wider and slowly eating away at the back of his yard. He decided to terrace his portion of the ravine and to landscape it so that it would stop the erosion. It was early summer when he started the project and it was just after he and his lover had broken up for one reason or other. He had not gotten into project very long before Mickey saw what Doyle was doing on his side of the ravine. Mickey could not stand it and began working on his side. It was at this time that Mickey and Doyle had formally introduced themselves and had met for the first time.
Their efforts again did not go unnoticed by their neighbors on each side of them and they also started terracing and working on their portion of the ravine. Most of the work involved backbreaking labor. They were digging up rocks and using the rocks and concrete to build retaining walls. Doyle started off by building rock steps going from the top of the ravine down to the bottom some distances from the stream. Mickey knowing that Doyle would not be teaching during the summer months and would have more time to work on the project than he would, he hired bricklayers to build his steps and terraced walls. He did choose to use old bricks acquired from demolished homes or buildings so that the brick steps and walls would be more in keeping with the rough appearance of the rocks that the other neighbors were using.
Everyone had been working on the project for several weeks when they all got together and were discussing how they were going to landscape their portion of the ravine. Doyle made the suggestion that each of the neighbors pitch in a hundred dollars and install a sprinkler system using water pumped out of the stream. Everyone agreed and worked that into their plans. Towards the end of the summer everyone had competed all they wanted to do for the time being. They had planted azaleas, camellias, rose bushes, dogwood trees, ferns and a number of other different flowers and shrubs. What they had done not only would stop the erosion, but also had turned the ravine into a beautiful sight.
On a Saturday night Doyle invited his five neighbors to come to his house for drinks and a steak cookout on his patio to celebrate what they had achieved. When Mickey showed up, Lyman was not with him. Doyle asked Mickey where Lyman was and if he were coming. Mickey told him that Lyman would not be there and he would explain later.
Mickey and Doyle were twenty-four years old and their neighbors were in their middle fifties to middle sixties. Even though there was a large difference in ages they all had a good time. One of couples that lived next door to Doyle had moved in their house twenty-eight years ago when it was new.
It was near ten o’clock when everyone left except Mickey. It only took a few minutes with Mickey assisting Doyle in cleaning up after the party. They fixed themselves another mixed drink and sat back down across from each other at the picnic table on the patio.
Doyle asked, “Where is Lyman tonight?”
“I have not the vaguest idea. I am guessing that he is in Chicago by now fucking the guy that used to be his ex….Doyle would you mind turning the lights off and setting next to me? I need to talk to someone and hopefully you will listen to what I have to say.”
Doyle got up and flicked the electrical switch that was mounted on a near by tree that turned the lights off in the back yard. He sat down beside Mickey. Mickey reached over and put his hand on top of Doyle’s leg. Doyle had no idea what was going on in Mickey’s head, but he had dreamed of Mickey touching him in a familiar way from the first time he saw him.
Mickey said, “Lyman and I have been having problems for sometime now. In fact we were having problems before we ever moved to Tallahassee. Lyman and I were not on the same wavelength. I never could figure out what he wanted from a relationship nor could he understand what I wanted. Every since we have moved here he has been complaining about how much time I wasted working on the house and yard. I tried to tell him that if he would help some that I would have more time to spend with him. Anything having to do with cleaning the house or working in the yard was just not on his agenda and he felted like it is beneath him. Anyway, I came home from work Wednesday night, and he had packed everything of his and was gone. He left a note saying that he was going back to Chicago, his hometown, and that he and Roy were going to try to live together again. Roy was his most recent ex before I met Lyman.”
“So, it is over between you and Lyman?”
“It’s been over for several months. Lyman and I have not had sex for over three months now. He has been fucking around with several dudes in town. He has a bushel basket of sex toys that he uses. He believes that his seven-inch dick is not big enough and he uses pumps and several other devices trying to increase the size of his dick. I have tried to tell him that his dick is perfect the way it is and if it was any larger that most men would agree that it was too big.”
Doyle trying to be humorous, said, “Well you wouldn’t like my fourteen inch prick then?”
Mickey quickly took his hand off of Doyle’s leg, scooted away from him, and said, “If your cock is that large, get back on the other side of the table.”
Mickey moved back next to Doyle and groped Doyle’s box, and said, “I have told you about Lyman. Now I want to talk about something else. From the first time I saw you I have wanted to get to know you both personally and intimately. From what I have seen and now know, I do believe that we are on the same wavelength. If I am not mistaken, I do believe that I can feel your dick getting hard. I know that mine is. I think that both of us have been competing with each other. Let’s stop that shit and start competing to see who can cause each other to enjoy having sex the most.”
Doyle said, “Your on my friend. Let the competition begin.”
Doyle stood up and began taking off his clothes. Having seen what Doyle was doing he also stood up and removed his clothes.
Doyle patted his hand on the picnic table, and said, “Get up here and set down on the table.”
As Mickey was getting on the table, he said, “You know that I am an attorney. If I get a splinter in my ass, I am going to sue you.”
Doyle responded, “After I stick my fourteen inch prick up your asshole, you want be in any condition to sue anyone.”
Mickey said, “I don’t know about that. You know if that happened and I took you to court that you would have to exhibit your prick to the judge and jury?”
Doyle set down on the bench between Mickey’s legs. He did not respond to Mickey’s statement or question. He took a hold of Mickey’s dick and began stroking and sucking on it. Mickey leaned back on the table and let Doyle demonstrate how proficient he was in giving head. Doyle sucked and jacked on Mickey’s nice size seven-inch penis and his balls for some time.
Mickey said, “Damn Doyle you are good. It’s my turn now. I don’t know if I am going to be able to beat that or not. Lie down on the table and let me see that fourteen inch prick of yours. I brought my pocket knife, and I just may have to whittle it down to my size.”
Mickey got off of the table and Doyle got on and lay down on his back. Mickey stood between Doyle’s legs and took a hold of Doyle’s hard dick, and said, “You are about the same size as me.”
Doyle laughed, and said, “It’s still soft. Wait until it gets hard.”
Mickey said, “Soft my ass! It is so hard already that it is sticking straight up.”
Mickey proceeded to suck and deep throat Doyle’s erection providing Doyle with all of the sensations and delightful feelings that receiving oral sex from an experienced cocksucker could ever wish for. Mickey administered head to Doyle for a good length of time before he started rimming Doyle’s anus for another length of time.
Mickey stood up, and said, “You seem to have enjoyed the attention I have been giving your ass. I assume that you would not mind if I fucked you.”
Doyle said, “I would not mind at all, but I will have to go to the house and get some condoms.”
Mickey said, “Doyle, I have wanted to fuck your ass for a long time. Ever since Lyman left I have been planning on how I was going to get to fuck you. I brought condoms with me tonight just in case.”
Mickey put on a condom, and then rim Doyle’s anus again using his spit to get it wet and loose. He had Doyle to move his ass closer to the edge of the table. He took a hold of Doyle’s ankles and raised his legs up and then leaned over and gave head to Doyle a short time before he had Doyle rest his legs on his shoulders before he penetrated Doyle’s asshole. Mickey was soon pounding Doyle’s ass while Doyle was holding on to his balls and stroking on his cock while being royally fucked by Mickey. Mickey was doing such a great job in fucking Doyle’s ass that Doyle shot off a few minutes before Mickey had his climax.
Mickey said, “That was fabulous, but I was hoping it would last longer and that you would fuck me.”
Doyle said, “No problem. I am still hard and if you have another condom, I will fuck you.”
Mickey got another condom out of his pants pocket and put it on Doyle’s erection. Doyle got off of the table and removed Mickey’s used condom before Mickey bent over and put his torso and head on the table. Doyle took Mickey’s cum from the condom that he had just had on and used it as lube on Mickey’s anus that was already loose enough that Doyle could stick three of his fingers in. After Doyle had pushed his erection all the way inside Mickey he began slowly fuck him and at the same time stroked on Mickey’s semi-hard dick until it was fully erect again. Soon Doyle was banging his dick in and out of Mickey’s asshole using much more force than Mickey had used when fucking him. Mickey was showing that he was also enjoying being fucked by the way he was twisting and moving his ass around while moaning and pounding his fist on the table and crying out for Doyle to fuck him.
After some length of time, Doyle was just about to suggest that Mickey lay down on the table so he could fuck him in that position. Mickey began to shoot off spraying his cum onto the patio and coating Doyle’s hand that had been beating Mickey off. Mickey’s climax was so exciting to Doyle that he then began shooting off into Mickey’s tight hole.
Doyle removed his condom, and got Mickey’s condom, and placed them in the still live coals in the barbeque pit. They sat down on the picnic bench beside each other.
Doyle put his arm around Mickey’s shoulder and Mickey place his hand on Doyle’s leg.
Mickey said, “That was greater than I even imagined that it would be. I don’t know about you, but I want us to have sex with again. In fact I want us to have sex many more times. I also want us to spend time together and get to know each other better. After all we are neighbors and should be neighborly.”
Doyle said, “I was thinking of the same thing.”
“What do you have planned for tomorrow?” Mickey asked.
“No plans. I was just going to putter around in the yard.”
“Why don’t you come over in the morning and have Sunday brunch with me and maybe we could drive down to the Gulf coast, take a swim, take a picnic and spend the day together.”
Doyle said, “You have got yourself a date.”
Mickey said, “I just had an idea. Since we are going to be good neighbors and be visiting with each other a lot, how about you drawing up plans for a bridge to go across the ravine connecting our property so that we could use going back and forth to each other’s houses. If you will draw up the plans, I will pay for it being constructed.”
“That’s not a bad idea. I will get right on it. Now about your lawsuit. Just when are you going to file it so that I can exhibit my donkey prick in court?”
“I have not decided as yet. The next time we have sex do you think that you can get your dick hard so I can see that trophy cock of yours fully erect?”
“How about now? Doyle asked.
“Maybe some other time. It is getting late and I have a date with a good-looking man for brunch in the morning so I need to get home.
“Doyle said, “Mickey, you have heard the expression ‘Kissing cousins’? Is there an expression that might apply to us, like ‘Kissing neighbors’?”
“I have never heard of such an expression, but there is no law that I can think of that would prohibit us from starting such an tradition. In fact I think that it is a damn good idea.”
They put their arms around each other and kissed each other several times before getting up and Mickey getting dressed. Doyle was not even going to bother getting dress just to go inside his house and undress again before going to bed. Mickey commented on the fact that if they had a bridge across the ravine that he could be home in a jiffy and he would not have to get dressed and have to walk two and half blocks to get home. Doyle invited Mickey to spend the night with him.
Mickey said, “I do have some principles. I may have sex and kiss, but I never sleep with a man on my first date with him.”
Doyle hugged and kissed Mickey, and said, “Goodnight kissing neighbor.”
It has been almost a year since Mickey and Doyle experienced having sex together for the first time. The bridge across the ravine was completed and has been used daily since completion. They still compete, but not nearly as much as they used too. They spend most of their free time together. They are very familiar with the inside of each of their homes especially their bedrooms where they often spend the night together.
Last spring when the azaleas, dogwood and camellias were in full bloom, on the Saturday night ten o’clock news the local TV station did a story featuring what Doyle, Mickey and their four neighbors had done to the ravine. Mickey was at Doyle’s and was in the den, when they watched the news on TV. After it was over Mickey stood up and helped Doyle up. Mickey took Doyle’s hand and led him outside to the patio and barbeque pit. They took off their clothes and went down the steps to the bottom of the ravine where they preformed oral sex on each other for sometime before returning to the patio where they fucked each other on the picnic table like they had done the first time that they had sex together except after they had had sex this time Mickey spent the night as he had done many times before with Doyle.
Neither Mickey nor Doyle have ever dated or had sex with anyone else since the first time they had sex together. They have a very meaningful and strong friendship and know that they will be very, very close friends for the rest of their lives. Whether or not their friendship has gone beyond the thin line to be lovers is not known. Both are very happy and satisfied with the status quo. They have continued the tradition that they started, and are kissing neighbors.
The End
Kevin
unoponcho
Competitors and Kissing Neighbors
By Kevin – unoponcho
Just before the fall semester began at Florida State University, Doyle and his lover purchased a home, and moved to Tallahassee where he was hired to teach Civil Engineering at FSU. Doyle had just received his masters in Civil Engineering and this was his first full time job. At the same time Mickey and Lyman, his lover, also moved to Tallahassee and purchased a home in the same neighborhood. Mickey was a recent graduate who had majored in Government and also had a degree in law. He had a job working in the State Capital in the Governor of Florida’s office.
Their homes were back up to each other separated by a ravine. The ravine was approximately forty feet across, and twenty-five feet deep with a stream at the bottom. The stream feed into a swampy wilderness area. On each side of the ravine were two other homes making a total of six homes that backed up to the ravine. Being older homes, which at one time was the nicer more influential part of the city, had larger than usual yards both in front and back that were well established. There were tall pine trees as well as huge oak trees with Spanish moss on them. The lawn had a thick carpet of grass. There were various colors of azaleas that provided hedges separating the property from their neighbors. There were also various varieties of camellias planted in various areas in the yards and flowerbeds. When the azaleas, dogwoods and camellias were in bloom during the spring the neighborhood looked like a fairyland.
During the fall and winter, both Mickey and Doyle with a minimum help from their lovers spent a lot of their time remodeling and sprucing up the inside of their homes. Both couples had never met, but were aware that a gay couple lived across the ravine. When the weather began to get nice in the spring, both Mickey and Doyle were spending more and more time working in their yards. When they saw each other in their back yards they would wave, but that was the only communication between the two of them. Actually there was another form of communication going on between them. When they were outside in their back yards there seemed to be a contest to only wear enough clothes so they were not indecently exposed. They seemed to be purposely showing off their physiques to each other. There was another peculiar habit that they had, which was they often either rubbed there crotches or adjusted their dicks in the shorts that they were wearing.
Mickey decided to build a patio and a barbeque pit in his back yard near the ravine. Doyle was not going to let Mickey get the best of him and he also built a similar patio and barbeque pit that was nicer than Mickey’s. Doyle put up some birdhouses and Mickey put up nicer ones. Mickey build a goldfish pond and Doyle tried to out do Mickey’s. Nothing was ever said but the two of them were competing with each other. Their efforts did not go unnoticed by their straight neighbors on each side of them. Their neighbors also started making improvements both on the inside and outside of their homes as well as their yards. Soon it was like an epidemic and everyone in the neighborhood were sprucing up their homes and competing with each other to have a nicer home and yard than anyone else.
Doyle had been concerned about the erosion around the ravine that was causing the ravine to get wider and slowly eating away at the back of his yard. He decided to terrace his portion of the ravine and to landscape it so that it would stop the erosion. It was early summer when he started the project and it was just after he and his lover had broken up for one reason or other. He had not gotten into project very long before Mickey saw what Doyle was doing on his side of the ravine. Mickey could not stand it and began working on his side. It was at this time that Mickey and Doyle had formally introduced themselves and had met for the first time.
Their efforts again did not go unnoticed by their neighbors on each side of them and they also started terracing and working on their portion of the ravine. Most of the work involved backbreaking labor. They were digging up rocks and using the rocks and concrete to build retaining walls. Doyle started off by building rock steps going from the top of the ravine down to the bottom some distances from the stream. Mickey knowing that Doyle would not be teaching during the summer months and would have more time to work on the project than he would, he hired bricklayers to build his steps and terraced walls. He did choose to use old bricks acquired from demolished homes or buildings so that the brick steps and walls would be more in keeping with the rough appearance of the rocks that the other neighbors were using.
Everyone had been working on the project for several weeks when they all got together and were discussing how they were going to landscape their portion of the ravine. Doyle made the suggestion that each of the neighbors pitch in a hundred dollars and install a sprinkler system using water pumped out of the stream. Everyone agreed and worked that into their plans. Towards the end of the summer everyone had competed all they wanted to do for the time being. They had planted azaleas, camellias, rose bushes, dogwood trees, ferns and a number of other different flowers and shrubs. What they had done not only would stop the erosion, but also had turned the ravine into a beautiful sight.
On a Saturday night Doyle invited his five neighbors to come to his house for drinks and a steak cookout on his patio to celebrate what they had achieved. When Mickey showed up, Lyman was not with him. Doyle asked Mickey where Lyman was and if he were coming. Mickey told him that Lyman would not be there and he would explain later.
Mickey and Doyle were twenty-four years old and their neighbors were in their middle fifties to middle sixties. Even though there was a large difference in ages they all had a good time. One of couples that lived next door to Doyle had moved in their house twenty-eight years ago when it was new.
It was near ten o’clock when everyone left except Mickey. It only took a few minutes with Mickey assisting Doyle in cleaning up after the party. They fixed themselves another mixed drink and sat back down across from each other at the picnic table on the patio.
Doyle asked, “Where is Lyman tonight?”
“I have not the vaguest idea. I am guessing that he is in Chicago by now fucking the guy that used to be his ex….Doyle would you mind turning the lights off and setting next to me? I need to talk to someone and hopefully you will listen to what I have to say.”
Doyle got up and flicked the electrical switch that was mounted on a near by tree that turned the lights off in the back yard. He sat down beside Mickey. Mickey reached over and put his hand on top of Doyle’s leg. Doyle had no idea what was going on in Mickey’s head, but he had dreamed of Mickey touching him in a familiar way from the first time he saw him.
Mickey said, “Lyman and I have been having problems for sometime now. In fact we were having problems before we ever moved to Tallahassee. Lyman and I were not on the same wavelength. I never could figure out what he wanted from a relationship nor could he understand what I wanted. Every since we have moved here he has been complaining about how much time I wasted working on the house and yard. I tried to tell him that if he would help some that I would have more time to spend with him. Anything having to do with cleaning the house or working in the yard was just not on his agenda and he felted like it is beneath him. Anyway, I came home from work Wednesday night, and he had packed everything of his and was gone. He left a note saying that he was going back to Chicago, his hometown, and that he and Roy were going to try to live together again. Roy was his most recent ex before I met Lyman.”
“So, it is over between you and Lyman?”
“It’s been over for several months. Lyman and I have not had sex for over three months now. He has been fucking around with several dudes in town. He has a bushel basket of sex toys that he uses. He believes that his seven-inch dick is not big enough and he uses pumps and several other devices trying to increase the size of his dick. I have tried to tell him that his dick is perfect the way it is and if it was any larger that most men would agree that it was too big.”
Doyle trying to be humorous, said, “Well you wouldn’t like my fourteen inch prick then?”
Mickey quickly took his hand off of Doyle’s leg, scooted away from him, and said, “If your cock is that large, get back on the other side of the table.”
Mickey moved back next to Doyle and groped Doyle’s box, and said, “I have told you about Lyman. Now I want to talk about something else. From the first time I saw you I have wanted to get to know you both personally and intimately. From what I have seen and now know, I do believe that we are on the same wavelength. If I am not mistaken, I do believe that I can feel your dick getting hard. I know that mine is. I think that both of us have been competing with each other. Let’s stop that shit and start competing to see who can cause each other to enjoy having sex the most.”
Doyle said, “Your on my friend. Let the competition begin.”
Doyle stood up and began taking off his clothes. Having seen what Doyle was doing he also stood up and removed his clothes.
Doyle patted his hand on the picnic table, and said, “Get up here and set down on the table.”
As Mickey was getting on the table, he said, “You know that I am an attorney. If I get a splinter in my ass, I am going to sue you.”
Doyle responded, “After I stick my fourteen inch prick up your asshole, you want be in any condition to sue anyone.”
Mickey said, “I don’t know about that. You know if that happened and I took you to court that you would have to exhibit your prick to the judge and jury?”
Doyle set down on the bench between Mickey’s legs. He did not respond to Mickey’s statement or question. He took a hold of Mickey’s dick and began stroking and sucking on it. Mickey leaned back on the table and let Doyle demonstrate how proficient he was in giving head. Doyle sucked and jacked on Mickey’s nice size seven-inch penis and his balls for some time.
Mickey said, “Damn Doyle you are good. It’s my turn now. I don’t know if I am going to be able to beat that or not. Lie down on the table and let me see that fourteen inch prick of yours. I brought my pocket knife, and I just may have to whittle it down to my size.”
Mickey got off of the table and Doyle got on and lay down on his back. Mickey stood between Doyle’s legs and took a hold of Doyle’s hard dick, and said, “You are about the same size as me.”
Doyle laughed, and said, “It’s still soft. Wait until it gets hard.”
Mickey said, “Soft my ass! It is so hard already that it is sticking straight up.”
Mickey proceeded to suck and deep throat Doyle’s erection providing Doyle with all of the sensations and delightful feelings that receiving oral sex from an experienced cocksucker could ever wish for. Mickey administered head to Doyle for a good length of time before he started rimming Doyle’s anus for another length of time.
Mickey stood up, and said, “You seem to have enjoyed the attention I have been giving your ass. I assume that you would not mind if I fucked you.”
Doyle said, “I would not mind at all, but I will have to go to the house and get some condoms.”
Mickey said, “Doyle, I have wanted to fuck your ass for a long time. Ever since Lyman left I have been planning on how I was going to get to fuck you. I brought condoms with me tonight just in case.”
Mickey put on a condom, and then rim Doyle’s anus again using his spit to get it wet and loose. He had Doyle to move his ass closer to the edge of the table. He took a hold of Doyle’s ankles and raised his legs up and then leaned over and gave head to Doyle a short time before he had Doyle rest his legs on his shoulders before he penetrated Doyle’s asshole. Mickey was soon pounding Doyle’s ass while Doyle was holding on to his balls and stroking on his cock while being royally fucked by Mickey. Mickey was doing such a great job in fucking Doyle’s ass that Doyle shot off a few minutes before Mickey had his climax.
Mickey said, “That was fabulous, but I was hoping it would last longer and that you would fuck me.”
Doyle said, “No problem. I am still hard and if you have another condom, I will fuck you.”
Mickey got another condom out of his pants pocket and put it on Doyle’s erection. Doyle got off of the table and removed Mickey’s used condom before Mickey bent over and put his torso and head on the table. Doyle took Mickey’s cum from the condom that he had just had on and used it as lube on Mickey’s anus that was already loose enough that Doyle could stick three of his fingers in. After Doyle had pushed his erection all the way inside Mickey he began slowly fuck him and at the same time stroked on Mickey’s semi-hard dick until it was fully erect again. Soon Doyle was banging his dick in and out of Mickey’s asshole using much more force than Mickey had used when fucking him. Mickey was showing that he was also enjoying being fucked by the way he was twisting and moving his ass around while moaning and pounding his fist on the table and crying out for Doyle to fuck him.
After some length of time, Doyle was just about to suggest that Mickey lay down on the table so he could fuck him in that position. Mickey began to shoot off spraying his cum onto the patio and coating Doyle’s hand that had been beating Mickey off. Mickey’s climax was so exciting to Doyle that he then began shooting off into Mickey’s tight hole.
Doyle removed his condom, and got Mickey’s condom, and placed them in the still live coals in the barbeque pit. They sat down on the picnic bench beside each other.
Doyle put his arm around Mickey’s shoulder and Mickey place his hand on Doyle’s leg.
Mickey said, “That was greater than I even imagined that it would be. I don’t know about you, but I want us to have sex with again. In fact I want us to have sex many more times. I also want us to spend time together and get to know each other better. After all we are neighbors and should be neighborly.”
Doyle said, “I was thinking of the same thing.”
“What do you have planned for tomorrow?” Mickey asked.
“No plans. I was just going to putter around in the yard.”
“Why don’t you come over in the morning and have Sunday brunch with me and maybe we could drive down to the Gulf coast, take a swim, take a picnic and spend the day together.”
Doyle said, “You have got yourself a date.”
Mickey said, “I just had an idea. Since we are going to be good neighbors and be visiting with each other a lot, how about you drawing up plans for a bridge to go across the ravine connecting our property so that we could use going back and forth to each other’s houses. If you will draw up the plans, I will pay for it being constructed.”
“That’s not a bad idea. I will get right on it. Now about your lawsuit. Just when are you going to file it so that I can exhibit my donkey prick in court?”
“I have not decided as yet. The next time we have sex do you think that you can get your dick hard so I can see that trophy cock of yours fully erect?”
“How about now? Doyle asked.
“Maybe some other time. It is getting late and I have a date with a good-looking man for brunch in the morning so I need to get home.
“Doyle said, “Mickey, you have heard the expression ‘Kissing cousins’? Is there an expression that might apply to us, like ‘Kissing neighbors’?”
“I have never heard of such an expression, but there is no law that I can think of that would prohibit us from starting such an tradition. In fact I think that it is a damn good idea.”
They put their arms around each other and kissed each other several times before getting up and Mickey getting dressed. Doyle was not even going to bother getting dress just to go inside his house and undress again before going to bed. Mickey commented on the fact that if they had a bridge across the ravine that he could be home in a jiffy and he would not have to get dressed and have to walk two and half blocks to get home. Doyle invited Mickey to spend the night with him.
Mickey said, “I do have some principles. I may have sex and kiss, but I never sleep with a man on my first date with him.”
Doyle hugged and kissed Mickey, and said, “Goodnight kissing neighbor.”
It has been almost a year since Mickey and Doyle experienced having sex together for the first time. The bridge across the ravine was completed and has been used daily since completion. They still compete, but not nearly as much as they used too. They spend most of their free time together. They are very familiar with the inside of each of their homes especially their bedrooms where they often spend the night together.
Last spring when the azaleas, dogwood and camellias were in full bloom, on the Saturday night ten o’clock news the local TV station did a story featuring what Doyle, Mickey and their four neighbors had done to the ravine. Mickey was at Doyle’s and was in the den, when they watched the news on TV. After it was over Mickey stood up and helped Doyle up. Mickey took Doyle’s hand and led him outside to the patio and barbeque pit. They took off their clothes and went down the steps to the bottom of the ravine where they preformed oral sex on each other for sometime before returning to the patio where they fucked each other on the picnic table like they had done the first time that they had sex together except after they had had sex this time Mickey spent the night as he had done many times before with Doyle.
Neither Mickey nor Doyle have ever dated or had sex with anyone else since the first time they had sex together. They have a very meaningful and strong friendship and know that they will be very, very close friends for the rest of their lives. Whether or not their friendship has gone beyond the thin line to be lovers is not known. Both are very happy and satisfied with the status quo. They have continued the tradition that they started, and are kissing neighbors.
The End
Kevin
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Re: Competitors and Kissing Neighbors
What a great post, Kevin.
Spring is such a beautiful time of year.
I'm farther north than Tallahassee, and the dogwoods and the azalias are not yet in bloom here , but the Bradford pears and redbuds are, so it shouldn't be long.
It's an interesting coincidence that my last post was set about thirty miles north of Tallahassee and the one I am working on now is in Apalachicola, about sixty miles south.
We should let the Chamber of Commerce know that we want a cut in any increase in tourist revenue this year!
Andy
What a great post, Kevin.
Spring is such a beautiful time of year.
I'm farther north than Tallahassee, and the dogwoods and the azalias are not yet in bloom here , but the Bradford pears and redbuds are, so it shouldn't be long.
It's an interesting coincidence that my last post was set about thirty miles north of Tallahassee and the one I am working on now is in Apalachicola, about sixty miles south.
We should let the Chamber of Commerce know that we want a cut in any increase in tourist revenue this year!
Andy
Two Gay Members of The Police Department’s Baseball Team – Batter Up!
Two Gay Members of The Police Department’s Baseball Team – Batter Up!
By Kevin – unoponcho
All of Duke’s life he had wanted to be a policeman. After he graduated from high school he applied to go to the police academy. He was turned down, but was told to reapply when he reached twenty-one. However, he was hired by the Chief of Police to work in the personnel office. He did not understand why because he had no background or training that would qualify him for that job. During the interview the Chief of Police had noticed on his resume that Duke had played baseball while he was in high school. The Chief of Police made a comment on the fact, but Duke let it pass as just an observation on the Chief’s part.
Duke had been on the job for almost a month. He was quick to catch on to what his job was and really liked what he was doing. It was a challenging and interesting job that he was doing well, and each day was being given additional responsibilities.
One day Sgt. Ray Buckner asked Duke to have lunch with him. During lunch the Sgt. explained that he was in charge of forming a baseball team composed of employees of the City Police Department. The Sgt. quizzed Duke as to the position he played on his high school team. Duke told him that he had played every position with the exception of pitcher and catcher. The Sgt. invited Duke to come for tryouts for the team scheduled for one o’clock on Saturday at the city baseball field. Duke went for the tryouts and was put on the team. He was pleased that he was chosen to be on the team, but he also realized that only eleven people showed up for the tryouts and the baseball team consisted of ten players. He also knew by just having his nineteenth birthday that he was the youngest member of the team. The team member closest to his age was Maurice, a new member on the police force, who would soon be twenty-two years old. During the tryouts Maurice and Duke soon sized each other up and they both knew that each of them were gay and very attracted to each other.
As it turned out Sgt. Buckner was both the catcher and coach of the team. Officer Lynn Rucker was the pitcher and had been pitcher for the team for a number of years as well as the officers who were first base, the two short stops, and center field. Maurice was second baseman and Duke was third baseman. The police officers that played left and right field and the alternate were new and had never played on the team before.
Their first practice was the following afternoon, which was a Sunday. They were issued their baseball uniforms while in the locker room. While changing into their uniforms, Maurice and Duke’s lockers were next to each other. They were able to get a quick glimpse of each other’s nude bodies, and both had to discreetly and hurriedly put on their jockey straps to cover their erections before anyone else saw them. With both of them getting an erection confirmed their suspicions that they both were gay. They knew that they had to be careful and never let any of the other team members know that they were homosexuals or they would be teased and harassed or perhaps even loose their jobs.
After practice they had a chance to talk to each other briefly for the first time, but other teammates were near by and they had to be careful what they said to each other. When they got to the locker room they took their time in getting undressed, and let the other team members take their showers first. By the time they finished taking their showers everyone else had gotten dressed and left. The Sgt. had told them to be sure the locker room door was locked before they left. Maurice and Duke dried off and put their towels around their waist before returning to their lockers. They removed their towels while they stood looking into each other’s eyes and knew what each other were thinking. Without saying a word Maurice threw his towel over his shoulder and walked over to the door and latched it shut so no one could come in. When he returned he was stroking on his cock, and so was Duke. Maurice spread out his towel on the floor in front of Duke and dropped to his knees and began sucking on Duke’s growing member. Maurice sucked and deep throated Duke’s cock until Duke shot off deposing his cum into Maurice’s mouth and throat.
Then Maurice lay down on his back on the bench. Duke straddled the bench in between Maurice’s legs and gave him a blowjob.
They stood up and Maurice said, “That was nice.”
Duke said, “It sure was.”
They slapped each other on their bare butts, got dressed, and put their uniforms in a bag to take with them so that they could be laundered. As they were leaving they told each other that they would see each other at the practice on Wednesday afternoon.
Wednesday, Duke got to the locker room before Maurice and was putting on his uniform when Maurice arrived. Even though there was an empty locker beside Duke, Maurice went to the far end of the lockers and began to change clothes. He and Duke nodded and smiled at each other. Duke knew that Maurice was purposely trying to not give the other members of the team any ideas about he and Maurice’s brief sexual encounter.
After practice Sgt. announced that they were to play their first game the coming Saturday morning in Ashville that was a city about seventy miles from them. They were going to play the City of Ashville Police Department’s baseball team. It was to be a practice for both teams before the baseball season began. It was to be the better of two out of three games. The second game would be Saturday afternoon. If the third game needed to be played it would be Sunday morning and they would spend Saturday night in Ashville in a motel. Otherwise they would return home Saturday evening after the second game. They were all to meet at the baseball field by eight o’clock Saturday morning and were going to Ashville in two of the city vans.
Once again Duke and Maurice were the last to take their showers, and exchanged blowjobs after everyone else had left.
As they were leaving to go to their cars, Maurice said, “We will be roommates in the motel Saturday night. Right?”
Duke said, “You bet. I can hardly wait.”
As they were driving to Ashville Saturday morning Maurice and Duke were riding in the back seat of one of the vans. This was the first time that they had had a chance to talk. They told each other about some of their past and about the jobs that they were presently doing. Duke expressed his desire to become a police officer in the future. Everyone in the van was talking and Maurice knew that no one could see what was going on in the back seat. He had reached over and slipped his hand down Duke’s pants and began playing with his cock. Duke in turn began to do the same thing to Maurice. They continued to talk as if nothing was going on between them. When they arrived at the baseball field in Ashville, both of them had erections that they hid behind the bags that they were carrying containing their uniforms.They lost their first game to Ashville. During lunch Sgt. gave them a pep talk.
After he had finished, Duke looked at Maurice and said, “We are not going to let them beat us are we?” Duke smiled at Maurice, and said, “No way man. The stakes are too high.” During the second game Duke who stepped up to bat with the three bases loaded and hit a homerun. Later on Maurice hit a homerun with two on bases. Due to some excellent plays on Duke and Maurice’s part the final score was seven to four. When they checked into the motel, Maurice and Duke were assigned to the same room, but Sgt. also assigned Officer Lynn Rucker, the pitcher, to share their room. Maurice and Duke’s plans to spend the night together alone was squelched. After they all went out together for dinner, and returned to their rooms, Lynn made a phone call. When he finished talking he told Maurice and Duke that his brother and sister-in-law lived in Ashville and had invited him to come and spend the night with them. He made a phone call to Sgt.’s room and told the Sgt. that he was going to spend the night with his brother and would be back in time for breakfast. The Sgt. told him to take one of the vans.
As soon as Lynn got his bag and left, Maurice and Duke were practically ripping their clothes off. Maurice dug into his bag and threw several condoms and lube onto the bed.
As Duke was getting onto the bed, he asked, “Are those condoms for me or for you?” Maurice turned out the lights, jumped up on the bed, and said, “Hopefully, they are for you. I want you to fuck me with that big joystick of yours.” Duke said, “My joystick was hoping that that was what you had in mind.”
Maurice laid down on his stomach next to Duke. He moved up close and raised up putting his arm around Duke, and said, “It is about seven o’clock. We have three hours before we need to turn in and go to sleep. I have wanted to make love to you. Would you mind if I kissed you?”
Duke put his arms around Maurice’s neck, pulled him down, and began kissing Maurice. Maurice moved over on top of Duke and returned Duke’s kisses. Their erections were trapped between their bodies and both were oozing precum like crazy. They were rubbing their bodies together while they were kissing each other. They had changed positions several times before ending back with Maurice on top of Duke. While still kissing, Maurice managed to put lube up his anus. Then he rose up straddling Duke’s legs and put a condom on Duke’s cock. He then scooted back up and leaned over and started kissing Duke again before he reached back and put Duke’s cock into his anus. Maurice began rocking back and forth on Duke’s cock while he was passionately kissing him. Duke was also fucking Maurice the best he could in that position.
After a good length of time, Maurice rose up and asked Duke, “How many times do you think you can shoot off tonight?”
“I don’t know. Maybe twice.”
Maurice said, “I want you to fuck me until we both shoot off. Then I want to suck you off and you cum in my mouth as many times as you can. All right?”
“Maurice, unless you slow down I am going to cum real soon.”
“Do you want to switch positions?” “Not necessarily. This feels fucking great.” Duke replied.
Maurice reached down and stroked his own cock a couple of times and held onto it as he leaned over and started kissing Duke again before he increased his rocking back and forth movement. Duke also increased his rhythm of fucking Maurice’s butt. A short time later Duke was trying to tell Maurice that he was about to climax, but was muffled by Maurice’s sticking his tongue into Duke’s mouth. Maurice was also mumbling something indicating that he was also near climaxing. Duke raised his hips up shoving his cock as far up Maurice’s anus as he could and began shooting off. He could feel Maurice’s warm juicy cum hitting him on his stomach at the same time.
Maurice moved his legs down inside Duke’s and his full weight was on top of him and his cock was still inside Maurice’s rectum. Maurice pulled his cum covered hand out between their two bodies. He and Duke shared licking and cleaning Maurice’s cum off of his hand. They kissed each other and relaxed without moving for a good length of time until Duke’s semi-hard slipped out of Maurice.
Maurice got off of Duke. He removed the used condom off of Duke before getting off of the bed and going into the bathroom where he disposed of the condom and got a damp towel that he brought back to the bed to clean his cum off of Duke’s stomach and off of himself.
He lay down beside Duke, and said, “Let’s talk about the homeruns that we hit this afternoon. Was it just luck that you hit that homerun with the bases loaded?” Duke reached over and put his arm over Maurice’s chest, and said, “Perhaps luck had something to do with it. When I stepped up to bat, I told myself that I either was going to kit a homerun or that we would not have sex tonight. When I swung at the ball I was thinking about us deep throating each other at the same time.”
“You’re kidding me. I was thinking the same thing when I hit my homerun. Maybe we have discovered a secret how to improve our playing baseball. After we get through tonight those guys on the Ashville team don’t stand a chance tomorrow Duke asked, “What do you know about Lynn?”
“If you are asking about him personally, if there is anyone on the team that does not care for gays, it would be Lynn. He has been called down several times in using uncalled force in confrontations with gays. Now if you are talking about his pitching, he has been playing baseball for fifteen years. The rumors are that this will be his last season that he will play baseball. For a thirty-nine year old man he is in excellent shape, but does not have the coordination that he had when younger. I have experienced being a pitcher and there are pressures at times. If a pitcher has a good team to back him up and if someone hits a fly or ground ball and the pitcher knows that his team members can handle the ball then it relieves a lot of the pressure. Our team is new and Lynn has no reason to have confidence in us as yet.”
“Is Lynn married
“God yes. His wife is a legal assistant for a law firm. She is a beautiful woman, as smart as they come, and makes almost twice the salary that Lynn makes. They have four children with the oldest being a sixteen year old son
“What about Sgt. Buckner?”
“Would you believe that Sgt. is forty-five years old? Other than having some weight problems, he is in excellent shape and probably has more endurance than you and I have put together. Sgt. is an easygoing fellow who gets along with everyone except unless he is married. He has been married three or four times. None of his ex-wives could put up with him being a policeman. Sgt. has risked his own life a number of times to prevent someone being killed. I do not know of anyone who does not admire and like Sgt. Buckner. When it comes to playing baseball, Sgt. could care less if he wins or looses. He plays baseball for the fun of it.”
Duke asked, “What about the others on the team?”
“I don’t know much about the other team members. I should not tell you this, but I believe that it is true. Having played baseball helped me to be approved or accepted to go to the police academy. From what I have heard that it was a factor in you’re being hired for your job. The Chief of Police is always looking for individuals to play on the baseball team. He is a big baseball fan and used to be a pitcher on the team during his younger years
“Maurice, do you think that we should get exercise to stay in shape and get in a little more practice for tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?” “We both have a bat and two balls. Is it batters up time?” Maurice did not answer, but move so they could give head to each other. With sucking, licking, and stroking they got each other hard within in minutes. They leisurely administered head, sucked each other’s balls and caused each other to reach a high state of lust and ecstasy. Time became irrelevant. They had one purpose or goal in mind and that was to cause each other to enjoy the pleasures only obtained by having oral sex. They changed positions a few times, and while they were changing they took time to kiss each other and suck and lick each other’s nipples and balls as well as playing with each others buns and anuses. Maurice was the first to reach his glorious, gratifying orgasm. Duke lay back and relaxed while Maurice brought him to the point of his satisfying ejaculation. Maurice rose up his head, and said, “God! That bat of yours really knows how to shoot off. I could hardly swallow fast enough to keep up with it." Duke replied, “Man. Yours really let go a load of cum. I sure like swing and to suck on your bat and reap its rewards.”
“Same here Buddy! We are starting this baseball season off right. If we are careful and not get caught, we can continue to have sex like this the whole season. There is nothing like the way the two of us are keeping in shape and having a lot of necessary practice sessions
The End.
Kevin
unoponcho
Two Gay Members of The Police Department’s Baseball Team – Batter Up!
By Kevin – unoponcho
All of Duke’s life he had wanted to be a policeman. After he graduated from high school he applied to go to the police academy. He was turned down, but was told to reapply when he reached twenty-one. However, he was hired by the Chief of Police to work in the personnel office. He did not understand why because he had no background or training that would qualify him for that job. During the interview the Chief of Police had noticed on his resume that Duke had played baseball while he was in high school. The Chief of Police made a comment on the fact, but Duke let it pass as just an observation on the Chief’s part.
Duke had been on the job for almost a month. He was quick to catch on to what his job was and really liked what he was doing. It was a challenging and interesting job that he was doing well, and each day was being given additional responsibilities.
One day Sgt. Ray Buckner asked Duke to have lunch with him. During lunch the Sgt. explained that he was in charge of forming a baseball team composed of employees of the City Police Department. The Sgt. quizzed Duke as to the position he played on his high school team. Duke told him that he had played every position with the exception of pitcher and catcher. The Sgt. invited Duke to come for tryouts for the team scheduled for one o’clock on Saturday at the city baseball field. Duke went for the tryouts and was put on the team. He was pleased that he was chosen to be on the team, but he also realized that only eleven people showed up for the tryouts and the baseball team consisted of ten players. He also knew by just having his nineteenth birthday that he was the youngest member of the team. The team member closest to his age was Maurice, a new member on the police force, who would soon be twenty-two years old. During the tryouts Maurice and Duke soon sized each other up and they both knew that each of them were gay and very attracted to each other.
As it turned out Sgt. Buckner was both the catcher and coach of the team. Officer Lynn Rucker was the pitcher and had been pitcher for the team for a number of years as well as the officers who were first base, the two short stops, and center field. Maurice was second baseman and Duke was third baseman. The police officers that played left and right field and the alternate were new and had never played on the team before.
Their first practice was the following afternoon, which was a Sunday. They were issued their baseball uniforms while in the locker room. While changing into their uniforms, Maurice and Duke’s lockers were next to each other. They were able to get a quick glimpse of each other’s nude bodies, and both had to discreetly and hurriedly put on their jockey straps to cover their erections before anyone else saw them. With both of them getting an erection confirmed their suspicions that they both were gay. They knew that they had to be careful and never let any of the other team members know that they were homosexuals or they would be teased and harassed or perhaps even loose their jobs.
After practice they had a chance to talk to each other briefly for the first time, but other teammates were near by and they had to be careful what they said to each other. When they got to the locker room they took their time in getting undressed, and let the other team members take their showers first. By the time they finished taking their showers everyone else had gotten dressed and left. The Sgt. had told them to be sure the locker room door was locked before they left. Maurice and Duke dried off and put their towels around their waist before returning to their lockers. They removed their towels while they stood looking into each other’s eyes and knew what each other were thinking. Without saying a word Maurice threw his towel over his shoulder and walked over to the door and latched it shut so no one could come in. When he returned he was stroking on his cock, and so was Duke. Maurice spread out his towel on the floor in front of Duke and dropped to his knees and began sucking on Duke’s growing member. Maurice sucked and deep throated Duke’s cock until Duke shot off deposing his cum into Maurice’s mouth and throat.
Then Maurice lay down on his back on the bench. Duke straddled the bench in between Maurice’s legs and gave him a blowjob.
They stood up and Maurice said, “That was nice.”
Duke said, “It sure was.”
They slapped each other on their bare butts, got dressed, and put their uniforms in a bag to take with them so that they could be laundered. As they were leaving they told each other that they would see each other at the practice on Wednesday afternoon.
Wednesday, Duke got to the locker room before Maurice and was putting on his uniform when Maurice arrived. Even though there was an empty locker beside Duke, Maurice went to the far end of the lockers and began to change clothes. He and Duke nodded and smiled at each other. Duke knew that Maurice was purposely trying to not give the other members of the team any ideas about he and Maurice’s brief sexual encounter.
After practice Sgt. announced that they were to play their first game the coming Saturday morning in Ashville that was a city about seventy miles from them. They were going to play the City of Ashville Police Department’s baseball team. It was to be a practice for both teams before the baseball season began. It was to be the better of two out of three games. The second game would be Saturday afternoon. If the third game needed to be played it would be Sunday morning and they would spend Saturday night in Ashville in a motel. Otherwise they would return home Saturday evening after the second game. They were all to meet at the baseball field by eight o’clock Saturday morning and were going to Ashville in two of the city vans.
Once again Duke and Maurice were the last to take their showers, and exchanged blowjobs after everyone else had left.
As they were leaving to go to their cars, Maurice said, “We will be roommates in the motel Saturday night. Right?”
Duke said, “You bet. I can hardly wait.”
As they were driving to Ashville Saturday morning Maurice and Duke were riding in the back seat of one of the vans. This was the first time that they had had a chance to talk. They told each other about some of their past and about the jobs that they were presently doing. Duke expressed his desire to become a police officer in the future. Everyone in the van was talking and Maurice knew that no one could see what was going on in the back seat. He had reached over and slipped his hand down Duke’s pants and began playing with his cock. Duke in turn began to do the same thing to Maurice. They continued to talk as if nothing was going on between them. When they arrived at the baseball field in Ashville, both of them had erections that they hid behind the bags that they were carrying containing their uniforms.They lost their first game to Ashville. During lunch Sgt. gave them a pep talk.
After he had finished, Duke looked at Maurice and said, “We are not going to let them beat us are we?” Duke smiled at Maurice, and said, “No way man. The stakes are too high.” During the second game Duke who stepped up to bat with the three bases loaded and hit a homerun. Later on Maurice hit a homerun with two on bases. Due to some excellent plays on Duke and Maurice’s part the final score was seven to four. When they checked into the motel, Maurice and Duke were assigned to the same room, but Sgt. also assigned Officer Lynn Rucker, the pitcher, to share their room. Maurice and Duke’s plans to spend the night together alone was squelched. After they all went out together for dinner, and returned to their rooms, Lynn made a phone call. When he finished talking he told Maurice and Duke that his brother and sister-in-law lived in Ashville and had invited him to come and spend the night with them. He made a phone call to Sgt.’s room and told the Sgt. that he was going to spend the night with his brother and would be back in time for breakfast. The Sgt. told him to take one of the vans.
As soon as Lynn got his bag and left, Maurice and Duke were practically ripping their clothes off. Maurice dug into his bag and threw several condoms and lube onto the bed.
As Duke was getting onto the bed, he asked, “Are those condoms for me or for you?” Maurice turned out the lights, jumped up on the bed, and said, “Hopefully, they are for you. I want you to fuck me with that big joystick of yours.” Duke said, “My joystick was hoping that that was what you had in mind.”
Maurice laid down on his stomach next to Duke. He moved up close and raised up putting his arm around Duke, and said, “It is about seven o’clock. We have three hours before we need to turn in and go to sleep. I have wanted to make love to you. Would you mind if I kissed you?”
Duke put his arms around Maurice’s neck, pulled him down, and began kissing Maurice. Maurice moved over on top of Duke and returned Duke’s kisses. Their erections were trapped between their bodies and both were oozing precum like crazy. They were rubbing their bodies together while they were kissing each other. They had changed positions several times before ending back with Maurice on top of Duke. While still kissing, Maurice managed to put lube up his anus. Then he rose up straddling Duke’s legs and put a condom on Duke’s cock. He then scooted back up and leaned over and started kissing Duke again before he reached back and put Duke’s cock into his anus. Maurice began rocking back and forth on Duke’s cock while he was passionately kissing him. Duke was also fucking Maurice the best he could in that position.
After a good length of time, Maurice rose up and asked Duke, “How many times do you think you can shoot off tonight?”
“I don’t know. Maybe twice.”
Maurice said, “I want you to fuck me until we both shoot off. Then I want to suck you off and you cum in my mouth as many times as you can. All right?”
“Maurice, unless you slow down I am going to cum real soon.”
“Do you want to switch positions?” “Not necessarily. This feels fucking great.” Duke replied.
Maurice reached down and stroked his own cock a couple of times and held onto it as he leaned over and started kissing Duke again before he increased his rocking back and forth movement. Duke also increased his rhythm of fucking Maurice’s butt. A short time later Duke was trying to tell Maurice that he was about to climax, but was muffled by Maurice’s sticking his tongue into Duke’s mouth. Maurice was also mumbling something indicating that he was also near climaxing. Duke raised his hips up shoving his cock as far up Maurice’s anus as he could and began shooting off. He could feel Maurice’s warm juicy cum hitting him on his stomach at the same time.
Maurice moved his legs down inside Duke’s and his full weight was on top of him and his cock was still inside Maurice’s rectum. Maurice pulled his cum covered hand out between their two bodies. He and Duke shared licking and cleaning Maurice’s cum off of his hand. They kissed each other and relaxed without moving for a good length of time until Duke’s semi-hard slipped out of Maurice.
Maurice got off of Duke. He removed the used condom off of Duke before getting off of the bed and going into the bathroom where he disposed of the condom and got a damp towel that he brought back to the bed to clean his cum off of Duke’s stomach and off of himself.
He lay down beside Duke, and said, “Let’s talk about the homeruns that we hit this afternoon. Was it just luck that you hit that homerun with the bases loaded?” Duke reached over and put his arm over Maurice’s chest, and said, “Perhaps luck had something to do with it. When I stepped up to bat, I told myself that I either was going to kit a homerun or that we would not have sex tonight. When I swung at the ball I was thinking about us deep throating each other at the same time.”
“You’re kidding me. I was thinking the same thing when I hit my homerun. Maybe we have discovered a secret how to improve our playing baseball. After we get through tonight those guys on the Ashville team don’t stand a chance tomorrow Duke asked, “What do you know about Lynn?”
“If you are asking about him personally, if there is anyone on the team that does not care for gays, it would be Lynn. He has been called down several times in using uncalled force in confrontations with gays. Now if you are talking about his pitching, he has been playing baseball for fifteen years. The rumors are that this will be his last season that he will play baseball. For a thirty-nine year old man he is in excellent shape, but does not have the coordination that he had when younger. I have experienced being a pitcher and there are pressures at times. If a pitcher has a good team to back him up and if someone hits a fly or ground ball and the pitcher knows that his team members can handle the ball then it relieves a lot of the pressure. Our team is new and Lynn has no reason to have confidence in us as yet.”
“Is Lynn married
“God yes. His wife is a legal assistant for a law firm. She is a beautiful woman, as smart as they come, and makes almost twice the salary that Lynn makes. They have four children with the oldest being a sixteen year old son
“What about Sgt. Buckner?”
“Would you believe that Sgt. is forty-five years old? Other than having some weight problems, he is in excellent shape and probably has more endurance than you and I have put together. Sgt. is an easygoing fellow who gets along with everyone except unless he is married. He has been married three or four times. None of his ex-wives could put up with him being a policeman. Sgt. has risked his own life a number of times to prevent someone being killed. I do not know of anyone who does not admire and like Sgt. Buckner. When it comes to playing baseball, Sgt. could care less if he wins or looses. He plays baseball for the fun of it.”
Duke asked, “What about the others on the team?”
“I don’t know much about the other team members. I should not tell you this, but I believe that it is true. Having played baseball helped me to be approved or accepted to go to the police academy. From what I have heard that it was a factor in you’re being hired for your job. The Chief of Police is always looking for individuals to play on the baseball team. He is a big baseball fan and used to be a pitcher on the team during his younger years
“Maurice, do you think that we should get exercise to stay in shape and get in a little more practice for tomorrow?”
“What do you mean?” “We both have a bat and two balls. Is it batters up time?” Maurice did not answer, but move so they could give head to each other. With sucking, licking, and stroking they got each other hard within in minutes. They leisurely administered head, sucked each other’s balls and caused each other to reach a high state of lust and ecstasy. Time became irrelevant. They had one purpose or goal in mind and that was to cause each other to enjoy the pleasures only obtained by having oral sex. They changed positions a few times, and while they were changing they took time to kiss each other and suck and lick each other’s nipples and balls as well as playing with each others buns and anuses. Maurice was the first to reach his glorious, gratifying orgasm. Duke lay back and relaxed while Maurice brought him to the point of his satisfying ejaculation. Maurice rose up his head, and said, “God! That bat of yours really knows how to shoot off. I could hardly swallow fast enough to keep up with it." Duke replied, “Man. Yours really let go a load of cum. I sure like swing and to suck on your bat and reap its rewards.”
“Same here Buddy! We are starting this baseball season off right. If we are careful and not get caught, we can continue to have sex like this the whole season. There is nothing like the way the two of us are keeping in shape and having a lot of necessary practice sessions
The End.
Kevin
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Re: Two Gay Members of The Police Department’s Baseball Team – Batter Up!
Another great story, Kevin,
There is certainly something about a man in a uniform, isn't there?
Really interesting characters.
Andy
Another great story, Kevin,
There is certainly something about a man in a uniform, isn't there?
Really interesting characters.
Andy
Two Gays Surviving Deer Hunting Trip With Straights
During deer hunting season each fall the owner of the company where Tony and Alvin worked would select six employees to go deer hunting with him. Mr. Wallace, the owner, had a large acreage of property where there were a lot of deer and other wildlife. There was a hunting lodge on the property where he and his weekend hunting guest would spend the nights. For most of the employees, to be invited was a real honor.
Both Tony and Alvin were among the six employees who had been invited. They had not worked for the company very long and did not know each other. They both were twenty-two years old. Tony and Alvin worked in opposite ends of a huge warehouse. Sometimes during their work hours when it was hot, they removed their shirts and wore cut off bluejeans, boots, gloves, and hard hats. Occasionally they had gotten glimpses of each other and found each other extremely attractive. Both had suspicions or at least hoped that the other one was gay.
Tony had spent two years in the Army and had learned to fire a rifle during basic training where he earned a Sharpshooter metal. Alvin had been in the Marines for six months before he had an accident where he was injured and was discharged for medical reasons. He had also been trained to use firearms. After Alvin got out of the Marines he went to college for a year, but had to drop out because of lack of finances.
Neither of them enjoyed hunting even though they both like the out of doors. They could not turn down the invitation because they knew Mr. Wallace well enough that he would be offended and hold it against them preventing any hopes for advancements or salary increases in the future.
Mr. Wallace was in his late fifties. He was a large robust, loud, foul mouth, obnoxious, macho man. He never came out and said anything directly against homosexuals, but he had dropped enough hints that everyone knew that he did not approve of gays and their lifestyles.
The other four male employees were in their middle forties to middle fifties. They had been with the company for a number of years and had been Mr. Wallace hunting guest several times in the past. The older men were all very excited by having the opportunity and hopes to shoot a large buck. They were also the macho, bull shooting kind of individuals who were out of shape and with beer bellies and redneck attitudes.
On a Thursday afternoon after they got off of work prior to leaving Friday on their hunting trip, Mr. Wallace had a meeting with his invited guest and went over the plans for the weekend. All of them were to be ready to take off after lunch on Friday and drive for approximately two and half hours to get to the hunting lodge. They were going to go in one of the company’s vans. They were going to hunt early Saturday morning, and then Saturday evening, and again early Sunday morning before returning home Sunday afternoon.
While loading up the van Friday, Tony and Alvin looked at each other. The expressions on their faces revealed that neither one of them was happy about going. Tony shook his head and smiled at Alvin. They did not have to say anything. They knew what each other were thinking even though they still did not know each other very well. Hank and Edgar where two of the older men and they had brought their own rifles and ammunition in preference to using one of the many rifles that Mr. Wallace was making available for the guest to use. Bob and Raymond were the other two older men and they had brought a large ice chest full of beer along with several spare cartons. Mr. Wallace had already packed the food and had two other ice chests with soft drinks and perishable food. Everyone had brought his own bedrolls and clothes. When they got into the van Alvin set up front with Mr. Wallace who was driving. Hank and Edgar set together and so did Bob and Raymond. Tony set in the far back seat by himself.
As soon as they took off the bullshit started. Each of the older men began talking about their previous deer hunting experiences and comparing notes as to how many deer each of them had killed and the largest buck with the largest antlers. They were barely out of the city limits when Bob opened the ice chest and passed out beers to everyone without even asking if everyone wanted a beer. He just assumed that since he liked to drink beer that everyone else did.
During the two and half hour drive there was a continuous conversation between the five older men who were drinking one beer after another. Tony and Alvin could not get a word in edgewise even if they wanted to. After they exhausted the topic of their deer hunting experiences, they talked about football and other subjects before they started talking about their sexual experiences with women. Mr. Wallace told them that he had been married three times and had recently divorced and was shacking up with some slut at the present time who wanted to have sex to the extent that she was wearing him out, and he needed this weekend for a break.
Tony became bored with all of the bullshit and fell asleep several times. Alvin was not as fortunate and set quietly in his seat next to Mr. Wallace and had to endure the loud talking and laughing that went on.
When they got to the hunting lodge, both Alvin and Tony were disappointed. The lodge was not what they expected. The lodge was very old and rundown. It needed a lot of repairs and had been neglected for many years. The inside of the lodge had three small bedrooms, bathroom, large den/dining room and kitchen combined. There was no sofas or chairs in the den area but was filled with six or seven beds that had old mattresses without any linens. The dining room had a large old table and eight straight back wooded chairs that were wobbly and about to fall apart. The place was filthy with dust, left over beer cans, empty liquor bottles, and trash on the floors, dining table, and kitchen. The old fireplace was so full of ashes that there was no room to build a fire.
After they had unloaded the van, Mr. Wallace said, “Welcome to my home away from home. Boys make your selves comfortable. I’m going to bunk down in the back bedroom. The rest of you find a bed and relax. I will fix our supper in about an hour.”
Bob and Raymond took their bedrolls, bags and beers into one of the bedrooms and Edgar and Hank moved their things into the other bedroom.
Alvin looked at Tony, and said, “Can you believe this shit? What in the hell am I doing here?”
Tony said, “I have asked my self the same question. Just look at this place. I believe there is an eighth of an inch of dust on these mattresses. I’ll take that bed on the far side of the den, if you will help me flip the mattress. You pick out the bed you want and I will help you flip your mattress.”
After they had flipped the mattresses and put their things on the their beds, Tony set down on Alvin’s bed beside him, and said, “I think we need to talk. We have established that neither of us wants to be here. Perhaps if you and I team up that we will be able to survive this weekend.”
“Tony, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. If my gaydar is working properly, I believe that you are as gay as I am. Am I getting the correct reading?”
“I don’t know how gay you are Alvin, but I’m not out to just everyone. You know how Mr. Wallace feels about gays. If he knew that either one of us were gay he may not fire us, but he would make our lives miserable so we would be forced to quite.”
“Yeah, I know. He is prejudice and opinionated about a lot of things. I should not say this but I can not stand the bastard.” Alvin replied.
“You are not by yourself. Now, I suggest that we try to clean this place up some so that it is not a rat’s nest.” Tony replied.
Tony and Alvin spent almost an hour picking up trash and cleaning up. Mr. Wallace came in and saw what Tony and Alvin had done.
He said, “Boys, you are wasting your fucking time. It will just get dirty again.”
Mr. Wallace began preparing the supper. It was already getting chilly since the sun was beginning to go down. Tony and Alvin cleaned out the fireplace and went out side and brought in wood and started a fire.
Mr. Wallace announced to everyone to come to the table for supper. Tony and Alvin were not very surprised by what Mr. Wallace had prepared. He had opened two cans of Spam, Pork n’ Beans, and corn and had set the cans on the table. He had put two large packages of potato chips, a loaf of bread, package of Saltine crackers, beers, along with paper plates, napkins and plastic forks on the table. He seemed so proud of himself for fixing what he considered a wonderful meal.
After everyone had finished eating, Mr. Wallace told them that he was going to get out the rifles and ammunition so they could get ready to go hunting in the morning. Alvin and Tony cleared off the table as Mr. Wallace was putting the rifles and ammunition on the table. He asked everyone to select the rifle of their choice along with the ammunition and suggested that they load their rifles so they would be ready. He also put four bottles of whiskey on the table and told everyone that there probably would be frost on the ground when they got up and the whiskey would help keep them warm while they were in the deer stands. Then he broke the unwanted news to Alvin and Tony that he was going to set his alarm clock for 3:00AM so they could have breakfast before going to the deer stands a couple of hours before sunup. He suggested that everyone turn in early so they would be ready for the big hunt.
Everyone went to their rooms and got their things ready. Alvin and Tony got out their thermo underwear, the clothes, socks, boots, coats, and toboggan caps that they were going to wear. They turned out the lights, got undressed, got into their bedrolls, and told each other good night. They had been in bed for ten or so minutes and everything was quiet.
Tony softly asked, “Alvin, are you asleep?”
Alvin replied, “No.”
“Would you like some company?”
“Sure. Bring that cute ass of yours and come on over.”
Tony got up and got inside Alvin’s bedroll with him. As soon as they lay down next to each other using their hands they began to examine each other’s erections. They jacked on each other’s cocks being careful to not make any noise or speak to each other for fear of being overheard. Several times each of them were getting close to having climaxes and they would stop each other for a short time. After stimulating one another by jacking and playing with each other’s cocks and balls for some time, they moved into a sixty-nine position and took their time in giving each other a blowjob. After both had ejaculated they whispered to each other that they wanted to fuck one another. They agreed that before the weekend was over that they would have anal sex as well as having oral sex again. Tony got up and went back to his bed, and both fell asleep.
As Mr. Wallace had told them, his alarm clock went off at 3:00AM. Mr. Wallace came in and went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on the stove. He woke everyone up before he returned to his room to finish getting dressed.
After everyone had coffee and donuts and/or rolls they left the lodge headed to the deer stands. Mr. Wallace led them to the first one where he left Alvin and Tony. The rest of the group went off to different stands to some other unknown areas.
Alvin and Tony took their rifles and climbed up into the stand, which was a small cubical with windows on stilts about sixteen to eighteen feet off of the ground. The cubical was approximately 6 ½ x 6 ½ x 6 ½ feet. It was very quiet, still dark and a heavy frost outside. They leaned their rifles against the wall and set down on the floor waiting for the sun to come up.
Tony asked Alvin, “Are you as cold as I am?”
“I don’t know but my teeth or chattering?”
Tony moved so that Alvin was setting between his legs. He put his arms around Alvin and held him close. In a few minutes he told Alvin that his hands were cold and asked him if he would warm them up. Before Alvin could say anything Tony put his hands down the inside of Alvin’s pants and thermo underwear. He did not touch Alvin’s cock or balls until his hands got warmer. Then he started to play with Alvin’s cock getting it rock hard. Alvin did not protest until he was nearing an ejaculation, and he made Tony stop and switch places with him. Alvin played with Tony’s hard cock until the sun had come up just enough so they could see. They glanced out of the small window and saw a beautiful buck. They grabbed their rifles, stuck them through the small window, looked through the telescopes, and took aim. The buck was grazing on the grass in a field and occasionally would look up and look around. The big buck looked at the stand several times and was in range and position to be shot.
Alvin whispered to Tony, “Why don’t you shoot?”
Tony replied, “Why don’t you shoot?”
Alvin replied, “There is no way that I’m not going to kill a beautiful animal like that.”
Tony said, “Me neither. Screw Mr. Wallace and the other yokels. Why are we here freezing our butts off? Let’s get off of this thing and go back to the lodge. They will never know.”
As they were walking back to the lodge, Alvin said, “I just don’t know why men think that it is just a great sport in hunting like this. All year Mr. Wallace feeds the deer in that field as well and putting out salt licks. The deer are used to coming there to eat. It’s not like walking through the woods hunting. They set up in those deer stands waiting for the deer to come to them to be slaughter. What’s the big fucking thrill? I just don’t get it.”
“Neither do I. When that buck looked up at me and I could see his beautiful sad eyes there was no way that I could have pulled that trigger.” Tony replied.
When they got to the lodge an set down their rifles, took off their coats, Alvin went into the kitchen and turned the fire on to warm up the coffee. Tony started a fire in the fireplace. He pulled a mattress off of the bed and put it front of the fireplace. Alvin brought in two mugs of hot coffee and donuts. He set down on the mattress. Tony pitched a couple condoms and a tube of KY down on the mattress, and set down beside Alvin.
Alvin handed Tony his mug of coffee, smiled, and said, “I can see what you have on your mind.”
Tony put his arm around Alvin’s shoulder, and said, “Don’t tell me that you have any objections. From the way your big beautiful cock felt an hour ago I know that you are as hot and horny as I am.”
Alvin said, “Your cock felt pretty hard and ready for some action too. I guess that we have at least two hours before they come back. I want your cock up my ass. Will that give us enough time?”
“Time enough for each of us to shoot off at least one load.”
Alvin said, “Finish up your coffee while I lock the front door just in case some of them return earlier than expected.”
Alvin locked the door and came back standing in front of Tony who was still sitting on the mattress. He started doing a seductive strip tease. Tony quickly finished his coffee and set the mug down while watching Alvin remove his clothes. After Alvin was nude Tony reached over taking a hold of Alvin’s semi-hard and began stroking it before he took it into his mouth. When he had gotten Alvin fully aroused, he got up and took off his clothes, while Alvin beat on his meat and watch him get undressed. They fell on the mattress and began giving head to each other until both were nearing a climax. Tony took the lead and prepared Alvin’s anus to be fucked. Tony fucked Alvin in several different positions before he shot off. Alvin in turn fucked Tony until he also had a gratifying ejaculation.
They had just finished disposing of their used condoms into the fire, dressed, put the mattress back on the bed and had unlocked the door when the five older men returned from their hunt. According to them no one spotted a deer during the morning. Judging by the smell of whiskey on their breaths they wondered if they had seen a deer if they could have shot it. Alvin and Tony never told them about the buck that they had seen and could have easily have shot.
The older men started drinking beer before lunch. For lunch they had sandwiches. After lunch everyone took a nap for an hour or so before they all went back to their deer stands in hopes of seeing and killing a deer before the sun went down.
Alvin and Tony spent close to an hour in their deer stand. They entertained themselves by playing and sucking each other’s dicks. They had agreed that they were not going to climax until they went to bed that night.
They returned to the lodge before the others. Alvin started a fire in the fireplace while Tony looked in the kitchen cabinets and found a canned ham, three cans of green beans, and some instant potatoes. He and Alvin had taken their showers, and had prepared a hot supper that waiting for the macho deer hunter’s when they returned. They had sliced hot ham, a green bean casserole with crackers and cheese, potatoes, and a tossed salad. Mr. Wallace and the other older men were very appreciative for the hot meal rather than having the anticipated cold Spam, beans and corn.
While Tony was looking in the kitchen cabinets to see what food was available for supper, he found four used candles. He washed out four empty cans and took them with the candles and put them along with a canteen of water with the things that he was going to take with him hunting the next morning.
After supper the older men set around the table drinking beer and bull shooting while Alvin and Tony cleared the table and got their clothes together to go hunting again early Sunday morning. The older men finished their beers and went to their bedrooms to go to bed.
Alvin and Tony got into their beds and waited sufficient time to be sure that the older guys were asleep. Tony joined Alvin in his bed and they began to stroke each other’s cocks until both were fully aroused. Tony gave head and rimmed Alvin’s asshole before he fucked him and had a climax. Tony was sucking on Alvin’s dick when hearing Mr. Wallace coming down the hall surprised them. Alvin quickly covered both of them up with his bedroll and they lay perfectly still. Mr. Wallace went into the kitchen and got a class of water. He undoubtedly did not see or detect that the two of them were in bed together having sex.
After Mr. Wallace had returned to his bedroom, Tony continued to give head to Alvin for some time. Alvin put on a condom and then fucked Tony until he had also reached a climax. Tony got out of Alvin’s bed and disposed of the used condoms in the hot coals in the fireplace before getting back into his own bed.
Unbeknownst to Alvin and Tony Mr. Wallace set his alarm clock for 4:00AM instead of 3:00AM. This gave them a welcomed extra hour of sleep. They all got up and had coffee and donuts or rolls before going to the deer stands.
It was not as cold as it was the previous morning, but there was some frost it was very chilly. When Alvin and Tony got into their deer stand, Tony used a trick that he had learned from previous outings. He took the four cans that he had brought with him and lit a candle and dripped wax into the bottom of the can and adhere the candle to the inside of the can. He poured a small amount of water from his canteen into the bottom of the can to prevent the candle from catching anything on fire. He did this to all four candles before lighting them and placing them on the floor of the deer stand. Alvin was amazed by how much heat that the candles caused that took the chill out of the deer stand.
When Tony had finished with his candle project he stood in front of Alvin and began to grope Alvin’s crotch getting Alvin fully erect. Tony then unbuttoned and zipped down Alvin’s pants letting them fall down his legs. He pulled Alvin’s thermo underwear down and began to stroke on his cock. Alvin undid Tony’s pants and also pulled his underwear down just enough to expose his cock. They stood facing each other jacking on each other’s cocks. The inside of the deer stand was getting warmer.
They unzipped their coats and unbuttoned their shirts exposing their naked chest. Tony put his arms around Alvin and pulled him up close so their naked torsos were rubbing against each other. Tony slipped his cock between Alvin’s upper thighs and began slow fucking motions. Tony’s own precum was lubricating is cock and inside of Alvin’s legs. He kept on fucking Alvin’s legs and rubbing his body and chest against Alvin’s until he reached an ejaculation shooting his cum out the foreside of Alvin’s legs and in between his legs.
After Tony had finished ejaculating he used his fingers and retrieved as much of his cum as he could from the inside of Alvin’s legs and applied it between his own upper thighs before having Alvin fuck him in a similar manner. Alvin got so caught up in his sexual act that he could not reframe from kissing Tony while he was fucking Tony’s legs. Tony added to Alvin’s pleasure that he was experiencing by lightly pinching Alvin’s sensitive and erect nipples. Alvin had a climax unlike he had had in several years while kissing, having his nipples pinched, holding onto Tony’s muscular buttocks, and fucking him in between his legs.
By the time they had finished having sex the sun was coming up. They pulled up their underwear and pants and got dressed. They looked down on the floor and were amused to see all of their cum on the floor. They looked out side and were rather relieved that there were no deer in sight.
They sat down on the floor facing each other and started talking. Before they left the deer stand they had agreed that when they got back home that Tony was going to spend the night with Alvin and they were going to continue to have sex with each other in the future. They also decided that both of them were going to start looking for another job where their boss and fellow co-workers would be more considerate and accepting of gays. Both of them were glad that they had come on the hunting trip if for no other reason than it gave them an opportunity to meet each other, and perhaps starting a lasting friendship and relationship
Kevin announced a short break from writing after posting this story but if you check out his posts, you will find that he was back again with yet more steamy stories.
Two Gays Surviving Deer Hunting Trip With Straights
By Kevin – unoponcho
By Kevin – unoponcho
During deer hunting season each fall the owner of the company where Tony and Alvin worked would select six employees to go deer hunting with him. Mr. Wallace, the owner, had a large acreage of property where there were a lot of deer and other wildlife. There was a hunting lodge on the property where he and his weekend hunting guest would spend the nights. For most of the employees, to be invited was a real honor.
Both Tony and Alvin were among the six employees who had been invited. They had not worked for the company very long and did not know each other. They both were twenty-two years old. Tony and Alvin worked in opposite ends of a huge warehouse. Sometimes during their work hours when it was hot, they removed their shirts and wore cut off bluejeans, boots, gloves, and hard hats. Occasionally they had gotten glimpses of each other and found each other extremely attractive. Both had suspicions or at least hoped that the other one was gay.
Tony had spent two years in the Army and had learned to fire a rifle during basic training where he earned a Sharpshooter metal. Alvin had been in the Marines for six months before he had an accident where he was injured and was discharged for medical reasons. He had also been trained to use firearms. After Alvin got out of the Marines he went to college for a year, but had to drop out because of lack of finances.
Neither of them enjoyed hunting even though they both like the out of doors. They could not turn down the invitation because they knew Mr. Wallace well enough that he would be offended and hold it against them preventing any hopes for advancements or salary increases in the future.
Mr. Wallace was in his late fifties. He was a large robust, loud, foul mouth, obnoxious, macho man. He never came out and said anything directly against homosexuals, but he had dropped enough hints that everyone knew that he did not approve of gays and their lifestyles.
The other four male employees were in their middle forties to middle fifties. They had been with the company for a number of years and had been Mr. Wallace hunting guest several times in the past. The older men were all very excited by having the opportunity and hopes to shoot a large buck. They were also the macho, bull shooting kind of individuals who were out of shape and with beer bellies and redneck attitudes.
On a Thursday afternoon after they got off of work prior to leaving Friday on their hunting trip, Mr. Wallace had a meeting with his invited guest and went over the plans for the weekend. All of them were to be ready to take off after lunch on Friday and drive for approximately two and half hours to get to the hunting lodge. They were going to go in one of the company’s vans. They were going to hunt early Saturday morning, and then Saturday evening, and again early Sunday morning before returning home Sunday afternoon.
While loading up the van Friday, Tony and Alvin looked at each other. The expressions on their faces revealed that neither one of them was happy about going. Tony shook his head and smiled at Alvin. They did not have to say anything. They knew what each other were thinking even though they still did not know each other very well. Hank and Edgar where two of the older men and they had brought their own rifles and ammunition in preference to using one of the many rifles that Mr. Wallace was making available for the guest to use. Bob and Raymond were the other two older men and they had brought a large ice chest full of beer along with several spare cartons. Mr. Wallace had already packed the food and had two other ice chests with soft drinks and perishable food. Everyone had brought his own bedrolls and clothes. When they got into the van Alvin set up front with Mr. Wallace who was driving. Hank and Edgar set together and so did Bob and Raymond. Tony set in the far back seat by himself.
As soon as they took off the bullshit started. Each of the older men began talking about their previous deer hunting experiences and comparing notes as to how many deer each of them had killed and the largest buck with the largest antlers. They were barely out of the city limits when Bob opened the ice chest and passed out beers to everyone without even asking if everyone wanted a beer. He just assumed that since he liked to drink beer that everyone else did.
During the two and half hour drive there was a continuous conversation between the five older men who were drinking one beer after another. Tony and Alvin could not get a word in edgewise even if they wanted to. After they exhausted the topic of their deer hunting experiences, they talked about football and other subjects before they started talking about their sexual experiences with women. Mr. Wallace told them that he had been married three times and had recently divorced and was shacking up with some slut at the present time who wanted to have sex to the extent that she was wearing him out, and he needed this weekend for a break.
Tony became bored with all of the bullshit and fell asleep several times. Alvin was not as fortunate and set quietly in his seat next to Mr. Wallace and had to endure the loud talking and laughing that went on.
When they got to the hunting lodge, both Alvin and Tony were disappointed. The lodge was not what they expected. The lodge was very old and rundown. It needed a lot of repairs and had been neglected for many years. The inside of the lodge had three small bedrooms, bathroom, large den/dining room and kitchen combined. There was no sofas or chairs in the den area but was filled with six or seven beds that had old mattresses without any linens. The dining room had a large old table and eight straight back wooded chairs that were wobbly and about to fall apart. The place was filthy with dust, left over beer cans, empty liquor bottles, and trash on the floors, dining table, and kitchen. The old fireplace was so full of ashes that there was no room to build a fire.
After they had unloaded the van, Mr. Wallace said, “Welcome to my home away from home. Boys make your selves comfortable. I’m going to bunk down in the back bedroom. The rest of you find a bed and relax. I will fix our supper in about an hour.”
Bob and Raymond took their bedrolls, bags and beers into one of the bedrooms and Edgar and Hank moved their things into the other bedroom.
Alvin looked at Tony, and said, “Can you believe this shit? What in the hell am I doing here?”
Tony said, “I have asked my self the same question. Just look at this place. I believe there is an eighth of an inch of dust on these mattresses. I’ll take that bed on the far side of the den, if you will help me flip the mattress. You pick out the bed you want and I will help you flip your mattress.”
After they had flipped the mattresses and put their things on the their beds, Tony set down on Alvin’s bed beside him, and said, “I think we need to talk. We have established that neither of us wants to be here. Perhaps if you and I team up that we will be able to survive this weekend.”
“Tony, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. If my gaydar is working properly, I believe that you are as gay as I am. Am I getting the correct reading?”
“I don’t know how gay you are Alvin, but I’m not out to just everyone. You know how Mr. Wallace feels about gays. If he knew that either one of us were gay he may not fire us, but he would make our lives miserable so we would be forced to quite.”
“Yeah, I know. He is prejudice and opinionated about a lot of things. I should not say this but I can not stand the bastard.” Alvin replied.
“You are not by yourself. Now, I suggest that we try to clean this place up some so that it is not a rat’s nest.” Tony replied.
Tony and Alvin spent almost an hour picking up trash and cleaning up. Mr. Wallace came in and saw what Tony and Alvin had done.
He said, “Boys, you are wasting your fucking time. It will just get dirty again.”
Mr. Wallace began preparing the supper. It was already getting chilly since the sun was beginning to go down. Tony and Alvin cleaned out the fireplace and went out side and brought in wood and started a fire.
Mr. Wallace announced to everyone to come to the table for supper. Tony and Alvin were not very surprised by what Mr. Wallace had prepared. He had opened two cans of Spam, Pork n’ Beans, and corn and had set the cans on the table. He had put two large packages of potato chips, a loaf of bread, package of Saltine crackers, beers, along with paper plates, napkins and plastic forks on the table. He seemed so proud of himself for fixing what he considered a wonderful meal.
After everyone had finished eating, Mr. Wallace told them that he was going to get out the rifles and ammunition so they could get ready to go hunting in the morning. Alvin and Tony cleared off the table as Mr. Wallace was putting the rifles and ammunition on the table. He asked everyone to select the rifle of their choice along with the ammunition and suggested that they load their rifles so they would be ready. He also put four bottles of whiskey on the table and told everyone that there probably would be frost on the ground when they got up and the whiskey would help keep them warm while they were in the deer stands. Then he broke the unwanted news to Alvin and Tony that he was going to set his alarm clock for 3:00AM so they could have breakfast before going to the deer stands a couple of hours before sunup. He suggested that everyone turn in early so they would be ready for the big hunt.
Everyone went to their rooms and got their things ready. Alvin and Tony got out their thermo underwear, the clothes, socks, boots, coats, and toboggan caps that they were going to wear. They turned out the lights, got undressed, got into their bedrolls, and told each other good night. They had been in bed for ten or so minutes and everything was quiet.
Tony softly asked, “Alvin, are you asleep?”
Alvin replied, “No.”
“Would you like some company?”
“Sure. Bring that cute ass of yours and come on over.”
Tony got up and got inside Alvin’s bedroll with him. As soon as they lay down next to each other using their hands they began to examine each other’s erections. They jacked on each other’s cocks being careful to not make any noise or speak to each other for fear of being overheard. Several times each of them were getting close to having climaxes and they would stop each other for a short time. After stimulating one another by jacking and playing with each other’s cocks and balls for some time, they moved into a sixty-nine position and took their time in giving each other a blowjob. After both had ejaculated they whispered to each other that they wanted to fuck one another. They agreed that before the weekend was over that they would have anal sex as well as having oral sex again. Tony got up and went back to his bed, and both fell asleep.
As Mr. Wallace had told them, his alarm clock went off at 3:00AM. Mr. Wallace came in and went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on the stove. He woke everyone up before he returned to his room to finish getting dressed.
After everyone had coffee and donuts and/or rolls they left the lodge headed to the deer stands. Mr. Wallace led them to the first one where he left Alvin and Tony. The rest of the group went off to different stands to some other unknown areas.
Alvin and Tony took their rifles and climbed up into the stand, which was a small cubical with windows on stilts about sixteen to eighteen feet off of the ground. The cubical was approximately 6 ½ x 6 ½ x 6 ½ feet. It was very quiet, still dark and a heavy frost outside. They leaned their rifles against the wall and set down on the floor waiting for the sun to come up.
Tony asked Alvin, “Are you as cold as I am?”
“I don’t know but my teeth or chattering?”
Tony moved so that Alvin was setting between his legs. He put his arms around Alvin and held him close. In a few minutes he told Alvin that his hands were cold and asked him if he would warm them up. Before Alvin could say anything Tony put his hands down the inside of Alvin’s pants and thermo underwear. He did not touch Alvin’s cock or balls until his hands got warmer. Then he started to play with Alvin’s cock getting it rock hard. Alvin did not protest until he was nearing an ejaculation, and he made Tony stop and switch places with him. Alvin played with Tony’s hard cock until the sun had come up just enough so they could see. They glanced out of the small window and saw a beautiful buck. They grabbed their rifles, stuck them through the small window, looked through the telescopes, and took aim. The buck was grazing on the grass in a field and occasionally would look up and look around. The big buck looked at the stand several times and was in range and position to be shot.
Alvin whispered to Tony, “Why don’t you shoot?”
Tony replied, “Why don’t you shoot?”
Alvin replied, “There is no way that I’m not going to kill a beautiful animal like that.”
Tony said, “Me neither. Screw Mr. Wallace and the other yokels. Why are we here freezing our butts off? Let’s get off of this thing and go back to the lodge. They will never know.”
As they were walking back to the lodge, Alvin said, “I just don’t know why men think that it is just a great sport in hunting like this. All year Mr. Wallace feeds the deer in that field as well and putting out salt licks. The deer are used to coming there to eat. It’s not like walking through the woods hunting. They set up in those deer stands waiting for the deer to come to them to be slaughter. What’s the big fucking thrill? I just don’t get it.”
“Neither do I. When that buck looked up at me and I could see his beautiful sad eyes there was no way that I could have pulled that trigger.” Tony replied.
When they got to the lodge an set down their rifles, took off their coats, Alvin went into the kitchen and turned the fire on to warm up the coffee. Tony started a fire in the fireplace. He pulled a mattress off of the bed and put it front of the fireplace. Alvin brought in two mugs of hot coffee and donuts. He set down on the mattress. Tony pitched a couple condoms and a tube of KY down on the mattress, and set down beside Alvin.
Alvin handed Tony his mug of coffee, smiled, and said, “I can see what you have on your mind.”
Tony put his arm around Alvin’s shoulder, and said, “Don’t tell me that you have any objections. From the way your big beautiful cock felt an hour ago I know that you are as hot and horny as I am.”
Alvin said, “Your cock felt pretty hard and ready for some action too. I guess that we have at least two hours before they come back. I want your cock up my ass. Will that give us enough time?”
“Time enough for each of us to shoot off at least one load.”
Alvin said, “Finish up your coffee while I lock the front door just in case some of them return earlier than expected.”
Alvin locked the door and came back standing in front of Tony who was still sitting on the mattress. He started doing a seductive strip tease. Tony quickly finished his coffee and set the mug down while watching Alvin remove his clothes. After Alvin was nude Tony reached over taking a hold of Alvin’s semi-hard and began stroking it before he took it into his mouth. When he had gotten Alvin fully aroused, he got up and took off his clothes, while Alvin beat on his meat and watch him get undressed. They fell on the mattress and began giving head to each other until both were nearing a climax. Tony took the lead and prepared Alvin’s anus to be fucked. Tony fucked Alvin in several different positions before he shot off. Alvin in turn fucked Tony until he also had a gratifying ejaculation.
They had just finished disposing of their used condoms into the fire, dressed, put the mattress back on the bed and had unlocked the door when the five older men returned from their hunt. According to them no one spotted a deer during the morning. Judging by the smell of whiskey on their breaths they wondered if they had seen a deer if they could have shot it. Alvin and Tony never told them about the buck that they had seen and could have easily have shot.
The older men started drinking beer before lunch. For lunch they had sandwiches. After lunch everyone took a nap for an hour or so before they all went back to their deer stands in hopes of seeing and killing a deer before the sun went down.
Alvin and Tony spent close to an hour in their deer stand. They entertained themselves by playing and sucking each other’s dicks. They had agreed that they were not going to climax until they went to bed that night.
They returned to the lodge before the others. Alvin started a fire in the fireplace while Tony looked in the kitchen cabinets and found a canned ham, three cans of green beans, and some instant potatoes. He and Alvin had taken their showers, and had prepared a hot supper that waiting for the macho deer hunter’s when they returned. They had sliced hot ham, a green bean casserole with crackers and cheese, potatoes, and a tossed salad. Mr. Wallace and the other older men were very appreciative for the hot meal rather than having the anticipated cold Spam, beans and corn.
While Tony was looking in the kitchen cabinets to see what food was available for supper, he found four used candles. He washed out four empty cans and took them with the candles and put them along with a canteen of water with the things that he was going to take with him hunting the next morning.
After supper the older men set around the table drinking beer and bull shooting while Alvin and Tony cleared the table and got their clothes together to go hunting again early Sunday morning. The older men finished their beers and went to their bedrooms to go to bed.
Alvin and Tony got into their beds and waited sufficient time to be sure that the older guys were asleep. Tony joined Alvin in his bed and they began to stroke each other’s cocks until both were fully aroused. Tony gave head and rimmed Alvin’s asshole before he fucked him and had a climax. Tony was sucking on Alvin’s dick when hearing Mr. Wallace coming down the hall surprised them. Alvin quickly covered both of them up with his bedroll and they lay perfectly still. Mr. Wallace went into the kitchen and got a class of water. He undoubtedly did not see or detect that the two of them were in bed together having sex.
After Mr. Wallace had returned to his bedroom, Tony continued to give head to Alvin for some time. Alvin put on a condom and then fucked Tony until he had also reached a climax. Tony got out of Alvin’s bed and disposed of the used condoms in the hot coals in the fireplace before getting back into his own bed.
Unbeknownst to Alvin and Tony Mr. Wallace set his alarm clock for 4:00AM instead of 3:00AM. This gave them a welcomed extra hour of sleep. They all got up and had coffee and donuts or rolls before going to the deer stands.
It was not as cold as it was the previous morning, but there was some frost it was very chilly. When Alvin and Tony got into their deer stand, Tony used a trick that he had learned from previous outings. He took the four cans that he had brought with him and lit a candle and dripped wax into the bottom of the can and adhere the candle to the inside of the can. He poured a small amount of water from his canteen into the bottom of the can to prevent the candle from catching anything on fire. He did this to all four candles before lighting them and placing them on the floor of the deer stand. Alvin was amazed by how much heat that the candles caused that took the chill out of the deer stand.
When Tony had finished with his candle project he stood in front of Alvin and began to grope Alvin’s crotch getting Alvin fully erect. Tony then unbuttoned and zipped down Alvin’s pants letting them fall down his legs. He pulled Alvin’s thermo underwear down and began to stroke on his cock. Alvin undid Tony’s pants and also pulled his underwear down just enough to expose his cock. They stood facing each other jacking on each other’s cocks. The inside of the deer stand was getting warmer.
They unzipped their coats and unbuttoned their shirts exposing their naked chest. Tony put his arms around Alvin and pulled him up close so their naked torsos were rubbing against each other. Tony slipped his cock between Alvin’s upper thighs and began slow fucking motions. Tony’s own precum was lubricating is cock and inside of Alvin’s legs. He kept on fucking Alvin’s legs and rubbing his body and chest against Alvin’s until he reached an ejaculation shooting his cum out the foreside of Alvin’s legs and in between his legs.
After Tony had finished ejaculating he used his fingers and retrieved as much of his cum as he could from the inside of Alvin’s legs and applied it between his own upper thighs before having Alvin fuck him in a similar manner. Alvin got so caught up in his sexual act that he could not reframe from kissing Tony while he was fucking Tony’s legs. Tony added to Alvin’s pleasure that he was experiencing by lightly pinching Alvin’s sensitive and erect nipples. Alvin had a climax unlike he had had in several years while kissing, having his nipples pinched, holding onto Tony’s muscular buttocks, and fucking him in between his legs.
By the time they had finished having sex the sun was coming up. They pulled up their underwear and pants and got dressed. They looked down on the floor and were amused to see all of their cum on the floor. They looked out side and were rather relieved that there were no deer in sight.
They sat down on the floor facing each other and started talking. Before they left the deer stand they had agreed that when they got back home that Tony was going to spend the night with Alvin and they were going to continue to have sex with each other in the future. They also decided that both of them were going to start looking for another job where their boss and fellow co-workers would be more considerate and accepting of gays. Both of them were glad that they had come on the hunting trip if for no other reason than it gave them an opportunity to meet each other, and perhaps starting a lasting friendship and relationship
The End
Kevin announced a short break from writing after posting this story but if you check out his posts, you will find that he was back again with yet more steamy stories.
iowagunns
Sailors Do It Better
Re: Two Gays Surviving Deer Hunting Trip With Straights
Awesome story.
Awesome story.
bianchi_andreas
Slut
Re: Two Gays Surviving Deer Hunting Trip With Straights
Kevin, another great tale as usual, filled with hot, sexy men doing hot, sexy stuff.
Please make this a very short leave of absence. It would be uncharacteristically naughty of you to deprive us of your delightful company for too long.
Andy
Kevin, another great tale as usual, filled with hot, sexy men doing hot, sexy stuff.
Please make this a very short leave of absence. It would be uncharacteristically naughty of you to deprive us of your delightful company for too long.
Andy
J
Jerkin_it18
Guest
Re: My Younger Brother’s Best Friend---College Family Weekend
OOOOOHHH YA!! You got me jerkin now!
OOOOOHHH YA!! You got me jerkin now!
harry113
JUB Addict
Re: Two Gay Members of The Police Department’s Baseball Team – Batter Up!
Wow Kevin, yet another HOT,HOT story. I don't know how you do it, but love your style of writing.
Thankyou yet again for the enjoyment!!!
Please keep them cumming!!
Harry
Wow Kevin, yet another HOT,HOT story. I don't know how you do it, but love your style of writing.
Thankyou yet again for the enjoyment!!!
Please keep them cumming!!
Harry
Re: My Younger Brother's Best Friend
Hi Guys!
Recently gayemtinpa responded to My Younger Brother’s Best Friend – College Family Weekend posted 3/6/05 which was a year ago. This story is a sequel to My Younger Brother’s Best Friend posted 12/15/04.
I have received a couple of PM’s from individuals who want to read My Younger Brother’s Best Friend, but could not find it in the archives. Per their request I am bumping the story back to the front page.
Kevin
unoponcho
Hi Guys!
Recently gayemtinpa responded to My Younger Brother’s Best Friend – College Family Weekend posted 3/6/05 which was a year ago. This story is a sequel to My Younger Brother’s Best Friend posted 12/15/04.
I have received a couple of PM’s from individuals who want to read My Younger Brother’s Best Friend, but could not find it in the archives. Per their request I am bumping the story back to the front page.
Kevin
unoponcho
Re: Two Gay Members of The Police Department’s Baseball Team – Batter Up!
Thank all you gentlemen for your responses.
Devin, I am blushing. Sports are not my forte. I have not played or watched a baseball game for many, many years. Back in the days when I did play we had a short stop between first and second base as well as a short stop between second and third base. Upon on doing some research I have learned that the game no longer has a short stop between first and second base. You are correct in that there are only nine players on a baseball team. So the tenth and eleventh players in my story must be the “bat boy” and the bench boy or possibly the cheerleader or maybe the mascot.
Kevin
unoponcho
Thank all you gentlemen for your responses.
Devin, I am blushing. Sports are not my forte. I have not played or watched a baseball game for many, many years. Back in the days when I did play we had a short stop between first and second base as well as a short stop between second and third base. Upon on doing some research I have learned that the game no longer has a short stop between first and second base. You are correct in that there are only nine players on a baseball team. So the tenth and eleventh players in my story must be the “bat boy” and the bench boy or possibly the cheerleader or maybe the mascot.
Kevin
unoponcho
Encounter While In Brazil
Encounter While In Brazil
By Kevin - unoponcho
Note: There is no way to determine how many have viewed or read my stories posted in the Collected Works of Unoponcho thread. I have edited and repost one of these stories. The original title was Sex Encounter While in Brazil.
The following edited and revised version is fiction, but loosely based on a true story. The sexual acts are not very descriptive and may be overshadowed perhaps the factual information concerning gemstones and the adventure.
Hopefully, this type of story might appeal to some readers. Comments and responses pro or con along with constructive criticism will be appreciated.
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time happens sometime, and it happened to me.
As a gemologist, I work for a U. S. company that sells colored cut gemstones that are imported from around the world. Some of the gemstones that we import come from Brazil and a few other countries in South America.
Brazil is one of the important gem-producing countries that produce aquamarines, emeralds (beryl), topaz, tourmalines, amethysts, citrines, smoky quartz, cat’s-eye chrysoberyls, andradite garnets, andalusites, brazilianites, kunzites, sapphires (corundum), and a few diamonds.
Being young, energetic, ambitious, loving the outdoors, and having a desire to see other countries, the company sent me to Brazil with two other gemologists to explorer and search for a new source of deposits of natural gemstones.
Nine of us went into the backcountry to hopefully find a new source of gemstones where future mining could be profitable for all concerned. The exploratory crew consisted of the three gemologists from the U. S. (myself included) who did not speak or understand Portuguese, a guide, a gemologist from Brazil, and four local men who acted as our porters. The porters (who only spoke Portuguese) assisted us by carrying the necessary gemological equipment, camping gear, and food. They cooked, took care of the camp, and did manual labor for us. Both the Brazilian gemologist and guide spoke English fluently, and served as interpreters.
After hiking for six days into the backcountry without seeing another human being, we set up a base camp for our explorations. The leader of the expedition was one of my fellow gemologists who was a couple years older than me. One of the safety rules that he established was that no one was to leave the camp unless they were accompanied by at least two other people.
I had no objections to his rule and thought it was an excellent precaution. We were in a territory and surroundings that we were not familiar. We had no maps and only the guide knew exactly where we were.
The second day at the base camp, two of the Brazilian helpers and I took off hiking in search of gemstone specimens. Not very far from camp we found a riverbed with a small stream of shallow water. I began to search the banks of the river and surrounding cliffs and I found several varieties of specimens. These specimens would have to be tested and identified when I returned to the base camp to determine if, in fact, they were gemstone materials. They appeared to be topaz, different colors of tourmalines, sapphires, and several varieties of quartz. The more I looked, the more I found, and by late afternoon my bag that I collected them in was more than half full and getting heavy.
It was getting late and the two helpers wanted to go back to the base camp to prepare dinner before it got dark. Using gestures, I told them to go on to camp without me and take my bag with them. I was thinking that if I found any more specimens before returning to camp that I could put them in the pockets of my pants.
I was standing near the river when I spotted some interesting materials in the water. I did not want to get my boots and clothes wet, so I took off everything except my jockey briefs. As I found interesting specimens, I took off my baseball cap and put them in it. I must have waded a quarter mile or so up the stream when six men in uniforms approached me. They were speaking Portuguese and I did not understand a word they were saying, but I assumed they were law enforcement officers of some kind.
One of the older officers who seemed to be in charge, approached me with his pistol drawn and pointed at me. I was so frighten that I dropped my baseball cap containing the specimens that I had collected and froze in my tracks. I could not imagine what I had done or why the officer was pointing his gun towards me. Two of the other officers, handcuff my hands behind my back and put shackles connected with a chain around my ankles.
Here I was out in the wilderness, with nothing on but my jockey briefs, my clothes and boots a good distance downstream, in the custody of law enforcement officers who didn’t speak my language, and the sun was going down.
The older officer who appeared to be in his fifties was in charge. He was short, fat, hairy, ugly, and his breath and body odor was terrible. He spoke into a two-way radio and then said to something to his men. Four of them promptly took their things and left, going back upstream, leaving only the commander and one officer.
I got the impression that the officers were looking for two or more U. S. caucasians who undoubtedly were in serious trouble with the law, and they thought I was one of the men for whom they were looking. I surmised that the other four officers had left to search for the other man or men.
They called the commander Pedro. The other officer that stayed behind was a very handsome man that was my age, and my gaydar was signaling to me that he was gay. He had been very quiet and did not have much to say, but he was always staring and smiling at me. His name was Carlos.
Pedro and Carlos got on each side of me and led me up an embankment and into the woods. Because of the shackles on my ankles and my being barefooted, we had to walk slowly. When we stopped, they sat me down on a log. Carlos started a small campfire and made coffee. When he was done, he sat down beside me and shared his sandwich and coffee. My arms were still handcuffed behind my back, so Carlos held the sandwich up for me to eat, and he carefully held the hot coffee cup so I could drink from it.
It was evident that Pedro did not appreciate the attention that Carlos was giving me. He said something to Carlos in Portuguese. Carlos got up and took a blanket out of his backpack and spread it out near the fire and lay down. I assumed that Pedro was going to stand guard for the first part of the night, and Carlos would relieve him for the remainder of the night.
Before long I need to urinate in the worst way. With some gesturing to Pedro somehow I communicated my necessity. He led me a few feet from the log that I had been setting on and got in back of me with his pistol pointed towards my head. He reached around with his other hand and removed my penis from my underwear and held it while I relieved myself. After I had finished, he started to fondle and stroking my penis trying to get me hard. I was determined that I was not going to get an erection. Just the odor from his breath and body was a complete turn off. I looked over at Carlos who had been pretending to be asleep, and was seeing what Pedro was doing to me.
Pedro pushed me back to the log still standing behind me with his pistol in one hand, and he unzipped his pants with his other hand. He made me bend over. He pulled down my shorts, and then he spit into his hand and wiped it on my asshole. I looked around just in time to see him spit again and put his spit on his cock. The enormity of his male endowment was due to the girth rather than length. With one hand he was grasping my nuts so hard that they were hurting. I started to loudly moan and he squeezed my testicles even harder. I realized that he was warning me to not make any noise. He then unmercifully shoved his thick cock into me and it felt like a coke can had invaded my hole. Because of the pain I wanted to scream but I dared not.
By having my arms secured behind my back and not being able to spread my feet apart, I was unable to keep my balance. He put his pistol in it holster, and put his arms around me to keep me from falling over. What seemed to be an eternity he savagely raped and fucked my ass for fifteen minutes or so before he shot off. My asshole felt like it had been ripped apart and may be bleeding. Something had been running down the inside of my leg and I did not know if it was his cum or my blood. When he had finished, he zipped up his pants, slapped me real hard on my butt, and said something in Portuguese. He pulled my briefs back up and had me to set down. He then walked over to the campfire where he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He kept looking at me with an evil smirk on his face.
It was not long before Pedro began to yawn, and he would nod off for a few minutes. I was hoping that he would fall asleep so I could escape, but I realized that I could not get very far with my hands handcuffed, and the short chain between my feet would only allowed me to take short steps. I also knew that Carlos was still awake. Pedro woke himself up when he started to snore. He got up and thought that he was waking Carlos up to stand guard, not realizing that Carlos had never gone to sleep.
Pedro had barely lain down before he was snoring so loud that it could have awakened the dead. Carlos picked up his blanket and brought it over where I was sitting on the log. He spread his blanket out on the ground, and motioned for me to lie down.
He got some kind of salve out of his backpack. He knelt down beside me and gently applied it to my sore asshole. My irritated and abused anus immediately began to feel much better.
He lay down very close facing me and we looked into each other’s eyes, and our language barrier at that moment was no problem. We were communicating, and each of us knew the other’s thoughts. He kissed me on my forehead, and then began to rub my aching arms and shoulders. He knew that I was uncomfortable and in some pain, and was trying to comfort me. He then began to rub me all over my body that caused me to feel so much better and relaxed, all except my penis that was very erect. He stood up and removed his pants and underwear and lay back down and said, “chupar, chupar” and started to suck on my cock while he masturbated.
Somehow we were able to communicate, and he moved so that I could also administer oral sex on him at the same time. It was difficult trying to give him a blowjob with my hands secured behind my back but with his fucking motions and him having above the average length dick, within some time, I successfully got him to shoot off into my mouth.
His efforts to satisfy me paid off in a big way when I shot off a big load of cum down his throat. We kept on sucking each other dicks while we kept our ears alert for Pedro to stop snoring or to wake up. For the next thirty minutes or so we kept on giving each other head but not as vigorously as we did at first. Ever so often Carlos would help me change positions to help relieve the pressure on my arms and shoulders, and we would continue to give each other pleasure.
Carlos turned his back to me. He put some of his salve on his asshole and on my erection and pushed his ass against my cock until I was all the way inside him. I fucked him the best I could considering my circumstances. After I shot off my second load of cum inside him, he placed his erection in my mouth and fucked my mouth until he released his very abundant size second load.
After we kissed each other several times knowing without a doubt that each of us were very sexually gratified, Carlos got up and put his underwear, shirt and pants back on. He helped me get my briefs back on and to set up before he got a big cup of coffee, which he shared it with me. After we finished the coffee, he helped me lie back down and used both of his hands massaging my body again. After applying some more of his salve on my sore and abused anus he leaned over and kissed my limp dick and then kissed me on my lips. He put his fingers on my eyes telling me to go to sleep.
Shortly after the sun came up, I woke up and heard Pedro yelling at Carlos. I gathered that he was mad because Carlos had let me sleep on his blanket. They had fixed another pot of coffee, but because of the way Pedro was acting, Carlos knew better than to try to share it with me.
After Pedro finished his coffee, he got on his two-way radio. After he had finished talking, he came towards me shaking his head while saying something to Carlos in Portuguese. I had no idea what the fuck he was going to do. He reached in his pocket, got a set of keys, unlocked my handcuffs, and pitched the keys to Carlos who unlocked the shackles on my ankles. He kept talking to me, but I did not understand what he was saying. I realized that he must have found out that he had arrested me in error or mistaken identity, and perhaps the men they were looking for had been captured. He said something to Carlos and Carlos took me by the arm and walked me back towards the river.
As soon as we were out of Pedro’s sight, he stopped me and held my head with his hands and kissed me several times. The rest of the way to the river he had his arm around my waist and looked at me smiling, revealing his remarkable pearly white teeth. Once we reached the place in the river where they arrested me, he hugged me real tight, kissed me again, and waved goodbye before running back to where Pedro was waiting for him.
I found my baseball cap where I had dropped it the night before. Some of the specimens I thought that might be gemstones were still in the cap, and the others were scattered on the ground nearby. I waded down the river to where I had left my clothes and got dressed.
On the way back to the base camp it occurred to me that if I were to report such an incident to the U. S. authorities, I would probably end up spending many hours filling out papers, being interrogated and perhaps having to testify in court. Brazil’s legal procedures would probably be just as bad or worse, and the language barrier would be a problem. The abuse I received from Pedro did not seem worth the effort, and would have been difficult to prove without getting Carlos into a lot of trouble.
The simplest solution that I could think of was to tell everyone at base camp that I got lost and could not find my way back until the sun came up.
I was reprimanded for not observing the rules, but my finding so many gemstone specimens lessened the severity of my violating the established safety precautions.
I did learn my lesson, and thereafter never left the base camp without someone who could speak Portuguese.
Our expedition was considered a success. After examination and identification of the specimens that I and the other gemologist collected, we learned that we had found natural gemstone materials that were of high enough quality to be cut, sold, and used in jewelry. The value of the gemstones that we found would more than pay for the expenses of the expedition. We believed that the specimens that we found had over the years been washed down the river from their original deposits.
Our exploration of the area had to be terminated because we were running out of food. We planned on making another expedition in the near future. For the next expedition, the Brazilian gemologist was going to bring a friend of his who was a geologist in hopes that he may help us locate the source where the gemstones had originated. If the location or locations could be found, excavation could be done, mining could begin, and perhaps large quantities of the gemstones could be discovered.
Before we broke camp to return home, two of the Brazilian helpers and I cut down a tall slender tree to be used as a flagpole. My jockey briefs that I had on when encountering the uniformed lawmen were tied on top of the pole, and the flagpole was erected marking the site where I had found most of the gemstone specimens. My intent was to retrieve my jockey briefs when I returned on the next expedition.
My plans to return did not materialize. My company wants me to go to Australia to purchase opals and visit the opal mines at Coober Pedy and Andamooka. After I have a chance to visit these mines, I am to join a team of Australian gemologists and Aborigines for an expedition in search of another prospective mining area for opals.
The only research and preparation for the trip that I have done so far is watching the Priscilla Queen of the Desert movie three times. God only knows what kind of trouble I can get into in Australia. From the movie, I have learned for certain that I am not ever going to dress in drag while in Australia! Anyone in the U. S. who can speak and interpret the language of the Aborigines is welcome to go with me.
My memories of the somewhat unpleasant ordeal with Pedro in Brazil are fading, but I will always remember the handsome, cute, and sweet Carlos who showed me kindness, attention, concern, and affection. His beautiful young body, smooth tan skin, dark eyes with long eyelashes, and his wonderful smile showing his brilliant white teeth will always be unforgettable.
I do not know what the word “chupar” means in Portuguese, and I am not for sure that I am spelling it right. The word in Portuguese seemed to have had some special meaning to Carlos. He repeated it to me several times, always having a big smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes when he said the word.
Request: If anyone knows the meaning of the word “chupar” in Portuguese, please post a definition.
Editor's note: You can find the translations here CHUPAR, etc.
Encounter While In Brazil
By Kevin - unoponcho
Note: There is no way to determine how many have viewed or read my stories posted in the Collected Works of Unoponcho thread. I have edited and repost one of these stories. The original title was Sex Encounter While in Brazil.
The following edited and revised version is fiction, but loosely based on a true story. The sexual acts are not very descriptive and may be overshadowed perhaps the factual information concerning gemstones and the adventure.
Hopefully, this type of story might appeal to some readers. Comments and responses pro or con along with constructive criticism will be appreciated.
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time happens sometime, and it happened to me.
As a gemologist, I work for a U. S. company that sells colored cut gemstones that are imported from around the world. Some of the gemstones that we import come from Brazil and a few other countries in South America.
Brazil is one of the important gem-producing countries that produce aquamarines, emeralds (beryl), topaz, tourmalines, amethysts, citrines, smoky quartz, cat’s-eye chrysoberyls, andradite garnets, andalusites, brazilianites, kunzites, sapphires (corundum), and a few diamonds.
Being young, energetic, ambitious, loving the outdoors, and having a desire to see other countries, the company sent me to Brazil with two other gemologists to explorer and search for a new source of deposits of natural gemstones.
Nine of us went into the backcountry to hopefully find a new source of gemstones where future mining could be profitable for all concerned. The exploratory crew consisted of the three gemologists from the U. S. (myself included) who did not speak or understand Portuguese, a guide, a gemologist from Brazil, and four local men who acted as our porters. The porters (who only spoke Portuguese) assisted us by carrying the necessary gemological equipment, camping gear, and food. They cooked, took care of the camp, and did manual labor for us. Both the Brazilian gemologist and guide spoke English fluently, and served as interpreters.
After hiking for six days into the backcountry without seeing another human being, we set up a base camp for our explorations. The leader of the expedition was one of my fellow gemologists who was a couple years older than me. One of the safety rules that he established was that no one was to leave the camp unless they were accompanied by at least two other people.
I had no objections to his rule and thought it was an excellent precaution. We were in a territory and surroundings that we were not familiar. We had no maps and only the guide knew exactly where we were.
The second day at the base camp, two of the Brazilian helpers and I took off hiking in search of gemstone specimens. Not very far from camp we found a riverbed with a small stream of shallow water. I began to search the banks of the river and surrounding cliffs and I found several varieties of specimens. These specimens would have to be tested and identified when I returned to the base camp to determine if, in fact, they were gemstone materials. They appeared to be topaz, different colors of tourmalines, sapphires, and several varieties of quartz. The more I looked, the more I found, and by late afternoon my bag that I collected them in was more than half full and getting heavy.
It was getting late and the two helpers wanted to go back to the base camp to prepare dinner before it got dark. Using gestures, I told them to go on to camp without me and take my bag with them. I was thinking that if I found any more specimens before returning to camp that I could put them in the pockets of my pants.
I was standing near the river when I spotted some interesting materials in the water. I did not want to get my boots and clothes wet, so I took off everything except my jockey briefs. As I found interesting specimens, I took off my baseball cap and put them in it. I must have waded a quarter mile or so up the stream when six men in uniforms approached me. They were speaking Portuguese and I did not understand a word they were saying, but I assumed they were law enforcement officers of some kind.
One of the older officers who seemed to be in charge, approached me with his pistol drawn and pointed at me. I was so frighten that I dropped my baseball cap containing the specimens that I had collected and froze in my tracks. I could not imagine what I had done or why the officer was pointing his gun towards me. Two of the other officers, handcuff my hands behind my back and put shackles connected with a chain around my ankles.
Here I was out in the wilderness, with nothing on but my jockey briefs, my clothes and boots a good distance downstream, in the custody of law enforcement officers who didn’t speak my language, and the sun was going down.
The older officer who appeared to be in his fifties was in charge. He was short, fat, hairy, ugly, and his breath and body odor was terrible. He spoke into a two-way radio and then said to something to his men. Four of them promptly took their things and left, going back upstream, leaving only the commander and one officer.
I got the impression that the officers were looking for two or more U. S. caucasians who undoubtedly were in serious trouble with the law, and they thought I was one of the men for whom they were looking. I surmised that the other four officers had left to search for the other man or men.
They called the commander Pedro. The other officer that stayed behind was a very handsome man that was my age, and my gaydar was signaling to me that he was gay. He had been very quiet and did not have much to say, but he was always staring and smiling at me. His name was Carlos.
Pedro and Carlos got on each side of me and led me up an embankment and into the woods. Because of the shackles on my ankles and my being barefooted, we had to walk slowly. When we stopped, they sat me down on a log. Carlos started a small campfire and made coffee. When he was done, he sat down beside me and shared his sandwich and coffee. My arms were still handcuffed behind my back, so Carlos held the sandwich up for me to eat, and he carefully held the hot coffee cup so I could drink from it.
It was evident that Pedro did not appreciate the attention that Carlos was giving me. He said something to Carlos in Portuguese. Carlos got up and took a blanket out of his backpack and spread it out near the fire and lay down. I assumed that Pedro was going to stand guard for the first part of the night, and Carlos would relieve him for the remainder of the night.
Before long I need to urinate in the worst way. With some gesturing to Pedro somehow I communicated my necessity. He led me a few feet from the log that I had been setting on and got in back of me with his pistol pointed towards my head. He reached around with his other hand and removed my penis from my underwear and held it while I relieved myself. After I had finished, he started to fondle and stroking my penis trying to get me hard. I was determined that I was not going to get an erection. Just the odor from his breath and body was a complete turn off. I looked over at Carlos who had been pretending to be asleep, and was seeing what Pedro was doing to me.
Pedro pushed me back to the log still standing behind me with his pistol in one hand, and he unzipped his pants with his other hand. He made me bend over. He pulled down my shorts, and then he spit into his hand and wiped it on my asshole. I looked around just in time to see him spit again and put his spit on his cock. The enormity of his male endowment was due to the girth rather than length. With one hand he was grasping my nuts so hard that they were hurting. I started to loudly moan and he squeezed my testicles even harder. I realized that he was warning me to not make any noise. He then unmercifully shoved his thick cock into me and it felt like a coke can had invaded my hole. Because of the pain I wanted to scream but I dared not.
By having my arms secured behind my back and not being able to spread my feet apart, I was unable to keep my balance. He put his pistol in it holster, and put his arms around me to keep me from falling over. What seemed to be an eternity he savagely raped and fucked my ass for fifteen minutes or so before he shot off. My asshole felt like it had been ripped apart and may be bleeding. Something had been running down the inside of my leg and I did not know if it was his cum or my blood. When he had finished, he zipped up his pants, slapped me real hard on my butt, and said something in Portuguese. He pulled my briefs back up and had me to set down. He then walked over to the campfire where he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He kept looking at me with an evil smirk on his face.
It was not long before Pedro began to yawn, and he would nod off for a few minutes. I was hoping that he would fall asleep so I could escape, but I realized that I could not get very far with my hands handcuffed, and the short chain between my feet would only allowed me to take short steps. I also knew that Carlos was still awake. Pedro woke himself up when he started to snore. He got up and thought that he was waking Carlos up to stand guard, not realizing that Carlos had never gone to sleep.
Pedro had barely lain down before he was snoring so loud that it could have awakened the dead. Carlos picked up his blanket and brought it over where I was sitting on the log. He spread his blanket out on the ground, and motioned for me to lie down.
He got some kind of salve out of his backpack. He knelt down beside me and gently applied it to my sore asshole. My irritated and abused anus immediately began to feel much better.
He lay down very close facing me and we looked into each other’s eyes, and our language barrier at that moment was no problem. We were communicating, and each of us knew the other’s thoughts. He kissed me on my forehead, and then began to rub my aching arms and shoulders. He knew that I was uncomfortable and in some pain, and was trying to comfort me. He then began to rub me all over my body that caused me to feel so much better and relaxed, all except my penis that was very erect. He stood up and removed his pants and underwear and lay back down and said, “chupar, chupar” and started to suck on my cock while he masturbated.
Somehow we were able to communicate, and he moved so that I could also administer oral sex on him at the same time. It was difficult trying to give him a blowjob with my hands secured behind my back but with his fucking motions and him having above the average length dick, within some time, I successfully got him to shoot off into my mouth.
His efforts to satisfy me paid off in a big way when I shot off a big load of cum down his throat. We kept on sucking each other dicks while we kept our ears alert for Pedro to stop snoring or to wake up. For the next thirty minutes or so we kept on giving each other head but not as vigorously as we did at first. Ever so often Carlos would help me change positions to help relieve the pressure on my arms and shoulders, and we would continue to give each other pleasure.
Carlos turned his back to me. He put some of his salve on his asshole and on my erection and pushed his ass against my cock until I was all the way inside him. I fucked him the best I could considering my circumstances. After I shot off my second load of cum inside him, he placed his erection in my mouth and fucked my mouth until he released his very abundant size second load.
After we kissed each other several times knowing without a doubt that each of us were very sexually gratified, Carlos got up and put his underwear, shirt and pants back on. He helped me get my briefs back on and to set up before he got a big cup of coffee, which he shared it with me. After we finished the coffee, he helped me lie back down and used both of his hands massaging my body again. After applying some more of his salve on my sore and abused anus he leaned over and kissed my limp dick and then kissed me on my lips. He put his fingers on my eyes telling me to go to sleep.
Shortly after the sun came up, I woke up and heard Pedro yelling at Carlos. I gathered that he was mad because Carlos had let me sleep on his blanket. They had fixed another pot of coffee, but because of the way Pedro was acting, Carlos knew better than to try to share it with me.
After Pedro finished his coffee, he got on his two-way radio. After he had finished talking, he came towards me shaking his head while saying something to Carlos in Portuguese. I had no idea what the fuck he was going to do. He reached in his pocket, got a set of keys, unlocked my handcuffs, and pitched the keys to Carlos who unlocked the shackles on my ankles. He kept talking to me, but I did not understand what he was saying. I realized that he must have found out that he had arrested me in error or mistaken identity, and perhaps the men they were looking for had been captured. He said something to Carlos and Carlos took me by the arm and walked me back towards the river.
As soon as we were out of Pedro’s sight, he stopped me and held my head with his hands and kissed me several times. The rest of the way to the river he had his arm around my waist and looked at me smiling, revealing his remarkable pearly white teeth. Once we reached the place in the river where they arrested me, he hugged me real tight, kissed me again, and waved goodbye before running back to where Pedro was waiting for him.
I found my baseball cap where I had dropped it the night before. Some of the specimens I thought that might be gemstones were still in the cap, and the others were scattered on the ground nearby. I waded down the river to where I had left my clothes and got dressed.
On the way back to the base camp it occurred to me that if I were to report such an incident to the U. S. authorities, I would probably end up spending many hours filling out papers, being interrogated and perhaps having to testify in court. Brazil’s legal procedures would probably be just as bad or worse, and the language barrier would be a problem. The abuse I received from Pedro did not seem worth the effort, and would have been difficult to prove without getting Carlos into a lot of trouble.
The simplest solution that I could think of was to tell everyone at base camp that I got lost and could not find my way back until the sun came up.
I was reprimanded for not observing the rules, but my finding so many gemstone specimens lessened the severity of my violating the established safety precautions.
I did learn my lesson, and thereafter never left the base camp without someone who could speak Portuguese.
Our expedition was considered a success. After examination and identification of the specimens that I and the other gemologist collected, we learned that we had found natural gemstone materials that were of high enough quality to be cut, sold, and used in jewelry. The value of the gemstones that we found would more than pay for the expenses of the expedition. We believed that the specimens that we found had over the years been washed down the river from their original deposits.
Our exploration of the area had to be terminated because we were running out of food. We planned on making another expedition in the near future. For the next expedition, the Brazilian gemologist was going to bring a friend of his who was a geologist in hopes that he may help us locate the source where the gemstones had originated. If the location or locations could be found, excavation could be done, mining could begin, and perhaps large quantities of the gemstones could be discovered.
Before we broke camp to return home, two of the Brazilian helpers and I cut down a tall slender tree to be used as a flagpole. My jockey briefs that I had on when encountering the uniformed lawmen were tied on top of the pole, and the flagpole was erected marking the site where I had found most of the gemstone specimens. My intent was to retrieve my jockey briefs when I returned on the next expedition.
My plans to return did not materialize. My company wants me to go to Australia to purchase opals and visit the opal mines at Coober Pedy and Andamooka. After I have a chance to visit these mines, I am to join a team of Australian gemologists and Aborigines for an expedition in search of another prospective mining area for opals.
The only research and preparation for the trip that I have done so far is watching the Priscilla Queen of the Desert movie three times. God only knows what kind of trouble I can get into in Australia. From the movie, I have learned for certain that I am not ever going to dress in drag while in Australia! Anyone in the U. S. who can speak and interpret the language of the Aborigines is welcome to go with me.
My memories of the somewhat unpleasant ordeal with Pedro in Brazil are fading, but I will always remember the handsome, cute, and sweet Carlos who showed me kindness, attention, concern, and affection. His beautiful young body, smooth tan skin, dark eyes with long eyelashes, and his wonderful smile showing his brilliant white teeth will always be unforgettable.
I do not know what the word “chupar” means in Portuguese, and I am not for sure that I am spelling it right. The word in Portuguese seemed to have had some special meaning to Carlos. He repeated it to me several times, always having a big smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes when he said the word.
Request: If anyone knows the meaning of the word “chupar” in Portuguese, please post a definition.
Editor's note: You can find the translations here CHUPAR, etc.
bianchi_andreas
Slut
Re: Encounter While In Brazil
Kevin---
Thanks for bringing this hot story back to our attention. Very spicy!
I don't know much Portuguese, but there is a Spanish word "chupar" that means literally 'to absorb' and is a popular slang term in South America, I think, for performing oral sex on a
man. It may be the same in Brazil?
Andy
Kevin---
Thanks for bringing this hot story back to our attention. Very spicy!
I don't know much Portuguese, but there is a Spanish word "chupar" that means literally 'to absorb' and is a popular slang term in South America, I think, for performing oral sex on a
man. It may be the same in Brazil?
Andy
BreezyBoy
Slut
Re: Encounter While In Brazil
This is one twisted story, dude.
This is one twisted story, dude.
