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My First Experience At A Gay Nudist Resort

My First Experience At A Gay Nudist Resort

By Kevin

For a number of years, I worked for a nationally known cosmetic firm. I was responsible for advertising, promotions and public relations. I was being paid big bucks which means that anyone would think I was very successful. I guess I was but I was paying the price. My work hours were long and prevented me from having much of a social life. With the exception of another man, who was straight, everyone who worked for the firm was a woman from the President on down. I was always surrounded by women! They all knew that I was gay and treated me like I was one of the girls. There had been times when some of them had tried to fix me up with one of their gay relatives or friends.

The firm had a conference at a hotel in a city in another state. Key members of the firm were there but the conference was primarily for the saleswomen from all over the U.S. I was there to make a presentation regarding the new publicity and advertisements that would be on TV and in magazines about a new cosmetic product that would shortly to hit the market.

When I checked in at the hotel apart from a few male hotel employees all I could see were women everywhere. The firm had reserved every room in the hotel. The odor of perfume was stifling! The women were made up using every product that the firm had on the market, and they were all dressed to the hilt.

The bellboy was real cute young man and he carried my luggage and showed me to my room. When I gave him a generous tip, he smiled and told me that he had not received very many tips. He said that women did not tip very much and laughing, he told me the last tip he received was a quarter. He went on to tell me that his name was James and if I needed anything to let him know. It did not take a genius to determine that James was gay and clearly he had deduced that I was as well. I must say that he was not only cute but a very handsome young man. His uniform showed off his nice round buns and big box, as well as his slender waist and broad shoulders. Being a number years older than he, I knew that while I could look, there would be little chance of me ever touching.

After I changed clothes, I went back downstairs and registered for the conference. I picked up a schedule listing the different sessions and activities that were to take place and set down in the lobby to review it. I learned that my presentation was to take place after breakfast the next morning, while the first assembly was to be in the ballroom in an hour. I took a look at the room where I was to make my presentation, and then went to the bar and had a drink before going to the assembly. As I was walking down the hall on the way to the assembly, I saw James walking towards me. As we passed each other, he softly mumbled to me, “Damn Women!” After the assembly there was a dinner, followed by a speech from the president of the firm.

After that there was an open bar to give us all a chance, according to the schedule, to “Get To Know Everyone”. I had all that I could take for one day, so I went up to my room to rehearse my presentation and then went to bed. While I was lying in bed, I asked myself why was I putting up with all this shit. I decided that I was going to make my presentation in the morning, and show up for the meals if I wanted to but I would leave before any of the speeches as they did not concern me anyway. The conference was to end day after tomorrow at two o’clock. So far as I was concerned there was no need for me to be around after my presentation in the morning.

After breakfast, I made my presentation, which went off without a hitch. I received a lot of compliments including some from the two vice-presidents and the president. I quietly exited and decided to go shopping for some clothes. I had no idea where to go, and decided to ask a bellboy for advise. It so happened that James was on duty and he gave me a name of a men’s store and directions as to where to find it, telling me to ask for a sales clerk named Ron. He went on to comment that the merchandise at that store was too expensive for his meager income.

As I was leaving he said, “When you get back you are going to model your new clothes for me, aren’t you?”

I replied, “James, you don’t want to see an old man model clothes.”

“Wrong! Wrong! Wrong on two accounts. I would love to see you model, and you are not an old man. You are mature and I like mature men…….Be sure to buy a skimpy swimsuit.”

James could not have sent me to a better place to buy clothes nor refer me to a better person to assist me. Ron sized me up when I walked into the store. He knew just exactly what size I wore and what my taste were in clothes. He kept showing me clothes, and I tried them on and they fit perfectly.

After I had made my selection which in the end was way more than I had planned, he showed me some clothes that I would have never considered buying but when I tried them on I liked them. I believed that they made me look much younger, so I bought them as well.

Ron was not a pushy salesman, but was only trying to be helpful, which he definitely was. Ron was my age and he dropped a fair few hints to let me know that he was also gay and well acquainted with James. After I had paid for the clothes I remembered James’ remark about buying a swimsuit and asked Ron to show me some. Ron picked out two swimsuits that he thought would look good on me. I tried both of them on and asked Ron for his opinion as to which one looked best. He told me his choice, and I said that I would take it but that I also wanted him to select a swimsuit that would fit James - one that James would like. Ron smiled and told me that he had the perfect swimsuit for James, who rarely ever wore a swimsuit. I did not understand his remark but bought the swimsuit anyway. He told me that if James did not show me his appreciation appropriately for his new swimsuit then he personally was going to kick his ass!

I had so many bags of new clothes that I was having trouble carrying them all. Ron offered to assist me. Luckily there was an empty cab outside the store and Ron helped me load everything into it. Ron thanked me once again as I was getting into the cab saying that he had never made such a large sale to any one customer in his fifteen years as a salesman.

When I got to the hotel, I somehow managed to gather all the bags in my arms and made it though the front door. James saw me struggling and ran over taking a number of the bags from me and helped me get them to my room. I started to give him a tip but he refused to take it.

He said, “I am going to be getting off duty in five minutes. I am going to go down stairs and clock out, change my clothes, and come back up here so you can model your new clothes for me.”

“James, I am starving. I’m going to call room service and order something to eat. Can I order something for you?”

“That would be great, Mr. Robinson. I’m hungry too.”

“James, would you please call me Ted. Mr. Robinson makes me feel old enough to be your father. I’m not that much older than you. What would you like to eat?”

“Okay Ted! Whatever you are eating will be fine with me.”

While I was calling room service, James took off running through the door to clock out. I was not exactly sure what James had in mind but I was hoping that he just might be interested in having sex with me at some point. It just did not seem possible for him to be interested in a man that was some fifteen years older than he.

I decided to take a quick shower, shave and put on something more comfortable. I was hoping that if I hurried that I could do this before either James returned or the room service delivered the food.

I had timed everything just about right. I had finished in the bathroom and had put on sweat pants and a shirt and it was as I was putting on my socks that James knocked on my door. He came in wearing sandals, shorts, and a pull over shirt. His hair was still wet indicating that he had also taken a shower and I noticed that he had shaved and splashed on some after-shave lotion. He had barely gotten inside the room when room service knocked on the door. James ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind him before I let room service in.

After the older man from room service delivered our early dinner, James came out of the bathroom and said, “Wow! That was close. Employees that are caught in rooms after they are off duty are automatically fired with no questions asked.”

We sat down and started eating. James said, “Ted, it looks like Ron sold you quite a lot of clothes for you to model for me?”

“Well, I did buy far more than I planned on buying. I can use all of them except one item that I doubt that I will ever wear?”

“What did you buy that you will never wear?”

“That damn swimsuit that you told me to buy.”

“I was only kidding about that but you will model it for me won’t you?”

“We will see? Tell me about yourself James. You don’t plan on being a bellboy all your life do you?”

“God! I hope not. I am working my way through college. I’m in my senior year and am earning a degree in computer science.”

“Great! You should not have any difficulty in making a good living with that as your major. The firm I am working with pays good money for people in that field.”

“Ted, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Just how personal is your question?”

“Well, I checked the registry down stairs. You are the only male quest registered for this convention. There are over five hundred females registered. How do you keep from going completely insane by having to work with all those bitches?”

“Who told you that I was sane? I cannot deny that they do drive me up the wall, but I do make a good salary. Every time I am offered another job, they always increase my salary making it very difficult to quit the firm. I am a workaholic and have no social life……God! It has been such a while since I last had sex that I can’t even remember how long ago it was!”

“Ted, you can’t be serious. A good looking man like you has not had sex in a long time? I can’t believe tha!.”

“Sad but true.”

James asked, “Okay! Now I am going to ask a direct personal question. Would you consider having sex with me?”

“You do believe in getting to the point don’t you James? I don’t want you to have sex with me because you feel sorry for me.”

“Ted, I want to have sex with you and it has nothing to do with feeling sorry for you. I have been coming on to you ever since I first saw you. You are the first hotel guest that I have ever come on to. Now! How about you modeling some of your new clothes for me?”

“Alright! Your friend Ron picked out some extra things for me. I will put those on and show you but then I have something that I want you to model for me. Is that fair enough?”

“You have something for me to model?”

“Yes I do and I’m not going to tell you what it is unless you agree.”

“Can I guess?”

“No!”

“I don’t think you are being fair, but I will agree.”

I looked though the bags and found the clothes that Ron had talked me into buying and took them into the bathroom and put them on. When I returned to the bedroom James had a fit and kept telling me how good I looked. What he did for my ego is beyond words. He told me that he wanted me to model the swimsuit I had bought. I told him that he had to model next and then I would consider modeling the swimsuit. I looked through the bags and found the one I had bought for him. I tossed it into his lap. He picked it up and looked at it. He jumped up and put his arms around my neck and kissed me on my cheek.

“Ted, I have been looking at this swimsuit for ages. I have tried it on a dozen times. I just never had enough extra money to buy it. Thank you! Thank you! Yes I will model it for you.”

He turned around and stripped off his clothes in front of me. He showed me everything he had without any display of modesty whatsoever. I had imagined what he might have looked like out of that uniform but my imagination fell way short of what he actually looked like in the nude. His body was magnificent to say the least and I could not remember ever seeing a more beautiful, well-proportioned body as he had. No matter from what direction you looked at him he was breath taking!

He quickly slipped on the swimsuit and ran to look at himself in the mirror. He strutted around like a peacock, and was smiling like I had given him a million dollars. He ran back to me and hugged my neck again. He was so close to me that he felt my hard cock.

He backed off and smiled at me saying, “It is needless to ask if you like the way it looks on me. Your hard-on is telling me that you do. Now, I want you to model your swimsuit for me.”

“James, I can’t put it on now. You are embarrassing me.”

“I don’t mean to be embarrassing you. I’ve seen guys with hard-ons before. I’ve just have not seen yours yet. Put on your swimsuit and model for me……See! You have got me hard now.”

I looked down and James’s stiff cock was sticking out from the top of his swimsuit and the head was almost touching his navel. I immediately dropped to my knees and removed his swimsuit, stroked his erection a couple of times before swallowing it until my nose was buried in his pubic hairs. I began to move my head back and forth while my arms were wrapped around his hips. All I could think about was to give him as much pleasure as I could. Nothing else mattered. At last I had a cock in my mouth and I had full intention of giving it the ultimate stimulation that I could muster.

James had other ideas. He grabbed a hold of my head and told me to stop and stand up. I ignored his request and continued sucking on his dick. He asked me again, and I made no attempt of stopping. He grabbed a hold of my ears and pulled me up.

He said, “Not fair! You are not playing fair.”

He started taking off my clothes and tossing them on a chair. When he got me undressed he stepped back and looked at me and told me to turn around. My cock was at full attention jutting straight out in front of me. After I had turned around and passed his inspection, he put his arms around my neck and started kissing me while he held both of our cocks together. As we were kissing he slowly pushed me backwards until we both fell on the bed. He was on top of me and was holding my arms and hands above my head and was kissing me passionately. In a short time he released my hands and started kissing my forehead and worked himself down my body and kissed me all over until he got to my stiff cock.

He licked and kissed the crown and then the shank. He sucked and licked my balls and then moved to my legs and kissed me all the way down to the bottom of my feet. He returned to my cock and deep throated it a couple of times before moving back up and kissing me on my lips. Then he asked me if I wanted to do the same thing to him. I jumped at the chance. He was reading my mind. I repeated what he did to me, but as I was kissing his body both of my hands were also feeling ever inch within reach. When I got down to his cock it was coated with precum that I eagerly licked off, relishing the way it tasted. Finally reaching his feet, I discovered that the soles of his feet were extremely sensitive and ticklish.

I took delight in holding onto his feet while licking the bottom of his feet and listen to him scream, “Stop it! Damn it! Stop it! All right now. You are going to get it if you don’t stop it right now.”

As I was moving into a position that we could suck each other’s cocks at the same time, James was still protesting, “That was not fair. You just wait. I may just bite off one of your fucking nuts.”

I began sucking him off, and it was not long before both of us were seriously trying to see who could satisfy each other the most. We must have sucked each other’s cocks and balls for twenty-five minutes or so. I was doing all in my power to keep from climaxing. I had almost shot off several times, but I was waiting for James to shoot off first. The way he was responding I thought several times that he was going to shoot off.

James lifted his head off of my throbbing cock and said, “Ted, I hope you are not waiting on me?”

I answered him with his cock down my throat by moaning, “Mmmmmmmmm”.

He had no more than got my cock back into his mouth and I started shooting off the load that I had built up over a couple of weeks. He in turn began shooting off more cum than I could ever remember anyone shooting off in a long time.

James turned around and rolled me onto my back and got on top of me straddling me with his legs and leaned over and kissed me.

Then he said, “You good-looking fucking son-of-a-bitch. You almost drowned me, and you caused me to have the best climax that I can ever remember.”

“Thank you James. You will never know how much I appreciate your kindness. You have changed my outlook on life so that when I return home tomorrow just remembering tonight will help me face going back to the same old grind. I really needed to do something exciting - something that I had never done before!”

James was lying on top of me with his arm around me kissing me on my neck.

He said, “Ted, do you really have to leave tomorrow? I have the next two days off. I have a reservation for tomorrow at the Rooster’s Resorts. Why don’t you stay over an extra night and go with me tomorrow. I think you would enjoy it. In fact I will make sure you enjoy it.”

“What is the Rooster’s Resorts?”

“It is a gay nudist camp. I’ve been there a couple of times. It is a lot of fun.”

“James, I couldn’t go to a nudist camp. Everyone will make fun of my ugly body. I just don’t think I would be comfortable at all.”

“Ted, don’t be a prick. Men of all ages go there and you see all kinds of bodies. No one ever makes fun of anyone. Besides you will be the best looking man there. You have a great mature body. Shit! I will have to fight off some of those faggots! I want you all to myself. Being nude is optional. You can wear that swimsuit that you have not modeled for me as yet. What do you say? Do it for me. Just one extra day?”

“Well, I did say that I needed to do something exciting that I have never done before. Would I be putting you out any if I did go?”

“Putting me out! Hell no! You would be doing me a big favor. I will know for sure that I am going to have a great sex partner before we even get there. We will have our own bedroom and if you do not feel comfortable being nude, then we can stay in our room and I will suck your cock the whole time we are there. Now, I dare you to beat that offer.”

“Wow! I can’t turn down an offer like that. I will have to call and change my flight reservations. What time do you want to leave?”

“Check in time is anytime after eight in the morning. I suggest that we leave fairly early so we can enjoy most of the day. The weather for the next two days is supposed to be great. If it is okay with you, I will spend the night with you, and we can get up when ever you want to. We can get something to eat for breakfast either here or on the way. It is about a forty-five minute drive from here.”

“James you are a jewel. You are welcome to spend the night with me. I am going to warn you. I like to cuddle with the person whom I am sleeping with, and I sometimes get an erection during the night.”

“I was hoping that you might. I will take care of your erection anytime you get one. I love sucking on your big cock. Now get your ass out of bed and model that swimsuit for me.”

We got up and I put on my new swimsuit and showed it off to James. He was most complimentary and told me, “It showed my attractive body off to the best advantage”. I could not ever remember anyone telling me that I had an attractive body. He was causing my ego to soar and had built up my confidence so I was no longer dreading being seen nude at Rooster’s Resorts.

I called and changed my flight reservations. James put on his swimsuit and helped me pack up my things so they would be ready to go in the morning. I called the desk and asked for a wake up call for seven o’clock, and I called room service and placed an order for breakfast to be sent to my room a quarter after seven. I figured that I could check out of the hotel around eight o’clock when all the delegates would be in a meeting. No one would ever know that I did not attend the rest of the conference.


By eight o’clock James and I were in bed making love again. Having sex with James this time around was even more incredible than the first time. We were more relaxed and each took our own sweet time sucking the other’s cock so as to ensure a rewarding, gratifying, and pleasurable, climax. After our ejaculations, James cuddled up next to my back. He put his still stiff cock beneath my butt between my legs, put one leg over my legs, one of his arms around my waist and held my semi-hard cock in his hand, kissed the back of my neck and told me good night. Within moments he was sound asleep. I lay there for a few minutes thinking how fortunate I was to have James as a sex partner and to have him in bed with me. I had the best night’s sleep than I had had in many years.

The next morning the telephone rang with the wake-up call. James slept through the whole thing. I got up took a quick shower and shaved before room service arrived. I put the sheet over James’s head before I opened the door. After room services left, I tried to wake James up and he just rolled over on his back. I pulled the sheet off of him and set down on the side of the bed next to him, and bent over, and got his soft dick in my mouth, and start stimulating it with my tongue. Almost immediately he got a hard-on, and began squirming around. I kept on sucking his cock until he woke up with a big smile on his face. I told him that breakfast was ready. He set up in bed and yawned. He slowly got out of the bed and put on his new swimsuit and stretched a couple of times and wobbled over to the table and told me good morning. It took a couple cups of strong coffee before he was fully awake. I asked him how he slept.

“Terrific! I dreamed about you last night. I got you to shoot off six times in a row. That was a hell of a dream. I lost count of how many times you got me to shoot off. That dream got me so horny that I may walk around at Rooster’s Resorts all day with a hard-on.”

After we finished eating, James took a shower. He got dressed and took most of my bags down in the employee’s elevator to his car. He had told me that he would pick me up at the front door after I finished checking out.

We ran into very little traffic in town and on the highway. We turned off of the highway on to a graveled road. If James had not told me I would have never known that we were on the road to Rooster’s Resorts. There were no signs except for “No Trespassing” warnings or anything indicating where the road went. We drove down this poorly maintained road for ten or more minutes. There were high fences on both sides with notices warning that they were electrified and no trespassing. On the other side of the fences were dense woods and swamps. James had to drive very slowly due to the potholes in the road. He explained that the poor condition of the roads was intended to keep intruders and sightseers out of the area. Eventually we came upon a gate across the road. Above the gate was yet another “No Trespassing” sign. James drove up beside what looked like a small doghouse on stilts. He opened the door and
picked up the telephone inside and said, “Hi! This is James.”

Within seconds the electric gate opened up as James was carrying on a brief conversation. While he was on the phone I was reading a small sign just over the other side of the gate.

It read something to the effect: “BEWARE. If you are offended by nudity you are in the wrong place. If male homosexuals are offensive to you, you are definitely in the wrong place. Welcome to Rooster’s Gay Resorts.”

Directly ahead was a huge hedge that was blocking the view. James drove through the gate and it closed behind us. We drove towards the hedge and made a ninety degree turn to the right and drove a short distance and made another ninety degree turn to the left and in front of us was a large rustic two story building that fit into the surrounding like it just belonged there. From the parking lot in front, we could not see any activity or sign of anyone else there although the parking lot was about half filled with cars.

To say that I was nervous and uptight is definitely an understatement. I was scared to death and was wishing that I had never agreed to accompany James, who jumped from the car and was really excited. He was yelling at me to get out of the car and kept reassuring me that we were going to have fun. I stepped out of the car and could hear the sound of the ocean, but could not see it.

James put his arm around my shoulder and pointed up to the lodge. He said, “You see that room on the second floor at the end of the building on the left hand side? That is our room. It is the best room in the lodge.”

When I packed my things at the hotel, I put everything I thought that I would need for the overnight stay in one small bag. All my other bags were locked in the back of James’s car. James got his toilet kit and his new swimsuit and I got my bag. James put his arm around my waist and we headed towards the entrance.

We stepped into the lobby. A man behind the check in counter, yelled out, “Hi James! Glad to see you back! Who’s your friend you have with you?”

“William, this is Ted. Ted this is William.” I shook William’s hand both saying, “Glad to meet you!” William was a big, tall rather stout man of about my age with hair that almost covered his entire body. He was wearing a black leather T-back and a leather armband. One of his nipples was pierced with nipple ring in it. William was certainly not my type nor was I his but he was very friendly.

James was signing the registry and I got out my billfold to pay for our stay. William looked at me and told me to put my billfold away, that James and I were guests of Rooster’s. I probably had a strange expression on my face. William detected my bewilderment and told me that James was always referring people to visit Rooster’s and this was their way of expressing their appreciation. I shook William’s hand and thanked him. He told me that he hoped I would enjoy my stay at the resort. He grinned and told me that he would be seeing more of me later. He was of course referring to my removing my clothes.

James got his key to the room and as we passed through the lobby I only saw two men setting in the there. One of the men appeared to be around sixty years old, wearing a swimsuit, and reading the paper. The other man appeared to be about fifty-five. He was completely nude and I would guess that he was around one hundred and fifty pounds if not more. He was watching TV but did glance in our direction as we walked by. Then we passed the dining room where several people were eating breakfast or drinking coffee. The ones that I saw were either wearing T-backs or scanty swimsuits. I did not get a good look at them, but most of them were my age or older. I had not seen anyone as young as James.

We climbed the stairs to the second floor, and headed our room at the end of the hall. James unlocked the door, and waited for me to go in first. The room was large and had a king-size bed in the middle. The room was not fancy but rustic with a masculine atmosphere and décor. There were large windows in the walls in front of us and to the right. On the left was a large bathroom and then a small window that over looked the front of the lodge where the parking lot was in view.

I dropped my bag on a chair and stepped over and looked out the large window in the back of the room. There was a wonderful scenic view of some woods and sand dunes, and in the distance I could see the ocean. I then looked out of the other large window and could see a large swimming pool with a number of nude men lounging around the pool and some were swimming. There was also a volleyball court where six younger men were playing a game. One of them was wearing a jockey strap but the remaining five were nude. There were several trails leading into the woods and another leading to the beach. I could see several younger men who were surfing and still more, quite nude, wandering around on the beach.

While I had been getting my bearings and looking at the sights outside the windows, I was unaware as to what James was doing. I had heard him in the bathroom taking a leak. It was not until I felt James’s arms coming around from in back of me and undoing my pants that I realized that he had taken off all of his clothes. James seemed to take a delight in taking off my clothes. For some reason I was no longer nervous about being nude. I began to remember years ago when I was involved in sports, and being nude in the showers and dressing room and it did not bother me. Being at a nudist camp seemed similar and I lost all my inhibitions.

James put his arms around me and kissed me. He looked at me and smiled and then said, “Ted, let’s go outside and I will show you around. If we don’t go now, I’m going to get a hard-on. Besides, I want to show you off and make all these queens here jealous.”

He put the door key around his neck and took me by my hand, pulling me towards the door. For some reason I forgot that I was naked and it did not matter. James holding on to me distracted me from being modest or embarrassed. We walked around the swimming pool stopping now and then to speak to anyone that looked our way. We walked over and watched the guys play volleyball. Having played volleyball years ago, I was especially interested in watching them. I did observe that none was very good at it. I did not know if I still could play as well as I used to but I was tempted to try. We walked along the trails in the woods. With no one being around, we stopped a couple of times and kissed before continuing our walk.

When we got to the beach, James spotted a guy that he knew. The young man had been surfing and had his surfboard sticking up in the sand. He was sprawled out on the sand sunbathing while taking a breather. We walked up to him.

James said, “Hi Scott. How is the surf today?”

“Hi James. Long time no see. The surf is fabulous. Some nice waves.”

“Scott this is my friend Ted. How about you letting me borrow your surfboard and letting me take a ride?”

Scott replied, “Hi Ted…..Sure. You are welcome to use my surfboard.”

James grabbed the surfboard and ran towards the water.

I set down on the sand near Scott. Scott was a sight for sore eyes. He had a swimmer’s physique and beautiful blue eyes that looked straight through you. He had obviously been naked in the sun numerous times. He had a beautiful all over suntan and his cut four-inches of big soft dick was just laying there tempting me to suck on it.

Scott looked at me and smiled. After James had left, he said, “God! What I would not give to have sex with James just once. He makes me so God damn hot. I’ve come onto him a number of times but he always turns me down ……Since you are a friend of his, can you tell me what I am doing wrong? I do want your honest opinion.”

“Scott, you are not doing anything wrong. It’s James. James prefers older men. Why, I do not know? Can you imagine a stud like James turning you down for an old fart like me? It just does not make any sense. So don’t feel bad as it is not your fault. James is the one that is loosing out by not jumping at the chance to have sex with you.”

“Thanks Ted. I appreciate you telling me this. I was beginning to get an inferiority complex.”

“Scott if I were fifteen years younger, I would be all over you. You are a very attractive young man. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

“Golly, Thanks! No one has ever told me that I was attractive before.”

“You have got to be kidding me. Man you are a stud and a hunk. There are a lot of guys out there that would give their eye teeth to look like you. You have the kind of cock that makes mouths water and that includes me! Now don’t think for one minute that I am saying this to cause you think I am coming onto you. I have got all and more than I can handle with James.”

“I understand. Thanks again. Ted, you have made my day much brighter. I’m glad that we met and we have had this talk.”

While we were talking we were watching James show his skills in riding on the surfboard and then saw him coming up on shore running towards us.

“That was fun! Thanks Scott.”

James sat down and we all talked for several minutes. It was then that James spotted another friend coming from the lodge carrying a surfboard. Turning to Scott he asked him if he knew Erick. Scott said, “No and I have never seen him before.” James said that he was surprised that Erick would come to Rooster’s and that he did not know that Erick was a surfer. He got Erick’s attention and he came over to where we were and James introduced us. Erick sat down and visited with us. It was soon apparent that Scott and Erick where hitting it off very well, so James and I excused ourselves, leaving Erick and Scott chatting up a storm. As I was leaving, Scott stood up and hugged me. Later James asked me, “What was that was all about?” I lied and told him that Scott was after my body.

We walked up the shoreline along the edge of the surf with our arms around each other’s waist. We passed several other men that were out walking. A couple or so of them were very good lookers - some appealing to me and some that appealed to James.

On our way back to the lodge, James saw someone that he wanted to talk to. We were close to a bench near the trail, where an older man was sitting. I told James that I would set down and wait on him. I sat beside the man and we introduced ourselves and got to talking. The man appeared to be in his late sixties or early seventies. He was nude even though his body was showing his age. He had what I think that they called a fanny-pack that was popular in the latter part of the l980’s. It was a canvas type pouch with a belt that fastened around the waist. It was made to carry things when you lacked pockets. He smoked and carried his cigarettes, lighter and a metal traveling soapbox that he used as an ashtray in this fanny-pack. He was a very interesting but lonely man. He told me that he and his lover had always been nudists and that his lover had past away a few years ago. He said that since then he had a couple of fuck buddies but all of the “son-of-a-bitches” died on him. He had been coming to Rooster’s for over a year, and still had hopes of finding a new sex partner. I told him that for a man his age that he had a nice looking body. He smiled and told me that I should have seen him when he was younger. He said he was a handsome man even if he had to say so himself.

Then he said, “Shit! I wasn’t as good-looking as your friend I saw you with a few minutes ago and I wasn’t as good-looking as you are at your age but I got my share of having my cock sucked in those days……Well, if you will excuse me, I’m going to head towards my room and put on some clothes before I go to the dining room for lunch.” We said that we would see each other later.

In a few minutes James returned and we went by the volleyball court and where some new players were playing. I asked James if he ever played volleyball. He said that he used to play and assked if I wanted to play sometime that afternoon. I told him that I would think about it.

There was no one at the swimming pool when we got there. I leaned over to check the temperature of the water and James pushed me in and dove in behind me. We played around long enough for us both to start getting erections. We got out of the water and sat down in the lawn chairs to give our penises time to get soft and to dry off before we went inside the lodge to get dressed to go to lunch. I made a comment about how warm it was getting. James told me that for the next two or three hours that it would be miserably hot outside unless you were at the beach or in the swimming pool.

On the way to our room I told James how much I was enjoying being with him at the nudist camp and how surprised I was by not being bothered by being nude in front of other people. James told me that the first time he came there he was by himself and spent most of the time in his room because he was so embarrassed. Once we back in our room, without speaking we both quickly put on our swimsuits and a pull over shirt before leaving for lunch. We knew that we were both so horny that if we stayed in the room for any length of time that we would opt to having sex instead of eating.

When we got there, the dining room was packed with people. There were a lot of faces that we had not seen before. The young man who was our waiter told us that all forty rooms were taken for the night.

After lunch we went back to our room. As soon as the door had closed we removed our clothes and jumped on the bed. Each had the same thing in mind and our stiff penises said it all. I had no more than hit the bed and James was going down on me. I lay back, put my hands behind my head, relaxed and was going to let James suck on my cock or do anything else he wanted.

For sometime James gave me pleasure by sucking my engorged cock and I started feeling guilty receiving attention and not returning the same to him. I asked him to move so I could suck him off at the same time. Without stopping the attention he was giving me, he moved around so he was straddling me and his cock was made available for me to administer oral sex on him. For several minutes I was sucking his cock but in the position we were in meant I could not deep throat him. With one hand I took a hold of the upper part of the shank of his cock and stroked it at the same time as I sucked on the crown and lower part of the shank. From the sounds that he was making, I gathered that he was receiving pleasure with what I was doing to him. With my other hand I began to rub his buttock, in between his legs, and then his asshole. He began twisting his ass and mumbling and making guttural sounds while my cock was in his mouth. The more I played and teased his asshole the louder he became. I worked my finger inside him and he began lowering his hips, I removed my hand that was stroking his cock and he slowly lowered his hips pushing his cock all the way down my throat and at the same time speeding up his rhythm in sucking me off, and still making these loud groaning and guttural sounds.

I was near ejaculation and he suddenly stopped and got off of me. He moved to my side and started passionately kissing me and then asked me to fuck him. I told him that I did not have any condoms. He smiled and told me that that was not a problem. Rooster’s supplied all rooms with condoms and lubricants. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom and came back with several condoms and the lube. He flopped down on his back and raised his legs. While I put on a condom and lubed his anus, he told me that he had only been fucked once several years ago, but that he wanted me to fuck him.

I kissed him and he put his arms around my neck and squeezed me real tight and said, “I’ve just got to have your wonderful cock up inside me. Please take it slow at first.”

I kissed him again and moved into position. I had his feet and legs resting on my shoulders and as slowly and gently as I knew how began to push my cock into his hole. I could tell by the way he tensed up his body that he was experiencing some discomfort. I waited until he relaxed again and pushed in further. This time he showed no signs of pain and I slowly pushed until I was all the way inside him. I began fucking him and he told me to fuck him harder. In no time I was pulling my dick all the way out and slamming it back in. He began to jacking himself while I was fucking him. For several more minutes I kept fucking him. He stopped jacking and I took over and started jacking him while continuing my fucking motions.

I felt his cock start to jerk every time I hit his prostrate with my cock. I realized that he was ready to shoot off. I was watching both the expression on his face and also his cock. When I first saw the first spurt of his cum flying in the air and landing on his chest, the devil must have gotten into my head. I grabbed his foot that was resting on my shoulder, remembering how sensitive he was on the bottom of his foot and I started licking it with my tongue. I don’t know if it that had anything to do with it or not, but he must have shot of at least seven or eight more spurts of cum all over his chest and stomach while twisting and squirming trying to get his foot away from my tongue. At the same time he was cursing me like a sailor.

I let go of his foot and kept on fucking and stroking his still ridged cock. Both of us were laughing for several minutes. Then we quieted down and he began telling me to fuck him some more as it felt so good. It was feeling great to me as well and I was surprised that I had not reached a climax. I felt like that I had a mother load built up and that I was going to have a climax of all climaxes. What surprised me was that James’s cock was beginning to feel like he was about to shoot off again. It was responding to my hitting his G-spot again. I had fucked him so long that I was getting fatigued and my buttocks and hips were uncomfortable. I pulled my cock out of him and removed the condom. I took a hold of my cock and his with one hand and started jacking both of us off. James reached down and held on to both of our balls and very shortly both of us began to shoot off adding our cum to the cum he had previously shot off several minutes earlier. James’s chest and stomach was covered with cum. He looked down and saw the same mess that I was looking at. We looked at each other and both started laughing. I collapsed on top of him and gave him a kiss and we hugged and held on to each other for a long time before we got up and took a shower together.

After we got out of the shower and had dried off, we lay back down on the bed facing each other. Every time James started to say something I would kiss him and he did the same thing to me. What each other were about to say was really not necessary. Each of us knew that we just shared a very gratifying orgasm that we would not soon forget.

James got up and used the bathroom. When he returned to the bed, he jumped up on it and leaned over and sucked on my limp dick and then kissed it and looked up at me and said, “I love your penis. It is the greatest penis in the world.”

He got off of the bed and reached down and got a hold of my foot and started licking the bottom of it expecting me to have the same reaction that he had. I just lie there and let him lick it. He turned my foot loose and let it flop down on to the bed and told me that I was a bastard. Then he told me to get my fat ass off the bed that we were going down stairs and play volleyball. I grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him back on the bed. I asked him if he knew how to set up the ball for his team mate to spike it. He looked at me like I was crazy and then answered, “Certainly. Those guys playing this morning were playing like a bunch of pussies.” I pulled him over and looked him in the eye and said, “So I am a bastard am I? Well get your ass up and let’s go show those pussies how to play volleyball.”

James and I lucked up and both got on the same team. We only played two short games beating our opponents unmercifully. I would either set the ball up for James or he would set it up for me. Our opponents had no idea how to handle a spiked ball. I was surprised at myself for being able to play as well as I did and how fast it all came back to me including my ability to serve the ball. My only problem was that I could not get used to the fact that when James or I made a good play, our naked team mates would hug us and/or slap us on our bare rears. One of our team mates got fresh with James and kept sticking his finger up James sill lubricated anus. James yelled out at him one time and told him that if he did it again that he might loose his finger.

After we quit playing, we set down and watched the others continue. They began to try and play like James and I had played. Some of them were catching on real fast and were soon pretty good at it.

James asked me what I wanted to drink, as it was cocktail time. I told him to get me whatever he was going to have. I have never drunk alcoholic drinks very much but the drink that James brought me tasted real good and having exerted myself both while having sex and then at playing volleyball I was thirsty. I gulped the whole glass down. James handed me what remained in his glass and went and got us another drink. By the time he got back I had finished off his glass. I was starting on my third glass. As I was watching them play volleyball I began to see two balls and each player had a twin. I asked James what I was drinking. I think he told me a “Long Island Tea” or something like that. Whatever it was it hit me like a rock but I did not have sense enough to not finish the third glass. I have a vague recollection of Erick, Scott and James getting me on my feet and heading me to the lodge.

The next thing I remembered, I was laying on the bed and James was sucking on my dick and telling me to get up that it was time to go for dinner. He informed me that Scott’s room was next door and that he and Erick were going to dinner with us. My head was still swimming and James helped me put on my swimsuit and T-shirt. I had just gotten dressed when Scott and Erick knocked on our door. They came inside, looked at me, and started laughing. The three of them managed to get me to the dinning room and after I had eaten I began to recover.

Scott leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Thanks again for your pep talk this morning. Erick and I have made out twice and he is spending the night with me tonight.”

He kissed me on my cheek. I had forgotten that I had told James that Scott was after my body.

James said, “Scott! Keep your fucking hands off of him. He is my man.”

Scott replied, “I know that you lucky Bitch. I tried to seduce him this morning, but he told me that he liked the way you suck his cock. So I seduced your friend Erick.”

I looked over at Erick wondering what he might be thinking about what was going on. He smiled at me and winked. I gathered that Scott had told him about our conversation. James was still a little huffy but by the time we left the dinning room all was forgotten. As we were leaving, jokingly I suggested that we have a cocktail before we went to our rooms. Erick suggested that we take a dip in the swimming pool instead. We put our arms around each other and the four of us went to the pool, took off our clothes and jumped in. We got to playing around,. grabbing asses and a lot of foolishness. I was standing in the water close to the side of the pool and Scott came over and stood next to me. We were watching James and Erick trying to duck each other. Scott put his arms on the side of the pool and raised his body up to the surface of the water to show me his erection. I took a hold of it and stroked it a couple of times admiring how big it was and what a nice cock he had when erect. Scott smiled and told me that he just thought that I might like to see and feel it. I told him that he was a doll and had made my day brighter. We moved far enough away from each other to not cause any more controversy with James or Erick.

After we got out of the pool, we went to our rooms. I used the bathroom and when I came out James had turned on the TV and was sprawled out on his back lying on the bed with his head propped up looking at the program. He motioned for me to lie down beside him. I looked at the TV and there was a gay porn movie showing. I guess I had a questionable expression on my face and James told me that Rooster’s had a closed circuit TV and showed gay porn movies every night.

I lay down beside him. He put his arm under my neck and pulled me up close to him. The scene that was showing had four nice looking young men having sex together. Both of us got erections and while we watched the movie we held each other’s erections and periodically kissed each other. The longer we watched the movie the hotter we got. Every once in a while we would go down on each other for a minute or two. We had watched the movie for about thirty minutes or so. I looked over at James and he was starring at me and had not been watching the movie. I asked him if something was wrong?

“I can’t watch it anymore. If I do I will shoot off. Ted, I don’t want you to leave tomorrow. I’ve never known anyone like you before.”

I moved so I was on my side. I put my leg and arm on across his body and rose up and looked at him into his eyes. “James, I have never met anyone like you before. I don’t want to go home tomorrow but I have to get back to my job. You will never know how much I have enjoyed being with you.”

I kissed him and laid my head down next to his. We did not say anything to each other for several minutes. I knew that tears were rolling down the side of his face and he kept wiping them off. I did not know what to say or do. We both were sad. In an effort to break the spell we were in, I asked him if he would fuck me. I told him that it had been years since I had been fucked. He told me that he would. I got up and got a condom and the lube. I stood at the end of the bed and looked at his beautiful body. I never wanted to forget what he looked like. He looked up at me and smiled. I turned the movie off and returned to the bed. I reached down and grabbed his foot and pretended that I was going to lick it again. He quickly kicked me with his other foot forcing me to let go. He jumped up in bed and started passionately kissing me and then pushed me down onto my back. He moved up so I could suck his cock for a short time, and then he moved and went down on me several times before he lifted my legs up and I grabbed a hold of them. He rimmed my anus for a time before he applied the lube. He put on the condom and it was not long before he had penetrated and began fucking me.

He had fucked me for ten or so minutes. I was enjoying the hell out of being fucked, but I wanted his cock in my mouth at the same time. Since that was not possible, I made the choice that I would prefer being fucked in the mouth in preference to being fucked in the ass. I let my desires be known to him and he told me that he would also prefer that.

James got off the bed and went into the bathroom and returned with another one of his surprises. He had two dildos that were wrapped in cellophane. He smiled and told me that they were another service provided by Rooster’s. He took the cellophane off and applied lube to one of them and slipped it into my asshole. He took the other one and put lube on it and handed it to me. He then applied lube to his own asshole and lay down on top of me and began fucking me in my mouth and sucking on my cock at the same time. I put the dildo in his asshole and began fucking him with it while he was fucking my mouth. At the same time he was fucking me with the dildo and sucking me off. I could not imagine anything that would equal the pleasure we both were receiving. With the stimulation we were encountering it was impossible to delay orgasms for very long. James began shooting off a number of rounds of his delectable cum and then I began having an unforgettable pleasurable ejaculation. We sucked each other off until we both were satisfied and became flaccid. There was no hope for another ejaculation from either of us for a while.

James moved so he was lying on top of me. He had one of his legs on each side of me. He adjusted our cocks so they were side by side, and he put one of his arms under my neck. He kissed me a couple of times before laying his head next to mine. He was holding my hand with his other hand. I had removed the dildo from my asshole, but he chose to leave the one in his. Within a few minutes he was sound asleep. I lay there thinking how fortunate I was to be with him. I was so happy, gratified and at ease because of what had taken place. I could not refrain from shedding a few tears of joy. I used my free hand and gently rubbed his back until I fell into a sound sleep.

I woke up the next morning and James appeared to not have moved a muscle. He was still on top of me sound asleep. Having had the experience to trying to wake him up the previous morning I knew that it was not going to be an easy task to get him off of me. Somehow I managed to squirm my way from under him and went to use the bathroom. I shaved and showered before attempting to wake him up. This time I used a different technique in awaking him. His foot was readily available. With a couple of licks within seconds he was wide-awake and headed to the bathroom.

We ate breakfast and went to the beach for a walk before having to check out and catching my flight home. When we got to the beach, Erick and Scott were on their surfboards ridding a wave. We walked a good distance down the beach holding hands and not saying very much to each other. We knew that time together was drawing to an end. I would look at James and he would just shake his head as if telling me it was not necessary to say anything. He knew what I was thinking and I knew what he was thinking.

On our way back we talked to Scott and Erick for a few minutes. I hugged their necks and told them goodbye.

When we got back to our room, I gathered up the few things that I needed to put in my bag before I dressed to leave. James had picked up my swimsuit and brought it to me. He started to hand it to me but hesitated and asked if he might keep it as a memento. I told him that he was welcome to it that I most likely would never have an opportunity to wear it again. We exchanged addresses, phone numbers and email addresses and promised to keep in touch. Knowing that we most likely would not have the opportunity to say goodbye after we left the room, we hugged and kissed.

We got dressed, checked out and I paid the expenses we had incurred at the Rooster’s Resort and James drove me to the airport. I got my things from his car, thanked him again for everything and insisted that he should not go into the airport to see me off.

During my flight home, my mind was racing and I was having all kinds of thoughts. I was dreading going back to work and to be surrounded with females all the time. I thought about James and what a good time I had with him. I wanted to do something extra special for him but did not know what to do. I thought that maybe I could pay for his tuition and his books to help him finish his education. I thought about paying his way to come and see me. It even occurred to me that I could fly back in the next few weeks and we could go back to Rooster’s Resort for a weekend. I had a lot of things on my mind and a lot of possibilities to think about.

One of the first things I did when I got home was to check my email. I scanned through the number of emails I had received and there was one from James that I opened first.

It read: “Would you model your swimsuit for me again? PLEASE!!!!” Signed, James.


HOPE YOU LIKED MY STORY. I WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE YOUR COMMENTS.

Kevin
unoponcho

 
Re: My First Experience At A Gay Nudist Resort

yes, he he, number 1 again, liked it too, kev just keep up the good work....
met people from Kuwait, at work, got the hottest one blushing...oh he is so hot, work at an international company

BDX
 
Re: My First Experience At A Gay Nudist Resort

Thanks Kevin
I am a nudist myself and it sure stirred up a lot of, uh you know.
By the way , where is this place. ??

Thanks again, Shea
:=D: :kiss:
 
Re: My First Experience At A Gay Nudist Resort

Kevin, the story seems very real. I have been there, and I think when such a situation is true to life, the kid may forget you later, but he will never forget a man loved him, maybe many men made love, but few will love you with their heart. The problem is , many times it occures in inconvient times. I had a young man whom I thought he was falling in love with me, but he was seperated from his wife, and there was always that chance he could go back together with her, and my advise to him, was forget me, go with her. Better to resolve things while you are young, not years later. Good story. tks.
 
Weekend Leave—“I give you good time”

Weekend Leave—“I give you good time

By Kevin---Unoponcho

I was reared in a small community. My father worked for the U. S. Postal Service and did not make a whole lot of money. There were no jobs available for my mother so she was a housewife. We were just barely able to get by on my Dad’s salary. After I graduated from high school there were no jobs in the community for me. I felt that I had to get away from my parents and my hometown. I took the easy and only way I knew to get away and I joined the Army.

After I finish basic training I was sent to a God forsaken Army base that was in a desolate area. There was hardly any kind of vegetation of any kind for miles around. My mom had a sister who was two year older, and she and her husband lived in a small community about thirty miles from the base. I had never met my aunt and uncle. My mother and her sister had not seen each other in twenty or more years. When Mom learned where I was stationed, she wanted me to go see and meet Aunt Edna and Uncle Bob.

A number of letters were sent back and forth between my Mom and Aunt Edna and Mom, Aunt Edna and I. Aunt Edna extended an invitation for me to come a visit with them. I got a weekend pass and caught a bus on a Friday just after lunch to meet and visit with Aunt Edna and Uncle Bob. Aunt Edna was to meet me when I got off of the bus.

The bus stopped in front of the grocery store and Aunt Edna was waiting on me. She had no trouble recognizing me since I had on my uniform and there was no one else that got off of the bus. We introduced ourselves and we walked two blocks and were at her house. It was an old house that was in poor condition very similar to Mom and Dad’s house. In fact everything looked very similar to my hometown except there were less trees and a whole lot more sand.

Aunt Edna took me into their “guest room” and told me that that would be where I would be staying. It was a small room with a bed and a straight back wooden chair. There were two windows that were open. One of them had an old screen on it and the screen on the other one was lying on the outside on the ground broken. The house was not air-conditioned and was very hot and uncomfortable. I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and went back into the other part of the house where Aunt Edna had a glass of lemonade waiting for me. We sat down at the table and talked and we got acquainted. She was very nice and reminded me of Mom.

She told me that the hub of the community was the grocery store that had a large front porch that had tables and chairs on it where the men would gather and play games. The front porch of the grocery store and a concrete slab with a basketball hoop on the school playgrounds provided the recreation and social life for the community and surrounding areas.

We talked about Mom and about my growing up and joining the Army and she told me about her past life and some things about Uncle Bob. She told me that Uncle Bob was a mechanic and worked on cars or any kind of machinery for the local people. She suddenly jumped up and told me that she had to start getting supper ready and said that they always had supper early and went to bed early. I got up and set the table and did what I could to help her. We had just gotten the food on the table when Uncle Bob came home from work. He was covered with dirt and grease. He washed up some before coming in and introducing himself. I discovered right away that he was a man of very few words. He never said anything unless you asked him a question.

As we were eating supper I looked out of the window and I saw a young man running in the field in back of the house and he was headed towards us. I first thought that he was naked but when he got closer to the house I could see that he had on very short shorts the same color of his skin. I asked whom the young man was that was running towards us.

Uncle Bob said, “We call him Chief. Don’t know his real name.”

The Aunt Edna said, “He is a Indian buck and lives on the reservation that is a few miles form here. He runs everywhere he goes. Comes into town every afternoon to watch the teenage boys play basketball and then runs back to the reservation.”

I interrupted her. “Did you see that? He just hurdled your fence in your back yard like a deer. He is running barefooted.”

Aunt Edna continued, “He does that all the time. He is a strange one. He never talks very much. I feel sorry for him. There are no young people left on the reservation. Just a few elderly people. I understand all his family is dead except his grandfather. Chief takes care of his grandfather who refuses to leave the reservation.”

“How old is Chief?”

“I don’t know. I would say nineteen, wouldn’t you Bob?”

“Yeah!”

After we finished dinner, Uncle Bob went out and sat down on the front porch. I helped Aunt Edna clean up after supper and we went out and joined Uncle Bob on the porch. He just sat there rocking in his chair and never said anything. Aunt Edna and I talked a while and I saw the teenage boys playing basketball on the school playgrounds not too far from the house. I told Aunt Edna and Uncle Bob that I was going to walk over and watch the boys play.

Of course I was lying. The only reason I wanted to go over there was to get a better look at Chief. I was only able to get a glimpse of him as he was running by the house.

As soon as I left the house, I could see Chief who was leaning up against the wall of the schoolhouse and he was watching me. I was also looking at him. The closer I got, the better looking he was. I walked up to the schoolhouse and leaned up against the wall about twelve feet from him. I was looking him up and down and he was doing the same to me. I smiled at him and nodded my head and said hello. He never cracked a smile but nodded back.

There were seven teenage boys playing. Most of them were fourteen or fifteen years old. They were having a great time. The basketball came towards Chief and he caught it and threw it back to the boys. Then he moved over closer to me. I could see that he was not wearing anything under his shorts.

He leaned over and quietly asked, “You visit Edna and Bob?”

“Yeah! They are my Aunt and Uncle. I am visiting them tonight and tomorrow night.”

“Good! Would you swim with me tomorrow afternoon?”

“Is there a place to swim around here? I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“Swim on reservation. Indian territory. No swimsuit necessary.”

“Sure I would love to go swimming with you.”

“Good! Follow trail I made. Leave after lunch tomorrow. I meet you on trail. Take you to swim hole. I give you good time.”

“I’m looking forward to it Chief.”

For several minutes we did not say anything. We just kept glancing at each other. I did have the distinct impression that when the Chief said that he would give me a good time that both of us were on the same wave length, and he was talking about having sex with me. The bulge in his shorts would certainly tend to indicate that I was correct, and he without a doubt noticed that I had a bulge in my shorts.

“You know my name. What your name?”

“Sam”

“Nice name Sam. I like to run. Full moon tonight. I run tonight. Might not can wait until tomorrow to show good time. Might visit you tonight. You staying in back corner bedroom?”

“Yeah!”

“I go see about my grandfather now. Later Sam.”

“See you Chief.”

He took off running like a bat out of hell. His shoulder length glistening jet-black hair was flying in the air. His muscular legs and hard body was a sight to see in action. I was a bit confused by what he said, but all I could do is to wait and see what happened.

I walked back to my aunt and uncle’s. I told them that Chief had invited me to go swimming tomorrow afternoon.

Uncle Bob said, “Chief’s a good kid.”

Aunt Edna and I talked some more. The sun went down and we were beginning to have trouble finding something to talk about. Uncle Bob stood up and announced that it was time to go to bed. From Aunt Edna’s reaction, God had spoken. We all got up and went into the house. Their bedroom was directly across the hall from mine. Aunt Edna told me goodnight and for me to sleep as late as I wanted to. I went into my room and closed the door knowing that it would be cooler if I left it open, but I wanted my privacy as well as them to having their privacy.

There was not a closet in my room but there was a clothes rack and hangers on the back of the door. I hung up my uniform and moved the chair up next to my bed. I got my toilet kit out of my bag, opened it up and put it on the seat of the chair. I removed my clothes including my briefs and hung them on the back of the chair. I turned out the lights, pulled down the top sheet so I could reach it if I needed it. It was getting a little cooler and the wind had picked up some furnishing some breeze in the room. I lay down on my back and stretched out on the bed. I looked out of the window and saw the full moon. I began to thinking about Chief, and was wondering if he were out there somewhere running. I remembered seeing him hurdle the fence. It occurred to me that he should train to be an Olympian in the track and field events. I got a hard-on just thinking about him. I fell asleep while stroking my dick.

Some time during the night I woke up and saw Chief climbing though the window that was missing it’s screen. He was moving like a cat and not making a sound. With the full moon light we could see each other. He saw that I was naked and still had a hard-on. We did not say anything to each other. He just removed his shorts revealing his hard-on and climbed in bed with me.

Without any of the usual preliminaries, he took a hold of my dick and started beating me off. I reach over and started doing the same to him.

It was not long before he was indicating that he wanted me to fuck him. I rummaged though my toilet kit and got a rubber and lube. I started off fucking him doggie style. We kept changing positions, and before I shoot off, I think that I had fucked him in ever position possible. After I had finished, he started to get up and leave. I was some what taken back, but I grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled him back on the bed with me. He seemed shocked. When I went down on him, he was even more surprised. I gathered that he had never had a blowjob before nor had ever given one. I gave him the full treatment and enjoyed ever minute of it. When he was ready to shoot off, he tried to pull out of my mouth and I would not let him. I could tell that he was concerned about shooting off in my mouth. He reached the point that he did not have a choice and shot off while I he was deep in my throat. The only sound that he made was a deep sigh and a low moaning sound of relief and pleasure. He just lay there completely relaxed and looking at me with a bewildered expression on his face, and kept looking down at his semi-hard dick. After several minutes he hopped off of the bed and pulled on his shorts.

He leaned over and whispered, “Tomorrow we swim, No? Tomorrow, you do it to me again?”

I smiled and nodded my head. He waved and jumped out of the window and took off running.

I took off my used rubber and quietly slipped out of the door and went into the bathroom to flush it down the commode. I went back to bed and lay there wondering if all this really happened.

I woke up at eight o’clock the next morning. Uncle Bob had already gone to work and Aunt Edna was cooking cookies. I knew that she was only cooking cookies because of my being there. She fixed breakfast for me and got a cup of coffee and set down to talk. I began to quiz her about the Indian reservation and about the Indians who lived there. Surprisingly she did not know much about them. She gave me the impression that the people in the community more or less completely ignored them. The Indians would come into town for their supplies and leave. A number of years ago some of the Indian children attended the public schools but most of them dropped out before graduating from high school or had moved off of the reservation. I had the impression that Chief was one of those that had dropped out of school.

After finishing breakfast and talking of a while, I noticed that Aunt Edna had a grocery lists lying on the counter. I picked up the list and looked at it while she was not looking. I could read her handwriting and had no questions about what was on the list. I slipped it into my pocket and told her that I was going for a walk. I went to the grocery store and bought everything that was on the list plus a few other things that I thought that they could use. Being Saturday morning most all the chairs and tables in front of the grocery store were filled with older men playing dominoes, cards or checkers. The inside of the grocery store was busy with women that appeared to be doing their weekly grocery shopping.

When I returned to the house with the groceries, Aunt Edna was shocked that I had bought groceries for them. She kept trying to reimburse me and I would not let her. I told her that I would settle for some cookies to take back to the base with me tomorrow.

Uncle Bob came home for lunch. The whole hour he was there, I bet he did not say more than a dozen words. None of them were to me. He had about as much personality as a dirty dishrag. Aunt Edna fixed a real good lunch, but I was not very hungry. It could have been because of all the cookies I had eaten or over the excitement of meeting Chief to go swimming or both.

I was just barely out of sight of the house. Chief was setting by the trail waiting on me. He greeted me with a wave of the hand and put his arm around my shoulder. I was anticipating that he would expect me to run with him to where ever we were going, but he walked with me. We took across some wasteland and then we went over a small ridge and were in a different type of terrain. Chief was quiet as usual. When we got close to where we where going, he simply pointed and looked at me.

Once we got there it was a fairly nice size pool of water that was feed by a spring. There were a few trees around the pond. Being realist, it was not a particularly pretty area, but with it being so hot and not expecting to see any water, it was a beautiful sight. Chief was only wearing running shorts, and he was carrying moccasins around his neck. The moccasins appeared to have been handmade. I had on a pair of shorts and sandals. Neither one of us wasted any time getting undressed.

As we were wading into the water, he had his hand on my shoulder. We got about knee deep, and he stopped me. He said, “Water is cold. We are hot. Best to cool body down gradually. I show you.”

He reached down and picked up hands full of water and putting it on my legs. He kept scooping up water and working his way up my body until he had completely covered me with the cold water. When I lowered myself into the cold water, it was not near the shock as it would have been if I jumped into it without him wetting me down. I stood up and was going to do the same thing to him.

He was looking at me, and for the first time I saw him smile. He pointed at my crotch, and said; “Cold water got your pecker and nuts small just like it makes mine. When we get out, get warm, yanking off feels real good.”

I looked down and he had a full erection. I started putting water on his legs and rubbing them just like he had done to me. To my disappointment he soon lost his erection when put cold water in that area. It did feel great to be able to feel his strong hard body. It made me horny even though I was not getting an erection. I also delighted in seeing the beads of water on his beautiful skin. After I had got water all over him, he dove into the water and started to swim into the deeper part of the pond. There was only a small part of the pond that was over our heads. Chief was a good swimmer and just gliding across the surface with grace and ease. He was propelling himself with his strong legs and feet and only used his arms to change directions. The way I was swimming looked very awkward in comparison to the way he swam. He was swimming in circles around me. Looking at his body in action, and in motion was a sight to behold. His magnificent shaped buttocks stuck out of the water more than any other part of his body.

After he had swam for a considerable length of time, he swam up behind my back. He put his arms around me.

“Sam! I make you feel good. You to make me feel good like you did last night? That was a nice feeling. Nobody make me feel good before. You first white man been with. My Indian brothers use me as their squaw. They never make me feel good.”

As we stood in water shoulder high, he began fondling my balls and dick. They were shriveled up from he cold water but was very sensitive to the touch, and he was making me feel so wonderful. He rubbed my butt, back, shoulders, abdomen, stomach, and chest. Then he just held me against him for several minutes. Then he asked me if I minded making him feel good. I did the same thing to him that he had done to me, but after I had held him I lead him up to knee-deep water and took his cold penis into my warm mouth. He let go a loud almost painful yelping noise that could have been heard a long distance away. As I used my tongue and mouth started too excited and warm him up, he began to get an erection. Chief was showing me that he was enjoying my sucking him off more than anyone I had ever sucked off before. Every time I looked up and saw the expressions on his face, he was showing nothing but pure joy and bliss. He was in another world and was causing me to want to please him as much as I could. He would put his hands on my head for a moment or two, and then hold his buttocks or put them behind his necks, and twisted his upper body. He could hardly keep his feet still. I kept thinking that he was about to do an Indian dance at any time. Not that I was keeping time or anything but I must have sucked his dick and balls for at least thirty minutes and enjoyed every second of it. When he shot off, you probably could have heard him for a mile.

It was just one continuous long loud, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

I lost count of the rounds of cum that he shot off into my mouth and throat. When he had finished ejaculating, he stumble to the bank and fell down on the shoreline as though he was exhausted. I waded over and set down beside him. He put his hand on my leg, looked at me, shook his head and started grinning at me.

After he recuperated, he said, “Sam, I’m sorry, I can’t do you what you did to me. Not now anyway……My grandfather has a bottle of liquor. He will get drunk and pass out……I will run tonight. I may visit you again tonight. You fuck me then if you want. Now, lay back. I yank you off.”

He really gave me no choice and I did not give him any resistance. I lay on my back put my hands behind my head, while he administered the best jacking off that anyone or I had ever done to myself. He must have been right about the cold water causing you to feel good after your dick got warm again. I shoot off all over him and myself. I was surprised when he licked some of my cum off of his hand.

“Taste good. Never taste before.”

We took another dip in the pond to clean up. When we got out we put on our shoes, picked up our shorts, put our arms around each other’s waist, and walked naked until we almost got to the trail before we put our shorts on.

When we got to the trail, I said, “Chief, I enjoyed the swim”.

He grabbed his dick, shook it, and said, “Me too! Maybe see you tonight.”

He took off his moccasins waved and started running in one direction and I walked in the other direction back towards the house.

I got there just as Aunt Edna had put the food on the table. This time I was hungry and ate everything in sight. Uncle Bob invited me to go to the grocery store and play games with the men. I don’t think he was too surprised when I declined his invitation. Aunt Edna had dug out her photograph album and we went out on the front porch while she showed me her collection of photos. I almost wished that I had gone with Uncle Bob. After some time looking at photos, without trying to be discourteous, I asked Aunt Edna if I could have some of her cookies and a glass of milk. She of course told me that I could. I went inside and got the milk and cookies and went back out on the front porch. This stopped the session of looking at the photos.

When we saw Uncle Bob headed towards the house, Aunt Edna started gathering everything up and I knew that it was time to go to bed even though the sun had barely gone down. Before I went to my bedroom, I asked Aunt Edna to be sure I was up in time to catch the nine o’clock bus in the morning. After everyone said goodnight to each other, I went into my bedroom, took off my clothes and packed everything except what I was going to wear in the morning and my toilet kit. I turn off my light, and went over and sat naked in the windowsill, looked at the moon and stars, and thought about Chief out there somewhere running like a deer. I don’t know how long I sat there daydreaming before I lie down on the bed and fell asleep.

Some time in the wee hours of the night, I woke up and Chief was going down on me. I do not know how long he had been sucking on my dick, but I had a roaring hard-on and was well on my way towards ejaculation. When he realized that I was awake, he moved so I could suck his hard dick at the same time. He was demonstrating that he was enjoying himself sucking a dick for the first time by the way he was sucking on my dick and fucking my mouth. After a reasonable amount of time, he shot off first and seconds later I shot off. We sucked each other’s dicks until we were semi-hard. He stood up and put on his shorts. Reached over and slapped me on my rear before he jumped out of the window and took off running. I got out of bed and watched him hurdle the fence and watch him until he was out of sight. I heard in the distance the sound of coyotes howling. I did not know if Chief were making the sounds or if they were coyotes.

I was up, shaved, and dressed when Aunt Edna called me to breakfast. She and Uncle Bob were dressed up, and told me that they were going to go to Sunday school and church after I caught
my bus. While we were eating breakfast, Uncle Bob told us that he woke up some time during the night and heard coyotes howling. He said that he had not heard coyotes in over fifteen years.

I had said my goodbyes and all to Aunt Edna and Uncle Bob, had caught my bus, had a bag of Aunt Edna’s cookies, and was on my way back to the Army base. I had done my duty as a loving son so Mom should now be happy. I was glad that I had gone to meet and visit with Aunt Edna and Uncle Bob, but it was Chief whom I enjoyed meeting the most. I felt a little guilty in that I had corrupted a Native American by teaching him about blowjobs. Now if I can get my dick to go down before the bus stops and lets me off at the base, I will be just fine.

Keep on howling, Chief. I just may pay Aunt Edna and Uncle Bob another visit. I will make sure there is a full moon.


YOUR RESPONSES AND COMMENTS ARE MOST WELCOMED.

Kevin
unoponcho

 
Re: Weekend Leave—“I give you good time”

can you send him over
the guy you talked about, seems hoy
 
Re: Weekend Leave—“I give you good time”

Hi Kevin
Thank you for that beautiful story, so fresh and down to earth.
What a talent you have. I have just started reading your stories
and am looking forward to reading many more.
Is it possible for part 2, I would love to see them get together
again, seems like they have a good thing going. Just a thought.
Enjoyed it very much, thanks again.
Jim
 
My Younger Brother’s Best Friend---College Family Weekend

My Younger Brother’s Best Friend---College Family Weekend

By Kevin—unoponcho

Note: The following story is a sequel to My Younger Brother’s Best Friend that is posted on a separate thread. For continuity, I suggest that you read the first part of the story before reading the sequel

Click here for My younger brother's best friend http://justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=27861

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The last week had been the longest week in my life. I could hardly wait for Harry, Mom and Dad to arrive for the Family Weekend. Saturday morning I got up early and cleaned up my dorm room. I was waiting out on the steps of my dorm at 10:00AM for their arrival. I saw Mom and Dad’s car coming down the street towards the dorm. I ran to the street to meet them. I was anxious to see for sure that Harry was in the car.

They pulled up to the curb. Dad had his window rolled down. I looked inside the car and Harry was in the backseat grinning at me. After I properly greeted everyone, Dad told me that they were going to drop off Harry and go check into their motel room, and would return in thirty minutes or so. Harry jumped out of the car with his overnight bag, and Mom and Dad drove off. I put my arm around Harry’s shoulder and we went to my dorm room.

When we got to my room, Butch, my roommate was there. He had just finished packing a few things that he was going to take with him while he was going to be away for the weekend. I took Harry’s bag and put it in my closet, and introduced Harry to Butch.

Butch was a senior majoring in physical education and aspired to be a coach some day. Butch was mainly interested in coaching, swimming, track and field, gymnastics, and tennis.

Harry sat down on my bed and started to talk to Butch. I could not get a word in edge wise. Harry was extremely interested in everything that Butch had to say about his interest in athletics and possibility of coaching. I had to interrupt their conversation, and tell Harry that it was time for us to go back downstairs, and meet my parents. Harry and Butch told each other that they were glad to meet each other. Butch told me that he would see me Monday morning.

Mom and Dad were in their car waiting on us when we got downstairs. They wanted to drive around the campus before we had lunch. I pointed out the different buildings and places of interest. When we drove by the stadium, there were already people there for the football game. Mom and Dad had already seen the campus with the exception of a couple new buildings that had just been completed. Harry seemed extremely interested.

We went to the cafeteria for lunch where I ate most of my meals. While we were eating, Harry saw someone he knew. After we finished eating, he excused himself and went over to the guy’s table and talked with him for several minutes. When he returned, he told us that he and Wayne were classmates in high school and they had lost track of each other after graduation, and he had no idea that Wayne was going to college here.

During the football game, Dad and Harry had a great time. Mom and I were seated next to each other, and we could have cared less about the game. We spent the whole time talking. When the game was over, I knew that our team had won, but Mom and I were not impressed or excited.

When we got to the car, Dad told me that he and Mom wanted to have some time together and they would drop Harry and I off at my dorm and would come by Sunday morning and have lunch with me and pick up Harry before they went home. When we got to the dorm, I invited Dad to come in and see my dorm room so he could come to my room Sunday morning when they were ready to go to lunch.

After Dad left, I suggested to Harry that we go to dinner early in hopes of beating the crowd. As it turned out, everyone one else must have had the same idea. After Harry and I got our trays of food, every table in the dinning room was taken. Harry spotted his friend Wayne that was seated at a table by himself. Harry suggested that we set with Wayne.

Harry asked Wayne if we might join him, and he told us to set down. Harry introduced me to him. We got to talking and learned that Wayne and I were in the same dorm. We told each other our room numbers, and were surprised that his room was upstairs directly over me. Wayne and Harry talked about old times at their high school and they asked each other about other classmates. I found out that Wayne knew my brother, Tim, but did not know him very well. I also learned that Wayne was a music major. Wayne finished eating before we had finished, and excused himself and left.

I asked Harry if Wayne was gay. Harry told me that he was, and that he would tell me about him later.

When we got back to my room, Harry asked, “Since you don’t have a whirlpool bathtub, where are the showers? I need to take a bath”.

I tossed him a towel, and told him to get undressed and I would show him. We got undressed and both of us got erections.

Harry said, “Man, I’ve had hard-ons ever since last weekend. Every time I think about you I get hard. I’m so damn horny that I think that I can shoot off a dozen times in a row”.

“You’re not by yourself. I could hardly wait until you got here.”

I knelt down in front of him, and was going to suck his cock, but he backed away and told me that he really needed to take a shower first. He wrapped the towel around himself and asked for another towel to hold in front of him to hide his erection while we went to the showers.

There were two shower stalls in the restroom that were used by the residents of six rooms. The stalls were large and it was not uncommon for two people to use one stall if the other one was in use. Someone was in one of the stalls when Harry and I went into the restroom, so Harry and I shared one of the stalls. We took advantage of the opportunity to soap and rub each other’s bodies, which just added to our desire to have sex with each other. When we finished showering and drying off, we needed the two towels each of us had more than ever to conceal our erections while we went back to my room. When we got out into the hall after leaving the restroom, Harry’s towel fell off from around his waist revealing his bare ass. He reached down and picked it up, and held it in front of him along with the other towel. Two guys came out of a room and saw Harry’s bare ass and whistle. Harry strutted down the hall grinning and ignoring the two guys. I could not help but laugh, and Harry started laughing. We were laughing so hard that it was making it difficult for me to unlock the door to my room.

When we got inside my room, and I shut and locked my door, Harry said, “If those guys liked my ass, what do you think they would have thought about my hard cock, if I had showed it to them.”

I replied, “They would have been as jealous as hell”.

Harry had tossed his towels on to my roommate’s bed, and then he took mine and added them onto the pile. He put his hands on my shoulders, pushed me onto my bed, and lay down beside me in a sixty-nine position. We began sucking each other’s cocks like there were no tomorrow. We had been giving head to each other for several minutes and Harry rolled me over on top of me and we continued to give each other head in this position for some time.

Then he rolled me over so we were on our sides again, and he said, ”Tonight this is going to be a five course meal. I am about to serve you the appetizer. Are you ready for it?”

With his cock buried in my throat, I replied, “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm”.

He responded by sucking on my cock like he had done the last time. He was moving his head back and forty at an unbelievable rapid speed like an automatic machine. He was bringing me to an inevitable climax that was impossible to delay for any length of time. He started shooting off just after I start my ejaculation down his throat. Neither one of us stop giving head until we both were spent, and our cocks got soft. Giving each other a blowjob was somewhat like a quickie, but we knew that this was only the beginning of a sex marathon for the night.

Harry got off of my bed, patted my rear affectionately, and sat down on my roommate’s bed facing me. He looked at me and said, “My good friend! I need a short break and I will be ready to go again. That was a great beginning. For or grand finale, I want to fuck you…..Hey! I just bought myself a computer. I don’t know anything about computers, but I have heard that there is a lot of gay porn that is available. Have you ever searched for gay porn on your computer?”

I replied, “Sure have. Do you want to see some of the sites that I have book marked? I, also, have a CD disk that I have downloaded gay porn movies.”

“I would like to see both. I knew when I came onto a college campus that I would get a little bit of education.”

I got off of the bed and opened the door to my closet. I was standing on my tiptoes looking for the CD that I had tucked away on the top shelf. Harry came up behind me and knelt down and reached between my legs, and pulled his bag out of the closet. He leaned over, and with his juicy tongue he licked the crack of my ass before he stood back up. He put his bag on my roommate’s bed and got out a pair of briefs to put on. Then he pulled out a half dozen or more condoms and a large jar of KY and put them on the bed, before returning his bag to the closet.

I had found the CD and put it by the computer. Since Harry had put on his briefs I put on mine. I set down at my computer and brought up a site that I had book marked. Harry was standing behind me watching what I was doing. When the site came up on the screen, I used the mouse and showed him some to the things on the site. There were men nude, partially nude, some with erections and some not, and some men having sex. I looked around, and Harry’s eyes were as big as saucers. He could not believe what he was seeing. After looking at a couple sites, Harry was standing up close to my back, and he pulled his stiff cock out of his briefs and slowly stroked it several times before he put it on my left shoulder. I reached up and played with it while we look at different images of men on the monitor.

He back off from behind me, and came around and swung his leg over me, and sat down on the desk in front of me and the computer so I could suck his cock. After I had given him head for several minutes, he move from in front of me and wanted me to change places with him. He set down at the computer and used the mouse to see the images that he wanted to see for several minutes and then told me to set down on the desk like he had done so he could suck my cock. We had alternated and exchanged places for numerous times. I was setting on the desk and Harry was going down on me when someone knocked on my door. I was very tempted to not answer the door, but I decided that I should. I grabbed one of the towels and tossed it to Harry who was seated at the computer, and grabbed one for myself to cover up my hard cock. I opened the door, and Wayne was there with a big grin on his face, and asked if he was interrupting anything. I told him to come in.

I told Wayne that I was showing Harry how to use a computer. Harry had disconnected the server so there was no porn showing on the screen. As Wayne walked pass my roommate’s bed he looked down and saw all the condoms and KY laying on the bed. He just smiled and walked over to my bed and sat down.

Harry had the towel in his lap and turned around in the chair, and said, “What’s up Wayne”.

“Can’t say that anything is up right now. I don’t have to ask either of you what is up. I’m sorry that I have barged in on you guys. I know that I interrupted what you were doing and what you were going to do. With all those condoms and KY over there on the bed, it is obvious that someone was going to get fucked.”

Harry replied, “The night is young. My friend was just showing me how to search the Internet for gay porn. I’ve got myself a new computer and don’t know anything about it.”

“Well, my room mate and I have had some experienced in doing searches. He searches for straight porn and I search for gay. He jacks off to his straight stuff he fines and I jack off to the gay porn. We had to start restricting our searches to thirty minutes a day. Both of us got so involved with porn that we were not studying and passing our courses.”

I said, “Boy! I understand that. It would be so easy to spend the majority of your time searching and looking at porn. Fortunately, my room mate does not like porn, and he does not know that I am gay, so I can only do it when he is not around.”

Harry stood up and adjusted his semi-hard in his briefs, and walked over and set down on the bed next to Wayne. I went over and set down where Harry had been setting.

Harry put his arm around Wayne’s shoulder, and said to me, “Wayne is a good cocksucker and has a tight asshole. He is not as good as you are, but is very close. If you ever want Wayne’s services, I’m sure he is available. Aren’t you Wayne?”

“That’s right. But I’m not the slut that you make me out to be. I’m very selective with whom I have sex with.”

“Wayne I know you are. You are so damn selective that it took me a long time to get you to have sex with me, and teach me about gay sex.”

Harry turned to me and said, “Wayne was my first sexual partner. He was the first person who I ever gave a blowjob or I ever fucked. He is the one that gave me my first blowjob. He was such a pro that he taught me everything I know in one night, which was the day before our graduation ceremonies.”

Wayne seemed to be a little embarrassed by Harry’s remarks and he felt ill at ease because he knew that he had interrupted Harry and I having sex.

He said, “I just wanted to come down and visit for a few minutes. I have a lot of studying to do, so I’m going to run. Harry it was good to see you again.”

I told Wayne to not be a stranger now that we had met. We agreed to have dinner together the following day after Harry and my parents had gone home.

After Wayne left, Harry rolled my roommate's chair over next to mine at the computer table. We resume looking at porn on the Internet. When I was using the mouse, Harry would stroke on my cock and his at the same time, and then he would use the mouse and I would stroke his and mine. We kept this up for some time and then reverted back to setting on the desk and taking turns in sucking each other’s cocks. I had not forgotten how sensitive Harry’s nipples were and I teased and pinched them while I suck on his cock. He had not forgotten how much I enjoyed his finger up my asshole while he sucked me off. Between the stimulation and attention we were giving each other and viewing the male images on the Internet, we had reached a level of eroticism that caused each of us to have another enjoyable and pleasurable climax

I put on my briefs and went down the hall and got us a coke out of the vending machine. We cut off my computer, pushed the two beds together, turned off the lights, lay down propping ourselves up with pillows and talked for an hour or so. Harry told me all about Wayne and he told me a lot of things about Tim that I did not know about my own brother. Then Harry started asking questions about the college and he was showing interest in enrolling. I suggested that he search the Internet and read about what the college had to offer and other information. I told him that I would give him my catalog, and I would get some other information together and send it to him. After having talked to Bruce, he was really interested in majoring in physical education.

After our lengthily conversation, he wanted to see some of the porn movies on my CD. We got up and returned to the computer. We had watched two short movies and both of us had obtained erections. Harry got up and put my roommates' mattress on top of mine. He helped me up on top of the two mattresses and had me lay down so my ass was at the end of the mattresses. After applying KY to my asshole and finger fucking while jacking on my meat until my hole was relaxed, he rammed his entire cock inside me. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face before I screamed out. The pain really was not that bad but I was shocked by the sudden invasion. He realized what he had done and apologized profusely.

I told him that I was going to shove a baseball bat up his ass so he would know what it felt like. When the pain subsided, I told him that he could fuck me as hard as he wanted to, but not slap my ass like he had done before. I did not want to advertise to my neighbors as to what was going on in my room.

I pulled some pillows up under my head so I would watch Harry at the end of my bed while he fucked me. He was fucking me at a slow steady pace for some time. Gradually he increased his rhythm and I played with my dick trying to get an erection. He was making me feel good but for some reason my dick would not get hard. He kept on fucking me and I would have thought by now that he would have shot off, but there were no indications to lead me to believe that he was close. He leaned over pushing my legs that were on his shoulders further back towards my head. I reached down and pinched his nipples, which seem to trigger him to go into a tizzy. He began to ram his cock all the way inside me and pulling all the way out and ramming it into me again at full force. His balls were slamming up against my ass so hard that I would have thought that it would have caused him pain, but seemingly not. But his new surge of energy and rapid movements had caused my cock to become as hard as a rock.

He leaned forward again and I pinched his nipples again. He stood straight up still slamming his cock in and out of my hole. He took a hold of my hard cock squeezing on it real hard, threw his head back, pushed his fuckpole all the way inside of me and let out a soft low moan as he shot off numerous rounds of cum. He pulled out of me, took off his used condom, and climb up on the bed with me. He straddled me and began giving me head while I sucked the cum off of his still firm erection and began giving him head.

Even though I had a firm erection, I did not have much hope that I could ejaculate again. Harry seemed to enjoy sucking on my cock and he was causing me to have a lot of pleasure. I lay back and enjoyed what he was doing to me, and I enjoyed having his fine big cock in my mouth, which I was half heartedly sucking on and teasing with my tongue. From all his activity I was smelling the aroma of his groin area. It was an aroma that I wished could be bottled and I could smell again and again in the future. The longer he sucked on my cock the more enthusiastic and enthusiasm was evident that he was determined that he was going to cause me to have another orgasm no matter how long it took him.

I began to feel the symptoms of a climax beginning to build. I started to rub his hard buttocks and tease his asshole with my finger. I was jacking on his cock and sucking it at the same time. This was causing me to get hotter by the minute. I reached for his nipples and pinched them again. He shoved his cock down my throat and I could barely breath, but at the same time he was going ape shit and sucking on my cock taking it so far down his throat that I thought that at anytime my balls would be inside his mouth. He jammed one of his fingers up my asshole and began massaging my prostrate. I had no idea that I was close to climaxing when I began to shoot off. I just kept shooting off round after round of cum into his throat. I never remember it taking so long for me to ejaculate my load.

The big surprise came when I had finished. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth several times and ejaculated for the forth time that day. I had never realized that he was even close to having another climax.

He got off and lay down beside me. We continued to suck on each other’s cocks even though they were soft until we fell asleep.

It was near ten o’clock when I woke up Sunday morning. Harry had been up, shower, shaved and was watching porn movies on the computer with a towel wrapped around his waist. We said good morning to each other and I grabbed a towel and took off to the restroom. When I got back to the room, Harry had moved the mattress back onto the other bed and had cleaned up the room. The computer was still on showing a movie. I walked over and stood in front of the computer watching the action on the monitor. Harry walked up behind me, removed my towel from my waist, put his arms around me, and was looking at the action on the monitor over my shoulder.

He had removed his towel and his naked body was next to mine. I could feel his cock getting hard and was sticking up the crack of my ass and the small of my back. He reached down and began jacking me off. The action on the movie was also getting hot. When one of the guys in the movie shot off, Harry held me real tight and I could feel his body tense up. When the movie had finished I clicked on another movie to begin. The scene was of two cute young men giving each other a blowjob at the same time. When the action began to get heavy, Harry turned me around facing him and gently pushed me down on my knees, and I began to suck him off while he watch the action on the screen. Again when one of the guys in the movie shot off, Harry’s body tensed up but this time he shot off in my mouth. He wasted no time in helping me to my feet and he dropped down and sucked on my cock until I ejaculated.

He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders and said, “My friend, all great things have to come to an end. I have had the greatest sex of my life…..We had better get some clothes on before your Dad shows up. I don’t particularly like the idea of him walking in and seeing us bare ass naked. He put his arms around me and hugged me for several minutes.”

We got dressed. I put away the CD and turned off the computer. Harry packed his bag. We looked around and could not see any evidence that we had had sex most of the night. We sat down on the bed waiting for my Dad to show up. I told Harry that I was planning on coming home in two weeks for a weekend visit. I challenged him to find away for us to get together and have sex again.

When Dad showed up, I opened the door and he stepped inside. He said, “What have you guys been doing in here? It smells like a man’s locker room. Have you all been exercising in here?”

“Yeah Dad. My roommate’s major is physical education. He has been showing me some new exercises to do. I have been showing them to Harry.”

Harry and I smiled at each other. Harry grabbed his bag and we ushered Dad out of the door.
We went to the cafeteria for lunch and then they left for home. I rushed back to my room hoping that I could smell some of the aroma that Dad had smelled. I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to study, but it was difficult to keep my mind off of Harry and the wonderful sex we had experienced. Poor Tim, he had no idea what he was missing by not having sex with Harry. I wondered what my younger brother would say when he found out that I had been having sex with his best friend.

I had almost forgotten that I was to have dinner with Wayne. That must be him knocking on my door.

The End---- (Maybe?)

SHOULD THIS STORY BE CONTINUED? WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Kevin
unoponcho
 
Re: My Younger Brother's Best Friend

Gentlemen!

A sequel to My Younger Brother's Best Friend has been posted on a seperate thread. It is titled My Younger Brother's Beast Friend---College Family Weekend.

Hope you enjoy.

Kevin
unoponchp
 
Re: My Younger Brother’s Best Friend---College Family Weekend

Hey Kevin :wave: :wave:

Mmmmmmmmm Boy *|* *|* *|* *|* *|* *|* *|*

Yes it was just as HOT and YES I would like more ?? Maybe Harry and Tim will get together and when Brother comes home the 3 of them ???? :sex: :sex: :sex: :kiss: (*8*)

As I have said be4 U R a very Gifted Writer !!! ..| ..|


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Two Timing SOB

Two Timing SOB

By Kevin----unoponcho

It had been a hot, humid, miserable record-breaking day for high temperatures. It had been a number of days since it last rained and it was very dry. The heat was causing everyone to feel irritable, myself included. It was a Saturday, and a couple of guys that I knew casually were having a party at their house. I had only seen these guys a couple of times, and having received an invitation to join them surprised me.

All week I had mixed feelings about going; I did not know how many guys would be there and wondered if I would know anyone. At the last minute, I decided to attend even though the address was far from being in the best part of town. When I arrived, I found it was an old house that needed painting and was run down. Cars were parked up and down the street and when I finally located a parking spot I had to walk a block or more to get back to the house. I could hear the noise coming from the party a half block away.

The two guys that were hosts met me at the front door. They were very friendly and made me welcome. They invited me in and told me to get myself a drink and introduce myself to the other guests. The place was packed with all type of gays. Some of them had already had a lot to drink, and others were high on drugs. I got myself a beer and started mingling with the crowd.

I had not seen anyone that I knew until I went into the den. There he sat and we saw each other at the same time. Matt was my ex-lover. He and I had broken up two months ago. Matt had become the most obnoxious, egotistical bastard that I had ever known. After being his lover for almost a year, I learned that he had been cheating on me from day one. When we parted company, we did so on unfriendly terms. My love for Matt had turned in to hate. I did not even want to be in the same room with him. In fact I did not even want to be at the same party where he was. I spotted the back door and was going to leave to get away from him. As I was going I glanced back at him and he was giving me the same disgusted look as I was giving him. Then I saw the guy setting next to him. Our eyes met and it was evident that we both were attracted to each other. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He watched me as I went out the back door.

There was a small wooden porch and a couple steps down to a graveled area. There was an old garage with two cars parked in it. The garage had no doors. It appeared that they had been removed or had fallen apart long ago. On the end of the garage was a small utility or storage room. There was a gravel driveway by the side of the house to the garage. An old wooden fence and a row of tall hedges enclosed the back yard. It was very dark out there and you could barely see anything. I set down on the steps and was drinking my beer. Just the sight of Matt had caused me to be furious again. I felt that I was over him and had not given him a thought for a couple of weeks.

I lit up a cigarette and was debating with myself about leaving. I could walk up the gravel driveway and not go back into the house. I sat there listening to the laughter and all the ruckus that was going on inside the house. I began to calm down and was feeling better when I heard someone coming out the back door. I looked around and it was the good-looking man that had been setting next to Matt.

He walked over and asked, “May I join you?”

I scooted over making room for him to set down. “Sure! Have a seat.”

“Thank you. My name is Paul.”

“Hi Paul. I’m Ken.”

“Nice to meet you Ken. I couldn’t take all that rowdiness going on inside. I thought I would come out and join you……Could I bum a cigarette?”

I handed him my pack of cigarettes and lighter. He took a one out of the pack and handed it back to me. I watched him light up and got another look as his angelic looking face. He returned my lighter and leaned back taking a puff from the cigarette. The light coming through the backdoor lit up his face, and I got a good look at him and his body. He was one more good looking dude showing a big box.

“Paul, are you with Matt?”

Paul put his hand on my knee and answered, “Well, yes and no. I’m passing through town and am staying at Matt’s place. He insisted that I come with him to the party. But to answer your question, no, I am not with Matt as his date or anything like that.”

“How long have you known Matt?”

“Matt and I were in high school together. I have not seen him in several years. He is not the same Matt that I used to know. He has changed, and not for the better, I’m afraid.”

Paul and I talked for sometime. Paul had a way of always directing the conversation around me, and wanting to get to know me. He never told me much about himself. Matt’s name was never mentioned. I did not know if Paul knew that Matt and I had been lovers. While we were talking Paul began to touch and rub me in a very affectionate way. He would rub my leg or put his hands on my shoulder while we were talking. I in turn did the same to him.

We had smoked another cigarette and finished drinking our beer. Paul stood up, took a hold of my hand, and pulled me up. He led me towards the garage. We went inside to the back of the garage in front of the parked cars. It was dark enough that no one could see us, but we could see out, and know if anyone was coming in our direction. He pulled my shirt out of my pants, unbuttoned and zipped down my pants and they dropped around my ankles. He then knelt down and pulled my under shorts down and started sucking on my hard cock. For certain this was not Paul’s first time giving head. He had had a lot of experience as a cocksucker. The more that he sucked on me the more aroused I became. He was concentrating on giving me a delightful pleasure and I was concentrating on the pleasure I was receiving. His hands were moving all over my body as far as he would reach. I had my hands holding on to his head as he pumped back and forth on my cock. We both were restricting the sounds we made to a low key so we would not be heard.

He stopped and stood up. I took off his shirt and mine, then undid his pants and dropped to my knees lowering his pants and underwear to his ankles. When I went down on him I discovered that he had a wonderful uncut penis that was the perfect size that I liked to suck and his tight rounded butt was also a big turn on. In fact everything about Paul was a turn on. While sucking his cock just looking up at his torso and the expressions on his face caused me to strive even more to want to please him, and to bring him to a memorable climax. After a considerable length of time, he did shoot off a number of jets of his love juices.

I stood up and we held each other while we both recovered from his orgasm. Then he knelt back down, and it was not long before I shoot off several streams of cum down his throat.

He got up, put both of his hands on my shoulders and we looked at each other for several moments. He then put his arms around my neck, I took a hold of his buttocks and we hugged each other real tight for another length of time.

“Ken, that was nice. Let’s get dressed and get out of here.”

We got dressed, neither one of us wanting to go back inside to the party. We went up the gravel driveway to the front of the house and started walking until we found a park. We wandered in the park and occasionally we would set down on one of the benches, smoke a cigarette, and talked about a whole lot of different things. In time we headed back to the house and the party but as we got near to my car our plans changed.

Since it was warm, we took off our shirts and got into the car. While we set there talking and smoking, we fondled, teased and played with each other’s soft dicks and nipples. During our conversation, I told Paul about my relationship with Matt and break up. Paul did not know about Matt and me but he was not surprised to hear about Matt cheating on me. He told me that Matt was now doing the same thing to two or more other guys. He told me that Matt had been coming on to him real strong since he had been visiting with him. Paul was unsure whether he was going to tell Matt that he had had sex with me. We did get a laugh over the fact that this was Paul’s last night in town and that he was sure that Matt would come on to him once they got home from the party when Paul would tell him that he had already had all the sex he wanted for the night!

As we were talking we both began to get hard-ons again. After stroking each other’s cocks for some time, we exchanged blowjobs. Feeling thoroughly spent and gratified I drove Paul back to the house so he could return to the party and Matt.

Just after we had told each other goodbye and as he was about to get out of the car, Paul told me that he was leaving in the morning, and was going to become a Catholic priest. Not being Catholic, I did not know all that involved but I assumed that Paul’s sex life was going to be rather severely curtailed. Probably I would be the last person that Paul had sex with for a considerable amount of time.

I do not know what Paul told Matt that night or what happened between them but the next time I saw Matt he would not speak to me. This was fine with me. At least he was not calling me a fucking faggot like he had done many times in the past.

A couple weeks after the party, I received a phone call from someone named Lou. He asked me to have dinner with him as he would like to meet and talk to me. He was very vague and did not want to tell me much on the telephone. He did tell me that he had been dating and having sex with Matt for some time.

That night I had dinner with Lou and throughout the meal he was very solemn and distraught. We did not talk very much until we had finished dinner. Lou told me that he had been dating Matt for four months and had been having sex. All this time Matt was telling him how much he loved him and he was the only one in his life. Lou had recently found out that Matt was supposedly committed to me during the first two months that they were going together. This had raised some red flags, so he began to inquire around and found out that Matt was also dating someone else. His name was Raymond, who matt was also leading on to believe that he was the only person in his life! Lou had not confronted Matt as yet. He was at loss as to what to do. He could not decide whether to try to meet Raymond and let him know what a louse Matt was or not.

After some discussion, Lou and I decided that the honorable thing to do was to contact Raymond, and alert him as to Matt’s dishonesty.

When they met Raymond, he brought a friend Albert with him. Albert was a very large man. Lou and I put it on the line to Raymond. At first he did not believe us, but Albert did. After we had talked, the four of us came up with a plan. Raymond had a date that night with Matt and was going to meet him at a restaurant for dinner.

The four of us waited outside the restaurant in Albert’s car until Matt arrived, and went inside, and set down at a table. Now, when four queens with their ruffled tail feathers unexpectedly approached him, Matt knew he had been had! We four gave him a piece of our minds and when we had finished, Albert reached down, picked him up by his shirt collar and ushered him to the door. Matt was as white as a sheet and was trembling all over as he left. That was the last any of us saw or heard of Matt since then and we are not sure if he is still in town.

After Matt had departed, we set down for dinner together and were laughing about the whole thing. Raymond and Lou must have not been too heart broken. Before we left the restaurant, Raymond had made a date with me to come to his place for a cookout for Friday night and Albert had asked Lou to go out with him.

From the time I walked into Raymond’s place, I felt right at home. Raymond was full of energy, very outgoing, bubbling over with personality and was a joy to be around. He was a cute as he could be and no one could help but like him. We hit it off from the beginning. As we got to know each other, we learned that we liked the same music and movie genres and had read many of the same books. He was a take-charge kind of guy but not pushy. After we had cooked hamburger’s outside on the grill, we went inside to eat. One or other of us was chattering away all the time and we had no difficulty in communicating with one another.

After we had finished dinner, we went into his den and listened to music. It all just seemed so right. Just in the short time I had known him, I felt that he was very special and that we were meant to be together. He told me that he felt the same way about me. We were setting on the couch together and Raymond being the more assertive began making love to me. As we kissed and hugged each other we began slowly taking each other’s clothes off. He removed my shirt and we would kiss and hug for a few minutes and then I took off his shirt. We continued to kiss, hug and take each other’s clothes off until we both were naked. For sometime we set on the couch stroking each other’s cocks and kissing.

We broke our embrace and seemed to know what each other were thinking as we both moved at the same time so we could suck on each other’s cocks.

With our tongues and pumping mouths we reveled in the intense pleasures and incredible satisfaction we were sharing. The longer we sucked and worshiped each other’s cocks the hotter we got causing us to reach a higher plane of lust.

Raymond backed away from my cock and said, “God, I love your big cock. You are making me feel fantastic.”

I replied, “Damn! You are incredible, man. I am enjoying the hell out of this.”

We returned to sucking and deep throating each other, concentrating still more with a stronger effort to give the most delightful gratification to the other as we knew how. My dick was so hard that I thought that it was going to burst wide open and Raymond’s cock must have felt the same way. His cock must have gotten an inch longer and was much bigger around. For some time I had been sucking and deep throating him and I had been wondering what it would feel like up my ass. I had mixed emotions, I was enjoying sucking on his cock so much that I did not want to quit but at the same time, I wanted him to fuck me.

Again we must have been reading each other’s minds. Raymond stopped sucking my cock and got up off of the couch, took a hold of my hand, helped me up and led me into his bedroom. While I was getting on the bed on my back, he got a condom and lube. He took a hold of my legs and pulled me down so my ass was to the edge of the foot of the bed. He pushed my legs up for me to hold onto them, prepared my anus to be fucked and quickly but on his condom. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth in anticipation of the penetration of his big dick. To my surprise, he slowly pushed his cock into me letting it slide in all the way until I felt his balls hitting on my butt. I kept my eyes closed as he began fucking me.

I visualized Raymond’s beautiful masculine legs, buttocks, back, and wide shoulders in action as he was fucking my ass. I had always fantasized that a man with Raymond’s physique and good looks was what I would like to fuck me and have sex with. Raymond’s fucking techniques were equal to his cocksucking ability to give the ultimate satisfaction. Every time he would pull all the way out of my hole and lunge back in, he would hit my prostrate just right to cause my very ridged cock to jerk. I was moving my ass in conjunction with his fucking motion.

“Ken, this is fantastic. I’ve never fucked anyone before that made me feel like this.”

“I’ve never had anyone to fuck me the way you are doing. My cock is at full attention and is going to shoot off at any moment. Please don’t stop now.”

He made several more deep thrusts and I shot off several spurts of cum onto my chest and stomach. He momentarily stopped, leaned over and kissed me, looked me in the eye, and said, “I’m almost there. It will only take me a couple more minutes.”

He began to slam his cock in and out of me at a rapid speed, and moments later he shot off while deep inside of me.

He pulled out and went into the bathroom to dispose of his used condom. He got a damp towel and brought it to me to clean myself up. We lay down beside each other. He put one of his legs and arms over me. He kissed me and we looked into each other’s eyes. No words were spoken. Words were not necessary. He tenderly pushed my hair back off of my forehead, ran his fingers across my lips and lay his head down on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and he fell asleep. I had not planned on staying but I did not have the heart to wake him up and so I ended up spending the night with him.

For three months, Raymond and I dated steadily and had sex regularly. I have just moved in with him. Albert and Lou have also been dating steadily. The four of us are very good friends and we get together ever so often. Matt’s name has never been mentioned. I assume that no one has seen him and I have no idea where the son-of-a-bitch is.

THERE IS NO WAY FOR THE AUTHORS OF THESE STORIES TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE READ THEM OR WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THEM UNLESS YOU RESPOND. PLEASE BE SURE TO LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORIES WE HAVE POSTED.

Kevin
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Re: My Younger Brother’s Best Friend---College Family Weekend

Very very very gooooood!

I was hard al the way through, i could jus picture me an Harry together, hmmmmm!

and YES, more, i want more!
 
Kindness, Friendship and Sex Was The Solution

Kindness, Friendship and Sex Was The Solution

By Kevin---unoponcho


The following is a story of what took place when I discovered Max at his lowest ebb. I have seen people who were despondent and depressed before, but never like Max. He was on the verge of doing bodily harm to himself and I did not know what to do. Whether I handled the situation in a correct manner or not, I do not know. I reacted the best way I knew how under the circumstances.

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This was my first job and I had worked for a company for three years. The company was having growing pains that were creating a lot of problems for the executives of the company as well as the other employees. I had received a couple of nice promotions and increases in salary. I was earning every penny of the salary that I was making with the responsibilities, and what the company was requiring of me to do. I was required to work two weeks at the home office, and then two weeks at a branch office that was close to two hundred miles away.

They first told me that this would be temporary. At the beginning when I was away from home the company paid for my staying in a motel or hotel. It did not take them long to figure out that it was not economically feasible. They also realized that I was not happy by having to live that away. They came up with an idea of leasing a furnished apartment for me to stay in when I as at the branch office. So in effect, I had two different homes. Even this was very unsatisfactory and not the way I wanted to live my life.

The apartment that the company rented for me was an old large two-story home that had been converted into two small apartments upstairs and two small apartments downstairs. My apartment was upstairs. I believe that the furnishings were second hand and bought at some used furniture store. The apartment had a lot to be desired and was not located in a very nice part of town. I was very seldom there anyway so I did not complain. They kept telling me that this was only a temporary arrangement. The company was furnishing me with a car and a gasoline credit card, so I could not complain about the mileage and expenses I incurred driving back and forth. I also traveled on a workday and they were paying me for the days I was on the road.

I moved into the apartment on a Friday and had the weekend to buy groceries and to get settled in. Saturday morning I meet Max. He was living in the other apartment on the second floor. He was coming up the back stairs as I was going down. We only introduced ourselves and had a very brief conversation. Max appeared to be twenty-two or twenty-three years old. He seemed to be a friendly sort of a guy. He was just an average looking man with no features that would make him stand out in a crowd.

For the next two months when I was there I did not see Max. I heard him coming up the stairs a couple of times, but that was all.

On a Friday after having spent two weeks at the home office I returned to the apartment. I was late in getting away from my home office and it was almost ten o’clock at night when I arrived at the apartment. I climb the back steps and got to the porch where Max’s and my back door was. I found Max lying on the floor of the porch in front of his door. I dropped the bags that I was carrying and turned on the light. I could not tell what was wrong with Max. He had obviously been drinking, but his nose was bleeding, and appeared that he had been in a fight. I listen to his heart, which sounded normal, and he seemed to be breathing all right.

My first thought was to call an ambulance, but then I decided to go into my apartment, and got a damp towel, and cleaned some of his wounds, and washed the blood off of his face. He came to and had no idea where he was, and at first he did not recognize me. He looked around and realized that he was at the back door of his apartment. He was still intoxicated. I helped him get up on his feet. I took him inside my apartment and had him set down at my breakfast table. I thought that it would be best for him to be in my apartment rather than his until I found out if he was all right and what happened to him.

“Max! Do you know who I am?”

“Yeah! I remember you. You’re Doug. My new neighbor.”

“That’s right. Max, are you all right? Do I need to call an ambulance?”

“Oh no! Don’t call an ambulance.”

I put on the coffee pot hoping that I could get some coffee down him to help sober him up.

“Max! What happened to you?”

“Doug, don’t waste your time on me. I just wished Wayne had killed me and save me the trouble.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’m just a piece of shit. That’s what Wayne told me. He called me a fucking queer. That’s what I am. A fucking queer, a piece of shit, no damn good. That’s what everybody thinks.”

“Max is there someone that I could call? Do you want me to call your parents or some friends?”

“I don’t’ have any fucking parents. They disowned me when they found out that I’m a queer. There are no friends. I don’t have anyone that gives a shit about me.”

As I was asking questions and he was answering me, I was examining him for wounds other than those on his face.

“How about my calling your boss?”

“For Christ sake don’t call him. I’m in deep shit with him already. He will probably fire me Monday anyway……If I am still alive.”

I avoid his last statement about “if I am still alive”. I was afraid what he might tell me.

“Why are you in trouble with your boss?”

“Wayne’s father is my boss.”

“Who is this Wayne you are talking about?”

“Wayne is the love of my life. I worship the ground that he walks on. Wayne is the only reason I want to live. If I can’t have Wayne then I will kill myself.”

I knew that I was getting in over my head. I was not qualified to help someone that was talking about suicide, but I did not know what I should do or who to contact for help. I pour him a cup of black coffee and set down next to him.

“Was it Wayne that did this to you?”

Max took a sip of the coffee and he looked at me. Tears began rolling down his cheeks. “I can’t tell you. I don’t want to get him into trouble.”

“Max! I want to be your friend. You can tell me anything you want to. I just want to help you if I can.”

“Doug, no body can help me. I’m a queer. No on gives a shit about a queer.”

“Max, I am a queer also. I give a shit about you. Don’t be so hard on yourself. There is nothing wrong with being gay.”

“You’re a queer? You are just telling me that to make me feel better.”

“No! Really. I cannot even remember when I first realized that I was gay. I was just fortunate enough that my parents accepted the fact that I am a homosexual.”

Max had finished drinking his first cup of coffee and I refilled his cup and pour a cup for myself. I figured that this might be a long night. With the mental state that Max was in, I was not about to let him be alone.

“Tell me how I could help you Max. We queers have to stick together. You can trust me. I do want to be your friend.”

“No one has ever wanted to be my friend. No on cares a damn about me. I am not worthy of anyone friendship. I just want to die and get out of this pain and misery. I am a slut. I will give anyone a blowjob that will let me. I keep hoping that I will please someone enough that they care about me. After I suck a guy off, they could care less about me. To them I am just a lousy fucking faggot and have no feelings or need for human kindness.”

I replied, “Have you ever considered going to a counselor for assistance with your problems?”

“I don’t need a fucking psychiatrist to tell me I crazy. I know that all ready. I will kill myself before having them lock me up.”

“They’re not going to lock you up for being gay. Man they don’t have room enough to put all of us who are homosexuals.”

He looked at me and I could see just a hint of a grin. His eyes were tearing up and I could tell that he was still very depressed. I thought that if I could just keep getting him to talk that he would feel better.

Max put his hand on my arm and said, “You know Doug, you're the first person that has ever talked to me about my being gay.”

I put my hand on top of his and replied, “You just have had the misfortune of not meeting the right people. There are a lot of guys out there that would be more than willing to talk to you and be your friend.”

Tears started streaming down his face. I got up and got him a box of tissues and put them on the table. I stood behind his chair and put my hands on his shoulders. He began to sob. He reached up and took a hold of my hands and cried like I have never seen anyone cry before. I just held his hands and squeezed them periodically to let him know that I was there. I could not help it. I was tearing up also. I felt so sorry for him and felt so helpless in knowing what to do.

I let him cry and sob for a long time without saying anything. He was letting it all out and I knew that that was good. When he finally stopped crying and was wiping the tears off of his face. I asked him to stand up. I turned him so he was facing me and I hugged and held him as long as he wanted me to.

He backed away and looked at me and cracked a smile for the first time and said, “Oh Shit!”

“Max, I’m I going to go get some band aid’s and doctor your wounds, and then I want you to spend the night with me. I will sleep on the couch and you can sleep in my bed.”

“Hey man. I’m not going to take your bed away from you. Are you telling me that I am not good enough to sleep in the same bed with you.”

“Max, I’m not saying that at all. I would be honored to share my bed with you.”

He hugged my neck and kissed me on my cheek. His attitude and mood had changed.

I doctored his wounds on his face. They did not look so bad after I cleaned them up some. He sat down at the table and drank some more coffee while I got things ready to go to bed. I went out on the back porch and brought in my bags.

Max asked, “Where you going somewhere and I have interfered with your plans?”

I explained to him about my job and that I had returned from my two weeks at the main office. He seemed relived that he had not been responsible for my not going somewhere. I asked him if he was ready to go to bed. I had the feeling that he was somewhat ill at ease about going to bed. I was not for sure what he was thinking or what he was expecting might happen.

After I had locked the backdoor and turned out the lights he followed me into my bedroom. He sat down on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. I was taking off my clothes and I knew that he was watching me. After I got undressed and got on the bed he was still setting on the side of the bed and had not removed his clothes. He got up and turned out the lights before taking off his clothes. He told me that he did not want me to see his ugly body. He got in bed with me and lay down as far away from me as he could get.

“Max! Move your ass over close to me. I’m not going to bite you. Remember I am your friend.”

He moved over closer to me and I put my arm around him and move closer so our bodies were touching each other. I told him goodnight. I could feel him to begin to relax and it was not long before he was asleep. I purposely had my arm around him because I did not want him to get up without my knowing it. I was still leery that he might try to commit suicide or harm himself in some manner. There were still a lot of questions that had not been answered, mainly the issue with he and Wayne. I thought that we had made a lot of progress and did not want to push it to far or to fast.

The next morning I woke up and had to go use the bathroom. I got out of bed and I thought that Max was still asleep. When I came out of the bathroom, Max had put on his pants and shirt and was setting on the bed putting on his socks and shoes. I had my briefs on and I walked over to him and asked him to stand up. I hugged him and kissed him on his cheek.

“Good morning Max. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”

“Good morning Doug. I slept like a log…..Doug, thank you for being so nice to me last night.”

“Max we are friends now. Just remember I am here whenever you need me. Now, l will get dressed and let’s go fix breakfast.”

Since I had not been to the grocery store, I did not have any eggs, milk, or bread, but I had some rolls and orange juice in the freezer and I fried some bacon and we had coffee.

After we ate breakfast, Max told me that he was going to his apartment. I took a hold of his hand and looked him in the eye.

“Max, I want you to spend the day with me. We have some more talking to do. I want to get to know you better. Would you please spend the day with me?”

“I don’t want to be in your way. You have things to do. A nice man like you should not waste their time on a piece of trash like me.”

“Max, I like you. I wouldn’t have asked you to spend the day with me if I did not like you. I want us to be friends. I want us to be buddies. Okay?”

Tears were in his eyes again. He lowered his head, squeezed my hand, and softly said, “Okay”.

We cleaned up the kitchen, I asked him to go grocery shopping with me. I went with him into his apartment so he could change clothes since he had blood on his shirt. His apartment was as neat as a pin. He had me set at his breakfast table while he went into his bedroom and closed the door to change clothes. He seemed cheerful enough that I felt comfortable in letting him be alone in his bedroom, but I did not understand him being so modest and not wanting me to see him undressed.

While we were at the grocery store he picked up a few things that he needed and told me that he was going to cook dinner for me. I bought more groceries than I generally would have purchased thinking that Max might be eating some meals with me. Through out the morning, we had talked about various things avoiding any thing relating to his current problems and issues.

When we got back from shopping, Max carried his groceries to his apartment and helped me get all my groceries into my apartment. He went back to his apartment and put up his groceries and returned to help me finish putting up mine. We got a coke and set down at the breakfast table. Neither one of had said anything for a long time. Max seemed to be in deep thought.

He took a hold of my hand and broke the silence and said, “Doug, you asked me last night about what happened to me. I did not answer your question. I now feel like I can trust you and that you will understand. I want bore you with all the details. I have had a crush on Wayne for several months. I have been infatuated by him. I wanted him to like me so much. I thought that I loved him…….I knew that he dated girls, but I thought that he also liked men…….Anyway, he led me on to think so……I even thought that he liked me and wanted to have sex with me……At least that was what I believed and fantasized about…...Sometimes he would be nice to me and sometimes he would act like I didn’t exist….. He invited me to come to his apartment last night and insinuated that he was going to let me give him a blowjob….. When I got to his apartment, he was high on something.……I did not know that he did drugs…….He kept flirting with me……When I started unzipping his pants, he started hitting and cursing me…….With in just a few minutes he had scattered my dreams and hopes for being with him in the future…….I left his apartment crying. He was throwing things and screaming profanity……..I had never seen him like this before. It was so unlike him…..I made it home and when I parked my car, I remembered that I had a bottle of whiskey in glove compartment. I set in the car and started drinking. I was planning on getting drunk and thought that I would have nerve enough to kill myself……It must have been about eight o’clock when I made it up the steps, and remember trying to unlock the back door. I must have passed out. I don’t remember anything until I came to and you were there.”

I got up and put my arms around him and hugged and kissed him on his cheek. He looked up at me with tears running down his cheeks but was smiling at me. He seemed to know that I understood and was not going to rebuff or reprimand him for his actions.

He stood up and we hugged each other again. He reached into his pocket and handed me a bottle of pills, told me that he would not need them anymore, and asked me to dispose of them for him. They were cyanide pills. I did not say anything or ask him where he got them. I just put them in my pocket and sighed a sigh of relief.

We made sandwiches and packed a picnic lunch, got my camera, and drove to a park on the lake. We had a wonderful afternoon together. There was one instant that occurred that shook me up. I had been taking photo shots of the scenery. I start to take a shot of Max and he began to get very upset. He covered his face with his arms and was screaming at me to not take a picture of him. I asked him why. He told me he was ugly. I told him that he was certainly not ugly and that there was nothing ugly about him. He then said no one has ever wanted a photograph of him. I told him that I wanted a photo of my friend. He finally agreed on the condition that he could have a photograph of me.

Max prepared dinner for us. He was an excellent cook. After dinner, Max asked if he could spend another night with me. I told him certainly, and that I was just about to ask him.
Max went into his apartment to take a shower and to get a change of clothes. While he was gone I made a few phone calls answering messages on my answering machine. I was just getting out of the shower when Max returned. He was carrying his clothes and shoes in his hand and had a bathrobe on. He set on the edge of the bed watching me dry off. When he caught me with my back to him, he quickly removed his bathrobe and got under the sheet. I had never been around anyone so modest and I just did not understand it.

All day long I had been thinking and wanting to have sex with Max, but I did not want do anything that might undo the trust and respect that he had for me.

I finished drying off and walked over to his side of the bed. He was lying there with a frighten expression on his face with the sheet pulled up under his chin. What I did could have easily turned out to have been the wrong thing. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead and took a hold of the sheet and yanked it off of him. He went into hysteria trying to cover his privates and naked body. I climb on top of him and looked him in the eye.

“Max! Why are you so ashamed of your beautiful body?”

“My body is not beautiful. It is hideous!”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You have a beautiful body that you should be proud of. You are not Charles Atlas, but I would not go to bed with him. I want to go to bed with you and I want to suck that magnificent cock of yours.”

“You want to suck my cock? No one has ever wanted to suck my cock.”

“Well! I damn sure want to. Now! Don’t you move. I’m going to get up and turn out the lights and I will be right back.”

Having the experience of performing oral sex on Max for the first time is impossible to describe. I had not had many sexual encounters, but giving him head took on a whole different meaning from other experiences. He may not have had the ideal body, but somehow for me giving him head was more rewarding and meaningful that anyone I had ever been with. From the time I started to the time he climaxed was a thrill for both of us. It was more of an act of love and passion than a just getting his rocks off. He was more appreciative and grateful than anyone I have ever known.

After he had had his orgasm and expressed his gratitude, he wanted to suck me off. I told him that it was not necessary for him to do so just because he felt that he was obligated to do it. He told me that he wanted to because he liked me and I was his best and only friend. Max gave me the most memorable and incredible blowjob that I had ever received.

He lay down beside me, put his arm around me, kissed me on my cheek, lay his head on my chest, and said, “I love you. I want us to always be friends.”

I hugged him and ran my fingers through his hair. I did not think any more needed to be said.

We spent Sunday and Sunday night together. Part of Sunday Max looked at ads in the newspaper for jobs. He felt sure that Wayne would get his father to fire him. He found a half dozen or so jobs that he felt that he was qualified. His fascination and feelings for Wayne had turn into repulsion and disgust. Through out the day and evening, Max was in high spirits and showed no signs of depression. Injures on his face were hardly noticeable. I also noticed that he undoubtedly felt as ease being in the nude around me. He was showing that he had gained a lot of self-confidence in himself. Max insisted on cooking all of our meals. I tried to get him to let me take him out for dinner and he told me that he preferred cooking dinner for me rather than going out.

Sunday night we went to bed early and had sex again. By the time we fell asleep, both of us were sexually gratified as well as being at ease and comfortable around each other.

Monday morning Max woke me up. He had breakfast on the table. He was very cheerful especially considering the fact that he thought that he was going to be fired when he got to work. We got dressed to go to work and I gave Max my office phone number and asked him to call me when he found out if he still had a job.

About an hour after I got to work, I received a phone call from Max.

“Doug, you are not going to believe this. My boss has promoted me and I have a big salary increase. Wayne is in jail for disturbing the peace, drug charges and several other things. His father discovered that Wayne had been embezzling funds from the company and spending the money for drugs. After Wayne gets out of jail, his father is going to put him in a drug rehabilitation center. After he gets out he no longer will work for the company and will have to find a job on his own. I now have Wayne’s job. I can hardly believe it.”

“Congratulations Max. I’m so happy for you. Tonight we will go out and celebrate. Let me have your phone number and I will call you later and we can finalize our plans.”

“Doug, I am so excited. I don’t know if I can eat anything or not. Well I know that I want to eat you. My phone number is 622-0777. Thanks buddy.”

I believe that I was more excited than Max. I was so happy that things were going so well for him.
Unfortunately after lunch I received a phone call from the main office with instructions to return to the main office on Tuesday. The company had finally made a decision to hire a full time person to work here at the branch office and I would be working full time at the main office. I too had received a sizeable increase in salary. The change would require me to return to the branch office for two days at the end of each month and the company would continue to keep the apartment, but other employees may be using the apartment when I was not there.

My first and only concern was how Max might react to my news. He was doing so great and was so excited. I hated to put a damper on the way he was feeling. I thought that he was now stable enough that he could handle almost anything, but I could not be certain. I called him and we arranged our dinner date.

We had dinner together and after we got back to the apartment I told him about leaving the next morning and would not be seeing him again until the end of the month. He took the news in stride and we agreed to email each other as often as we could. We spent about an hour empting my refrigerator and pantry and taking the food to his apartment. He also help me pack my clothing and personal things that I would be moving.

Having sex that night was extra special. Both of us put our whole heart and effort into giving each other the greatest satisfaction that we knew how. We expressed our feeling for one another and more or less said our goodbyes.

After returning to the main office, the executives of my company decided that they could not spare me from the office and I did not make the monthly trips back to the branch office.

Max and I did exchange emails. They were more frequent at first. Max met someone and began dating him. I also met someone that I was dating. Max and I kept each other informed about our new boyfriends. About the same time both of us moved in together with our new lovers. The four of us took our vacations together and went to the Florida Keys. We are all now good friends and are looking forward towards getting together as often as we can.

YOUR RESPONSE AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

Kevin
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Guarantee Full Satisfaction

Guarantee Full Satisfaction

By Kevin--unoponcho

Aunt Betty and Uncle Henry owned a cabin up in the mountain in northern New Mexico. They lived in Santa Fe and when they bought the cabin they thought that they would be spending a lot of time up there. At first they did go up to the cabin fairly often, but Aunt Betty’s health started declining and curtail their using the cabin to a great extent.

They did not have any children and always treated me like their son. Over the years I had often visited them both in Santa Fe and while they were at their cabin. There were times after I had reached the age of eighteen that they let me stay at the cabin by myself. They always had the cabin stock with non-perishable food and had an old four-wheel jeep that they kept in good running order.

I was living in Lubbock, Texas working full time and going to school at Texas Tech part time. I had visited my aunt and uncle in Santa Fe a few times, but it had been a couple of years since I had been to their cabin. I was pretty stressed out and needed some time to myself, and I could not think of a better place to go than my aunt and uncle’s cabin. I called them to get their permission use their cabin knowing full well that they would be pleased that I used it. My uncle told me that the last time he was up there was in the fall to cut off the water and close it down for the winter, but that he would drive up and open it up and check everything before I got there. My plans were to spend the second week in June. I was to drive to Santa Fe and spend the night with them, pick up the key, and drive to the cabin the next day. Then after spending time at the cabin, I would drive back to Santa Fe, drop off the key, and spend the night before returning to Lubbock.

I got to my aunt and uncles in the late afternoon. I had planned on picking up what I needed at the grocery store but when I walked into the back porch of my aunt and uncle’s there were two ice chests, blankets, linens, pillows, towels, cooking utensils, sacks of groceries, and a lot of other things stacked up. It was obvious that Aunt Betty had bought and collected these things for me to take with me.

During supper Aunt Betty told me what she had gathered up for me to take. She had even cooked stew, a roast, cookies and a chocolate pie for me to take. She had thought of everything. Uncle Henry told me that he had been up the cabin and had made some repairs and had everything in working order, but the place was dirty and run down. He said that he had tune-up the jeep, filled it with gas and it was in good running condition even though it looked like a piece of junk.

The next morning when I pulled out of their driveway, my car was so loaded down that it looked like I was moving. The trunk, back seat, and rider’s seat in front was full of stuff. I even had a new broom and mop. Fortunately, Aunt Betty told me to leave everything up there except the ice chests.

The cabin was up in the mountains about three miles on a dirt road off of the highway. There were no other cabins or anyone around for miles. Originally when Aunt Betty and Uncle Henry bought the cabin there were plans for developing the area and twenty or so more cabins were to be built near them, but that never happened.

Uncle Henry had warned me that the cabin was run down and dirty. When I got there I went inside before I started unloading the car. The place was filthy. I decided to do a lot of housecleaning before unloading my car. I got the broom and mop out of the car and started to work. I spent the greater part of the day cleaning before unloading the car and then gathering firewood for the cooking stove and fireplace. There was electricity to the house, but was not always reliable. The electricity was on and there was water and the hot water heater was working.

After I fixed myself supper, I stacked the dirty dishes in the sink and was going to wash them the next morning. I put everything away in the kitchen. I put some more wood on the fire in the fireplace, made up my bed, took a shower, and put on some sweat pants and shirt. I had a pot of hot chocolate on the stove and fixed a big cup of hot chocolate and got the chocolate pie out of the refrigerator and went in and set down on the rug in front of the fireplace. My intention was to eat a slice of pie and drink the hot chocolate and go to bed. As I set in front of the fireplace eating and drinking I began to relax and unwind.

It was so quiet and peaceful. I could hear the wind blowing outside, but that was the only sound that I could hear except the fire in the fireplace. I suddenly realized that I had eaten the whole six pieces of pie and drank all the hot chocolate. I set the empty cup and pie plated down and lay back on the rug. I put my hand under the waistband of my sweat pants and began to play with my dick. I closed my eyes and my dick got hard. I lay there slowly beating off. It felt so good and I was so at peace and comfortable.

I was not in a hurry and I knew that no one was around and the telephone was not going to ring to interrupt my giving myself pleasure. When I began to feel like I was nearing shooting off, I pulled my sweat pants down around my legs and pull up my sweatshirt. I reached over on the hearth of the fireplace where I had left a dirty wet rag that I had used for cleaning. I resumed masturbating until I shot off without any effort what so ever. My cum just effortless kept on spurting out all over my stomach and chest. I had not masturbated in a long time, and I never had experience a more enjoyable ejaculation.

This was my primary reason for wanting to come to spend time at the cabin. I planned on masturbating whenever I felt like it. I had not had sex or a chance to beat off in a long time. I was going to make up for lost time.

I cleaned myself up, pull my sweat pants back up and sweat shirt down and layback on the rug. The fire in the fireplace felt so good and I was warm and comfortable. I fell into a deep sleep.

Some time in the night, I was awakened by some noise in the kitchen. I got up and turned on the lights. There were two raccoons up on the kitchen sink licking and eating the food off of the dirty dishes. I opened the back door in the kitchen and they ran outside. I have no idea how they got inside the cabin, and I never saw them again. I went into the bedroom and was going to go to bed. I set down on the bed and heard a noise outside. I got up and looked out of the window. There was just enough moonlight that I could see a black bear walking around. It was apparent that the wild animals had become accustom to no human beings be around for a while. I crawled into bed and went back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and had no idea what time it was. It did not make any difference. I had put my wristwatch in one of my bags and had no intention of keeping tract of the time. I fixed breakfast, made some sandwiches for lunch and washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. I was going to get into the jeep and just drive around and explorer the area and enjoy being out of doors. I packed my lunch in a canvas bag. I put on some shorts, T-shirt, and hiking boots. As a last minute thought I put my sweat pants and shirt in the canvas bag with my lunch just in case it got cool before I returned.

When I got out to the jeep, I put the canvas bag in a large metal toolbox in the back of the jeep. When I opened the toolbox, there were a bunch of old tools and I saw an old axe. There was also an old blanket, a small tarp, a flashlight, and a jar of matches, along with a rope and some other odd and ends. I checked the spare gasoline tank and it was full. I checked the tires and I got into the jeep and it started up and was running like a charm. I looked at the gauges and the gasoline and oil gauges showed full. I had no idea where I was going to go. There was a dirt road in back of the cabin that looked as if it were going towards some mountains that I had never been to.

I kept driving on the dirt road, and there were times that I could not even tell if it were a road. It appeared that no one had driven on the road for years. I kept getting higher into the mountains and the scenery kept getting more beautiful. There were places that I had to use the four wheel drive to get over areas where the road had been washed out of perhaps had never been a road to begin with. I stopped often to just look around and take in the beautiful scenery. When I got hungry I stopped and eat lunch. While I was eating I noticed that the clouds were beginning to look like it might rain. I had experienced it raining in the mountains before and I did not think much about it. Normally it would rain for a short period of time and it would be all over and the sun would come back out.

I proceeded to drive on and had got to a point that I could not turn around so I kept on driving. On my right there were steep cliffs and on my left was a deep drop off. I did not know if I should try to back up or to keep going hoping I would find a place to turn around. I was getting a little scared. I had no idea what time it was and the clouds looked like it was going to pour down at any time. With the jeep not having any roof, if it rain I for sure was going to get soaked.

I stopped the jeep and stood up to see what I could see ahead of me. I thought that I could see a place ahead of me that I could turn around. I kept on driving I glanced over to my left and spotted a cave in the cliffs. I kept on driving and did find a spot to turn around. Just after I turned around the bottom fell out and it began to rain so hard that I could hardly see how to drive. I made it back to where I had spotted the cave. I was soaked to the bone and was so cold that my teeth were chattering. I jumped out of the jeep opened the tool box, grabbed my canvas bag, put the tarp over my head, got the old blanket, axe and matches and started running towards the cave.

The cave was much larger than it appeared from the outside. I don’t know how far back it went but it was about ten feet high and was dry. I put my stuff down and looked around. There were a few dry limbs and logs near the entrance. There was at least enough that I got a small fire going.
The rain was coming down in sheets and it was getting darker outside. The heat from the fire was warning up the inside of the cave, and I began to warm up some. I looked outside and I could see an old dead tree with limbs lying on the ground. I put the trap over me and went out in the rain and drugged several of the limbs inside the cave for firewood. I remember that I did not get the flashlight out of the jeep and went down and got it while I was still wet. I also got the rope thinking that some way I might string it up to hang my wet clothes and tarp to dry out. On the way back to the cave I picked up a couple of long dead limbs off of the ground and drugged them up to the cave. I could not think of any thing else that I need to do outside so I took off my wet clothes, and was getting my sweet pants and shirt out of the bag. I looked up and there was a young man standing at the entrance of the cave smiling at me. His sudden appearance scared me to death.

“I’m sorry that I frighten you. I had yelled hello several times and you must not have heard me due to the rain. My name is Blake.”

He stuck his hand out and I shook it and I said, “Hi Blake. I’m John. I see that you also got caught in the rain.”

“Yeah! I saw the smoke coming out of the cave and I am hoping you might not mind if I joined you until this rain lets up.”

“Sure! Welcome to my cave. Take those wet clothes off and make yourself at home. You caught me naked. I just got out of my wet clothes and was about to put on some dry ones.”

“John, I’m not as smart as you are. I didn’t bring any extra clothes with me. I do think that I would be warmer naked than wearing these wet clothes. If you don’t mind seeing me naked, I do think I will take these wet clothes off?”

“I’ve shown you mine now you show me yours. I’m just kidding. Take your wet clothes off and you can warp yourself up in this dirty old blanket if you want to.”

I could tell by looking at the way Blake’s wet clothes were clinging to his body that he was well built and showing a nice box. I could hardly wait to see him naked. My dick was all ready semi-hard. I put on my sweat pants hoping that he had not noticed my dick getting aroused. Trying to not be too obvious, I watched him take off his backpack and get undressed.

He removed his shirt and the sight of his naked chest was all that it took for my dick to get rock hard. I held my sweatshirt in front of me to hide my arousal. He was standing between the fire and me. Where we were standing, the cave was narrow and I was going to go to the front of the cave and put some more wood on the fire. To get around him he stepped forward and I put my hand on his waist as I squeezed around him. When I got passed him I continued to hold my shirt in front of me while I stoke up the fire hoping my dick would go down. I glanced back at him and he had removed his pants and shorts and he had a semi-hard on and was looking at me. He caught me looking at him and he just smiled, took a hold of his dick and balls for a few seconds and reach over and picked up the blanket and put it around his shoulders.

To get my mind off of Blake’s fine looking body and enticing dick, I put on my shirt and began using the old axe and chopping up the dead limbs that I had drugged into the cave. The wood was wet and I knew that I would have to be careful and just put a small amount on the fire at one time or it would put out the fire. While I was cutting up the wood, Blake was standing in front of the fire getting warm and asked me if there was anything he could do to help. I showed him the rope and suggested that he try to figure out a way to make a clothes line so we could dry out our clothes.

Blake looked around the cave as if he were surveying every inch of it. I felt like I could hear the wheels in his brain as he planned his strategy on how to string the rope up. He picked the rope up and estimate the length of rope he had to work with. He asked me if he could cut the rope. I told him that he could do anything he wanted with it. It took him a very short time to make his plans and he started to move around diligently working on his project. The blanket kept getting in his way and he took it off and was working while nude. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he was not even aware that I was both watching what he was doing and lusting for his magnificent body and dick. I was getting hornier by the minute.

When he had finished, I would have never in a million years have thought about the way he had strung the rope across the cave using rocks and the two long limbs that I had drugged in. If the rope had not been so old, I believe that I could have swung on it and it would have held me up. (I later found out that Blake was a civil engineer student.) He carefully wrung the water out of our clothes and hung them on the line along with the tarp. Then he constructed a rack near the fire and put our wet boots on so they would dry out.

He stood up, put his hands on his hips, and looked at me and said, “What’s next?”

“How about you turning off the rain?”

He answered, “Sorry Man, that is out of my league.”

“Okay. I guess that we are stuck here for a while. I would suggest that you cover up that nice ass of yours unless you want to be raped.”

“Hey Man! Now that might now be so bad. You look like you have the right size equipment that would do the job very adequately.”

He picked up the blanket and covered himself up.

I replied, “You also have a nice piece of equipment that appears to be in good working order.”

“It’s a little rusty. It had not been used in sometime.”

“I think that I could knock some of that rust off of it, if you would let me.” I replied.

“Damn Man. I knew when I first saw you that you were a good mechanic. How do I go about making an appointment to obtain your services?”

“My garage is not busy at the moment. Just spread that quilt down next to the fire, lay your ass down, and I will give you service with a guarantee to give you full satisfaction.”

From the first time I laid my eyes on Blake I wanted to have sex with him. I had no idea that it was going to ever work out and be so easy. He took off the blanket and his nice size hard dick was sticking straight out in front of him. He spread the blanket out and eased down on it looking at me with a smile on his face and seductive eyes watching me move towards him.

I knelt down beside him and got his warm hard dick into my mouth and began to tease the head of it with my tongue. He was squirming his body around and put his arms behind his head. I went all the way down on him and his dick was deep in my throat.

He yelled out, “You have got it started! Now just keep test-driving it for a while. That feels so great!”

Every sound that either one of us made echoed in the back of the cave.

I began pumping my head up and down on his still growing erection. He had said that it felt great. He had no idea how wonderful I felt by being provided the opportunity to suck his magnificent dick. He was producing just enough precum to serve as an appetizer for what I wanted as the main course. After several minutes of deep throating, sucking and licking his dick and balls, I put my hand down between my sweat pants and began jacking on my hard dick while I continued to suck his. He rolled over and removed my sweat pants and pulled me over on top of him and started sucking my dick while I sucked his.

I stopped just long enough to say, “I did not know that you were also a mechanic?”

He replied, “Mmmmmmm. I’m just an apprentice compared to you.”

I thought to myself but I did not say it. “Apprentice? Shit. You are a full fledge cocksucker”.

I don’t know about Blake, but I completely forgot about it raining and being a little chilly. Having my dick sucked on to perfection and having a nice dick in my mouth and throat was the only thing that was on my mind at the time. I remembered beating off the night before and how much I enjoyed it, but this was an entirely different pleasure that I was experiencing. As I continued giving him head, I became amused by him saying that his dick was rusty. There was no rust on his dick. It was functioning very well so far, and I could tell by the way his balls had drawn up that he was nearing a climax and I was eagerly awaiting him to shoot off his load of cum. Not only was I ready to receive his cum; I was about to shoot off myself.

Moments later Blake yelled, “Ohhhhhh Yeeeaaah! I’m cummmmmminnnng.”

He had barely finish cumming and got my dick back into his mouth and I yelled “I’mmm cuuummminng”.

We both had each other’s dicks in our mouths and we heard the echo, “I’m cummmmminnng! I’mmm cuuumminng”. We both got tickled and got choked before we could get our dicks out of each other’s mouths. I got off of him and we set on the blanket next to each other with our arms around each other’s shoulders and laughed until tears were rolling down our cheeks. It was not really that funny but it was just a release of our emotions and was a way of expressing the wonderful climaxes that each of us had just received.

Blake said, “I appreciate the tune-up. I will be back later for a lube job”.

“I don’t have any lube or gaskets with me. Do you?”

He replied, “No I don’t. I have some back at my campsite unless it has been washed away”.

“Where is your campsite?”

“It is or was about a mile and half from here. I am camped out by a stream, which was not a wise thing for me to do.”

“Do you camp out and hike by yourself very often?”

“Yeah! And I know it is stupid. If I had a fuck buddy to go with me that would be great. A straight dude would only interfere with my jacking off and pleasing myself, which is one of the main reasons I like to camp out. How about you? Are you camping out somewhere?”

“No! I’m staying at my aunt and uncles cabin. I just drove up here in the jeep to see the sights…..It’s dark outside and looks like it may rain all night.”

“Yeah, it looks like you are stuck with me for the night. I hope you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m glad to have your company. Are you hungry? I think I have a sandwich and a couple of candy bars left from lunch that we can share.”

Blake replied, “I think I have some chips, beef jerky and some Koolaid in my canteen. We will just eat what we have and pretend that we are having a banquet.”

I got up and as I was getting my canvas bag, I said, “You know that if we get real hungry we can always eat each other’s dicks.”

We both laughed and I began digging the food out of my bag. Blake put some more wood on the fire and got his backpack and put the food he had on the blanket with what I had.

As we were eating we talked about where we were from and what we were doing. Blake told me that he was from Santa Fe and was going to college at the New Mexico Tech in Socorro, New Mexico and majoring in civil engineering. He had been hiking and camping out for the past four days and was planning on going back to Santa Fe tomorrow afternoon or evening.

We discovered that we had plenty of food to eat and saved two candy bars for breakfast the next morning. Blake checked to see how the clothes were drying out and was surprise that most of the clothes were almost dry. The tarp was dry and he took it off of the rope and spread the clothes out some so they would finish drying. He also moved our boots into a different position and they were also drying out nicely. As I was stirring up the fire and adding a new log, he had removed the blanket off of the floor of the cave and replaced it with the tarp, shook out the blanket and wrapped it around his nude body.

I was standing in front of the fire and I guess my mind was a million miles away. Blake walked up behind me and opened the blanket and wrapped it around both of us. I took a hold of the blanket and was holding it so it was around both of us. He put his arms around my waist and slipped his hands inside my sweat pants and took a hold of my dick and balls. His hands were cold and he told me he needed to warm them up. My dick started getting hard and he began stroking it and blowing his breath in my ear. I began to squirm trying to get him to get him to stop blowing in my ear. He was only doing it to irritate me, but at the same time he purposely was trying to get me aroused and was certainly accomplishing that. Through the fabric of my sweat pants I could feel his erection up against my rear. With my hand that was not holding the blanket I attempted to pull down my sweat pants. When he realized what I was trying to do, he slipped my pants down to my legs exposing my rear and erection. He continued to jack my dick and was humping his dick up and down the crack of my ass at the same time.

“God Blake! I wished we had a condom. I sure would like for you to fuck me.”

“I was wishing the same thing. I would love to fuck your beautiful ass right now.”

I move so I could get out from under the blanked and handed it to him to hold onto, and I knelt down and started sucking his very ridged cock. He put his free hand on my head and held it while I began to suck him off. He shifted his feet several times until he found a comfortable stance and then began to move his hips in sequence to my sucking movements. I took a hold of his buttocks and held on as he flexed them. Several times I would deep throat him and he would push his hips forward, tighten up the muscles in his butt, hold my head so I would not move it, keep his hard dick as far down my throat as possible for a good length of time, and let out a sigh of pure pleasure.

“Oh my God. John don’t move or I will cum. Oh John, that feels so fantastic.”

When he relaxed his butt, I would resume sucking his dick. At times he would let go of my head and reach down and hold the base of his erection and hold on to his balls at the same time while I sucked on his big rod. Since the blanket was covering my head I could not look up and see the expressions on his face. I did not have to see his face. It was evident that he was thoroughly enjoying the treatment that I was administering to his throbbing penis.

Without any of the usual signs he began shooting jets of cum down my throat. When he had finished shooting off, he held my head still and wanted to leave his dick in my mouth and throat until it got soft. Then he backed up away from me, took off the blanket, spread it out on the tarp, and told me to lie down.

While I was lying down on my back, he put another log on the fire, knelt down, and removed my sweat pants. He got between my legs and went down on me in one swift movement.

I screamed, “Ohhhh Fuuuck!”

Blake began to passionately give me head like I had never had anyone do before. With the way he was sucking my erection, there was no way to forestall having a climax in a very short time. I did not want him to change anything that he was doing. He was giving me so much pleasure that I did not care if I shot off right away. He seemed to know what he was doing to me and seemed to relish in the excitement that he was causing. When I shot off in his mouth, it must have been a big load because he could not swallow all of my cum, and some of it ran out of his mouth and down onto my pubic hairs and balls.

He moved from between my legs so I could get up and put on my sweat pants. After I got them on he was lying on his back with his legs spread apart and told me to lie down on top of him. I got on top of him and he reached over and pulled the blanket and tarp over us. He slipped his cold hands between our bodies and down my sweat pants and took a hold of my nuts and soft dick. He told me that he was cold and that my body heat felt good. He moved his cold feet up under my legs. With the warmth from my body and the fire, he began to get warm. When his hands got warm he move them and put his arms around me and put his hands up under my sweat shirt on my back.

He whispered in my ear, “John, you are a damn good mechanic. I am so satisfied with your services that I’m about to fall asleep.”

“Just remember, I do guarantee my work. If sometime later you feel that you need to be satisfied again, just let me know……Do you want me to get off of you now?”

“No! Stay where you are. You feel good. Goodnight!”

I raised the blanket and tarp up that was over our heads and glanced out side. It was still raining and the fire was burning. I pulled the cover back over our heads and laid my head down. Blake was sound asleep in a matter of minutes and I wasted no time in falling asleep.

The next morning when Blake and I got up, the sun was out and it was a beautiful day. Our clothes and boots were dry, and we got dressed, removed our things from the cave and put them in the jeep. Blake was going to take off and hike back to his campsite, but I insisted that we drive as close as we could get. With all the rain and from what Blake had said about camping near a stream, I was concerned.

We were able to get fairly close to his campsite or at least where his campsite used to be. His tent was not there. The stream had gotten out of its banks and had washed everything away. We went over and looked around. Blake spotted his tent caught in some bushes down stream some distance away. He hiked down stream and retrieved what was left of his tent. On the way back he found one of his bags that he picked up and brought back. It and the contents were soaked. There was no sign of his sleeping bag or any of his other belongings. The tent was not salvageable but we took it to the jeep so we could be properly disposed of it. Blake was going to hike back to his car that was parked somewhere off of the highway. I did not have to do much talking to get him agree to the plan to ride with me in the jeep, stopping at the cabin to eat and then let me drive him to his car.

The jeep was driving like it was new. There was only one problem. The seats were soaking wet. It had never occurred to me that the reason for the tarp being in the toolbox was to cover up the seats in the jeep. We had made better use of the tarp anyway. The ride back to the cabin did not seem to take us near as long as it did going up yesterday. We eat our candy bar and had a great time joking around and talking. Blake did not seem distraught over loosing his camping gear. He joked about it and said everything was old and needed to be replaced anyway.

When we got to the cabin, Blake put the torn up tent into a 55-gallon barrel where we burned trash, so I could burn it later. I got my bag out of the jeep and was rather surprised that Blake also got his water soaked bag to bring into the cabin. I did not ask any questions.

The seats of our pants were soaked from the wet seats in the jeep. I suggested that we take off our clothes and hang out wet pants outside in the sun to dry, and take a hot shower before I fixed breakfast for us. While Blake was in the shower, I hung out our pants and found some shorts for Blake and I to put on. While I was in the shower, Blake got dressed and went into the kitchen and built a fire in the kitchen stove and had the coffee pot on by the time I got in there.

It did not take very long to fix, eat breakfast and clean up the kitchen. We sat back down at the breakfast table and started talking. I asked Blake if he could not stay over an extra day and stay with me. He told me that unless he got home that his folks would be upset and worried.

Then he smiled and asked, “Is your garage open? I need that lube and oil job that we talked about?”

He had reached over and got his wet bag and opened it up. He got out two condoms and some KY and tossed it on the table.

We answered each other with a big grin. We set down our coffee cups and were taking off our clothes and shoes as we went to my bedroom.

With a combination of oral and anal sex and taking our own good time, we had very gratifying sex. When we had finished both of us knew that we had been fucked and that neither one of us had any cum left in reserve. I had never had anyone to fuck and suck me the way Blake did. He told me that he felt the same way. We had been at it so long that our wet pants that were hanging outside were completely dry.

On the way to Blake’s car he and I agreed to try and take another week off in August before school started and spend it at the cabin or perhaps spending some time in the cave if it were not raining and cold. We exchanged email addresses and promised to stay in touch.


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Engineer Joke:

An electrical engineer, mechanical engineer and a civil engineer were arguing over which type of engineer were involved in creating the human body.

The electrical engineer said just look at the nervous system. That proves that an electrical engineer was involved.

The mechanical engineer believed that a mechanical engineer was involved. He said to just look at the way the muscles cause the human body to move.

The civil engineer said he had definite proof that a civil engineer was involve. Who else but a civil engineer would put the sewage line directly through the recreation zone?

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Kevin
unoponcho
 
Re: My Younger Brother’s Best Friend---College Family Weekend

Thanx Kevin. Well worth waiting for. :=D: :=D: :=D: Just have to wait for Part Three now!!! - I think secretly you like the thrill of teasing and keeping us all in suspense!!! (*8*) :kiss:
 
Mislead By A Bulldozer Operator

Misled By A Bulldozer Operator

By Kevin---unoponcho

Finally I truly believe that I have found my niche in this world. All my life I never fit in. As a kid and teenager, I was and still am a scrawny, thin, short, skinny runt and even though some said I was cute, I was unlike all my classmates and peers. I was not interested in athletics or had any interests in socializing. I never dated or wanted to go to parties or be a part of a group of friends. I had a good idea that I was gay, but I never acted on my desires and attraction to men. My main and only interest was art. I liked sketching and drawing. I liked sketching nudes and was pretty good at it, but I especially liked sketching and drawing unusual buildings and structures.

After finishing school, I was lucky and got a job as an apprentice draftsman with a very well known architectural firm. I have worked for the firm for a little more than a year. I had not worked there very long before I and they learned that I did my best work at night after everyone was gone and I was by myself. Some times I had work that I could do at home. They let me set my own hours. They did not care how many hours I worked as long as I was productive. Most of the time I worked less than forty hours a week, but got paid for the full forty hours. There were a few times that I worked overtime and I got compensated for those hours.

I had set up my own routine and generally went to work at 8:00PM and worked until 4:00AM. Most of my time was spent on drawing blueprints for buildings. After drawing the blueprints, I would have a good idea as to how the building would look like when the construction was completed. The architect with whom I would be working with would sometimes request that I do a rendering as to what the building would look like. Many times my rendering would be used instead of the one that the architect did. At times I would be asked to make or assist in making a model of the building.

I loved my job, and I put my whole heart into doing the best work that I could do. I was recognized for my talents and efforts by several increases in salary and bonuses. When I was not working, I had plenty of time to pursue my hobby of sketching nude figures or portraits of interesting people.

About nine months after I went to work, I was assigned a project to help draw the blueprints for a public high school building. I had worked on the project for two months before I learned that the site of the building was to be constructed directly across the street from where I lived.

I had rented an old house that was the only house on my street. Across the street were several acres of woods and scrub bushes that belong to the city.

Being the strange kind of person I am, I set up the den or living room as my studio. The dinning room was a workroom for my crafts and making models of buildings. One of the bedrooms was used for my computer and office. I did have a lounge chair and a TV in my bedroom that I very seldom ever watched. The third bedroom and a large room up stairs were used as a storage rooms that were full of art supplies and junk that least half of it should be thrown away. The room upstairs had a window that over looked the wooded space across the street.

I had always been interested but had never observed a building being built from the beginning to completion. I was thrilled and excited when they started the construction of the public high school across the street from me.

The first indication that I saw in beginning of the construction was a bunch of men surveying the area. A few days later I observed several men putting orange markers on the trees that were to remain in place. Then the big day came and an eighteen-wheel truck pulled up in front of my house loaded with a caterpillar or bulldozer. I had just gotten up after having worked all night. I got a cup of coffee and went out on the front porch and set down.

I had only been there a short time and a man in a pickup pulled up and parked in front of my house. When he stepped out of the truck, I feel in love. He was wearing work boots, cut off blue jeans, gloves, and an orange hardhat. He did not have a shirt on and his chest was covered with short hair from his neck down. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, neck and legs. His face was smooth and very attractive and a smile that would brighten anyone’s day. He glanced over and acknowledged me with a salute. When he walked it was kind of like a strut showing confidence in himself. He went over to the truck with the caterpillar on it. A couple more men drove up in another pickup and got out and joined the first man. They began moving around doing things around the trailer truck and soon had ramps in place so the caterpillar could be unloaded. My hero jumped up on the trailer and climb up on the caterpillar and got into the seat, started it up and backed it off of the trailer. He spun the caterpillar around and took off into the woods.

For the rest of the day I heard the caterpillar at the far end of the construction site as it was grading and bulldozing the bushes and trees down.

It was around four o’clock. I was in the kitchen getting a cold drink and I heard the caterpillar coming toward my house. I wanted to get another look at the handsome driver of the caterpillar. I went back and set down on the porch. He drove up close to the street and cut off the motor and climbed down. He walked over to his pickup. He saw me and waved. He was getting into his pickup and hesitated. He turned around and came over toward me. I stood up as he got near me.

He stuck out his hand and said, “Hi my name is Travis.”

“Hi Travis. I’m Jerry. You look like you have put in a hard day. It has been a hot one.”

“Yeah! You got that right. That cat is not air condition. Say! You would not know where I might rent a room would you. I live seventy-five miles from here. It is a long way to drive back and forth everyday. I need a room that I can spend four nights a week. I’ll probably be on this job at least for a couple of weeks.”

“I don’t know of any rooms for rent. I really have not paid that much attention. I’m sure there should be some available.”

“Well thanks anyway. I will try to look around tomorrow during my lunch break.”

“Travis, I have never even thought about renting out a bedroom. I do have an extra bedroom but it is full of junk. If you are interest in taking a look at it perhaps we can work something out.”

“Sure! Let me take a look. All I am looking for is a place to sleep and use a bathroom. I will eat most of my meals at a restaurant.”

Travis looked at the bedroom. He and I made a deal. He would help me clean out the room and he would bring a bed to sleep on. He would pose in the nude for me so I could sketch him and he would take me out for dinner four nights a week. He thought that he was getting a real deal and I was more than pleased with the arrangement. He jokingly complained about having to walk the long distance across the street to get to work.

I told him about my working at night and I generally did not get up before noon. He told me that he would bring a bed and his things in his pickup and put them on the front porch and come by during his lunch break and help clean out the room. Maybe it was wishful thinking but I could almost swear that he had a hard-on when he left. I know that I did, but with me it would be unnoticeable.

The next morning I did get up earlier than normal. I had earlier heard the caterpillar start up, but I went back to sleep. After I had a cup of coffee and a roll, I went into the bedroom and started sorting out things that I wanted to keep and move up stairs and the things that I wanted to throw away. By the time Travis took his lunch break I had made a lot of progress. I had made three piles out in the hall. One of the piles were things to go to the trash, one pile to go upstairs and the third pile were things that I had been looking for and could use either in my studio or crafts room.

Travis had brought a lunch box with him. I insisted that he eat first and then he could help me get rid of the piles in the hallway. We started with the things that went up stairs. We clean out a space upstairs so we could put everything we brought up in one area. I promised myself that I was going to go through the things upstairs and throw a lot of it away. With both of us working together we got everything in the hallway that went upstairs and the stuff that was to be thrown away carried out to the alley to the trash bin.

As we were taking the trash out, Travis saw a stack of my sketches that I was throwing away. He asked me if he could have them, which I of course had no objections. He said that he had a friend that was an art dealer and he wanted to show them to him, but there were several sketches that he wanted for himself. I was surprised that a person like Travis would have any interest in art.

When Travis went back to work we had the hallway cleared out except the things that I had to put away in my studio and in the crafts room. I began to go through the remaining things in the bedroom and make new piles in the hall. In an hour or so I had the bedroom cleared out and got the vacuum cleaner and vacuum the room and dusted. It looked like a different room when I got through. I managed to move all the things that went upstairs and the things I could use in the studio and crafts area. When Travis got off from work we took the trash out and moved his things into the bedroom.

Travis said, “Hey Good Buddy! Let’s take a shower and go out to dinner.”

“Sounds great to me. When we get back I will have to go to work at the office.”

Travis went into his bedroom and I went into mine. I had taken off my clothes and was laying out the clothes on the bed that I was going to wear. I looked up and Travis was standing in the door naked as I was. I was startled by him being there and was embarrassed that he had seen my naked skinny body. I instantly tried to cover myself up with my arms and looking for something to put on. He quickly recognized that I was modest. He walked over to me. I had my back to him. He took a hold of my shoulders and wheeled me around facing him.

He looked into my eyes and said, “Jerry, I’m sorry that I have embarrassed you. Let’s get started off on the right foot. You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed or modest. I want you to feel comfortable being nude around me. I like the way you look. Now I am going to admit something to you that I will deny if you ever tell a sole. I think that I am gay. I have wanted to but never been with a guy. I have never wanted to have sex with a woman. If I ever do have sex, it will be with a man and with someone that has a body like yours. To me you are beautiful and should never be ashamed of the way you look. I have said this assuming that you are gay. If not, then I owe you another apology, and I will pack my things and leave.”

“Travis, please don’t leave. I believe that I am gay also. I have never had sex with anyone. All my life, guys have made fun of me because I am so skinny. I’ve tried to gain weight but can’t. I have never had anyone to say anything nice about my body. I do hope you are not making fun of me. Are you for real?”

He put his arms around me and hugged me and said, “Good Buddy! I am for real….Now, the reason I came in here was to ask you if I could use one of your towels. I forgot to bring one.”

“Sure, there are towels in the cabinet in your bathroom.”

“Jerry, just one more thing before I take my shower. If anyone ever makes fun of you while I am around, I will kick their ass so hard that they will be spitting out their shit for a week.”

The ice had been broken. I did not know where our conversation might lead, but it seemed to me that there was a good chance for a friendship and possibly for us to have sex together in the near future. For the life of me I do not know how I kept from getting a hard-on when he was in my room and especially when he hugged me.

When Travis finished showering, dressing, and ready to go for dinner, he came into my bedroom and sat on my bed while I finished dressing. He took my breath away when he came in. He had shaved, shampooed and comb his hair, had on a tight pull over red shirt that flaunted his masculine chest, a tight fitting pair of blue jeans showing off his big box and was wearing sandals that revealed his large bare feet. I almost creamed in my pants. I felt a sense of pride to be going to dinner, and being seen with such a hunk of a man.

After we returned from dinner, Travis asked me how long I had before I had to go to work. I told him a little over an hour. He walked over to me and picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. He set me down and started removing my clothes. I could not believe it. I finally was going to have sex with a man. Not only that but a he-man that never in my wildest dreams would think would be willing to have sex with me. As soon as he got me undressed, I started undoing his pants and he was pulling off his shirt and kicking off his sandals. For some reason it did not bother me that he had seen my six-inch erection. When I got his pants off, I was surprised that his erection was only a little longer and thicker than mine. For some reason I was relieved. I felt like that if he wanted to fuck me that I could take it. If it had been as large as I imagined it would be, I was afraid that he would rip my asshole apart.

“Jerry, will it be all right if I try to fuck you?”

“I guess so. I have never been fucked before. I’ll go get some oil that I use to jack off with and I think I have a condom in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

I got my bottle of “Wet” and put some up my asshole and I found a condom that I had had for years. I was very nervous and had lost my erection. I went back into the bedroom. Travis was setting on the bed jacking on his penis. He stood up and put his arms around me and asked me if I was as scared as he was. I took a hold of his buns and looked up at him and did not answer him but just grinned. He told me that he would be gentle, and would not hurt me. For some reason I had the urge to suck his dick before he fucked me. I got down on my knees in front of him and got the head of his cock in my mouth.

“Holy Moses! Jerry please suck my dick. Oh Lord!”

I began moving my head back and forth taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and throat. In no time I had his entire cock inside my mouth and it gave me such a rush and feeling of accomplishment to be able to have his cock deep into my throat and to imagine how that might feel. I was hoping that he would do the same to me. Travis was wailing and mumbling something that I could not detect what he was saying, but he was expressing his feelings and excitement. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, and I had delayed him doing so. I reluctantly stopped sucking his cock, and reached for the condom and put it on him. I applied a liberal amount of Wet on to his erection, and jacked it a couple of times before I stood up.

He picked me up and laid me down on my back on my bed. He got on the bed and raised my legs up for me to hold on to them. He applied some more of the Wet on his big fingers and began to slowly push his finger inside me. I did not know what to expect and was surprise how nice it felt. He used his big finger to loosing me up, and then began to push his cock inside me. We were looking at each other and he could see the expressions on my face, and knew when I was having discomfort. He would wait until the minor pain dissipated before pushing more of his cock into me. After he was all the way inside me, he began slowly fucking me. It felt so good to have his cock inside me. He gradually increased his pace and began jacking me at the same time. Before I was aware that I was even close to having an orgasm, I was shooting off my cum that was hitting me in my face and on my chest. Travis just smiled at me and kept on fucking my ass. I was looking at him and he was showing signs that he was about to shoot off.

“Oh Jerry! I’m cuuuummminnnng!……..Oh Good Buddy, that was marvelous.”

Travis got up and got a wet towel and cleaned me up. He helped me get dressed, and hugged me before I left for work. No one was timing me, but it was a few minutes after eight o’clock when I got to work.

I always enjoyed my work, but this particular night I was singing and whistling the whole nightlong. I felt so good about having sucked a cock and having been screwed. Not only that, but with Travis who seemed to like me, and was calling me a buddy. I felt like I was a man and could conquer any situation that I was confronted with. I turned out more work that night than I could normally do in three nights.

The next morning, which was a Wednesday, when I got home, Travis was up and had breakfast waiting on me. He told me he fell asleep as soon as I left last night, and he slept like a baby. After we finished eating, I told him that I just had to go to bed and get some sleep. He followed me into my bedroom and helped me get undressed. He told me to lie down on the bed, and he was going to try and give me a blow job that would help me sleep better. I was not about to turn down that offer.

Travis not only gave me my first blow job, but he gave me the first massage that I had ever had. Unfortunately I fell sound asleep before he finished. It was mid afternoon before I woke up. I could hear the motor of the caterpillar in the distance. I went up stairs and looked out the window, and I could see Travis operating the caterpillar. I remembered that I had a pair of binoculars, and I got them, and could see Travis much better. He looked so hot and had sweat on his face and body. I felt sorry for him but he appeared to be smiling and happy. He was practically making that caterpillar dance.

When Travis came in from work, he hugged me and told me he was going to take a shower and get cleaned up. He was gone for some time, and I never heard the water running in the shower. I went and looked into his bedroom, and he was naked lying on his stomach in bed sound asleep. I ran and got my sketchpad and sat down in his room and began to sketch him. I could not have gotten him to pose in a better position. I had almost finished the drawing before he rolled over. I had gotten far enough along that I could finish it at a later time. He never knew that I had been in his room. I wanted to finish it before showing it to him.

I went into my bedroom to take a shower and get my clothes ready that I was going to wear to dinner and to work. I had gotten out of the shower and was drying off while I was going into my bedroom. Travis was lying on my bed nude playing with his hard dick smiling at me. He motioned for me to get on the bed with him. We ended up giving each other a blow job before we got dressed and went for dinner.

Thursday night he gave me a blow job before he fucked me, and while he was fucking me I shot off again. After we got back from dinner, he asked, “When do you want me to pose for you?”

“Honey Bun, you already have but I do want to do some other sketches of you. I would like to do a couple more nudes and I want to do a portrait of you with your hardhat on after you have come in from work and before you take a shower.”

“What are you talking about? I have not posed for you.”

I went into the studio and brought the sketch in and showed it to him.

“Fuck man! That’s not me. Shit! I have never looked that good. This is fabulous work. I’ve got to have this. Name your price. ”

“Travis the sketch is yours. For your information you are better looking than the sketch.”

“I just can’t believe this. I’m going to have this framed. This is something that I will always treasure.”

He grabbed me and hugged me and suddenly started kissing me. No man before had ever kissed me, and I don’t think that Travis had ever kissed a man either.

After working all night, I came home and Travis was still asleep. I looked in on him. He was in another position that I wanted to capture on paper. I got my sketchpad and pencils and slipped into his room. There was only one thing wrong with his pose. He had an erection. I solved this by carefully putting his hardhat over his penis and placed one of his work gloves in his hand that was above his head. Again I was able to finish the sketch before he moved. I took the hard hat off of him and removed the glove from his hand. He rolled over on his side and I was able to make another sketch of him in that position. I slipped out of his room and went to bed before he woke up.

It was a little after one o’clock when I woke up. I grabbed a bite to eat and finished the sketches before Travis came in from work. I knew, as soon as he could shower and change clothes, that he was going to leave to go home for the weekend. Just before he was ready to leave I showed him the two other sketches, and told him that he could keep the one he already had or choose from one to the two that I had done today. He ranted and raved over the two that I had just finished, and told me that he just could not decide. He asked me if he could take all three with him, and get his art dealer friend’s advice. I told him that I did not care, but that I did want two of them back.

The house felt empty after Travis left. I missed him so much that I did not want to stay in the house. I went to work early and worked all night.

Saturday I moped around the house most of the day. Late that afternoon I walked over to the construction site just to look around, and see what Travis and the others had been doing. On my way back to the house I crawled up on the caterpillar, and I sat down on the seat. I thought about Travis, and I gave myself a good talking to. I told myself that Travis was a construction worker operating heavy machinery, and never worked in one place very long. I simply could not and should not fall in love with him. It would never work out. I was very fortunate to have met him, and be with him as long as he is working on this site, but not to get attached to him or I would be hurt later on. I sat on the caterpillar crying and feeling sorry for myself until long after the sun had gone down, and it was so dark that I had difficulty getting down.

Sunday I got up early, cleaned the house, did the laundry including Travis’s, and I even went upstairs and cleaned out the room. I found some more sketches that I had done years ago that I was going to offer Travis, if he wanted them.

Monday morning, the sound of the caterpillar starting woke me up. I looked at the clock and it was six o’clock and the sun had just come up. Travis normally had been going to work at eight o’clock. I got up and looked in his room. His hardhat and gloves were gone, so I knew that it was he that was operating the caterpillar. I went back to bed and slept until ten. I got up and went upstairs and looked out of the window. I could see Travis, and he had stopped the caterpillar, and was getting off of it. He took off his hardhat and took a rag out of his back pocket and wiped the sweat off of his face. He took a drink of water, and got back on the cat, and started it again. I went down stairs and fixed a bunch of sandwiches and other things for lunch. I made a big thermos of lemonade for him to take back to work after he had finished lunch.

I heard Travis drive the caterpillar up where he had been parking it.

Then he came through the front door yelling, “Hey Jerry, where are you at, Good Buddy.”

I yelled back, “I’m in the breakfast room.”

He came running in carrying a picture. He was smiling ear to ear. He grabbed and hugged me.

Then he said, “Look what I’ve got Good Buddy”

He had the sketch of him with the hardhat covering his privates and glove in his hand and it was in a beautiful frame with a mat around the drawing. I was so impressed by the way it looked.

Travis was so proud of it that he could not contain himself. I told him that I had lunch ready for him and to set down and eat.

He was gobbling down his food and could hardly set still.

“Jerry I’ve just got to tell you.”

He took an envelope out of his back pocket and tossed it on the table in front of me.

“I showed your sketches to my art dealer friend. Here is fifteen hundred dollars in advance for your sketches, and you will be getting a commission in addition when he sells them. Now you are not going to believe this. He first offered me five hundred dollars for my drawing and I refused his offer. He then went up to seven hundred and fifty dollars and I again refused his offer. He told me to tell you that he would pay you five hundred dollars each for the other two drawings of me. Now, I think that I should tell you that he is a fucking queen and has been wanting to have sex with me for a couple of years. I am the only one that has ever slapped his hands and told him to keep his fucking hands to himself. He said that by buying the drawings was going to be as close to having my body that he would ever get. It’s up to you whether or not if you want to sell them to him. I really think that he would even be willing to pay you more than what he has offered you.”

“You have got to be kidding me. I have never sold a drawing in my life. Now concerning the two drawings of you. Tell him to forget it. They are the only drawings that I have ever wanted to keep for myself. I am going to have them framed and hang them in my office at work. The fifteen hundred dollars that he sent is yours. I had thrown those drawings away.”

“Good Buddy, I don’t have time to argue with you about it now. I’ve got to get back to work. All weekend I kept getting a hard-on thinking about you. I started work a couple hours earlier than usual and I am going to take off early. Get your ass ready because I want a good piece of it after I get off work.”

Travis did get a piece of my ass. In fact he got two pieces. For three hours we were in bed having sex. We preformed oral sex on each other, he fucked me and both of us had a climax. We gave each other a massage, we preformed oral sex on each other again, and he fucked me and shot off for the second time and then gave me a blowjob. When we had finished both of us agreed that this was the best sex we had had so far.

We went to dinner together. While we were at dinner, the subject of the fifteen hundred dollars came up. I flat refused to keep any part of it. Travis gave in and told me that he did not want us to get into an argument, and have any ill feelings so he would keep the money.

Tuesday, Travis again went to work early. I was asleep when he came home for lunch. I woke up around two o’clock and went up stairs to see what Travis and the other men were doing. From what I could see, Travis’s work on the caterpillar had made so much progress that he was more than half way through. He had cleared the site of all the trees and underbrush leaving the trees that were not to be bulldozed down. He was working on leveling the area where the building was to be built. There were a number of men, trucks and various pieces of equipment on the site. The men were using chain saws cutting up the trees that had been bulldozed down and hauling off the debris. Travis was talking to some of the men, and it looked like he was giving them instructions or orders.

I was setting on the porch drinking a coke when Travis had finished for the day. When I saw him walking toward the porch, I knew that it was the right moment for me to sketch the portrait of him. I asked him to set down on the porch and let me get my sketchpad. I handed him my coke to drink while I was gone.

He posed for me for twenty minutes or so. The sketch that I did in my opinion was the best work that I had ever done. He had on his hardhat and gloves. His face was covered with grease, dirt and sweat. I had a lot of work to do on it before it was finished, but I had captured what I needed to make a magnificent drawing. While Travis was inside taking a shower, I went over to where the caterpillar was parked and sketched in the caterpillar as a background for the drawing. I could hardly wait to work on the sketch some more. Again, I was not going to let Travis see the sketch until I had finished.

I went inside and Travis had taken his shower and was stretch out on his bed sound asleep. I took my shower and got dressed for dinner and work. Travis seemed very tried when he got off work and I let him sleep until it was almost time to go for dinner. I went into his room to wake him up. He was lying on his back with his penis looking so enticing and I could not resisted. I set down on the side of his bed and began to suck on his soft manhood. He had a full erection that I was diligently sucking on when he woke up.

“Hey there Good Buddy. Wow! Keep that up and I’m going to shoot off.”

I speeded up my giving him head until he did shoot off. I told him to get his ass up and get dressed that we were running late.

Wednesday, after Travis came home from work, we both took showers and Travis came into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. I had picked up some massage oil on my way home from work. I gave him a full massage and he in turned did the same to me. We lay down and took a nap together before going to dinner. While at dinner and on the way home, I tried to explain my concerns about the fact that I was falling in love with him. He had very little to say. He just kissed me and told me that he felt the same way.

When I got into my old car to go to work, I could not get it started. I went inside and told Travis that I could not get my car started and asked if he would take me to work. I got into his pickup and he asked me where I worked. It had never occurred to me that I had never told him where I worked or what I did. When I told him the name of the architectural firm, he had a strange expression on his face, but he did not say anything or ask any questions other than wanting to know what I did there. I told him that I was a draftsman.

The next day after Travis got off work, he brought a man home with him, and they worked on my car, and got it started. The man with him went back over to the construction site. Travis came inside and told me that my car needed to be retired to a junkyard. He kissed me on my lips and smiled. He reached up with his finger and tried to remove some of the grease or dirt that he put on my lips when he kissed me. He looked at his hands, and grinned, and told me that my face was dirty, and for me to go wash it.

We both showered and made love in my bed. We gave each other a blowjob, and were lying beside each other.

“Jerry, we need to talk some. You told me last night that you thought that you were falling in love with me. I’ve fallen in love with you. I wished that I did not have to go home tomorrow afternoon, but there is some business that I do need to take care of. I have not been completely honest with you. It was not intentional. When I found out last night where you worked, I decided that I would rather you hear the truth from me, than from someone at your office. Monday I will explain. It’s nothing bad and I don’t want you to worry your pretty head over it. Sweetheart, I love you.”

“I love you too Travis. Please tell me about this business of not being honest with me is all about? Do you have another lover at home?”

“No Good Buddy! It concerns my job. Don’t worry about it. Everything is going to workout. Now give me a kiss and let’s go chow down.”

Travis kissed and hugged me more passionately than before. We got dressed and before we left to go eat, I gave Travis the sketches that I found upstairs that I was going to throw away. I showed him the finished portrait that I had done. He broke down in tears when he saw it. He could not say anything but hugged and kissed me for a long time. That made me feel like my effort was truly appreciated and I had accomplished my goal.

Friday when I woke up, I found a note from Travis telling me that he had taken off work early and had gone home. He said he would see me Monday morning. He asked me to take off work Monday night so I could spend Monday and Tuesday with him. He signed the note Love You, Travis.

Saturday afternoon there was a knock on my front door. When I answered the door a man was there holding a piece of paper and a set of keys. He told me that he had an offer that I could not refuse. I had no idea what he was talking about. I invited him to come inside. As he was coming into the door he told me to look at the car in my driveway. I looked outside and there was a brand new red Lincoln sedan.

The man introduced himself but I do not remember his name. He handed me the piece of paper and told me that it was the title to the car in my name and the car was mine if I would trade my old car for it. I told him that I did not understand. The man smiled and told me that he did not understand either, but was told to deliver the car and to pick up the old car and the title. If I chose not to trade, that he was to leave the new car and call the dealership and they would send someone to pick him up. The dealership did not want the old car and was accepting it as a trade as a courtesy to me to get rid of it. I asked him who paid for the car. He told me that some man named Travis Murphy from Murphy Contractors and Assoc.

The man must have thought that I was a mental case. I just set down on the floor and cried. The man tried to console me but he did not know what to do. After I regain my composure I looked at the title to be sure that it was real. I got up and got the keys to my old car and I went outside with the man. The title was in the glove compartment and I signed it over to the dealership. I got some of my personal things out of the car and gave the keys to the man and he drove off.

I went over and looked at my new car. It even smelled new on the inside. I got inside the car and set down behind the steering wheel and broke down crying again. I had mixed emotions. I wished that Travis were there so I could thank him, and at the same time I did not want him to see me crying and acting like a baby. I started up the car, and was going to drive it around the block. I ended up driving it around the block a half dozen times before pulling it back into the driveway. I got out of the car opened the trunk, and I examined every square inch of the car before locking it up and going back into the house.

Earlier in the week, I had seen a couple of men erecting a sign on the corner of the construction site. I had paid no attention to what was on the sign. I had only read the part about “The Future Alexander High School”. I had not paid any attention to “Murphy Contractors and Assoc.” Even if I had, I would not have ever connected Travis being the operator of a caterpillar with Murphy Contractors. Travis may have told me his last name was Murphy but I did not remember if he had or not. To me he was just Travis a hard working labor, operating a bulldozer. There were a lot of questions and a mystery that only Travis could answer and solve. I wanted to call him and thank him for the car but the son-of-a-bitch had never given me his home phone number.

I want to see Travis so bad. I was going to get the sketches of him and look at them. They were missing. I was shocked that Travis had taken them without saying anything.

Sunday morning I just could not stay in the house by myself. I drove my new car to my office and worked all day. I was just about to leave and go home when the architect that designed the high school building came into the office. His name was Mike Walker. I was surprise to see Mr. Walker and he was not expecting me to be there. We set down and started talking. I asked him what he knew about Murphy Contractors and Assoc. and in particular about Travis Murphy. Our conversation was very enlightening to me and resulted in a change of my duties with the firm.

Mr. Walker told me that the old man Murphy started the business at an early age. He began as a labor. Today Murphy Contractors and Assoc. is very well established and respected. It is a multi-million dollar business. Travis was born when the old man was in his late fifties. Travis is the only child. The old man was determined that Travis was not going to be handed everything on a silver platter, and was going to have to earn his very sizable inheritance. The old man was testing Travis by requiring him to work as a labor and learn the business from the ground up. He thought that Travis should know what it was like to have to work and sweat for his livelihood. Travis was just finishing up his indoctrination, and the old man was opening a branch office here, and Travis was going to be put in full charge. Travis was to supervise the branch office for a year, and then the main office would be move here, and the old man was going to retire. The building of the high school would be the first project that Travis would be in complete charge of overseeing. He had received the best of education, and was very capable of doing the job and taking over the business. Mr. Walker told me that the old man Murphy had no idea as to what he was worth, and lived in the same old house that he lived in when he started the business.

I told Mr. Walker how I met Travis, and that he was renting a room from me. I did not give him any of personal details other than Travis and I were acquaintances, and I had just learned that he was more than an operator of a caterpillar.

When Mr. Walker found out that I knew Travis, and that I lived across the street from the site, he asked me if I would be interested in assisting him supervise the construction. I asked him what that would entail, and he told me that periodically the construction site would be inspected to see if the contractors’ construction where in accordance to the plans and specifications that were as required. If some variation or changes were necessary by the architect he would call it to the attention of the contractor to make the correction or necessary changes. He told me that since I was familiar with the blueprints that I should not have any difficulty. He told me that if I chose to assist him that my workload at the office would be reduced. I would have a set of blueprints and work from my home. He wanted me to start in a week. I told him that I would think about it, and let him know in a few days. My concern was that it might create some riff between Travis and I. I wanted to talk to Travis before agreeing to take on the responsibilities.

The sound of the caterpillar starting up woke me up Monday morning. I was pissed off that Travis had not wakened me up. I went and looked outside and someone else was operating the bulldozer and Travis’s pickup was not parked out front. I thought that was strange, but remembering what Mr. Walker told me about Travis was finishing up his trial term with his father, possibly explained what was happening. I eat breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen and cleaned myself up and got dressed. I expected Travis to walk in at any minute. I waited and waited, and he did not show up. It was close to ten o’clock, and he still had not arrived. I was as nervous as a cat. Then I heard his truck drive up into the driveway. As soon as he opened the front door, I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him like he had never been kissed before.

“Woe! Woe! Woe Good Buddy! Let me set this stuff down.”

Travis was caring a bag in each hand and had some clothes under his arms. I got off of him giving him time to set everything down.

He said, “Man! I have never received a welcome like that before.”

I jumped on him again and in between kissing him and said, “Thank you! Thank you! I love my new car. I love you most of all.”

I started undoing his pants.

He said, “Now, hold on Jerry. We are going to have plenty of time for that. Come and help me unload my truck.”

When we got out to the truck he handed me the framed sketch of his portrait. He was watching me to get my reactions.

“Oh Travis this is great. I am so pleased.”

He then showed me the other two-framed sketches, and I was also pleased with them. I carried two of the framed sketches and he took one and some more of his clothes into the house. He had also brought his computer and a bunch of other things. It took us several more trips to get everything inside.

“Jerry we need to set down and talk.”

“Talking can wait. I want you to fuck my skinny ass. I want to suck your dick. I want to make love to you. I love you Travis.”

I had unbuttoned and zipped down his pants that had fallen around his ankles and yanked off his shirt. He must have gotten my message because he helped me get undressed, and as we head to my bedroom, he grabbed a sack that he had brought in. We got to the bed and he dumped the contents of the sack onto the bed. There were numerous condoms and tubes of KY. We smiled at each other and climbed onto the bed hugging and kissing each other. He seemed to be as eager and horny as I was. We took turns in sucking each other’s dicks and he fucked me in several different positions. When he started shooting off in my ass, I was shooting off on him, the bed, and myself.

Being very sexually gratified and satisfied we lay down beside each other. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Good Buddy, I love you. Now I’ve got to tell you something. I have misled you.”

I interrupted him and said, “I love you with all my heart, Travis. I would love you the same if you did not have any money.”

“What? How did you know that I’m wealthy?”

“I found out yesterday. I had a long talk with Mr. Walker.”

“Jerry, I’m sorry that I was not honest with you. I just had to find out if you like me or if you liked my money. Being well off sometimes is a great handicap.”

“Travis, I love you. I don’t care anything about your fucking money. You know that don’t you?”

He did not answer but hugged and kissed me. I told him about Mr. Walker wanting me to assist him in supervising the construction of the high school building. He told me that he would like that. He said that he knew that we could work together and build the best high school building that had ever been built in the city.

He said, “Now that both of us are taking on new responsibilities, we need to go shopping and buy suitable new wardrobes. You can’t come on my construction site without a hardhat.”

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Note: The story ends here but you can be assured that Jerry and Travis are still in love and they are enjoying living together.

 
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