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[deltaT]

Re: Juan—My Houseboy – Chapter 3

Hi Kevin,

Thanks for another great chapter.

Best Regards,
Delta

 

[sheep]

Re: Juan—My Houseboy – Chapter 3

Faaaabulous

 

[RobKL]

Re: Juan—My Houseboy – Chapter 3

Thanks for such an inspirational story. Your talents as an author are outstanding. I have read almost all of the stories you have authored and have never offered you a criticizism because I read them at my leasure offliine. Please keep up the good work! Bob

 

[Gardenboy95]

Re: Was It Destiny?

I tell people, to love your children, if you do not, someone else will. We need to understand, for some people, its their calling in life to look out and help a young person to get ahead. Some young people could care less about the older people, but for those who do, there can be a reward, not that it should be our motivation. The bible says, "Honor thy mothr and father, that thy days be long."
I think what I like about the story are some things that are very similiar to my own life. I had to help my family when they were not able to earn a weekly living, while I had some. They had taken me in when at age 4 no one else wanted me, so it was not a burdon, but a pleasure, now in their death, what they thought was little is now worth a lot.
While the sexual male to male scenes are similliar, your character certainly would out do me by far at that age. Good story.
I was going to label Mr. Sullivan as gay, but sometimes those secrets should remain secret.

 

[unoponcho]

One Straight, One Bi, One Gay

One Straight, One Bi, One Gay

By Kevin---unoponcho

The following is a quote from Autolycus who responded to a reader of one of my stories that commented that my story had caused him to have a tent in his pants:

Perhaps Kevin's stories should carry a Health Warning - something on the lines of "This story can seriously affect the way you wear your pants"!

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Beware! This story does not warrant a Health Warning.

I am always amazed, amused and sometimes baffled when I meet some of the strange people in this world. I have tried to relate one of these experiences. Unlike some of my stories, you possibly will not find this story to be erotic.

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On a Sunday afternoon in the middle of the summer, I went for a walk. I had only been in town for a few weeks. My company had transferred me and I was just learning my way around town. After walking for sometime, I was hot, thirsty and bored. I decided to walk to a gay bar that I had been to a couple of times.

From my past experience in going to gay bars, I was not expecting very many men to be there in the afternoon on a Sunday.

When I went in, there were two guys that were setting at a table in the far corner that were drinking and talking. The bar had no other customers. I got a beer and sat down at a table. I looked around and could not imagine why there were six bartenders all busy behind the bar. The jukebox was blaring and the air condition was turned down so it was cold in the bar. I just slumped down in the chair, relaxed, and slowly drank my beer.

I had finished about half of my beer when half dozen or more guys came in, got their drinks, and set down. By the time I finished my beer, a lot more men had come in. One of the bartenders came to my table and asked if I wanted another beer. I ordered another one and he brought it to my table. More guys were coming in and there were several couples dancing on the dance floor.

I became aware that the bartenders were bringing in food and setting up a buffet. I asked one of the bartenders what was going on. He told me that the bar started serving a free buffet on Sunday afternoon trying to get more business. Things began to get lively, and everyone was having a lot of fun. I decided to hang around, and take advantage of the free meal. It would have to be a better meal than anything I would fix for myself at home.

Everyone seemed to know each other. I seemed to be the only person there that did not know anyone. I was setting at the table alone nursing my beer, and checking out all the good-looking guys, especially the ones that were dancing. I love to dance, and was hoping that someone would ask me to dance with them. My mind must have wondered off. Suddenly I heard a voice.

“Hey man! Would you mind sharing your table with us? It seems all the other seats are taken.”

“Certainly!” I replied as I looked up, and saw two men and a beautiful lady standing waiting for my reply.

Seeing the lady, I jumped up, and help her set down. I said, “My name is Kevin.” One of the men said, “I’m Bill, and this is my girlfriend Martha, and this is my lover Walt.” I shook hands with Bill and Walt and nodded to Martha. I observed that Bill sat down between Martha and Walt.

I knew immediately that there was something strange going on. In the first place why would two guys that were lovers bring a beautiful lady to a gay bar?

Bill, Walt and Martha were in their early thirties. Bill and Walt were tall, handsome, dignified, well dressed, and looked so much alike that they could pass as twins.

Walt excused himself and went to the bar to order their drinks. When he returned he also brought me another beer.

Shortly after Walt had returned with the drinks, Martha excused herself, and went to the ladies room. She had no more than walked away from the table, when Walt and Bill got up and started to dance together. They made a very handsome couple. The way they danced together there was no doubt that they had danced together many times.

They had just returned to the table from dancing, when Martha returned. Bill asked her to dance before she even sat down. Walt looked over at me, and asked me if I would like to dance. Without any hesitation, I stood up, and as we were walking onto the dance floor, he told me that I would have to lead. He said that he had danced with Bill so long that he was not use to leading.

I have had the experience of dancing with a lot of men before, but never with a man that was as smooth of a dancer as Walt. He anticipated every move and step I made. While we were dancing, I watched Bill and Martha dancing together. They dance well together, and were doing some fancy footsteps. We all returned to the table. I thanked Walt for dancing with me.

Bill and Walt returned to the dance floor, and I asked Martha if she would dance with me. We had only been dancing for a minute or two, when she told me that I was a good dancer. I returned the compliment, and told her that I had never dance with anyone that dance as well as she did. She stopped in the middle of the dance floor, and asked me if I knew how to tango. I told her that I use to, but I did not know if I sill could. She took a hold of my hand and led me to the jukebox. She must have known that there was a tango on the jukebox, because in moments she had punched the buttons for a tango. She smiled at me and told me that she loved to dance the tango, but Bill did not know how.

As soon as the music started, no one on the floor could dance to the music, and they cleared the dance floor. Martha and I stepped out onto the floor and started dancing. I was surprised at myself for remembering the steps. It was not long before we were doing fancy steps and Martha was following every move that I made. When we finished the dance, everyone one in the bar were clapping and whistling. We took our bows and returned to our table. Both Bill and Walt shook my hand, and were congratulating me on how well I danced. Bill kissed Martha on her cheek before she sat down.

For the next couple of hours, we drank, eat, danced, and talked. I felt like I had made some true friends. We had more fun than I had had in a long time.

I learned from Walt that he and Bill lived together for four years before Bill met Martha. Walt said that Bill was Bi and that he was totally gay. Now, Bill spent equal time with Martha and with him.

When I decided that it was time for me to go home, they invited me to join them at the same time the coming Sunday.

The next three Sunday afternoons we met at the bar. From what I had learned from them, and particularly what Walt had told me, I had pieced together enough information for what I thought was an interesting story. The following is based on what I learned, but of course extreme liberties have been taken.



At the age of twenty-four, Walt had been around the block, so to speak. In fact, he had been around the block several times. He had had numerous sexual experiences, and had the reputation as being very promiscuous. He admitted that when it came to sex that he was out of control, and was not particular who he had sex with. He would give a blowjob to almost anyone that would let him. He had never seriously considered settling down and being monogamous.

Professionally, Walt was beginning a successful career. He had had some experience in drama and acting, and had also been in a number of musicals as a dancer. Then he got into screen writing, and was extremely good at it. His talent was being recognized.

One Saturday night, Walt and Bill were at the same party. They knew each other casually. Bill was interested in drama and acting, and had been the Director of several plays. Walt was very attracted to Bill, but Bill considered himself as being straight.

Walt had dropped enough hints to Bill that he was well aware of Walt being gay and was interested in him.

Bill had brought a young female as his date to the party. After Bill and his date had had several drinks, they had an argument. He was casting for a new play and his date wanted the lead part. Bill did not think his date was suited for the part and refused to give it to her. She became irate and called a taxi and went home.

Walt just happened to be standing nearby, and heard enough of the disagreement to know that Bill was upset and angry. Walt walked over and started a conversation with Bill. Perhaps because of the combination of alcohol and anger, Bill agreed to go home with Walt and have sex with him. Bill made it very clear to Walt that he was straight, and that this was going to be a one time only occurrence.

Walt had always been obsessed with straight men, and it was a challenge to him to have sex with them. In the case of Bill, it was different. He was pleased that he was going to have sex with him, but for the first time in his life, he believed that he had found someone with whom he wanted to settle down and have a serious relationship.

By the time they got to Walt’s home, Walt had planned his strategy, and was going to take it step by step. He took Bill into his bedroom and helped him take off his clothes, and he removed his.
Without any hugging, kissing, fondling, or any type of foreplay, Walt got on his knees and took Bill’s semi-hard-on into his mouth, and started to suck and tease it with his tongue. Bill almost instantly obtained an erection. He continued to give him head observing that Bill was thoroughly enjoying the sensations and pleasures that he was feeling. They moved to the bed where Walt concentrated his efforts on stimulating Bill’s cock and balls for the sole purpose of causing him to get his rocks off. After Bill had shot off, Walt did not give him a chance to reciprocate or try to satisfy him in anyway.

He got up and started getting dressed. Bill also got up and dressed. Walt had observed that Bill had looked at his erection with interest. He believed that the quick blowjob that he had given Bill was sufficient to cause him to want to come back to receive another one.

Before Bill left, he expressed his appreciation to Walt for his first blowjob, and told him that he never experienced anything like it before. Walt gave him his phone numbers, and told him to call him at anytime day or night, if he ever wanted another blowjob.

The next afternoon, which was a Sunday, Bill called Walt. He told Walt that he had been getting erections, and his dick felt like his lips were around it, and still felt like it was being sucked. He asked if he could come over for another blowjob. This was just what Walt had planned, and his strategy seemed to be working.

This time Walt took more time while giving him head, and gradually built him up to a higher level of ecstasy causing him to have even a more gratifying climax. While sucking on Bill’s cock, he got Bill to jack him off. Bill seemed to enjoy touching and jacking on Walt’s erection. After they both had ejaculated, Bill took him out for dinner. Before leaving Walt, he had thanked and expressed his appreciation several times, and made a date to return Monday evening and spend the night with him.

Bill not only return to spend the night on Monday, but also, Wednesday, Friday and the weekend. Each time they had sex, their sexual activities became more involved. By the time Bill went home Sunday evening, they had progressed to the point that they were kissing, hugging, fondling and engaging in foreplay, and were performing oral and anal sex on each other.

Seeing each other on a regular bases for the next several months, their relationship became serious. They had fallen in love with each other, and had moved in together. They had been together for almost four years, when Bill met Martha and wanted to date her.

Bill talked to Walt about wanting to date Martha. Walt felt secure enough about their relationship that he had no objections. He knew that Bill loved him, and he did not believe that he would ever leave him.

Bill started dating Martha, and it was not long before he was occasionally going to bed with her. He had informed Martha about his relationship with Walt, but that did not seem to bother her. It was not long before Bill and Martha had fallen in love with each other. Bill had found himself in being in the awkward situation of being in love with both a man and a woman at the same time. So far as he was concerned, he loved both of them equally as well.

They set down together and came up with a plan in which all of them agreed and believed would be a workable solution.

They had a house built, which was not much different than other houses, except it had a master bedroom on each end of the house. One of the master bedrooms was Martha’s and the other one was Walt’s. Bill spent equal time in each of the master bedrooms.

There had been some talk about Bill and Martha getting married, but if they did, it would not change their arrangement in anyway.

One of the things that they agreed on was that when they went out for dinner, movie, bar or whatever, the three of them would go together.

Both Martha and Walt at first objected to one of Bill’s proposed suggestions. Occasionally, he wanted the three of them to have sex together. The first several times that they all had sex it was both awkward and embarrassing to Martha and Walt. There were a lot of adjustments for both parties, probably more so for Walt. He certainly was not interested in having sexual contact with Martha. With some experimentation and ingenuity they learned that when Bill was involved in having intercourse with Martha, the majority of the time depending on their positions that either Bill’s anus was available to be fucked or his head and mouth was free to suck Walt off. Having a threesome, occasionally, was working out for all concern, especially for Bill.

Even though the circumstances were unusual. After talking to each of them I believe that their relationships was working out beautifully. Martha and Walt were very good friends and had a lot of respect for each other. There had never been a serious disagreement between the three of them.

Walt and Martha, both being horny, were concerned that because of all of the sex that they were forcing Bill to have might kill him. Bill, on the other hand, could not imagine a better way to go.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY.

THERE IS NO WAY THAT ANY OF THE AUTHORS OF THE STORIES POSTED TO KNOW IF YOU READ THEIR STORIES OR WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THEIR STORIES UNLESS YOU RESPOND. PLEASE LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORIES THAT WE HAVE POSTED

Kevin
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[BDX]

Re: Juan—My Houseboy – Chapter 4

Thanx Kev, I did enjoy this one, got me hot again

BDX

 

[violetsandy]

Re: The Collected Works Of Unoponcho [See last page for full Index]

I just finished all the stories and comments in this section. They were all very good stories. I have written one too but cannot share it as it is autobigraphal, and starts when I was 6 years old.

 

[unoponcho]

Volunteers Have Sex In Central America

Volunteers Have Sex In Central America

By Kevin---unoponcho

Some time ago, there was a catastrophe in a small community in a Central America country. At the time I was a member of a protestant church. I am not going to identify the church or the country at the request of my church.

I was having difficulty in accepting the fact that I was gay, and I had talked at length with my minister about my problem. We had gotten to know each other very well and he was very understanding and helpful. He knew about my being talented in being a leader, and being able to organized and get things done.

The catastrophe involved a forest fire that had wiped out the small community in Central America, and received very little attention from the media. The Red Cross was doing what they could, but there was a lot more that needed to be done to help the community to get back on their feet. My minister and two other ministers from the same faith in different parts of the U.S. decided to get their churches involved in giving aid.

I was in between jobs at the time, and my minister asked me to go to this country along with two other men from two other churches. I was asked to coordinate and assist the two other men, and to keep the three churches informed as to what was going on, and what we needed to do to help the community. I was told that we would probably be gone for two or three months.

At the time I was living in San Antonio, Texas. The two other volunteers came to San Antonio where we received our final briefing and instructions from my minister. I had contacted the Red Cross and they had given me the name of the person to contact upon reaching our destination. We went over our plans and checked out the supplies, equipment, and things that we were going to take with us. We were given a through physical and given various vaccinations. All precautions were taken that we did not have some disease that we were taking with us. They even checked to make sure that none of us had AIDS or a venereal disease.

Mark Simmons was from Chicago. He had been trained as a medic while he was in the service, and had become a nurse after he was discharged.

Bill Barnes was from Atlanta, Georgia. He had had a lot of experience in construction. His father was a contractor, and Bill had been around and worked as a labor in the construction field for most of his life. He had been trained and educated in preparation to work with his father, and someday take over his father’s contracting business.

After the three of us were briefed, we were put on a plane for our destination. A young man that was a native, who spoke some English, was sent by the Red Cross to meet us at the airport.
He took our supplies and us to the community that was devastated by the fire. There appeared to not be a building or structure that had not been damaged by the fire. The citizens were living in tents or some kind of make shift shelters. When we got to where the Red Cross had set up tents, we met Allen Tucker who we were supposed to meet. After talking to Allen briefly, he showed us where we could put up our tents, and asked us to get settled in, and meet him for dinner. At that time, he would tell us what he thought we should do and what needed to be done.

Mark, Bill and I were about the same age. I had just turned twenty-two last month. We all were still wet behind our ears, and did not know for sure what we were doing there or how we could help these poor people that were still in a state of shock from loosing almost everything they had. Each of us set up our tents, found the temporary showers and latrines that we were to share with the Red Cross personnel.

We had not had much a chance to get to know each other. We had talked some during our flight, but I think because each of us were sent there by our churches that we had our guard up, and was trying to give each other the impression which our churches expected us to give. I believe each of us knew that the other was gay, but would not admit it for fear of being severely scorned by the other.

When we met Allen for dinner, he had a man called Carlos that was one of the community leaders with him. During and after dinner, Allen talked almost continuously about what had happened and what needed to be done. He told us that the Red Cross would be leaving in a week or so.

He told Mark that the community had one doctor who was elderly and in poor health, but had been a gods sin in helping take care of the citizens who were wounded and ill. The trained Red Cross people had done what they could to help, and for the most part the crisis was over. Both Allen and Carlos told Mark that they were glad he was there and could help fill in the gap working with the elderly doctor and helping the wounded and ill.

Then Allen told Bill that he could just look around and see the destruction and devastation in the community and tell how much reconstruction needed to be done. He and Carlos told Bill that they thought that renovating and construction of a hospital would be one of the priorities on the lists. They were hoping that Bill would take charge and oversee the construction of the hospital along with other constructions sites going on at the same time.

I was told that I would be the liaison and coordinator between the city leaders, Red Cross and other agents and keep everyone informed as to what supplies were needed and a progress report on all the projects that were taking place. It was going to be my responsibility to find out what Mark and Bill needed and for me to inform the appropriate people to obtain what was necessary. Some of the items needed may come from the government, city authorities, Red Cross or other agents, and some may be acquired through our churches.

Carlos and Allen must have seen the bewilderment expressions on our faces.

Carlos said, “Senors, I and my community appreciate your coming here to help us. We know that we are delegating a lot of responsibility on your young shoulders. We have full faith in that you will come through and not let us down. At any time you need my help or support I am available. Knowing that none of you speak Spanish, I have asked three of our citizens who speak English to serve as your interpreters, and who will provide you with transportation wherever you need to go. They will come to your tents in the morning after you have finished breakfast.

Allen assured us that we had his and the Red Cross’s support, and we would not be left with an impossible job to do.

After dinner, Mark and Bill came to my tent. We sat down and talked way into the night. We got to know each other better and we formed a bond that we would stick together through all this, and had each other to rely on if things got tough. We made plans for all of us to go together to see the hospital and assess the damage before taking Mark to the Red Cross tent where the doctor and others were treating patients. We would try to meet each other for our meals as often as we could, and get together each night to evaluate the situation and progress. Before we parted and Mark and Bill went to their tents, each of us had said enough with out coming right out a saying it, that we all knew that each of us were gay. Bill had us put our arms around each other and offered a prayer asking for God’s guidance and help with the tasked we had been given.

The next morning, after breakfast our interpreters drove us, and we made a tour of the ruins of the hospital. Bill believed that the structure was sound and that the building could be renovated. One wing of the hospital had less damage than the rest of the building. He began to give me a list of materials, tools and personnel that he would need to do the job. Mark was giving me a list of medical equipment and supplies that needed to be replaced, but he wanted to go over the lists with the doctor before officially requesting such equipment and supplies. At this point Mark did not know if the Red Cross was going to leave any of their equipment and supplies when they left.

Bill and I went with Mark and our interpreters to the Red Cross Medical Tent, and we met Dr. Garcia. Dr. Garcia must have been close to eighty years old. He was very feeble, but as sharp as a tact. Dr. Garcia could speak some English, but the interpreters had to tell us some of the things he said. He seemed exhausted from the heavy load that he had been under. The Red Cross doctor and nurses had left some days ago. Dr. Garcia wasted no time in putting Mark to work. One of the interpreters stayed with Mark.

Our interpreters took Bill and I where ever we wanted to go through out the day. They took us on a tour see some more of the community. There were citizens working around different homes and buildings trying to clean up and recover anything of value.

Bill was uncertain where his responsibilities started and ended. We decided to pay Carlos another visit. After talking to Carlos, who thank goodness could speak English fluently, we learned that he primarily was concerned about the hospital, temporary homes and schools. Carlos believed that the rebuilding of businesses, offices and private homes should be left up to the citizens. He asked Bill if he could come up with plans for building temporary shelters and temporary schools and concentrate his efforts on renovating the hospital. We gave Carlos a list of materials, equipment, tools, and personnel that he would need to get started. Carlos told Bill that he would see what he could do, but was not for sure how long it would take him to get some of the things. Carlos told me that he had arranged with Allen to get me a lap top commuter so I could keep in touch with him and others as to our needs for supplies, etc.

When we got back to our tents, there was a lap top commuter on my cot. I immediately established an email address for Bill, Mark and myself. Bill and I waited for sometime for Mark to come to his tent so we could go to dinner together. While we were waiting, Bill sent an email to his father and explains the situation that we were in. He asked his father for his advise on several different things. One of them was for ideas for structures for temporary houses and school buildings.

Bill and I waited until the last minute on Mark, but he did not show up. We got to the mess tent just before they stopped serving. We got a tray of food for Mark incase he showed up. After we had eaten dinner, Mark had not shown up and we took his tray of food to his tent. Bill and I went to take our showers. We put on our briefs and return to our tents. Several minutes after I got to my tent, Bill showed up with a cot that he had gotten from one of the Red Cross tents that were vacant. He set it up in my tent and told me that it seemed like my tent was going to be were the three of us meet and the extra cot provided everyone a place to set down.

Bill sat down and we started talking about what had happened since we arrived. The more we talked Bill began to have doubts about his capability of fulfilling the responsibilities that had been given him. I somewhat felt the same way, but I did have more self-confidence in myself than Bill. He seemed to be getting depressed and on the verge of getting emotional.

I was stretched out on my back on my cot while talking to Bill. He scooted over and set on the edge of my cot.

He took a hold of my hand and said, “Tom, I am just flat-ass scared. I know the good Lord thinks that I can handle the burdens that are on my shoulders or I would not be here. Tom would you mind just holding me. I need to be held right now.”

I reached up and put my hand on his shoulders and pulled him down so he was lying beside me. The cot was made for one person to sleep on, so we were very close together. I put my arm around him and could feel him relaxing. We did not say anything for some time. Then Bill reached for my hand that was around his chests and moved my hand down to his groin and placed it on his erection that was in his briefs. When he knew that I was not going to object, he slipped off his briefs and got up and took mine off. Neither of us said anything. He lay back down so we were in a six-nine position and began to give each other head. Knowing that sounds could be heard outside the tent, we were very careful to be a quiet as possible. We both became aroused very fast and it was not long before Bill shot off while I deep throated him. Moments later I shot off several times down Bill’s throat.

Bill got up and put his briefs back on and handed me mine to put on. He sat back down on my cot and patted me on the rear. I took a hold of his hand and squeezed it real tight. This was our way of thanking each other for the blowjobs that we had just given and received. Then Mark walk in. I am sure that he was aware as to what had just happened, but he did not say anything. He thanked us for bringing him his dinner and said that it was good even though it was cold. He sat down on the cot and started telling us about his day. He said that he had not stopped working from the time he started until he took off. He told us that he even assisted in delivering a baby boy. He told us that he was tired and every muscle and joint in his body was aching.

Bill jumped up and told Mark to take off his clothes while he went to his tent to get some massage oil and he would give him a massage. Mark stripped nude and lay down on his stomach on the spare cot. Bill returned with the massage oil and proceeded to give Mark a massage. Bill had barely started before Mark fell sound asleep. Bill put the lid back on the bottle of massage oil and set it under the cot. He put his fingers to his lips and then to mine and whispered goodnight as he was leaving to go to his tent.

Some time later in the night I woke up and Mark was standing beside my bed looking at me while he beat off. I had not been awake very long and Mark was not aware that I was awake. He shot off in his briefs that he had been wearing. As soon as he shot his load, he gathered up his clothes and went to his tent.

After breakfast, our interpreters met us at our tents. Mark and his interpreter left to go to work at the Medical tent. Bill and his interpreter went to the hospital site, and my interpreter stay with me and helped me to make a list of equipment, tools, and supplies that Bill needed. My interpreter’s name was Pablo and with his assistants the list was compiled in both Spanish and English and was emailed to both Carlos and Allen. Pablo and I then went to the Red Cross Medical Tent and sat down with Dr. Garcia and Mark and compiled a list of medical equipment, supplies, medications, etc. that they needed both in the near future and for the hospital when it was rebuilt or renovated. Again this list was in both Spanish and English and was emailed to Carlos and Allen. Dr. Garcia and Mark had everything under control. Mark was going to take over and let Dr. Garcia take the rest of the day off, so he could get some rest.

Pablo and I then went to the hospital site to check on Bill to see how he was doing, and what he might need. When we got to the site, I was shock by what was going on. The citizens from the community were there by the dozens as well as citizens from the surrounding villages had come with truckloads of lumber, tools, etc. to lend a hand and do what they could to help. Bill had more volunteers than he really needed. He had organized them and put them to work in different parts of the building. There were people everywhere working. Some were carpenters, plumbers, and electricians. Some were there to just clear out and dispose of the debris. Bill had sent some of the volunteers to work on the school buildings.

Later that afternoon, I had a brief meeting with Carlos and with Allen to keep them abreast as to what was going on. Both Carlos and Allen told me that they were being bombarded by offers to help coming in from around the world. What Bill, Mark, and I were doing was a drop in the bucket to what else was going on. The Red Cross had passed out clothing to those in need, and was passing out food or feeding the needy. Carlos was involved with numerous activities such as getting water, electricity, sewerage, telephone lines, etc., repaired and back in working order.

I got back to my tent before Mark and Bill. I wrote emails to our ministers outlining what was going on. I also sent an email to my parents and several of my friends. Bill had received an email from his dad that I did not open. I took a shower, shaved and changed clothes before Bill and Mark showed up. They were exhausted and hungry. We went to eat dinner and then I told Bill about the email from his father.

Bill read the email and said, “Oh Shit! I knew Dad would do this to me. He is flying here tomorrow to spend the day and see how he can help. My Dad does not think I can do anything right without him telling me how to do it.”

I told Bill and Mark to go take their showers and then come to my tent and we would talk. After they left to go to the showers, I stripped down to my briefs and lay down waiting on them. When they returned to my tent, they had on their briefs and sat down on the cot next to mine. I told Bill that Pablo and I would go to the airport to pick up his father, and I would show him around before taking him back to his plane tomorrow afternoon.

We began talking about what had happened during the day. Mark had Bill to lie down on the cot and was giving him a massage while we talked. Bill fell asleep, and Mark motioned to me to go with him. We went to Mark’s tent, and we began having sex with each other. After we had given head to each other for some time, I fucked Mark bareback knowing that both of us had been checked out negative for AIDS. After I shot off, Mark fucked me until he had also ejaculated into my asshole. Then Mark sucked on my cock until I climaxed the second time. I in turned gave him head until he had another orgasm. He was sound asleep when I left his tent to return to mine.

When I got back to my tent, Bill had turned over on his back and had a hold of his stiff erection. I sucked Bill off, and I am not for sure if he was even awake enough to know what had happened. I got on my cot and slept soundly through the night. When I woke up Bill was still sound asleep, and I had to wake him up so we could go to breakfast.

Pablo and I went to the airport and met Mr. Roberts, Bill’s father, and took him by the hospital site. He spoke to Bill briefly and showed him some blueprints for portable buildings for the school and for living quarters. Bill asked his father to show them to Carlos. We drove Mr. Roberts by the school site and to where temporary houses were to be built. Then we went to lunch before going to see Carlos.

Carlos was most impressed with the blueprints. Mr. Roberts pointed out to him that they could be built in sections that could easily be put together, and that they were inexpensive to build. He also said that they were portable and could easily be moved to other locations, and could have different exteriors put on at a latter date and become permanent structures. Mr. Roberts left a set of the blue prints with Carlos and gave me a set to give to Bill.

While Pablo and I were taking Mr. Roberts back to his plane, he was beaming over with pride. He was so proud of Bill that he could not say enough good things about him.

Many things happened during the next two weeks, yet they seem to fly by very fast. The Red Cross moved most of their things out of the community. We regretted seeing Allen leave. We had become pretty good friends and had a lot of admiration towards him. They left the shower, latrine, and cook tent so Mark, Bill and I could use them. They were to come back for the things they left at a later date.

Bill and his crew were making a lot of progress on the hospital and they had started building the temporary buildings under Bill’s supervision. Part of the hospital had been opened prior to the Red Cross leaving. Mark and Dr. Garcia continued to take care of the sick and wounded in the section of the hospital that had been renovated. Mark had assumed the greater part of the responsibility. The more serious cases were sent to a nearby community that had a young very capable doctor. Carlos was negotiating with a new young doctor to come to the community a couple times a week, because Dr. Garcia wanted to retire. I began to spend more and more time helping Carlos with his paper work, and different projects that he wanted me to assist him with.

Not every night, but most nights, I would have sex with either Mark or Bill or both of them. I had learned that Bill did not like to be fucked, but he enjoyed fucking me. It was not unusual for both Bill and Mart to fuck me the same night. I have a strong suspicion that both of them knew that I was having sex with each of them, but nothing was ever said. To my knowledge, Bill and Mart never had sex together up to this point.

The following two weeks, our workload for all three of us had diminished considerably. There was construction work going on through out the community. The schools had opened up and everything was beginning to return to normal. Bill had accomplished more in a period of weeks than it would have normally taken months to achieve. He had trained and organized the people working under him so well that he actually was not needed to be on the job full time. Mark was in a similar situation except that there were no qualified nurses and Dr. Garcia was doing the best he could, but he could no longer physically do any surgery or some of the other tasked that he as a doctor should do.

We had begun to talk about being able to go home. At least we could see a glimmer of light and the prospects of us going home in the near future looked good. All of us had been exchanging emails with our parents and friends. I’m not for sure what Bill had told his Dad about me, but a week before Bill and I were to leave to go home, I received an email from Mr. Roberts. He offered me a job with his construction company in Atlanta. He wanted me to work in the office as a Coordinator. He wanted me to be in charge of ordering materials and supplies for the various construction sites and schedule the equipment that was needed for various projects. The salary was more than I ever dreamed of ever making. Bill’s offer made it near impossible for me to turn down his father’s offer. Bill wanted me to be his roommate or as he put it, “My in-residence fuckbuddy”. I accepted the job and was to begin my new position a week after I got back to the U.S.

Bill and I planned on leaving before Mart. Mart wanted to stay there for a week or so longer so he could help indoctrinate a Catholic nun who was a nurse and had been sent there to oversee the hospital.

The last three days Bill and I were there seems like a homosexual fantasy. Mart had walked in and caught Bill and I having sex. It became a threesome. For the next three days we took care of what ever we needed to do for the day and spent the rest of the day giving or receiving blowjobs or fucking each other. Anytime one of us could get it up, the other two were there willing and able to take care of it. The last day Bill and I packed the things we were going to take back.
We helped Mart move into one of the rooms in the hospital. We had dinner together with Carlos. We spent the night in Mart’s room. Before we went to sleep, we gave Mart a night to always remember. Bill and I had taken turns in fucking Mart and giving and receiving blowjobs with him so many times that none of us could get another erection.

After returning home, my church asked me to write a full account of my experiences while in Central America. Knowing that it would not be a good idea for me to relate my sexual experiences, I had a real dilemma in deciding what I should write.

I summed up my experiences and wrote, “Mark, Bill and I went to Central America. We did the best job we could. With the Lord’s help, we accomplished our mission. We came back to the U.S with many memories that we will never forget.”

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Kevin
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Teenage Friendship That Survived For Decades

Teenage Friendship That Survived For Decades

By Kevin---unoponcho


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It was in the late summer when Tim and Zack first met each other. It was two weeks before they returned to their senior year in high school.

Zack’s parents had owned a cottage for several years on the Gulf of Mexico. It was on the Grayton Beach, which was about half way between Pensacola and Panama City, Florida. Zack and his parents lived in Tallahassee, Florida. The road in front of the cottage separated their property. The back of the cottage facing south was about five hundred yards from the beach on the Gulf. Across the road north of the cottage was about three hundred yards from the bay.

Tim’s and his parents lived in Montgomery, Alabama. Tim’s parents had just bought a cottage on Grayton Beach that was next door to Zack’s parent’s cottage.

Both set of parents were vacationing at the same time at their cottages. From the time Tim and Zack met there were inseparable for the two weeks they were at the cottages. They swam, fished, eat, and sometimes spent the night together. They had become very close friends.

After they returned home and started their senior year in high school, they wrote and called each other frequently. They could hardly wait to get together the following summer. They had talked their parents into letting them stay at the cottages during the summer before starting to college in the fall.

As soon as they graduated from high school, the headed to the beach cottages. During the summer, their parents occasionally came to the cottages for a weekend. For three months, Tim and Zack were together almost constantly. They had formed a friendship unlike they had ever experienced before. During the last month they began to have sex. They started off by masturbating each other. It was not long before they were performing oral sex on each other. This led them to further experimenting and having anal sex. They had sex while they were swimming, fishing, in the rowboat, on the beach, in the shower, and in bed together.

Having sex to them was nothing more than relieving their late teenage sexual tension. They were soon going to be nineteen years old. To them, having sex together did not mean that they were gay. They considered themselves as straight.

At the end of the summer, Zack began his Freshmen year at Florida State University in Tallahassee. Tim started his Freshmen year at Auburn University in Auburn, Alabama. A few weeks after their school had started, a hurricane hit the beach and destroyed both of their parents’ cottages. Tim and Zack kept in touch with each other through out their Freshmen year. They had hoped that their parents would rebuild the cottages, and that they would be able to spend the coming summer together again.

For various reasons, both Tim and Zack’s parents did not rebuild the cottages in time to be used during the summer. Since they could not go to the beach for the summer, both Tim and Zack got summer jobs to earn extra money to go to college. Tim went to visit Zack in Tallahassee for a couple of days before they retuned to their colleges.

It was after Tim and Zack had graduated from college and were married that their parents rebuilt the cottages. Tim and Zack had corresponded and kept up with each other during this time. During the Christmas breaks, they spent a few days together at one or the other’s homes.

Tim married and moved to Mobile, Alabama. He had a son, a very successful career, and marriage. His wife for twenty-seven years had cancer and died.

Zack married and he and his wife lived in Atlanta, Georgia. He, also, had a successful profession and had a son. Zack’s wife for twenty-five years got a divorce and married a man with whom she had been having an affair.

Through out the years, Zack and Tim kept in touch. Sometimes it would be a year between hearing from each other. They never missed sending a Christmas card and a message at Christmas.

At the age of sixty, Zack’s parents had died, and had left him a sizeable inheritance. His son had graduated from college, married, had a son and daughter, and was living in Tallahassee, and had taken over his grandfather’s business.

Zack decided to retire. He sold his home in Atlanta and moved to the cottage on the beach.

When Tim learned that Zack had retired and was living in his beach cottage, he also retired and started making plans to move to his beach cottage. His father was deceased and his mother was in a nursing home in Montgomery. His son, wife, grandson and granddaughter were living in Pensacola. He moved his mother to a nursing home in Pensacola. He sold his home in Mobile and his mother’s home in Montgomery.

The day that Tim moved into the beach cottage, Tim and Zack’s friendship picked up from the summer after they graduated from high school.

When Tim and the moving van pulled up in front of Tim’s cottage, Zack went over and greeted Tim with a big hug.

He put his hands on Tim’s shoulders and said, “You are a sight for sore eyes. I sure am glad to see you. Things have not been the same here without you. I know that we are now a couple of old farts, but every time I think about you and what we used to do together, I get a hard-on. After we get you moved in, would you be interested in going down on the beach and having supper with me, and then we can go skinny dipping after it gets dark?”

“It’s good to see you my friend. I would love to have supper with you, and the skinny dipping sounds great. If you can get a hard-on, I will assure you that I will take care of it like I used to do.”

Tim only moved the bare essentials that he would need. It only took the two men in the moving van less than an hour to move everything into Tim’s cottage. After everything was moved in, Zack left Tim to unpack and put everything away where he wanted it. Zack went to his cottage and gathered up the food, drinks, ice chest, towels, blanket, etc., to take to the beach.

Zack was ready and waiting on Tim when he came in. Both Tim and Zack were wearing their swimsuits and were barefooted.

Tim hugged Zack’s neck and said, “You know, for two old codgers, we don’t look so bad. We have put on a few pounds, but other than that I think we look damn good.”

“Your right! We don’t look so bad. With a little running and walking on the beach, we can loose some weight, and after we spend some time in the sun, we might even look a bit younger and better…..Help me carry this stuff to the beach. I’m starved.” Zack replied.

Once they were on the beach, they looked and could not see anyone in any direction. They spread the blanket down and started eating, drinking and talking. After they finished eating, they lay down on the blanket. They talked about their former jobs, children, grandchildren, and what all had gone on in their lives. Eventually, they got around to talking about the summer that they had spent at the beach together.

Tim asked, “Zack, have you ever had sex with any other man?”

“No! Have you?”

“No! You are the only one that I have ever wanted to have sex with.” Tim replied.

Zack said, “It’s strange how I feel about you. I have never known anyone like you before. You are the best friend that I have ever had. I am so glad that you are here. I hope that we can be together the rest of our lives.”

“Me too! I could never ask for a better friend. I loved my wife but it was different from the way I feel about you.” Tim replied.

“Tim, if we had sex together again, do you think that it would interfere with our friendship?”

“Shit no! So far as I am concerned, sex would only cause us to be better friends.” Tim replied.

Zack said, “We probably should talk about this some more later, but if anyone ever learned or became suspicious that we had sex, they may call us Queers.”

“I don’t care what they call me. I don’t go around putting tags on people. If that is what they call me, so be it. Right here and now, all I want is for us to suck each other’s pricks and get each other’s rocks off.”

The sun had gone down and it was fairly dark. Tim stood up, looked around to see if he could see anyone, and took off his swimsuit. He knelt down on the blanket by Zack’s side, and helped him pull off his swimsuit. He went down on Zack’s semi-hard dick and began giving him head. Within moments Zack was fully erect.

“God Tim! This feels like the old times. You certainly have not lost your touch in knowing how to make me feel good….Damn, that feels great.”

Tim was going “Mmmmmmmm” as he was moving so Zack could either suck or jack his hard-on.

They had been sucking and deep throating each other for some period of time. They both were experiencing having their dicks as harder and stiffer than they had had for a long time. They were so involved in their sexual act that they had nothing on their mind, but giving and receiving pleasure from one another.

Tim said, “God this is wonderful. I love sucking your dick. There is nothing else like this. You are doing great. My dick feels fantastic.”

They might not have been as vigorous and fast as they were when younger. It might have taken them longer, but the end results were as gratifying and pleasurable as it was in their younger years.

Zack screamed, “Oh Yeah! Ohhhh Yeaaahh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” as he was shooting off into Tim’s waiting throat.

Zack resumed sucking on Tim’s manhood, and he went, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Holy Shit……That was fucking amazing.”

After a short recovery period, they walked in the surf for a while and then out into the waves. They enjoyed holding on to each other and playing around for a while before picking up their things and returning to Zack’s cottage. They took a shower outside and dried off before going inside and putting the leftover food and things away. Then they went into Zack’s bedroom and got on the bed. They cuddled up next to each other and talked for an hour or so. They started playing with each other’s dicks. When they got each other hard again, they took turns in fucking each other until they reached another climax.

The next morning Tim was driving them into town to buy groceries. Tim asked Zack about the rowboat that they used to use to go fishing in the bay. Zack told him that the boat probably rotted away a number of years ago. About that time Tim spotted a boat shop. He pulled into the parking lot and told Zack that they should look for another rowboat.

They went into a showroom, and a salesman asked them if he could help them. Tim told the salesman that they were interested in a rowboat.

Zack said, “We want something sturdy and safe. Something like that boat over there but maybe a little larger.”

Zack was pointing to a cabin cruiser.

Tim said, “Zack, I know that you still think that you are a young man. Do you really want us to believe that you can row that damn thing? Shit man. We could go deep sea fishing in that ship.”

Zack replied, “Yep! We sure could and we could take or sons and families with us. Just imagine what we could do in the cabin when we are by ourselves?”

The salesman was thrown off guard, and was speechless for a few moments. Then he told them that there was a second hand cabin cruiser docked in the bay that they might be interested in. He took Tim and Zack down to the boat ramp and to a cabin cruiser that was docked in the boathouse. They looked at it and asked the salesman the asking price for the boat. The salesman explained that the boat was practically new and gave them the price, which was very reasonable for that type of boat. The boat also had a four-year warranty.

Zack said, “We will take the boat on four conditions.

Number one. We will come back this afternoon and you will take us out for a test drive and teach us how to drive it.

Number two. You will find someone who is capable, dependable and reasonable in building a boathouse to dock it in.

Number three. We can dock it here until the boathouse is completed.

Number four. Have a sign painter paint the name ‘Queen Liz’ on the boat.

The salesman again was stammering around for words. “Sir! Where do you want this boathouse built?”

Zack replied, “Down the road about six miles on the bay side.”

“Yes Sir! No problem. What time do you want to come back for the test drive?”

Zack looked at Tim whose mouth had dropped open, and replied, “Is two o’clock okay? Oh! Do you want cash or will a check do?”

“Sir! Two o’clock will be fine. Is your bank local?”

“Just about as local as you can get. American Bank one mile down the road on the right.”

“Yes Sir. That is where we do our banking. Let me get a little bit of information from you and I will have all the papers ready for you to sign after we get back from the test drive.”

After giving the information to the salesman and as they were leaving, Tim said, “Wow! All I was interested in was a small rowboat that would have cost maybe two hundred dollars at the most, and you have just obligated yourself for several thousand dollars for a fucking ship. I don’t know if I want you to go to the grocery store with me or not. The way you are buying things it may take an eighteen-wheeler truck to get the groceries home. Shit man. You bought the biggest fucking boat that they had.”

“Tim, I promised my father that I would buy a boat someday and name it Queen Liz in memory of my mother.”

They went to the grocery store and Zack did buy more groceries than Tim thought was necessary. He bought enough groceries to last both of them for two weeks plus enough to stock the galley in the new boat. Zack suggested that they take the Queen Liz the next day and go fishing for a couple of days.

When they got back to their cottages, they put the majority of the groceries in Zack’s cottage. They put the food that they would take with them fishing in bags or in the refrigerator ready to put in the ice chests. They filled the refrigerator and freezer and what they could not get into Zack’s, they put into Tim’s.

At two o’clock they were on the Queen Liz and were pulling away from the dock. They spent the majority of the afternoon and learned how to drive the boat. Zack wrote out a check and signed the necessary papers, one of which was insurance on the boat. They had dinner in town before returning to the cottage. They gathered up their fishing tackle, clothes, food, and everything they were going to take the next morning when they would go deep-sea fishing. They packed everything in the van that they were going to take except the ice chest.

Just before the sun started going down, they were walking on the beach either holding hands or with their arms around each other’s waist or shoulders. By the time the sun had set they were back to the trail going to Zack’s cottage. They pulled off their swim trunks and waded out into the waves. They took turns in standing behind one another and stroking each other’s pricks stopping just before nearing a climax. They put their arms around each other and waded out of the water. They picked up their swim trunks and trotted with bare-asses and their hard peckers were flopping while heading to the cottage. They took a quick shower outside to get the salt water and sand off their bodies before going inside. Tim head to the bedroom, and Zack made a quick stop at the refrigerator.

By the time they got in bed they still had semi-hard-ons, Zack went down on Tim, and in no time they both were sporting stiffs again. Zack reached for the spray can of whipping cream that he had gotten out of the refrigerator, and spray whipping cream all over Tim’s erection and balls.

Tim asked, “What in the hell are you doing man? What did you just put on me?”

“Just the topping for my dessert.”

Zack started licking the whipped cream off of Tim’s erection, and then deep throated him.

Tim yelled, “Jeezzzuuss. That feels good….Move your ugly puss up here so I can tell you something.”

Zack removed his mouth off of Tim’s manhood, and moved so he was looking into Tim’s face. Tim put his arms around Zack’s neck and pulled him down so their lips were just inches apart.

Tim said, “You have got that stuff all around your mouth. I’ll get it off for you.”

He started licking Zack’s face and then his lips. He began to passionately kissing and sticking his tongue in and out of Zack’s mouth.

Tim stopped kissing him for a moment and said, “I have always wanted to kiss you, but I did not know that it would be like tasting whipped cream. God! You are a good kisser.”

Tim did not give Zack a chance to say anything. He started kissing him again. They kissed each other a while before Zack moved so he was between Tim’s legs. He put Tim’s legs over his shoulders and bent down and started licking the whipped cream off of his pecker and balls. He did not stop there. He raised Tim’s legs in the air and licked his asshole and up to his scrotum.

Tim was twisting his body, moaning and using profanity under his breath. Zack returned his attention to giving him head. He was bobbing his head up and down at a regular rhythm and deep throating him about every third downward movement.

Tim was encouraging him and loudly saying, “Yeeaah! Yeeah! That’s it! Ahhhh Shit man. Suck my bid cock. Suck it man. Oh yeah! That’s it!………I’mmm fuuuucckinnng cummmming………… Ahhhhhhhhhhhh……. Damn man. That was the greatest yet.”

Zack move up and was going to kiss Tim.

Tim moved away from Zack and said, “Not now. Get on your back.”

Tim put whipped cream on Zack’s prick and balls and went down on him. Then he moved up with his face covered in whipped cream and started kissing him. After one kiss he had smeared whipped cream all over both of their faces. They took turns in licking it off before they kissed again.

Tim backed away and said, “It’s time for me to eat my dessert.”

He got between Zack’s legs and repeated what Zack had done to him. After Zack shot off, they took a shower together before returning to bed. They cuddled up close to each other and told each other goodnight.

Several minutes passed, and Tim said, “Zack! Are you awake?”

“Barely. What do you want?”

“Don’t forget to pack the whipped cream tomorrow.”

Zack whacked him on his bare butt, and did not say anything.

They got up before the sun came up to get an early start for the day. Zack was shaving while Tim cooked breakfast. He was standing in front of the mirror naked. He felt Tim come up behind him. Tim kissed him on the back of his neck while reaching around him and started fondling Zack’s penis.

Tim said, “Do you remember you used to do this to me and how pissed off I would get? It’s pay back time.”

Zack replied, “Yeah! I remember and you would spray shaving cream all over me. If you don’t stop that is what I’m going to do to you.”

After Zack finished shaving, he packed the ice chest while Tim finished cooking breakfast. After they ate, Tim shaved while Zack washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.

They made two stops on the way to the boathouse. One of the stops was to purchase fish bait at the bait store, and where they inquired as to where fish were being caught. The other stop was to buy several bags of ice just in case they caught any fish.

Once they arrived at the boathouse, it took them numerous trips to unload the van and get everything on the boat. They untied the boat and were on their way shortly after the sun came up. After they were out in open water, while Zack was steering the boat, Tim removed Zack’s shorts leaving him with his jockey strap on. He applied sun block over Zack’s body. Tim took the steering wheel and Zack put sun block on him. For the rest of the day, both of them had nothing on except they jockey straps.

By noon they had stopped in two different locations and dropped anchor and fished, but neither one of them got a bite. Tim volunteered to be chef on their outing and he prepared their lunch. They pulled up anchor after lunch and went to another location and had no luck. They decided to take a nap before trying again. After they had taken a nap the fish still were not biting, and they moved to a forth location and dropped anchor. They tried again and the fish were not biting. They decided to eat dinner and try again before going to bed. They still did not have any luck after they had finished eating their dinner.

The water was getting a little rougher and the wind had picked up causing the boat to rock back and forth. As Tim was climbing on the bed, he told Zack to bring the lube to bed with him that the rocking of the boat was causing him to want to be fucked.

They sucked each other’s pricks until nearing an ejaculation and took turns in fucking and shooting off in each other’s rectums. The rocking of the boat caused both of them to fall into a deep restful sleep.

The next morning just as the sun was coming up, Zack went up on deck to try his luck at fishing. Tim was starting to cook breakfast in the galley. Zack started catching nice size red snappers.

He yelled to Tim, “Put breakfast on hold. Get your ass up here. The red snapper are biting.”

For the next hour, they fished and caught more than they could possibly put into their deep freezers. Reluctantly, they stopped fishing. Zack cleaned and bagged the fish, and put them on ice while Tim finished cooking breakfast.

After breakfast, Zack took his laptop computer and went up on the deck and was going to read and write some emails. Tim cleaned up the galley and took a couple of beach towels and the sun block and went up on the deck to take a sunbath. He got Zack to stop long enough for both of them to strip down naked and put sun block on each other.

Tim spread the towels out on the deck and lay down to sunbathe. He soon was asleep. Zack was trying to concentrate on what he was doing on the computer, but kept getting distracted by looking at Tim’s nude body lying a few feet from him. Zack had used the computer an hour or so and kept getting erections. He finally gave up and took his computer back to the cabin. He got the whipped cream out of the ice chest and returned to the deck. Tim was lying on his back and Zack knelt down beside him and sprayed whipped cream on Tim’s privates. The sudden coolness woke Tim up not knowing what was going on. Instinctively, he took hold of his penis and got whipped cream on his hand.

He said, “What the fuck?” Then he realized what Zack had done. He began to lick the whipped cream off of his hand. Zack buried his mouth and nose in the pile of whipped cream searching for Tim’s flaccid penis. When he found it, he sucked it into his mouth and began to pump up and down on it. Once he got it erect, then he started licking the whipped cream off of is nuts and prick.

Tim began to twist and squirm, while pounding his fist on the deck and screaming, “Ohhh Fuck! Oh yes! Suck my prick! Make me cum!…OH ZACK, I LOVE YOU!”

Zack began bobbing his head up and down and deep throating Tim’s ridged hard-on. At the same time he began to tease Tim’s asshole with his finger. Perhaps it was the lube that had been used to fuck him during the night or perhaps it was the whipped cream that severed as a lube, but Zack’s finger slipped all the way inside Tim’s hole and he found his prostrate and was massaging it that caused Tim to scream out all kinds of obscenities, which was turning Zack on big time. Zack speeded up his bobbing up and down motions as well as his finger fucking movement. He was surprised when Tim’s started ejaculating down his throat. He had no idea that Tim was anywhere near having a climax. This time when Tim shot off, he did not make a sound. He just relaxed his tense body and laid perfectly still but breathing little harder than usual.

Zack rose up on his knees. He took the can of whipped cream and squirted a glob of it into his mouth and lips. He leaned over and started kissing Tim. They began to battle each other with their tongues as if they were trying to see who could eat the most of the whipped cream.

Tim was not going to let Zack get the best of him. He got Zack to lie down on his back. He got between his legs and applied an ample amount of whipped cream on his erected manhood, balls, and then stuck the nozzle up his asshole and emptied the remainder of the can into his rectum.

He tossed the empty can to Zack and said, “I’m going to give you a blowjob and before I am through, you may need that can to hold on to. Otherwise I might just be tempted to shove it up your fucking asshole.”

Tim began licking off the whipped cream and by the time he had finished, Zack was yelling, “Go down on me. Go down on me. I’m about to cum.” He deep throated him three or four times in succession and Zack began to shoot off four or five rounds of cum.

After they regained their breath, they took a quick swim to wash the remaining whipped cream off of their bodies. They cut their swim short when they saw some sharks swimming near them.

When they got back on the deck, Zack put his arms around Tim and asked, “Tim did you mean it when a little while ago when you said you loved me?”

“I’ve always loved you Zack.”

“Tim, I’ve always loved you. You are the only true friend that I have ever had. I want us to be together the rest of our lives…..Now! I’ve got something that is bugging me. It’s about this whipped cream shit. You have to promise me that we will never use it again. I’m sick at my stomach and for the past thirty minutes I have been farting whipped cream.”

The following eight weeks passed by rather quickly for Tim and Zack, but a number of things had happened. Tim never spent a night in his cottage. He moved his clothes and personal times into Zack’s cottage. They had set up a regular routine of jogging and walking on the beach. They were eating regularly and eating healthy food. They had lost their extra pounds of weight. The boathouse had been constructed and now housed the Queen Liz. They had gone deep sea fishing a number of times and always brought back fish, and gave away what they could not put in their freezers.

The most difficult thing of all was that they decided to come out of the closet. Each of them invited their sons and family to come to the beach and spend a week with them. Tim’s son and family stayed in his cottage and Zack’s son and family stayed in Zack’s cottage. Tim and Zack stayed in the cabin on the boat.

The first day that they were there, Tim with Zack’s assistants prepared the meals giving the two families time to get to know each other. By bedtime everyone was getting along fabulously. The two sons and two wives were acting like long time friends. The grandkids had a lot of fun playing together on the beach.

The second day, Tim and Zack told them that the next day they would take everyone on the Queen Liz for a days outing. The wives took over planning and cooking the meals. That night after the grandkids had gone to bed, Tim and Zack set down with their sons and daughter-in-laws and told them about their new gay lifestyle and intentions of being a gay couple from now on. It was such a shock to everyone that they did not know what to say. Zack broke the dead silence. He told them that he and Tim were going to go jogging on the beach and then they would go to the boat and go to bed. They wished everyone a goodnight and left.

When Zack and Tim returned to the boathouse, they found their sons and daughters-in-laws seating on the deck of the boat waiting on them. They all put their arms around Tim and Zack and told them that they loved them. They wished them the best of everything. They told Zack and Tim that being a gay couple did not change how they felt about them. They proclaimed that they were now one big happy family.

THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN FOR THE PURPOSE OF REMINDING THE YOUNGER GENERATION THAT SENIOR CITIZENS ARE ALSO SEXUAL AND LOVING HUMAN BEINGS.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE STORY - IF SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW
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absolutely great story

 

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A Strange Interrelationship

A Strange Interrelationship

By Kevin—unoponcho

A number of years ago when I was going to college, I was in my junior year. The college had several dorms that where located two miles from the campus. They were old dorms that had formerly been Army barracks and had been converted into dormitories. Because of the location and the condition of the dormitories the only students that lived in these dormitories were those that could not get into the dormitories on campus because of no vacancies or those like myself that chose to live there because they cost a third of what it cost to live on campus. For our meals we had to go two miles to the main cafeteria on campus.

The dorm that I lived in was less than half full. Everyone had a large room to themselves and shared a bathroom with the occupant next door.

My next-door neighbor was Philip Gibbs. Philip was a very strange person. He was taller than I with an average appearance and body. He was very introverted, and never made any attempt to make friends or be around any of the classmates. He was a music major and thought that he wanted to be a concert pianist. He was one of those people that no matter what he wore, he never looked neat. None of his clothes really fit him. His clothes were always clean but a couple sizes too big. He never was concerned about his personal appearance, but he was always clean. He took showers two or three times a day.

I was working my way through school and had a part time job on campus working at the Information Desk in the College Union. I was involved in a lot of extra-curricular activities and was very popular and knew the majority of my classmates. My grades were not the best, but I never failed any of my subjects.

For several years I knew that I was gay. I had had sex with a couple of my friends in my hometown, but I was in the closet on campus, and I would not admit to myself that I was a homosexual. I had dates with different girls on campus and pretended that I was as straight as the rest of my classmates. If a girl that I was dating began to get serious or show interest in having sex with me, I would simply stop going with her and date someone else

After meeting Philip, I did my best to make friends and get to know him. I would invite him to go with me to eat or go to some of the activities on campus. He always had an excuse to not go with me. He would go to his classes and then spend hours and hours practicing on the pianos in the Music Department. There were times that he would practice until two or three o’clock in the morning. A couple of times I caught him in the cafeteria sitting at a table by himself eating. I would take my tray and go over to sit at his table to eat with him. Invariably he would get up and leave even though he had not finished his meal.

At first, I just thought that Philip didn’t like me for some reason, but after thinking about it, I realized that that was the way Philip was. I knew that he had mental problems, but I did not know how to help him.

About eight weeks into the semester, one night I was asleep in my room. I had never closed my bathroom door before. I woke up and Philip was standing by my bed naked and was looking at me while he was jacking off. When I woke up, I don’t know who was the most surprised. I did not say anything, but just set up on the side of my bed. Philip did not know what to do. I think he was expecting me to yell at him and cause a scene because I had caught him in my room jacking himself off. When I reached out and pulled him close enough to me, and took a hold of his dick, and started stroking it, he sighed a big sigh of relief.

I thought that I was well endowed. The few times that I had had sex, my penis was larger than my sex partners. My penis was small in comparison to Philip’s. It had to be least ten or more inches long and was big around. His nuts were the average size, and were out of proportion to the size of his penis.

I got his erected penis in my mouth and began sucking on it. I did my best to deep throat him, but I could only get about three-fourths of it down my throat. I had sucked on his monster for several minutes. He backed away from me and pushed me back on my bed. He began to suck me off. I had never felt anything like what he was doing to my dick. It was obvious from the moment that he started that he loved to suck cock more than he liked having his cock sucked.

While he was working my dick over with his mouth tongue and throat, I reached over to hold or stroke his big dick. He moved so I could not touch it. He had me so aroused that I could not have put off climaxing even if I wanted to. When I shot off while he was deep throating me, I had never felt anything like it before. He did not stop sucking on my dick until it got soft and he realized that I was not going to get hard again.

He stood up beside my bed and spread a towel that he had brought into my room over my chest and stomach. He then took a hold of my hand and placed it around his dick. I stroke it three or four times and he shot off stream after stream of cum onto the towel. He then picked up the towel and patted me on my chest and went through the bathroom into his room. We had not spoken a word to each other the whole time he was in my room.

Two nights later, the same thing happened again, but this time he woke me up. From then on we had sex together at least every other day or night if not everyday. Many times if he caught me in the shower, he would get in the shower with me and give me a blowjob. At times he would come into my room when I would be studying and have sex with me. He very seldom ever said more than a half dozen words. I tried to talk to him but he never responded or attempted to carryon a conversation. For a while when I occasionally saw him on campus, he pretended to not know me.

Another strange thing he started doing was that he would come into my room and pick up my dirty clothes and laundry them for me. I caught him several times smelling my dirty underwear and socks as he was leaving my room.

It took me a while to learn to deep throat him. However, he would never shoot off into my mouth. I asked him several times why, but he would not offer me a reason. Several times I asked him to fuck me and he always refused and told me that he was afraid that he might hurt me.

He also had a fetish for my feet. If I would let him, he would spend thirty minutes or more massaging my feet and then kiss and lick my feet and toes. Once when he was doing this, he ejaculated, without being touched. His cum was all over himself and my feet and legs.

One of the extra curricular activities that I was involved was the male chorus. In late spring semester we were rehearsing for a concert in the auditorium in the Music Department. After rehearsal was over, I spotted Philip practicing the piano in one of the classrooms. I was no expert, but I could tell that Philip was not talented enough to ever become a concert pianist. I walked into the classroom and up to the piano. He looked up and saw me. He stopped playing and asked me what my favorite song was. I told him that it was George Gershwin’s Rhapsody In Blue. He proceeded to play it for me. When he finished playing, I clapped and thanked him. I told him that I would see him later and left.

Philip and I had sex together regularly through out the semester. During final exam week, each night after I had finished studying for my exam and went to bed, he would come into my room, and we would have sex. The night before we left to go home for the summer, each of us must have shot off four different times. The next morning when I woke up, Philip had packed up and had left without saying a word to me. Philip did not show up for school the following fall semester.

Twelve years later, I went to Houston, Texas for a business meeting. One of the men that were at the meeting met me at a restaurant for dinner. We went in to a piano bar to have drinks before dinner. There was a man playing the piano, but I did not pay him any attention. I was carrying on a conversation with the man I was with. We were drinking our mixed drinks and I was just relaxing and talking about the business deal we had just made. All of a sudden I heard the pianist playing Rhapsody In Blue. I looked at the pianist and did not recognize him at first but it was Philip. He had recognized me or at least he thought it was I, and had played the song to see if it would get my attention.

I went over and shook his hand. We talked a few minutes while he continued to play the piano. I told him that I would come back and see him after I had finished having dinner. He told me that he would wait for my return and then take his break so we could talk.

After dinner, I said goodbye to the man I was with and went back into the bar. Philip finished playing the song he was playing. We went out and set in my car and talked for thirty minutes before Philip had to return to the bar. He had asked me if I could wait for him to play for another thirty minutes and he would be through for the night. I went back in with him and had another drink while I waited. The last song he played was Rhapsody In Blue.

While I waited on Philip, I thought about some of the things he had told me while sitting in the car. He told me that he had a mental breakdown during the summer after he left college. He had spent almost a year in a mental institution. He had undergone psychotherapy that had changed his whole life around. After he got out of the institution, he enrolled at the University of Houston and earned his bachelors and masters degree. He then began to teach music and piano at the U of H where he was still teaching.

He was playing the piano at the bar to earn money to go to Europe for three months vacation during the coming summer. He had met a man and they had lived together for seven years. They had broken up, but were going to try to reconcile their differences next week when his former lover returned from a business trip. Philip’s personality had changed and he was not the same person that I knew in college. He was neatly dressed in a tux. His hair was styled, and had a nice appearance. He was talkative, very friendly, and cheerful. He seemed very happy to have seen me.

When Philip had finished playing the piano for the night, we went outside. He suggested that I follow him to his apartment so we could talk there. I told him that I could not stay long that I had finished my business deal and had checked out of the hotel and was going to drive to my home in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I followed Philip to his apartment. When we got inside, he insisted that we have sex for old times sake. I ended up spending the night with him. I had my feet massaged, and my toes sucked on as a starter.

Before the night was over, he had given me four blowjobs and I had given him three. I was still able to deep throat him and he did shoot off in my throat. Then he fucked me with his big monster for a long time before shooting his forth load up my ass. We exchanged blowjobs again in the late afternoon before I left to drive home. He certainly had not lost his touch in having sex. I had no difficulty in staying awake while driving home. My sore asshole and dick kept me awake.

Philip and I agreed to keep in touch with each other. Somehow that did not happen. I have not seen or heard from him since then. I have never run into or met anyone that had as big of a dick and enjoyed having sex as much as Philip did.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY STORY.

THERE IS NO WAY THAT ANY OF THE AUTHORS OF THE STORIES POSTED TO KNOW IF YOU READ THEIR STORIES OR WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THEIR STORIES UNLESS YOU RESPOND. PLEASE LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THE STORIES THAT WE HAVE POSTED.

Kevin
unoponcho

 

[BDX]

Re: A Strange Interrelationship

well, what can I add, read better stories from you tho....


BDX

 

[shea]

Re: A Strange Interrelationship

A very interesting story, it reminds me of something
that happened a long time ago to me. Thanks, Kevin
for a very enjoyable story.
Shea

 

[shea]

Re: Good Deeds Paid Off Ten-Folded

Kevin, I have read many of your stories and I have liked them
all. This one is without a doubt one of the most romantic I have read
anywhere. The way you put everything together to make such
a heartwarming story. What a talent.
Looking forward to reading a lot more of your stories.
Thank you yet again, Shea

 

[Dash]

Re: Juan - My Houseboy: The Complete Series of Chapters and Readers' Comments.

Unbelievable talent you have, tell me are you drawing on your own life experiences. Keep writing and I'll keep reading and

 

[unoponcho]

Gayness Prevails---Landscape Crew

Gayness Prevails---Landscape Crew

By Kevin---unoponcho

Jimbo was a young man who was working his way through college. His name was Jimmy Bob Andrews Jr. At a very early age, his brothers and sisters started calling him Jimbo and the nickname stuck.

He had not made up his mind as to what he wanted to major in while in college. He was interested in forestry, entomology, and horticulture. He was taking courses relating to all three.
Jimbo got a part-time job as a labor with a landscape company. He had classes every morning Monday through Thursday and an evening class on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. He worked the afternoons Monday through Thursday and all day on Friday

He was around five foot eleven, weighed around one hundred seventy pounds, and a very attractive young man. However, he was more brain and than brawn. Jimbo did not mind doing hard work and working with his hands, but there were some tasks that he did not have the strength that other men found easy to perform. He enjoyed being outside and it did not faze him to get dirty or to work up a sweat.

Mike was Jimbo’s supervisor. Mike was six foot four, weighed around two hundred and ten pounds without an ounce of fat, and was as strong as an ox. He was both brain and brawn. He was a mulatto. On his father’s side of the family, his father was an Irish decent and his mother was an African-American. His mother’s side of the family was African-American. Like his father, Mike had blue eyes and his facial features were more like Caucasian than African-American. He had light milk chocolate colored skin.

From the first day at work Jimbo had admiration and respect for Mike. Mike treated everyone on the crew fairly and showed no partiality to one or the other. He did more work than any of the other two members of the crew put together. He was very organized and knew what he was doing. He was well versed about gardening and knew his plants and shrubbery. He was especially talented in landscaping. He was somewhat an artist and knew which plants and scrubs to plant in locations where they would thrive, flourish, and look the best.

The crew consisted of Mike as supervisor, Jimbo, Juan and Lupe (early forties) who were Hispanic, and Fred (late twenties) that was an African-American. Juan and Lupe had work on Mike’s crew for some time, but Fred and Jimbo were new employees.

It only took Mike a few days to learn the weak and strong points of Fred and Jimbo capabilities.
By the end of the week Jimbo had noticed several times that Mike was assigning Fred some of the projects that required more effort and drudgery than the other crewmembers. It seemed that Mike was pushing him and testing him out. Several times Mike had caught Fred goofing off and was not doing what he had been asked to do.

Mike had learned and was impressed that Jimbo knew a lot about plants and shrubs. Mike liked Jimbo and the feeling was mutual. When Jimbo was having difficulty in doing a task, Mike would be there to lend him a helpful hand. Jimbo was always doing things that needed to be done without being asked or told.

Friday afternoon, the crew were working and trying to complete a landscape job on a new home that had not been occupied as yet. It was hot and everyone had taken off his shirts. All of them were wearing cut off jeans or shorts. Jimbo was working in a flowerbed and was trying to get the ground broken up and soil prepared for the shrubs and flowers to be planted. While he was digging he hit a big piece of concrete that the builders had covered up with soil. Jimbo had trying to use a sledgehammer to break up the concrete so it could be removed from the flowerbed. He had worked for some time, but was making no headway. Mike had been watching Jimbo, and knew about the problem he was having. Mike told Fred to go help him.

Fred walked up behind Jimbo, slapped him on the rear, and said, “Move your ass, faggot! This is a job for a real man.”

Mike overheard Fred’s remark. He walked over and grabbed Fred by the arm and whirled him around and looked him in the face.

Mike said, “Listen to me! You owe Jimbo an apology. No one is going to work for me and call some one a derogatory name. You have two minutes to apology and you better make it good.”

Fred replied, “He is a faggot. Are you taking up for him so he will suck your dick?”

“One minute left!” Mike replied.

Fred said, “You can’t make me apology.”

“The hell I can’t! You are fired. Now you are no longer and employee. It’s just you and me, Bud.”

Fred took a swing at Mike and Mike blocked it. In a split second, Mike had Fred pined to the ground. He yelled at Lupe and Juan and told them to get in the pickup and go somewhere to take their break and not return for fifteen minutes. As Lupe and Juan were leaving, Mike had Fred on the ground on his stomach. He had already pulled Fred’s shorts down around his knees exposing his bare ass. He told Jimbo to turn his back to them that he did not want any witness to what he was going to do. As Jimbo was turning around, he saw Mike taking off his leather belt.

“Fred, I’m going to give you another chance to apology to Jimbo. If you don’t, I going to beat your ass until you do.”

“I ain’t going to apology to that fucking queer.”

Jimbo heard five or six whacks of the leather belt hitting Fred’s bare ass, and each time he heard Fred yell out in pain.

“Now! Are you going to apology?”

“Fuck you! You must be queer too!”

Jimbo heard five or six whacks that sounded even louder, and Fred was screaming in pain.

Mike said, “I’m waiting. I’ll keep beating your butt until you do.”

Fred said, “Okay! Okay, I apologize. Don’t hit me again.”

“That was not very convincing. I’m going to let you get up, and I want to hear you do it properly. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah!” Fred replied.

Mike let Fred up and said, “Pull your shorts up. I don’t want you to expose that pathetic looking dick of yours to my friend.”

“Jimbo, you can turn around now. I think Fred has something to say to you.”

Jimbo turned around and saw Mike holding Fred’s arm behind his back. Fred was looking down at the ground.

“Fred! Look Jimbo in the eye and apologize to him.”

Fred looked up at Jimbo, and said, “Jimbo, I’m sorry that I called you a faggot and a queer.”

Mike released his hold on Fred’s arm. He told him that when Juan and Lube got back that they could give him a ride to the office so it could pick up his paycheck and his car, or that he may be more comfortable walking to the office that was a mile and half away. Fred chose to walk.

Before Juan and Lupe returned, Jimbo thanked Mike and asked him why he didn’t make Fred apologize to him for calling him a queer. Mike told him that he did not care what Fred had called him, but he was not going to let anyone call one of his friends a faggot or a queer in a derogatory manner.

Upon returning from their break Juan and Lupe did not ask what happened or mentioned Fred. They just went back to work. Mike went over and picked up the sledgehammer and swung at the piece of concrete. It shattered into numerous pieces from just one blow.

They had competed the job before it was time to take off work. Going back to the office and greenhouses, Jimbo rode in the front seat with Mike and Lupe and Juan were in the back of the pickup. When they arrived at the office Mike pulled into the shed to park the truck. Mike asked Jimbo if he could talk to him a few minutes. Lupe and Juan got out of the truck and told Mike and Jimbo that they would see them Monday.

Mike put his hand on Jimbo’s knee and said, “I just want to tell you that you have done a good job this past week. You are a hard worker and I appreciate having you as part of my crew. I am very sorry for what happened this afternoon. I lost my temper. I regret what I did, but the SOB deserved what he got.”

“Thanks Mike. I really like working for you. I do appreciate your taking up for me this afternoon. You did not have to do that.”

“Well, as I told you, no one is going to offend a friend of mine like Fred did to you. I like you Jimbo and I truly would like to get to know you better and be your friend…..I have a very personal question to ask you. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Are you gay?”

Jimbo was caught off guard by the question. He hesitated a few moments, and said, “Mike! To be honest with you, I guess that I am. I have had sex with a couple of guys. I have never had or wanted to have sex with a woman. I do find men attractive, but I have never admitted to myself that I am gay.”

“Jimbo, I think that I man be gay. I have never had sex with a man or woman. I have wanted to have sex with a man, but never have. Every night this week when I went home and got to bed, I thought about you and I got a hard-on. Would there be any chance that you may consider sucking me off?”

“Heck yeah! I’ve wanted to have sex with you from the first time I saw you. Do you want me to do it now?”

“If you would. I’m as hard as a rock and about to cream in my pants.”

Jimbo reached over and started undoing Mike’s belt and unzipping his pants. Mike adjusted the steering wheel to give more room. Then he pulled his shorts and underwear down around his ankles. Mike had a stiff that was big around and was at least ten inches long if not longer. Jimbo’s cock was eight or so inches long and he had never seen an erection larger than his. The size of a man’s cock had never before ever mattered, but Mike’s big cock was going to definitely be a challenge.

He took a hold of it and began stroking while he got as much of it into his mouth and throat as possible without choking. Mike was rocking his body back and forth and moving his head from side to side enjoying the pleasures and sensations that Jimbo was causing him to have. Jimbo kept bobbing up and down on Mike’s stiff rod. They both were getting more excited by the moments. Jimbo was able to get a little more down his throat, but had a long way to go to get it all. Jimbo was not rushing and was thoroughly enjoying sucking on Mike’s dick, but was caught by complete surprise when Mike began to shoot off steams of his warm cum into his throat. They had not made any sounds, but they had been expressing themselves with their body language. Mike had been rubbing Jimbo head and ears. Jimbo’s hair looked like a tornado had hit it and his ears were as red as a beet.

Mike said, “Oh my God that was fantastic. I never ever dreamed that it would feel like that.”

“Damn Mike. You certainly shot off a load.”

“Yeah! It was great….I owe you a one. For the time being would you settle for me to jack you off?”

Jimbo laughed and said, “That is not necessary. I shot off in my shorts when you shot off.”

Mike pulled up his shorts and zipped them back up. There were a few minutes of silence.

Mike said, “Listen. I am concerned about what Fred might do. I would feel a lot better if you would spend the weekend with me. I don’t think he will do anything, but just to be safe why don’t you come stay at my apartment?”

“Gosh Mike. I would like to but I have a lot of studying to do. I am behind in a couple of my courses.”

“We will go by your room. You can pick up your books and what ever you need. You can study at my apartment.”

Jimbo agreed. They got out of the truck. Mike looked down at Jimbo’s crotch and started laughing. “It looks like you pissed in your pants. You go to your car and wait on me. I will go into the office and pick up our paychecks, and then I will follow you to your room.”

As soon as they got to Mike’s apartment, they took turns taking a shower and putting on their briefs. Mike cooked them dinner. After dinner Mike cleaned off the breakfast table and Jimbo got his books and notes and began studying. After Mike had cleaned up the kitchen he sat down at the table and started reading one of Jimbo’s textbooks on horticulture. Mike was a very fast reader. As he read the textbook, he made notes of things that were of interest to him. Jimbo studied for three or fours hours before he decided that it were time to go to bed. By that time, Mike had finished reading over half of the textbook. Jimbo could not believe how fast Mike could read and seemed to have remembered what he had read.

While Jimbo was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, Mike turned out the lights, took off his briefs, and was lying in bed stroking his dick. As Jimbo came out of the bathroom and before he had turned out the light, he had seen Mike and his hard dick. He did not say anything, but took off his briefs. He was sporting a boner when he got in bed beside Mike.

Mike rolled over and took a hold of Jimbo’s cock and said, “I have been hornier than hell since this afternoon. I have never done this before, but I want to try to suck you off.”

Mike got Jimbo’s cock in his mouth and bobbed up and down on it a couple of times and then swallowed the entire eight plus inches and kept it down his throat.

Jimbo responded, “OH MY GOD! Oh Mike! Oh Mike! That feels so fucking great.”

That was all the encouragement that Mike needed. He began sucking and stimulating Jimbo’s cock like he had had many years experience.

They were each expressing their pleasures that they were experiencing. It was difficult to know who was enjoying it the most.

Mike was experiencing a sensation and pleasure he had never known before. He had no idea that he would enjoy sucking a cock, and would be such a source of pleasure to him. The more he sucked Jimbo’s cock, the hotter he got and his stiff rod was producing precum like it had never done before.

Jimbo just laid back and let Mike give him the most pleasure that he had experience in a long time. After some time, Mike did move so that Jimbo could hold and stroke his cock while he continued to give him head.

For Jimbo to be holding and stroking Mike’s slick cock, coated with precum, caused him to be even more aroused.

“Ohhhhh Yes! Fucking Yes! Mike suck my cock! Make me cum! Ohhhh Yeaaah!……I’m just about ready to shoot.”

Mike started speeding up his pumping motions and Jimbo started pushing his cock in and out of Mike’s mouth.

“Ohhhh Mike, you are making me feel so good. I’m just about there. Ohhh Yes! I’m cummminnng!!!!. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”

Mike was going,”MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” as Jimbo was shooting cum down his throat.

Jimbo also realized that Mike had not only produced an enormous amount of precum, but that his cock was throbbing and jerking in his hand as he held onto it.

Mike move up and lay down on his back next to Jimbo. He pulled Jimbo over on top of him. He slipped his big cock between Jimbo’s thighs. Jimbo squeezed his legs around Mike’s big rod while he lay on top of him regaining his breath. Mike began to hump Jimbo’s legs as if fucking them. His precum was serving as a lubricant. This was giving him another pleasurable experienced that he had never had before. He was right on the verge of climaxing, when Jimbo got off of him and got between his legs and started giving him head. Jimbo tried to go all the way down on him. After several attempts, he was unable to get the entire cock down his throat but he had gone down on him further than he had been able to do that afternoon.

“Ohhhhhh fuuuuucccckkkkinnnnng shhhhiiiiiitttt!!!!!”

Jimbo raised his head up and said, “You kind of liked that didn’t you?”

“Oh Yeah! Fucking Yes!”

“Let’s see if you like this?”

He began licking and sucking on his nuts.

“Oh Christ Yes! Oh Shit! Suck my cock some more. It is about to explode….Oh Yeeeaaah! Suck my fucking dick.”

He tried to deep throat him again. He still was unable to swallow it. He then began to lick and run his open mouth up and down the shank before trying again to deep throat him. He almost succeeded, when Mike began shooting off several rounds of cum.

Jimbo lay down on his side beside Mike. Mike pulled him up close to him. He reached down and put his semi-erection between Mike’s legs and hugged him real tight for a good length of time.

“Jimbo, I have a confession to make. I want you to be the first to know. I am officially gay. I’m a full-fledged cocksucker. In order to be certain, this weekend, I’m going to cook our meals and do some errands in the morning. You are going to do nothing but study, eat, have sex with me, and sleep. Sometime tomorrow, I want you to fuck me. I don’t want to be a virgin any longer. My friend, how does that grab you?”

“That sounds great to me……I do need to do some laundry sometime this weekend.”

“Don’t worry about your laundry. I’ll take your room key with me in the morning and go by your room and get your dirty clothes. I’ll do your laundry while I do mine. You just keep your fucking head in those books, so we will have more time in bed together.”

Saturday after breakfast, Mike insisted that Jimbo start studying. Through out the day he did his best to not distract him in anyway. The only times that Mike would let him take a break from studying was when he needed to go to the bathroom or to eat. Mike kept him supplied with drinks and refreshments. After Mike had finished the laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, etc., he sat down at the breakfast table with him and read the horticulture textbook and made notes.

By eight o’clock Saturday night, Jimbo had finished studying for all of his courses, and all he had to do was to write a paper for one of his courses using the notes he had taken. They took their showers together and lay down on the bed.

Mike said, “Lay down on your stomach. I’m going to give you a massage to get some of those kinks out of your shoulders, neck and back.”

Mike got on top of Jimbo and started rubbing and massaging his neck and shoulders. Jimbo began moaning and told him how good he was making him feel. Mike took his time and massaged him all the way down to his feet.

“Mike, that really felt wonderful. You have me relaxed all over with the exception on my stiff dick. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“No, not yet. Roll over. I want to suck your dick before you try to fuck me.”

Mike slapped Jimbo on his buttocks real hard before Jimbo had a chance to move.

“Damn Mike. Don’t do that again or you will cause me to shoot off.”

Jimbo roll over on his side, and Mike moved so they could suck each other’s dicks at the same time. They started licking and teasing each other’s cocks and balls. Then they started bobbing their heads back and forth on each other’s stiffs. Suddenly, Mike went all the way down on Jimbo. This made Jimbo so excited that he went all the way down on Mike.

“I DID IT! I DID IT! MIKE, I DID IT! I got your entire big cock down my throat.”

“You sure did and it felt great. I don’t know how you managed it but you did. Damn! That felt fantastic.”

Then Jimbo deep throated him several more times in succession.

“Woe man! If you keep that up, I will be shooting off in no time. Slow down and take it easy. I want to enjoy this for a while.”

“Mike! After I try to fuck you, I want you to fuck me. I want to find out if I can take your big dick up my ass. I’ve only been fucked a couple of times, but taking yours up my ass is going to be a real challenge for me.”

For some time they gave head to each other. Mike had neared the point that if he continued to let Jimbo suck his dick that he would climax.

“Okay Jimbo. I am ready to loose my virginity. Tell me what I should do. I purchase some lubricant and condoms today. They are on the night stand.”

Jimbo told him to get on his all fours and he would try to fuck him doggie style. While he was putting lube up Mike’s asshole, he told Mike what to expect and about the possibility of experiencing some initial pain at first. Before long Jimbo had penetrated Mike’s asshole and was all the way inside him, and had started to fuck him.

“Fuck me Jimbo! Fuck my ass! That feels so good. Fuck me, man!”

Jimbo fucked him doggie style, and then they switched positions where Mike was lying on his back and holding his legs and feet above his head. A short time later, Jimbo was shooting off after pounding the hell out of Mike’s ass.

Jimbo lay down on his stomach beside him. While he was regaining his breath, Mike rolled over on top of him and slipped his erection between Jimbo’s legs and proceeded to hump him bringing his cock to a full erection. Jimbo told him to put on a condom and to get the lube and prepare his asshole like he had just done to him except to get four fingers up his asshole.

After Jimbo thought that he was ready for Mike’s big rod, he had Mike to lie down on his back. Jimbo straddled him and set down on Mike’s big tool. After he got about half of Mike’s cock inside him, he slowly started lifting and lowering his ass onto Mike’s cock. After some time, he had managed to get about three fourths of Mike’s erection inside him, but experienced enough pain that he stopped and pulled off of him.

“Mike, you are just too big. It is going to take me some practice to be able to get use to you. Would you settle for a blowjob?”

“You bet! I sure don’t want to hurt you.”

Jimbo turned around still straddling Mike. He removed Mike’s condom and went down on him. Mike took advantage of Jimbo’s cock hanging over his face and started sucking on Jimbo’s soft dick. Jimbo began pumping his head up and down, and about ever forth time he was deep throating him with no problem what so ever. This was causing Mike to go into frenzy and he began to tighten and loosen his buttocks, and obviously enjoying the sensations and pleasure he was receiving. Jimbo was holding onto Mike’s muscular butt and had a finger inserted all the way in his hole.

“Oh Jimbo. I about to cum. Oh shit! Here it is. I’m cuuummmmiinnng! Ohhhhh Yeeaah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Mike shot off while Jimbo was deep throating him.

Jimbo move off and lay down beside him.

Mike put his arm around Jimbo and said, “That was the best yet. It just can’t get any better than that. Thanks my good friend.”

There was silence for a long time and Mike thought that Jimbo had fallen asleep.

Then Jimbo asked, “Mike, do you think that Fred would really try to do something to us?”

“Nah! I just told you that to get you to spend the weekend with me. I wanted you to give me some more blowjobs.”

Jimbo jabbed him in the ribs, and said, “Goodnight”. Mike reached down and took a hold of Jimbo’s flaccid dick, and told him goodnight.

By late Sunday afternoon, Jimbo had finished his paper that was not due until a week later, and he had three fourths of a paper started that was due in ten days. He could not complete it until he had done a little more research on the computer. Mike had finished reading Jimbo’s textbook and asked Jimbo about some of the things he did not understand. Jimbo did not have the answers to all of Mike’s questions, but showed Mike different web sites on the computer where the answers could be found. After dinner, they took their showers and then had sex for two or three hours before going to sleep.

For the rest of the semester, Jimbo spent the weekends with Mike. After the third weekend, Jimbo was able take Mike’s full cock up his ass. During the weekends, Mike became interested in some of Jimbo’s other textbooks from classes that he was taking and classes that he had completed. Mike became as knowledgeable about the subjects as Jimbo was.

Between semesters, Jimbo and Mike had become serious and Jimbo moved in with him. After having been committed to each other, they were tested for AIDS and the results were negative. It was no longer necessary for Mike to wear condoms that were always uncomfortable for him. When they had anal sex it was bareback all the way.

The second semester, Mike enrolled for an evening class in horticulture with Jimbo. Jimbo declared horticulture as his major and forestry as his minor.

Two years later, Jimbo graduated from college. Mike had obtained a loan and had bought out the landscape business. Jimbo and Mike were not only partners as a couple, but were partners in business. Jimbo took care of the office. He ordered all the shrubbery, trees, flowers and other plants that they needed in addition to overseeing payrolls, personnel, and paying bills. Mike took care of overseeing the outdoor operations.

Within the next year, the business had grown and they had paid off the loan. They had obtained contracts to do the landscape for a local Air Force Base, City Parks, and a number of Building Contractors who were building residential homes. They had added a new service to their business. They where providing and taking care of plants that they placed in banks, malls and business offices for a fee. They had double the number of their greenhouses. The business had nearly a fifty full time and fifteen part time loyal, dependable, and knowledgeable employees.

Lube and Juan were now supervisors of their own crews, and Jimbo and Mike had learned that Lube and Juan had been lovers for twelve years. Jimbo and Mike had the business so well established and organized that they were able to take off for two to four weeks at a time and travel or do what ever they wanted to do together.

To date, Mike has never had to make anyone else apologize to Jimbo for calling him a faggot or queer. Part of the reason may be due to the fact that over half of their employees are gay and the other employees are gay friendly. If Jimbo ever heard a discriminatory or derogatory remark about Mike being a mulatto or black, what Mike did to Fred would be minor in comparison to what Jimbo would do to the person making the remark.

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[patrick]

Re: A Strange Interrelationship

i must agree for those romantics that are everywhere somewhere and sometime rhapsody in blue is playing for those of you that know what that means

 

[unoponcho]

Three Friends Cruising The Mall

Three Friends Cruising The Mall

By Kevin---unoponcho
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Robert, Lewis, and Albert were very good friends. They often ran around together and enjoyed each other’s company. They had had sex with each other, but they were not especially sexually attracted to one another. When they were together, each of them were always on the outlook for someone new to have sex with. They had different taste in men and it was very seldom that they competed with each other for the same man. When they were together, they were always cruising.

For sometime, the three of them had an inside joke. When one of them saw a man whom they thought was gay, they would say, “Two Bits!” This meant that they were betting that the man was gay. (Two Bits is an expression meaning 25 cents or a quarter.)

It was a Saturday night in the middle of the summer. Robert was planning a party and needed to buy a tablecloth and a few things for the party. Lewis and Albert went with Robert to the mall to shop for the things he needed. They were very casually dressed. They were wearing short shorts, tight fitting T-shirts, and sandals.

They had arrived at the mall close to nine o’clock. Most of the stores closed at eleven o’clock. They had been in several different stores and had bought a few things. Each of them had spotted several men and had announced their “Two Bit” bet. They were in the mall headed to another store. There was a man walking in front of them. He was tall with nice shoulders, thin waist, blonde long hair pulled back into a pony tail, and was wearing a see-through mesh white shirt, white pants made of a light weight material, and sandals. His pants were tight fitting around the hips and fit him so that the seat of his pants showed the crack of his ass and his firm round buttocks. The way he was dressed led them to believe that he was “Two Bits” but his physique was very masculine. They all agreed to not place a bet until they got a frontal view. Before they could get a frontal view, they had reached the store where they were going to shop for the remaining things on Robert’s lists. It did not take them long to find what they were looking for.

They decided to take their packages to their car, and lock them in the trunk. They returned to the mall to cruise some more and to get something cold to drink at the snack bar. While they were walking in the mall to the snack bar, for some reason Robert looked in back of them, and he saw the man again, and got a frontal view.

He said, “Holy Crap! If he is not “Two Bits” he should be. What a hunk of a man. I would have sex with him anytime of the day or night.”

Lewis asked, “Who the hell are you talking about?”

Robert answered, “Don’t look now, but he is right behind us.”

Lewis and Albert could not resist. They turned and looked while walking backwards. The man was smiling and looking at both of them.

They had reached the snack bar. Lewis and Albert sat down at a table while Robert went to order them their drinks. The man in question was standing behind Robert waiting to place his order. Lewis and Albert noticed that the man was obviously looking Robert over, and Robert was not aware that the man was behind him. Robert did not see him until after he got the drinks and turned around. They grinned at each other as Robert was leaving the snack bar.

Robert brought their drinks to the table and sat down. They all agreed that he was “Two Bits” and was hot. The man brought his drink and sat down at a table that was about twelve feet from them. He reared back in his chair and raised one of his feet up and rested in on the seat of his chair. His pants showed off his big box. They could not keep from looking at him and occasionally he would look at them and grin.

They had finished about half of their drinks, and Robert leaned over an whispered to Lewis and Albert, “The men’s restroom is over there. I’m going to go into the restroom. If he follows me, you two meet me at the fountain in the mall. Okay?”

Robert got up and as he was leaving, he smiled at the man. Robert had no more than got into the restroom and the man got up and went in. Lewis and Albert took their drinks and headed to the fountain.

Robert was standing at the urinal with his shorts pulled down exposing his bare butt and everything. He really did not have to take a leak. The man walked up to the urinal beside him and pulled out his big dick. He shook it several times and then started pissing.

In desperation to start a conversation, the man said, “It sure has been a hot day, hasn’t it?”

Robert turned and first looked at him in the face and then down at his semi-hard dick, and said, “Yea! It’s been a bitch.”

After the man saw Robert staring at his dick, he asked, “Are you and your friends interested in some action tonight?”

“Maybe, what do you have in mind?”

The man replied, “Do you know where Walker’s Men’s Clothing Store is?”

“Yeah! We have been in there a couple of times.”

“I’m the manger of the store. We will be closing in about fifteen minutes. You and your friends wait for me outside the store. After everyone is gone, I will let you all in. The storage room will provide us privacy that we need.”

Robert replied, “We will be outside waiting on you.”

By this time they both had hard-ons and had difficulty in getting their stiff dicks back into their pants and shorts.

As they were leaving the restroom, the man said, “My name is Walt. What are you and your friends names?”

“Nice to meet you Walt. My name is Robert. The shorter guy’s name is Albert and the redhead one is Lewis.”

Walt told him that he would see them in a few minutes, and took off trotting down the mall towards the store he managed.

Robert walked up to Albert and Lewis who were standing near the fountain.

He said, “You guys are not going to believe this. Man is he ever hung. He has the nicest dick I have ever seen. Are you guys ready for this? He asked me if we were interested in some action tonight? How about it? Are you guys interested?”

Simultaneously, Albert and Lewis said, “Shit Yeah!”

Within twenty minutes, they were in the storage room of Walker’s Men’s Clothing Store. The front door was locked, the lights were out in the show room, and there was a light coming from the bathroom that dimly lit the storage room. They all had removed their clothes and were naked stroking their dicks getting ready for a hot sex session.

Walt said, “Fellows! This is what I have in mind. If any of you have any better suggestion, please speak up. Before we have finished tonight, I want to have the opportunity to suck each of your cocks. I want each of you to suck on mine. I want each of you to fuck me, and I want to fuck each of you. Before we have finished tonight, hopefully everyone will have sucked each other’s cocks and have fucked and been fucked by everyone. Do any of you have a better idea?”

No one said anything. Then he proceeded, “There is a work table with a pad on it. If one of you would get on the table so I can suck your cock, while I am bent over one of you can fuck me and the other one can suck my dick at the same time. Periodically, we will switch places until everyone has had their turn. Any questions?”

Walt walked over to a filing cabinet and unlocked a file drawer. He got out a hand full of condoms and lube and set them on the table.

Albert jumped on the table and lay down on his back with his legs dangling off of the end. Walt bent over and started giving head to Albert. Robert put on a condom and put lube up Walt’s anus and within a short time was fucking him. Lewis was on his knees underneath Walt and began to suck his cock. Lewis found this to be an awkward position. He hand to do some maneuvering to be able to suck Walt’s cock. Everyone was going after it hot and heavy. After some time, Walt announced that it was time for Robert, Lewis and Albert to rotate.

Robert was trying to figure out how this rotation thing was going to work out. He had a very selfish motive in mind. If everything worked out as planned and everyone had made a complete rotation before loosing their loads, Robert wanted to be the last one to be fucked and wanted to be giving head to Walt when he shot off. The more he thought about rotation sequence to accomplish his goal, the more confused he became. He did not think everyone could keep from having a climax before everyone had had a chance to compete all the rotations.

Lewis took Albert’s place on the table. It was Albert’s turn to fuck Walt and Robert began giving head to Walt. Walt was the one that, at the time, everyone was focusing his attention on.

After some time they rotated for the third time that meant that by the next rotation everyone would have fucked Walt and had sucked his dick and Walt had sucked everyone’s dick.

After the forth rotation, Albert assumed Walt’s position. The fifth and six rotations were made, but after the sixth rotation Albert shot off, messing up the rotation plan.

Lewis took Albert’s place. He was sucking Robert’s cock, being fucked by Walt, and Albert was giving him head when Lewis shot off.

Since Lewis and Albert had shot off their loads and dropped out of rotation, Robert got Walt to fuck him and after a short period of time he told Walt that he wanted to suck him off. They ended up lying on the table in a sixty-nine position and began to suck each other off while Albert finger fucked Walt and Lewis finger fucked Robert.

Robert had always had pretty much of a control over holding off his climaxes, but he believed that he had found his match with Walt. They vigorously were giving head to each other as if they were competing to see who could make the other one climax first.

Albert and Lewis obtained another erection as a result of watching Robert and Walt going after it sucking each other off. They began fucking Robert and Walt while Robert and Walt continued to give each other head. After some length of time both Albert and Lewis shot off for the second time while fucking Robert and Walt’s asses. After about thirty minutes, of giving head to each other, both Robert and Walt began to ejaculate at the same time.

Walt and Robert set up on the side of the table. They put their arms around each other shoulders. They were so exhausted that neither of them wanted to move. They sat there for some time just smiling at each other while Albert and Lewis got dressed and disposed of the used condoms and removed any evidence of their sexual activity.

Walt said, “Fellows, this has been great….Robert, I have never had anyone to suck my dick the way you just did. God! I really shot off a load.”

Robert replied, “This has been fun. Walt you are a good cocksucker. It may be a week before I will need to be sucked off again.”

Walt asked, “Robert do you think we can get our asses off of this table and get dressed? I will have to walk you guys out of the mall. I don’t want the security guards to give you guys any trouble.”

Robert and Walt got dressed. When they got out into the mall, there was a security guard but after the security guard recognized Walt, the guard told them good night. Walt walked them to their car. They all thanked Walt and got into their car. Lewis looked at his watch, “Hey guys, it’s close to one AM.” Robert was behind the wheel and rolled down his window to tell Walt goodbye.

Walt said, “Robert, you know how to get in touch with me if you ever want to have sex with me again. I think we are a good match for each other.”

Robert replied, “As soon as I recover from tonight, for certain I will be getting in touch with you for a one on one rematch.”

As they were driving home, they passed two men that were walking down the sidewalk.

Lewis and Albert yelled, “Two Bits”.

Robert feeling completely wiped out replied, “Who gives a shit!”

The End

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[imbigtoo]

Re: Three Friends Cruising The Mall

I did enjoy the story, it was hot. thanks