It has come to my attention that the very first story I posted in the Story Forum has vanished in the cyber-ether and is nowhere to be found. I did some searching here at home and found a copy of it stuck on a floppy disk. Can you believe it? Three cheers for obsolete technology!
I've edited it slightly to tidy it up and to make it more fluid. Oh, and I changed a name to avoid confusion with my other stories. Otherwise, the story is unchanged.
Enjoy.
Neil
It was late, almost ten o'clock. I'd had to work overtime again and I knew the grocery stores would be closing soon. I was tired. I was horny. But I was in desperate need of groceries.
I made my way inside the store, grabbing a shopping basket as I entered and quickly walked up and down the aisles, grabbing a few tins here and there, before making my way to the produce to get some badly-needed fruits and vegetables.
That's when I saw him. He was leaning over a counter stacking bags of oranges and the heavy, muscular young ass straining at the tight, black slacks he wore stopped me dead in my tracks. I stood for a moment, absorbing the vision standing only a few feet away.
His thick, long hair, the colour of beach sand, flowed like ocean waves when he moved. His back rippled, visible even under the loose, white shirt he wore. Whenever he turned to pick up another bag from the cart, I could catch an all-too-brief glimpse of the full mound of his crotch, almost hidden under the white apron which he had folded up before tying around his waist. What I could see of his face was as appetising as the rest of him: boyishly handsome, yet determined and self-assured. Not even a freckle marred the perfect symmetry of his beautiful face.
"Carry-out on three, please," came a distorted, metallic voice over the speaker system. "Carry-out on three."
The boy left, wiping his hands on his apron-covered chest as he headed for the front of the store. I watched until that magnificent ass finally disappeared around the end of an aisle. Visions of my face being buried between those cheeks filled my brain and my cock began to rise in salute to him.
To distract myself, I snatched up a few items, then generally wasted time until he came back, which he did a minute or so later. I tried not to stare at him, but he made it impossible. Despite his youthful face, he moved like a man. He walked with a cocky swagger, his thighs moving out slightly sideways with each step the way some guys walk, as if the only way to get past his balls was to move his legs around them.
He returned to the oranges as I stood staring at him. Entire fantasies flashed through my mind in an instant, making my jeans feel uncomfortably tight.
"Can I help you, Sir?"
Perhaps it was because I was so tired from all the overtime, or perhaps I was just so fucking horny. I don't know. But the next thing I knew, he was standing right in front of me.
I hadn't even seen him move, and now he was standing so close to me I could smell him, and he smelled as wonderful as he looked. He was absolutely stunning from this distance. His smile was genuinely polite and his blue eyes sparkled with grey flecks under the florescent lights of the store. Not a blemish marred his clean, smooth face.
"Huh?" I know it was a stupid thing to say, but it was all that would come out.
"Can I help you find something?" he asked and my cock lurched in my pants.
My heart was pounding inside my chest, my stiffening cock pressing against the grocery basket which I held in front of my crotch. My mind, scrambling for something to say, told my mouth to say the only thing that was in it at the moment: "Do you have big balls?"
Jerking to sanity with the realization of what I had just said, I quickly looked around to see if anyone was around who might have overheard me. Thankfully, the aisle was empty. My startled glance returned to the young man in front of me, now standing with a somewhat stunned expression on his lovely face.
"I...um...I mean..." I stumbled. Then I just turned and hurried away. I went immediately to the express checkout and quickly checked through without even a backward glance to see if he was looking at me. I could imagine him laughing to himself and saying, "What an asshole! Fucking faggot."
It was only when I was outside that I dared a quick peek behind me. I couldn't see him anywhere. I rushed to my car climbed inside and shoved the key in the ignition. I was just about to turn the key when something made me hesitate. Against my better judgement, I just had to see him again. I just had to wait for him to come out so I could get just one more look at that incredible body. Besides, I thought, it was dark enough that there was no way he could recognize me even if he noticed me.
Absentmindedly, I slid my hand into my crotch, squeezing my rock-hard cock. A glob of pre-cum oozed out to soak into my jockeys. I crouched down into the seat and watched the door, waiting.
Slowly the lights went out in the store and, one by one, the staff began to leave. And then he appeared. I slouched down even more, trying to hide myself in the darkness.
He stood there for a moment, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Even in the dim light of the parking lot, I could see him clearly. He looked even more spectacular than before without the apron to block the view with the bulge in his crotch actually casting a shadow on his thigh. He took a few heavy drags on the cigarette, then turned to walk around the corner of the store into the street.
Anxiously, I started the car and slowly followed. I paused as I reached the street and looked to where he had walked, just in time to see him rounding the other corner and heading down the narrow side street that ran behind the store.
I took off after him, figuring that, in the darkness, he wouldn't be able to see me as I drove past. I turned the corner and slammed on the brakes. There he was, standing in the middle of the street with his left thumb stuck in the waistband of his slacks, the fingers curled casually and enticingly over the mound of young man meat in his crotch.
He took one more drag of the cigarette before flipping it away with practised fingers, then he slipped the thumb into his slacks so his hand could join its partner, his fingers framing the magnificent bulge in a heart shape..
I was reminded of a showdown in a western movie with the two of us staring each other down, each wondering who would make the first move. In the end, it was him. He nodded to the darkened loading area behind the store, empty now, and eerily foreboding.
I could have just drove on past him and escaped, but something made me turn the wheel to aim the car into the lot as he had directed. I flipped the electric lock and checked to see that all the windows were closed. All was secure. I was safe.
I watched as he swaggered to the car, his crotch pointing the way until it practically filled the entire window. He bent over as he reached the car and looked at me through the glass. I cracked the window enough for us to talk, but not far enough that he could put as much as his hand inside.
He looked around the inside of my car first. One corner of his mouth was pulled up in a sly grin. Then he spoke. "I saw you in the lot. Figured you were waiting for me. So, you like big balls, do ya?"
What could he do to me, locked securely inside my car? So, I answered, "Yes, I do."
"What do you like doing to them?"
His cocky attitude annoyed me. I decided to go for broke. The most I would have to do is tell the insurance agency the truth: that the smashed window happened in a parking lot. "I like looking at them, and touching them, and licking them."
"Mm-hmm," he hummed, glancing over his shoulder at the empty street behind us. Then he said, "Well, I don't know if I've got what you consider big balls. Why don't you check them out and see for yourself?."
He straightened up and pressed his crotch against the window, offering it to me. I swear, I could smell him through the glass, but I couldn't move and just sat there staring at the spectacle before me.
Then he bent over again and looked in the window, his face serious, almost menacing. "Look, man. Do you want to play, or not? ‘Cause if you don't, I've got other things to do!"
I couldn't let him leave, not when he was so close. I hurriedly said, "No! Please don't go!"
"Good," he said, the mischievous grin returning. "Now, you just grab yourself a nice, big handful of my nuts and tell me if you think they're big enough."
I nodded, and soon the luscious mound, now pressed into a tent by his stiffening cock, pushed against the window once more. This time I didn't hesitate and swiftly lowered the window. My other hand was there, ready to be filled with the overflowing basket, and when it was, a satisfied sigh could be heard even over the sound of the engine. I think it was his.
I squeezed gently as he pushed his crotch into my palm, my fingers gently and lovingly cradling the tender orbs contained inside the material. They were huge! His cock pulsed even harder and grew into an enormous lump that strained to push itself into a more comfortable angle. This was one very fortunate young man. From above me, I heard, "That's it, man, get yourself a good fuckin' feel of that meat."
My hand pressed forward and began some very serious groping as my other hand reached out and around him to dig into that phenomenal ass that had first attracted me to him. His cheeks were solid, yet tender and soft, indenting only slightly when my fingers dug into them. My new friend didn't resist. Instead, he clenched his asscheeks in a vice-like grip, which had the effect of shoving his crotch even harder into my groping hand.
All too soon, though, just as I was getting into the swing of having a new toy to play with, he twisted himself out of my grasp. My arms stretched, trying in vain to reach him again.
He leaned down once more. The grin was gone, replaced by the smile I had first seen in the store. "So," he said quietly. "Are they big enough for you?"
"Fuck, yes!" I breathed in a coarse, desperate whisper. "Please, can we go some place?"
"You really like ‘em?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Please," I begged, "I love your big balls and your big, hard cock. Please let me take you somewhere."
"Not enough," he teased. "Tell me more."
I sucked in a deep breath and began again. "I love your balls, man. They're so fuckin' big and heavy, and they must hurt with all the fresh, hot cum you've got loaded in ‘em. I want to lick them, man. I want to tongue every inch of them and taste every fuckin' hair on ‘em until you beg me to suck your big, fat cock. Then I'll suck that monster of yours until you shoot every last fuckin' drop of that cum right down my throat."
He was nodding slightly, and his smile had the beginnings of being mischievous again. "Good. Now, tell me how you'd suck my cock for me."
"Oh, man," I said eagerly, "by the time I finish with your balls, you won't want me to stop until you've dumped a dozen loads of jism down my throat. I'll lick that big fucker until it's shaking and throbbing with anticipation. Then I'll lick the head and run my tongue all around the ridge and stick my tongue into your piss slit and dig out all the juice that's in there. And when your cockhead slips past my lips, man, you'll want to grab my head and ram that slab of meat all the way down my throat. And I'll let ya. And when you cum, man, you'll cum a gallon and you'll never want it to stop!"
He remained silent, then calmly pulled out another cigarette, lit it, drew in a drag and blew it into the car. Then he said with a wink, "Go for it."
He simply stood, his crotch returning to my view to be framed by the open window. I looked around the lot. There was no-one to be seen, but I could hear cars passing by on the street only yards away, and behind my new friend, there were apartment lights all along the street. Prying eyes could be everywhere around us.
"C'mon, man," he said, leaning back slightly, "I haven't got all night. You going to suck me off, or what?"
"Here?" I mumbled, my voice quivering with reservation.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Fuck, man," I said angrily, "someone could see us!"
He bent over one more time to look me square in the eye. His brow was crinkled into a very serious expression. "And the problem with that would be. . .?"
I took another anxious look around the empty parking lot.
Then, with a threatening voice, he said, "Look, man. You want it. I know you do. I can smell it. I want it, too. Real bad. You do it right here, right now, or you don't do it at all. If you don't have these pants open and your tongue on my balls ten seconds after I stand up, I walk, and my balls go with me. There's lots more mouths out there that would eat shit for the chance to taste this big hunk of meat. You got me?"
I nodded agreement.
"Good," he said as he began to rise one last time. "Remember. Last chance. One... two..."
Desire conquered fear, and I immediately moved my hands to the body that presented itself, shoving one hand into his crotch and grabbing hold while the other captured his ass again. I didn't want him to get away.
Moments later, my mouth joined my right hand, breathing hot air into his already steaming crotch, my lips dancing over the delicate bumps his balls made. The smell was intoxicating: the manly scent of cock ooze, ball sweat, a hint of soap, and the unmistakable smell of sex. My untouched cock exploded in my jeans, dumping a heavy, pungent load of jism into my jockeys. I groaned my pleasure into his heavy, heaving crotch while, above me, I could hear my un-named lover-of-the-night moaning, "Fuckin' aces, man. I can feel you cumming."
I attacked his crotch while my fingers sought out the button of his pants, popped it open, then moved to the zipper. It began its slow trek downward as I tugged it along the track.
With some regret, I had to pull my face away from the heavenly mound, but only with the knowledge that it would soon be back there, without barriers to deprive me of my treasure.
His pants fell open as the zipper neared the base, pushed apart by the mammoth bulge contained in the bright blue briefs he wore. His cock jumped and swelled even more, and I quickly placed my mouth over the head. My tongue and lips went to work, licking and sucking through the soft, musky-smelling material until it was wet with saliva.
I buried my face into his balls while, above me, eager moans of pleasure ruptured the night. His hips humped to match my advances and his legs opened as much as his tight pants would allow, giving me as much access as possible.
I became obsessed. I didn't care if the whole city was standing there watching, I had to have that meat down my throat. I leaned back so I could watch as my hands moved to the waistband of his briefs. His thick, stiff cock was rolled almost into a loop, straining against the briefs which appeared on the verge of ripping apart.
I gently lowered the waistband, uncovering the sandy curls of his pubes, until the thick, solid base of his massive cock came into view. I reached into his briefs with one hand, carefully wrapping my fingers around the tube of flesh, and then, pulling gently on the briefs, I extracted his prick, watching as it unfurled into an eight-inch, rock-hard rod of quivering, pulsating manhood, and hooked the briefs behind his balls.
His cock stood strong and proud in front of me, jerking with every beat of his heart. It looked huge. Thick and intimidating, yet truly magnetic. A smooth, taut, flared helmet with a single diamond of cock juice set into the tiny slit sat proudly atop the powerful shaft standing out perfectly straight, tall and thick from the delicate curls of his groin. Only a bluish tinge gave any indication of the blood coursing through the veins just beneath the skin.
Below the shaft, now being forced up and out by the underwear, were his equally perfect balls, each as long as my thumb and half again as thick. Like mini-torpedoes, they waited, loaded and ready to explode. They were totally hairless, except where his ball sack attached to his body, as if he shaved them every day.
My lips parted and my eager tongue emerged, leading the way to the tasty treat that waited for me. My head was drawn forward, the tip of my tongue zeroing in on the incredible orbs waiting impatiently for attention.
Contact was made after what seemed like an eternity and the first touch was heavenly. The salty-sweet taste of his tender skin, mixed with a faint, cottony flavour from his underwear, made my head spin, and my tongue flattened against the balls like a blanket; my nose nestled into the space where cock met balls, and the tower of manhood propped itself against my forehead.
I attacked his balls like a starving man, licking, slathering, and thoroughly soaking them with saliva until it dripped onto his underwear. My mouth opened and one ball slid easily inside. I licked it, tossed it, and sucked it until I felt my young friend begin to shake. I could hear his moans and groans of pleasure as he said, "Fuck, man, suck my balls!...Oh, yeah, lick ‘em good!" And he wasn't being very quiet about it.
I released his left nut and sucked in the other to repeat the entire treatment before going to work on his magnificent cock.
I licked my way up the shaft, nipping at it carefully with my teeth until I reached the swollen head. My lips encircled the tip as my tongue dug into the slit to dig out the sweet nectar gathered there. Then I opened my mouth and the head slipped inside, my lips locking around the rim. My cheeks practically touched each other inside my mouth with the suction I exerted on the cockhead. Above me, my new, young friend was crying, "Suck it, man! Suck that fucking cock for me!"
My head pushed forward, forcing the cock deeper and deeper inside me. The head passed over my tongue and lodged against the entrance to my throat. Another push and it slid in as if it belonged there. Moments later, my nose was buried in soft, pillowy curls and his balls were mashed against my chin.
Two hands moved to the sides of my head, grasping it firmly, and then his hips began to piston the cock into me. He humped faster and his moans grew louder with each stroke.
"Oh, yeah, man!" he moaned. "Take the whole fucking thing all the way down your throat!"
His words encouraged me and I gobbled his succulent meat. Pre-cum flowed out of the tip of his dick like a leaky faucet, and I savoured every delicious drop of it.
"It's coming, man!" my friend was shouting. "Suck that fuckin' cream out of those balls! Take it! Do it now!"
Then his cock swelled and throbbed. I dug my fingers into his ass and held on as he slammed his monster meat into me. The first blast of cum ricocheted off my throat and straight into my stomach. I moved my hands to his hips and pushed, determined to get at least one mouthful of that delicious cream. I proved superior and enjoyed several more shots of thick man-cream while, from outside the car, came loud groans of ecstasy.
Slowly, my young stud began to relax, slumped as he was over the roof of the car. His cock lost the steel-like hardness, but remained stiff. "Keep sucking," he said quietly. "Please, don't stop sucking. I'm going to cum again."
And he did. Moments later, his cock bloated again and pumped out another load of ambrosia into my eager mouth. As before, his cock remained hard and, as before, I continued sucking gently until I could feel him tense up for the third time, and, for the third time, his magnificent cock relinquished it's creamy treasure into me.
This time, though, my friend jerked as much in pain as he did in pleasure. I knew this would be the last load of ball juice I would get from him that night. I was not particularly surprised when he pulled his exploding cock from the confines of my lips, shooting the remainder of his load over my face. Gently grasping his tender prick, I held it, just squeezing enough to let him know that he was not alone in his orgasm.
As the last of his cream oozed out of his cock slit, I carefully wrapped my lips once more around the mighty cockhead. Using only my tongue, I soothed the head with tender caresses. Slowly, his cock relaxed, totally drained. With the care of an archaeologist wrapping a priceless artifact, I gently placed his treasures back into his underwear and did up his pants.
Eventually, he leaned down to look into the window. His eyes were glazed, but he still had that look a man gets when his balls have been thoroughly and completely drained. His smile said more than his words ever could have said.
"I get off tomorrow at ten," he said.
"And again a few minutes after, if you want," I told him expectantly.
"I want," he answered. "See you tomorrow night."
He turned to leave, but I called out to him, "Hey, what's your name?"
He stopped, turned, and smiled. "Steve," he answered. "What's yours?"
"Mike."
"See you tomorrow night, Mike." And then he was gone.
He was eighteen then. I was twenty-four. Steven is thirty-eight now, married with three kids, and we still get together at least once a week, even after twenty years. And always where I would never have thought of doing it: in a theatre, from beneath a table in a restaurant, in an elevator, on a balcony, in one of those coin photo booths - what we call ‘danger places'.
We met in a motel, but only once. The safety of the locked room just didn't seem to be exciting enough for us. I made it up to him by sucking him off in the car in the parking lot.
So, if you ever happen to be walking past a phone booth and you see a sandy-haired man with his eyes closed and not talking into the phone, chances are it will be us. I'll be the one on my knees.
I've edited it slightly to tidy it up and to make it more fluid. Oh, and I changed a name to avoid confusion with my other stories. Otherwise, the story is unchanged.
Enjoy.
Neil
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NICELY PACKED, BAG BOY
NICELY PACKED, BAG BOY
It was late, almost ten o'clock. I'd had to work overtime again and I knew the grocery stores would be closing soon. I was tired. I was horny. But I was in desperate need of groceries.
I made my way inside the store, grabbing a shopping basket as I entered and quickly walked up and down the aisles, grabbing a few tins here and there, before making my way to the produce to get some badly-needed fruits and vegetables.
That's when I saw him. He was leaning over a counter stacking bags of oranges and the heavy, muscular young ass straining at the tight, black slacks he wore stopped me dead in my tracks. I stood for a moment, absorbing the vision standing only a few feet away.
His thick, long hair, the colour of beach sand, flowed like ocean waves when he moved. His back rippled, visible even under the loose, white shirt he wore. Whenever he turned to pick up another bag from the cart, I could catch an all-too-brief glimpse of the full mound of his crotch, almost hidden under the white apron which he had folded up before tying around his waist. What I could see of his face was as appetising as the rest of him: boyishly handsome, yet determined and self-assured. Not even a freckle marred the perfect symmetry of his beautiful face.
"Carry-out on three, please," came a distorted, metallic voice over the speaker system. "Carry-out on three."
The boy left, wiping his hands on his apron-covered chest as he headed for the front of the store. I watched until that magnificent ass finally disappeared around the end of an aisle. Visions of my face being buried between those cheeks filled my brain and my cock began to rise in salute to him.
To distract myself, I snatched up a few items, then generally wasted time until he came back, which he did a minute or so later. I tried not to stare at him, but he made it impossible. Despite his youthful face, he moved like a man. He walked with a cocky swagger, his thighs moving out slightly sideways with each step the way some guys walk, as if the only way to get past his balls was to move his legs around them.
He returned to the oranges as I stood staring at him. Entire fantasies flashed through my mind in an instant, making my jeans feel uncomfortably tight.
"Can I help you, Sir?"
Perhaps it was because I was so tired from all the overtime, or perhaps I was just so fucking horny. I don't know. But the next thing I knew, he was standing right in front of me.
I hadn't even seen him move, and now he was standing so close to me I could smell him, and he smelled as wonderful as he looked. He was absolutely stunning from this distance. His smile was genuinely polite and his blue eyes sparkled with grey flecks under the florescent lights of the store. Not a blemish marred his clean, smooth face.
"Huh?" I know it was a stupid thing to say, but it was all that would come out.
"Can I help you find something?" he asked and my cock lurched in my pants.
My heart was pounding inside my chest, my stiffening cock pressing against the grocery basket which I held in front of my crotch. My mind, scrambling for something to say, told my mouth to say the only thing that was in it at the moment: "Do you have big balls?"
Jerking to sanity with the realization of what I had just said, I quickly looked around to see if anyone was around who might have overheard me. Thankfully, the aisle was empty. My startled glance returned to the young man in front of me, now standing with a somewhat stunned expression on his lovely face.
"I...um...I mean..." I stumbled. Then I just turned and hurried away. I went immediately to the express checkout and quickly checked through without even a backward glance to see if he was looking at me. I could imagine him laughing to himself and saying, "What an asshole! Fucking faggot."
It was only when I was outside that I dared a quick peek behind me. I couldn't see him anywhere. I rushed to my car climbed inside and shoved the key in the ignition. I was just about to turn the key when something made me hesitate. Against my better judgement, I just had to see him again. I just had to wait for him to come out so I could get just one more look at that incredible body. Besides, I thought, it was dark enough that there was no way he could recognize me even if he noticed me.
Absentmindedly, I slid my hand into my crotch, squeezing my rock-hard cock. A glob of pre-cum oozed out to soak into my jockeys. I crouched down into the seat and watched the door, waiting.
Slowly the lights went out in the store and, one by one, the staff began to leave. And then he appeared. I slouched down even more, trying to hide myself in the darkness.
He stood there for a moment, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Even in the dim light of the parking lot, I could see him clearly. He looked even more spectacular than before without the apron to block the view with the bulge in his crotch actually casting a shadow on his thigh. He took a few heavy drags on the cigarette, then turned to walk around the corner of the store into the street.
Anxiously, I started the car and slowly followed. I paused as I reached the street and looked to where he had walked, just in time to see him rounding the other corner and heading down the narrow side street that ran behind the store.
I took off after him, figuring that, in the darkness, he wouldn't be able to see me as I drove past. I turned the corner and slammed on the brakes. There he was, standing in the middle of the street with his left thumb stuck in the waistband of his slacks, the fingers curled casually and enticingly over the mound of young man meat in his crotch.
He took one more drag of the cigarette before flipping it away with practised fingers, then he slipped the thumb into his slacks so his hand could join its partner, his fingers framing the magnificent bulge in a heart shape..
I was reminded of a showdown in a western movie with the two of us staring each other down, each wondering who would make the first move. In the end, it was him. He nodded to the darkened loading area behind the store, empty now, and eerily foreboding.
I could have just drove on past him and escaped, but something made me turn the wheel to aim the car into the lot as he had directed. I flipped the electric lock and checked to see that all the windows were closed. All was secure. I was safe.
I watched as he swaggered to the car, his crotch pointing the way until it practically filled the entire window. He bent over as he reached the car and looked at me through the glass. I cracked the window enough for us to talk, but not far enough that he could put as much as his hand inside.
He looked around the inside of my car first. One corner of his mouth was pulled up in a sly grin. Then he spoke. "I saw you in the lot. Figured you were waiting for me. So, you like big balls, do ya?"
What could he do to me, locked securely inside my car? So, I answered, "Yes, I do."
"What do you like doing to them?"
His cocky attitude annoyed me. I decided to go for broke. The most I would have to do is tell the insurance agency the truth: that the smashed window happened in a parking lot. "I like looking at them, and touching them, and licking them."
"Mm-hmm," he hummed, glancing over his shoulder at the empty street behind us. Then he said, "Well, I don't know if I've got what you consider big balls. Why don't you check them out and see for yourself?."
He straightened up and pressed his crotch against the window, offering it to me. I swear, I could smell him through the glass, but I couldn't move and just sat there staring at the spectacle before me.
Then he bent over again and looked in the window, his face serious, almost menacing. "Look, man. Do you want to play, or not? ‘Cause if you don't, I've got other things to do!"
I couldn't let him leave, not when he was so close. I hurriedly said, "No! Please don't go!"
"Good," he said, the mischievous grin returning. "Now, you just grab yourself a nice, big handful of my nuts and tell me if you think they're big enough."
I nodded, and soon the luscious mound, now pressed into a tent by his stiffening cock, pushed against the window once more. This time I didn't hesitate and swiftly lowered the window. My other hand was there, ready to be filled with the overflowing basket, and when it was, a satisfied sigh could be heard even over the sound of the engine. I think it was his.
I squeezed gently as he pushed his crotch into my palm, my fingers gently and lovingly cradling the tender orbs contained inside the material. They were huge! His cock pulsed even harder and grew into an enormous lump that strained to push itself into a more comfortable angle. This was one very fortunate young man. From above me, I heard, "That's it, man, get yourself a good fuckin' feel of that meat."
My hand pressed forward and began some very serious groping as my other hand reached out and around him to dig into that phenomenal ass that had first attracted me to him. His cheeks were solid, yet tender and soft, indenting only slightly when my fingers dug into them. My new friend didn't resist. Instead, he clenched his asscheeks in a vice-like grip, which had the effect of shoving his crotch even harder into my groping hand.
All too soon, though, just as I was getting into the swing of having a new toy to play with, he twisted himself out of my grasp. My arms stretched, trying in vain to reach him again.
He leaned down once more. The grin was gone, replaced by the smile I had first seen in the store. "So," he said quietly. "Are they big enough for you?"
"Fuck, yes!" I breathed in a coarse, desperate whisper. "Please, can we go some place?"
"You really like ‘em?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Please," I begged, "I love your big balls and your big, hard cock. Please let me take you somewhere."
"Not enough," he teased. "Tell me more."
I sucked in a deep breath and began again. "I love your balls, man. They're so fuckin' big and heavy, and they must hurt with all the fresh, hot cum you've got loaded in ‘em. I want to lick them, man. I want to tongue every inch of them and taste every fuckin' hair on ‘em until you beg me to suck your big, fat cock. Then I'll suck that monster of yours until you shoot every last fuckin' drop of that cum right down my throat."
He was nodding slightly, and his smile had the beginnings of being mischievous again. "Good. Now, tell me how you'd suck my cock for me."
"Oh, man," I said eagerly, "by the time I finish with your balls, you won't want me to stop until you've dumped a dozen loads of jism down my throat. I'll lick that big fucker until it's shaking and throbbing with anticipation. Then I'll lick the head and run my tongue all around the ridge and stick my tongue into your piss slit and dig out all the juice that's in there. And when your cockhead slips past my lips, man, you'll want to grab my head and ram that slab of meat all the way down my throat. And I'll let ya. And when you cum, man, you'll cum a gallon and you'll never want it to stop!"
He remained silent, then calmly pulled out another cigarette, lit it, drew in a drag and blew it into the car. Then he said with a wink, "Go for it."
He simply stood, his crotch returning to my view to be framed by the open window. I looked around the lot. There was no-one to be seen, but I could hear cars passing by on the street only yards away, and behind my new friend, there were apartment lights all along the street. Prying eyes could be everywhere around us.
"C'mon, man," he said, leaning back slightly, "I haven't got all night. You going to suck me off, or what?"
"Here?" I mumbled, my voice quivering with reservation.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Fuck, man," I said angrily, "someone could see us!"
He bent over one more time to look me square in the eye. His brow was crinkled into a very serious expression. "And the problem with that would be. . .?"
I took another anxious look around the empty parking lot.
Then, with a threatening voice, he said, "Look, man. You want it. I know you do. I can smell it. I want it, too. Real bad. You do it right here, right now, or you don't do it at all. If you don't have these pants open and your tongue on my balls ten seconds after I stand up, I walk, and my balls go with me. There's lots more mouths out there that would eat shit for the chance to taste this big hunk of meat. You got me?"
I nodded agreement.
"Good," he said as he began to rise one last time. "Remember. Last chance. One... two..."
Desire conquered fear, and I immediately moved my hands to the body that presented itself, shoving one hand into his crotch and grabbing hold while the other captured his ass again. I didn't want him to get away.
Moments later, my mouth joined my right hand, breathing hot air into his already steaming crotch, my lips dancing over the delicate bumps his balls made. The smell was intoxicating: the manly scent of cock ooze, ball sweat, a hint of soap, and the unmistakable smell of sex. My untouched cock exploded in my jeans, dumping a heavy, pungent load of jism into my jockeys. I groaned my pleasure into his heavy, heaving crotch while, above me, I could hear my un-named lover-of-the-night moaning, "Fuckin' aces, man. I can feel you cumming."
I attacked his crotch while my fingers sought out the button of his pants, popped it open, then moved to the zipper. It began its slow trek downward as I tugged it along the track.
With some regret, I had to pull my face away from the heavenly mound, but only with the knowledge that it would soon be back there, without barriers to deprive me of my treasure.
His pants fell open as the zipper neared the base, pushed apart by the mammoth bulge contained in the bright blue briefs he wore. His cock jumped and swelled even more, and I quickly placed my mouth over the head. My tongue and lips went to work, licking and sucking through the soft, musky-smelling material until it was wet with saliva.
I buried my face into his balls while, above me, eager moans of pleasure ruptured the night. His hips humped to match my advances and his legs opened as much as his tight pants would allow, giving me as much access as possible.
I became obsessed. I didn't care if the whole city was standing there watching, I had to have that meat down my throat. I leaned back so I could watch as my hands moved to the waistband of his briefs. His thick, stiff cock was rolled almost into a loop, straining against the briefs which appeared on the verge of ripping apart.
I gently lowered the waistband, uncovering the sandy curls of his pubes, until the thick, solid base of his massive cock came into view. I reached into his briefs with one hand, carefully wrapping my fingers around the tube of flesh, and then, pulling gently on the briefs, I extracted his prick, watching as it unfurled into an eight-inch, rock-hard rod of quivering, pulsating manhood, and hooked the briefs behind his balls.
His cock stood strong and proud in front of me, jerking with every beat of his heart. It looked huge. Thick and intimidating, yet truly magnetic. A smooth, taut, flared helmet with a single diamond of cock juice set into the tiny slit sat proudly atop the powerful shaft standing out perfectly straight, tall and thick from the delicate curls of his groin. Only a bluish tinge gave any indication of the blood coursing through the veins just beneath the skin.
Below the shaft, now being forced up and out by the underwear, were his equally perfect balls, each as long as my thumb and half again as thick. Like mini-torpedoes, they waited, loaded and ready to explode. They were totally hairless, except where his ball sack attached to his body, as if he shaved them every day.
My lips parted and my eager tongue emerged, leading the way to the tasty treat that waited for me. My head was drawn forward, the tip of my tongue zeroing in on the incredible orbs waiting impatiently for attention.
Contact was made after what seemed like an eternity and the first touch was heavenly. The salty-sweet taste of his tender skin, mixed with a faint, cottony flavour from his underwear, made my head spin, and my tongue flattened against the balls like a blanket; my nose nestled into the space where cock met balls, and the tower of manhood propped itself against my forehead.
I attacked his balls like a starving man, licking, slathering, and thoroughly soaking them with saliva until it dripped onto his underwear. My mouth opened and one ball slid easily inside. I licked it, tossed it, and sucked it until I felt my young friend begin to shake. I could hear his moans and groans of pleasure as he said, "Fuck, man, suck my balls!...Oh, yeah, lick ‘em good!" And he wasn't being very quiet about it.
I released his left nut and sucked in the other to repeat the entire treatment before going to work on his magnificent cock.
I licked my way up the shaft, nipping at it carefully with my teeth until I reached the swollen head. My lips encircled the tip as my tongue dug into the slit to dig out the sweet nectar gathered there. Then I opened my mouth and the head slipped inside, my lips locking around the rim. My cheeks practically touched each other inside my mouth with the suction I exerted on the cockhead. Above me, my new, young friend was crying, "Suck it, man! Suck that fucking cock for me!"
My head pushed forward, forcing the cock deeper and deeper inside me. The head passed over my tongue and lodged against the entrance to my throat. Another push and it slid in as if it belonged there. Moments later, my nose was buried in soft, pillowy curls and his balls were mashed against my chin.
Two hands moved to the sides of my head, grasping it firmly, and then his hips began to piston the cock into me. He humped faster and his moans grew louder with each stroke.
"Oh, yeah, man!" he moaned. "Take the whole fucking thing all the way down your throat!"
His words encouraged me and I gobbled his succulent meat. Pre-cum flowed out of the tip of his dick like a leaky faucet, and I savoured every delicious drop of it.
"It's coming, man!" my friend was shouting. "Suck that fuckin' cream out of those balls! Take it! Do it now!"
Then his cock swelled and throbbed. I dug my fingers into his ass and held on as he slammed his monster meat into me. The first blast of cum ricocheted off my throat and straight into my stomach. I moved my hands to his hips and pushed, determined to get at least one mouthful of that delicious cream. I proved superior and enjoyed several more shots of thick man-cream while, from outside the car, came loud groans of ecstasy.
Slowly, my young stud began to relax, slumped as he was over the roof of the car. His cock lost the steel-like hardness, but remained stiff. "Keep sucking," he said quietly. "Please, don't stop sucking. I'm going to cum again."
And he did. Moments later, his cock bloated again and pumped out another load of ambrosia into my eager mouth. As before, his cock remained hard and, as before, I continued sucking gently until I could feel him tense up for the third time, and, for the third time, his magnificent cock relinquished it's creamy treasure into me.
This time, though, my friend jerked as much in pain as he did in pleasure. I knew this would be the last load of ball juice I would get from him that night. I was not particularly surprised when he pulled his exploding cock from the confines of my lips, shooting the remainder of his load over my face. Gently grasping his tender prick, I held it, just squeezing enough to let him know that he was not alone in his orgasm.
As the last of his cream oozed out of his cock slit, I carefully wrapped my lips once more around the mighty cockhead. Using only my tongue, I soothed the head with tender caresses. Slowly, his cock relaxed, totally drained. With the care of an archaeologist wrapping a priceless artifact, I gently placed his treasures back into his underwear and did up his pants.
Eventually, he leaned down to look into the window. His eyes were glazed, but he still had that look a man gets when his balls have been thoroughly and completely drained. His smile said more than his words ever could have said.
"I get off tomorrow at ten," he said.
"And again a few minutes after, if you want," I told him expectantly.
"I want," he answered. "See you tomorrow night."
He turned to leave, but I called out to him, "Hey, what's your name?"
He stopped, turned, and smiled. "Steve," he answered. "What's yours?"
"Mike."
"See you tomorrow night, Mike." And then he was gone.
He was eighteen then. I was twenty-four. Steven is thirty-eight now, married with three kids, and we still get together at least once a week, even after twenty years. And always where I would never have thought of doing it: in a theatre, from beneath a table in a restaurant, in an elevator, on a balcony, in one of those coin photo booths - what we call ‘danger places'.
We met in a motel, but only once. The safety of the locked room just didn't seem to be exciting enough for us. I made it up to him by sucking him off in the car in the parking lot.
So, if you ever happen to be walking past a phone booth and you see a sandy-haired man with his eyes closed and not talking into the phone, chances are it will be us. I'll be the one on my knees.
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