I’d been running out of ways to casually pass by Mom’s bedroom when, finally, I saw that she was open mouthed and snoring.  The bedside light was still on and her romance paperback was splayed out in her hand.  I crept out the back door and crossed the silent dark streets in the direction of the highway.

Dad was in the doghouse.  Specifically, he was staying at the motor lodge on the edge of town since Mom kicked him out of the house.

Mom knows that Dad and I are close – in fact, she’s always been a little jealous of our relationship.  It was a big risk, sneaking out to see him, but I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see Dad.

He opened the door to his motel room wearing a pair of sweatpants, a look of surprise on his face that spread into a wide grin.

“My boy,” he said and gave me a big hug.  He ushered me inside his room, which was old-fashioned, like it was from the fifties.  There was a metal box next to the bed for Magic Fingers, and a bottle opener screwed into the bathroom door.  Even the bedding looked about twenty years past its prime.

“What’d you do, sneak out?” Dad said, sitting on the chair.  He motioned for me to sit on the bed.

“Yeah…” I said.  Dad tsk’d.

“If she finds out…”

“She won’t.  She worked a double today.  You know she doesn’t wake up until at least noon the day after she works a double.”

“How’d you know where I was?” Dad said.  He reached for a nearly-full bottle of Jack Daniels that was on the table and poured some into a plastic cup.  “I don’t suppose she told you.”

“I heard her on the phone with Aunt Sheila.”  Dad drank the whiskey in one gulp.

“Well I’m glad to see ya buddy, but you shouldn’t have snuck out.”

“But it’s been almost a week.  What happened, Dad?  Did you really cheat on her?”

Dad looked at me, real serious, and shook his head.  “Son, the god’s honest truth is that I’ve never cheated on your mom.  But I’m a red-blooded guy.  I like women, and they like me.”  It was true.  My dad is a studly guy – buff from working construction most of his life, and handsome too.

Dad poured himself another drink before continuing.

“There was this lady I was working for, someone your mom went to school with back in the day.  And, well, we got to flirting a bit.  It was a bad decision on my part.  This lady always had it out for your mom, so a few days ago she calls your mom up, starts spewing a bunch of nonsense, and, well, here I am.  You know how your mom is.  She gets an idea in her head and that’s that.”

“Yeah but she’s never kicked you out before,” I said. “It’s not fair.  I hate not having you around.”

“I imagine she’s on your case quite a bit, and I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, brushing back the tears in my eyes.

“Now, now,” Dad said.  “She’ll come to her senses soon.  I hope.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “You want a drink?” he said, looking at me devilishly.  I shrugged my shoulders.

“Atta boy,” Dad said, and got up to grab a second cup from the bathroom.  He poured both cups halfway full and handed one to me.  “It’ll put hair on your chest,” he said.  I drank it in two gulps.  It burned like heck but left a warm feeling.

“So talk to me, son.  What’s new with you?”

“Not much.  School sucks.”

“How’s your girlfriend?  Tasha, right?”

“She’s okay.  Come to think of it, she’s like Mom. Always jealous when I talk to other girls.”

“That’s women for ya,” Dad said, leaning forward with the bottle.  I held out my cup and Dad filled it to the rim.  “I don’t think many guys would bother with them were it not for one little thing.”

“Well then, I don’t know why I bother with Tasha at all.”

“You mean she hasn’t given it up yet?”

“Oh she has.  Just not to me.  She says she wants to wait till prom.  Meanwhile I know she did it with Alec last summer.”

“So you’re 0 for 0?”

“Yep.  Except we’ve done just about everything else.”

“Well that’s fine,” Dad said, sliding back in his seat.  “But there’s nothing much better than sliding it into a tight, wet pussy.”

“I bet,” I said.  “Don’t rub it in.”

“Rubbing it is about all you’re doing,” Dad said.

“Ha, ha.  You should talk.  I mean…probably.”

“Nope, you nailed it,” Dad said, shaking his head.  He leaned forward with the bottle again.  I finished the rest of what was in my cup and held it out for more.  “Believe me, I’ve had plenty of time to fantasize about what I didn’t do.”

“Does Mom like sex, Dad?”

“Son, your mother is about the best lay I’ve ever had, as well she should be, or I would never have put up with her shit for this long.”

“Why are women so weird about it, then?  I mean, if it feels good, why don’t they want to do it all the time, like us?”

“It’s a good question,” Dad said.  “I’ve known some ladies who liked it as much as guys.  But for a lot of women, I figure it’s cause they’re the ones getting poked.  There’s more at stake when you’re on the receiving end, you know?  Babies, diseases, stuff like that.  You gotta build up trust to let somebody in you like that.”  I considered this as I took another gulp of whiskey, which was going down easier with each swig.

“Crazy thing is – and I can’t believe I’m tellin you this – I’ve always been dying to know what it feels like, bein on the other end of things, so to speak,” Dad said with a smirk.

“Well you know Jimmy Pavnick,” – Jimmy’s my gay buddy from school – “He says he likes taking it up the butt, that it feels even better than fucking.  He was crackin us up the other day talking all about what it’s like.”

“I’ve had a finger or two up there,” Dad said.  “It did feel good.  I mean, gettin poked, you gotta figure it’s a whole other thrill.”  Dad picked up the bottle again.  “And life’s too damn short.  I don’t intend to deny myself much of anything from now on, especially if this is the way your mom’s gonna treat me when I tow the line.”  Dad took a deep breath.  “Sorry, son.  I’m just lettin off some steam.”

“It’s okay,” I said, watching Dad pour us another round.  I realized the bottle was nearly empty.  I thought, “He’s drunk.”  Then I realized, “I’m drunk.”

While we finished what had been left in the bottle, I started thinking.  I probably never would have said anything if I hadn’t been as buzzed as I was.

“Hey Dad,” I said.  “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?”  Dad smirked.

“Why’s that?”

“This is gonna sound nuts…”

“Go ahead,” Dad said.

“Nothing.  I was just thinking, our problems are similar, in a way.”

“I know what you’re getting at.  At least I think I do.”

“It just seems like, it’s just us here.  Nobody would ever have to know.”

“Nope,” Dad said.  “No they wouldn’t.”  He looked straight at me, smiling until I smiled back.  My cock started swelling up.  “Say it.”

“I can’t,” I said.

“We’re talking about you getting your first piece, and me trying something new.  Am I on the right track there?”

“Yep,” I said.

“Stand up, son.”

“But I’m hard,” I said.  Dad shrugged, stood.  His hard-on tented out the front of his sweat pants.  “That make it easier for ya?”

I stood up, facing him, my boner making a long lump down the leg of my jeans.  Dad reached forward to feel it.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.

“We’re drunk and horny,” Dad said.  “And no, I can’t believe it either.”  I reached for his cock.  It was so hard.  Dad stepped closer and put his arms around me.  I put mine around him.  We pulled close and started making out, with tongues and everything.  It was just like with Tasha in a way.  It didn’t matter that it was my dad, we were such good friends that it felt natural.

“You’re takin the lead, right?” Dad said once we came apart.  He slid down his sweat pants.  “Get naked with me,” he said.  I lifted off my shirt and started on my jeans.  “I’m yours tonight, buddy,” Dad said, standing there in all his glory.  Man he was a hot guy – all muscle and hair, with a big fat boner bobbing up front.  “How do you want me then?”

“I don’t know…”

“Bent over or missionary?”

“How do you fuck Mom?”

“Missionary, usually.”

“Um, do you have a preference?”

“How bout you bend me over the bed,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay,” I said, smiling.  Dad leaned over and put his elbows on the bed.  He planted his feet wide.  I took in the sight of my big hot dad, his strong back tapering to his waist and then his butt splayed out.  I got closer and saw his hole, pink, with a brush of hair going down either side.  I knelt down behind him, running my hand over his butt cheeks.  I ventured toward his crack with my fingertips, and ran a finger over his hole, making him gasp and clench up.

“Does that feel okay?” I said.

“I like havin my butt played with,” Dad said.  “Don’t be afraid.”  I slid my fingers across his hole again and Dad relaxed into it.  I could see his dick hanging half-hard between his legs, a big drop of precum on the tip.

“Do you eat Mom’s pussy?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.  She loves it,” Dad said.

“Do you think I could try…eating you out?”

“I think that’d be more than fine,” Dad said.  I got in there and ran my tongue over his his hard, sparsely hairy cheeks.  Then I dragged it down his crack.  When my tongue made contact with his hole Dad bucked and groaned.  I was so turned on.  I ground my tongue right against Dad’s butthole and ate him out.  Dad was into it, backing up against my tongue, groaning and moaning as I dug it in deeper.

I got my finger wet and brought it to his hole.  “Here we go,” I said.  I pressed and the tip of my finger popped in.  Dad gasped.  His hole was so tight.  I didn’t want to hurt him, but I must have been too hesitant because Dad backed up and sank the rest of my finger into his butt.  I slid my finger out then in again, marveling at the tightness, like a vice.  My cock was so ready.

“What about lube?” I asked once I’d withdrawn my finger.

“Got it,” Dad said, and got up to grab his bag from beside the TV.  “I picked this up on Monday.  Four days in a motel room, spit won’t cut it after awhile,” he said, handing me a tube of KY.  He took his position again, bent over the bed.

“I guess we don’t need a rubber,” I said.

“I can’t see any reason for it.  Score one for butt sex with your Dad, I guess.  Right?”

I laughed and got behind him.  “I’m so nervous.  I don’t know why,” I said.

“I’m the one should be nervous,” Dad said.  “Just go slow, we’ll do alright.”  I lubed up his hole and set the tip of my cock against it.  I pushed forward.  The head of my dick flattened then popped inside.  Dad made a sound in his throat.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yeah buddy,” Dad said, all guttural.  I was catching my breath, entranced by the sight of my cock spearing my dad’s spread butt, when he leaned back and another inch sank inside.

“Goddamn,” Dad said, sinking back some more.  I took the cue that we were good to go and shifted my hips forward, sinking my shaft fully into Dad’s butt.

And there you had it, a host of firsts:  my first piece, Dad’s first poke, and the previously unimaginable fact that I was boning my own dad.

“This feels amazing,” I said.

“I am with you,” Dad said.  I slid out a little; pushed back in.  It was indescribable, that tightness around my cock for the first time.  I did it again, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in.

“What’s the verdict?” Dad said.

“A-plus,” I said, going for another pump.  “And for you?”

“Let’s just say your buddy Jimmy knows what he’s talking about,” Dad said between breaths.  His big body heaved forward as I thrust into it.  “It’s different, but in a way it’s about the best thing I ever felt.”

“That’s what Mom’s been getting all these years.”

“Well now I know she’s even luckier than I thought.”

“You make me wanna try it,” I said.

“That can be arranged,” Dad said.  I was banging him slowly, just enjoying the feel and frankly, not wanting to loose it too soon.

“Does Mom like it rough or gentle?” I asked.

“A bit rough to tell you the truth.  I can take it however you want to dish it out, son.  In fact I think I’d prefer it if you knocked me around a little bit.  Gimme the full treatment, you know?”

I took that to heart and started working over my Dad like I imagined him doing it to Mom.  Long strokes from the back, rough thrusts balls-deep.  Skin was slapping against skin.  The bed was shaking and Dad’s moans were getting louder and louder.  I gave his ass a slap.

“Fuck me, boy.  Fuck your old man.”

“Goddamn, Dad, I’m gonna cum.  Where should I cum?”

“Shoot it in me.  Shoot it right inside your pop.  Fuck, I’m gonna blow too.”  He took a hand away from the bed and stroked his cock.  Suddenly his hole got tighter and his moans got feverish and he started yelling out, “Goddamn, fuck my ass!  Fuck yeah!”  Without a word I shot my load, just blast after blast right up inside him.  It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

We took a shower afterward.  I was way too drunk to walk home, so Dad and I climbed into bed together.  I snuggled up to him, my arms wrapped around his back, and found myself boning up.

“Wanna pork me again, don’t you?” Dad said.  I offered a weak “Yeah.”

“Can’t say I blame ya,” Dad said, flipping on the light and getting on all fours.  “Have at it son.  We won’t get too many chances to fuck like bunnies once I’m back home.”  As I prepared to slide my aching cock into the snapping tight butthole of my dear ol’ dad, I considered canceling the wake-up call we’d placed and letting Mom discover I’d snuck out.  Maybe Dad and I would both get in trouble, and that was fine by me.  Life in the doghouse was pretty sweet, after all.

The roommate situation was this:  I was desperate for someone to pick up half the rent, so I chose the first guy who responded to my ad.

His name was Peter and he worked in a warehouse near my end of town.  He was 27 and pretty good looking – part Latino, big sensuous lips, stubbly face and a muscled body that was slightly thick around the middle.  He wore a gold chain over his white t-shirt.

We got along okay the first week and then gradually he began to take over the place.  It started with things like putting his posters on the wall and watching ESPN all the time.  It progressed to him lying around on the couch all day while dishes piled up on the coffee table and the bathroom got unforgivably dirty.

As much as I resented his laziness, I couldn’t help but lust after this hot guy.  I lived for the times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes.  He’d come out in a pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and I’d watch the firm mounds of his ass as he strode down the hall.

After a month of essentially being his cleaning boy, I decided to confront him about it.  He was planted on the couch in his usual position, drinking beer and watching the tube.  I sat across from him – he grunted hello but otherwise took no notice of me.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“About what?”

“You’re not pulling your weight around here.”

“Whatever, bro.  Don’t be so uptight.”

“Uptight?  I’ve done your dishes for the past three weeks!  You leave all of your shit lying around and I have to pick it up.”

“So what?” he said, and turned back to the TV.  I was speechless and incredibly pissed, but it didn’t stop me from noticing the outline of his cock and how it lay along his thick, hairy thigh.

I’m not sure if he noticed me looking, but his hand went down to his crotch and he started massaging his dick.  He was looking right at me.

“Let me ask you a question,” he said.  “Do you think you’re pulling your weight around here?”

“W-what do you mean?”  Peter rubbed his palm along his shaft.  It was obviously thicker.

“I mean, I could use someone to take care of my needs.  You know what I’m saying?”  I kept staring, he kept fondling and watching me stare at him.  Then, slowly, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts.  Out popped a fat, hairy dick which was just as big and horny as I’d imagined it to be.  It pulsed, bobbed and throbbed against his stomach.

Now, being that I’m a pretty well-built and handsome guy, I’d brought home my fair share of tricks in the time since Peter had moved in.  I assumed he knew I was gay, but I never thought he was anything less than straight.  And even if he wasn’t 100% hetero, it was fast becoming obvious that he was at least a little bit freaky.

An eternity passed as I stared at his handsome pole, which jerked with his pulse and seemed to beckon me closer.  Peter took off his shorts completely, releasing his heavy, sagging nuts, and sat upright.

“Get the fuck over here,” he said.  “You know you want to.”

In a daze, I knelt down before him.  Peter looked down at me, a slight but satisfied smile on his face.  Reaching forward, I went to take his cock in my hand, but Peter pushed my hand away.

“Just your mouth,” he said.  I started by going down on his balls, lapping up each heavy orb before taking his whole sac into my mouth.  Peter spread his legs and laid back, letting out his breath.  “That’s right, eat my fuckin balls.”

The scent of masculine sweat rose off of him.  I ran my tongue up his salty shaft and wrapped my lips around the plump head of his pecker.  Peter moaned.  He put his hand on the back of my head, firmly pushing my face down on his dick.  More of his cock slid past my lips until my nose was nestled in his damp pubes.  I contracted my throat around it, feeling it pulse and harden.

I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking in the deep, pungent smells emanating from his crotch.  Peter kept his hand on my head, urging me along as I chugged his cock in and out of my mouth.  He was as hard as can be, and my own dick was in the same state.  I took it out and stroked myself while I blew him.

I don’t know how long I sucked on that dick, but it felt like hours.  Peter just laid back and watched me go to town; he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to cum, and I was in no hurry to finish.  Peter had finally demanded the kind of servicing that I could really enjoy.

I lapped up under his balls and licked down his taint.  Peter gasped, raising his ass slightly to give me better access.  I lifted his heavy legs, bringing his knees to his chest and exposing his hairy butthole.  I touched my tongue to it and it squinched up uncontrollably.  Peter’s breathing got fast and shallow.

I ran my tongue around the perimeter of his hole, darting in closer and closer to the soft, slick skin that puckered around his anus.  I licked up the sweat along his crack, my tongue brushing past his butthole.  It tasted great, musky and sweet, a real working man’s ass.

I ate him out properly, slathering my tongue against his hot asshole and spearing it in when he relaxed it.  Peter moaned earnestly, his whole body quivering, his rock-hard cock still pulsing against his stomach.

I alternated between lapping at his ass and swallowing his dick.  Peter was beside himself, he seemed like he was in awe of how good I could make him feel.  It gave me a weird sense of power of him, even though I’d clearly given him control of the situation.

When I let up to catch my breath, Peter looked down at my raging hard-on.  He took his own dick in his hand and stroked it slowly.

“I wanna fuck your ass now,” he said, standing up from the couch.  His dick lolled out in front of him.  “You want this big cock inside you?”

I answered by getting up on the couch and spreading my ass for him.  There was nothing I wanted more right then than to get fucked by this guy.  My ass was hungry for his dick.

Peter put his hands on my smooth cheeks and spread them apart.  I’ve got a nice butt – it might be my best asset – and I could tell Peter was getting off on my smooth, pink hole by the way he licked his finger and rubbed it into me.

Peter lined his hips up with mine and pressed his cock head against my hole, mashing it around and getting it slick with his pre-come.

He took his spit-slicked finger and slid it inside me, opening my ass wide.  I gasped, but I quickly got used to the feeling.  Peter was relentless, his finger pumped in and out of my hungry ass with no mercy.  I sensed I’d better get myself ready for a rough fuck.  My roommate wanted to use my ass to get off, and to him, my pleasure was secondary.

He must have slicked up his dick pretty well because I was surprised at how easily he entered me.  I yelled out from the shock of it but Peter never let up.  He just kept feeding me that fat cock until his hips were pressed against mine, the full length of his cock buried inside.  Then he drew back out and began to fuck, riding in and out of me like I was a blow-up doll or something.  I was loving it, and I bucked back to meet his rude, insistent humping.

Peter spanked my ass as his balls slapped my balls rhythmically.  “Nice, tight ass,” he grunted, solely focused on the feelings my ass was giving to his prick.  He just held on to it and fucked away, working me over while my own unattended hard-on whapped against my stomach with each thrust.

This was what I had wanted all along, I realized.  To be used by him.  All that anger was being channeled into pure lust.  I imagined the scenarios in which I wanted to put him – to have him sit on my face while he watched TV; to have him bend me over the sink and fuck me while I did his dishes.  Anything, so long as he kept feeding me that beautiful dick.

He sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him like a horse on a carousel.  He literally held me in his hands, bouncing me up and down on his dick while he looked me in the eyes.  A look came into his eyes that I’d never seen before.  He brought his handsome face closer to mine and enthusiastically kissed me, our tongues writhing against each other, our energies intensifying and intermingling.

I think it had gotten deeper than either of us had realized, and Peter snapped back into reality like he’d just realized what he was doing.  He smiled at me, then lifted me up and tossed me back on to the couch.  He threw my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock right back inside.

He fucked me intensely, going faster and harder, and from his breathing I could tell he was getting close.

“I’m gonna blow in you baby,” he growled.  I pushed back to let him know that’s what I wanted.

With a final loud grunt, he shoved his rod all the way inside of me and started to unload.  His guttural moans filled the room as he blew his jizz into me, his rod pulsing with each hot shot.

When he was done he pulled out and collapsed back on the couch.

“You gotta towel?” he said.  Before I could answer, I looked down and realized I had lost my load all over my stomach.  I hadn’t realized it, I hadn’t even been touching myself.

“Let me get one,” I answered, and I proceeded to clean his dick and my stomach, in that order.

***

From then on it became clear that my new job as Peter’s roommate was to take care of his dick whenever he wanted, which was usually every day after he came home from work.  So that is the new roommate situation.  I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me sometimes.

I’ll come home to a mess of an apartment and loads of come-covered laundry to do, and I swear I’ll never do it again.  But then Peter comes home with a sheen of sweat covering his body and a look in his eye that says he plans on fucking me all night.  By one a.m. I’ve got two of his loads in my stomach, Peter’s pushing me against the wall getting ready to give me a third, and all of the animosity I held toward him is long, long forgotten.

I mean, can you really blame me?

A snowy Tuesday night, any waiter will tell you, is a total wash out.  But there I was, the de-facto head of an all-male crew, handling not only the shit-talking and gay-joking that seems to reach critical mass when no waitresses are present, but also an unrepentant whining from the back of the house.

“Can we fucking leave yet?” said Doug the dishwasher for the hundredth time, and I, in turn, told him I wasn’t authorized to make that decision.

What I could do, however, was give everyone free reign at the bar.

“Nate probably wants to get us drunk so’s he can take advantage of us, ain’t that right Nate?”

“That’s right, Tony,” I said.  Tony is the head cook; he and Doug were all that was left of our kitchen crew, while Mark and I were the last servers standing.

“Don’t joke around, I know you want some of this.”  Tony lifted his white chef’s jacket and pulled down his checkered pants.  He was wearing gray bikini briefs, and he gave his ass a slap, smiling at me.  Tony’s a big dude, but he’s got a nice ass and he knows it.

“Yeah, let’s show him,” said Doug the dishwasher, who was always nipping at Tony’s heels.  He dropped his pants and wagged his boxer-clad ass in my direction, laughing with a dumb look on his tow-headed face.  I just slapped on a smile and let myself chub up, figuring if I was going to get a show, I might as well enjoy it.

***

Mark was being a trooper, and we shored up the side work together.  The thing with Mark was complicated.  His girlfriend waited tables at Cabiria’s, too, but Mark and I had a connection.  Partly it was our shared interest in music, as Mark was a scruffy sexy hippie boy and I was partial to jam bands myself.  If there was something more, I blamed it on my over-active sexual imagination.  I’m always falling for straight guys, it’s just my lot in life.

By eight p.m., all four of us were belly-up to the bar, and I realized I was too buzzed to do my job if by some miracle a customer should show up.

Tony continued to razz me like it was going out of style.

“Tell the truth, if you could fuck me, you would, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t fuck you, Tony, I’d ‘make love’ to you,” I joked.

Doug the dimwit snarfed and shot beer out of his nose.

“Seriously, Nate.  What would you do – if you were with a guy like me.  What would you like to do?”

“I don’t know – same thing you like to do with a girl – fuck, kiss, eat pussy.”

“You mean eat ass,” Tony said.

“Nate licks bunghole,” said Doug the dickhead.

“Shut the fuck up Doug,” Tony said.  He turned back to me.  “I always wanted to get my ass ate.  I’ve always wanted to know how that feels.  Can’t ever get a girl to do that, though.”

“Not even your wife?” Mark quipped, and that got a laugh.  Tony’s wife was a notorious bitch.

“But you like doin that, though,” Tony continued, undeterred.  “Just like guys get off on eating pussy, you get off on eatin ass, right?”

I shifted on the barstool.  “Well…yeah.  I like it a lot actually.”  Tony had this sincere look on his face.  Despite his crude nature, I had a lot of respect for the big lug.  After I’d met his wife, I actually started to feel pretty bad for the guy.

“If I asked you to do that for me, would you?” he said.  Everyone got silent.  I could’ve made a joke and instantly defused the situation, but something (the swelling in my pants?) told me not to.

“Yeah, I would.”  Tony reached over and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Alright then.  Let’s lock up.”

***

When I got back to the bar, Tony had laid out shots for all four of us.

“Dutch courage,” he said, and we downed them.

“You ain’t serious about this, are ya Tone?”

“Shut the fuck up Doug.  You don’t know the first thing about gettin a girl off, so maybe Nate can teach you something here.”  And with that, he slipped off his pants and undies.  He already had a chubby.

I’d avoided looking at Mark this whole time, but at last he spoke up.

“Nate, does that offer just apply to Tony, or does it stand for all of us?”  He looked at me strangely – his eyes were kind of distant, like he was appraising me in a new way.

“All of you, I guess.  Why not?”  A sly smile crept across Mark’s face.

Tony whispered something in Doug’s ear.  He undid Doug’s pants and let them fall to the floor.  Though Doug still had a look of slack-jawed astonishment on his face, he seemed willing to go along with whatever Tony wanted.  His pale peach cock – heftier than I’d imagined – hung out the fly of his boxers, half-hard.

In sort of daze I watched the three of them undress, trying not to pay too much attention to Mark’s naturally muscled body.  The three of them got up on one of the big tables, all in a row on their hands and knees – an all-u-can-eat ass buffet.

Tony had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, murmuring in his ear, telling him to relax, to go with it.

I started by parting Doug’s downy blond hair-covered butt cheeks, revealing his pink hole.  I licked around his crack, loving the effect it was having on him – he was so young and sensitive, everything caused a jerk and a reaction.  I started rimming his butthole, tasting the slick skin before diving the tip of my tongue right in.  Doug whimpered and squealed.  Taking both halves of his butt in my hands, I made a feast of his ass, straining to get my tongue in him as deeply as possible.

Tony kept rubbing Doug’s back.  “Feels good, huh buddy?  Don’t it?” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Doug managed to say.

“Get into it.  You’re hard.  Stroke your dick while he’s doin it.”

From the way Doug’s butthole was clutching my tongue it was clear that he was on the brink.  I backed off and moved toward Tony’s massive butt.  Tony got ready for me with a smile on his face, resting his head on the table and spreading his ass out before me.

“Go for it Nate.”  The cheeks of his big, hairy butt were like two desktop globes in my hands.  Already spread wide, his deep crack funneled down to a hot, pulsing hole.  I buried my face in that ass.  Tony’s deep and masculine groans filled the empty restaurant.  He took my tongue like a man – being more experienced than Doug, he got into it more, backing his ass up into my face, pushing his butthole on to my tongue.  His hole was relaxed enough that I could get my tongue in really deeply.

Tony never cheated on his wife, at least not that I knew of, so I figured he had to be relishing this sexual release.  He brought his big paw around and pulled the back of my head into his butt, working his ass against my face.  I slipped my pants down and beat myself off as I worked him over.

I heard a moan from Doug, and saw that Tony was casually slipping his fat finger into Doug’s well-lubed asshole.  Doug seemed transported, his face held up to the ceiling with his eyes closed, his whole body rocking as Tony finger-fucked him.

Mark was sitting up on his knees, watching the scene.  With one hand he was cupping his balls, and with the other he was stroking huge, hairy cock.  It was more beautiful than I’d imagined.  Mark, still with that sexy smirk, beckoned me over with a jerk of his head.

I pulled helplessly away from Tony’s big ass.  Mark got down, pushing out his little hippie butt.  It was smaller than Doug or Tony’s but muscled and toned – the nicest butt in the bunch.  The cheeks parted to reveal a nice crack lined with straight black hair, ringing a slick pink crevasse.

His ass smelled like patchouli soap with deeper, muskier undertones, like the incense Mark would burn sometimes when I was hanging out with him and his girlfriend.  I tentatively stuck out my tongue and touched it to that most intimate part of him.  Mark moaned quietly.  He started to move his hips, bucking his ass against my lips in smooth, insistent motions.  It was languid and intense.

I took hold of Mark’s hard horse cock, which was surprisingly uncut.  I ate my way down to his balls, sucking on those for a while.  Then I got under him, on the table, so his cock head was lined up with my lips.  There was no way I was going to let him get away without giving me some of that awesome cock.  In a smooth motion, he pushed it between my lips, and I opened to let it slide down my tongue and into my throat.  I took it all the way in, my lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick root.

Mark’s tight body hovered over me, his slim hips working his cock in and out of my mouth.  His tight stomach curled up into his body as he humped my face.  He looked down at me and smiled.

At some point, I glanced over to see Tony sitting on the edge of the table, with Doug’s head bobbing in his lap.  Tony gave me a conspiratorial, sideways smile; then went back to guiding Doug’s head up and down his fat dick.

I let my tongue travel up Mark’s six pack as slid off of the table.  He grabbed my arms and pulled me up into him, and out of nowhere we were making out –his bearded face pressing against mine as our tongues colluded in each other’s mouths.

He put me back on the table and threw my legs back, exposing my shaved ass.   Now, I know I’ve got a cute butt, but I was not prepared to have Mark bury his face into it just like that.  He worked his tongue into my hole mercilessly.

Tony had gotten up and now returned with some olive oil.  Doug was lying supine over the table, his legs draped over the edge and his feet resting on the floor, his ass pertly propped up.  Tony spread Doug’s cheeks and poured the oil down his crack, then used it to lube up his cock.

He handed the oil to Mark, who got some on his finger and slid it inside of me.  This was nothing like the friend I had known and gotten high with for the eight months I’d worked at Cabiria’s.  Mark was being so aggressive, taking such control, that it made me wonder if this was something he’d thought about doing for a while.

He laid on top of me and kissed me as he worked another digit into my hungry hole.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

My ass – his oiled cock – we were both ready.  He let it rest against the gate for a second before bearing down.  At first I didn’t think I could take it.  But he went slowly, steadily, never backing off.  He obviously knew how to fuck, and as the pain passed I took hold of his ass and pushed him into me as far as it could go.

Mark started pumping me, shaking the table as he worked his big cock into my butt.

At the same time, Tony slipped his thick cut of Italian salami into Doug’s rump.  Tony stood there like a rock, thrusting his cock slightly but making Doug do most of the work.  Doug had his hands braced against the edge of the table.  His hard dick curved upward from his stomach like a turkey neck.  He had a look of pained perplexity on his face as he rode Tony, like, how did this cock get up my ass and why does it feel so good?

You could have colored us both surprised.  It occurred to me that Mark and I were “making love” as much as we were fucking.  He sucked at my neck, he licked and bit at my nipples.  I ran my hands all over that beautiful boy body and we kissed as much as we wanted.  The grunts and moans of four horny men filled the dining room. There was a unison achieved as we edged ever closer to our respective orgasms.

Mark looked down at me with his blue eyes.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Me too.”  His mouth found mine, and we kissed.  He whimpered as I felt his hot load spurting inside of me.  I let myself go at the same time, and jets of warm, thick load roped out of my cock, coating my chest and making our bodies slippery as they worked against one another.  We came down slowly, our bodies sticking together, our tongues still dueling in each other’s mouths.

We watched Tony, with a mighty thrust, bottom out in Doug’s ass.  From his huge moans that rocked the glass in the windows, it was obvious that the big guy was breeding Doug the dishwasher’s virgin butt with his seed.  Tony’s spasming dick must have tripped a switch in Doug’s ass – his hard-as-a-nail cock started spurting hands-free, jerking into the air and sending sharp streams of jizz across the floor that I’d just mopped.

Tony slapped Doug’s ass, then pressed his big body against him, calling him baby as their orgasms subsided.  I knew that reality had sidestepped us, somehow.  How was this going to end?

Well, Doug never came back to work.  At the Christmas party a few weeks later, Tony drunkenly admitted to me that he was probably bisexual.

Mark, on the other hand, told me he’d had fantasies of fucking me since we’d first met, but hadn’t had the balls to do anything about it.  We ended up moving in together, and he dumped his girlfriend a few weeks later.  It’s a nice arrangement.  He gets to fuck whenever he feels like it, and I get all the ass I can eat.  Who says you can’t have it all?

I worked with this guy who said nobody’d ever been able to give him an orgasm.

“That’s bullshit,” I said.  “Only women have never had orgasms.”

No, he said.  He’d had orgasms from jacking off, but he didn’t enjoy jacking off.  And though he’d had his fair share of sex, he could never come from it.

I ordered us up another beer.  He admitted that he hadn’t had an orgasm in all of two years.

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” I told him, and I meant it.  I mean, here was this hot young guy in his mid-twenties, and you’d just assume he was getting his rocks off on a regular basis.  He was a little blond stud, with a smooth, toned swimmer’s build, a choir-boy face with clear blue eyes and a killer smile.  He was a fine specimen of manhood.  But he couldn’t get off, and he didn’t know why.

The thing about this particular guy – Kip – is that I’d had the hots for him ever since he’d started waiting tables at the restaurant.  He came across as straight … but not straight enough, at least to my trained eye.  I’m head chef, and a couple of times I’d almost cut off a finger, staring at his hot little ass running in and out of the kitchen.  Finally, I’d invited him out for a beer and started grilling him on his personal life.  And what was I coming up with?  He’d had sex, but he’d never had an orgasm from sex.

He’d slept with girls, but he’d never had a girlfriend.

And – jackpot – he’d messed around with guys, “but never below the waist.”

Never below the waist?  That threw me for a loop.

“He was my best friend,” he explained.  “He and his girlfriend invited me to . . . you know . . . join in, one night.” He was all about fucking the girl, but when it came to his buddy, he wanted wasn’t sure if he could deal with all that that entailed.  “So we kept it above the waist.  We kissed and everything, and it was hot.  I felt closer to him afterwards.”

Kids today, I’ll tell you — somethin else.  But I had a little surprise up my own sleeve.  I’m a tough-looking Italian dude in my late thirties, with a barrel chest covered in tattoos.  People assume I’m straight.  What can I say?  I’ve got a big set of balls and an even bigger attitude.  I can be pretty forward when I want to be.

I said, “I bet I could give you an orgasm.” Kip was so shocked he nearly sent a mouthful of beer across the bar.  I just slapped him on the back and laughed.

I told Kip how much I liked eating ass.  I asked him if he’d ever been eaten out.

“No . . . ” he said, but more than that, I could tell it was something he’d never even fathomed.

“I could do it all night,” I said.  “Eat ass, I mean.”

“Really?” he said, a glimmer in his eye.

“Want to find out?”

For a guy who supposedly doesn’t enjoy sex, Kip didn’t take much persuading.

“Sex makes me nervous,” he’d said.  I told him it wouldn’t be sex; we could just beat off together.

Plenty of porn at my place, I said.  We could just put some on, lay back and stroke it.  Just come back to my place.

“All right,” he said.  We got out of the bar real quick and rode off in my truck.  The ride was a treat, for sure. The anticipation was palpable.  By the time we pulled up to my house I’d soaked a wet spot through my chef’s pants.

I threw on some porn and took a seat beside him on the couch.  As the movie kicked into gear, I reached over and felt what he had going.  Wonder of wonders:  the boy was already rock hard.

“Good movie,” Kip explained.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, and pulled him toward me.  I’m not sure why — maybe all that pent-up come went into his brain and out his lips — but that boy could kiss!  Kip held on to my shoulders as I shoved my tongue into his mouth.  I could’ve made out with him forever, but eventually we had to move onto more important business.

“Take out your dick,” I said. “Let’s beat off.”

I was moving carefully.  I felt like I was taking his virginity, after all.  I didn’t want to fuck it up by going too fast.

But, good Lord, once I saw the monster cock on him it was all I could do not to impale my throat on it.  It looked like it was carved out of ivory, thick as a baby’s arm and twice as long.  For him not to use that beauty to full capacity was a damn shame, and I pledged to myself that by the end of the night we’d have him all fixed up.

I’m no slouch in the cock department, myself, so I gave Kip a nice little show of sliding off my undies and pulling on my big bull balls.

He was fascinated. “Your nuts are huge,” he said.

“They’re brewing one hell of a load right now,” I said.  “Feel how heavy they are.”

He hefted them in his hand, and I’ll be damned if his own cock didn’t pulse a little.  My mission to pump a load out of Kip was off to a good start.

I sat back on the couch and rested my big, hairy thigh against Kip’s lanky leg.  Kip had his hand wrapped as far around his thick pole as it could go. It stood up hard and proud from a nest of blond pubes.  He teased the head, squeezing out drops of precum and using them to lubricate his shaft.

I kept a steady, slow rhythm on my own fat hog, tickling underneath my hairy balls.  I reached over and felt Kip’s smooth chest with my rough palm.  I tweaked his pink nipples and pulled him toward me, bringing our mouths together.

We kept it above the waist for a while longer, pulling on our respective puds and sucking each other’s lips and tongues.  But I couldn’t resist his tool for long, so I palmed his piece and gave it a healthy stroke.  Kip didn’t resist.  In fact, he moaned into my mouth.

I squeezed that thick throbbing dick in my hand, jacking it slowly, while I fondled his quivering balls.  I put my palm up to my face and spit in it, got his shaft all nice and slick.  My fist moved up and down his cock like a well-greased piston.

But that fat tool was just too hot, so I took a quick dip down and licked the precome off the tip.  Very sly.  Kip gasped, but he didn’t resist, so I went right back down and wrapped my lips around the throbbing head of his cock.  Slowly, I slid his hot slab into my mouth, taking it all the way down my throat.  When my nose was buried in his pubes, I used my tongue to massage his shaft.

“Feel good?” I asked when I came up for air.

“Yeahh,” he said, his pale blue eyes rolling back in his head.  I bobbed on his prick a few more times, feeling Kip relax underneath me.  He spread his legs, and when I reached down to feel his balls, he raised his hips and my fingers slipped down to the space underneath them.

I backed off.  Kip stared down at me, on the verge of revelation.  “I usually get distracted when I have sex.  I guess right now I’m just really horny . . .” He didn’t need to elaborate.  I knew what he was thinking, what he really wanted.  I couldn’t wait to give it to him.

“So, Kip,” I said, “you want me to eat out your ass?”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess so,” he said, trying his damnedest to be calm and impassive, but the turn-on was written all over his face.  His ass was his final frontier, the forbidden zone.  Just the thought of my tongue in his hole had him ready to come.

“Get up on your knees,” I said.  “Let me see your ass.  Yeah, spread ‘em.  Fuck, that’s a nice hole!”  It sure as hell was.  A tight pink pucker with just the lightest dust of blond hair.  A feast the likes of which even my cooking skills couldn’t equal.  I couldn’t wait to chow down.

Kip was beside himself.  Just spreading his hole open for me had him in a lather.  I pulled his tight ass cheeks apart and ran my tongue around the outer ridge of his smooth hole.  Kip jumped, so I grabbed his hips to keep him steady.  I swirled my tongue around and around his squinch.

Finally I dove in, spearing his tight pucker with my rough tongue.  Kip whimpered and nearly collapsed into a heap of sexed-up goo.

I made a feast of that ass, burying my face in it, using my whole tongue to lick up and down his crack and darting it in and out of his butthole.  Sometimes Kip would tighten up and jerk his cock real hard, other times he’d let go and my tongue would slide as far in to his loose-as-a-goose hole as it could.

Inevitably, as they say, the worm turned.  Kip was humping my face like he’d been transported to another world.  Distracted?  No fucking way.  His butthole had loosened up to the point where, when I daintily placed the tip of my finger against it; his ass just gobbled it up.  Kip pushed back until all four inches of my fat finger were inside.

Two fingers in and he was bucking like a bronco. It was time to see if I could give him something more.  I lined my cockhead up against his pucker.  When Kip felt the blunt end of my tool poking him, his arms collapsed beneath him.

“You want my cock in your ass?” I asked politely.

“Umuhmuh,” he moaned into the couch cushion, and backed his ass into me.

“Whoa, bucko,” I said, pulling back.  “Almost swallowed me.”

I slid on a rubber.  I greased myself up good, even though his hole was slick enough to take me without it.  I slid inside him, inch by inch, and felt that boy’s tight tunnel devour every inch of my fat cock.  Kip didn’t even have a hand on his rock-hard prick by this point.  I reached down and felt him.  He was oozing precome like yolk from a leaking egg.

I stuck it in him to the hilt, my warm balls squeezing against his ass.  He was spreading as wide as he could, eager to accommodate.  I pulled back, feeling his tight chute caress my prick.  When the fat head of my cock was just inside, I shoved my whole hog right back into him.  Kip groaned.

I steel-rodded him good and hard, and he gave it right back to me with every thrust.  I leaned over and fucked into him, rubbing my hairy chest against his smooth, muscular back, slapping my balls against his. His asshole took my cock like it was meant to be there.

I wanted to give Kip the ride of his life, so I laid back on the couch and stuck him right on top of me.  Kip braced himself, and I grabbed the flesh on his thin hips and fucked him like I owned him.  I shoved him up and down on my pole, forcing my cock deeper and deeper.  He was bouncing up and down on my rod like a horse on a carousel.  I took his pole in one hand and his thick balls in the other, and I pumped his cock ever so gently.

I must have hit the spot, because I was barely stroking his cock when the come started flying.  I mean flying.  I literally fucked the load right out of him. With each thrust of my tool into his pretty little ass, another stream of cum flew out of his cock and onto my couch, my hair, my face, his face, everywhere.

He was nearly crying with pleasure.  My own load shot at some point, but I was barely paying attention.  I’d found the magic button. I’d released Kip from his plight — and that was payoff enough.

***

I’ve been pushing Kip’s button quite a lot since that first night.  Now that he can get off with another person, he just can’t get enough.

The next time was in the cooler at the restaurant.

Kip was all stressed out from waiting tables.  To tell you the truth, I needed a little workout myself.  I gave him a salami to bite down on before sliding my own salami between his cheeks.  I’ve become something of his own private dildo, and I can’t say that I mind.  When Kip needs something to sit on, I’m there for him.

I even helped him test out some toys he could use when I was out of town.  I laid him back on his bed and shoved each one into his hole while he groaned and ground to his heart’s content.  I got so hot I had to help myself to the other end of the foot-and-a-half long double-dong I’d bought.  We lay back on his bed, pounding our asses together onto the dong, jacking ourselves until our loads coated our chests.  We’d have been quite a sight.

I’ve even let Kip have a go at my big butt a couple of times.  I need it too, sometimes, you know.  And you never would have guessed, but young Kip unleashed a load into my ass without any anal stimulation of his own whatsoever — just like the stud I always knew he could be.

I was so proud I could’ve cried.

But you know, I figure it’s my duty to help poor, unfortunate souls like Kip. That’s just the kind of guy I am.

8:47 p.m. Tom leaned back in the ratty office chair; propped his legs up on the wall.  He blew a ring of smoke from his cigarette out the open loading dock door.  Boredom was taking its toll.

He turned to look at Billy, who was leaning his elbows on the partition that demarked the entrance to the warehouse.  Billy’s ass stuck out behind him, and he wiggled it in an absent, unthinking way as he carved into the wood rail with his pocket knife.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Tom said, flicking the cig out into the dark blue night.  Billy looked up, slack-jawed.

“Just writin my name.”

“Well, quit it.  You want Steve to see that?  Then he’ll know we spent all night pissing around.”

“Ain’t much else to do.  Store closed an hour ago, and you know that truck ain’t coming.”

“Well, we still have to wait another hour.”

Billy kept toying with the knife, like a kid who can’t stop himself even though he knows he should.  Tom watched Billy’s butt as it swayed back and forth.  It was a nice butt, tight and cute in navy-blue work trousers.  Looking at it made him feel less bored.

“You want a cigarette?” Tom asked.

“Sure.”  Tom held out the pack, and Billy walked to him and reached for it.  He unsheathed one of the cigarettes and put it between his lips.  Pretty lips, Tom noted.  Soft, pink.

“What are you lookin at me like that for?”

“I’m just thinking,” Tom said.

“About what.”

“About getting out of here, for chrissake.  We could be getting drunk right now.”

“Should we take off?”

“No way.  That truck shows up, and Steve will have our asses.”

“Yeah.”

Tom watched Billy, the way he acted in his normal state.  Like he was always waiting for someone to tell him what to do.  It was what made them a good team, the reason Steve scheduled them together.  Tom ran the show, and Billy followed.  Even right now, just standing there smoking, Billy seemed ready for instruction, ready to go along with whatever Tom might come up with.  Like what? Tom asked himself, and felt his dick stir.

“I’m bored,” he heard himself say.  “I need you to entertain me, Billy.”

“Shit.”  Billy chuckled. “What do you mean?”

Tom looked him in the eye.

“I mean we’re both bored.  We could have some fun, if you’re up for it.”

There was a pause, and Tom knew that Billy was getting the gist.  They’d become good friends in the two months they’d been working together, and though it was never discussed, messing around had always seemed like a possibility.  At least in Tom’s mind, it was something that lurked just beneath the surface.  Now, suddenly, it all seemed so clear.

“You know what I’m saying?”

Billy gulped.

“Sorta,” he said.

“You ever play around with your friends when you were a kid?”

“Like how?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Like sex stuff?”

“You bet.”

“Yeah, I guess.”  Billy remembered his cigarette.  The ash was like a caterpillar, and it fell off as he put it to his lips.  He got one shaky hit before tossing it away.

Tom sat up in the chair.

“Well, what I’m thinking is, you could blow me, and then maybe I could do you.”

“You ain’t serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  Tom untucked his shirt.  He knew he was sexy, and he knew that, for some reason, right now, doing this in front of Billy, he felt just about as sexy as he ever had.  So he unbuttoned his shirt the whole way, showing off his muscles and hairy chest.  Billy’s eyes watched him, never wavering.  He ran his hand up his body, tweaking his nipples.

“I’m horny, Billy.”  He slid his hand down to his blue polyester-clad cock, and squeezed the hard bulge.  “C’mere.”

Billy walked over.  “Get down,” Tom said, and pushed on his shoulders until Billy was kneeling between his legs.  “Undo my pants for me.”

Billy did it, his mind swimming with the potent mix of desire and fear he’d come to recognize in these rare encounters.  Strange how guys always seemed to come on to him, how they always pegged him as the type.  It was like they knew before he did.

The first time had been with his older brother’s best friend Chad, who’d taken him into the woods during a keg party and showed him how to suck a cock.  For the rest of that summer they’d become more or less inseparable, always finding novel ways to sneak away from Billy’s brother and get their rocks off.  Chad didn’t like to suck dick, but he’d always jerk Billy off and once when he was drunk he taught Billy how to fuck butt.  By the end of the summer, Billy found he had a real talent for screwing as well as cocksucking.

Chad went off to the army, and it wasn’t until Billy had quit school and got an apartment that he found a new friend, this time his trashy roommate Dustin, who enjoyed Billy’s talents a great deal – at least until he got off, at which time he would turn angry and sullen.  It didn’t last long, and Billy began to wonder if he’d ever have a buddy like Chad again.  He moved back in with his parents, got a job at the furniture warehouse out on the highway, and that was when he met Tom.

The pants unbuckled, the zipper zipped down, Billy came to the great hard bulge in Tom’s white underwear.  The sweaty, hair-lined skin of his belly had a musky smell that intensified as Billy lowered the waistband, revealing a thatch of black pubes.  Then Tom’s hard cock pounced out, thick and sticky, his damp nuts lazily drooping between his legs.  Billy tucked the waistband underneath them.

Tom gasped when his hot dick hit the cool night air.  Billy hovered over his pulsing penis, sniffing it.  “How’s it smell?” Tom asked.  He swiped his fingers underneath his balls and took a whiff of them.  “Mmmm, wow,” he said, then slipped his fingers into his mouth.  Man, if I could suck my own cock right now, I would, he thought. Billy’s a lucky, lucky guy.

Billy was taking long whiffs of his nuts, and Tom encouraged him by pushing his head between his legs, getting his nose right in there.  It felt natural, this taking control.  He felt almost drunk with the certainty of what was happening.  Billy tongued the underside of his nuts, lapping up his sweat and heat.

He moved Billy’s head back up his junk, so that his tongue trailed up the long, thick shaft of his pole.  Billy’s scratchy chin grazed his shaft.  Tom guided the head of his succulent dick between Billy’s pursed lips and slid inside.  He pressed down on Billy’s head, sending his cock inward, each inch of it successively gobbled up by Billy’s puffy lips and suctioning mouth. There was nothing like sliding your prick into a nice, warm place, Tom thought.  Why hadn’t they thought of this earlier?

Billy’s cock was rock hard, so he took it out and stroked it.  There was something nice about having a cock in your mouth, he thought.  When you sucked cock, you didn’t have to think about anything.  You could just suck away and focus on your own pleasure.

Tom was beside himself, succumbing to Billy’s expert work.  It was by far the best blowjob he’d ever received – Billy gobbled it down so tight, so slow, the suction never abating, his lips like a rubber grommet around Tom’s dick.  Billy ate up the juice that leaked out of Tom’s dick, mashing his tongue against the sensitive head, and Tom thought he was going to loose it.  He lifted Billy off.

“Man, you suck a good cock.”

“I know,” Billy said, shrugging and wiping his mouth.  He stood up, continuing to stroke his prick, which was milky colored with chubby blue veins.  Now that business of “returning the favor” crept back in to Tom’s mind.  Truth was, he wasn’t crazy about giving head, and he knew he could probably get away with not doing it – shit, he was sure he could get away with it.  But Billy was his friend, and he wasn’t that type of guy.

He reached out to stroke Billy’s prick, but Billy registered the look on Tom’s face (and his waning hard on) and backed away from Tom’s hand.

“You don’t have to do it too, it’s okay.”

“I feel bad.”

“Well…some guys like gettin cornholed instead.”

Tom’s mind skipped a beat.  “You mean…get fucked?”  His voice cracked.

“Yeah.  My dick ain’t so big, guys tell me it’s not so bad.  We can use some of that hand cream.”  The fear on Tom’s face must have shown.  “Guys tell me it’s not so bad,” he repeated.  “Some even like it.”

Butt sex was a line that Tom had never been willing to cross, though his fantasies had wandered in that direction from time to time.  He saw himself bent over, getting fucked like a common slut over one of the pallets in the back of the warehouse.  His ass went all slack.  His dick was rock hard again.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s really okay.  I’ll go slow.”

Tom nodded.

“You want me to finish you off then we can do it after?” Billy asked.

“Um…no.  Let’s do it before, cause I don’t know if I’ll be able to go through with it after I cum.”

“Fair enough.”

“Where should we do it?” Tom said, watching Billy get naked.  He had a nice body – short, with lean muscles.  “In the back?”

“Sure, wherever you want.”

Tom seemed paralyzed, so Billy continued.  “Why don’t you just lose your britches and I’ll go get that hand cream?”

“Okay.”  Tom took off his pants, and after rethinking it, decided to lose his shirt, too.  He stood there, naked but for his boots.  He experimented a little, bracing himself against the wall and poking out his butt.  It felt strange, but sexy.  He stuck his ass out further, letting his hole relax, letting the cool air hit it.  His hard cock bobbed out in front of him.

When Billy returned he took hold of Tom’s hips and pulled them out a little further, then pushed down on the small of his back until Tom’s ample butt cheeks were splayed out before him.  It was a fine ass, hairy and with a deep cleft.  He took some of the cream and pressed it to Tom’s butthole.  Tom’s breath caught in his throat, he shuddered.  It was too much for him – like being tickled times 1,000; so intense you couldn’t even fight it, you just had to give in.

“Don’t cum yet, we ain’t even started,” Billy joked as he slipped a finger into Tom’s asshole. Tom’s cock responded to what he was feeling in his ass, jerking a little whenever he would squinch up his hole, dripping precome onto the patchy linoleum.

Billy pressed the tip of his slicked-up dick to Tom’s hole.  He could tell as soon as he’d rubbed the cream on that Tom was ready, but he took it slow just the same, sliding in firmly.  Tom’s ass gobbled up his dick like a hungry mouth.  It had never been this smooth with Chad, Billy thought.  Usually, Billy would have to eat Chad’s butt for a while and get a finger or two in there before his cock could come near.

But Billy was balls deep before it even seemed to register in Tom’s brain that he had a cock up his ass.  Then Tom clenched down, moaning, and Billy felt that great sensation of his cock being squeezed in a silky vice, like a velvet glove cast in iron.

“I’m gonna start fuckin you.  Okay?”

“Okay, yeah.”

“You’re okay?”

“I’m really…I’m okay.”  Tom was having a hard time catching his breath.  Billy pulled out slowly, then thrust back in.  This is it, Tom thought.  I’m getting fucked up the ass.  And holy Jesus does it ever feel good.  Now the real purpose of bracing himself against the wall came clear – far from just being a pose, it gave him leverage to meet Billy’s thrusts.  Billy held on to his hips, rocking his cock into him, and Tom felt that sexiness, that sense of power over Billy, coming to him again.  He arched his back, looking back at Billy fucking him, biting his lip and moaning.

“You like my ass?” he said.

“Y-yeah.”

“Fuck me, man.”  He could make Billy come like this, he knew, make him come as soon as he wanted; even make him fuck as long as he wanted too, he bet.  He clamped his ass muscles tight, and heard Billy’s breath catch.  “C’mon Billy, fuck my ass.”

“I’m gonna lose it,” Billy squeaked.

“Cum in me, buddy, c’mon.”  Billy held on for dear life to Tom’s big bucking ass, readjusting his legs so he didn’t topple over.  Tom worked his ass back and forth on Billy’s dick, working the come right out of him.  Billy’s breath got faster and faster.  There it was.  No turning back now.

“Um, I’m…gonna…uh!  Ah!”  Billy stood stock still as Tom impaled himself on his dick.  His cock pulsed and squired out the first phase of his ball juice.

“That’s it buddy, cream my ass,” Tom said, his voice cool.  Billy’s body jerked and swayed with the rhythm of Tom’s ass work, the come draining out of his balls like life force.  He collapsed on to Tom’s broad back.

“Okay.  Ah!”  Tom clenched up as he came off of Billy’s dick.  He turned around, grabbed Billy by the shoulders, and pushed him to his knees.  Billy saw the hard, dripping cock in front of his face, and seemed to come to his senses.

He swallowed Tom’s dick down to the root.  Tom cradled Billy’s head in the crook of his arm, leaning forward as Billy slurped his dick.  He took Billy’s hand and brought it to his ass, and Billy slid his middle finger right up Tom’s butt, still swallowing his cock, his mouth wet and sloppy.

“Oh boy, you ready for my load?”  Billy nodded.  Tom ran his hands up his hairy chest, pinching his fat nipples.  Billy was on his knees, that was the sight.  This guy wanted to swallow his load, how beautiful was that?  Billy’s finger slid further up his butt and he let loose.  “Ahhh!  Holy fuck!” he cried out as his thick shots of load filled up Billy’s throat.  He could hear Billy gulping as he drank down his cream, sucking it all down like a born cocksucker.  Tom’s knees went all gooey.  Billy stood up, wiping his mouth, a big smile on his face.

Their shift was over.  The truck hadn’t come.  They walked across the parking lot to Tom’s pickup.

Tom kept putting his arm around Billy.  There was something about the smell of him, the cologne that he used, that made Tom want to get close.  They made their way to the bar, their customary after-work ritual, but Tom found himself reluctant to go inside.  All of their bar friends would be there, and the prospect of this made him want to turn around and go home.

Strange.

I did one more round in my little one-bedroom apartment, sweeping up cat hair, wiping down the counters, putting away some food.  My building had been turned over to a new management company, and the new landlord wanted to get a look at my place.  He was scheduled to arrive in ten minutes.

I didn’t know why I was making such an attempt to clean up.  I guess it’s just in my nature to want to create a good impression.

Nevertheless, I completely forgot to hide the gay porno magazine sitting on the back of my toilet.  Maybe I did it on purpose, subconsciously.  At any rate, when my new landlord (named Nick) walked into my apartment five minutes late, he could have been stepping out of the pages of that fucking magazine.

He was hot, but in a really blue-collar sort of way–tall, with black hair that stood up from his head.  He wore dirty jeans and a t-shirt which hung perfectly on his muscular frame.  He smiled at me when I opened the door, looking me over, his stubbly face conforming around his teeth.

He looked in my bedroom, my living room, my kitchen.

“These’re nice apartments,” he said.

“Yeah, I love this place.”

“So what’re the other tenants like?”  I told him the guy on the first floor was crazy, and he said he’d heard about that.  “I was told that you pretty much kept to yourself,” he said, and there was something insinuating in the way he asked it.  I told him I did.

Nick pushed past me and went into the bathroom. I stood in the doorway, watching him as he leaned in to look at the shower, and then I saw it. That porno magazine, laying right on top of my stack.  Oh well, I figured, what have I got to hide?

Nick leaned back out of the shower and scanned the room.  When he saw the magazine, he stopped, and my heart skipped a beat.  He turned to me, and a grin spread across his face.

“You a fudgepacker?” he said.

I told him to get the fuck out of my apartment.

“Whoa whoa there,” he said, holding up his hands and following me into the hallway.  “No big deal.”

“You insulted me,” I told him.  He laughed.

“Look—it’s cool.  I’ve known some faggots in my day, and—”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” I said.  He held up his hands again.

“Sorry, I’m really sorry about that.  Maybe we can just do this over again.  You were talking about your mouth?”

“Huh?” I said, genuinely perplexed.

“Your mouth,” he said, and wrapped his hand around the big bulge in his jeans.  “It’d look nice around this fat Italian piece I’m packin.”

There comes a moment in some people’s lives where they have to weigh their own morals and ideals against what their heart is telling them to do. My brain was willing me to make good on my earlier order to kick the cocky, insulting motherfucker to the curb, while my dick was commanding me to drop to my knees, make like a horn, and blow.

But I didn’t do either.  I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms in front of me.

“How fat?” I asked him.

“Fat enough,” he said, still grinning, still working his package.

“Let me see,” I said.

“Why don’t you take it out yoursel—”

“Fuck that.  Take it out.  Let me see it.”  Nick looked at me a second longer, then let out a huff.  He unzipped his jeans, reached in, and heaved out what had to be the biggest, fattest flaccid dick I’d ever seen.  It must have registered on my face, because when I finally looked up Nick had the most shit-eating grin, like he’d been right all along.

“Big enough for you?” he said.

“It’s nice,” I conceded.  “You want me to suck it?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“You want a guy to suck your dick.  What are you, some kind of faggot?”  Nick looked caught in the headlights for a minute, but before he could react I reached over and took his big dick in my hand.  I let it slide roughly along my palm, felt it start to fill and fatten.

“Oh yeah,” Nick said next to my ear.  “That’s fucking sweet.  You are gonna suck it for me, aren’t you?”  I figured I’d said enough, and it was time to let him have his fun.  I got down on my knees and took the head of that gorgeous dick between my lips.  Nick moaned, and his dick went fully hard in almost no time at all.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said in a husky voice.  “Suck that dick.  Work it for me.  I need to get a nut like you wouldn’t believe.”  I slid my lips down the perfectly proportioned shaft of his dick, smooth and thick as a glass bottle.  I worked the salty head with my tongue, smearing drops of pre-cum that were thick and tasty.  Nick fell back against the wall, and I scooted forward to take him.

His cock was more than an Italian sausage—it was a meal all to itself, one that I would have happily feasted on for hours.  As it was, I kept a steady rhythm, smoking his bone the best way I knew how.  I took him far down my throat, wanting to stuff as much as I could of him inside me.  Nick reacted to everything.  I took out his cock and slapped the immensity of it against my face.

“Yeah, you love that dick,” he said, taking it into his hand and whacking me with it a few more times.  “Aw, swallow it again for me…yeah…fucking sweet.”  He heaved out his nuts.

“Work on that sack for me.  Yeah, lick my nuts,” he said as I took his sweaty balls into my mouth.  I was so turned on I had to take my own rock-hard dick out of my shorts and fist it while my lips and tongue wrapped around his gamey bull-balls.  I lapped up his sack, chowing down on his orbs.

I reached up and buckled his belt, letting his pants fall down to his ankles.  I looked up at him as I swallowed his dick down the root, running my lips and tongue back up that fat shaft, caressing every inch of him.  He was in total ecstasy, running his hand up his shirt, revealing a thick midsection and a broad hairy chest, and tweaking his fat nipples.

I bobbed on his dick a few more times, then went back down for his nuts, lapping them up in my mouth and inching my tongue to the space underneath.  Nick stopped me and slid off his pants.  I caressed the length of his hairy, thick thighs, before going back to that hairy netherworld where his cock turned into his ass.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Nick said.  My tongue inched ever closer to his hole.  When I poked the edge of his slick, sensitive pucker with my tongue, Nick jerked like he’d been sent an electric shock.  “Holy fuck!” he said.  I got underneath him, and went right in for his butthole, jamming my tongue right into his tightly clenched pucker.  He was trying to catch his breath.

“No-nobody’s ever done that to me before,” he said.

“You serious?” I said, standing up and moving in behind him.  “Best feeling in the world.  Relax.  Lean forward.”  Nick braced himself against the opposite wall, presenting his butt to me.  It was a gorgeous ass—firm and round, dusted with hair.  I pulled his cheeks apart and examined his pinkbutthole.  I couldn’t believe that I would be the first one to explore this virgin territory on this hot guy, who was obviously no stranger to having other dudes suck him off.  I decided to make the most of it.

I ran my tongue down the deep length of his crack, brushing my tongue across his hole.  Nick shuddered.  Then I buried my face into his crack, enthusiastically eating out his ass.  Nick bucked, he groaned.  He loved every minute of it.  Gradually, his asshole started to relax, and I was able to get more and more of my tongue inside of him.  I felt his butt while I was doing it, working and massaging his ass cheeks as I ate out his most sensitive of areas.  I looked up—Nick’s arm was braced on the wall and his head was crushed against it.  His other arm was underneath him, working that enormous dong while I feasted on his ass.

“Oh, God,” Nick kept saying.  I slapped his ass, hard, my tongue still mashing into his hole.  “Oh, fuck yeah!” he yelled.

I stood up, and without really thinking, started sliding my hard dick against his sloppy wet hole.  I grabbed a hold of his ass.  Nick stiffened when he realized what I was doing, but I didn’t stop.  I kept it up against his hole, sliding my rock hard shaft along the entrance to his ass, just so he could feel it. I loved the way it looked, riding in between those sweet plump ass cheeks, loved the way his small back arched up to his broad back.  After a while he relaxed.  I couldn’t believe how hot his butthole felt, how much I wanted to get inside.  Any sense of a power struggle had faded from the front of my mind.  Now we were just two guys, having some fucking hot sex.

I was really grinding into him now, my cock ready to burst the seams of Nick’s virgin butt.  Nick moved his ass forward so the tip of my dick came to rest against his hole, then he pushed back.  The head of my dick went sliding right into him, like butter.  I quickly pulled out.  He was so ready, his ass so relaxed, that it didn’t seem to have fazed him in the slightest.

I put my hand on his crack, gently pressing my finger against his hot, quivering sinkhole.

“Wait right there,” I said, and I ran to my bedroom to get a rubber.  I slathered some lube on my dick, then repositioned myself behind Nick.  He hadn’t missed a beat, still waving his ass in the air while he kept a steady rhythm on his meat.  I got down and got another good taste of his butt, before standing up and pushing my slicked-down rubbered dick right in the heart of his hole.

I let Nick do the work, and there was no denying that he wanted it just as much as, if not more than, I did.  His ass was ready; he pushed it right back onto my dick and swallowed up the head of it again.  I gasped as I felt my cock being plunged into the tight, hot depths of his asshole.  Slowly he pushed back more and more, making nary a sound as his ass devoured my dick, inch by heavenly inch.

Watching my dick disappear inside Nick’s manly ass, I had a weird, surreal moment.  Here was a guy who’d come off as so weirdly homophobic just a minute a go, who if you saw him on the street you’d never assume him to be anything less than straight.  Yet his ass was pressing down on my dick, filling him up.  Maybe it was all part of his game.  Who cared?

My dick bottomed out in Nick’s butt, my pubes pressing into the top of his ass.

“Aww yeah,” Nick said.  I pulled back slightly.  Nick pushed back into me.  “Fuck my fuckin ass,” he said, but he was fucking himself, riding back and forth on my pole, impaling himself and then sliding back off.  His tight, virgin ass gripped my pole so tight, hot and insistent.  I grabbed his ass cheeks and working with his rhythms, pulling him down on to me then sliding him off.

“You like my dick in your ass?” I ventured.  Up until now, our dirty talk had been a pretty much one-sided conversation, and I didn’t want to spoil the mood.

“Fuck yeah,” Nick said.  “You like my tight little ass around your cock?  You like fuckin my hot little Italian butt?”

“Goddamn right I do,” I said.  “Gimme that hot fuckin ass.”  I held his hips tight and pounded into him, my cock slamming into his insides like a greased piston.  Nick let out a succession of wordless grunts.

I laid my body against his back and he tumbled forward, bracing himself on the floor.  I carefully sat down, guiding his ass into a sitting position on my lap.  He held a hand against the wall and rode my dick.  I grabbed his hips and helped him along, thrusting up into him.  His arm worked a fist over his spit and sweat slicked cock.

“Yeah, you got a hungry little ass, dontcha?” I said.

“Aww yeah, my fuckin butt around your cock, slammin your cock into my fuckin ass.  Gonna make me bust a nut.  FUCK!”  A stream of jizz flew up over his shoulder.  It landed somewhere beside me in the hallway.  His ass clenched around my dick as he shot more and more cum, spraying it everywhere.

I raised him off my dick and pushed him back.  He laid down on his back, panting, his hairy chest covered—I mean covered—in his jizz.  I ripped the condom off my own dick, and kneeled over him, pounding it in my sweaty palm.

“Yeah, fuckin shoot it on me, cum all over my lips,” Nick said.  I crouched over his face just as I started to lose control.  Then I unloaded, my come came streaming out of my dick like I was pissing semen, spraying thick ropes of cum all over his hair, finally resting pools on his lips, even landing some into his open mouth.  He tasted it on his tongue, rolling it around before swallowing it down.

I was totally spent.  I laid down on him, relishing the feel of his massive muscular frame, so hot and heaving under mine.

Nick rolled me off him and stood up.

“That was nice, eh?” I said, standing up beside him.

“Fuck yeah, it was!” Nick said, beaming as he went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel.  “I never had a faggot fuck me up the butt before. What a fuckin sensation!” he said, toweling himself clean.

I was aghast, to say the least.  But all I could think was life is strange, life is strange.  It really makes no sense, sometimes.

I was basically fucked.  My landlord had kicked me out for having a party, a month before I was to move into my new apartment.  I wouldn’t have had a place to stay for all of August, but a friend offered to put me up after his current roommate moved out.

That left me homeless for the first week of August.  In desperation I called my parents up to see if I could stay with them.  As it turned out, they were going to the beach on vacation for the week, and didn’t mind at all if I stayed at the house.

As I left the city with most of my belongings piled in the back of my car, I started to relish the idea of spending the week in the country, alone in my parent’s house.  I had a big bag of some good weed, and some good books to pass the time.  I’d figured I’d be shit out of luck as far as getting some dick was concerned; little did I know…

I got to my house pretty late, my mom had left a key in the mailbox.  She’d made me some food that I ate eagerly, as I hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks. They had made up a bed for me and left a note telling me to feed the cats and have a good time.  I took a shower and passed out.

The next day I decided to walk to one of my old spots from high school and smoke one of the fat joints I had rolled.  The spot is a large, shelf-like rock that sits right over the edge of a cliff.  The cliff overlooks a valley with railroad tracks, and the view of the green, rolling hills beyond is beautiful.  As I lit up the joint a train came in, its mournful siren floating through the woods.  I puffed and watched it roll slowly down the tracks.  Then, somewhat suddenly, it screeched to a halt, and stayed stopped.  I decided to walk down into the valley and see if I could see what was going on.

I walked along the brown, rusted cars until I heard some men on the other side.  I peered in between two cars and glimpsed a man throwing some rocks into one of the empty freight cars.  He was talking and laughing to his friend.  He noticed me watching him and I waved to him.

“How ya doin’?” he asked.

“Just fine.  How are you?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he said, and smiled.  I now had a chance to appreciate what a good-looking guy he was.  He was a bigger dude, with short blond hair and a blond goatee.  His body was thick and cut under his t-shirt, and his smile was friendly and manly.  I climbed between the railroad cars to meet him.

“Hi, I’m Nick.”

“Charlie,” he said.  ”Nice to meet ‘ya.”  He held out his thick hand and gave me a firm handshake.  ”This here’s Ernest,” he said, pointing to his cohort, a skinny man in thick dark glasses.

“Howdy,” Ernest said, and I returned the greeting.  I turned back to Charlie.

“So why is the train stopped?”

“These trains are so old and out of date, they break down all the time.  Usually in the middle of nowhere, like this.  We’re waiting for a crew to come out and fix it, and hopefully take us home.  For the time being, though, we just have to wait.”

“Oh, that sucks.  So you guys are just basically stuck out here, for the time being?”

“Looks that way,” Ernest said.

“Hey, you got a cigarette?”  Charlie asked me.

“No tobacco cigarettes.”  I slyly said. Charlie took the hint.

“You wanna go for a walk?” he asked me.

“Sure,” I said.

Charlie called out to Ernest, who was looking at the engine:

“Hey buddy, I’m gonna go take a walk for a second, okay?”  Ernest hollered an affirmation.

“Do you live far from here?” Charlie asked as we walked up the road and out of the valley.

“No, not at all,” I said.

“Well, maybe we ought to go back to your place to smoke that thing, whaddya say?”

“Sounds great.”  We walked back to my house and made idle conversation.  I started liking him more.  He was exactly the kind of guy I was attracted to–confident and manly; laid back, but no slouch.  He was working on the railroad because he made good money at it, and he enjoyed driving the trains, through the deep back woods of towns like mine.  I couldn’t help getting infatuated with his smile, which he displayed easily and often.  His face was handsome, and sincere.  I got the sense that he knew I was interested in him, and didn’t really mind it at all.

We got back to my house.  I offered him a glass of iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen table.  I took out the joint and lit it up, Charlie smiled in anticipation.  As it passed between us I noticed him looking at me curiously, smiling.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” I said, being a little coy.

“I got a feeling about you,” he said, sucking smoke in.

“Oh yeah?” I said, “What’s that?”

“I think you kind of like me,” he said with a grin.

“Is that so…” I said, starting to get excited by the situation.  I played it cool.

“So…do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.  Charlie laughed and took the joint from my hand.

“Yeah, I have a girlfriend back at home.  Beautiful girl, but such a bitch.  She hasn’t put out for me in over a month.”

“Oh, man, you must be really horny,” I said.

“You know it, man,” he said, and smiled at me.

“What is it?” I asked again, still playing coy.

“Why don’t you come over here?” Charlie asked.

I thought he’d never ask.  My heart pumping with sexual excitement, I got up from my chair and walked in front of him.  He spread his legs a little and I stood inside them, looking down at his crotch.  Already I could see his tube fattening underneath his blue jeans.  He watched as I pressed my palm into his crotch, feeling the thickness of his cock.

“Yeah, man, that’s it,” he said.  He unbuttoned his jeans and took his fat cock out.  It was huge, long, thick and beautiful.  Without hesitation I knelt down and slid it into my mouth, tasting its warm slickness.  In an instant Charlie was rock hard and gasping as I slid his hot hog down my throat.  I guess he was too close, because he suddenly took my head in his hand and slid me off his prick.  I grabbed on the base of his cock and stared at it.  The head glistened like a pink pearl.

Charlie looked at me with lust in his eyes.  ”I wanna see you,” he said.  I stood up and he slid my shorts down.  My thick, young cock bounced out.  Charlie seemed to be enthralled.  He grasped the base of my dick in his hand and stared at it, pulling me closer to his face.  He engulfed it into his warm mouth, wrapping his wet lips around his teeth and slathering the underside with his thick tongue.  I didn’t know if he had ever done this before, and I didn’t care.  This was real sex, primal and instinctual.

I couldn’t have held on if I’d tried.  I unloaded into his mouth, shooting thick jets of cum down his throat.  Charlie licked and gulped as I spasmed, drinking down the first few jets of my hot load.  When I finished he pulled off my cock and looked up to me.  He stood up and we started kissing, wrestling each other’s hot tongues in our mouths, tasting my cum.  This was unbelievable, and my cock began rising up again.

I reached down and felt up his pulsing hog.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said, and as soon as the words left his mouth I realized I wanted it too.  I tightly grasped the head of his cock and he moaned, leaning in towards me and again sucking my lips into his.  As we made out I started bringing my legs up against his thick, meaty thighs.  He got the message and pulled me onto him, resting the blunt tip of his hot cock on my warm anus.  I pulsed it a few times, kissing his dick with my rosebud.  He was going crazy.  We pulled his shirt off and I felt up his thickly muscled chest, sucked his chubby nipples.  Precum was leaking out of his cock like a geyser, slickening my asshole.  I was ready.  I rested my ass onto his dick and felt it stretching me.

Charlie held his breath in anticipation, holding my thighs tight.  The head popped in, and I gasped in pain and excitement.  Charlie was nearly crying, and I felt the point of no return pass as more and more of his fat cock slid into my hot chute.  Soon I felt no pain.

“God, fuck me,” I said, and Charlie groaned his approval.  He slowly slid out of me, then pierced back in.  It felt incredible.

He laid me down on the table and rested his sweaty, manly body onto mine.  My cock was hard as a rock, rubbing against his chest and stomach.  He held up my ankles and we got into a tight rhythm, grunting and thrusting like an animals.  I felt my cock begin to explode.

“I’m cumming,” I managed to say, and when I said this Charlie began to loose it as well.  He looked into my eyes with a look of intense pain and pleasure, and his thick prick began pulsing into my ass.  My cock pulsed and shot on its own, drenching us with cum.  Charlie held on to me tightly, his cock buried in my ass, as deep as it could go, panting and gasping as he came.

As our orgasms subsided, Charlie lifted off of me a little and again began kissing me, this time less urgently, lovingly.  Our fuck had lasted less than ten minutes, but what an intense ten minutes it had been.  As we cleaned up we couldn’t help smiling at each other with the glow of our sexual release.  Charlie grabbed my ass and pulled me into him, running his thick hand up my chest.

“Man, I could go for another piece of you again right now.”  He wasn’t lying.  I could feel his package swelling against my ass.  But I pulled away.

“You need to get back to your train.”

“Yep, suppose I do,” he said with reluctance.

“Let me give you my phone number,” I said.  I wrote it down and handed it to him.  ”I’ll only be here for the rest of the week,” I said.

“Then I’ll call you tonight, after work,” Charlie said in his deep voice, and took my number.  I saw him to the door.

“See you tonight,” he said, and I watched his thick ass as he left, already dreaming up our next encounter and wondering what the hell I’d done to have such good luck.