DISCLAIMER: Nothing to disclaim. Everything is true, not even the names have been changed. Some of you guys might even remember when your wives (ex-wives) had a....
BUN IN THE OVEN by RimPig 2003
In my early 20's I lived for a couple of years back in my home town of Cincinnati. I hated it but situations happened that made going home my most viable option. I lived in a suburb called Norwood. Now, the thing about Norwood is that the town existed because of heavy industry. Seems the City of Cincinnati passed an ordinance years ago that no heavy industry could be located within the city limits. Norwood had within its city limits a Chevrolet plant, the US Playing Card Company and Allis-Chalmbers which manufactured some type of heavy equipment but I don't know what.
Because of all the well paid manufacturing jobs, Norwood became the weekday home to hundreds of men from the hills of Kentucky, Tennessee and West Virginia. There was a joke prevalent at that time that the Governor of Kentucky resigned when the Chevrolet plant in Norwood was hiring. At any rate the town was filled with guys who worked in the factories and carried the money home to their families still living in "them thar hills" where there were no jobs except in coal mines.
Most of these men, because of the hard lives that they lived were in their 30's, 40's or 50's but looked more like they were in their 50's, 60's and 70's! Every once in a while, some very young ones would come north for jobs. And some of them were really FINE specimens of maleness! I had learned a long time before that hillbilly boys were just as eager to get their cocks sucked as any guy - as long as no one knew about it. This, I should point out was LONG before the age of AIDS, so don't expect any so-called 'safe sex'. This is sex raw, the way it used to be.
I lived in an old house that had been broken up into two and three room apartments. I had what you might call the "Penthouse" because I not only had three rooms but a screened in and roofed over balcony room which was a great place to relax, especially in summer. I was on the top (third) floor. One day, I noticed that the first floor apartment had been rented (it had been empty for a while) and into it moved a young couple. The male was no more than twenty-two or twenty-three and absolutely beautiful! I don't know how I knew, but I just knew he was from the hills and, when I met him the first time, the mountain accent told me - West Virginia.
His name was Tommy. Tall, about six foot - one and about 180 pounds. Lean and blond haired with deep blue eyes and a ready, bright-as-a-penny smile. He reached out his hand to me and I noticed how big it was. God! I hoped that meant what I thought it meant. However, there was Jill. Jill was a cute little blond, about 5 foot tall and cute as a button. They were newly married and very much in love. I doubted that Tommy would be up for any playing around at least for a few years.
I just figured "Oh, well!" and went about my way. However, I hadn't counted on Tommy's need for something else - a friend. All the guys he worked with were a lot older and he didn't have anybody he could really talk to. Since I was only a couple of years older than he was, he decided - for whatever reason - that I would be his new friend. The first night I discovered this was about three weeks after Tommy and Jill moved in when I came home from work and within half an hour there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood Tommy with two six-packs of beer and a smile on his face.
"Hey, lil buddy! How ya doin'?" he grinned at me and I gained a new 'nickname'.
"Just fine, Tommy and how are you?" I asked.
"Thirsty! Jill's out shopping with a couple of her girlfriends and I was sittin' there all alone. Now, you know it ain't good for a man to drink alone!" he continued to grin at me.
"Well, we can't have that, can we! Come on in. I was just about to sit out on the balcony." I said.
I had two nice wicker chairs with soft cushions on them. I took one and Tommy took the other. He popped a couple of bottles and handed me one. He went to light a cigarette and I did, too. But when I reached for my lighter, he was there, with his lighting my cigarette. I was quite shocked at this very mannerly thing. I wasn't used to it from guys like Tommy. But he just smiled shyly at me. Well, a hillbilly with manners, what a nice surprise.
We drank and drank, talking about everything in the world. I learned a lot about his life. His family was dirt poor, his father having been killed in the coal mines when he was very young. His family lived on welfare and he had a tough time making it through high school. He and Jill had married about three months ago over the objection of her family because they saw Tommy as just a hick-loser. I had spent all of about two hours with him and knew already how wrong they were. This was a young man with great heart and an ambition to do the best that he could do.
I have to admit, I was incredibly envious of Jill. I would have given anything to have a man like Tommy in love with me. Then the discussion turned to me. This was not very comfortable for me. As nice a guy as Tommy was, I doubted he could deal with the fact that I was gay. I told him about growing up and about going to military school in Kentucky. He seemed really interested in that but I had to heavily censor what I told him because it was there that I 'came out' and I don't think he wanted to hear how many guys I had introduced to blow-jobs. Or that I had my first lover there at 15.
Finally he looked at me and he asked the question that I dreaded the most.
"You don't like girls, do you." he asked, but not as a put down. He really sounded interested.
"I think women are wonderful. I have a lot of them as friends." I said, trying to cover up the truth.
But Tommy wasn't having any of it.
"No, I don't mean that way. I mean, you aren't turned on by them, are you?" he asked.
"Why would you think that?" I asked, stalling.
"Well, I seen the guys that you come home with a lot of nights. Some really good-looking guys. And then I'd see 'em leave in the morning. I don't think they were sleepin' over to play cards." he grinned.
Oh, shit! What the fuck could I say.
"I can see why they go home with you. You're a pretty good-lookin little guy yourself, lil buddy." he grinned.
"You mean you're not freaked out that I'm gay?!" I asked, completely dumbfounded.
"Nah! My best friend Willis was gay. Nobody knew it, but I did. He broke down and told me one night when we was drunk. He was still my best friend. I wasn't gonna drop him just because he liked swingin' on a guy's dick." Tommy said.
"You've got to forgive me! I'm totally blown away by this! This is not the usual reaction I get from straight guys when they find out that I'm gay." I said.
"You know, you remind me of Willis in some ways. He was short like you. How tall are you anyway?" he asked.
"I'm 5'7". I weigh about 130 pounds." I said.
"Yeah, and you've got that golden brown hair like Willis only your eyes are green. His were brown. And he was a real nice guy and easy to talk to, just like you." he said.
"Thank you." I said quietly, knowing that I was blushing and glad it was dark on the balcony so that I didn't think he could see it.
That was the start. At least three or four times a week, Tommy and I would spend time on my balcony, knocking back a few brews and talking. He was fascinated with my life as a gay man. It was so different from his own. He couldn't believe - like most straight men - how easily sex was available to me. He was envious of it - again, like most straight guys. But what really seemed to interest him was what I saw in other guys. Not being gay, he just couldn't understand it. He accepted it, but he couldn't understand it.
I tried to explain it to him, but it wasn't easy. Especially the part about me loving the natural scent of a man's body. Like most guys, he'd been taught that his body's scent was 'offensive'. I explained to him about pheromones and how the body created them to attract a sexual partner. He was fascinated by this and I noticed that, all of a sudden, where he usually came to my apartment freshly showered, he often showed up now straight from work, smelling like a sweaty, musky man! I didn't say anything but I certainly enjoyed being able to smell his scent as we sat there drinking our beers and just enjoying each other's company.
One of the things he seemed most interested in was 'butt-fuckin' as he called it. He explained that he had tried with Jill once but it hurt her too bad and she'd never try it again. He couldn't understand how I loved being fucked by a man. I explained to him that there was pain in the beginning if you didn't know how to control the muscles in your ass so that they would relax. I also explained how, early on, you needed someone who knew how to relax the muscles before he fucked you - that if all the guy did was try to shove it in with no preparation - it was terribly painful! I think that's what had happened between him and Jill because he hung on my every word as I described what it took to relax somebody. We had many conversations, me explaining a lot about sex to him - not just gay sex either! A lot of time, we would talk about ways he could be a better lover to Jill. I began to really look forward to those nights and spending time with him.
It was on one of these nights when Tommy showed up at my door with his usual two six-packs and cigars!
"What are these for? I've never smoked one of these things in my life." I said.
"Well, we're gonna smoke 'em! It's traditional!" he said.
"What tradition? The only tradition about cigars that I know is when you've had a baby." I said and then it hit me! "Jill's pregnant!" I exclaimed.
He grinned from ear to ear!
"Yep! Two months!" he exclaimed.
"Well, congratulations! You're dick works!" I laughed.
"It sure does! She only went off the pill and - BAM!- she's pregnant!" he laughed and slapped me on the back, then he pulled me to him in a one-arm embrace.
I was a little shocked at first. There had been no physical contact between us really and I was thrilled at his touch. I didn't put my arm around him, but I dearly wanted to. I just wasn't ready to make any kind of response. However, him pulling me close had given me time to take a really deep whiff of his scent - really 'up-close and personal' for once.
I pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels that I'd been saving and we both got seriously fucked-up that night. I don't think Jill was too happy about it but Tommy and I had a great time. We talked late into the night about what this baby meant to him. This child was never going to wonder whether he or she was wanted! Tommy wanted this baby and, according to him, many more. He did admit that he wanted this first one to be a boy. He wanted a son. A boy he could raise and love. It was an understandable desire.
Not knowing anything of heterosexuality, really, I had no idea what lay ahead. Over the next couple of months however, I noticed that Tommy started spending more and more time with me and less with Jill. There was a tension in him that I'd never noticed before. I also passed their apartment a few times and heard Jill screaming like a banshee at Tommy which was why, I guessed, that he was coming to spend time with me so much.
Finally, one night, I got Tommy to open up to me about what was goin' on.
"The doctor warned me that she'd go through some 'changes'. The hormones do it, he said. But he didn't say that she'd turn into the wicked witch! Damn! She's screamin' at me day and night! She cries for no reason and she blames me for everything! I don't know how I can take much more of this. I mean, I could take it but bein' cut off just ain't easy to put up with along with everything else!" he exclaimed.
"What do you mean? 'Cut off'?" I asked.
"Cut off, lil buddy! She won't have sex with me at all! She won't even gimme a hand job!" he said, anguish showing in his voice.
"Why?" I said, shocked at this.
I'd already known that Jill and Tommy had a very active sex life. Well, at least they had. Tommy had informed me of the fact that they made love almost every night. To hear that they had stopped completely shocked me.
"She says it's 'cause of the baby. That fuckin' can hurt it. She also says that she's been so sick that she ain't in the mood." he said as he took another long pull at his bottle of beer.
"God, I'm really sorry. I had no idea!" I said and truly meant it.
"Yeah...well...there's nothin' I can do. I guess I'll just have to put up with it the way I been." he said and made a gesture with his hand that any man or boy would recognize as jacking off.
I giggled. I couldn't help it. He looked at me and I thought I might have insulted him but instead he broke out laughing as well.
"Well, damn, lil buddy! What's a guy supposed to do?!" he laughed.
"Well, I was envying you your sex life with Jill. I guess I do have it better. At least no guy is gonna get pregnant or get me pregnant either. I mean, I've already had more cum down my throat and up my ass that, if I was going to get pregnant, it would have happened a long time ago!" I laughed.
He looked at me funny when I said this, but I just figured I'd shocked his 'straight sensibilities' and didn't think anything more of it. At least not until the following night. Because it was summer, all the widows in my apartment were open and I could hear the fight when it erupted onto the front porch and down onto the street. Jill was screaming at Tommy something fierce. Jill got into their old car and drove off. I saw Tommy stand there looking off after her. I pulled myself back from the window because I didn't want him to think I was spying on him or something.
I waited in my apartment. I figured he'd be knocking at my door soon and I was right. There he stood, still in his work clothes, fragrant with his scent of sweaty male and clutching two six-packs but not with his usual smile. I took the beer from him and took him out to the balcony. I had a cooler all set up with ice that I put the beer in and went and got the bottle of Jack Daniels. I figured he wanted to get seriously fucked up and I would be a friend and help him.
He did have a couple of shots of the whiskey and seemed to relax some as we sat there in silence. I knew that when he was ready, he'd talk. I saw how upset he was and wanted to reach out to him but I knew him well enough to know that I would have to wait until he was ready for that. He had a beer and finally seemed to relax back into the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle. Then I heard him sigh deeply.
"Jill's gone off to one of her girlfriend's house. I swear I didn't do nothin'! I didn't fight back, I didn't ask her to go. I begged her to stay but she said she wanted to get away for a while. I wish we'd never decided to have this baby! I can't take all this fuckin' fightin' and her moods!" he said.
"Especially when she's cold to you?" I asked.
He looked at me, his face full of pain.
"Yeah. That's the worst part of it. It's like she don't love me no more. She acts so cold to me. Just lies there in the bed as far away from me as she can get. It ain't the same as it was." he said sadly.
"Well...look, once she delivers the baby, she'll stop being this way. It's just something that you're gonna have to put up with." I said.
"Yeah. I believe that. But I don't think I can go another six months without sex!" he said.
"I thought she was about five months along? That's not six months." I said.
"No, you don't understand. The doctor said that she'd probably not be able to have sex for a couple of months after the delivery! That's six months from now." he said.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah, I see what you mean. God, Tommy I wish there was something I could do." I said, not realizing what I was saying.
I was just wanting to help him because he seemed so sad. I guess what I meant was to be there to talk with him when he needed it but he looked at me with the strangest look I'd ever seen from him. He looked like he was trying to make up his mind about something.
"Do you mean that, lil buddy?" he asked, his voice very quiet.
Suddenly, I could see lust written all over his face. Oh, shit! Was that what he was thinking about?
"I don't say anything I don't mean." I said softly.
"When I was young, I was really stupid. Willis offered half a dozen times to take care of me when I was really horny. I didn't take him up on it. I was afraid. I was taught that it was wrong. But, fuck, the way I was raised, everything was wrong! I also knew that Willis was probably in love with me. That's the main reason I didn't do it. I didn't want him thinkin' that I could be like him. I didn't want to just use him like that knowin' that I couldn't give him anything in return." Tommy said.
"It isn't like that." I said slowly.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Giving someone you care about pleasure is pleasure in itself. I've done a lot of guys who didn't do anything to me but I still enjoyed it. I got them off and truly enjoyed doing it. I love making love to a man's body and I love how much they appreciate what I can do." I said.
"So what you're sayin' is that I could have let Willis take care of me without me havin' to do nothin'?" he asked.
"Well...I can't say for sure what Willis wanted or was feeling, but I'll bet he would have been glad to finally be able to give you pleasure." I said.
"Damn! I was dumber than I thought!" he said disgustedly.
"No. You were simply looking at things the way you felt. You couldn't begin to understand what Willis was feeling or thinking. Did you ever say anything about it? Ever talk to him about it?" I asked.
"Fuck, no! I didn't want to bring it up for fear that he'd think that I was...well...I....ahh..." he sputtered to a stop.
"For fear he'd thought you were turning 'queer'?" I finished for him.
He looked at me with a helpless look on his face.
"Yeah." he said so softly that I almost couldn't hear him.
"Tommy, it's okay. You didn't know. How could you?" I said.
He looked up at me, gratefully.
"Yeah. I didn't know. If I thought that it would be okay with him I would have let him do me." he said.
"We all have things that we regret in our lives, Tommy." I said.
"Yeah? What do you regret most?" he asked.
I was silent for a few moments. A pain shot through me, a very painful memory, but as real as any physical pain.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." Tommy said, apologetically.
"No. It's all right. It just still hurts - even after all these years. I found a boy who really loved me and I loved him. It was when I was in Military School. I've never told you all about what happened there. Some of it was good but what happened with me and Charlie, that's my greatest regret. His father found out what was going on between him and me and took Charlie out of school. I never saw him again. That was nine years ago." I said softly.
Tommy stared at me for a moment.
"But how old were you then?" he asked.
"I was 15. Charlie was 17." I said.
"Shit. That's not fair. If ya loved each other, weren't nothin' wrong with that!" Tommy said. "Hell! I was 17 when I fell in love with Jill and she was 15, just like you. Her Daddy hated me somethin' fierce. Said I was no-count and welfare trash. I hate that old son-of-a-bitch!" he said.
"Well, you'd better get used to him! You're stuck with him until he kicks the bucket. Besides, I get the feeling that Jill's 'Daddy's Little Girl'." I said.
"You fuckin' got that right!" he roared with laughter. "Her Daddy can do no wrong!"
"Oh, that's not true! Her Daddy is VERY wrong about some things." I said emphatically.
"Like what?" he asked, looking at me funny.
Well he should wonder since I'd never laid eyes on the gentleman in question.
"He's dead wrong about you. You are one of the kindest, sweetest men I have ever known. There is nothing about you that isn't honorable. You are worth at least two of any other man I know. I would give anything to find a man like you that would care about me the way you do about Jill." I said quietly.
He just sat there, staring at me, his mouth hanging open in shock. I guess nobody had ever said anything like this to him in his whole life. Finally his mouth closed and his gaze softened. A small smile played around his lips as he continued to just sit in silence and look at me.
"I don't know what to say, lil buddy." he finally spoke, his voice husky with emotions. "Only guy I ever knew felt that way about me was Willis, and he never really said nothin'. I ain't all that wonderful, ya know."
"The fuck you're not!" I said firmly. "I heard that fight before with Jill. I couldn't help it, the windows were open and she was screaming her head off. I don't think she much cared who heard. But you didn't say a word. You just stood there and took it. And I'm willing to bet, you hadn't done anything to deserve that!"
"Well, it's not all Jill's fault. She's hurtin' and her hormones are all fucked up. The doctor says she'll be okay after the baby comes. What I done was I forgot to stop by and pick up the dry cleaning. I tried to explain to her I did but they'd closed by the time I got off work. She just wouldn't listen. Just about anything seems to set her off these days." he said sadly.
"You see what I mean! Most guys would be raving and calling her a 'bitch' and other not nice things. There you sit, defending her when she treats you worse than a dog. Okay." I said, holding up my hands when he tried to protest. "There's reasons for her behavior. But that still doesn't give her the right to treat you that way - especially to call you names at the top of her lungs where all the neighbors can hear her. Jill doesn't know how lucky she is. Whether you know it or not, mister, there aren't a lot of nice guys like you in the world!"
He looked at me and grinned. But this grin was different. If I didn't know better I'd swear it was a very loving grin. Like Tommy really loved me.
"You know, you're just like Willis. He'd rant a rave over how girls treated me and tell me that I was too good for 'em. That's how I knew he loved me." I said.
"And how did you tell him that you loved him?" I asked, my voice so low it was hard even for me to hear.
Tommy looked at me, confusion in his eyes.
"I guess I never did." he said, hanging his head.
"You did love him, too. Didn't you. Oh, I don't mean like a lover. But you loved him. As a friend, you loved him. Almost like a brother, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah. I did. I tried to show him how much I loved him by being his friend. You're right, there are a lot of guys who would have never had nothin' to do with him if they'd found out he was queer. I couldn't do that to him!" he said, his voice raw with emotion.
"I know, Tommy. I guess you know by now that I care a lot about you." I said.
"Yeah. I know that." he said, still not looking up at me.
"I somehow get the feeling that you care about me, too." I said.
"Of course I do. You've been great, listenin' to me goin' on all the time about the troubles I'm havin', answerin' my dumb questions, just bein' there for me. You mean the world to me. You're my best friend. You know how I always call you 'lil buddy'?" he asked.
"Yeah. I'm getting used to it." I grinned.
"That's the name I had for Willis. That very first day, when I met you, somethin' told me that you and I were gonna be close - like Willis and me was." he said and then looked up straight into my eyes. "Maybe closer."
That made me sit up and take notice! "Maybe closer"! What the fuck did that mean. The only thing that Tommy and Willis evidently didn't do was...Oh, fuck! Yeah! That's it! They didn't fuck! Oh, God! Did that mean Tommy wanted me to do him or...was it possible that with all his questions about 'butt-fuckin' that he wanted to fuck me?!
"Tommy, I'll be honest with you. I might as well because I guess you already know. I'm willing to be as close to you as you'll let me. No strings attached. I know you love Jill and nothing will ever come between you two and I respect that. But if there's anything you want from me, anything at all, you know I'll give it to you - gladly, willingly. All you have to do is ask." I said and then held my breath.
I didn't know exactly how he would react to this. It was about as blatant a proposition as I could make. He sat there for a long time, mulling things over in his mind. He poured another shot of Jack Daniels and knocked it back then he stood up. My heart leapt into the back of my throat, thinking I had gone too far and had scared him off - made him so uncomfortable that he was leaving. Instead, however, he stood there looking down at me still sitting in the chair.
"Come here." he said, softly and gently.
I got up out of the chair and walked over to him. I stood about two feet from him afraid to go any nearer since I didn't really know what was going on - what was going through his head.
"Closer." he whispered.
I moved to where we were toe to toe and I was looking up into his face. Even this close, I was not prepared for what happened next. I suddenly felt his arms go around me. One hand was on the small of my back, the other on the back of my head, his fingers curling in my long hair, so that I couldn't pull away - even if I wanted to, which I didn't. Slowly he brought his lips to mine in a soft gentle kiss. I thought he would pull away, but he didn't. The kiss deepened until it became full-out passion. His tongue and mine danced in each other's mouths and small moans escaped both of us. I suddenly noticed his erection pushing against me. I could tell that his hand size did indicate something! But far more than I had imagined!
We stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes until he finally broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes.
"I always wondered what that would be like." he said softly.
"So, was it what you thought?" I asked.
"No. It was better." he smiled and then his face came down on mine again.
We stood there a long time, making out until I could tell he was getting pushed to the edge of his endurance. He hadn't had sex in quite a long time and I didn't want this encounter to end with him cumming in his jeans. I think he had the same idea.
"Can we go to bed?" he asked, shyly, taking his mouth from mine.
"I told you that whatever you wanted you could have." I smiled.
He took his arm from me and, instead, grabbed my hand in his. It was a very sweet gesture, taking me by the hand and leading me to the bedroom. Once there he went to undress but I stopped him.
"Please. Let me do that." I begged.
He looked at me in surprise, but nodded his head.
I reached out and grabbed his t-shirt, pulled it from his jeans and began to slide it up his body. He raised his arms to allow me to take it off. When he did so, the scent of him grew strong and my nose was drawn to his underarm. There in the dank, moist pit of his arm, my nose began to drink in all the sweaty musk which was his essence. I moaned uncontrollably and he watched me as I drank in the scent of him.
"You really do like my smell, don'tcha?" he asked, seemingly amazed at this 'kink' of mine.
"Mmm! God, yes! You smell like a man!" I moaned and then my tongue came out and began to lick through the sweat-dampened hair.
"Ahh, fuck!" he moaned as my tongue evidently sent shivers of delight through his body.
When his one pit was licked clean of scent and tastes, I moved to the other one. This time his reaction was even stronger, putting his hand to the back of my head and pushing my face even further into his pit, holding me there while my tongue gathered all the available tastes.
"God, that feels good." he moaned.
I pulled my face out of his pit and looked into his lust-filled eyes.
"You ain't felt nothin' yet!" I grinned.
I pulled back and dropped to my knees. I unbuckled his belt-buckle and popped open the top button of his jeans, then I pressed my face into them and grabbed the tab of his zipper with my teeth and slid it down, opening his jeans with my hands as I went. Behind the jeans, I found the warm cotton of his tight, white BVD briefs. I pushed his jeans down until they gathered around his work boots. I got down and undid the laces and pulled them off of him, one at a time. I then pulled off his sweaty white socks, holding them to my nose and letting him see me get a good whiff of them. Then, one leg at a time, I pulled off his jeans until he stood there in nothing but his white briefs, straining now to contain his very rigid cock, bulging out with the massive organ and what appeared to be a rather large nut-sack as well. I could see where some of his pre-cum had already made a wet-spot in the cotton material and my mouth went to that immediately to suck and taste some of his cock-honey.
When my mouth surrounded the tip of his cock, he grabbed my head and moaned loudly. I blew my warm breath onto the cotton covered manhood and he groaned again. My hands came up, grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of the briefs and began to slide them down his body. When they got to his knees, the fell like a white cloud around his feet and he stepped out of them. He meant to kick them away but I grabbed them too quickly and while he watched, I brought the rumpled, damp material to my face and breathed deeply of the scent of him trapped in the knitted fabric - my eyes staring up into his the whole time I did it. He groaned as he watched me huff his scent from his briefs. I knew no one had ever worshiped his body like this before and he was getting more turned on by the moment.
I finally tossed away the briefs and put my face directly into his crotch, smelling and licking the raw essence of him. The sweat, the musk, the dried piss from his pubic hair were combining in a rare concoction which was slowly driving me into a sexual frenzy. It was in my mind that I may have the opportunity to have him only once and I was determined that I was going to experience every part of him before that encounter was over. I pushed him back onto the bed until he lay across it, his hips at the edge of the bed and his legs hanging over it. I then moved down to his feet and, taking one into my hands began to suck and lick on his toes.
"Ahh, FUCK! What are you doin'?! Oh, fuck! That feels so good!" he moaned out as I sucked and licked his toes and between them.
Then I lifted his foot to my face and began to slowly lick up and down the sole of his foot. His moaning was almost continuous as I did it. Leaving one foot sopping wet, I moved over and took the other in my hands, giving it the same treatment as it's mate. Again, he moaned throughout my ministrations and was a quivering mass of male animal by the time I finished.
Moving up between his legs, I began to snort the funk of his sweaty balls. God! I loved how this man smelled! So strong, so masculine, so erotic! He didn't have much in the way of hair on his nut-sack but he had nuts that matched the size of his cock - bull-nuts! Large orbs the size of eggs that only one would fit in my mouth at a time as I licked and nibbled at his sack while he moaned and groaned above me. I let his orb slip from my lips and pushing the bag up with my one hand, began to lick the back of his sack and the piece of skin between his nuts and his asshole. His moans grew louder over that as I licked, nipped and sniffed the area behind his balls. I could smell a scent that I loved more than any and I knew that I had to have it!
In all our discussions, there were several things I had never told Tommy about that I loved about a man. I never discussed ass-licking with him because until you do it to a man - especially a straight one - they just can never understand why someone would EVER do something like that. After they have it done, they still don't know why someone would do that, but they no longer care! They love it so much, they don't care why you do it - they just care THAT you do it - and often!
I pushed Tommy's legs up with my hands and ass his butt raised and spread, my nose was eagerly sniffing all the butt-scent that was coming from his all but hairless ass trench. I moved my nose up and down it as I gathered in all the ass-scent I could find. Tommy was quiet at this point, I think wondering what in the fuck I was doing. He was about to find out. My tongue came out and swiped across his whole ass-trench, from his backbone to his nuts. There was dead silence. When my tongue started it's second 'run' up his trench, suddenly a bellow came from him!
"AHH, FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE FUCKIN' LICKIN' MY ASS!!!" he shouted out.
I pulled my face out of his ass!
"Yes! And do you really want the entire neighborhood to know it?!" I hissed at him.
"But, fuck! That's nasty!" he complained.
"Does it feel good?" I demanded.
"Well, yeah! It feels great! But you don't have to do somethin' like that!" he moaned.
"What if I want to?! What if this really gives me pleasure?" I asked.
"You like eatin' a guy's butt out?" he asked, not being able to grasp this concept.
"Yeah. I do. When it's your beautiful butt!" I hissed. "Now shut-up, lay down and let me take you to heaven!"
"It sure feels like it, but it's probably gonna take me to hell!" he grinned.
"Just lay back and enjoy and try not to give the neighbors a play-by-play of what I'm doing! I don't want them coming over and wanting some, too!" I said and he giggled at that.
I went back to licking up and down his butt crack and he was moaning and groaning above me. When I locked my lips around his puckered opening and began to push my tongue against his hole, he got vocal again.
"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Lick my hole! Eat me fuckin' out! Shit! No wonder girls like this!" he said.
I almost had to laugh at his words. He was babbling out everything he was thinking and I loved it. That part about the girls didn't surprise me. A number of straight guys have equated having their asses eaten to eating a girl's pussy. It's the only reference for something like this that they have. God knows, it is the rare female that will do this for a guy! Most guys - and most females - have no idea that such a thing even exists!
I gradually worked my tongue up inside him so that I was fucking his butthole with my tongue, just like a small, wet cock. He was moaning and sighing over the feelings that he was getting from his ass - probably the first time in his life that he realized that his ass was for more than shitting. I licked and licked until he was well-loosened. I don't know why - other than the fact that I loved eating his sweaty, musky ass and loved the dark, tangy tastes up inside him. I certainly had no inkling of fucking him! But maybe a finger up his butt while I sucked his cock, playing with his prostate would, at least, help answer all his questions about why I love taking a guy's cock up my ass.
I finally pulled my ass-eating mouth out of his butt and lowered his legs once more. I told him to get up on the bed and lay down. I straddled his body with my own and began to lick and suck at his nipples. His body jumped with the first touch of my tongue. I looked down at him.
"Nobody's ever played with your nipples, huh?" I asked.
"No!" he exclaimed in wonder.
"Never knew what the fuck they were for, did ya?" I grinned.
"Fuck, no!" he said.
My face went back down to sucking and nibbling on his tits and he grabbed my head and pulled it tighter to his chest as he sighed and made strange little noise while I mercilessly badgered his nipples. I licked all over his muscular chest and then began licking down his stomach. While he didn't exactly have a 'six-pack' like people talk about today - his abdomen was hard, muscular and there were faint 'cuts' in it from the muscles beneath. I knew in a few years, with the beer and all, it would all go to fat, but for now he was the epitome of youthful masculinity.
One of the things I love most about hillbilly boys is that very few of them are born in hospitals and so most of them are uncut. I love uncut cock! I love to suck on it, play with it but, above all, I love that rarest of male delicacies -cock cheese! The wonderful smegma that builds up under that hood of flesh, so ripe, so pungent, so male!
As I reached his uncut cock, a massive spear of at least ten inches and thick, almost like a baby's forearm, I could see the cock honey flowing from the wrinkled skin of his hood. His foreskin covered the head of his cock completely - even as erect as he was - and actually went an inch beyond the head. I licked across the top of the hood, gathering the tasty clear liquid. It was a little salty but, Oh!, so sweet! I pulled back the hood with my hand, finally viewing the wet, almost raspberry colored head of his cock. I could see specks of white on it and knew there was a real feast of smegma awaiting me under the flange of his cockhead once I completely retracted his foreskin. I could already smell the pungent maleness of it but when I pulled the skin of his cock all the way down, the entire room was filled with the intense male odor of it!
"Ahh, Fuck!" I exclaimed in ecstasy! This was the most fragrant cock I had ever had!
"I'm sorry. I didn't shower cause you said you liked me better this way." he said quietly, evidently ashamed of the scent of his cock that was sending me to new heights of erotic pleasure!
"No, Tommy! I LOVE it! I love the smell of you like this!" I said turning to look at him so he would know I was being completely honest with him. "I love head-cheese! I love the smell of it and the taste of it! It's hard to find guys that are uncut and have it. And harder to get them to allow it to build up so that there is any."
"You really like it?" he asked with a horny grin.
"Fuck, yeah!" I grinned back.
"I kinda like it myself! I've tasted it a few times. Ya know, I like bein' able to smell my own scents. It kinda turns me on. I've started to understand why you like what you like...well...except for eatin' ass. God! That felt so good! But I don't think I could EVER do that to somebody!" he said.
"You don't have to. When you're in this bed, Tommy, the only thing you have to do is enjoy yourself. This is all for you. I want to give you pleasure." I said softly.
He reached out and, in a brotherly gesture, ruffled my hair. I grinned at him and turned back to his beautiful cock which was still standing hard and proud. I pulled the foreskin back again and began to lick under the flange of his cock, licking up all the tasty treat of smegma he had for me. The pungent taste hit my tongue and the scent of it rose in my nose and I moaned as I snacked on his masculine funk. Tommy moaned too as I licked at his very sensitive cock. I knew that he could not hold back much longer. He'd been months without sex and needed to get off. I didn't want him getting 'blue-balls' or anything.
After cleaning off all the accumulated smegma, I opened my mouth and captured the head of his cock in it. I began licking off all the cock-honey that was flowing like a river out if his cock and then began moving down, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I figured Tommy had not had a lot of blow jobs in his life and, with the size of his cock, I was pretty sure that probably no one had ever taken all of it. I began working my way down it, intent on taking it all - right to his pubic hairs.
"Oh, God! Oh, Fuck! Damn! That feels so good!" he groaned as I worked on his rigid meat.
I grinned to myself. I knew that my mouth was almost deadly in it's ability to give a man pleasure and this man I wanted to give pleasure to almost more than any other I'd ever been with up until then. There was something about this man that was so sweet, so gentle, so loving that I wanted nothing more than to give him everything!
I kept working, loosening my throat until finally, my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cock was buried in my tight, sucking throat.
"Oh, Fuck! You took it all! Nobody's EVER took it all!" he exclaimed and then groaned as I flexed my throat muscles around the head of his cock.
I pulled back for air and started fucking my throat with his cock. He reached down and grabbed my head and began moving it up and down in rhythm while his hips thrust up. He was really fucking my face! I love it! I let my muscles go limp and just let him get himself off inside of me. All of a sudden, he pulled my mouth off his cock and I looked up at him.
"What did you do that for?" I asked.
"I was gonna cum. I didn't want to cum in your mouth." he explained.
"Why the fuck not?!" I asked.
"You want me to?!" he asked in surprise.
"Of course I want you to! The best part of giving a guy head is getting to taste his juice!" I said.
"You mean it?" his face lit up.
"Yes, I mean it!" I said and leaned down and gobbled his cock again.
This time, he didn't grab my head. Instead he put his hands behind his head so that he was posed in that most masculine of ways. The beauty of his body on display for my eyes alone as I brought him pleasure! His hips continued to thrust up into my waiting mouth and throat as he face fucked me. It didn't take long, he'd held back too long already! All of a sudden, his hips came off the bed, his cock buried itself in my throat and I could feel his cum shooting down my throat. I pulled back so I could taste some of the thick, sweet cream as he groaned out his pleasure.
"FUCK! OH, FUCK! SUCK MY COCK! EAT MY CUM!!!" he screamed as I did exactly what he wanted.
He delivered at least eight or nine loads of young 'Daddy Batter' which I gratefully swallowed down. His hips lowered to the bed as I continued to nurse on his cock until it was soft. Still, I wouldn't let go. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth - even soft! I was thinking about something else I would love to drink from his cock but I wasn't quite sure how to bring that one up when, to my surprise, he inadvertently did. To this day, I don't believe he had any idea what 'watersports' were or that I was into them at the time but he gave me the perfect opening.
"If you keep suckin' like that, you're gonna get a mouthful of somethin' you ain't gonna like! Them beers have gone right through me and I gotta piss like a racehorse!" he grinned down at me.
I looked up at him, allowing his cock to drop from my mouth for the moment and grinned back at him.
"So go ahead and piss." I grinned.
He looked at me funny.
"Right here? I don't wanna wet the bed!" he said.
"Oh, you won't wet the bed! Trust me!" I said and put his soft cock back in my mouth.
"I said I gotta piss!" he whined this time.
I again took his cock out of my mouth.
"And I said go ahead and piss!" and stuck his cock back in my mouth.
"I can't piss when my cock's in your mouth!" he exclaimed.
I pulled off again.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Why not?! I can't piss in your...hey...wait a minute...you WANT me to piss in your mouth?!" he exclaimed.
"Now you've got it!" I grinned.
"You gotta be puttin' me on!" he said.
"Nope! I love drinkin' piss - when it's beer piss and it's from the right guy." I said.
"You never told me about that." he said.
"I never told you about eatin' butt either, but you liked that well enough." I grinned.
That shut him up for a few moments as his brain tried to process all this. I'll admit, I was giving him quite a crash course in raunchy male sex but I figured he could handle it.
"You sure?" he said, his voice small - almost like a little boy.
"I'm sure. Please. I would really like to do this. I love it and I think you'll find it an interesting experience." I said softly.
"I don't know if I can...." he equivocated.
"Yes you can. You have to go bad, don't you?" I asked.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he insisted.
"Then just lay back, close your eyes, let go and I'll take care of the rest." I said. "Just one thing, try to let it out slowly so it's easier to swallow."
He gave a nod and a little shrug as if to say, 'Okay, do what you want.' and without another word, he did as I told him to do. I took his cock back in my mouth and waited. It took a little while but eventually, I felt the first spurt of his hot, sweet piss. I quickly swallowed it down and waited for the deluge I was sure was coming. But Tommy did as I told him and when the steady stream started it was slow enough that I had no difficulty drinking it at all. Because of all the beer and Jack Daniels he'd had, his piss had hardly any taste at all and, what taste there was, was incredibly sweet with only a hint of saltiness.
As I slowly drank from him, I could hear his little moans and sighs of relief and satisfaction. He didn't lay back long however, he was up on his elbows and watching me drink his piss. After a short while, he started getting into it.
"Yeah. That's it. Drink my piss....drink it, babe....drink all my fuckin' piss..." he murmured to me.
This wasn't at all unusual. I found most guys who I did this to for the first time found it a turn-on. Some got off on the total worship of their bodies. Some got off on the sensuous feeling of my warm mouth and tongue on their cocks as they emptied their bladders into me. After all, pissing is a very sensual pleasure to begin with and this type of very intimate contact caused all kinds of feelings in both the guy who was pissing and they guy who was drinking. For me, it was taking another part of his body into mine. It was almost like 'communing' from him. Of course, with some guys, it was the nastiness of what we were doing that got to them. With Tommy, I think it was a little bit of all of it. By the time his bladder was empty, he was grinning down at me and I was smiling back with my mouth around his cock.
"Damn, lil buddy! That was without doubt the most interesting piss I ever took!" he grinned.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Yeah. I did. I don't know why but I did like it. Did you?" he asked.
"I loved it. But I know why." I said.
"Why?" he asked, really interested to know.
"Because it's a part of you - another part of you just like your cum - that I can take inside me. It's a very real way of showing you how much I love your body and especially how much I care about you." I said.
He smiled at this and again reached down and ruffled my hair. I noticed his cock was starting to harden again and I leaned down and took it back in my mouth where it quickly grew to full erection again. I started sucking on it but Tommy reached down and pulled it out of my mouth. I looked up wondering what was wrong. He smiled at me and patted the bed next to him.
"Come up here next to me." he said.
As I moved up the bed, he put his arm out so that I could lay my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me, pulled me close to him, turned partway on his side so that he was looking down at me and then he leaned down and kissed me gently on the forehead.
"You know, for a guy, you are awfully pretty." he smiled.
"For a guy, you are about perfect." I smiled back.
"Am I allowed to do some things to you?" he asked softly.
"I told you, when you're with me, you get to do whatever you want." I said, wondering what he had in mind.
He moved over me more and began to trail kisses from my forehead, down my nose, across my lips and then onto my neck. His tongue came out and he began to lick and suck at my neck. I started moaning at the feel of him. I knew he'd never done anything with another guy before but he seemed to know just what to do naturally. He moved over me so that he was on top of my body and then moved down so that he could begin licking and sucking at my nipples. I moaned at the feeling of his teeth and tongue as they worried on of my nips.
"Mmm. This is nice. I always did like small tits." he grinned up at me and then went back to sucking and nibbling at the other one.
My hands began to caress his head and I was running my fingers through his hair. I started to realize that something had changed in the bed. It no longer felt like I was having sex. It felt like I was being made love to. Tommy was gentle and insistent in his eagerness to explore my body. He moved over to my underarm and nosed in the crease of my arm. I knew what he wanted so I raised my arms above my head to give him access. His nose began to root around in the soft hairs under my arms and I could hear him moaning over my scent.
"Mmm. This does smell good!" he said, the surprise sounding in his voice.
He then began to lick me and I thought I would go out of my mind with the jolts of pleasure that his tongue was giving me. I began to squirm beneath him and his face came out of my pit grinning.
"Oh, you can dish it out but you just can't take it, huh?" he laughed at me.
"I'm very sensitive there." I said meekly.
"I can tell, babe." he said.
Okay, that was the second time he'd called me babe! All of a sudden I'd gone from 'lil buddy' to 'babe'. I wasn't exactly sure what this change in names meant, but there was evidently in his mind some change of status involved, though what it was, I was never sure.
He licked both of my armpits and then began trailing kisses down my body until he reached my groin. My cock, all six inches of it, was hard and pawing the air at about a 45 degree angle. He moved around it but buried his nose in my pubic hair, taking deep breaths of my scent. He then moved down and began sniffing at my balls as well. I used hair remover on them so that they were soft and smooth. This seemed to fascinate him. My ball-sack was pulled up tight to the base of my cock because I was so turned on by what he was doing. He started licking at the soft sack and I began moaning at the touch of his mouth to me! The feeling was incredible!
It was not something I expected at all, but suddenly, I felt him lifting my legs and exposing my butt-crack to his inspection. It was hairless as well and I heard him taking short whiffs of my scent there, I guess checking to see if I was 'clean' and whether or not he liked it. At that point, he'd gone WAY past where I figured he ever would and so I was not expecting what happened next. Suddenly, I felt his tongue licking through my sweaty trench! I about came off the bed vertically! I looked down between my legs and his was looking back, grinning at me before he dipped down and swiped his tongue down my butt-crack again. It didn't take him long to find my opening and, of course, since I had much better muscle control, his tongue was no more pressing against it then he was inside me and began tongue fucking me like he shoved his tongue up another guy's asshole every day of the week!
"Oh FUCK!" I screamed out in pleasure and heard him chuckled deep in his throat as he continued to fuck me with his tongue.
"Oh, God! Tommy! Fuck, yeah! Eat me! Oh, God! Eat my hole! Oh, Fuck! Fuck me! Please, Tommy! Fuck me with that big cock of yours! Please!!!" I begged.
He pulled his face out of my butt again, grinning at me.
"I been waitin' for you to ask." he laughed.
"I didn't think you'd be interested." I said softly.
"Not interested?! Babe! I've wanted to fuck this sweet ass of yours for months now! Ever since you told me how much you love bein' fucked!" he said.
"You did?!" I gaped at him.
"Yeah." he said, smiling sheepishly. "I been thinkin' about you and all the stuff you told me about - especially since Jill cut me off. I just didn't know if you'd want to do all those things with me."
"Oh, FUCK! Of course I'd want to do all this with you!" I said.
"Yeah, but I still love Jill. This is fun for me. Lots of fun. But I ain't gonna leave her. You gotta understand that." he said very seriously.
"Tommy, I never wanted you to! I know that you love her. More importantly, you love that 'bun in the oven' she's carrying for you. I could never give you that. I'm just grateful to be able to please you - just once!" I swore to him.
"Who said anything about this bein' just once?" he asked and winked at me!
"Oh, fuck! Please, Tommy. Fuck me. Please." I murmured softly.
"Oh, babe! I'm gonna fuck the ass right off you!" he growled at me, grinning like a man in heat!
"Okay, just one thing. This is a little different than what you're used to. First of all, my hole doesn't naturally lube itself so we need something to make it slick." I said, reaching over to the night table and opening the drawer. I pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to him. "You put this on and in my hole and then put some on your cock. Grease yourself up good because, whether you know it or not, you are one BIG boy!"
He grinned in pride. All males love to hear their cock praised -no matter what size it is! He took some of the slick liquid and began putting it on my hole, slipping his fingers inside much the way he must finger pussy. I was soon groaning at the good feelings he was causing. He then greased himself up and looked down at me as if to say, 'Okay, now what?'.
"Put my legs over your shoulders and put your cock at my hole. Now you can't just shove it in. This is different. You need to slide in slowly and let me get used to it. Once you're all the way in, stop and I'll let you know when you can start fucking. Okay?" I asked.
"Anything you say, babe. Just let me in that hole!" he grinned.
"Okay, I'm ready." I said.
He began pushing his cock into my hole. Yes! He was big! There was some pain but he did as I told him and went very slowly letting me get used to the size of him. I could hear him groaning as he felt hot, tight male ass surrounding his cock for the first time. When he reached the point where he was fully in me, he stopped and looked down at me.
"Okay, move my legs from your shoulders to around your waist and lean over. Rest on your elbows." I said and he did what I asked.
This put his face right over mine with his cock still buried in my butt.
"Fuck! You are so hot and tight! I've never felt anything like this! No wonder guys love butt- fuckin'!" he grinned down at me.
"You feel so good inside of me! That's the part you'll never know. I love the feeling of your cock in me!" I said.
He leaned over and kissed me passionately. I guess I didn't need to tell him to start fucking me because he did anyway. He pulled out slightly and then shove his cock back in, groaning into my mouth at the feeling. He pulled back out further and shoved it back in harder and his groans got louder. Our mouths broke apart and he moved up onto his hands, his arms straight down so that he could watch me while he fucked me and watch his cock going in and out of my ass!
"Ahh, fuck! This feels so good! Your ass is so hot! I want to fuck it all night long!" he said.
"Yeah, do it! Fuck me all night long! Fuck me hard! Don't hold back! I'm not a girl! I can take it as hard as you can give it!" I told him.
"You sure?" he stopped fucking at this announcement and looked down at me, not sure of what he'd heard.
"I'm sure! Fuck me hard. Let yourself go!" I begged.
"I can't do that with Jill, I hurt her. She says I'm too big." he said quietly, still staring at me trying to gauge if I was telling him the truth.
"It ain't pussy, Tommy! It's ass! And it needs to be fucked HARD AND DEEP!!! God! Please! Give it to me!" I begged.
"Okay!" he grinned, evidently convinced. "Just remember, you begged me for it!"
He then started fucking me like he was never going to fuck another hole for the rest of his life! He pounded my ass, driving into me with speed and power that I never would have imagined that he had. It was the hardest, roughest and the best fuck I'd ever had in my life up until that time! For a boy who had never done it with another boy in his life - Tommy was, without doubt, the most natural ass-fucker I ever ran across!
What was most amazing about him, however, was his stamina. He fucked and fucked and fucked and I thought he was never going to cum. And never lost any of the power of his fucking either. I couldn't take it that long. After he'd fucked me for about 15 minutes steady, I all of a sudden screamed out.
"Oh, FUCK!!! I'M CUMMING!!!" and with that, began to unload my jism all over my chest and abs.
Tommy looked down in wonder at what had happened and even stopped fucking after my orgasm had crested.
"Did I do that?" he asked softly.
"Fuck, yeah, you did! You fucked it right outa me!" I grinned.
"Fuck! Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice all full of concern.
"You do and I'll fuck you!" I said. "You just keep right on fuckin' I can do that two more times, easy!"
"Okay, babe!" he grinned and against began pounding my ass.
And, true to my word, I did cum twice more as he fucked me. The last time, my orgasm finally triggered his and he unloaded another huge load of 'Daddy cum' up my ass and then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a long time, him on top of me as I gently stroked his body and played in his hair. He finally put his mouth near my ear.
"That was the most amazing fuck I've ever had! You are the best!" he murmured.
"Gee! I was thinking exactly the same thing about you!" I murmured back.
His cock was still half-hard and buried in my butt.
"I gotta piss again." he said, a wicked note in his voice.
"Well, this time, I want something different." I said.
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to piss all over me." I told him.
"But that will get the bed wet!" he protested.
"We aren't gonna do it in the bed. We'll go into the bathtub. That way, I can piss out all the piss you already gave me while you give me more." I said.
"Okay! I'm game!" he grinned down at me. "Just one thing first."
"What's that." I asked.
"This." he said and his mouth came down on mine in a deeply passionate kiss that lasted a very long time.
"I do love you. Not the way I love Jill, but I do, babe. I want you to know that." he said gently.
"And I love you, Tommy. I always will. I'm here whenever you want to have fun and that's all it will ever be. I promise."
"Thank you." he said and then slowly slid his cock out of my butt.
We went into the bathroom and I lay down in the tub. Tommy straddled my hips and bathed me in his hot piss. I opened my mouth and his aim was good. I got to drink some of it. At the same time, my cock was pissing out all the beer I drank and his recycled beer all over me, too. Then, Tommy and I took a shower. It took a long time as we gently and slowly washed each other.
We went back to bed and ended up with me teaching him how to 69. He drank down his first load of mancum from my cock that night, but not the last by any stretch of the imagination. I slept in his arms that night and then, in the morning, I made breakfast for us. We spent the morning and afternoon repeating all the games we'd played the night before. Jill came home that evening apologizing for her behavior. That didn't stop it, however. She was still a screaming, raving lunatic until she had the baby. Tommy, in the mean time, continued to visit me on a very regular basis to relieve his 'frustrations'. Finally, a couple of months after the baby was born - it was a boy, by the way - Tommy reported to me that Jill had finally fucked him again. I knew this day was coming but I still couldn't keep the look of disappointment from my face. Tommy just laughed at me.
"Babe! You don't think this means that I'm not gonna come see you, do you?! Fuck! I got enough cum for you and Jill both!" he laughed. "Besides, Jill ain't about to lick my butt or let me fuck hers - not to mention the fact that I ain't never gonna get her to let me take a piss the way you do! Speaking of which, those beers have gone through me again!"
I got down on my knees and Tommy pulled out his cock and put it in my mouth. He really loved doing this and had no trouble getting his flow started or regulating it so that it was easy for me to drink. We celebrated his getting laid that night by him fucking me!
True to his word, for the next two years that I lived there, Tommy visited me regularly. He and Jill even had another baby and she was a screaming mess during that one, too. Tommy went through it completely relaxed this time because I was taking care of his needs while she wouldn't.
While it's not an arrangement that some people would say is 'moral' and some gay guys would say he was just 'using' me - I know that Tommy cared very much about me and I loved him. I went into it all with my eyes wide open and loved every minute of it. The night before I moved back to Florida, Tommy and I spent the whole night making love until the sun rose. On that night, he took my cock up his ass for the first and only time.
We talked about staying in touch, but we realized it would just be frustrating to each other to be 1200 miles away and not be able to touch or make each other happy. I miss him to this day and wish I could lay in his arms one more time.
THE END of BUN IN THE OVEN.
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