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Church Social
At our weekly Monday night after dinner meeting the Boss told us that we might consider going to the Church Social on Friday night. He explained that the Community Church was on the surface Christian, but no particular denomination, and the Pastor was gay, so he was welcoming to all.
The only religious part would be the Grace and the Reflection, where in the Grace you thought thanks for the blessings of your current life, and the Reflection where you thought about the things you had done that "you ought not to have done" and the things that "you should have done, but did not." After that it was good food, and an entertainment, which could be as simple as Bingo, or, as it would be this week, Karaoke. Two of our guys were really good country singers and always went to this one and sang a couple of good country songs. "Bring your own truck," I was advised, "in case you get lucky."
So, a few of the guys, and myself, went, and who should be there, but the guy at the gas station, Cory, who gave me directions on my first day in Lexington. He remembered me, and I sure remembered him. A very good looking guy, 5' 6", 130 lbs., lean, tiny nips, big cock for a small guy, not an ounce of fat on him.
"Hi," he said, "you going to sing?"
"Not me," I replied, "you?"
"Yup, I sing on Karaoke night, and two weeks from now, on talent night, when I play my guitar and sing."
"Cool."
The evening went on for about an hour and a half. Cory sang two country songs, and looked directly at me during one of them, which turned me on, and got me hard. A few others followed, Cory came and sat next to me at my table and felt me up under it. I returned the favor. He was as hard as I was. It felt like it was shorter than mine, and not as thick, but, until I got a look at it, I could not be sure.
"I came here with my older sister, can you give me a ride home?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, hoping that there was more than a ride on the agenda. He talked to his sister, and then when it was over, we got into my truck. His hand immediately went to my crotch which immediately responded. "Where should we go?" I asked.
"Just turn when I tell you," he answered. We ended up at what appeared to be an abandoned cabin, near a creek, not far from town. "This is it," he said. "It belongs to my uncle, it used to be used for a sharecropper, long ago, but with modern machinery, and low food prices, it no longer makes sense to run a few acres of vegetables, and sharecropping is a thing of the past."
He had a key to the padlock on the door, and opened it. It was sparsely furnished, two rooms, one the living room/kitchen, the other a bedroom, outhouse, no running water at the moment. But the important room, the bedroom, had an old, but clean double bed with a sheet, some blankets, and some towels. There was a hand pump in the kitchen sink, which, after he poured a gallon of water into it, from the creek, to prime it, would pump from a well located next to the cabin. "Good for cleaning up, not so much for drinking unless you boil it, and even then, cows shit in the creek you know. Ready?"
"Always," I replied, and hugged him, rubbed my cheek against his, and gradually worked my mouth around to his, and we kissed. He knew how, and quickly found my weak spot, my lower lip, and I found his, my tongue deep in his mouth.
We were both hard, and we both knew it. We felt each other's cocks through our Levi's, and cupped each other's asses. "Strip!" I said. We did. Two hard cocks, his was a bit shorter than mine, mine was thicker, I was cut, he was uncut. I dropped to my knees and put his cock in my mouth, and ran my tongue up under his foreskin. He had already amassed precum in there, which was more sweet than salty. He was tweaking his nipples while I massaged his ass, he was moaning, and then, he came, after only about 90 seconds of this. Big ropes of cum, in my mouth, out of my mouth, over my face, dripping down on my chest, it was amazing.
"Shit," he said. "I didn't mean to cum so quickly, but, I can stay hard and cum again."
"I can, too." I said, "how about working on me."
"Yes,' he said, "I want to feel that big cock in my hole. You have protection?"
"Always," I replied, "and lube, too. I take it your ass is not virgin?"
"No, a guy who lives down the street from me taught me all that I know, plus the internet, I will tell you all about him some day, and, if you are interested, we can go see him for a 3 way. Do me from the rear, but on our sides so you can suck on my nip and play with my cock and then we can kiss. I can really push my butt up against you so you won't slip out." We did. I really liked this position, my cock buried deep in his ass, our mouths connected, my hand on his cock, and then he flipped over on his back, I was perpendicular to him, cock in even deeper, his legs over mine, just cock and hole being used for pleasure, we went on this way for a long time, since nothing extra was happening to put us over the edge.
Finally, he said, "I need to cum, all controls on high," and we moved enough that we could kiss, and I could play with his uncut cock, running the foreskin, which was slippery with precum, over the head, while he played with both of his nips, and he squirted a little, then, a lot, the first big one over his head, the second one on his face, the third on his chest, the next on his belly, and then a few more dribbles on his pubes. The spasms in his hole brought me to climax at the same time, I filled the condom, pulled out, and emptied the condom on his belly to mix jism with jism. We fed each other a bit of the mix, and then went to the stream to wash up. Wow, what a session that was.
I took him to his house, we exchanged text and email information, and said goodnight.
When I got back to the ranch I got knowing looks, and my roommate said, "Aren't you glad we told you to take your own truck tonight?" And, I agreed.