Dave and Drew
By Billy Jaydee
Drew was a tall lanky fellow in his early thirties. I like 'em tall, but... patriarchal beard, blue eyes with something unthreatening but restless caged in them, threadbare jeans, ancient tee-shirt and a fiery storm of hair on his head?
Drew, on the other hand, says the first time I arrived to volunteer at the local fire hall, he knew we would be fast friends. At the time neither of us knew what it was about my looks that appealed to him at the sub-conscious level. Sandy hair? Hairy chest? Tall like him? Slim frame? The cluck of my Tony Llamas on the gray paint of the wooden stairs leading to the break room? It all became clear later.
We do that little dance of friendship for a bit, and the next thing you know we are drinking Kahlua-coffee in his bachelor pad on a Saturday morning. Well, actually, I drank coffee by myself. He talked to his girlfriend on the phone. He stood around the corner from his kitchen on the wall mounted phone, looking up at me guiltily occasionally. I sat on a deep plush sofa in the living room because the kitchen table was always too covered with treasures he'd found and dust for anyone to sit there.
My buddy had really grown on me. He struck me as "ruggedly handsome" now, muscular, loyal, a friendly welcoming smile and great host. Ends up his girlfriend got called into work today. Drew hangs up, and brings the round stained glass coffee pot to refill our chipped mugs.
"So...want to watch some movies?" A little irrepressible glee crept into his voice at the end of the question.
He pops an unlabeled VHS into the player. There Drew and I are sitting on the sofa when on the screen appears two guys, "Tad" and "Jed", sitting shoulder to shoulder on a couch facing us. It ends up slighter younger Tad is wedding soon and his Jeb is giving him marital advice. Tad ends up whipping out his cock so that Jeb can offer advice that is more specific. Jeb pulls his out for comparison purposes. Jeb's girlfriend arrives, her face off camera. She and Jeb demonstrate the proper way for a husband to receive a blow job from his wife. Eventually, she practices with Tad.
"Dave? Ever have an older buddy like Jeb?" Drew asks with a gulp. His blue eyes are glassed and glued to the stream.
For a moment there, I thought we were watching a gay film. It had been a while since little Davy unloaded. I had hopes. With the leading question, my hopes were rising again. I knew my line here, "No, Drew. Have you?"
Ends up when Drew was 18 year old, he had a buddy my current age, who looked remarkably like me. (We'd discover that first lover's cock and mine were about the same length, too.) The guy was sort of father figure to a young man whose father flew with a younger woman when Drew entered his teens. Drew's buddy visited Drew's travel trailer one day 20 years ago and found a blow doll on Drew's bed. They had a little discussion in which Drew praised "Annie" and mentioned that all three holes worked. Then he offered to take a walk, if his buddy wanted to try out Annie. Drew went for a walk. When the trailer was rocking, without knocking, Drew opened the door to peer inside. He burst into his high coarse laugh. His buddy was buck naked, fucking Annie in the ass. He didn't stop, just smirked at Drew and kept pounding away.
Meanwhile, on the screen by the magic of television, Jed and Tad were now buck naked sitting on the couch still shoulder to shoulder. Jed's girlfriend straddled his lap and started rising and lowering his slim hips up and down Jed's seven-inch cock. The guys played with her apparently small tits as she did.
I can't say that I was playing with myself, but I had to adjust myself already a couple of times. From the corner of my eye, I saw Drew's right hand raise to his waist rather than his crotch. It was clear even with a discrete glance that Drew had a hardon shooting straight up. I caught that his thumb was making little circular motions on his belly. Damn! The guy's dick was so big, that it pushed out of his pants and he was massaging the head with his thumb!
The girl, without finishing off Jeb, moves over and straddles Tad. Jeb grabs his buddy's cock and balls and guides him into girlfriend.
Drew turns to look at me. "So... want to see some pictures of me and the ex-wife?"
I'd heard about these snapshots before. "Sure."
He disappears to the back of the house. I take the opportunity to pull out my aching cock and give it a few comforting strokes as Tad starts getting into fucking; his hips rising to meet the cock-riding girlfriend.
Drew returns with a handful of 4x6 photographs. He gets an eyeful of my cock laying out on my belly. (I'd unbuttoned my shirt.) He stares at my privates for a moment then leans over me and shows me pictures of a cock pushing into a big plump woman. She was pretty for a big girl, with big tits and short red hair; carpet and curtains. The last snapshot was of Drew, standing before the camera, his sizeable rod stood straight up. He was rubbing the head with the old palm of his straight calloused right hand. I take the pictures from him and gaze at that image. I only had one thought; I'm going to get laid! He apparently only had one thought, I could feel his eyes glued on my oozing sticky cock.
"I always wondered what you were packing," I said with a laugh of victory.
"Want to see?" he asks hopefully.
I've barely nodded when he drops his trousers. He was working it commando that day. He sported an eight inch "sprout" nearly as white as the rest of his almost albino body. A coppery forest of fine hair covered his chest which narrowed to a blonde treasure trail and finally down to this big flushed cock and low hanging balls amidst a sea of coppery pubes. My hand reached for his cock of its own accord.
"May I?" came out of my mouth as though it was a question as my right hand wrapped around his arched cock.
I knew without asking he'd say, "No problem, bud." I stroked it a few times make admiring noises without cranking it around too much. I pulled it down from its upright position and pointed it at my mouth. I didn't care if he objected or not. I slid my mouth over the head and started jerking his rod in my direction.
"Dave..." he began hesitantly "sometimes when I'm jerking off in the shower I stick my finger up my ass." He took to panting at that point.
I am so getting laid!
I switched hands on his cock and after licking the middle finger on my right hand, found his rose bud in the hairy crack of his ass and slid it in without difficulty. He gasped and then groaned in delight. He breathed heavier mumbling endearments. I think he even called me "honey" at one point. I could hear him take a deep breath.
"Let's see what you got, Davy."
I jumped up out of the couch, my Levi's and shorts falling around my ankles. I kicked them off. His large rough left hand reached for my cock and began tugging on it as I pulled off my knit shirt. He squatted down naked before me. With thumb and forefinger, he guided my rigid member into his mouth and tentatively lapped at it.
I grabbed that wild flaming head of hair, tilting his head back so our mutually blue eyes met. Some guys need a little help. Ends he liked getting face fucked. I was hoping he liked to get fucked. I was pretty sure that in his bedroom, if we didn't find a blow up doll, we'd find all the lube and accessories we'd need for corn holing. (I knew this because one of his co-workers complained about covering for Drew at the shop one day. He discovered that Drew had pornography and "Vaseline" stashed in several drawers.)
"Let's go to your bedroom, Drew."
Hand in hand, we walk down the carpeted hallway to his room at the back of the trailer. There is a water bed; no blowup doll. I threw myself onto the bed, landing on my back. I smiled up invitingly, with legs and arms thrown wide. Drew jumped at the chance to leap on me. His wet tongue fell into my mouth and he pinned me to the bed with his sloppy kisses. We somehow managed to wrestle the lubricate out of his head board and we wetted down his rock hard rod with it.
Still pinning me to the bed with his kisses, he managed to move my legs around so my ankles were hooked over his bony shoulders. I got to admit, it hurt for a while. He wasn't much for taking it easy. He didn't mean to make it painful; he was just one of those "Brace yourself, Nelly, I'm coming in!" I am sort of inclined that way myself. When he stopped kissing me to peer down in admiration at his cock entering my ass, he got an eyeful of my enraged cock.
"Oh, so you like this buddy?" he asked.
I mumbled that I did, but kept my face from his, so he couldn't see the pain.
He must have heard it in my voice, because he paused in his wild joyful thrust.
"Have you done this kind of thing before, buddy?"
In the words of an old country western song, I replied "Yes, I do. But only a time or two? You?"
"That buddy of my mine I was just telling you about."
He went back to fucking as he told me a few more intimate details of relationship. Before the grunts of passion and shower of endearments began again, it became clear that Drew was always on the receiving end of their relationship.
"Did you like that, Drew?"
He drew breath. "Sure did!" he exclaimed.