EVERY MAN'S DREAM
By
Justin Balancier
The depictions of things we see are often difficult to describe. But then again, if one lives in the real world, it should be a simple thing to do. I'm not sure if that makes sense to anybody, but it sure as hell has convinced me that the `real world' can be as confusing as it is beautiful.
Lenny was a friend of mine when I was in High School. He wasn't my best friend but he was okay to hang with. We did a lot of crazy things together including going to our first gay bar at 18 years of age.
Lenny was wiry and bouncy. He flew around like Peter Pan. We both knew he acted that way, just to be noticed. It beats the hell out of me why anyone would want to be noticed acting fruity. But, that was Lenny.
He was a pretty good looking kid with reddish blond hair, which made him look sexy. He wasn't especially husky, but he had a big dick, so that made him appealing to guys who were only looking for cock. Boyfriend material however – he was not.
You see, Lenny was not easy to describe. His actions at times, bothered the hell out of me. I didn't like the faggot `stuff' in public, but Lenny felt comfortable being who he was. He would flick a cigarette and wiggle like Marilyn in a tight red dress. Say what you will, he never failed to add life to a party. Many a night, I would see that my flamboyant friend got home safely. Sometimes, I would observe him pretty drunk, ride off with some trucker. Lenny was the perfect queer to accommodate a trucker's dick, in the bed of his rig.
I graduated from trade school, and although I still had much to learn, I had what I thought, was a firm grip on reality. And believe me; it wasn't so pretty for a gay guy to grip reality in a narrow minded southern town.
I wanted to soak in what I thought, was the real world. I understood that it was big and could be cruel. Still, I figured there were a lot of beautiful things, just waiting for me to come along. Boy, did I get that wrong. Sometimes prodigious things happen when you grow up with special talent or wealthy parents. In the real world, one measures success by results. Sometimes people just stumble across good luck and obtain worldly things. That no doubt, is what I was hoping for.
My given name is Myron, which sounds pretty awful, when all your friends have cool names. But that happens when you have parents who name you after a deceased Jewish grandfather. You know what I mean?
Still, it worked out all right because my friends called me Mike. I often wondered why my parents never considered naming me Michael. Besides, my grandfather was dead; so why stick me with a name so uncool. Yeah, well after all, it was Alabama. Need I say more? I could have been named `Billy-Bob."
At age 24, I moved to Philadelphia. I hadn't saved much money, so I struggled for about a month, scarcely getting by. I landed a temp job working for the city as assistant park controller. The name of the job was fancy but the work was crap. I rode around on a motorized vehicle and emptied trash cans. I yelled at kids breaking things and told park hustlers to move on. (Some were hot looking too)
I came across some cool gay people in the park. They helped me get settled and introduced me to Philadelphia nightlife. On weekends, I would spruce up, put on the hottest clothes I could find, and go to the gay clubs trying to make friends.
Yes, I know, guys go to a gay bar to find sex. Or at least be stared at. I did that also, but what I really needed was friends.
I won't bullshit anyone about being a gorgeous stud because that simply isn't true. Not everybody is gorgeous. Not every guy has a big cock and a great body. Although, hold on. I am not bad looking and I make out just fine. I simply don't want to paint a phony picture of myself.
"Okay, I can sense your questions. Since I am not writing for The Ladies Home Journal, I will tell you more. Read on.
Remember, I mentioned my friend, Lenny? Well, I hadn't seen him for 3 years.
One afternoon, I got a text from him. He was in Philadelphia. We met at the bus station. After all the hugging shit and crap like that, we ended up at my place and began reminiscing over a couple of beers and a bag of chips. Bottled Beer and chips were the limit to my entertaining budget at the time.
"Lenny, I asked, "How would you describe me?" "You know, look me over."
"You're a big queer," he replied laughing at me.
"No, now stop with the prissy bitch comments. Really how would you describe me?"
"Well, you are still a big queer but an adorable one – simply adorable. You are cute as a jack rabbit. I like your dark Italian look and you have a yummy apple butt. You are a little thin however. Try swallowing something besides dick and maybe you will gain a few pounds." You have a nice package between your legs, as I remember. Oh yeah, you also have perfect teeth. Should I go on?"
"No, I think you have it covered." I replied, feeling rather good about myself."
"Now, I have a question for you." Lenny blurted out.
"Okay"
"How is this for a starter? – I am horny as a swamp duck and want to suck some dick. "Want to fool around?"
Lenny was quirky. Asking direct questions was how he operated.
"Yeahhhh sure, I could use a blow job." I replied.
"Oh my God, Mike, are you serious? I thought for sure you would say NO. You are such a pilgrim when it comes to sex and frankly a bit boring"
"Boring!!! - Really?"
"Humm - well, just sometimes." (Damn it, I fucked that up, Lenny thought to himself.)
Lenny and I were friends going as far back as high school. Our mothers worked together for the telephone company. Our families were southern Baptist (Praise Jesus), but Lenny and I were heathens. We didn't take interest in anything unless it was between your legs.
We use to give each other hand jobs in the barn leaning on bales of hay. We thought that friends didn't suck off friends. When it came to sucking cock, it had to be a stranger. What dumb fucks we were. The real world was in our hands and we never knew it... That's what lack of experience can do for southern Baptist gay boys. Still, that was okay because we were learning about being an adult.
Lenny began bragging in his movie star voice. "I am a first-rate cock sucker. I can swallow your cock and your toes will point north."
"A-huh, you're good, alright. I heard that about you someplace. Or maybe I read it on the wall in the men's room - Faggot."
"I never thought you could read, besides. Who cares?" Lenny answered.
"Maybe I upset your feelings with the men's room comment. I was just playing with you trixie" I said.
"Oh yeah, well try playing with this smart guy." Lenny cupped the bulge between his legs and pushed his crotch towards me.
It brought back memories of our teen years.
Often when no one was around, we would watch gay porn together and critique the hell out of it. It seemed that there was always something wrong with the action. For certain, we were critical little pricks. However, we became sexually educated watching porn.
It was criminal to hear background music with seductive-booming noise and electric guitars (or whatever the hell, they were playing) competing with hot manly action. That nonsense was finally abandoned. But the film studios still didn't get the message. The new rage was natural sounds. Oh sure, Natural sounds that bordered on stupidity.
Porn's idea of natural sounds (according to directors) was grunting and breathing noises. The gagging moments however, were pretty cool. The groaning foolishness, like a wounded animal, was over the top. All that did was annoy people. Plus, how many times can a guy say `fuck yeah" before you scream – "Shut the hell up and shoot the damn load, you dumb son of a bitch."
No guy ever says, `fuck yeah' over and over when getting his rocks serviced. Okay, maybe once or twice but not 14 times.
No guy throws his head back, pants like a fool and rolls his eyes around like a virgin at a whore's convention. I have never seen a man do that, except perhaps when being filmed. Real fucking or sucking is not played with drama. The boner good stuff is piggish, slutty and hot. - "Can I have A-men?"
I know that cheating straight married men will stand (or lay) there completely quiet like a statue. "Yes-yes, porn has become corny. If you don't believe me; throw an adult movie in the DVD player and judge for yourself.
I could never grasp why porn directors didn't give the actors (and that's what they are- ACTORS} a few hot lines to say during the action. Not constant talking. Just a few choice lines here and there as needed to keep the intensity, alive and smoking hot.
Back to my story...
Lenny yanked me closer to him and ran the back of his hand over my crotch. I could feel my dick begin to swell and I was hot. I hadn't cum for more than a week. At 24 that can be a sexual lifetime. I had accumulated a build-up of white sticky gold.
"Holy shit, I haven't seen your dick in ages." Lenny said, as he nuzzled his face between my legs. "Hummmm, I've missed this. You're so beautiful."
My cock grew to around 6 inches fully erect and stood straight out. Lenny pulled my underwear down around my ankles and started slobbering all over me.
I grabbed the back of his head and held him close to me. With my other hand I squeezed open his mouth and his lips parted.
"Open up buddy, feed yourself, I am going to flood your face." I said to him. (Now, this is how gay porn is best presented) - I whispered in his ear.
"Yeah – yeah, Mike I know - let's do it"
I neglected to mention that I have large balls. Guys get their mouth around my nuts and they just suck away.
I find glances irresistible when people look between my legs at the bulge in my jeans. My cock isn't that big soft but my balls fill my underwear.
On lookers (men of course) will run their tongue across their lips? Then my cock gets hard and my crotch becomes quite a package. I come across as a sex pig, because I am always hard. Oh Jesus, here I am a horny Alabama faggot, confessing to the world.
My balls are a tall order to stuff into ones mouth. But hey, a lot of dudes manage to do it. I may be a little on the thin side but my ass cheeks are hard. My nuts are big, and my cock is a meal anytime of the day or night. "Do you get the picture?" – "Good, hold that thought"
"Ahhh, Lenny, suck that cock. Muther fucker, you are a hungry lady."
"I know Mike – I know. Feed me buddy, feed me."
"Suck my balls"
"Humm big balls, I love your nuts."
"Show me Lenny, how much you want to suck my crotch. Open that piggish mouth of yours and make Mikey happy. Chew my nuts buddy"
It was routine magic for the next few minutes. I could feel Lenny's big cock pressing against my legs as he leaned into me. He wasn't circumcised. He was really great. As teen agers, I would give him a hand job. Afterwards, I would smell my hand and lick my fingers. There were many loads of cum from that red headed cock shot into the hay. Such a shame because, they were lost forever. What a waste. They should have travelled down my throat, but I didn't understand the procedure at the time – But now, fuck it. I understand perfectly.
"Ehhhh man, that feels so good. Suck my nuts and work that tongue. Do you like my balls?" I asked him hoping for the right response.
"Yeahhh" – I am so excited that my heart is racing. Are they full of cum?" – Lenny asked.
"Oh yeah, really full. I haven't shot in a few days, so I hope you are hungry. Feed yourself buddy boy – feed yourself." - I replied several times.
I could feel the thick creamy juices stirring in my balls. Lenny was working on my shaft and deep throating my cock right to the hilt. My whole cock disappeared down his throat and he held it there. He had a fantastic gag reflex and his mouth worked like a tight pussy. It is every man's dream to have a mind blowing experience with their manhood. Damn, but Lenny was good at that.
I tried to hold back and savor the moment but my cock had other plans. I knew I couldn't last much longer. Lenny syphoned the cum from my balls like a sponge in warm milk.
"Stick out your tongue", I pleaded. "STOP, stick out your tongue – your food is coming"
Lenny ignored my pleading and just kept masturbating me with his mouth and squeezing my nuts at the same time.
That did it. I began to shake as ribbons of warm sticky man juice sprung from the head of my cock and directly into Lenny's mouth. He slurped and moved the sticky white baby cream around in his mouth.
He stuck out his tongue that was covered with cum to show me his prize. Gulp after gulp, he swallowed and nuzzled his nose in my sweaty crotch interested in smelling my balls.
"How was that Mike?"
"Holy shit, how can you hold cock down your throat for so long? It was mind blowing."
"It's a little trick that a drag queen showed me. It's all in slow breathing and your state of mind. Your dick is about 6 inches and it's delicious. I didn't have any problem with it, at all." "Six inches of cock, is about the limit for throat fucking, at least for me, that is. I tried it with a trucker who was over 8 inches and it wasn't my best performance. He was hot but needed a shower. Still, like a good cock sucker, I gave him the time of his life. And of course, a drink or two made it better.
"You are such a pig – but sooo talented. "Geese, such a little whore"
"WRONG – WRONG there is nothing little about me" Lenny said as he unzipped his pants and flopped his cock in my face. "I like being a whore. I get what I want and so do the men who need me."
"Oh, of course. I remember Little Red Riding Hood" I said, looking at his swollen dick.
We both laughed because as kids, I would play with his cock in the barn and run my fingers through his red crotch hair. We called his uncircumcised dick "Red Riding Hood" but, for sure, it was never little.
Lenny rubbed his cock back and forth across my lips. He pulled back his foreskin and exposed the moist red head of his cock. He knew that would turn me on. It did, his cock was like cologne to me.
Say what you will. This guy was a screaming faggot when he wanted to be. But between his legs, he was all man. I love red heads and his crotch always excited me.
Lenny had an intoxicating way about him. He dripped with hotness. When he pulled that magnificent piece of meat from his skimpy underwear, angels sang in my head.
I knew that this was my real world. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be having great sex with my childhood friend.
At first it was a bit confusing, but I shrugged that aside in exchange for lust. It's a good thing, or it's bad – but beautiful.
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