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It's been three days now, and I'm still scared shitless about what happened. I recently ran into an old friend of mine. I hadn't seen Randy in about 23 years. He was back in town to settle up his great uncle's estate (farm). The last I knew, Randy had joined the service, got married and had two girls. I had brought my truck into the garage to have the radiator patched (again). Randy was in there trying to sell his uncles old truck. We started talking, and I discovered he had been divorced for 9 years, and out of the service for almost the same. I told him that I was also divorced, no kids though,and was running my own machine shop.
We decided to meet later that night for a few drinks. I had already closed the shop early, so I headed down to the bar on foot, Randy said that he was going back to the farm to shower up, and he'd catch up to me later. I had probably had about three V.O's and a beer before Randy got there. We caught up on all the news, and Randy told me that his great uncle had died two weeks before, and that they had shipped his body to Georgia for the burial. He didn't have anyone, had never been married, and Randy's mother was his closest remaining relative, and with his mom suffering in a 'Rest Home' with Parkinson's disease she wasn't in any condition to deal with Randy, much less lawyers, morticians and the rest of it, so it was left up to him. Randy had to clear the house out of anything that he wanted, and to put it on the market. He said that where his mother was now was a decent place, but that if he could sell the farm, he'd be able to afford a really nice place that was about 20 minutes from where he lived. His uncle owed about $15,000 to various creditors, and that needed to be taken care of first. That's why it had taken Randy two weeks to get there, 'legal shit.'
It being a Thursday night, and Friday's being my slowest day in the shop, (most repairs, the rush ones anyway) had been done, and I had two employees that could run the garage for half a day, if not the whole day, so I offered Randy my help for the weekend. We discussed our ex wives, his kids, his service years, and my loneliness. Randy wanted to know if I was 'gettin' any lately. I told him that I got plenty, doing a jerk off with an empty glass. Randy got a big kick out of that, and said he knew only too well. He said he couldn't believe that a good lookin' buck like myself didn't have a woman, if not two or three. I told him that it was something that I had been working on, but with the summer in full swing, I was working 14 hour days, and barely had time to wipe my ass, and asked him exactly how many 'wenches' he had stashed back at the farm? Randy is the tall, dark, mean looking motherfucker type, even when he was smiling he seemed to sneer. Without a doubt he was decent enough guy, and all the women in the bar area of the restaraunt were definately checking him out, but if you didn't know him, and his military history, he would probably come off as well, somewhat of a hard nosed prick. I watched as Mavis, the waitress, zeroed in on us and that she was about to embarrass the piss outta me.Randy was in great shape. 7 and 1/2 years in the service had treated him well. He did a little flexing for me when I commented on his looks, just as Mavis, the waitress arrived with two more beers. Mavis noticed what Randy was doing, and as she slipped her hand down the front of my shirt and looking over at Randy, asked us how long Chippendales had been in town. I blushed like hell, and Randy laughed louder. This made us all laugh. Randy is no doubt a nice looking guy, but I've never seen a 41 year old male stripper. I've never seen any male strippers (except on t.v), and from what I recall, they looked on the pretty side, hairless, except for a considerable amount on their heads. I couldn't quite picture Randy on stage in a g-string, gyrating his hips. I imagine some women would actually start getting their painties soaked if he did, I guess, but something told me that Randy was not a dancer, of any kind. I introduced Mavis to Randy, and he turned on the charm for her.
Randy gave me a lift home, the entire ride he wanted to know the story on Mavis, and 'by the way, she doesn't look like a Mavis' , I told him that I agreed, and proceeded to tell him that she was 30, and that her brothers were probably my best friends, we played on the same softball team, snowmobiled together in the winter, generally raised hell whenever we had the oppurtunity etc... and that although she did not look like a Mavis to me either, that I had always considered her like a little sister. She didn't flirt with other guys like she did with me. If not for the family situation, she would have been in my bed a long time ago, I told him I had always felt that it was a crush when it started, some 15 years ago, and now
that she had 'tasted the fruits' for herself, some years past now, I'm sure, that it kind of embarrasses me. Randy asked about my ex, and what she thought of it all. He explained that he had pretty much taken care of the house, and just had to take care of the back sheds and barn. I told him no problem, to come and get me whenever he was ready. Randy said thanks for the beer, gave me a hug, and after telling me how great it was to run into me again, he jumped in his pickup and took off. I cooked a hamburger, and after eating, went to bed. After jacking off, I slipped off to sleep.
There was alot more work than Randy or I had expected. It seems that Randy's uncle did alot of everything. He was mostly known for fixing furniture and tying flies around town, but apparently he had his hand in everything. There were weld jobs that he had completed for people that had never returned to pick their shit up, a shit load of pickles that he had canned himself, as well as other odd jobs that he had done. He even had work orders, most with telephone numbers, so Randy figured he could contact most of the people, and hopefully he could return everyones property. We worked our asses off from 8 til 6:30. I'm two years older than Randy, and was able to hold my own with him. He seemed surprised. I didn't work out. By the grace of God, I've always been in good shape, the entire family was,
keeping most of the weight off without having to try. We had already made four trips to the local landfill by the time we decided to call it quits. After accepting Randy's offer to crash at the farm night, Randy informed me that he was taking me out to dinner. I told him that I would have to go home and shower up first, and upon thinking about the load that was already in the back of the truck, we decided to order some fried chicken from the bar and have it delivered. I made the phone call, and after speaking to Mavis, she agreed to send a case of beer along with the order, "Fried chicken and beer huh? Game on tonight right? Gonna sit on that gorgeous ass of yours, when you could be down here entertaining me til I get off work."
I told her that I had agreed to help Randy close up his uncles farm, and that the work alone today had turned my gorgeous ass into a tired one. She asked if I wanted her to come over and rub it a little, and after declining, she wanted to know how Randy's ass was feeling. I told her that he hadn't given me a chance to cop a feel yet, but that when he had, I'd let her know. She called me a slut, and we hung up.
The order was delivered, and we both ate with gusto. Randy said that I could go up and take a shower, and that he'd lend me some clothes to put on. I was about halfway through my shower (jerk off really, thinking about Mavis and the way she was coming on to Randy and I when suddenly the shower curtain opened and Randy stood there grinning at me from ear to ear.
"What?," I said, trying to hide my half hard dick
"Sorry guy, just wanted to tell you that I brought you in a pair of sweats, if you want a jock or a pair of briefs, they're in the next room on the bed, in my suitcase." He looked back at my still half hard cock, and started rubbing his chest, "I think I have something in there that MAY fit you, Jesus Christ guy, what got you worked up?" I explained about the call with Mavis. Yeah, here I am standing in the shower with a boner, and Randy wants to have a conversation. Turning away, I thought I heard Randy mumble something, and when I asked him what he said, he just shook his head.
Randy looked down at my still half hard dick, and said, "As you were, private," and saluted me. I debated on finishing up my jackoff session, and decided against it. I'm not sure whether I was concerned about Randy making another appearance, or if I was embarrassed by being caught by another man, stroking my cock. I decided to wait until I went to bed, and took a 'real' shower. For now, I soaped up , rinsed down, and got out. It was still hot as hell outside, and the bathroom was so steamy that I was beginning to sweat. I walked out into the hall, listening for Randy. There was only one other door opened upstairs, so that's the one I took. I stuck my head in the door, and didn't see Randy anywhere in sight. I returned to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, slung it around my shoulders and headed downstairs.
I found Randy on the back porch, standing there naked, feeding our dirty clothes into the washer. He just smiled at me, scratched his ball sack, and said that it was his turn to take a shower. I hadn't noticed that Randy had grabbed my clothes when he came into the bathroom, and as he headed out into the kitchen he said that he'd be right with me in a few minutes, "I'll just knock the sweat and crud off," he said, "and I'll be back in a few minutes." He told me that he had found what appeared to be his uncles stash of fuck flicks in the den, under the coffee table. He said to fix us a couple of drinks, and find something to watch.
After going through about half a dozen of the movies, I realized that Randy's uncle was either queer, or at least bisexual. There were a few straight flicks, but not many. I was relieved to see that at least his uncle wasn't into kiddie porn, regardless of his lifestyle. Most of the movies were inside their original boxes, but some were not. I chose the starightest one that I could find, which still had a small picture of one guy giving it to another guy in the ass. But from what I could tell, it was an orgy film, with everyone doing everything to everyone else.
Randy entered the den about five minutes later, carrying a fan and dressed in what I guessed to be his uncles bathrobe. He put the fan in the window, and plugged it in. Immediately the room felt 10 degrees cooler. Randy asked me what I thought of his uncles video collection, and I asked him if he knew that his uncle was into men. He told me that he had known since he was about 15, that his uncle caught him jacking off one summer, and instead of hollering at him, or giving him some privacy, his uncle walked over to him and pulled his own dick out, and proceeded to jerk off with him. Randy said he was surprised to find out then that grown men still jacked off, even after they were adults. He knew better now he said, winking at me. I immediately got embarrassed, remembering Randy walking in on me in the bathroom. I felt my face turn red, and Randy seemed to enjoy that immensely. He told me not to worry about, and that he still whacked off at least three times a day. I admitted to him that I too jacked off at least twice a day, but that I had never done it with my uncle or any other guy for that matter. Randy told me to put a movie in and that he would get two more drinks.
I got up off the couch and went over to the entertainment center. I found the remote and turned the tv on. I reached over and turned the vcr on. Before I could put the movie in that I had selected, the vcr kicked in and the tape already in the machine started to play. The first thing that I noticed was a huge set of balls slamming into what appeared to be an equally hung guys ass. I am no prude by any means, but I had never seen gay porn in my life. The camera had pulled back to show the guy getting fucked, also had a mouthful of dick. "We'll, you may as well turn the sound up." I spun around to find Randy standing there with the drinks in his hand. I started to tell him that the tape was already in the machine when I turned it on. Randy told me to relax, that he knew. He said he had checked out a couple of the movies last night after he had dropped me off. He said that he had found a tape with military guys in it, and got curious. "Check that shit out," he said, pointing back to the screen. When I looked back at the tv set, the cock that had been drilling the young privates mouth had pulled out and was shooting a huge load of cum onto the guys face. I immediately sprung a hard on. I couldn't help it. I think any guy who see's another guy busting a nut is going to get aroused, even if it was another guy who caused the orgasm. I watched as the big stud who was doing the fucking craned his head around his fuck buddy, and begin to lick his face clean! I had to sit down. My dick was half hard again, and was tenting the front of the sweatpants out. I limped my way back to the couch, feeling Randy's eyes eyeing the bulge. I sat down as discreetely as possible, trying to adjust my dick without making it obvious.
Randy walked to the entertainment center and grabbed both of the remotes. As he was returning to the couch, I noticed that the robe had opened up, and that Randy's dick was in the same condition as my own. Randy sat back down and stopped the tape. I told him that the tape I had picked out was on top of the stereo. Randy said that he wanted to show me something first. He pushed rewind on the remote, and after a few moments of rewinding and fast forwarding, Randy said that I just had to see this. The screen showed a young private laying on his back with his legs in the air. He was stroking an incredibly long dick. A head and pair of shoulders appears in the shot, and the guys head moves into the young mans ass crack. Randy said that this was the 'raunchiest thing that he had ever seen.' I watched who I guessed to be the seargent, stick out his tongue, and lick the young man's asshole. The private's hips slammed up into the air, as the camera zoomed in and showed the tongue slip into the young man's ass. I told Randy that he was right, that this was 'raunchy.' He laughed and said that I hadn't seen shit yet. He fast forwarded a bit, and I noticed that another guy had joined the scene. The tounge fucker had replaced his tounge with his cock, and after a few fast plunges, had pulled out and shot his load all over the young man's asshole. The guy who had just shot his load all over the kid's ass pulled away, and another head and pair of shoulders appeared. An incredibly mean looking face proceeded to lick the cum off of the still twitching ass cheeks, and then started to suck the cum covering the asshole. I almost exploded in my sweats. I have never seen anything so 'raunchy' and yet so stimulating in my life. I looked over at Randy who was now blatanly stroking at least a nine inch dick. My mouth had gone dry, and I was at a complete loss of words. What could I say? "Hey, Randy, I know that it's your dick and all, but would you mind not doing that in front of me, because you see, I'm about to exlplode myself, and two grown men jacking off with each other, watching gay fuck flicks aside, was just not right.?" Randy pulled on his ball a few times, and then covered himself back up. I know now (I think), that it was then that I was aware that something 'different' was going on here. At the time, I tried to tell myself that my hard on was due to all of the action on the screen, and that it didn't matter that it was men. It was basically just raw sex, and that any guy would become aroused watching this shit. I watched as Randy kept his eyes glued to the ass licking scene, while he had reopened his robe, and was now rubbing his ice filled glass along his dick. Randy apologized and said that he couldn't help it, and that he could just imagine how good that felt. I asked him which one, getting eaten, or being the eater. I knew which one he meant, I had often fantasized about a hot tounge probing my asshole, but I thought I'd give him a hard time. I was floored as Randy reached over with his free hand and grabbed my throbbing dick through the sweats, and squeezed it. "Either," he said, "or both. Goddamn man, didn't you finish that thing off upstairs? Naw I guess you didn't," he said as we bothed watch a wet spot appear at the top of his hand. He released his hand, much to my relief (dismay?), and stood up. I watched as he dropped his bathrobe and headed for the stairs.
I had started to shake by this point, and was never more confused (or excited, I think) in my life. I waited what seemed like hours for Randy to return. What the fuck was he doing? Was he waiting for me to follow him upstairs? If I did, then that would mean that I was interested. But I was, right? I didn't know, but I did start to think of something. I've had alot of friends tell me about the hottest night of sex that they have ever had. I can tell when it's a line, and when it's not. I've got a nephew who tells me of his excursions after every one of them occur, (he's a very happy kid, it seems), and one common theme that runs among every story that I've heard, is, there were more than two people involved. A friend of mine who's around my age recently had told me a story of a night when he was 20, and his girl and he, and about four other couples went camping in Maine. They had found a private cove, and set up their tents along the beach of an inland lake. After an afternoon of partying, they all settled in for sleep. He said it wasn't long before the moans and groans could be heard coming from each tent. He said eventually, after many orgasms, they all climbed out of their tents and went skinny dipping. After the swim, some of the couples had gathered around the still burning fire, and proceeded to fuck again. He said that he and his girl, and one other couple, stood there and watched the other couples fuck like a bunch of rabbits, until they couldn't stand it any longer, and proceeded to drop to the sand and fuck, while watching the other couples. He said that seeing all of the humping bodies, still wet from the water, and the fact that they were all watching each other fuck, had been the horniest thing he had ever experienced, and something that he remembered as if it had happened last week. Another friend, my younger brother's friend, has recanted the time that at 25, a coworker of his had invited him over to fuck his wife while he watched, and eventually got involved himself.
Nothing of that sort has ever happened to me,ever, and, I wanted it to. To at least experience one mind blowing sexual experience. I've had good pussy and bad pussy, and well, it's all been good pussy, but I have never experienced, as my younger brother says,"just totally losing yourself in the moment, and then making that moment last for hours, (and when he was younger, I guess for weekends), there is nothing else like it". He would go on to tell me that making love was great, but sometimes you just had to ask her if she just wanted to fuck, and that I'd be surprised at how many women would say,"let's fuck." I wasn't sure that I wanted my 'experience' to be with another man, but as I sat there on the couch watching two 'older' army pals 69 each other, with a private standing in the doorway watching them, fisting his rod, I decided to check and see if my clothes were dry yet, and if they were, I'd see how far Randy was willing to go, and that if I had read him wrong, I'd get dressed and get the hell out of there. I grabbed the emty glasses and brought them into the kitchen. After pouring two straights, no ice, I took my drink out onto the back porch and checked the clothes.
The dryer was empty and the washer was still full. That plan was out. And as I stood on the back porch slugging down my drink, I laughed at myself. What the fuck was I thinking, anyway? I decided then that this would be my last drink for the evening. The sound of Randy coming down the stairs brought me back out of a fog, and I started unloading the washer and filled the dryer. I heard Randy holler to me, and after hollering back to him, letting him no where I was, I continued to load the dryer. My mind had shifted to the truck, to the shop, to Mavis, and as I pulled the last of the wash from the washer, I noticed that I had Randy's jockstarp in my hand. Now I'll be honest, my entire life, I have always equated jockstraps with men's dirty underwear. I haven't worn a strap in about 20 years, and although I play softball, and some of the guys on the team wear them, I have never found them comfortable, and considered them the tightest of nutsacks. Now, here I was, holding Randy's pouch in my hand, and all I could think of was how hot it would feel if I put it on wet. I heard Randy walking through the kitchen so I tossed the strap into the dryer, shut the door, and turned it on. I turned around and Randy was standing there looking at me.
Randy told me to go on into the den and that he'd top my drink off. I told him that I had had my limit for the night, and was ready to hit the hay. Randy laughed and said no way in hell were we crapping out this early, and that he had something else to show me. I laughed and said that he had shown me quite a bit already, and that I was somewhat on the drunk side. As I entered the den, I noticed that Randy had pushed the coffee table aside, and had spread a comforter onto the floor, covered with a sheet and two pillows. The t.v set was now showing the 10:00 p.m news. Randy returned a few seconds later and after handing me another drink, told me that since it was so hot upstairs, he figured we should sleep down here. I gave this a thought for a second, and apparently Randy noticed my hesitation, because he said that I could have the couch if I wanted, but that it wasn't comfortable to sit on, much less sleep on. I told Randy that the floor would be fine, but that he would have to promise that he wouldn't take advantage of me. Randy laughed and said that he couldn't make any promises, but that he would try his best to keep his hands to himself. He had put on a pair of briefs, apparently while I was out on the back porch, and was now standing there gripping his dick through the cotton. I knew what he meant, about keeping his hands to himself, I mean. I rolled my eyes at him, and we both laughed. The sexual tension was returning now, and I slipped under the sheet to hide my hardening dick. Randy would not fucking quit, and I was now sure that he knew what he was doing.
I watched Randy walk to the bookshelf on the other side of the room, and grab three video tapes. As he returned, I noticed that he was looking me right in the eye, and that his 'sneer/smile' had returned. I could tell that the videos were the blank type kind, although I was almost positive that these tapes were not blank. I watched Randy as he walked to the entertainment center. I have to admit that he looked really good from behind. He had a man's ass. It wasn't big, and it didn't dissappear either. He had what my ex wife called "a great set of haunches." Without a doubt, he knew what he was doing. But how did he know that I wouldn't go bullistic and deck him? Out of the blue, my head was filled with the thought of him standing there in a jockstrap, bending over and showing me his ass, and maybe even a glimpse of his asshole. I've always figured that if you were ever in a situation like this, and a man allowed you to see his asshole, the most vulnerable, maybe even more so than the balls, place on a man's body, chances were, he was offering you something. I just couldn't believe that Randy was like that, and guessed that he was a fucking exhibitionist and left it at that. Randy inserted one of the tapes, walked over and turned a lamp on, and joined me on the floor, lying ontop of the sheet.
"I hope you don't get pissed about this, but I bet you didn't know how photogenic you are, or what ever they call it on video."
"What the fuck are you talking about!!?? " I sat up, and for some fucked up reason, I started shaking, and getting really nervous. Randy laughed his ass off, leaned over and grabbed my shoulder. It calmed me down a little, either the laugh, or the hand.
"Unless you got really wasted one night and did something you 'obviously' would never do, I haven't seen all of these home made tapes yet by the way, and there are more of these, than there are of those," he says, tilting his head to the bottom of the coffee table, "I'm pretty sure your o.k. I do think my uncle liked you though, alot, and a couple of your team mates, and a couple of the opponents, and a couple guys in the stands, hell, he must have walked around with a constant hardon at those games. He did the same thing down to the beach, down to the lake, everywhere."
At about the same time that I finally realized what he was talking about, a softball game had appeared on the screen. I instantly recognized our uniforms, and the opponent's as Darby's ( three towns over). The game was at our park, I took it for granted that Randy's uncle was the one that was filming. That was another job that he did. You would usually see him at community events, school games etc..video taping for the local access channel. He also hired himself out for weddings, graduations, did the dubbing and editing crap, the whole nine yards. I had always heard he did good work, and was about to see for myself.
I remembered that game, we lost 4-3, but was probably the best game we had that season. I was looking forward to watching the game, when what I saw on the screen was my face up close, playing third, then it pulled back slightly and ran up and down my body, stopping finally on my crotch. I noticed that Randy was staring at me. I looked over at him and said, 'hey what can I say?" and gave him a wink. He laughed and told me to listen. Randy used the remote to turn the volume up, and a couple of seconds later, I heard, which was without a doubt, Randy's uncle, say, as the camera returned to an almost uncomfortable close up of my face,"Jesus Christ, I'd eat that man raw!! Look at the mouth on that guy, I'd love to shoot a load all over that moustache." Randy was still staring at me, and I knew he was waiting for a reaction. I looked back at the screen and was relieved (?) to see number 14's ass filling the screen. He was their pitcher, couldn't hit worth shit, but has a mean underhanded (even in slow pitch) 'sinker.' I heard Randy's uncle say something about eating that kids ass until he begged to get fucked. I watched as the camera zoomed in on half the team. Myself and our centerfielder, as well as short stop, got most of the "airtime." I have to admit that I was a little flattered, who wouldn't be? I've been come on to by guys before, and although I've always refused, I can only think of once or twice that I've actually gotten pissed off, and they were times when I was literally groped after turning them down. And I've never really cared when I knew that another guy was checking me out, but that shower scene tonight had definately thrown me. To each his own, and my own is my own. It's mine to play with, right? (Probably the best advice that my old man ever gave me.)
The camera had returned to me, only now, Randy's uncle had moved up along the left base line. The camera was scanning my body again, this time resting on my hips. I heard Randy say something about a 'nice ass,' and then chuckle. The camera returned to my face, swing over to short, then center, and then back to me, and I heard his uncle say "Half these fucking guys have no idea how fucking hot they are, you know it?" In a somewhat quieter voice, someone else said," Yeah, it's a shame." I looked over at Randy, and he just shrugged his shoulders at me. The new voice was more familiar to me than Randy's uncle's was, and I knew it was his uncle the first time I had heard him speak, but I couldn't place THIS fucking voice!!! Randy asked me what I thought so far, and for some stupid reason, all I could think of to say was, "No autographs, please." This cracked both of us up. Randy asked if I was ready for another drink, and I surprised myself by asking for a beer.
"Good idea man, that'll be two beers, coming up." I watched as Randy stood up, scratching his hairy chest. I don't know if I was trying to intimidate him, and if I was, I don't really know the reason, but I scanned his body with my eyes, and I let him see me do it. Randy was by no means intimidated by my actions, and seemed to get into it. He swung his arms up and wrapped them over and around his head, shoved his hips forward and asked me if he was "video material." I told him definately, and that I'd buy it.
"Are you trying to seduce me Ken?", he said with a definate smile.
"Maybe." I have no idea where that came from, and hoped that he didn't take me seriously.
"Promises, promises," was his reply, and as he turned to head to the kitchen, and he knew I was watching, he patted his ass, and mumbled something.
Without consciously having made a decision, I knew then, that if anything was going to happen, that I would let it. This would be my one memorable 'event.' It wouldn't be a threeway or group thing, something that I still wanted to try at least once, but I still was not completely convinced that I was being seduced. I mean, was he as nervous as I was?, how far would we/he/I let things go? I looked back at the screen, and saw that the camera was now focused on a man leaning against his truck in the parking lot. The guy had a huge package packed in his denims, and it was obvious that he liked showing it off. My cock was now harder than it had been at any time that day so far, which by now had been a few. I knew that it was mostly due to the nervousness I was feeling, getting ready, maybe, to do something 'taboo'. Still today, I think that that is the major reason that I decided to go through with it. I knew it was 'taboo,' and that thought alone made my balls tighten. Whenever I've known that I was gonna get laid, 'a sure thing,' I guess you'd call it, the antcipation was almost as good as the pussy. Of course, as a kid, two minutes of foreplay, was three minutes too long, but as I've grown older, I actually find my self getting into the foreplay, flirting, and anticipating it, you know what I mean? And this was definately 'new territory' for me. Randy had peaked my curiosity when he squeezed my dick through the sweatpants, he could feel it, without a doubt, and we both saw the results, a great big fucking wetspot, the likes of which I don't remember having since I was around fifteen years old. My dick leaked constantly back then. I remember jerking off 7 or 8 times a day back then, and coming up with a sizable load each and every time. Now I lay here with a raging hardon,(all day long it seems as if it's been nothing but sexual inuendos), and this is not an excuse, it's not, but, my dick had gotten stiff more than once that day, too many times honestly, and with no relief, it actually started to feel painful, I swear, one of those 15 years old, piss morning hardons, that's what it felt like. It had crossed my mind that we were maybe just flattering each other, you know? Maybe flattering is the wrong word here, but you know, maybe stroking each other's egos, both of us divorved, in probably our 'early, middle ages.' that kind of thing. But there was no denying the tension, and maybe anticipation as well, that had been in the air since at least dinner, (if not even before that when I think about it now), and running these thoughts through my head, only had caused my dick to 'hurt', (I'm really serious), even more.
I still couldn't figure out what made Randy stop feeling me up. I know that I froze for a second, but another hand, ANY other hand other than my own on my dick, was bound to get a response. The few times that I had been groped by men before, had always kind of repulsed me, but when Randy did it, I actually started to spew precum all over myself. He had asked whether I had 'finished what I started in the shower,' and then said that he could tell that I hadn't. And he HAD said "either, or both", to the comment about some guy's cum covered ass. Taken separately, these incidents I would have passed off as 'half drunk mano to mano horseplay,' but taken together, (and Randy didn't just give me a squeeze, he actually stroked me a couple of times, enough to make me start to cream precum), and then there was the "Men of the Military" tape, I figured that he was into this (at least for curiosity's sake) as much as I was.
I checked the room to see if Randy was coming back in, and when I saw the coast was clear, I reached under the sheet and peeled the sweats off. I looked down and saw my dick oozing precum, and smiling to myself, I used Randy's sweats to wipe the pools of precum off of my pelvis. I tossed the sweats over my head, onto the couch, and stretched out under the cool sheet, finally giving in to my state of arousal, and started to stroke my dick, while I watched Randy's uncle's camera settle in on the shortstop again, one of Mavis's brothers. Although if I thought about it, I'd say that the centerfielder was definately the best looking guy on the team, tall, lanky, dark skinned, and he had the most 'innocent' look of any of us, Terry, the shortstop was a nice looking guy, but, I couldn't help but feel a little egotistical when the camera again zeroed in on me again. The actual thought of knowing that Randy's uncle ('a real man's man'), was turned on by me, and had maybe even jerked off while watching me on video, was incredible.
I know that I'm not hard to look at, but I never considered myself the 'Playgirl' type. My body has been on this planet for 43 long years. My body is still hard (well, still tight anyway), but I guess that I always thought that queer (gay,happy, bi,whatever) men, were into the teenagers, especially the older ones, and I couldn't imagine why this guy was filming me instead of all the young bucks around the park. I guess this is the epitamy (sp) of narsascim, but as I watched myself on the screen, I was actually getting turned on. Randy came back in and handed me a beer. Before he got down on the floor, he grabbed the sweats that I had been wearing, and started to roll them up. I told him that I had taken them off because it was getting hot. Randy apogized for the heat, and as he got to the end of the pants leg, I saw that it looked like someone had shot off all over one leg of the sweats. It was too late to take them from him, and it wouldn't have mattered, he had already felt it. I grimmaced as I watched him look at the sweats, then to his hand, then back at the sweats. And then at me.
I watched as he lifted the sweatpants to his face and sniffed. Randy held his hand up to his face, aimed it towards the lamp, and looked at it. I knew that he thought that I had been in there jerking off, and I wanted to tell him that I hadn't, but before I could say anything, he pulled his briefs down to his thighs, and wrapped the cum soaked sweats around his dick and started beating off, standing over me.
"Goddamn Ken, I wish you would have waited, shit!!!!" I knew what he meant, so throwing caution to the wind, I pulled the sheet off of myself, and showed Randy the biggest hardon that I have ever had.
"Jesus, guy, you still ready to go?" he asked, seeing my dick and the state that it was in.
"I haven't cum since last night, fuckhead, after you dropped me off. You embarrassed the shit out of me upstairs in the bathroom though, nice fucking timing, guy. I'm just so fucking horny right now, look at this shit," I said, squeezing streams of precum out of my dick and allowing it to run down into my pubic hair. I could just make out a groan from Randy, as I looked up and saw him watching me, while stroking his dick with one hand, and with the other, he was pulling on one of his nipples.
"Goddamn, you are ready then, huh?. I.... just wanted to know, well......, wanted to see if you might be interested in jerking off together, you know, I do believe that we both need to do something pretty quick. I don't mean, do anything 'together,' I just wanted, well, you know....." I watched as a long string of precum oozed from his dick. From my view, it appeared that my friend had about a 12 inch cock, but what surprised me the most were his nuts. Those fuckers looked to be the size of fucking hens eggs, and they hung low, I mean real low. It was surprising because when I'm leaking like he was, my nuts draw up close to my body, ready to explode. Randy's on the other hand, were swinging back and forth with each stroke of his hand. "We're both men here, right? I mean were over 21, we're both horny as hell, and I for one, (well, my uncle did too, I suppose), wouldn't mind watching to see how you get yourself off." As far as I was concerned, he had just cinched the deal.
"Do you want to put a tape in, or what?" I asked him, watching as he started to crouch down and slide onto the floor along side of me. I noticed that his dick was only a little bigger than my own at this level, and that staring up into another guys crotch from a prone position is enough to make any man a little nervous, and envious, but his dick was not quite as large as it first appeared. I didn't give a fuck about the size of it to begin with. I had seen it half hard a couple of times already that day. No, I didn't care about the size of his equipment, but I can definately appreciate any guy that is bold enough to show it off, to whomever. And that's what I was doing myself, showing off, for him, or to him. Either way, I did a mental check to remember the sight of him standing over me, obviously enjoying his view as well, as he stroked on his dripping dick, watching me do the same. This was more than likely to never happen again, and I have to admit, I wanted some jerkoff material for future refence. But more than that, I wanted to be able to completely remember MY 'one experience,' although I knew I would never repeat the story to anyone, (now, ain't that fucking ironic to put in a post?).
"Do you want that orgy flick?", he asked, placing his hand on my thigh as he stood up. I realize now that that was our first actual contact, ( I didn't really count him gripping me through the sweats, but hell, that was more forward than what he was doing right now). "Wait a sec, Ken, let me show you one more tape. It kinda flipped me out last night, because my uncle is in it, and it's weird to see him walking, (well, he's not actually doing too much walking in the video) and talking, he does alot of that, talking, I mean, but there is SOMEONE else in the video that you know. And know pretty well I'd say. You want to see it?" At this point, I really didn't care whether we watched a video or not. I had given in to the alcohol by now, and instead of fighting the buzz, I had started to relax, and decided to lay back and enjoy the ride. I was a little uncomfortable (I'm not sure if that is the word I'm looking for) on actually seeing somebody that I knew, doing God knows what, on film, but I told him to 'wind it up,' and asked was it anything that was going to shock me. He laughed at that, and said, "Yeah, it may shock you, especially when you see who it is, and it does get 'somewhat raunchy,' it's not like it's a video tape of a ball game or anything, but it's not hardcore either, I guess."
At that point, I think all that I really wanted to do was blow my nuts, and watch Randy do the same, but there was something in his voice, and his eyes, and the way that he was watching me frig myself, that had me curious. "Go for it, I'm drunk Randy, and if it shocks me that much, well, maybe I'll forget it by morning."
"I doubt it," he said, as he went to the entertainment center and put in another of the 'blank' tapes. After inserting the tape, instead of laying down beside me on the floor, Randy sat on the couch, pulled his briefs the rest of the way off, patted me on the head, and told me to check 'this out.' I watched as the tape automatically started in. The screen had a few lines in it, the tape waiting for the auto tracking to kick in, but already, I could tell that there was a naked body on the screen, and because of the hair covering what parts of the body that I could see, I knew it was male. I guess I knew that already. When the tape finally straightened itself out, there was no doubt about who I was watching. It was Rick, the owner of the garage that I had brought my truck to the day before. There was Rick, laying on what I took to be Randy's great uncle's bed, fisting what was probably the longest fucking dick I have ever seen in my life, including porn that I have seen. I mean, this fucking thing was long! Not thick, actually, it looked a liitle too thin for the lenght of it even, but I mean fucking long! Where the fuck did he put that thing when he wasn't using it? I watched as Rick lay there stroking his meat, staring into the camera.
Randy's uncle's voice came over the set, telling Rick to lift his legs up and show his hole. Without hesitation, Rick lifted his legs up, and started to finger his asshole. As the camera zoomed in on the asshole/finger action, I realized that it was Rick's voice that I had heard on the video, the one that I couldn't place. I turned around and looked at Randy, wondering why he had shrugged when I had asked him about the voice earlier. Randy wasn't looking at the screen anymore, he was looking at me with a look that I still can't explain. It took me a second or two, but I know now that Randy was waiting for me to put two and three together. ...... I had run into Randy more than twenty years after I had last seen him, .......in Rick's garage. Randy laughed and said that he really did go down there to sell his uncle's truck, but that he had already decided to give Rick the tape back, he had watched it the night before, and after realizing who it actually was, figured that Rick couldn't be too comfortable knowing that the tape was 'out there' somewhere. And when he saw me at the shop, he figured that he'd talk to Rick later, and if he didn't, he figured he'd mail it or something, and if it didn't come to that, that he'd just burn it, or something.
Rick is married, has six fucking kids, as a matter of fact, and I think he's around 56/57 years old. Hard working man, too. We had a flood through here four years ago, a MAJOR flood, and Rick, after getting his exteneded family across the river, along with quite a few other families as well, had gone back across the river to see if there was anyone left on, what was by this time an island, and upon finding no one else, proceeded to save family pets, and even hearded cattle and horses and other livestock into the river and forced almost all of them across. This guy was a fucking hero in this town, and here I lay, stroking my dick in front of Randy, and watching him finger his asshole while he jerks off for Randy's great uncle, or at least the camera. There was quite a bit of dialouge going on, from Rick as well as the "camera man," and the talk was pure filth... "Let me see you finger that man pussy. Stroke that cock Rick, I want to see you shoot whatever you have left all over your chest. Finger that fucking hole man, DO IT!!! You like your body, don't you? You're into this, ain't you? You like me watching you stroke yourself, I can tell. You like getting off in front of the camera, don't you? I'd love to see you and a few of your boys getting into this, you think any of them are interested? Watching dad beat his cock until he unloaded?"
"I'm gonna shoot Jim! HARD!!!! This is what you wanted to see, right? Watch me cum? On tape right? Tape this then....." I watched as Rick jammed what looked like another finger into his own ass, and after a couple of strokes, his dick went an even darker red than I would imagine was possible on video tape, and started to spew, what to me, seemed to be an endless supply of cum.
Randy reached over and 'thumbed' my cockhead, rubbing the precum back into my dick. I couldn't help myself, and I started to feel his chest over. When my fingers latched onto his tit, his hand slid down my dick, I mean to the fucking root, and he grabbed my head with his other hand, and jammed my mouth onto his other tit. I could actually feel his nipple get erect in my mouth.
"Bite that fucker Ken!!! Oh, shit yeah! Harder, come on man, bite it!!" I flicked the nipple a few times with just the tip of my tounge, (I couldn't believe how hard a man's nipple could actually get.) I opened my mouth and zeroed in. Randy's hand was now running up and down my shaft, instead of really jerking me off. His hand was incredible, it felt completely different than my own. As I started to really work his tit over with my teeth, Randy let out another loud moan. "Oh fuck Ken, I'm glad you're into this, you don't know how fucking horny I am."
I know I was somewhat dissappointed when he pulled away. He looked me in the eye as he roughly pushed me onto my back, and then climbed on top of me. I instinctively froze up, and Randy could tell. He stretched out on top of me and leaned in close. No fucking way was I going to kiss this guy!! Randy put his mouth close to my ear and said,"Relax, Ken, I just want to feel your body for a minute."He lowered his body down over mine, and ground our dicks together.
"Oh man, you feel so fucking good. I like this, I mean, I really like this. Are you o.k Ken?" This felt incredible! I think it was the body hair. I mean, I love the feel of a soft, somewhat plump gal, laying back, under me, while I throw the bone to her. The smell, the smooth feeling of her skin. Christ, I love it. I think about it all the time. But what this guy was making me feel like was intense. I didn't feel like a woman underneath him, we were both men here, without a doubt, and I believe that that is what had us both so worked up.
"I'm great man, you feel good," and with that, my arms reached around his back, and as I slowly moved my hands down to his ass, I raised my pelvis up into his, grinding our dicks together. He moaned again as I grabbed his ass and pulled him down onto me harder. It was weird grabbing his ass like that. But I liked it. I liked the 'power' that I could feel in his haunches.
Randy nuzzled my ear again, and said, "I want to taste you Ken, you ok with that?" I didn't know exactly what he meant, but as long as it didn't mean kissing, I would let him do anything with his mouth that he wanted to.
"Why don't you go get us two more beers, and I want to see that military tape again, ok?" Randy gave me a wicked grin, and asked if I was sure. I pulled his ass into me once more, confirming his question.
Randy said, "I didn't know what your reaction would be, but," as he pulled away from me and got on his knees, he grabbed my throbbing dick and gave it a few quick but powerful squeezes, "I'm really glad you like it." I watched as he rose to his feet, and noticed again, how huge his dick really looked from this angle."Incredible," I said.
"You are that, Ken, be right back."
I staggered to my feet, and after getting oriented, I made my way to the entertainment center and replaced the tape. I was still working with the remote control, trying to rewind the tape when Randy returned. "Here, let me get that for you, you've got the wrong one." Randy took the remote from my hand and replaced it with a cold beer. I could only watch him as he returned to the couch for the other remote. Jesus Christ, I wanted this guy! I don't know how I wanted him, or in what way, but I knew that I wanted to feel his body again. Didn't care if it was wrong, either. Fuck it. Randy knew what I was thinking, becaus he stood there smiling at me as I was lost in thought. This guy new that I was turned on, and that I was actualy turned on by him. I didn't care about that either. Fuck it.
Randy walked over to me and put his hand on my stomach, right above my dick hair, and stepped behind me to rub his half hard dick against my ass. He raised his mouth to my ear and said, "Ken, you feel so fucking good, I can't believe this! Come over here." He led us to a large gun case to the left of the entertainment center. As we approached the gun rack, Randy removed his hand for a second, and pressing his dick into the crack of my ass, reached out and opened one of the doors to the cabinet. There was a mirror on the inside, and because the case was only a third full, we had a good view of ourselves. Randy returned his hand to my lower stomach, and leaning into my ear again,said, "Look at that man. Look at you."
Randy had started a slow movement with his hand down to my dick."Look at that fucking cock. You're hung like a fucking mule." With his other hand, he reached around me and began to rub my chest. "You have no idea how sexy you are, do you? Christ man, you had that Mavis gal there ready to cum in her panties, and you've definately got me interested, and I wasn't even sure that I was into guys. You know, if I looked like you, I'd put a mirror over my bed, and never leave. And you really have no idea, do you?" Randy moved both hands to my hips and ground his dick into my crack, and groaned. Our eyes locked onto each other in the mirror. We looked like two, wild crazy mother fuckers. I don't know, it didn't really look like us. I mean it was definately two men, but I mean, I wasn't really seeing Randy or myself, I just saw two guys that looked kind of wild, covered with sweat. Randy started to tongue my ear, and when he found out how crazy that made me, he really went for it. That always been an incredible turn on, and after I got used to feeling his moustache, I let him go for it. Randy's breath had increased, and not just because of the proximity to my ear. I watched in the mirror as the two men began to lose themselves. Although when Randy had first started tu hump my ass, I had become a little nervous, now that I knew that his intentions were to only enjoy the motions, I relaxed my ass cheeks a little, and allowed him to really slip in between them. Every once in a while, he would really bend at the knees, and his shaft would run along my asshole. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Randy continued to tongue my ear while he said, "I want to taste every inch of your fucking body tonight. You let me do that for an hour, and the rest of the night is yours. I want to get you in my bed, Ken. I'll stop whenever you say so. Look at you for Christ sake," he said, motioning to the mirror,"give me even 30 minutes of that body, and you call the shots for the rest of the night, deal?"
"I don't care what you do Randy, I'm right here with you man, and I'm glad I'm here, really." And I meant it. I did. I needed to get off, in the worse kind of way. I had had about five too many full erections throughout the day, and my groin was actually aching. Randy started to run his fingers along my shaft. Instead of the jerking motion that I was familiar with, he was just lightly touching my rod with just his fingertips, running them up and down the length. The feeling was more than incredible, and combined with Randy working over my ear and neck now, ropes of precum were actually stretching from my dick to the floor. I told Randy that I thought I was gonna shoot, and he immediately backed off. I waited as Randy closed the cabinet door, preesing his dick against my back door. Randy grabbed his beer from the discarded coffee table and asked me to join him on the floor. As I walked over to the makeshift bed, Randy pressed play on the remote control and the tape begun. We lay on our backs, with our heads propped up on the couch on our pillows. As the credits rolled, Randy pressed the fast forward button.
"Impatient fucker aren't you?" I said, laughing.
Randy reached down and tugged on my nuts, causing my still leaking dick to stand on end. The head was covered with precum, but there was actually a gob of cum rolling down my cockhead. I hadn't leaked cum since I was in my teens!
"I'd say you're a pretty impatient fucker yourself there, guy. I've got at least 25 more minutes, right? ( I nodded). You hold off for at least that long, and I'll definately make it worth your while."
In one swift motion, Randy maneuvered himself, and stuck the head of my dick in his mouth. Instinctively, I grabbed the back of his head and tried to force more of my dick into his warm mouth, (actually, his mouth felt like it was on fire). Randy backed off of my dick, looking up at me. There was a string of my juices still clinging to my dickhead, and still connected to his moustache. I reached up to wipe it away, and Randy knocked my hand away. At first I thought that I had done something wrong, until I watched as Randy returned to my dick, and took a little more than half of my dick into his throat. It was a quick move, and he didn't leave it in his mouth very long, but it was long enough to clean my dick up very nicely. He looked up at me and smiled. My hands immediately went for my throbbing dick, wrapping both hands around it, I started to hump my fists. Randy watched for about half a minute, and then he grabbed at my wrist and pulled them away from my cock.
"I've got 25 minutes, right? You keep your hands to yourself, and let me take care of that for you."
"Damn," I replied, "I thought I was keeping my hands to myself."
"Yeah, o.k, you're funny Ken, granted, but I just want you to lay back, and see if another guy can get you off, alright?" I sank down onto my back, watching Randy very closely. Randy was frigging himself as he ran one hand over my chest, stopping every once in a while to pinch one of my tits. "You know, Ken, when I've fantasized about guys before, it's always been some young guy, you know late teens, early twenties. You know, the boy next door type, or kid down the block. I just figured that they'd be hotter in bed you know? Young and always horny, but guy, I've got to tell you, you've got the kind of body that makes them look like girls."
"I don't think that they would kick you out of their bed either Randy, Jesus man, You've got a great body too," I said, as I reached for his chest.
"Hands down big guy, and just lay back and enjoy it,'" he said, as he again grabbed my wrist and placed it at my side."Why don't you lay sideways, then you can watch the video, if you want to."
I moved my beer, and swung myself sideways across the sheet. Randy had grabbed my pillow, and leaning over me, he wedged it under my head. I forgot what I was supposed to do, (or not do), and I reached up to pull him on top of me. I wanted to feel him against me again. I wanted him to rub his hard dick all over mine. I wanted to feel that ass again, maybe more. Randy laughed again and told me to relax. I lay back down and turned my head. On the screen, I watched as a young private sat on a toilet and began to jerk off. My eyes were glued to the young buck. I'd watch his face, and noticed that he was really into what he was doing, and would have had the same expression had the camera not been there. This kid loved his body, you could tell, and from the expression on the seargents face when he burst into the cubicle and caught the kid slamming his meat, he liked what he saw too, because he went to his knees and deep throated the kid.
By this time, Randy had begun to run his hands over my upper body. I looked at him and he smiled. Randy opened my legs at the knees, and after staring down at my throbbing cock for a few seconds, stroking his own meat, he manuevered his knees inside of mine. Randy grabbed hold of his dick with one hand, and with the other, he started that 'feathery touch' thing with his fingertips again. I was going fucking crazy. Randy looked from the screen, back down to my face, and after asking me if I was o.k, told me to "check that out," motioning with his head to look at the screen. Randy had turned the sound up, probably a little too much, but seeing as this was a rural area, we didn't have to worry about the neighbors hearing. The sounds coming from the screen were intense. The sergeant was deep throating the young stud, to the point of gagging. You could here him moan as he headed back down onto the boys dick. He would gag, pull off a little, moan, and then repeat the process. I couldn't believe how much spit the sarge could come up with. The kids entire crotch was covered in saliva and precum. His balls had both hanging off of them, and I thought I even saw snot blow out of the sarge's nose at one point when he gagged, snorting it back up before moaning and going back down for another taste of the kid. Randy had continued stroking both of us, on his knees between my legs. I would occasionally catch him move his eyes from the screen, down to his hand stroking my cock, and sometimes even up at me, in the eye. It's when our eyes would meet, that I would start to let my self go. I don't really know how to describe it. The closest I can come to explaining it (even now), is that I was for the first time, looking at another guy with arousal, and I was getting it right back, with an intenseness that I doubt I will ever feel again. I wouldn't call it passion, because it wasn't, but there was a powerplay going on between us that heightened both of our arousals.
As I watched the sarge tell the private to cum in his mouth, and the good soldier carried out the order, Randy pulled himself on top of me. I grabbed for his ass, ready to feel his chest against mine, when he pulled back and shook his head 'no.' He raised each of my arms over my head individually, running his free hand into my armpit and down to my waist, and returning to my pit again. With both of my hands resting on the floor above my head, and legs spread apart, I realized how vulnerable I was at that moment, and felt completely, well, actually my heart was bursting out of my chest, but I still felt completely comfortable. I had not been this sexually excited in many years, too many years, and I was not about to back out of this now, for Christ sake, I had let the guy stroke me off and tongue my ear. Randy lowered his face to my neck and whispered for me to relax. This was incredible! It was all that I could do to not reach up and grab him. He slipped his tongue into my ear for a second, and then proceeded to rub his mouth down over and across my chest. As I lay my head back and watched the video, Randy began to chew on my chest hairs with his teeth. My dick was rubbing against the hairs on his chest, and it felt like I was fucking a rug. Randy knew what he was doing, and I was now doubting whether this was the first time for him as well. Randy's mouth had found my right nipple, while his other hand had returned to my armpit, gently stroking the hairs there.
The scene on the screen was now showing what appeared to be barracks, and there were four guys standing over one young grunt who was on his back over a locker, beating off over him. It only took one of them to shoot on his chest, before the rest unleashed at least a half a cup of cum onto this kid. I must have groaned or something, because Randy looked up, and tried to figure out what was wrong with me. He looked at the scene on the set, and let out a low moan of his own. As we watched the young recruits drop to their knees and lick the young stud clean, Randy had straddled my thigh and started to hump my leg. He was really dragging his low hanging nuts up and down my leg, but the head of his dick would hit my leg every once in a while, and leave big streaks of precum along my thigh. He slid back a little and brought his face to my hardon. After looking at me, and then checking to see where my hands were, he lowered his mouth onto my rod and began to swallow me. The heat of his mouth was incredible. He would pull off of me and spit onto my dick, look at me, and then jerk me off a little before going back down on me. I wanted to slam my cock into his face, to make him gag, even. My cock was dripping with his spit when he looked up at me asked if he was doing o.k. I looked at him and nodded, noticing that his face was covered with spit and precum, I smiled.
"Tell me." he went back down on my cock and tried to take me into his throat instead of just into his mouth. Pulling off, he looked back up at me and said,"Tell me, talk to me," and went back down and started to lick my nuts.
I realized that he wanted me to talk, to say shit to him. I had had a girl for a few months the past year who loved to talk when I fucked her. She was, and still is a counselor, at a nearby university, (long,long story there). Although she wasn't timid by any means, I was surprised the first time I shoved it into her, and she proceeded to tell me to 'fuck her cunt.' That kind of blew me away. I figured that women didn't like 'that' word, hell, I don't think that I do either, but she had the filthiest mouth that I have ever heard on a woman. And it got me off. Every time.
Now Randy was trying his damnest to drive me insane, and he wanted me to talk dirty to him. I didn't want him to stop what he was doing, and I knew how it turned me on, so I started to tell him to tongue my nuts. My hands immediately went to his head, and again, he stopped what he was doing and moved my hands. I reached for his armpit, stroking the hairs there. Randy allowed me to cop a few feels before he looked up at me and shook his head, and wiggled my hand out of his pit.
"Just lay back and watch the video, and let me try to get you off, o.k?" "Oh yeah, Randy, lick my fucking balls, man, do it! You like my balls Randy? Let me feel your tongue on my bag, lick my fucking nuts!"
"How's that feel Ken? You like it don't you? Man you taste fucking great. Look at that big cock. You want to fuck my mouth Ken?" Randy had removed his mouth from my sack and had started to tongue my piss hole. The entire time, his eyes were glued to mine, watching me watch him licking my dick head. The sight was one of the most erotic scenes I have ever saw. I couldn't believe that Randy, this macho army guy, was giving me the best head that I have ever had. And I could tell that he was into at least as much as I was. Randy deep throated me as best he could a couple of more times, and taking his mouth off of my rod, he looked up at me and said, "I want to taste you man, are you getting close?"
"I'm real fucking close Randy. You want to taste me huh? You want me to shoot off in that hot mouth of yours? Just keep up what you're doing man, and I'm gonna have a huge fucking load for you!"
"Oh fuck, Ken. I want you to shoot that load into my mouth, I want to taste your cum man." Having said that, Randy, still looking up at me, opened his mouth wide and took my dick into that hot mouth. He had started to jerk me off while sucking on my dick, and he had the rhythm down perfect. I couldn't help but wonder again if I was actually the first guy that he had taken to bed. His mouth was doing things to my dick that no woman's mouth had ever done to me before. I guess I was starting to believe what I had always heard, and that was that a man, even a straight guy, could suck a dick better than any woman ever could. They new what felt good to themselves, so they pretty much knew what to do, and I guess, what not to do, such as to watch the teeth. Instead of just going up and down on my dick, he had actually started to suck on it too. To really suck on it. Between the pressure of his hand, and the pressure he had created inside of his mouth, he had me on the edge.
I wanted to grab the back of his head and ram my dick down his throat, but I didn't want to break his stride. I can't remember ever wanting to cum as bad as I did right then. And he wanted to swallow it!! There have been very few women in my life who had ever allowed me to cum in their mouths, and Randy said that he wanted it all, in his mouth. Randy had begun to gasp for air again, and started to gag on every downstroke. He was short for breath, but he didn't care. He had started to groan and moan around my dick, trying to talk with his mouth stuffed full. He pulled off of my rod, and began to jerk me off. I told him that I was going to cum, and as the first spurt shot out of my raging hardon, Randy groaned again, and put just my dickhead back into his mouth. I tried to slam my hips into his face, but Randy was holding me down with his shoulders, so I had nothing to do but watch him as he swallowed my load. Randy had again locked his eyes onto mine, and we lay there staring at each other as my dick filled his mouth with gobs of cum. At that point, I wouldn't have cared if he bit my dick off right there. It felt so fucking good, shooting off in someones mouth.
Normally, after I get off, my dick becomes super sensitive. I can't touch it for a while after I cum. It doesn't matter if it was caused by a tight pussy or a hot mouth, or my own hand. It just becomes so sensitive that I even have to wait awhile before I can even clean myself up. Randy, however, had a different plan. My cock was still jetting small amounts of cum into his mouth, and he continued to suck me, even as I began to go soft. I couldn't take much more, and after telling him so, and having him ignore me, I had to pull him off of my dick. Reluctanlty he pulled off of my cock, letting it slowly slip from his lips. I was completely drained as Randy moved himself up my body, and began to rub his dick into my stomach. "Can I shoot off on you Ken? I'm real fucking close and I want to shoot my load on you. Look at that hot fucking chest."
As I looked down to see Randy's dick begin to hump the area between my pecs, he started to shoot. The smell was incredible! The room filled with the smell of spent cum and raw sex. I will never forget that smell. Never. I watched as the cum began to pool between my tits, amazed by the amount of his load.
"Jesus Christ Randy, is that thing ever gonna stop? Holy shit!"
"That's about half of what I just swallowed, Ken, but don't worry, I'll take care of it." I watched as Randy shook the last drops of his sperm onto my chest, and slid down my body as he sank his face into my chest. He was eating his load off of me!!! His moustache and half of his face was covered with his load, and it was obvious he enjoyed the taste of himself. I have, on occasion, tasted my own load, but never found the taste of my own jism very pleasant.Randy on the other hand had started to growl as his mouth continued to lick me clean. I reached down and ran my hands through his short cropped hair, driving his face into my chest even harder. After a few moments, Randy lifted himself off of me and rolled over onto his side. He was staring at me, I think waiting for me to say something. I was at a complete loss for words, so I grabbed the corner of the sheet, leaned over, and started to wipe his face clean. My breathing had returned to normal by now, but Randy's chest was still heaving. After cleaning him up, I lay back down on my back, trying to think of something to say. I had no idea what to say, and I guess he didn't either, because we both just lay there, me on my back and he on his side, staring at each other.
Randy patted me on the chest, stood up, and began to turn off the t.v, vcr and lamps. As he crawled onto the floor beside me, he drug the sheet up over us both, and after flipping onto his side and sticking his ass into my crotch, he said "Thanks, Ken," and grabbed my arm and pulled it over his waist, and said "goodnight."
To be continued.........
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