Gomer

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Gomer

One of my first fulltime jobs was prep cook for an Italian Restaurant. My job was to prep the sauces and pre-bake lasagna so it would be ready to go for the dinner service. Sometimes, when they were short-handed, I would end up working through the dinner rush and going home when it died down.

The first half of my shift, I had the place to myself, and the crew would start showing up in the early afternoon. By that time, I usually had things well in hand and I was able to spend some time just hanging out.

There were some cute girls on the crew, and I had even dated a couple of them, but they were young enough that most of them were still holding on to their "V" card. I didn't see too many options there, so I mostly steered clear just to save myself the grief.

Most of the crew was younger, but we did have one guy, Hank, who was my age and fresh out of the Marines. Hank came from somewhere in the Midwest corn country, and instead of returning home he decided to settle down in the last place he was stationed. He wasn't big or tall, but he was military fit, lanky and wiry, and he still had his Marine buzz cut. One of the crew nicknamed him Gomer Pyle, which fit, and Hank even seemed to get a kick out of it.

He was simple and goofy, but he was a great worker, and he never wore out. About the time everyone else was dragging tail, he was just picking up steam.

I was reasonably fit and figured I could hold my own against most guys, but there was one time when Hank showed up before the others and he was helping me toss cardboard in the recycling. I was flattening out the boxes and he was throwing them in the bin, and there came this one moment when he had his back turned to me and I was holding a good-sized box. I don't know why I did it, but I thought it would be funny. I dropped the box over his head, enclosing the top third of his body.

He scrambled out of it and gave me a look that was half smile and half snarl. I couldn't tell if he was laughing or pissed off. All I knew was I needed to get away fast. We were both laughing and running around the parking lot, with him chasing me and me trying to dodge him. I didn't think he would actually hurt me, but I still wanted to avoid getting caught and, at least at first, I managed to stay out of reach, but I was quickly wearing out and he didn't even seem to be winded.

I finally had to throw up my hands and I gasped, "Enough!"

"You think you're pretty funny, huh?" He was grinning, so I knew he wasn't mad about it.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that." I told him. "But we better get back to work."

After that day, I noticed that Hank would look for opportunities to hang out with me. I knew he didn't have any friends on the crew, so I assumed he was just lonely and, since we had goofed off together, he now thought of us as friends. I was okay with that. He was a dufus, but a nice guy, and I guess I felt like I was doing him a favor by palling around with him.

One day he showed up at work and he was really excited. He had been rooming with some other ex-military guys, and he had told me how he was saving up for his own apartment. He had finally made the move and you could see how proud he was.

This ended up being one of those days where they needed me to stick around for dinner rush, and for the whole shift, Hank couldn't stop talking about his new place.

When the dinner crowd finally let up, I checked with the manager to see if I could leave. He gave me the okay and also told a few of the crew that they could take off too. Hank happened to be one of them and he made a beeline for me, to ask I wanted to go see his apartment.

He looked like a kid who wanted to show off his new bike. I thought about it for a second, and realized I didn't I really didn't have a good reason to say no. All I had planned was to go home and jerk off. So, what the hell, why not?

"Sure." I answered. "Let's go see your new castle."

I knew Hank didn't make much more than minimum wage, so I had been surprised he was able to afford a place of his own, but once I saw it, it made sense. It wasn't a dive, it was actually a new building, but the apartments were tiny cinder block rectangles with a door at the front and a window at the back. The bathroom had a shower and toilet and there was a very compact kitchen. The whole apartment was about the size of a motel room.

"What do you think?" He asked, and I could tell that my answer was important to him.

"It's really nice!" I answered. I wasn't lying. It was small, and sparce, but it was clean and new, and I could see how happy he was.

"Want a beer?"

"Now you're talking!"

He pointed me to the couch that I could see was also his foldaway bed. I plopped down and a second later he handed me a bottle. Then he went over to a record player and started it up. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, but it still made me chuckle when I heard the cowboy music. He must have seen the look on my face.

"If you don't like it, I can turn it off..."

"No! No! I don't mind it. It's very you."

That made him smile and he popped open his own beer and joined me on the couch.

We just sat there for a long time, listening to cowboy songs, and staring at the cinder block wall. I finally had to break the silence. "So, what do you usually do on a Saturday night?"

He shrugged. "This is it."

"You don't go out drinking? Picking up girls?" I sort of meant it as a joke, but he took it seriously.

"No... I'm no good with girls."

"Well, don't give up. You're a good-looking guy." He was, in his goofy way.

"Gee! Thanks!" There was a short silent pause. "What about you? I know the girls at work like you."

I laughed. "Yeah, but that doesn't do me any good. They're all saving their virginity for Mister Right."

More silence, then he asked, "Have you... ever had sex?"

"Well, yeah. I mean... not recently." I admitted. "But yeah."

He was nodding. "It must be nice."

Hells bells! This rube was still a virgin. "So, you haven't at all? Not even when you were in the marines?"

"No... I just don't know how to talk to girls..."

"Did you ever consider a hooker?"

"I couldn't afford that. and I'm always worried about getting a disease or something." He confessed.

"Yeah, that's probably smart."

Then I could see he was smiling.

"I did get close one time, when I was overseas."

"What stopped you." It had been over a year since I got laid, and I was still planning to go home and whack off. So, all the talk about sex was getting to me and I wasn't quite ready to stop.

"We had leave in Bangkok. A bunch of us had been drinking, and a couple guys said we should go to this part of town where they had hookers. But when we got there we found out most of the hookers were ladyboys."

"Ladyboys?"

"Yeah," he explained. "They're guys who look like girls."

"No, I know what they are. I was just surprised. What did you do?"

"Everyone got freaked out and we just went back to the base, but... I sort of wished we'd stayed."

Hank was full of surprises. "Would you have done it?"

He looked at me suspiciously. "I don't really know... Does that make me a freak?"

"No!" I assured him. "I mean... I don't know how I would have reacted. I do know if I'm horny enough, I'll go for just about anything."

He seemed relieved by that answer.

"I thought about it a lot and I guess I wish I had. I just want to know what it's like... you know... to fuck somebody." He thought before saying the next part. "Sometimes I want it so bad it makes me crazy."

"Well, I definitely know what that's like."

Apparently there was more to Hank than I had thought, and I pondered that as I sipped my beer and stared at the wall.

I cleared my throat. "Did you ever consider doing it with a guy? I mean... not a guy dressed like a girl...but just another guy?"

Hank sighed and smiled. "Back where I came from, when I was a kid, I knew kids who did stuff like that, but my family was big in the church, and I couldn't have done it. It would have been a mortal sin."

"Ah, I get it." I said, pushing away some strange ideas that had been forming in my head.

"But..." Hank continued, "I don't think like that no more. I mean... if I knew somebody who'd let me, I would probably do it... in a heartbeat."

Those ideas, as crazy as they were, quickly floated back to the surface.

"Would you... want to do it with me?" I finally asked.

"That depends." He answered cryptically. "Would you really let me do it?"

I realized that he was asking a very specific question about roles.

"I think so... I guess I'm willing to try."

"You are a really good friend." He stated, then he set aside his beer and abruptly started to strip off clothing.

I don't know exactly how I thought this was going to go. I guess I wasn't too sure it would. So, his sudden confidence caught me by surprise. I just sat there, sipping my beer, while he bared himself to me. Efficiently folding his clothing as he did it, he stripped completely naked and then faced me, not even five feet away.

Clothed or naked, he was hard to describe. He was average height, average weight, and fit but not very muscled. His most notable physical characteristic was that I don't think one square inch of his body had ever seen the sun. But his body was solid and kind of flawless. The benefit of a country upbringing, I supposed.

So, I scanned him, coming to a halt dead center.

His cock was semi-hard, not huge, but just like the rest of him. It was solid, decent sized, perfectly proportioned, and just as pale as the rest of him. It looked damn near perfect, and as it hardened I could see that it would end up being a bit bigger than I had at first thought, but not so much as to scare me off.

"Do I look okay?"

"Huh?" I had to shake myself out of the trance. "Yeah... you look really... good."

He smiled. "I'd sure like to see you."

I suddenly realized that I was still fully clothed, and for some reason, I felt embarrassed about that.

"Oh yeah." I mumbled. "Okay."

I stood and looked around for somewhere to set my beer. Hank just reached out and took it from me, walking it to the kitchen counter and then coming back. I watched him walk, and the muscles that were not obvious on his still body, flexed and rippled, revealing a wiry build.

I fumbled with my clothing and Hank decided to help. He was peeling things off me, which gave him an excuse to run his hands along my body. He seemed to enjoy that, and I was responding to it a lot more than I would have expected. My cock was tenting out my tighty-whities for the short time that they stayed on me. Then we were both naked and standing face to face.

"I need something slick."

It took me a second but then I realized what he was saying.

"Yeah, definitely." Then I felt some concern. "Do you have anything?"

He went back to the kitchen and pulled a blue jar out of the cabinet.

"Will this work."

I couldn't count how many times I had used Crisco as lube.

"Yeah, that'll work."

Getting straight to work, Hank scooped a glob out of the jar and started to slick his rod.

"Can I do that?" I asked, realizing that I really wanted to touch him.

"Sure! That would be really special."

I bent to reach his cock with both hands, and I spread the shortening along the length of it. It was giving me chills to touch him like that, and when his lubed fingers found their way to my butt pucker, the connection between those two activities came front and center.

"Dang!" Hank sighed. "You're really tight. Are you sure you want to let me do this? You don't have to."

It was just from being horny, but right at that moment I fell a little bit in love with that goofy redneck. "Yeah, Hank. I want you to do it."

Pulling away his fingers caused me to gasp. Then Hank guided me back to the couch, sat me on it and got between my legs. I couldn't stop staring up at his Crisco slick cock. I was actually getting desperate to feel it inside of me.

Hank knelt and he grabbed my legs behind the knees, pulling me closer and setting my ass at the edge of the seat cushion.

"This is going to be so good..." Hank's voice was barely a whisper.

Hank was still holding my legs up, so my ass and his dick were perfectly lined up for entry. It occurred to me that my cowboy buddy might not have a clue about how much damage he could cause if he forced his way in, but I could tell that he was being careful, almost fearful of moving too fast.

Hank's cock knob seated in my ass crack, and with minimal pressure from him, it flattened out against the resistance of my pucker. For a while nothing happened, but the light pressure, the lube, and my willingness, eventually overcame the reluctance of my sphincter, and I could feel the tight muscle easing open. That part took some time, and then there was this flutter, like the tight ring was letting go, and the head of his cock suddenly popped inside of me.

This time we both gasped, and Hank stopped pushing, probably scared by what had happened.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No... No!" I assured him. "I'm okay. It's just... a lot different than I expected."

He frowned. "Different good or different bad?"

It wasn't bad... but it was too soon to tell if it was good. "It's just... really different."

I'm not sure how much time then passed before I realized that Hank was still waiting and not moving.

"It's okay." I told him. "You can keep going. Just go slow."

"Okay." And he pushed gently, sliding deeper inside me.

He was moving so slowly that it took a full minute for him to hit bottom and press his groin against my buttocks.

"Holy cow! I did it!" Hank crowed. "I'm in you!"

"Yeah... you are." My voice cracked.

He was smiling down at me. "I'm not a virgin no more!"

I was still puzzling over what I was feeling, but his exuberance made me chuckle. "No, I guess not." I agreed. "So... are you happy staying where you are or... do you still plan to fuck me?"

Hank laughed. "Well yeah! I'm fucking you. You can't stop me now."

Almost as slowly as he entered me, he pulled out, stopping just short and then pressing in again. As soon as he started moving, any indecision about what I was feeling and about letting him fuck me, was immediately gone. The best sex of my life didn't come close to what I was now experiencing.

Hank's pace gradually increased, and once he confirmed that I was willingly along for the ride, the wiry rube started slam fucking me, and the harder he did it, the better I liked it.

True to his reputation, Hank seemed to have unlimited stamina. He would slow down every so often. I think he slowed just to savor the experience, because it was only a matter of time before he was hammering my ass again. I was gasping for air, but he hadn't even broken a sweat.

Through this whole process, I had completely forgotten to pay any attention to my own cock. It got my attention by firing off and spattering my chest and chin with spooge. I even got a taste of it, which surprised me and made me wonder what Hank's sperm might taste like. I hadn't even considered the possibility of sucking cock, and now I was imagining myself drinking straight from the spigot.

I didn't have a lot of time to dwell on it, as Hank had reacted to the contractions of my ass by increasing his speed and pounding into me even harder. I even wondered if this was doing permanent physical damage, but then decided it didn't matter. I would happily do it again.

I looked up at Hank and I could see the concentration and concern on his face. "Should I stop?" He gasped, still stroking into me.

"You haven't cum yet... have you?"

"No," he confirmed, "but you did... I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay." I assured him. "You can keep going. It still feels good."

"It does?" He grinned. "Okay."

I was actually amazed by the fact that he still hadn't cum. I remembered that my first-time I had only lasted about ten minutes, and it wasn't half as vigorous as what Hank was doing now. I then wondered if he was having trouble reaching orgasm, but he had a different problem.

"It just feels so good," he explained. "I don't ever want to stop."

That made me happy and as far as I was concerned we could do this for as long as he wanted, but I also knew it couldn't last forever.

"It's okay if you cum." I told him. "We can always do it again."

"Really?"

That's what he was afraid of. He was concerned that this would be one and done, and I guess when it started that had been the plan. To hell with that plan.

"Hank... we can do this whenever you want."

The concern on his face switched to a wide grin, and he resumed long dicking my ass, only now he was riding it to a conclusion. He fucked with purpose, and the change in his energy had the added effect of bringing me right back to the edge of orgasm. I fought it for as long as I could, wanting to wait for him. Luckily I didn't have to wait long.

Hank's body clenched into a tight knot, and any hidden musculature was suddenly revealed. His body was all tendons and ligaments, flexing with exertion.

The abrupt change in pace was all it took for my nuts to release their second load. A second later I realized that what had felt like an extension of my orgasm was actually the pulse of Hank's cock filling my bowels with his sperm.

Watching Hank cum was a show on its own. The contractions of his body, and the contortions of his face revealed just how intense this experience had been for him. As I looked down and saw the buckshot spatter that now covered my body, I knew it had been equally intense for me.

"That is the best thing ever." Hank crowed. "I never felt nothing this good before."

"Me too," I admitted.

He looked puzzled. "But you said you had sex."

"I did," I confirmed, "but never on the receiving end. This was... so much better."

I could see he was happy about that and probably a bit proud. "Did you mean what you said?"

"When?"

"When you said we could do it whenever I wanted."

"Oh! Um... yeah... I probably need to make sure my ass still works like it's supposed to, but yeah, we can do it again sometime."

He nodded. "But what if I wanted you to stay here tonight? So that we could do it some more now."

I tried clenching my anus and felt a sharp twinge followed by a reluctant effort as the muscles tightened down.

"Hmm... Yeah, I think we're good to go."