Hello Baby

HELLO BABY By Justin Balancier

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The story...

Dottie was a champion specimen of a lesbian. She possessed the qualities of toughness with a no-nonsense attitude. I can't say she was one of my favorite people to be around. But Dottie was Dottie, and in my world, she was difficult to avoid.

During the day, she slung hash at a nearby country eatery, which was a poor excuse for a restaurant. In the evening, she tended bar at Hero's, a local gay bar. Dottie was hard working, I'll give her that, but she was also a bitch without a bike. Serving people day and night, crowded her sense of decency, and it was beginning to show.

Jack, the owner of Hero's, who was an overweight drag queen, liked having Dottie around. The gay kids imitated her sarcasm going back and forth at each other being clever. If you ask me, it was dumb.

Dottie could handle any situation between three screaming queens or a couple of straight troublemakers who'd wander into the wrong bar to punch out a queer... I would ignore the haters, but not Dottie. When she grabbed a club and came around that bar, it was time to move – and fast.

It was Friday on a hot July evening...

"Hi queen – what brings Miss Kitty out tonight? Oh, don't tell me, you are man trolling again," she said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Yup, it's a real possibility." I replied. "What's new in Lesbo land?" I asked her.

Dottie gave me one of those `get real' looks but didn't say a word. She just folded her arms and stood there like a Nazi German officer.

"Okay peaches, what'll you have? I don't have all fuckin night." She finally said to me.

"Just beer and please call me Adam. I hate being called peaches. It's so fruity."

"Too fruity? -No problem bitch, you are more banana than peach anyway" she said winking at me. "Faggot". She mumbled as she walked away.

"What does the banana remark supposed to mean, I called out after her?" "It's that junk between your legs – Jesus dick queen; do I have to explain everything? You ain't that fuckin dumb." She said

"Okay – okay" I replied.

"Adam, sweetie, let's talk business here for a second. Can I sell you a ticket to the gay picnic on Sunday, at the cove? Maybe two tickets." Dottie said, sounding like a real pal.

Sweetness always poured from her lips, when she wanted something from the gay crowd.

"Sure, give me a couple." I put the tickets in my shirt pocket, forty bucks poorer, and picked up my beer. I walked over to a small table near the wall and sat down. A little of Dottie's remarks can be painful. And she gossips about everybody, so I avoid her, if at all possible.

I sensed somebody standing curiously close next to me. A hand gently touched my shoulder. I jumped a little, but being touched was nothing unusual in a gay bar.

"Mind if I share this table with you?" A man said to me. The bar was fairly dark, but I could see he was fine and spoke well. There was nothing dramatic about him. I thought he was probably straight, in the wrong bar. He was close to my age, probably around forty, who knows? Not theatrical or sissified, just average. I like average.

"Be my guest, there's nobody stopping you"

"Thanks – I'm not hitting on you. I just want to sit down before this place fills up. It's Friday and it gets packed about this time."

"You've been here before?" I asked

"Yeah, a couple of times, but I'm not trying to hit on you, don't worry."

"Oh, damn - and I thought I was getting hit on." I replied chuckling

"You tempt me, but not that much." My name is Manny

"Adam" I replied

"I know. I've seen you before."

"Do I know you?" I asked

"You do now", He said as his hand went on my leg.

"I think I get it. You're not interested, but you want something."

"Yeah, I do" Manny replied

His hand touched my dick and it started to get hard. He gently massaged me under the table and I liked it. Our knees touched, and it was childish move, but l like being played with by strangers.

Dottie brought a couple of drinks to the table. Here you go ladies. The drinks are on that skinny faggot by the window. His name is Tony or some damn thing. He's kinda cute.

Dottie can really piss me off at times, but it's part of the game. My name is Adam, not lady. Being gay doesn't mean you are automatically a queen. I'm gay, yeah, so what".

I waved a `thank you' to Tony and he responded by smiling and nodding his head. He stared at me for the longest time.

Manny removed his hand from my leg before Dottie noticed, depriving her of fuel for some nasty comment. My crotch was semi swollen, so I remained seated. I have a hefty bulge soft. Hard my dick is a choker.

"You would never go out with me - would you Adam?" Manny said

"Never go out with you? - What makes you say that?"

"League man – league. I'm not in your league." He said

"That's not very friendly." I told him "It doesn't make sense."

"No, but it's honest." He replied

Manny stood up like a slapped puppy. He told me I was amazing, and picked up his beer. He walked back to where the hotties were dancing.

I thought to myself. "What the hell was that all about? What a jerk, and he's just my type too."

I don't like playing head games. Tell me what you want and if we connect, the sex will be first rate. I'm outrageous about sex and probably oversexed, if that is even possible. I'm just not into bullshit.

My legs were open and my crotch was meat packed from being touched. Tony was still leaning against the wall watching me. He zeroed in on the bulge and licked his lips just a little. For sure, he was hungry and it excited me. Stuff like that always does, and now I wanted to get off more than ever. He came over to the table where Manny had been sitting.

"Did your friend leave? He asked

"Yeahhh, I think he is dancing." I answered - Actually I didn't 'know what he was doing.

"Oh, you're Tony who sent over the drinks. Thanks

"Yeah, that's me - I'm Tony, mind if I sit here?" He asked "He's coming back." I told him, but I was lying. I don't know why I answered that way. I just wasn't thinking.

"No problem" he said and left, mingling with the crowd.

Jesus, talk about batting zero with two guys interested in me. It didn't help my dick any watching him leave.

"Time for me to move on," I thought.

So I left the table and took a seat at the bar. Even with the insults, Dottie was somebody to talk to.

"What's the matter Adam, are the hot men avoiding you tonight?" Said Dottie.

"It looks that way." I answered

"It's the cologne."

"I don't use cologne."

"A-huh," she said, continuing to wipe the bar with a wet rag.

"Well, I don't. I am naturally delicious." I could have stuck that rag up her twat; but realized Dottie was just being Dottie.

Someone crowded in beside me, almost spilling my drink. It was Manny. `Hey, you're back."

"Yeah, I'm back." He said - "Sorry Adam, but I'm having trouble keeping my hands to myself. I just want to touch you"

"Don't worry, I hear that a lot." I said

"I bet you do. I'm not worried,"...he suddenly stopped talking.

Manny was husky compared to me. He wasn't heavy, just solid and sexy like a baseball player with a great ass you'd want to bite. His hair was very short and black. His face sported a beard trimmed around his cheeks and mouth. "Nice – very nice"

We stood side by side talking about things I cannot remember. It was just talk.

The beer was getting to me and I needed to take a wicked piss, so I headed for the rest room. The men's room had two urinals side by side (how convenient) for looking and grabbing.

I started to pee and the person, next to me put his hand on my cock while I was peeing. I thought it was Manny, but instead it was the dude, Tony. Tony put his hand in my piss stream before I knew what he was doing. There was nothing bashful about him. He licked the pee off his wet fingers, smiled at me, and went back for more. So I pissed in his hand. It was terribly distracting, but erotic. He tried to get his mouth on my cock while I was still pissing, but couldn't do it. I should have gotten the fucker a paper cup.

I finished, stuffed my cock back into my jeans, washed my hands and walked out. Tony was still standing by the urinal. (No surprise there)

Back at the bar, Manny asked me if I was all right.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"No reason. I thought maybe you got a blow job." He said

"Nope – I'm saving that. Why, do I look empty?"

"A-huh, but it's none of my business. What are you saving it for anyway?" Manny asked taking a sip of his beer.

"Sunday"

"What's special about Sunday?"

"The picnic - Are you going to Jack's gay barbeque picnic on Sunday?" I asked Manny

"No"

"Why not"

"I don't blend with those gay kids and a bunch of dykes. Most of the young men, will be screaming like girls, or dressed in drag. I would feel like a jerk hanging around by myself"

"Not so. You would probably get raped in the weeds by a hot dude."

"You think so?" He said "You're a hot dude. Are you a rapist?"

"Yup, you better go." I told him

"Nah"

I took a ticket from my shirt pocket and touched it to Manny's nose. "What's this?" Manny asked

"Your ticket to the weeds," I said with a stupid grin... "I bought a couple of them, just to shut Dottie the hell up; but I wasn't going to use them".

"Go with me?" I asked. "It's all the free beer you can drink including barbeque ribs and chicken dinners. Jack puts on a cool spread."

"Is this a date?" Manny asked

"Yeah, I guess one could say that. But you don't have to hang with me. If you want to hook up with somebody, go ahead...it's not really a date."

"Hell yes, I will go, but let's call it a date. I get to kiss you, if it's a date."

"Okay, that sounds like a winner. "

"A-huh" he mumbled, "that's exactly what I was thinking."

I made one more trip to the men's room before leaving. This time Manny followed me. There was a couple in the room pinned against the wall kissing as we went in. They completely ignored us.

We stood side by side about to piss away the night beer and looking at one another. Manny had a willing dick. It was hefty and real quality. He placed it in my hand. I ached with need, but tried not to show it. His cock was big, smooth and warm and I wanted it, but nothing happened.

I had been semi hard most of the evening. So when Manny squeezed my cock pre cum dripped from the tip. He rubbed it on his finger and licked it off. I was burning with lust, seeing him do it. Everything happened fast, and was powerful for such a simple jester. This guy was good.

More people were trying to get into the men's room, so we had to swiftly leave. Back at the bar, I took Manny's hand and placed it between my legs. That is what he wanted to do, so I obliged him.

It was getting near last call, and the typical few minute scramble to find sex was happening everyplace. It always amazed me how desirable people become at closing time.

We walked to the parking lot, across from Hero's. I was parked by a chain link fence, and Manny was parked much further away; so I gave him a lift to his car. On the short ride over, we talked and talked, and I don't remember any of it.

What I do remember is Manny saying - I want you naked under me so I can feel the warmth of your body sweating into my crotch. There is so much I want from you Adam...so much."

"So you want wild stormy sex, where we fuck like drunken sailors and suck ice tea room whores, with our knees wet with urinal water?" I answered trying to be funny.

"Duh – that's horrible. Who wants wet knees?" He answered laughing at me.

"Adam, I have to tell you something..." Manny began softly

"Wait – let me guess. You are married, but you no longer have sex with your wife. You would never leave, because you love her. BUT, you are not in love. You think you want to suck me off because you're keen on cock. And you want to get fucked, because you are a gay man trapped in a straight marriage. How am I doing so far?" I asked

"Jesus, that's pretty good except for the fucking part. I don't let men fuck me. Manny blurted out rather adamantly.

"Damn and I want to get inside your tepid body and fuck you hard with my big balls slapping against your wet crack."

"Phew, not in this century, would that ever happen."

"No problem," even the closet cases have standards."

"What made you think I was married? Was it gossip from butch Dottie?

"Nope, Dottie never mentioned you name, as far as I know. It was the indentation on your finger, from a ring. I noticed your ring finger, when you were holding a glass of beer. I figured it had to be from a wedding band."

"Does that (being married) bother you?" He asked.

"Bother me? Hell no, it doesn't bother me. The last thing I need is a boyfriend. I like the idea of having sex without cupid, and if we don't click sexually, no problem we split. Can you handle doing that?" I asked.

"Sure I can handle that,"

"I can too"

I wanted to kiss him, but the console between the front seats made it rather awkward. We got out of the car and walked over to where he was parked.

It was dark and nobody was close by. Manny pulled me into his chest. His mouth covered my lips and for the next few minutes the lip sucking and tongue exploration was beyond description. His passionate kissing got me all tingling and romantic. It was a gay feeling of instant love, but of course, I knew better. There would be no love in this grab fest, and certainly, I knew that

His hand clutched my crotch and he held on to my swollen dick through the denim fabric. I squeezed his butt with my two hands and it was firm, round and sooo solid.

I am well-adjusted when it comes to lust, but this time, my mind was utterly fucked up being around this guy. I guess I should admit that.

"I need to leave." Manny said

"Yeah, me too, it's really late" I'll see you at the cove Sunday – right!?

"I'll be there. You won't stand me up, will you Adam?"

"Only if I die in my sleep.

"Jesus, you're something." He said to me – ""Be there", he yelled after me.

"I uttered something idiotic and drove away into the early morning darkness.

I slept for nearly nine hours and woke up feeling pretty good. I showered and the water felt good washing away sins that weren't there. Dottie had asked me to pick up some paper supplies for the picnic, so that was my afternoon agenda.

On Sunday, I hit the shower again as usual. I dressed simple for the picnic, putting on sexy worn jeans (no underwear) and a sky blue tee shirt. I looked plain, but hunky with my junk nicely bulged on the right side. I smelled good too.

I had started growing a beard and it was at the scrubby point of looking pretty decent. I don't mean to sound smug praising myself, but today was party day with a hot man, and I was flying.

The aroma of barbecue beef and charcoal grilled chicken drifted across the parking lot. Dottie was working the grill, loaded with half chickens smoking and foil wrapped potatoes. Her girlfriend Marilyn was helping, basting ribs with barbecue sauce. There was loads of different food dishes spread across picnic tables.

I didn't see Manny, so I thought he hadn't arrived yet. Then, I spotted him talking to Jamie, a flamboyant young swish with pink hair but a nice body. I suppose Jamie was on a big game hunt, but it didn't bother me.

Manny looked spotless, in pale yellow shorts and a beige tank top. He had muscular tan arms and legs. His hair was short and shaved around his neck. He was much nicer looking in daylight. His butt was a definite turn on for me, and others too, who had lovin on their mind.

I could picture my face below his belt. I wanted to sample everything, sliding my cock inside clear to his diaphragm, was my momentary game plan, a lot of good it would do me now.

"Hey there awesome, you look good enough to eat," said Manny, and gave me a man hug.

"If you say so," I replied - It was a dumb comeback, but how does one answer a greeting like that? I felt like saying, "hello baby" but that's not my style. I don't talk that way.

It was comfortable being around Manny. The conversation we shared was smooth. He was honest and carefree talking about himself. He didn't talk about being married, and it was just as well. Why ruin a picnic with realism. The combination of our thoughts had us talking out loud at times. The air of seduction hovered overhead and we both could sense it...

"C'mon, let's check out the trail along the rocks;" I said to Manny

"Yeah, let's" He answered.

We walked for about 10 minutes when I stopped to look at some indentations in the ground, with odd looking weeds growing out of it. It was long enough for Mannny to put his arms around my waist from behind. It felt nice being held, even if it was just for a moment.

He pushed his hand down the front of my jeans and touched my dick. He stood behind me fondling my balls and kissing my ear. In the distance people were coming towards us walking the trail.

He pulled his warm palm from my crotch and brought it to his face. "Adam," he said, "I want to absorb you fully. I can't hold off not having you much longer. My body was trembling ever so slightly and getting moist between my legs. My cock was beyond warm. It was a precursor for my balls to release a river of sticky cum; that I knew would follow. But it wasn't going to happen in front of Dottie and the dykes who were coming this way. There were a couple of faggots there also. Jamie was one of them.

We kissed as only two gay men can. He refused to let go of me and kept pushing his junk into my crotch; but stopped as the hikers got closer.

"Hey look bitches" – it's Adam.

"Are you on your way to grandmother's house with sausage in that big puffy basket?" Said Bobby, who went by the fag name of Bunny, and not at all pretty for a gay boy. His jokes were lousy too.

"Oh My, and you must be the mischievous bad wolf," added Scarlet, (whose real name was Louis) Scarlet was an old drag queen from thirty plus years ago. She completely zeroed in on Manny.

"Yeah, this bad wolf is hot," Jamie said.

"Who the hell cares, what you think." - said Scarlet, shutting Jamie up rather quickly. "But in this case darling, yes-yes, the man is a sizzler...Indeed" she concluded.

"C'mon" said Manny. He didn't look at anybody. He walked away and I went with him back to the picnic area.

"Fuck, but I hate that girlish shit queer talk. What's the point?" He said handing me a free beer in a plastic cup. It was cold from the tap.

"I don't like it either, but that's what some young and old gays do for fun. They camp. Yup, it takes all kinds. Now take me for instance - I'm an in between slut. Gay adventure and sex is my fun. That's the way I look at it." - I said.

"Okay, that's not bad."

"What's not bad?"

"You – being a slut".

"Oh well, that's nothing."

"Would you be a slut for me?" Manny asked

"Sure" – with no warmth or emotions, only physical gnawing sex. Gliding myself over your body with my touch making you throb uncontrollably, teasing you as you press your crotch between my legs and sliding your cock wherever you want it to be. You can live out your naked fantasies with me. Then we'll leave sticky and fucked up, to go our separate ways."

"Is that slutty enough for you?" I asked

"C'mon Adam, let's get out of here before you change your mind." Manny said

"That's not likely, unless the sex is dreadful."

"Don't throw me away until you've had me. I'm good Adam, you will see"

We left the picnic, never using our meal tickets, and went to a dumpy motel off the main highway. It seemed like the smart thing to do. The room was cheap and tacky, but private.

Manny's tongue slid slowly like velvet over my lips and into my mouth. I needed to feel his kisses. I wanted him to be all over me, even if it meant I had to get fucked. I would prefer to be on top, but assumed he wanted to fuck me. I was pretty sure of that, and it didn't set well; but I was no quitter.

"Why are you such a slut?" he asked me grinding his crotch into my ass.

I reach between my legs and grab his dick. "Because of this man," I groaned. "I want cock." I said, thinking this was how he wanted me to act.

I was correct. But, I was wrong when it came to getting fucked. Manny stripped naked and stretched out on top of the bed. "Play with my ass." He commanded. "C'mon slut, take care of me. Lick my ass; better yet eat it, until I tell you to stop. Do it Adam."

I didn't need any coaxing. His butt was the hottest turn on for me. So I licked his hole like he wanted and finger fucked him feeling how moist he felt inside.

After ten minutes of doing that, I couldn't hold back much longer. His movements were coaxing me into becoming a rapist. I slipped a condom on my cock and spread apart his ass cheeks. His hole was wet from me eating him like a lizard. It was exhilarating. "Manny, You're going to say NO, but I need to fuck you buddy" I whimpered almost begging.

OMG Adam, you're fuckin body superb with that big cock and awesome technique. Go ahead, fuck me, you dirty slut. - Jesus, I want you inside me. Don't laugh at me, but I really love my ass played with and fucked. I didn't tell you that before.

"No, you certainly didn't" - You said, you didn't let men fuck you, and not in this century" "What happened? - Did you have a change of heart?"

"I lied – I always lie about that."

"Jesus, lucky for me, there is nothing more warped than a running away liar."

It took a little effort getting my cock inside him. It's a good thing I brought a packet of lube he was so tight. I saw I was hurting him by the expression on his face, but he never complained. He felt so inviting and tight. Manny tightened his butt hole grip around my cock, "oh, fuck, that feels incredible!" He finally mumbled.

I humped his butt with long jerking thrusts as he gasped pushing back in to me. I screwed the shit out of him. I felt my own stuff rise. Shooting a full load of cum into the condom buried deep inside my sex whore, was all I could think about. And that is exactly what I did. What a closet whore off leash, Manny turned out to be. All I know is; I was on top. I like winning.

I wanted Manny to cum in my mouth, so I was going for it. Sporting that handsome cock and those big balls, I knew that he could easily eject a load and drive me over the edge.

I began a body bath with my tongue. I licked his neck, nibbled on his ears, stomach, legs, and thighs, then finally guzzled into his hairy crotch. He moaned, moved from side to side and spread his legs wide so I could suck his balls.

"Fuckin hungry slut – my slut," he mumbled with his eyes closed. Manny was getting what he wanted and so was I.

I loved being in Manny's junk. So I licked his crotch and sucked his dick slowly at first, then with strength and determination, I really got him moaning. He became aggressive and rolled me over on to my back. He arched himself over my body like he was going to do a push up; but instead, his cock touched me nose.

"Open Adam" was all he said

HIs cock went into my mouth a little faster than I would have liked, but I took it and told him to slow down. He did, and he face fucked me until I thought I would pass out. But I hung in there and complained only a little.

He sat on my chest jerking off and looking at me.

"You're a submissive ball of lust." He said stroking his cock

"A-huh" I answered

You want this?" He asked

"Yeah"

"Open your mouth, here it comes."

His balls tightened and his cock erupted streams of gooey sticky sauce that filled my mouth and choked me as it ran down my throat. It was nectar and I swallowed like a baby getting milk from his daddy's bottle. I got what I was there for; and.it was good – really good.

I reach between his legs to play with his ass again. I knew he would like that. I kept saying that I wanted to lick his butt and he told me to go ahead and do it. Manny swung his legs over my head and gave me his ass to snack on. "You've got me Adam; let's see how good you can be after you've already fucked me once."

His hole was wide open and still wet with lube. Like an aggressive animal I lunged in and let my tongue explore his dark wet passage. By pulling his butt cheeks apart with my hand, I could suck ass deeply.

I understood now, that fucking his ass was what he really wanted all along. I had no problem doing it. I never before focused on any ass fucking technique, I just do it.

We were in tune with each other's bodies. It was effortless and everything just seemed to fall in place.

I knew Manny craved to suck me off in the worse way. He didn't love me, but he loved my dick, and that was good enough. My balls are a handful, and he was mesmerized by touching and licking them. He was determined to drain me.

He said, "Adam's; a slut."

"That's right, I replied"

We sucked and fucked hungrily, for a couple of hours; which is nothing unusual for gay sex. But this felt unlike a casual hook up. It was love without caring. It was love without emotion. It was a sad game. The last thing I needed was a married man for a boyfriend. So we just went at each other like animals in a zoo.

Manny maneuvered our position so he could get his mouth back on my cock. He sucked like a baby going after warm milk. The difference was he applied pressure and it felt like he was jerking me off with his lips guided by his tongue. It didn't take long for the juice in my balls, to start bubbling once more. "Do it Adam. Give it to me. Can you get off again?" he pleaded

I didn't need much encouragement to get off the second time. He was sucking me in such a fearsome way. Just hearing him talking to me, got me even hotter, I finally pushed out another load.

When I shot into Manny's mouth, it was a paradise orgasm that just wouldn't stop. I didn't think I had that much left in me. My nuts were on a downhill ride being emptied into a hot daddy's man mouth. He gurgled a little but swallowed like a pro eating every bit of cum. It was crazy watching him.

"Adam," he said, "swallowing you, is pure honey. I wanted to empty that bulge between your legs, from the moment I touched you, but never thought I would get it."

"Well you did." I replied

"Yeah, sure `nuff, did," - He repeated sounding rather proud of his technique.

It was a staggering experience and although we had the remainder of day left to play, I was fucked out, tired and getting hungry. I just couldn't do a third round. Manny had enough also. He was ready to call it quits.

Manny showered but I didn't join him. The bathroom was crummy looking and the shower was small and needed cleaning. It was just too dirty looking. But he couldn't go home cum stained, and smelling like a whorehouse. So he had to wash

As for me – I went home with cum coating my throat, butt juice drying on my dick and my balls sticky and empty. There was a roll to play and we played it like cougars. It was just sex.

After that, things were strange. At least they felt strange to me. Manny and I didn't meet again. I believed we would, but it didn't happen. I didn't know if it was intentional or just one of those things. Nobody mentioned him, including Dottie, which was odd, since she gossiped about everybody. But, I let it go and said nothing.

I found wildness in being a slut with him. - I wish he was here.

Then again – I don't.

********************* Justin

Jbalancier9@yahoo9.com