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At 24, Jimmy Cox wasn't particularly tall - he stood a hair over 5 feet 10 inches - nor was he visibly very muscular, although a decade of lugging coils of copper wire, barrels of 16-penny nails, and cases of 1 1/4-inch lavatory traps had given him a natural physique, which Jimmy rather successfully hid under his loose-fitting flannel shirts.
Though he was attractive, Jimmy had never consciously noticed the backward glances and leering smiles tossed in his direction. He'd always been too busy being a dutiful grandson. Then, about three years ago, he'd discovered Good Times Two, one of those notorious bookstores on the state highway just east of Sheridan Boulevard.
He'd stood there that first afternoon shoving quarters into the slot, his right hand fumbling frantically with his cock inside his Levi's. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he'd seen a finger poke through the partition and becon. He'd stared for a moment, so startled that he almost fell backward out of the booth. It was as if this were the finger of God warning him about his evil fantasies.
Still unnerved and a bit confused, Jim had bent down to see who was on the other side of the hole. He hadn't seen much; a long finger, a mustache, and a wildly wiggling tongue. As he stared, the apparition had whispered, "Shove it through here."
At first Jimmy had thought he was hearing things, and the idea of shoving his beloved cock into the mysterious blackness of that unseen, unimagined world almost made him bolt out of the cubicle. But his dick was aching now, throbbing for relief, and all the dirty little screen in front of him offered was the out-of-focus image of a brassy-looking woman unconvincingly attempting to deep-throat a man's cock, its head barely clearing her teeth.
For some peculiar reason Jimmy had allowed himself to be convinced. Numbly he'd fumbled his Levi's open, pried his cock out of the confines of his new Jockey undershorts, and, with considerable apprehension, moved toward the partition. He'd barely eased the head of his prick toward the hole when more fingers appeared, grabbed his cock, and held him flat against the dingy, graffiti-covered wall. In that same instant a warmth, a wetness he'd never imagined had swirled around the head and stem of his prick.
As the tongue on the other side of the partition went methodically to work, Jimmy was encased in the hottest, softest, most luxurious tightness he'd ever felt. He'd almost exploded with pleasure under the onslaught. In a flash he'd imagined bits and pieces of himself blasting all around the bookstore, his dick still encased in that wondrous hot mouth.
As it was, Jimmy's load had done the blasting. He'd barely begun to squirm against that partition when his sperm erupted like a volcano. He was afraid he might have blasted away the back of the cocksucker's head. But that mouth had been talented. Though gulping frantically and gagging a bit, it had swallowed every last drop.
Shattered and shaken, Jimmy had stood pressed against that wall, his cock still dangling on the other side, his mind stumbling over itself as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.
Completely unnerved by the incident, Jimmy had bolted backward, shoved his cock back into the safety of his undershorts, and scrambled out of the bookstore still buttoning his jeans.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an106131@anon.penet.fi (Black Velvet) Date: Mon, 22 Aug 1994 15:24:19 UTC Subject: Re: Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota [m/m]#7 Lines: 218
All morning Jimmy had been in a bitch of a mood. A little horny and alot frustrated, he'd restacked the bags of fertilizer in the Cox Bolt & Screw garden shop, repriced the bathroom fixtures in the plumbing section, and supervised delivery of the two tons of bricks, both cinder block and red clay, that had finally arrived in the lumberyard.
Now, shortly after 1 o'clock, Jimmy was about to begin restocking the gallons of paint stacked neatly on the counters in the home-repair section at the rear of the store. At first he didn't notice the guy sauntering up behind him.
"Hey," the deep, enticing voice said quietly. "Can you help me?"
Jimmy jumped a little and spun around to look. Then he jumped again, this time from excitement.
The guy standing in front of him was awesome; probably 6 foot 2 and very muscular. Jimmy placed his weight at about 230 pounds soaking wet. The image of this man standing naked under a shower made Jimmy's crotch jerk.
The guy was dressed in a white T-shirt, which stretched tauntly across his massive chest and exaggerated the shapes of the nipples poking against the thin material. It also highlighted the golden color of his skin. He grinned politely as he watched Jimmy react to his question.
His black hair was curly and tousled; his dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle and flirt even when they stared at a display case full of crescent wrenches. Together with the dimple in his chin and the shadow of beard that accented his firm, deep red lips, these features created a wet dream that staggered Jimmy.
"I need about eight gallons of paint. Outdoor. But it's got to be a very specific color. The guy I'm buying it for is very particular."
The sentence seemed to drift away. Jimmy couldn't do anything but stare, and the guy didn't seem to mind at all.
"Sure thing," Jimmy finally managed to mumble. "What color?" he added as he turned from the display and started back toward the mixing machine.
"A very light pink," the voice behind him replied. "About the color of your cheeks."
Startled and embarrassed, Jimmy turned to stare at the man following him into the far corner of the nearly deserted store.
The guy laughed softly. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just couldn't resist."
Jimmy managed to smile too.
"Anyway," the guy went on, "how would I know what color your cheeks really are?"
Without comprehending, Jimmy paused again to glance at the phenomenal man following him.
"I'm teasing you," the guy added, turning shyly to glance at something on the case beside him. "And I don't even know you. At least, not yet."
His eyes flashed back to look into Jimmy's. "My name's Tony. Tony Garza. I paing houses." As he spoke, he moved to shake Jimmy's hand.
When he touched the hand Tony offered, Jimmy though for certain he would explode. Strong, with very long fingers, it gripped his hand so powerfully it almost hurt. But it was the smoothness of Tony's skin that created another minor earthquake in the crotch of Jimmy's Levi's.
"My name's Jim," he muttered. "Jim Cox."
"Good name, Cox," Tony responded with a little wink and a nod of his head. "One of my favorites."
Mystified and a little intimidated, Jimmy quickly withdrew his hand and turned to the color wheel lying next to the paint mixer.
"Is Dutch Boy all right? It's the only one we carry," Jimmy blurted, more for something to say, than for information.
For a moment, Tony didn't reply. Then, with another chuckle, he added, "Funny, you don't look Dutch."
Once more Jimmy turned to look at the spectacular man standing almost directly behind him. He blinked, his body shivering a bit. Jimmy lunged backward, banging against the counter, his mind a blur, his eyes fluttering like trapped birds, his hands clutching at anything nearby.
"I'll bet you've got a sweet cock, Jimmy Cox," Tony continued, his voice a low, mesmerizing hum. "And I'll bet your butt's real pretty, too. I bet it's all pink and soft and sweet."
"I, uh-" Jimmy stammered. His brain couldn't seem to deliver any words to his tongue. Nervously, he glanced around the store.
To his relief, there weren't any customers anywhere close by, and his granddad wasn't around either.
"How'd you like a blow job, Jimmy Cox?" Tony added, his dark eyes flaming, his tongue moving slowly across his beautiful full lips. "Long and slow and hot..."
Jimmy felt for a moment as if he was going to collapse into a little pulsing heap. For the first time in his life, someone had given the revolving door on his closet a vicious shove. What amazed him was that he was actually enjoying it.
"Can you feel my tongue tickling the head of your dick, flicking across the piss hole? Licking the ridge just behind the head? Swallowing it all? Letting that beauty slide right down my throat? All the way? Just the way you like it?"
Jimmy didn't think he'd ever had a bigger, angrier, more demanding hard-on in his life!
Tony smiled, his even white teeth gleaming against those red lips, that luscious tanned skin, that shadow of swarthy black beard.
"I'd love to lick your balls too. Take 'em in my mouth. Wet 'em good. Run my tongue over 'em. Kiss the insides of your thighs. Spread 'em open, nice and wide. If you're real good, I might even lick that pretty little butt hole."
Jimmy thought he would explode. His hand gripped the counter for support.
Tony glanced down at Jimmy's crotch. "I can see my idea caught your attention." With a wink he looked back up into Jimmy's glazed eyes. "You ever sit on a guy's face? Grind that handsome butt of yours down against his mouth? Let the guy's tongue poke around inside your butt hole? Let his tongue make love to you all over?"
Gasping for air, Jimmy squirmed, straining to keep his stiff cock from ripping its way out of his Levi's. Suddenly his closet disappeared. He wanted Tony more than anything else in his entire life. Right now. This very minute.
Wanda Marie disappeared. His grandfather disappeared. Even Cox Bolt & Screw disappeared! Everything ordinary vanished after a few sentences from the lips of his spectacular man.
Tony glanced around the nearly empty store. Noting that no one was near, he let his hand drift out again, this time to grip Jimmy's bulging crotch.
Jimmy gasped loudly, his body reacting to the touch. But he didn't pull away. He couldn't deny Tony anything. Not then. Perhaps not ever.
"Let's go somewhere," Tony whispered, his face drifting closer and closer to Jimmy's.
Where? Jimmy thought. They couldn't go to his place. He still lived at home. And Tony had not suggested his house. Anyway, all that would take too long. Jimmy wanted to feel this man's mouth around his cock right this second!
Jimmy pulled away. After scanning the store once more for witnesses, he gripped Tony by the biceps and hurried toward the door leading into the back room. They stepped into a small storage area.
"Please," Jimmy whispered, his eyes wide.
Tony grinned as he reached down and took Jimmy in his arms. That kiss was like an explosion. Jimmy was sure he was going to die. Never before had he kissed another man. Until that moment, he'd never considered it. But now, with Tony's fiery lips pressed against his own, he couldn't think of anything else.
As Tony's tongue prodded, Jimmy's lips parted and opened. Weak from the sensation of that silky intruder in his mouth, Jimmy felt himself being crushed against Tony's magnificent chest. Those massive hands slid up and down his back and gripped his ass. Then Jimmy's T-shirt slipped free of his waistband, and Tony's long fingers actually touched his skin.
Groaning, Jimmy returned the kiss as intensely as he could, his own hands marveling at the way Tony's spine bore their combined weights so effortlessly. Then Tony's fingers began to fumble with Jimmy's fly. Jimmy gasped again, his body shuddering. This wasn't anything like the bookstore, with its faceless mouths, beckoning fingers, and darting tongues.
This already felt better, more spectacular than it had been with either Wanda Marie or the anonymous cocksuckers behind those gaping glory holes.
Jimmy's Levi's opened. Tony quickly shoved them down until they lodged just above Jimmy's knees. Instantly, his Jockey shorts followed. Like a divining rod, Jimmy's cock, its engorged head bobbing, was drawn toward the hand reaching for it.
Without a word Tony ended the kiss. After eyeing Jimmy for a second, he dropped to his knees. That magical tongue now attacked the head of Jimmy's prick, swirling across it and poking at it until, with a sigh, Tony allowed the cock to slip into his mouth and glide slowly down into his throat.
Tony gagged a bit, his breath bursting free of his lips and ruffling Jimmy's pubic hair. Jimmy didn't think he'd be able to hold out very long before his orgasm. Already he could feel the come beginning to boil deep in his crotch.
As his knees began to shake and his body started to tremble, Jimmy felt Tony's hands touching him where no man had ever been before; the backs of his knees, the smooth skin along the insides of his thighs, and finally, the full muscular cheeks of his ass.
At the precise instant that Tony's fingers grazed the back of his hot nut sack, Jimmy's come began to spurt free of his prick. The tall, handsome house painter gripped Jimmy by the hips, his mouth wedged against Jimmy's pubic hair, his hands kneading Jimmy's butt.
"Damn!" Tony whispered as he let Jimmy's prick slip out of his mouth. "You taste good!" All the while, Tony's hands continued to caress, to feel Jimmy's shivering butt cheeks. "How about turning around for a second?" Tony continued softly. "Let me get a look at your handsome backside."
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an106131@anon.penet.fi (Black Velvet) Subject: Re: Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota [m/m]#8 Lines: 79
At first, Jimmy hesitated. He knew the word CORNHOLING, and even though this blow job had probably been the most overpowering experience of his life, he didn't think he was ready to have some guy's prick shoved up his ass.
"Come on, guy," Tony went on. "It's not going to hurt. I promise."
A bit reluctantly, Jimmy rotated around until his butt appeared right in front of Tony's face.
"Beautiful," Tony hissed as his hands gripped those cheeks and plied them apart.
Jimmy almost leaped over the bags of cement surrounding them as Tony's tongue moved slowly up one cheek, then the other, his lips kissing the baby-smooth skin, his teeth nipping at the flesh. To Jimmy, it was the most spectacular feeling in the world.
Then Tony's tongue found the crack itself. As Jimmy shivered with delight, it slipped slowly, teasingly downward until it fastened on Jimmy's butt hole. The moment Tony's tongue hit his sphincter, Jimmy began leaking precome all over again, his cock bobbing at the empty air.
Tony rammed his tongue against hat virginal little muscle until Jimmy couldn't stand it anymore.
"Please," he sighed, straightening up and turning to look at the gorgeous man kneeling behind him. "Suck me off again. I can't take it."
"A better idea," Tony grinned up at him as he quickly rose to his feet and popped the buttons on his own jeans. Shoving his pants and shorts down to his knees, Tony spun around and braced himself against the tower of packing cases behind him.
As he did, Jimmy caught just a glimpse of the massive prick jutting proudly out of the nest of dark curly pubic hair. The balls dangling behind it were softly pink and beautiful. Yet it was the sight of Tony's round, smooth, muscular ass that whipped the breath right out of Jimmy's lungs.
Magnificent, that was the only word for it! Large and exquisitely rounded, with a deep furry crack that plunged down toward the balls dangling so delightfully between his spread thighs, Tony's perfect ass moved slowly from side to side.
"Fuck it," Tony hissed through his teeth. As he spoke, he spit on the tips of his fingers and slipped them back to wet the tiny hole winking up at Jimmy. "And you don't need to be careful," Tony added. "I like it hard."
Instinctively, Jimmy followed Tony's example. Spitting on his fingers, he slid the saliva up and down his aching stem, careful to avoid the head. Jimmy was so close to coming again, he thought he'd shoot the minute his prick head touched that luscious skin.
He didn't. But he did moan, long and low, as the head of his cock touched the tight little sphincter, paused for a second only, then popped inside. What awaited was wondrously soft, hotter and tighter than anything he'd ever felt before in his life. Jimmy shoved his hips forward, his cock stabbing like a spear all the way up into this giant man's spectacular butt hole.
That fuck lasted a total of seven strokes, powerful thrusts that made Tony's butt cheeks shiver each time they collided. When it was over, Jimmy collapsed across this gorgeous man's back, his breath rasping against that tanned skin, his eyes filled with flashing lights. He already knew this was the best fuck of his life. Better than anything he'd even imagined.
It wasn't until much later that Jimmy actually had the energy to ease his cock out of that little hole. This is a hell of a lot better than fucking a wall, he thought as he stood there with his clothes still tangled around his thighs.