Rocco's Diary By Justin Balancier - Jbalancier9@yahoo.com
2nd Entry – September – Rocco encounters Jackson – California
Carlo, after a few months, became eventually bored with gay sex and wanted pussy. So he cheated with a married school teacher. It didn't bother him at all. He never gave anyone's feelings a second thought.
Carlo hungered for fucking almost anyone. So it wasn't boredom. He simply wanted to get his dick wet in different places. The difference was Rocco understood Carlo, and didn't give a royal fuck. Sofia, I'm sure, would explode a much different opinion, had she known what Carlo was up to behind her back.
At a monthly parent-teacher meeting, Carlo met his daughter's teacher. Sofia was not able to attend due to illness. Carlo didn't care to go alone, but parents were asked to attend, so he went by himself. That was mistake number one.
The teacher was a lady, who spoke to the parents in the audience. Carlo folded his arms pretending to be listening, but actually sizing her up. She was not especially attractive and looked like a chipmunk, but had a nice figure and big tits. Carlo pictured her naked and needing a good fuck. Need I say more?
He sparkled with charisma, (planned of course) and they became friendly. After a week, discussing school affairs, the teacher was impressed with him. He was dumb as an eggplant but looked like a Roman Centurion. No need to guess what impressed her so much.
Carlo had plenty going for him in the masculine dept; but tack wasn't one of them. He was macho - Italiano and learned, if you want something, speak up. So he borrowed a line from Rocco's play book. He asked the teacher if she wanted to fuck. She looked indignant and said, "No, you are married."
"Okay" - He replied, "Married? Yes, but tuh, married is not always the greatest thing." And he gave her a sad phony look.
It didn't bother him at all. And evidently, it didn't bother her either. She fell for the sob story and got second thoughts. Two days later, Carlo fucked her wildly in the cab of his truck. It was like banging a statue however, trying to get some reaction from her. Carlo got a boring fuck and the chipmunk teacher got a Roman Centurion, the best of the bargain.
Rocco left his construction job and flew Delta to Los Angeles where cock was plentiful for his enormous appetite. There was abundant cock in Hoboken, but Rocco wanted to experience the competition along the Pacific.
During Rocco's second day in California, he met a sexy guy named Jackson in Starbucks, at Westside Pavilion Mall. Jackson was about his age, twenty one, and intrigued with Rocco. He liked the way he walked, dressed, his trim body, and especially his impressive Italian cock. For sure, sausage always helps.
Jackson was also built well. He was handsome on the plain side, but hot with a great looking butt. The way they checked each other out was comical.
They engaged in inexperienced chatter like teen agers about sex. – "What do you like to do? – "I don't care. What do you like?" It was so stupid because, although they were young, they were both far from inexperienced. They knew exactly what they liked to do.
To prove my point, that afternoon, they sucked cock, licked butt, slid their faces in cum, and Jackson got fucked in the bathtub. So you see, they knew.
They started to `hang out' with each other, having sex and changing the rules.
"What rules?" – You ask.
"Hell, I don't know. I just remember Rocco saying that he and Jackson changed the rules."
"It is doubtful that faggots even have rules. However, Rocco and Jackson ignored boyfriend sex and behaved like animal sluts. I'm sure that's what he meant.
If something was considered dirty, they tried it. When a cock hurt their ass, they took it anyway. Often they chocked getting face fucked, but they took that too. They were sex mates, for sure.
Jackson was becoming romantically attracted to his new friend. Rocco however, remembered what he went through with Carlo and wasn't interested in a boyfriend. He was romantic only when the sex was good. And, with Jackson, it was always pretty good. Other than that, they were both sluts.
It was getting dark as the truck roared along the Pacific coast. They had been to Carmel for a few days, and returning along Point Lobos State Park. It was a time-consuming drive back to LA.
Jackson was driving and his thoughts began to wander. He wished Rocco was giving him a great blow job about now. He thought about his last blow job, and his prick began to twitch. He knew what he wanted most, from his precious friend.
Oddly enough, Rocco was thinking something similar. He liked the gay scene and sex made him feel powerful when it took over his body. He was especially partial to Jackson, because he could control him.
The two of them were cum pigs and they didn't deny it. In fact, the dirtier they could make sex, the better they liked it. They aroused each other by talking dirty. There cocks swelled in their jeans, just with a mere touch.
Rocco lived alone and he preferred it that way. It was a semi furnished apartment, close to a local luncheonette, where he found a handy-man job, tiling the dining room. The owner was a Korean man, who was fussy on details, but cheap on labor.
Almost every evening he would fuck Jackson in the butt, followed by a long dialogue of piggish words and a hot suck job. Sex with Jackson was different than sex with Carlo. But in many ways, it was better. Oh yes, comfortable and better because Rocco was in charge.
Jackson rented a house with two gay roommates about four miles away. They were not romantically connected. They were just friends who shared living expenses.
Jackson owned a pick-up truck. He also had a used Honda stored in the garage. He worked as a mechanic and tinkered with car engines most of the time. When he was not working on auto parts, he was sucking on Rocco's body parts and worshiping his very own whore.
There was a colossal amount of attraction that blossomed. It seemed flawless because there was no commitment, or jealousy between them. They both sought erotic sex with the sky the limit.
The truck roared through San Fernando Valley. Jackson knew a short cut in LA. It took about an hour and they were back at Rocco's apartment. Jackson pulled into the parking area, and turned off the engine.
"Well? –Rocco said.
"Well what?"
"Are you coming in?"
"A-huh" – Jackson replied. "I have to take a wicked piss"
"Can I watch?"
"Do you promise to keep your mouth away when I'm pissing?" I know, Rocco what a whore you are." He said
"I am not promising that. But we will see."
"Geese, you're such a piss whore" - Jackson kissed Rocco just as a lady walked past the truck... She caught a glimpse of the kiss and smiled. She was definitely charming.
Once inside, Jackson scurried into the bathroom and one could hear him peeing into the toilet.
"Hey, faggot; got anything to eat in this place?" Jackson called out from the bathroom.
"Besides you, - you mean?"
"Yes cunt, besides me." Jackson called back.
"It's under control" Rocco shouted back. He ordered pizza and chicken wings. Then he opened a couple of beers.
They sat on the sofa and Jackson laid his head in Rocco's lap. Rocco ran his fingers through Jackson hair and touched his face. "Damn – you're a sexy dude." Then he rubbed Jackson crotch. "Got anything in there for me" – he asked
"Always" – Jackson answered. It was the reply that Rocco expected to hear.
"If I keep drinking beer, I'll be pissing again" - Jackson said to him.
Rocco's eyes lit up, just as the doorbell rang. The pizza arrived.
"How about a slice,"
"Yeah, I'm starving. I could eat all of that".
"I bet you could"
"They sat there swigging on beer and munching like schoolgirls at a summer picnic. Jackson wiped the sauce from his lips with a napkin.
"Okay, ready?"
"Sure"
Jackson dropped his jeans. His under wear was a little funky smelling, with a couple of piss stains, from wearing them all day. Yet, it excited Rocco. His dirty thoughts were always present. They fired up his urge to smother himself in Jackson hairy crotch. So he did just that. He licked his balls and lingered as long as he could, breathing between his legs and licking his butt hole.
"You like that – don't you?"
Rocco didn't reply, but Jackson knew the answer.
"Yeah, you do." Jackson said. "Slut"
"A-huh,"
Cock aroma was the aphrodisiac of their relationship, and it was essential to them. Well, at least it was to Rocco. He had no inhibitions when it came to sex.
In New Jersey, he fucked around with all kinds of people. Rocco was well trained for his young years. He was a whore by the time he turned nineteen. He could swallow cock with never a hint of choking. That alone made him popular with straight and gay men.
Jackson stroked his own dick like a piston until white creamy sauce oozed over the head of his cock. Rocco caught it with his hand and began to eat some of it.
"Phew – How's that taste, cum slut? – He said to Rocco.
"Oh bro, it's sweet. I love it." - Rocco slurped every bit until it was gone.
"Hey, pig – you swallowed all that?" Said Jackson
"Sorry, but I got carried away. Want to try again?"
"Fuck off" You've already drained my nuts once."
"It was twice."
"Whatever."
They sat together munching on the last slice of pizza and swapping cum stained kisses. What a team they had become, as sex mates.
Jackson rested his hand on Rocco's bulge and rubbed gently. His cock was swelling in his underwear. He wanted cock and you could see it in his expression.
"So, what do you think?" Jackson asked.
"Blow me!!"
"Say please!!"
"Please blow me, you little cocksucker, or I'll piss in your mouth." Rocco replied
"I think we should check out the bathroom"
"You mean – the bedroom."
"NO. Fucker, the bathroom." I know what you just said to me, if you didn't get a blow job."
`C'mon then" – Rocco said to Jackson. "Let's hit the shower" and you know what happens in the shower don't you?
"Yeah, I do – people pee in the shower"
Jackson smiled, raised his eyebrows and smacked his lips.
It was a rush, as they made their way to the shower. They wanted to explore erotic gratification by being careless whores. They were incredible...
Despite having what appeared to be a meaningful relationship; it was not meaningful beyond being friends. What they had was a game of sex. It was sad in a way, because they were perfect lovers, but with no love.
Rocco was a charmer and a good catch. But having a boyfriend was not something he looked for. Jackson claimed to be the same way. But in his heart, he really loved Rocco, for what it was worth.
Rocco felt like going back east. He missed Jersey, family and friends back home. They had become close friends and Jackson didn't like seeing him leave without him.
"Come with me," Rocco said. You have a month off and we can spend it together back east. We can go to New York. It really is the greatest city in the world.
"Yeah, well, I don't care about New York. But I will go because it's you I care about"
"What you care about is your legs around my neck." You sexy little pervert."
"Jackson started laughing. Rocco had a way of lighting him up." They really were the best of friends.
The following month, they spent together back east. Only they didn't go to New York. They went to Philadelphia.
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