Sam & Me

SAM & ME

by Greg Bowden

It all started at a porno movie. No, I guess it really started long before that only I didn't know it. Anyway, Sam and I were up in Tulsa getting some stuff for the tractor that had broken down -- Sam and I, we work on the same spread doing maintenance and general labor and stuff. We're good friends, heck, we've known each other since we were kids in school and we've palled around together ever since, so going to a porno movie together was no problem for us. We'd done it lots of times before.

We went to the movie after supper and it was a pretty good one, actually a double feature with some loops thrown in for good measure and we got really horny watching it. Afterward we stopped off at some cowboy bar for a couple of nightcaps -- I suppose we were really looking for women but we didn't find any -- and then we went back to the little hotel we always stay at. Sam, as usual, staked out the bed on the left -- I'm more flexible, I can sleep in either one, but Sam always has to have the one on the left -- and we went to bed.

"You like the movie?" Sam asked across the night stand after we had shut the lights off.

"Yea, I did. That one, the blond lady, she was really in to it, don't you think?"

I heard Sam move around in his bed, getting comfortable. "She sure was. Game for anything I'd say."

We talked about the movies for a while and remembering them, picturing some of the parts, well, I gave myself a hard-on, just like I'd had in the theater. I was beginning to play around with my dick, real quiet, when Sam said, "What'd you think about the two guys at the end of the row?"

I had to think for a second before I remembered. "The ones who were... helping each other?" I couldn't think of any other way to say it, then. "They sure seemed to like it. You suppose they were gay?"

"Naw. I mean, gay guys have their own movies and theaters and stuff. Why would they want to see a movie like that one? No, I think they were just two guys, buddies maybe, like us, and they got so horny they just decided to help each other out. It probably felt good, too, don't you think?"

"Better than doin' it yourself?" That's exactly what I was doing and it felt great.

"Sure. Think how it'd feel if it was somebody else's hand jerking you off down there, not your own."

I heard him move around in his bed again and I figured he was doin' it too. Then I thought about how it'd feel with a different hand on my dick. One of my lady-friends tried to do me that way a couple of times but she didn't know how to do it very well so I had to take over and finish it myself. But another guy, someone who knew how to do it... "You got a point there, Sam. If he knew how to do it, what I like, it'd probably feel great."

"Would you do it back? Like those guys at the movie?"

I'd never thought about that. Heck, I'd never thought about any of this stuff. "I guess," I finally said. "As long as they weren't queer or anything."

Sam moved around in his bed again, tossing the cover back I think. "You want to do it with me?"

"Sure." I don't know why I said that, I just did and then it was too late to take it back 'cause Sam was getting into the bed with me. He lay close, his leg against mine and his hand just touching me on my hip. I started to tell him I didn't know what to do but he grabbed hold of my dick and showed me. After that I just kind of followed along and did back whatever he did to me.

First off, he squeezed my dick in his hand and then he touched it all over, like he was memorizing it or something. When I took hold of him I was surprised at how warm it felt and how smooth the skin was. It didn't feel at all like my dick does. For one thing, where mine is round, like a watering hose, his is oval shaped and almost flat on the top. It also stands out perfectly straight, not curved any like mine is, a little to the right. For another thing he's clipped real tight, so the skin doesn't move along it much and you have to spit in your hand if you want to make it feel good. Me, I'm clipped too, but the Doc left it real loose so I can work it without using anything at all.

"That feel okay?" He was brushing his fingers over that little wad of skin I have, just under the head. It felt wonderful so I went to find out if he had that same place. He did and I guess it felt as good on him as it did on me; anyway he sucked in his breath and let out a little groan when I touched him there. I licked my finger and touched him there again, letting my finger rub over it real slow and light. After a minute he took my finger away and said, "Better do something else for a while, Billy, or I'm gonna come in your hand right quick."

"You better too," I said so we both started playing around with the head, squeezing it and touching the little pee slit, making it open. I started thinking about what Sam had said, about him coming in my hand and I wondered if he really would. I mean it's one thing to fool around with your buddy's dick but what if he did come in your hand? What would that feel like?

"Spit in your hand again, Billy, make it real slick." I did and then closed my fist around his cock and slid it up and down. It sure didn't feel the same as doin' it on myself -- since I have that loose skin and all -- but his dick felt good in my hand and I could sure tell it felt good to Sam. He was breathing hard as I'd ever heard him and moaning too, real low in his throat.

I guess he wasn't the only one moaning and breathing hard. I suddenly felt that bubble inside me get real big and I knew it was going to burst soon and fill me with all those shock waves and chills. My balls pulled up tight against me and that's always a sure sign so I said to him, "It's ready, Sam. Better let me have it."

I could tell Sam was ready too, by the way his dick began to swell up even bigger in my hand but I didn't like to stop what I was doing until Sam was ready to take over. There's nothing worse than getting almost there and then loosing it and I wouldn't do that to anybody, specially not a buddy like Sam is.

Sam let out this huge sigh and grabbed my hand, moving it up to cover the head of his dick. My fingers touched that wad of skin under the head and he let go, right into my hand. To be honest, I didn't notice right away because I was doing the same thing, and right into his hand, too. And man, I never came like that, doing it myself. I filled his hand and then some.

As soon as I quit spurting my stuff out, Sam fisted my dick some more, making more shock waves inside me until my dick got too sensitive and I had to take his hand off it. Sam, though, seemed to like that part more than building up to it and showed me how to rub his stuff all over his dick and then fist it, but only downward, pushing the head into my fist and sliding all the way down to his hairs. When I reached bottom he had me take my hand off and then do it again. After about ten strokes Sam let out this big sigh and shook around on the bed like he was coming again or something but nothing squirted out of his dick. Then he made me let go, saying it would be a while before it felt good again.

Instead of going back to his own bed, Sam just went off to sleep right there lying next to me so I did the same. I guess it got cold in the night because I woke up in the morning with Sam pressed up against my back and his arms around me. I was kind of embarrassed about having a piss hard-on so I just kind of slipped out of his arms and went into the bathroom to pee it away. Then I took a shower and when I was through Sam was there, waiting for his shower.

Back at the ranch, of course, something like that couldn't ever happen seeing as how we slept in the bunk house with four or five other hands. But I could tell Sam kind of wanted to do it again by the way he looked at me in the shower sometimes and, to tell the truth, I guess I wanted to do it too. I mean, it really did feel good that time in Tulsa, a lot better than it did with MaryJo, my lady-friend. She did it to me one night, sittin' in my truck outside her house. She didn't feel like, you know, the other so I just said okay, get me off with your hand. She still didn't know how to do it very well so I let it go and finished it off myself after I saw her to her door. It was pretty good, too, after I started remembering what it felt like with Sam.

A couple of weeks later Marty, the foreman, called me over and said the God damned hydraulic valve on the fuckin' loader was a fuckin' piece of shit and had to be replaced again for Christ sake and I better get my god damn thumb out of my fuckin' ass and get the hell up to Tulsa to find another before we were shit out of luck cleaning out the God damn stalls in the fuckin' cow barn. He really talks like that and I put it down just like he said so you'd get the idea what kind of man he is. If I have to write what he said again I'll leave out the swear words but you'll probably know where they go.

Anyway, I said I needed Sam to go with me to Tulsa and Marty said okay but go now and bring the valve back in the morning so we could get started early cleaning out the barn.

In Tulsa we stayed in the same hotel and went to the same movie only this time it was just one feature and only a couple of loops. I said to Sam they were trying to rip us off because the price was the same but he said what the hell, it's the best movie in town so we went in anyway.

It was a good movie too, with three real pretty ladies takin' it every which way from a couple of guys who weren't bad lookin' either. One of them had this real big dick with the skin still on it which I thought was real interesting since you don't see guys in the movies like that much. I wondered what it'd feel like, still havin' your skin.

After the movie we skipped going to the bar and just went back to the hotel. We both knew what we were going to do but we didn't like to talk about it so when we got there we just said good night to each other, turned out the lights and got into the same bed.

"You really liked that movie, didn't you?" Sam said when we were lying close together. I was real hard and I figured so was he but it was like we didn't know how to get started. "I could tell 'cause you had a hard-on pushin' up in your jeans pretty near the whole time." I thought the hell with it, we know what we want to do so let's just do it. I reached out and took hold of Sam's dick which was thick and hard as my own. He did the same to me, touching that little wad of skin and making me suck in some air.

Sam laughed. "I thought surely you must of jerked off there in the rest room, you were gone so long but I guess not seeing how quick this thing just got itself up." He squeezed my dick and then ran his hand over it very lightly, making me shiver. I did the same to him and he shivered too, just like me. "What was you doing in there for so long?"

I was glad it was dark in the room so Sam couldn't see me blush. The fact is, I did jerk off in there, standing at the pisser and watching over my shoulder some guy go down on his buddy. I guess they were buddies 'cause a guy sure wouldn't do that for some stranger, would he? Anyway, I didn't say all that to Sam, I just asked him if he'd seen those guys, when he went to the pisser himself after I came back.

"Yea, I seen them," Sam said, running three fingers over my dick, touching it real lightly, like they was feathers or something. "Guy even offered to do it to me, after he finished off the other one, but I was too scared somebody'd walk in and see me let him do it."

I felt his dick jerk when I touched the head. There was a little drop of stuff oozing out his pee slit so I smeared it around the head, making it jerk again. I loved it when he did that, it felt like his dick was alive in my hand. "He offered to go down on you? Why would he do that? I mean, you're not his buddy or anything."

Sam laughed at me. "He wasn't looking for a buddy, Billy. He was looking for a cock to suck. Don't you know anything?"

That made me mad, him sayin' I was maybe a little stupid and I said so. But I still couldn't see why some guy would do that. I mean, what would it taste like, sucking on another man's dick? When Sam apologized I asked him that.

"Probably nothin' if a man's clean," he said. "Tell you what, if you want to know, taste mine. No one's gonna see you do it and I know for sure it'd feel good. Better'n this even."

I turned so I could look at him. "Sure, Sam, I'll just do that, right after you slide down there and take a good taste of mine." I laughed to show I wasn't serious but Sam, he sort of took what I said as a challenge.

"Okay, Billy-boy, but remember, it was your idea and if I do it to you, you have to do it back." I thought he was kidding me but he wasn't. He crawled down the bed, pushed my legs apart and settled himself in between them. Then he took hold of my dick, down at the base where the hairs are, to steady it. I could just barely see him down there, holding my dick and looking at it, studying it with his eyes like he had with his fingers that first time.

I was getting real excited, that he might really do it, but I thought I had to let him out of it if he wanted. I mean, I wasn't real sure I'd want to do it to him but he just laughed and said a bargain was a bargain and then he licked me across that wad of skin I have. I jerked and almost sat up, it felt so good. Then he just took a deep breath and dropped down on my dick, sucking it all into his mouth until his nose was pushed down into my cock hair. I was glad I had put a little of my after shave down there, so I'd smell good to him if he breathed. He stayed that way, with my dick almost down his throat, for a long time and then he moved up along the length of it, until just the head was still in his mouth. Then he started with his tongue, rubbing all around, teasing that little bundle of skin and trying to work the tip of his tongue into my pee slit. I reached down and touched myself, right where his lips were and he slipped further down, until his tongue was rubbing all over it.

That bubble inside me was blowing up, fast. God, it felt good, lots better than that time I talked MaryJo into trying it. All she did was gag and bite on it 'til I had to pull her off and finish up inside her. She never would try it again but now, what Sam was doing was about the best thing I'd ever felt. I laid back and let the bubble grow, feeling all those chills and sparks build up until I knew my time was real close.

"Sam? You better get off it Sam, 'cause I'm about to blow." Sam made no move to pull off my dick so I said it out real plain. "Sam, I'm going to come. Please Sam, I'm going to shoot off, just right now and you better..." It was too late then. My dick began to fire off into Sam's mouth and Sam, he just let it happen, still moving his tongue around on me and making me come all the more. He didn't swallow my stuff but let it drip out of his mouth so it ran over my balls which felt strange but very good.

When I was all through, Sam crawled up the bed and laid beside me again. "Okay," he said, "soon as you recover a little you're welcome to get down on me."

"I never said you could come in my mouth, Sam. Only that I'd taste what a cock feels like in my mouth." I was wondering more and more what it did taste like, both just a guy's dick and even what it'd be like if he came, like I did to Sam."

Sam laughed, his mouth close to my ear. "Tastes good, Billy-boy. Not how you think, but good. Now come on, you get down there between my legs and see for yourself."

Well, fair's fair and we did sort of have an agreement so I crawled down the bed and laid in between his legs. The first thing I noticed was the smell, kind of sweet and flowery but mixed with Sam's sweat. I guessed he rubbed a little after shave into his short hairs too; I kind of liked it and thought I would ask him what kind it was, later.

I knew I was going to do it but I kind of had to work up to it so I took hold of his balls, just to see what they'd feel like. They were like mine, loose and heavy in their pouch only they felt a lot bigger than mine. I put one hand down on my own and tried to compare but I couldn't really tell. I'd just have to wait and look close to know, maybe in the shower or something, when nobody else was looking.

Sam flexed his dick so I could tell he was anxious. I took hold of it, my fingers around it and my thumb just under the head. He liked that but I couldn't do much more because I hadn't spit in my hand and Sam's clipped so tight so I thought oh, what the heck, just go ahead and do it before Sam thinks you're a welsher. I opened my mouth and swallowed him down.

Sam was right, it didn't taste like much but oh, my, the feel of it, that was the thing. I can't explain it, even to myself, what that feeling is, having Sam's dick in my mouth, but it was... I don't know, it was sort of like I owned him or something all of a sudden. I mean, a man's dick is his most private part, right? and here Sam was, letting me hold it in my mouth and suck on it, letting me explore it with my tongue, all I wanted. It was like he'd given himself to me and let me have control of him. I don't know how to say it right but you got the idea, I guess.

Anyway, Sam began to moan and thrust his pelvis, almost like he was screwing my mouth. I put my arms on either side of his dick and held him down, making him let me do it. He gave in but he whispered, "Okay, do it your way Billy-boy but do it. Please? I'm so close." He was, too, I could feel it in him, the way his balls pulled up tight against him and how tense he'd become. I backed off and waited, letting him calm down.

"Billy, please?" I moved my tongue around the head of his dick, teasing the pee slit and then rubbing along the underside. Sam began to groan and I thought if I didn't quit soon he was going to come in my mouth, just like I did to him. I backed off again, holding him still with my arms and making his excitement drop back a little. When I thought he was okay I started fooling around again, letting my tongue explore all around his dick. Sam was beside himself, pleading for me to let him come, saying he couldn't stand any more of what I was doing.

I never realized how much a man needs to let go after he gets to a certain point doin' it. I mean, I always just pumped away, letting the bubble build up and than explode when it's ready and never tried to back off and make it last like I was doing to Sam. Partly, of course, I was doing it because I guessed I had to let him come in my mouth and I wasn't sure about doing that but the rest was I'd never owned anyone the way I was owning Sam. I mean, he was begging me to make him come and we both knew I could do it with just a flick or two of my tongue and I could do it whenever I wanted.

Sam relaxed a little so I started sucking again and rubbing all around the head of his dick. He fooled me, though 'cause he wasn't really relaxed at all but just pretending and then, all of a sudden, he called out "Oh, God, thank you Billy," and let go, filling my mouth with this funny sort of sweet salty taste. I swallowed a lot of it before I realized it was his stuff but I didn't really care then. I mean, Sam was all over that bed, hugging my head into his crotch, thrashing around and making all sorts of noises before he finally settled down. And all that time he kept squirting his stuff out into my mouth. I mean, I never knew a man had that much but then I thought it was probably because of me, bringin' him up and backing him off so many times probably made his balls work overtime at makin' that stuff.

When he was calm again I crawled back up the bed and lay next to him, wondering if he wanted me to do more, like he had before, when we did it with our hands. I guess he didn't because when I reached down to touch him he was already gone soft.

"Well, Billy-boy, how did it taste?"

"Dick didn't taste like anything, just like you said. The rest was kind of salty. But sweet too, like peanut brittle made with salted peanuts."

Sam rolled up on his arm so he was looking down at me. "Sounds good. Give me a taste?"

I didn't know what he meant by that until suddenly his mouth was on mine and his tongue was pushing in to it. When I opened my mouth he ran his tongue over my teeth and then began to suck on my tongue. He did this for a long time, until I was having real trouble catching my breath. Then he broke it and grinned at me.

"Yea, sweet and salty. Did you taste yours, in my mouth? It was like mine only a little musky, almost bitter."

"Sam, what the heck was that all about? I mean, you... You kissed me. Right on the mouth."

"Hey, Billy-boy, you let your buddy suck on your dick, I think you're entitled to a kiss afterward, don't you?"

I thought about that for a while and it sort of made sense. I mean, if you're good enough buddies to suck each other's dicks then you sure ought to be good enough buddies to kiss each other. Think about it and you'll see what I mean.

The other thing about that kiss was that it made me hard again and that sort of embarrassed me, that I would get that way, just by kissing Sam. I didn't know what to do so I just said good night and turned on my side, to hide my condition. It didn't really matter though, because then Sam turned on his side and put his arms around me, pulling me up against him. I could feel his dick, nestling in between my buns, and it was hard, too. I went to sleep feeling better, knowing he got that way too, just kissing me.

When we got back to the ranch the foreman was real pleased that we'd remembered to get a couple of cans of hydraulic fluid so we could replace what was lost when we installed the new valve. He was also happy that we were able to work when we got back and not all hung over and bitchy like some of the other guys are when they've been up to Tulsa.

A couple of days later I managed to catch Sam alone in the shower. He was washing his hair so I could look real close without him seeing me; it looked to me, from my angle, that his balls weren't any bigger than mine but I thought they might be heavier, since they hung quite a lot lower than mine. While I was comparing I noticed that his dick was beginning to get big and when I looked up he was looking at me, watching me look at his balls. He had a real big grin on his face and asked me if I liked what I was lookin' at. I didn't know what to say so I just said "Yea, I guess," and went out to find my towel. I sure was glad none of the other guys came in there. I'd of been real embarrassed.

It wasn't but a few days later that I had to go up to Tulsa again, this time to see about a fuel injector for the tractor. The foreman was real upset at that tractor, said it shouldn't have so many problems and if this didn't fix it he was going to junk it. Of course, he used lots more words than that and you can pretty well guess what they were so there's no point in me putting them down. Anyway, the foreman wanted me to take Larry, a new guy, to Tulsa with me but Sam wouldn't hear of it. He put up such a ruckus about him knowing the supplier and getting us a good price and all that the foreman just threw up his arms and said Sam should go and next time he'd go himself and take Larry with him then.

This time we didn't ever bother to talk about it, we just went and had supper and then headed for the movie. Even if it was Friday night there wasn't hardly anyone in the theater, maybe 'cause we were kind of early. I did see a couple of guys helping each other out though, during one of the really good loops. The main feature was really just a bunch of scenes, almost like loops just strung together, but it started out pretty good. All the scenes were threes, mostly two ladies sharing a guy but in a couple of then there were two guys sharing one lady. When the first one with two guys in it came on I got real hard in my jeans, wondering what it would be like to share a lady like that with Sam. I figured he'd be something to watch doing what that guy up on the screen was doin' to the lady.

The last scene was with two guys sharing a lady too, only this time it was a little different. First, after everyone was naked except for their shoes, like they do, you got this real good close up shot of one of the guys pushing his dick into the lady. The shot was taken between their legs so you got to see it all, until he was all the way in and then you could see his balls flopping up against her and you could even see this little brown pucker that was his ass hole. Then the camera pulled back and there was the other guy, looking just where I'd been looking and tugging on his hard dick.

"Five dollars says he goes in there, into the other guy," Sam whispered, leaning over to me.

Well, of course I took the bet because I knew he couldn't do it. I mean, look at the size of that guy's ass hole and look at the size of the other guy's dick. No way is that guy going to take that dick up there. No way.

He did, though. The one guy put some goo on his dick and just pushed it into the other guy. And the guy taking it didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he looked like he was really liking it and kept grabbing on to the other guy's ass, trying to pull his dick in deeper.

"You like that, Billy-boy?" San ran his hand along my leg, the one my dick was pushed down. When Sam found I was hard he began to rub it through my jeans. I reached over to see if he was hard and found his dick sticking out his fly, under his jacket. When I grabbed hold of it he came, just like that, in my hand. I guess that's what made me come in my pants, feeling him shoot off in my hand.

When we left the theater I think we both knew we were going to try what those guys had done but we didn't say anything about it. We did stop at a drug store, though, so Sam could get us some smokes. I didn't go inside because my jeans were still wet where I'd come in them and you could smell it if you got too close.

At the hotel I took a wet cloth to my jeans, where the stuff was, and then got in the shower. Sam took a shower, too, after me. We still neither one said anything but we both felt it building up between us, some sort of sexual thing we couldn't get away from. When Sam came out of the shower he turned the lights off and got on the bed, beside me.

"I guess maybe we might want some light for this, huh Billy-boy?" He got up and turned on the bathroom light, leaving the door part way open. "That should do it, don't you think?" We sat in the dimness for a while, staring at the wall. "Damn," he said, after a while, "how come it's so fucking hard to start one of these things?"

I'd never heard him say that word before and I turned to look at him but before I could say anything he just grabbed me and pulled me up against him, his mouth on mine, his tongue opening my lips. We stayed that way for a long time, tasting each other's mouths and breathing each other's air until we were both dizzy and had to break away. Then we did it again, a couple of more times.

Sam put his hand in my crotch and took hold of my dick which was as hard as it's ever been, I think. I found his too, and it was as hard as mine and jerked when I touched it. "Who's it gonna be first, Billy-boy?" Sam whispered in my ear. "Am I goin' into you or am I takin' you into me? You choose." He kissed me again, almost making me forget the question.

I wanted it both ways but I was scared of it, too. I mean, those guys in the movies, they've had a lot of practice doing this stuff and maybe they do some sort of exercises to stretch themselves or something, I didn't know. What I did know was that I was afraid of hurting Sam or Sam hurting me although I knew he'd stop, or try to, if I told him it hurt. He began to kiss me again and I gave up. "Okay, Sam, you... you put it in me. Just be careful, huh?"

"Oh, Billy-boy, I will be so careful with you." He reached into the bedside table and took out a tube of something. "See, I got us something to help, at the drug store. This stuff is real slick. I use it sometimes when I jerk off, instead of spit." He showed me how to open the tube with the pointed part of the cap and then spread a little on my dick so I could feel how slippery it was. I had to make him quit that, though, because he almost made me come doing it.

He turned me onto my belly and gently put some of the slick stuff on my ass hole. It felt cool and gave me goose pimples for a minute but then Sam put his finger against me, real easy, and it slipped right in. His second finger did too and didn't feel all that bad. I told Sam I thought I was ready.

Sam spread a bunch of the goo over his dick and then got in between my legs. "Now you say if it hurts, okay? You say and I'll back off or come out or whatever you want, okay?" Sam pulled my buns apart and then I felt his dick touching my ass, just resting there, not trying to push in. I waited but he didn't do anything so I pushed back against him a little. Sam still didn't do anything so I pushed back harder and suddenly the head of his dick slipped into me. It burned like fury but I didn't cry out, I just bit down on the pillow and waited to see what would happen. After a little while Sam began to feed some of his dick into me and pretty quick I knew it was going to be okay. The burning went away and suddenly all I could feel was Sam's dick, slowly filling me up until I thought I couldn't take any more of it but then there was more of it and by God I took that in too.

When he was all the way inside me and I could feel his balls lying against mine, he asked if I was all right. I answered by squeezing down on his dick and then bucking back against him. He liked that so he pulled a little bit of himself out of me and then pushed it back in. I let out a groan and asked him to do it again. He did, only he pulled almost all of himself out and then shoved it back in, real fast. I'd never felt anything quite as good as that and it got better as he did it again and again, ridding me like he'd ride a horse, inflating that bubble inside me, too, until I knew it had to burst.

"Oh, Billy-boy, Billy-boy, this is it. No holding it back. I'm going to come and you're going to get it. Here it is..." His dick bucked around inside me and I even felt his stuff, like hot spatters against my insides. I wondered if he could feel it too, on his dick, but I couldn't ask because I was doing it too, shootin' my stuff onto the bed and biting down on the pillow so I wouldn't yell out the way Sam was doin'.

When he was through Sam laid himself out on my back, covering me and pushing me down into the bed. It felt kind of good having his weight on me, sort of protective like. Anyway, he laid on me for a while and I could feel his dick sort of shrink up inside me, goin' soft. It finally slipped out and Sam rolled off and went to wash himself. I figured after having all that dick up inside me I'd probably have to use the toilet but I didn't so I just wiped my stuff off the sheet as best I could and waited for Sam to come back.

"Man, that was somethin' else," Sam said when he came out of the bathroom. "I ain't never felt it that good, you know Billy-boy?" He got on the bed next to me and then felt of the sheet where it was wet. "Billy-boy, did I do that to you?" I nodded and he got a funny look on his face like he'd just petted a kitten or something. Then he started to kiss me and I thought how much I was getting to like that. Then, after a while when I got hard again he said, "I guess now it's my turn, huh?"

Sam rolled over and put his head down in the pillow. When he spread his legs apart and I could see his little ass hole I wondered how a man could ever get in there but since he'd done it to me I figured a man could and I really wanted to be that man. I was so hard my dick began to hurt so I spread some of that goo on his little pucker and then rubbed it in with my finger. Sam took a deep breath and squirmed a little, letting me know I should put my finger in him. When I did he groaned and laid still. His ass hole was awful tight on my finger but I went ahead and put in another one and wondered again how my dick was going to get in there.

"Okay Billy, try it," Sam said. His voice sounded kind of strange, like he had a frog in his throat or something. I took my fingers out and spread more of the goo on his hole and then spread a bunch of it on my dick, too. Then I leaned forward and just put my dick against him and waited, the way he'd done me. Pretty soon Sam pushed against me and I started in. It was the tightest place I ever had my dick, I'll tell you that.

When the head was all the way in I waited for Sam to push back again, telling me he wanted the rest but he didn't do it. Then I heard a funny noise and it was Sam, grinding his teeth together. "You all right, Sam?" I said but he didn't say anything. I reached up and touched his face. It was all wet and when I felt that I just pulled my dick out of him right quick.

Sam lay quiet for a while and then rolled on his side and said he was sorry. "I tried, Billy, I really did but it hurt so God damn much I couldn't take it. But I'll make it up to you, really I will."

I put my arms around him and held on to him. "Don't worry about it, Sam. If you can't do it it's no big deal. You just got a tiny ass hole, unlike your dick." That made him laugh a little and I felt better. He asked if I was still horny and did I need to come but I said I was all right, my dick wasn't standing up anymore or anything so let's just go to sleep. We did that, Sam laying against my back again, his arms around me.

The next day Sam had that ol' tractor runnin' by ten o'clock and we had the barn cleaned out before supper. The foreman, he was real happy that we got it done so quick and he guessed he'd keep the tractor for a while. That made Sam happy because he was kind of attached to that ol' John Deere and he liked to drive it around the ranch, doing different jobs.

After supper Sam disappeared for a while and I wondered where he'd gone but he wandered in before bed time so we went outside and had a smoke or two like we usually do. It was funny though, he kept on doin' that, wanderin' off after supper, almost every day and he never would say where he was going, he'd just say he was goin' for a walk by himself if you didn't mind, when you asked. I thought he might of found a new lady or something but usually he'd tell you about that, brag on it I guess you'd say, so that wasn't it.

About four weeks later that ol' tractor broke down again. This time it was the oil pump and you sure can't run a tractor without one of those. It was also near time to harvest the tomatoes and that tractor was sorely needed when we did that.

"That tractor is broke down again?" the foreman said. Well, he didn't really say that but that's what he meant. San said it was and he knew exactly how to fix it but he had to get some parts out of Tulsa.

"How come that tractor always breaks down on Friday afternoon?" Well, he didn't say that either, exactly. Sam just shrugged and said he didn't know but if the foreman wanted it fixed for the harvest we'd better get on up to Tulsa pretty quick.

Sam drove like a crazy man and we got to the parts place just before they closed. Sam bought the stuff he needed and when we left he said, "There, since we got the parts now we can stay in bed late tomorrow if we want and still get back in time to fix the tractor."

We got to the movie early and there wasn't hardly anyone there when we went in. Sam went off to the rest room right away to pee and I found us seats right by the aisle. The movie was a good one I thought, and I guess I stayed hard through the better part of it. Sam didn't seem to be liking it as much and he kept squirming around in his chair so finally I asked him if he wanted to go. "Yea, I think so," he said. "I gotta go to the bathroom so I'll meet you outside, okay?"

In the hotel Sam went to the bathroom again and then threw back the covers on the left hand bed. I was real disappointed when he did that because I thought it meant we weren't going to play any, in the same bed. I guess Sam saw the look on my face 'cause he said, "I thought maybe we should try it on this side for a change, okay?" I said okay and went to take a shower.

When I came out Sam had the place all set up with a bottle of whiskey and some ice on the night stand and some smokes and a big tube of that slippery stuff he uses. He handed me a little whiskey and said to sip it while he went and showered. It was real good whiskey, just the kind a man likes to sip at.

Sam left the light on in the bathroom when he came out but he turned off all the others. Soon as he got in bed he took my whiskey away and put his arms around me. "We ain't goin' to beat around the bush about this no more. We came here to do this and we might as well just get to doin' it." He kissed me, his tongue searching out mine in my mouth. We started breathing each other's air until I thought I was going to pass out or something and then we did it some more until I really had to stop.

After that Sam took my dick in his mouth but wouldn't let me move it any. "That ain't what we're here for just now," Sam said, looking up at me. "I just wanted to see if it still tastes like I remember." He took the tube of slick stuff off the night stand and handed it to me. "Spread it on thick, so you'll go into me real easy."

"Sam," I said, "I can't do that. Not after how it hurt you last time. But maybe..." I handed the tube back and pointed at his hard dick.

"No, no." He grinned. "Well, maybe later. But it's my turn, long past. And I guarantee it'll be okay." Sam rolled onto his belly, spread his legs and pulled his buns apart so I could see his ass hole. It didn't look any different to me. "Come on, Billy-boy. Skip the fingers, okay? Just put it in me. Please?"

His voice was quiet and pleading, like that time I sucked him and wouldn't let him come. I rubbed some of the stuff on Sam's hole and then put a bunch of it on my dick. Then I put my dick up against him, waiting to see what he'd do. He pushed back, just like I'd done only he didn't stop when just the head was in. He pushed back until he was up on his knees and my whole dick was inside him. Then he grabbed my ass and pulled me down with him, until I was lying on his back. "That's it, Billy-boy, now do it," he whispered. "Show me how it feels when you got a man up inside you."

I pulled out a little and then pushed back in. God it felt good, better than any... Well, better than I'd ever felt. I pulled out again, clear to the head and then pushed it back in, real fast. Sam grunted and asked me to do that again so I did it a few more times until I felt the bubble inside beginning to expand too fast. Then I slowed down but I knew it wasn't going to help much. It just felt so good with my dick up inside Sam. I kind of wished I had jerked off at the movie so I wouldn't be so close now but it was just wishful thinking. Besides, I thought, I probably wouldn't ever jerk off again if I could do this any time I wanted. I was doin' a lot of thinking, trying to keep my mind off the bubble inside me but it didn't do a whole lot of good. Then, all of a sudden, it was over and the bubble burst making me just ram my dick into Sam over and over, filling him with my stuff, probably more stuff than I ever put out before or since.

Ol' Sam, he seemed to like it as much as me because he started throwin' himself around on the bed, growlin' and howlin' like some sort of wild animal or something and I knew he was doin' just like me, having chills and sparks and shootin' his stuff out his dick.

When we were done and cleaned up we sat on the bed with an arm around each other, the other arm holding a whiskey and a smoke. "How'd you do that, Sam, let me in there so easy when it hurt you so bad the first time we tried."

Sam grinned and then kissed me for a little, making my dick start to get hard again. "Billy, I'll tell you about that but first I got a couple of confessions to make to you. That's why I brought the whiskey, 'cause sometimes it gives a man a little more courage to tell things on himself. See, Billy, that ol' John Deere, it's a real good tractor and it don't just break down all the time by itself. You sorta... Well, you got to help it along to do that."

I looked him full in the face. "You made the tractor break down? Why, Sam? Why would you do that?"

Sam splashed a little whiskey in his glass. "Well, that's the other thing I got to tell you. I... I did that so me and you could come up here to Tulsa once in a while and maybe, you know, maybe go to a movie like we do or something." He drank down his whiskey and looked at me funny, almost like a little boy. "See, Billy, the thing is, I... I love you." He said it real fast and then turned away from me, to get a little more whiskey.

I didn't know what to make of it and I told him that. He laughed and said he didn't either but there it was. He'd loved me ever since we were in High School together, ever since he'd first figured out what love was about.

"So I just palled around with you, you know, like the other kids did and then we went to work on the ranch together and after a while we were kind of like a couple, except for the bed part." He stopped me from saying anything. "Well, yea, you had your ladies and all but I thought if maybe we went to those movies and stuff, maybe you'd want to fool around a little after, you know, just to get off. You wouldn't have to know it was any different for me but then we started kissing and all and it just... I couldn't help it. I had to say it out."

He looked so sad, like he might even cry, that I just took his face in my hands and kissed him. "You know what," I said, "I probably love you too, even with all my ladies. Maybe... Well, we'll see about that. But you still didn't tell me. How did you manage..."

Sam smiled and it was his turn to kiss me until I pushed him away because I was getting hard again and I wanted an answer before... Well, before anything else happened. "I figured the problem was how big you are," Sam said, "but I knew it could be done. I mean, I saw those guys in the movie do it and that one guy, the one that did it, he's bigger even than you. No offence." He smiled at me. "Anyway, what I needed to do was stretch myself open, little by little until I could take it. So that's what I did. I whittled me a cone out of wood and each evening when I went for my walk, I pushed it in me a little further and kept it there as long as I could. After a while I got to the part I figured was big as you so then I made me another one, about the size I remembered yours being and made it look like yours too. I even put it in me at the movie tonight but it's not too comfortable sittin' on it for long. It don't give, the way yours does. So I was glad when you wanted to leave." He looked pleased with himself. I was pleased with him too, for doing all that, just so I could get my dick into him. I kissed him so as he'd know that.

Well, that's really the end of the story, I guess, except to say that ol' Sam and I are still buddies and we still go up to Tulsa pretty often. I still sometimes go out with one of my ladies but really, it's more fun when I do it with Sam. He keeps thinking up new stuff, too, like this here silver ring I got around my dick and balls that keeps me up longer. He wears one too and man did we get kidded about them a lot in the shower. Then, when we said what they do a couple of the guys went out and got themselves one too but I don't think any of them wear it all the time the way we do. Mine even has Sam's name written in it, like his has my name.

So there it is and I don't know where it's leadin' us. The thing is, it sure is fun, goin'.