Here's a story from pre-plague days. Remember to always practice safe sex. Comments welcome. Cgard43@hotmail.com
SEX AND THE SIGNAL GUY
I used to hate road construction. It seemed that every summer they started tearing up some part or another of the roads I take to work every day, and suddenly it takes me twice as long to get to work. I guess I've become a little more philosophical about it now.
At the beginning of one summer, they started rebuilding the main street I have to drive. It was only a two lane street so for awhile, they had guys at each end of the construction area, stopping traffic and letting only so many go through before they stopped it again and reversed directions. I was getting very annoyed, and even getting the chance to see the young guys at the traffic signals didn't seem like sufficient reward for the delay.
One was a real doll, probably a college student working for the summer, I decided. He was kind of short, only 5'8" or so, and had short blond hair and a handsome face. He had quite a good build, and usually wore shorts and a tee shirt which looked a little silly with his heavy work boots. The bulge in his shorts made me think he was probably pretty well endowed, and I stared at him blatantly every time I was stopped there.
One day he walked over to my car and spoke.
"Sorry for the delay, sir," he spoke in a voice much deeper than his appearance would have suggested.
"Well, I guess it can't be helped," I answered, realizing that it wasn't his fault.
I thought I saw him looking down at my crotch, but decided it was just wishful thinking on my part.
"Here you go, sir," he said, smiling and polite, as he switched the signal indicating the direction change. I waved thanks and drove off to work.
When I drove home that night, he and the other guy had switched ends and he again stopped the traffic just as I got to him.
"You work a long day, don't you?" I smiled and he returned it. He walked over to the car window and again I was sure he'd looked down at my crotch. I'm kind of used to that because I do show a pretty big basket. I have a pretty large cock and big balls and I like to wear my pants rather tight.
"Yes sir," he said, "And I get damn tired and hot standing out here."
"I can imagine," I agreed, "At least in my office there's air conditioning."
The direction changed again and that ended our brief conversation for the day. I drove home and was glad to get into the cool house.
The next morning, he was at the first end of the site again and again I was the first car in line when the traffic changed direction. I waved at him and he walked toward my car. I noticed that he was wearing very tight shorts and so I could see the clear outline of his basket against the tight fabric. He approached the car, smiling.
"You caught me again," I said, openly staring at his basket though he was unaware of it.
"Sorry, sir," he answered, leaning down slightly to look me directly in the eyes. "It's just every so many cars, you know." This time I was sure his eyes flickered in the direction of my crotch, so I brushed my hand across my crotch.
"Something wrong?" I asked, looking up at him.
"No, say, those are good looking slacks, sir," he said and licked his lips.
"Thanks. I like the way your shorts fit too." I couldn't help but grin.
The traffic direction changed just then so I had to drive on. All day at work I kept thinking about him. I felt sure he was cruising me, but I couldn't figure out exactly how to make a next move.
That night I was further back in the traffic when he stopped it so we didn't get a chance to talk. He did wave as I drove by and I waved back.
The next day was Friday and yet again I was the car stopped by his signal as I went to work. He was again wearing very tight shorts and showing a heavy weight endowment as he came toward me.
"At least it's Friday," I said. "You get the week-end off, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," he said, "There's another crew then. I'm out of here at six o'clock tonight."
"Sounds great. Have a good week-end," I said. I stared blatantly at his bulging crotch and decided to risk making a direct comment. I nodded in the direction of his basket.
"Get some relief for that weapon you're carrying," I said, smiling
"I'd rather take care of yours for you, sir," he said very quietly, sounding very serious.
I was stunned, and started to respond, but the driver behind me honked his horn and the guy turned the traffic signal around and waved me on with a smile.
"See you tonight," he called.
At work, I thought over all the brief conversations we'd had and was looking forward eagerly to that night. Sure enough, he was at my end of the traffic stop as I approached and it looked like he would stop traffic at my car again. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock and balls, pushing my shorts down below them. Just from thinking about him, my dick was getting hard and it had grown to almost seven and a half of its full nine inches.
He didn't disappoint me, stopping the traffic with me first in line and walking toward the car.
"How're you doing?" I asked as he approached.
"I'm doing okay...oh man, that's beautiful," he said staring down at my cock and balls.
"Here's my address," I said, handing him a card. "Come on over when you get off work. It's only a short way."
"Oh, yes sir, I'll be there as soon as I can. My God, what a big cock you've got."
"It'll get bigger, I promise." I said, taking it in my hand.
"Oh, don't!" he said, "Save it for me, please."
The traffic changed direction and I drove on home. I drove into the garage and climbed out of the car, trying to stuff my stiffening cock and my balls back in my shorts. When I got in the house, I undressed, stripped off my shorts and put on a pair of tight levi cut-offs, arranging my cock and balls down my left leg and leaving a button open. The shorts were just long enough to hide my equipment.
It was nice and cool in the house, so I sat down and looked at the newspaper. It was just a couple of minutes after six when he arrived.
I let him in and closed the door. When I turned back he was on his knees in front of me.
"Please sir, please let me be your slave," he said very quietly, "I will do whatever you say, and you can do anything you want to me."
"Whoa!" I said, putting my hands under his arms and pulling him up to his feet. "Let's get to know each other a little bit first."
I motioned him into the family room. I asked if he wanted a beer or something.
"Oh, please, sir, let me get one for you," he answered and I shrugged, "Okay, they're in the 'fridge." He walked to the kitchen and returned with two beers, handed one to me then sat down on the floor in front of me.
"First of all, what's your name?" I asked, telling him mine. He answered that his name was Randy.
"I really got turned on by you," he said, "That's the only reason I was brave enough to say that to you this morning."
"I find you extremely attractive too, Randy," I answered, grinning. "You know, I don't usually pull my cock out while I'm driving." He smiled that beautiful smile.
"Look Randy," I said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I can handle this slave and master routine. I'm really pretty old fashioned, I guess."
"That's okay," he said, "I just want to do whatever you want."
"I know, but I really don't like being 'trade' either," I said.
"I understand," he said, "But someday I'd like you to try being my master, even if it's just for a while."
"I'll think about it," I said, trying to pull him up on the sofa.
"Can I see your cock again, sir?" he asked.
"Sure, go for it."
He reached out and grabbed a handful of my basket, groaning as he felt the size and growing hardness of it. He undid the remaining buttons and reached inside, drawing my cock and balls out so my balls hung down between my legs and my cock arched out over them. He fondled them gently, and looked up into my eyes.
"This is so beautiful," he said, "Can I suck it?"
"Sure, for a while," I answered, sliding forward to push my crotch out. He bent forward and kissed and licked my cock and each of my balls before he sucked the head of my dick into his mouth.
"Mmm," he groaned as half of my cock filled his mouth, then he moved between my legs, still on the floor. In that position he could take more of my cock in his mouth and he began sucking it like crazy. He lowered his head even further which allowed my dick to enter his throat and, slurping almost the whole thing inside, his mouth dove down to my nuts.
"Oh, yeah, suck it Randy!" I called out, "Take that cock down your throat!"
He didn't need much encouragement and was soon sucking my entire cock into his mouth and throat with almost every stroke. I wasn't prepared for what happened next, though.
He reached up and took my balls in his hand and as he sucked down to my balls, he began trying to stuff them into his mouth along with my cock. It took him several tries, but finally he succeeded. I felt the incredible feeling of having not only my whole cock but also my balls engulfed in his hot, moist mouth.
"Jesus!" I cried, "I've never felt that before. Nobody's ever taken my cock and balls like that."
He held them in his mouth for some time, his tongue massaging my balls, then let my balls slip between his lips and finally moved off my dick too.
"You like that, sir?" he asked. "I'm going to do everything I can think of to give you pleasure."
"Oh yeah, that was wild," I said, "That's something I've never felt before."
He dove back down on my cock and sucked it down his throat, taking several more deep strokes before he again managed to stuff my balls in his mouth with my dick down his throat.
"Oh, yeah, man! That's a wild feeling. God, how do you do that?"
He didn't answer but continued deep throating my cock, sucking my balls into his mouth every so often. I felt my climax starting to build deep in my saliva-coated nuts and realized I could come very quickly if I wasn't careful.
"Hey, come back up here," I said, trying to pull him up on the sofa, and he reluctantly released my cock and balls from his mouth.
"Yours is the biggest cock I've ever been able to take that way," he said proudly, standing up.
"I wanna find out what you look like under these clothes," I said, glad to notice that he dropped the 'sir.' I undid the button and zipper on his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He was wearing a jock strap underneath. He took off his shirt and pitched it on the sofa.
"Turn around," I said and whistled as he pirouetted. He had a very compact body, nicely muscled but not overly so. His skin was clear and he had a very sexy ass, well outlined by the jock strap.
"You've got a damn nice body and it's giving me all kinds of ideas."
"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry." he caught himself. "I wanna do whatever you want. I want to please you. "
"You are, just being here, believe me. Now let's see this," I said as I reached into the pouch of his jock and drew out his very hard cock and balls. His circumcised cock was about seven inches long, not too thick, and beautifully formed.
"That's a beauty," I murmured as I sucked the first several inches of his cock into my mouth. His cock was sweaty but clean-smelling and I sucked more and more until I'd gotten it all in my mouth. His body quivered as the head of his cock passed my throat opening, and after taking the last inch or so, my lips reached his nuts. I sucked his cock several minutes, feeling his body tensing and finally tried a couple of times unsuccessfully to push his nuts in my mouth while his dick was in my throat.
"I still don't know how you did that," I said, letting his stiff rod slip from between my lips.
"What you did felt great to me," he said, smiling, and I redoubled my determination to figure out how to do what he'd done to him.
"Sit down and let's talk some more," I suggested, and he moved next to me on the sofa. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm 22," he said, "And I've been gay as long as I can remember." He went on to say that he was studying engineering at college and that's why he was working on the road crew.
"I'd hoped to be building roads, but instead I'm just a traffic cop," he laughed. He told me he was an only child and that his father had died when he was very young. He said he wasn't too close to his mother and had been living on his own for several years.
"Tell me about you." he said.
I told him briefly about myself, even admitting to being age 28 which seemed very old at the time. I told him about my work and that I'd lived here for three years, and so on. I reached out to lightly pinch one of his nipples just as I was finishing. His body tensed again and I realized I'd found a special 'hot' spot, knowledge which I filed away for later reference.
"What's your favorite way to come?" he asked me.
"I don't know that I have a favorite way," I answered, "I like most of the usual ways, I guess. What about you? How do you like to come?"
"Well," He paused. "I have to be honest. I just got out of a very heavy relationship recently where I was only allowed to come once in a while. I guess because of that I didn't think about it very much." I shook my head.
"I'm sorry to say it, but that's what bothers me about that kind of thing. I guess the role playing part is okay sometimes, but if I'm having sex with a guy, I want to make sure he gets the pleasure of coming too."
"I understand," Randy said, "I really do and I think it's great." He reached out and stroked my semi-hard cock. "You sure have a big cock."
"Tell you what, let's go in on the bed," I suggested, "I want to suck your cock some more, and I'd like to feel my cock down your throat again too."
We moved to the bedroom, and I removed his jock strap after I had undressed. We both laid down and he quickly moved to suck my dick into his mouth. I turned him into a sixty-nine position and soon we both had dicks stroking down into our throats. He repeated his trick of sucking both my cock and balls into his mouth and though I got closer, I just couldn't do it.
I decided that I wanted to make him come first so I tried to focus on the long cock in my mouth and sucked as fast as I could. We both sucked steadily and I felt my climax nearing but tried to force it back, and redoubled my efforts on his cock.
I felt his body tense, so I reached for one of his nipples and began twisting it with some pressure while never letting up on his cock. That did the trick and I felt his balls pull up tight to his body, and his cock began to quiver in my mouth. He released my cock suddenly.
"Oh God, yes. I can't help it. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!" he shouted, then quickly gulped my cock back into his mouth. I tasted the first blast of his hot, salty load as it shot deep in my mouth. His cock spasmed violently and shot wildly into my mouth, his load coming so freely that I had to swallow a couple of times to catch it all. His cock continued to spasm even after his ejaculation stopped and I sucked it gently until it began to soften.
He had never stopped sucking my cock and I realized now that my own climax was very near. I stopped sucking his delicious cock.
"Suck it, Randy!" I cried out, "Take my cock down your throat. I'm gonna feed you a big load of my cum, buddy! Take it! Take it NOW!"
Just as my balls erupted and my load started pumping into his mouth, he again took both my cock and balls into his mouth and held them there while my juices flowed down his throat. His lips squeezed against my scrotum and urged more and more cum from them. He let my balls slip from his mouth but continued sucking my cock, nursing the last drops of my load.
"You sure had a big wad stored up in there," I said, fondling his balls gently, "It was delicious."
"Wow," he said finally releasing my cock, "What a beautiful big load you shot." He paused, "I haven't come like that myself in a long time." I was glad to see that he was smiling.
"Come up here, buddy," I said, pulling him toward me and kissing him as our lips met for the first time. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and slowly felt him begin to react and kiss me back. His mouth relaxed and we were soon tongue-kissing each other wildly.
We kept it up for quite a long time, our cocks growing stiff as we shared our excitement and passion. Randy nuzzled against my chest and whispered to me.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass and make me yours. Please don't say no."
"I'd never say no to fucking you," I said, "Your body really turns me on."
I opened the night stand where I always keep a supply of KY, and unscrewed the tube with one hand. I squeezed some onto my finger tips and slid my hand between his ass cheeks, inserting two fingers into his very hot hole.
"Oh yes! Oh yes," he moaned as I spread the sticky fluid into him. I gathered more lubricant onto my fingers and this time shoved three fingers in his ass. He moaned at the added intrusion but made no move away from my probing fingers.
"How do you want me?" he asked, sitting up.
"I want you to lie right here so I can enjoy looking at your handsome face and sexy body. I moved him onto his back, grabbed a large batch of KY and coated my stiff cock with it. I wiped my hand on a towel in the drawer, then moved between his legs.
"Fuck me as hard as you want to," he said looking at my cock with his eyes widened.
"We'll start slow and go from there," I said, smiling. "We're both gonna enjoy this."
I positioned the head of my cock at his opening and looked up at him and smiled while I pushed the first two inches into him.
"God, it's huge," he groaned and I felt his body tense.
"Yeah, and it's long too, so relax and I'll go slowly."
I started moving into him, taking short fuck strokes but increasing the penetration little by little until I was stroking a little over half of my cock into him.
"Oh yes. Put that big cock in me!" he said in a hoarse whisper. "Let me have it."
"We're getting there," I tried to sound calm but his hot asshole had my cock on fire. I continued lengthening the strokes until he'd taken all but the last inch of my cock. I knew it was far from the first time he'd been fucked, but his ass gripped my cock very tightly and the stimulation from his sheath was tremendous.
"Here comes the last of it, baby," I whispered, "Want my whole cock in you?"
"Oh yes, sir. Fuck me. Make me yours."
I moved back, pulling about half of my cock from his hole, paused briefly, then drove the whole nine inches of cock into his fiery asshole. When I'd reach the fullest depth, I held it there and my cock throbbed violently from the heat and muscle action of his ass.
"What a great fuckin' ass, baby," I cried out, withdrawing half of my cock and then plunging back in him to the hilt again. It was a second mighty drive and his eyes appear to lose focus momentarily as my cock drove into him.
"Oh God, yes! Give me all of your big cock," he yelled, "Fuck me! Use my ass! Give it to me!"
I started fucking him more slowly and deliberately, but still stroking to the full depth each time. I experimented with speeds and directions, finding ways to get the best reaction from him. When I'd finally discovered the ways he liked taking my cock best, I started exploiting those strokes and directions fiercely.
He liked it best when I fucked him deeply and to the left side where my cock had maximum contact with his prostate. He reacted to every stroke, moaning and groaning and sometimes mumbling words I couldn't understand. He started moving his ass to meet my cock, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into him.
"What a fuck!" he shouted, "I've never been fucked like this. You're driving me crazy with your cock in there! Oh yes, fuck my ass! Fuck it!"
I kept up the pace of my fucking, knowing that my climax was building rapidly from the heat and stimulation of his ass. I kept fucking him the way he liked best, and fucked as hard and deep as I could.
"Oh God. I don't believe it!" he almost yelled, "I'm gonna come. Your fuckin' is making me come! Here it comes! Here it comes!"
His hard cock arched up to his belly and I grabbed hold of it just as his eruption started, the first blast landing way up at his throat.
My own load was ready to erupt and the spasms and twitching of his asshole drove me finally over the edge and my cock exploded deep in his bowels like a rocket, coating his insides with my cum, as I continued to piston my cock deep into him.
His climax continued as his cock pumped cum all over his chest and belly and he put his arms around my neck pulled me toward him tightly.
Our lips met and we kissed in the last moments of mutual climax, my cock still spouting hot juices deep in his ass as his cock continuing to spew out his man juice between our bodies.
We held each other until the spasms and quivering of our climaxes had subsided, kissing all the while. Finally calm returned and I laid down on top of him, totally spent but with my cock still buried deep in his ass.
"Oh..." he moaned, "I've never known it like that. Never. Never."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean just that. I've never felt anything so wonderful as you fucking me. No one's ever made me feel as good as you do. It felt so damn good, I was like a dream."
"That's not a dream," I murmured, giving my cock a little throb in his ass.
"Oh, I don't mean that," he said quickly, "Believe me, I know I've been fucked. But my ass feels great. The whole thing was just fantastic. But coming like that was amazing. You know, I've never come getting fucked before."
"Then maybe the wrong guy's been fucking you," I suggested quietly.
"Maybe so. Maybe you're right. But my ass is yours now, anytime you want it."
"And I want my cock back in you again soon. You're a great fuck, you know," I said, "But it's still not a one-way street, at least not with me."
I started to push myself up and back, letting my cock slide from his ass.
"Wait," he said when my cock left his body and I stood at the foot of the bed, "Let me." He quickly turned around and sucked my cum-streaked cock into his mouth from below, lapping the accumulated juices from it.
"I'll trade you," I said, bending forward and licking up the cum splattered all over his chest and abdomen. We kept at it until my dick and his torso were tongue-bath clean.
"You're really a hot dude, you know that," I said, gathering him up in my arms again on the bed. We tasted ourselves and each other as we kissed passionately.
A long time later we finally got up, showered together and sat in the living room with a drink.
He told me some things about his prior relationship prior to coming here for engineering school. He'd been an almost total sexual and physical slave to an older guy. It seemed frankly perverse, but I did my best not to comment. I told him about my lover of four years who was killed the year before in a car accident. It wasn't a maudlin conversation, it was just getting those subjects out of the way.
We talked until almost ten o'clock, stopping to cook and eat dinner. Then he stayed the night, sleeping very peacefully in my arms, and it was the best night's sleep I'd had in almost a year.
I awoke to find that he was still nestled in my arms, my stiff cock pressed against his ass.
"What're you thinking about?" I asked, kissing him tenderly on the cheek.
"Honest? I was thinking about two things. First, I was thinking about the way you fucked me last night. It was great. You fucked hard because it felt good to you, but you also cared about how it felt to me and how I would get off."
"You really think that's unusual?" I asked, "I haven't gotten fucked very often, but that's the way I'd like a guy to feel if he is going fuck me."
"Oh, you're right," he answered, "But I don't think many do."
"And what else were you thinking about?"
"Okay, I'll tell you, but promise you won't get angry," he said. I nodded in agreement.
"I was thinking that your hard on probably means you have to piss, and I was wondering how you'd feel if I asked you to piss in my mouth. It kinda turns me on."
"Oh," I admit I was startled, "I've never done that before."
"You might find it kinky, but it could be kind of fun," he suggested, "But it's up to you, of course."
"No, it's not. We make the decisions together. If you want me to, let's try it."
"Okay, then, please do," he said. He threw back the covers and got down on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and he took my cock into his mouth. When I felt his hot mouth on my dick, it got harder instead of relaxing so I could piss.
"This is not gonna work," I said, but he began massaging my legs and thighs and suddenly I felt a change come over me and my cock relaxed. I started to piss into his mouth. He swallowed quickly and steadily as I pissed and soon drained my bladder completely. As he sucked the last drops from my dick head, he began to suck up and down the shaft and my cock was soon hard as a rock again and this time ready for sex.
"That's unbelievable," I said, "And I admit it was kind of a wild sensation. You're full of surprises, aren't you?."
Randy went to the bathroom and when he returned he crawled into bed and snuggled up next to me.
"Maybe we can teach each other a few things, huh?" he suggested.
"Probably," I said and held him close to me again. "Let's see what happens."
What happened next was an even more satisfying fuck than the night before, both of us reaching climax within seconds of the other. So satisfied were we both, that we actually fell asleep again, my cock up his ass, and slept almost another hour before getting up.
This part of my story took place three years ago. Randy has been living with me since about six months later, when he was allowed to move off campus. It's been a wild adventure during which we've tried a lot of crazy things, some working out and some not. He'll finish school this Spring and he's already got a job with a local engineering firm.
It has been something of a sexual adventure and I've become more understanding of how sexy certain parts of slave and master relationships can be. I've never said no about trying anything, and I've persuaded him to try a few things too. He claims he doesn't like fucking me that much, but he sure drives that hot cock of his into my ass beautifully when we do that.
The most important thing to me is that he has taken a place in my life that I thought could never be filled again. The second most important thing is that I've learned how to take his balls in my mouth and his cock down my throat at the same time.
Success is both sweet and salty in this case!