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Fire and Ice
This one goes way back. One of the best fucks of my life and maybe the sexiest dude I ever got naked with, even though everything didn't go as planned.
I was probably 24 then. At 6'1" and 175, I was a corn-fed farm boy on the lookout for dick. My hair was brown with a reddish tint to it. I had a short beard that was even redder; and then, when the clothes came off, my hairy chest and pubes were practically orange. Keep in mind, this was about 1980 and we weren't "trimming" back then. When I say pubes, it really was a bush. I was one hairy, horny, ginger boy.
I was back home from college for the weekend. I'd spent most of the day Saturday with the parents, then hung out that night with my best buddy, Andres. Andres was a lean, hairy, sexy Mexican dude with a long, uncut dick. Unfortunately, I only knew that from locker rooms and sleepovers. Oh, and that one time last summer when he fucked his girlfriend on his living room floor when they thought I was asleep on the couch. For the record, I was not asleep. They left the lamp on and I had an amazing view as they cycled through various positions, while I furtively rubbed one out under my blanket. While hetero sex didn't hold much interest for me, Andres' fat dick sure did. It would be another year before I got the chance to experience it up close, but that's a whole other story.
Just my luck, when I woke up Sunday a storm had dumped about six inches of wet sloppy snow overnight. Typical for my Rocky Mountain hometown in January, but still annoying. By mid-morning the plows were out and I figured I should start my two hour trip back to my college apartment. Since I was a horny youngster, I decided to make a quick detour before I got on the freeway. There was a cruisy area along the river near downtown. It was hit and miss, especially in the light of day; but that's the whole point of hit or miss. You never know unless you try.
Of course there weren't many people out. I was ready to admit defeat, when I noticed a guy coming up the snowy slope from the riverbank. I slowed way down, hoping to get a good look at him. While everyone else in town seemed to be hibernating inside where it was warm, this guy was bundled up and out exploring. He had on a stocking cap and parka. His jeans were tucked into snowmobile boots. He watched me slow down as I checked him out. He met my gaze and stared right back at me. My snowman was a hunk. He had some ice crystals in his moustache and his cheeks were bright red. I drove ahead till I could safely make a u-turn, then timed my return so I our routes would intersect.
This is the awkward part of cruising in daylight. Pick-up lines and furtive glances are easier in the dark of night. What was I going to say to this guy? In the end, I just rolled down my window as he got closer and called out the first thing that came to mind.
"What the fuck's wrong with you! You must be fuckin' freezing!"
I knew if I pissed him off, I could just drive away. Seeing him up close, the one thing I knew is I did NOT want to drive away. Fortunately, his response was even better than I'd hoped. He just stared at me for a few seconds, then he threw his head back and let out a roaring laugh. I'm telling you, he looked like a fucking lumberjack! He took a step closer to my beat up Celica.
"You're not wrong, Bud. It was amazing for the first hour. Now my boots are full of snow, my balls are frozen, the charm has worn off and I'm a couple miles from home."
He was right next to me now. He put his right arm on the roof of the car and I could tell he was enjoying the warmth coming from inside.
"Well, get your ass in the car where it's warm. I'll give you a ride."
He leaned in and looked straight into my eyes.
"Is that your best line? I'll give you a ride?"
At this point, we were way past innuendo. It was obvious I was cruising him. He was cruising back, right? But he looked so serious now. I wanted the laughing lumberjack back. I figured it was now or never. So I said something that was uncharacteristically courageous for me.
"Your balls aren't much use to me frozen. If you get in the car, I'll warm them up. Then you can let me know how you're going to pay for the ride."
He let go with another roaring laugh as he started to walk around to the passenger side of the car. I leaned across and opened the door for him. I was a broke-ass student and the door latch on that side was jammed. He was a big guy and the car was pretty damn small. He eased in butt first and kicked his boots together to get most of the snow off before he swung his legs inside. The view of his big ass in his snug jeans had my cock at full mast. He pulled the door closed and looked at me as he pulled off his stocking cap and gloves. Fuck. Not only was he good looking, but he was looking at me like a starving man looks at a sizzling steak. He looked me over and then laughed again, but quieter this time. When he spoke, his voice was deep and seductive.
"Looks like someone has a big, old hard on. Is that from checking out my ass while I was trying to squeeze into this little car of yours? Or at your age is it always trying to poke its way outta your jeans?"
My age? I'd initially thought he was just a couple years older than me. Seeing him up close and without the hat, he was probably ten years older. Even better. This stud was right out of my dreams.
"It's so fucking hard, and it's definitely your fault . You have someplace we can go?"
"You promised me a ride, cowboy. If we go back to my place, you're getting fucked. Do we have a deal?"
"Oh, hell yes."
As I put the car in gear, he rested his hand over mine on the shift knob. He left it there, teasing me as I drove. When I got to the main road, he moved his hand to my thigh. We didn't say much. He kept rubbing my leg through my jeans, occasionally going high enough to bump my boner with the back of his hand. I was moaning and he seemed to like hearing it. Each time he touched my dick, he chuckled at my reaction. After ten minutes he was directing me to a parking spot in front of a well-kept four unit apartment building.
Within seconds of getting in the front door, he had me pushed up against the wall. He was a good couple inches taller than me and a helluva lot stronger. After a few minutes of kissing as he rubbed against me, he turned me around to face the wall. Then he was grinding on my ass and biting the back of my neck. He worked one hand under my sweatshirt and started to explore.
"You're fucking hairy, aren't ya boy? This is gonna be fun!"
He dropped his hand to my crotch and squeezed my hard cock through my jeans. When I moaned, I was rewarded with another deep, throaty chuckle. He laughed even harder at my startled reaction after he used his other hand to give me a hard smack on the ass. He turned me back around and his lips were on mine again. He reached around me and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, pulling our groins even tighter together. Jesus, could this guy kiss. His next move sealed the deal as far as I was concerned. He took one hand off my ass and used it to pop the top button on my 501s. That simple move gave him enough room to get his free hand down the back of my jeans. He slowly slid his finger down my hairy crack until he found his target. At first he just rubbed his finger against my puckered hole as I moaned; but soon he was pushing inside of me. He leaned his head back and looked me directly in the eye.
"Feels pretty warm in there, tiger. You wanna help thaw me out?"
"I'll do whatever you want."
"Good boy! I like your attitude. You just need to know that once I get inside that ass, I'm not pulling out until I'm done. You can't chicken out. You're not scared of a big dick are ya?"
I couldn't find words to answer him. I just shook my head and smiled. I hadn't seen his cock yet. I'd only been fucked about a dozen times at that stage of my life. I was new enough to bottoming that there was still some initial pain if the top was well-endowed. But even with a sample size of only a few fucks, I had learned that the skill of the guy doing the fucking was more important than size of his tool. I hoped that getting fucked by an older man, one with more experience, was going to be a step up from fumbling around with dudes my age. With his finger still probing my ass he started to guide me through the apartment toward his bedroom.
"Come on, tiger. Let's get you naked!"
His living room was neat and well furnished, even though one entire wall was being used as storage for his outdoor hobbies. There was a weight bench, a bike, skis, roller blades, hockey gear, fishing poles, etc. He noticed me checking out all his stuff and gave me a wink.
"An old guy's gotta stay in shape to keep up with you young bucks. Why don't you help me out of these clothes and see if I pass inspection."
He shrugged off his heavy parka and then let me pull his sweatshirt over his head. Next came a long sleeved tee shirt. That still left a white undershirt that couldn't hide the swirls of dark hair underneath. When I got that over his head, he raised his arm to smell his hairy armpit. After he took a sniff, he grabbed my head and brought my nose right into his musky pit. Maybe he was testing me. If so, this is a test I could pass. I'd never used poppers at this point in my life, but to this day, a guy's natural smells bone me up faster than Jungle Juice. He held my face there, letting me inhale before I started to lick. I was rewarded with another growl.
"I got pretty sweaty under all those layers of clothes. Want me to take a quick shower?"
He laughed at how quickly and loudly I nixed that idea. While I don't mind a freshly showered guy, and I have no interest in a guy who hasn't showered in weeks; the natural smell of a guy who's worked up an honest sweat is still one of my favorites things in the world. I knelt down and unlaced his boots, pulling them off before rubbing his feet through his sweaty socks. I looked up at him as I reached for the buttons to his jeans. His smile was beaming as I pulled the buttons open and buried my face in his crotch to sniff. Even under the waffle pattern of his insulated long underwear, I could feel the heat of his hard, thick cock. I chewed on it through the fabric as he pushed his jeans to his ankles and stepped out of them. I peeled down the long johns expecting to reveal my prize. Instead, there was one more layer: a pair of threadbare cotton boxers. His fat dick was pitching a major tent, so the fly was gaping open with wisps of hair poking out. I could see the outline of his cut cock head. It nearly reached his hip.
"Okay, tiger. The undies stay on you until you catch up to me. Get naked!"
He barked that last part as an order. I'd taken off my coat and kicked my shoes off earlier. It only took me seconds to pull my sweatshirt over my head and push my jeans down. I always went commando back then. My dick was not as long or thick as his, but no one had ever complained yet.
"Let's have a look. Turn around, buddy. You're fuckin' sexy. Show it off for me!"
I was happy to have him watch me. I'd never been with a guy who was so open and casual about what we were doing. Even though he was way out of my league, he genuinely seemed to like my body. He genuinely seemed to like me. All the sexual encounters I'd had so far were fairly quick and there hadn't been much conversation. I was surprised how comfortable I felt. Today, my snowman was putting me at ease. I may have got carried away, because after I turned away from him a second time, I bent over to show off my ass. I was actually looking at him upside down from between my legs. His reaction was another loud laugh, followed by a resounding slap on my ass.
"Okay, stud. I don't think I can wait anymore. I'm dying to get inside that furry, red-haired hole of yours. You ready to pull these boxers down, boy?"
I sunk to my knees in front of him. He did a little flex for me and laughed. I couldn't believe that I was going to have sex with this beefy, hairy god. I pulled the waistband of his shorts out to clear the club he'd been hiding. I let them drop to the floor. Then, I'm afraid I just stared at him a little too long. His cock was probably between seven and eight inches; and it was so damn thick. His head was wider than the shaft and there was a bead of precum just getting ready to drip off the end. I leaned in and swiped at it with my tongue, making him shiver. Then I opened as wide as I could and took just the fat head into my mouth. His hands came to my head and he held me there. Not pulling me further down. Not pushing me away. Just holding me in place. Then he leaned down, lifted me up and slid his tongue into my mouth where his cock had just been.
"Damn! This is my lucky day! Ready to get that ass fucked, son?"
The bedroom was the first door down the hallway. He was pushing me ahead of him. Standing next to the bed, he pulled me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. His pelvis was pumping his hardon against my furry belly and his hands were exploring my back and ass. He found my hole again with a finger. After a little exploring, he gave me a swat on the ass, hip-checked me so I fell onto the bed; then turned to leave.
"You're fuckin' tight, boy. I'll be back in a flash."
From the next room I heard the toilet seat hit the tank, followed by the sound of a thunderous stream of piss. It went on long enough that I was tempted to sneak out and see if I could take a peek. I like to watch. But then there was a flush. His cock had naturally deflated when he pissed, but as he walked into the room I could see it steadily rising until it was poking straight out again. He was carrying a jar of vaseline and a towel. He laid down next to me and kissed me as his hand made its way to my ass. The kiss intensified and I felt his cock pulse against my side as a greasy finger slid inside me. He started gently but soon there was a second finger. More lube. The probing became more aggressive.
He moved between my legs and took my dripping cock into his mouth as he continued to stretch me out. Then with his fingers still inside me, he continued sucking me as his other hand went to my chest and started to tease my nipple. I liked to play with my nips when I jerked off. Up to this point, no one else had ever paid so much attention to them. Responding to my moans, he amped up the pinching before moving to the other tit. My ass was starting to feel more relaxed. By stimulating my ass and my dick and my tits all at once, there was a split second where I thought I was going to cum too soon. As if he sensed that, he let up on my cock just in time. Then he scooted up close between my legs and scooped up more vaseline. He coated his prick and pushed one more glob up inside me.
"Just breathe, tiger. I'm not going to hurt you. I've done this before."
He had my legs spread wide with my thighs resting on his. He moved his hips and brought the head of his cock to my hole without using his hands. His eyes were locked directly on mine. He brought his big, vaseline covered hand up to my cock and gripped it as he rubbed his cock head against me. For several minutes he gently stroked my cock as he rocked back and forth, letting the head of his cock go halfway in, then out again.
"Here we go, baby. Open up for me."
He rocked forward and the head breached my hole. He waited a bit, then started rocking again. He wasn't letting the head escape now. He fucked against the opening to my ass just using the head. It felt fucking huge, but I wasn't hurting. He continued to take his time and let me get accustomed to his girth.
"I can't believe how warm you are inside. You feel fucking great. You doing okay down there?"
All I could do was nod. It was amazing so far, but I was still anticipating the pain. He leaned forward enough to grab the back of my neck with one hand and hold me in place. He hadn't broken eye contact yet.
"Push out now, boy. Let's get this dick in you."
I felt each inch slowly sink inside of me. He was using his hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place. It felt comforting. I wanted this. I was not going to try and escape. Before he was all the way inside, he pulled back slowly and fucked me using the only the first few inches. After a few minutes he carefully withdrew and applied more lube before slipping back in hands-free again. He placed his hand back on my cock and gave me a squeeze.
"I think your ready, stud. I fucking love to see a boy like you on his back: waiting and looking up at me. Push out now, and for Christ's sake, breathe."
He pushed all the way in and stopped, holding me tight. His cock felt fucking huge. I could feel his bushy pubes against my balls. I'd never felt anything like this before. He gave me a minute to adjust while he combed through my chest hair with his fingers. Then his hand started to stroke me again and he slowly pulled back, then he pushed forward until he bottomed out again. The pace gradually picked up, his stroking matching the time of his thrusts. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I was feeling things I'd never felt before. As he pumped more steadily now, he wrinkled up his forehead. He looked down where we were connected, then back up at my face.
"I keep saying your ass is warm, tiger. It's actually burning hot. What have you been eating, baby?"
As soon as he said that, I knew what was happening. Last night at Andres' apartment, he heated up some tamales his grandmother had made for him. I had been drinking beer to start with, then switched to water and then milk because my mouth had been on fire. Now I remembered how it burned sometimes going to the bathroom the day after eating his grandma's amazing cooking. Is it possible he can feel that? Why have I never heard anybody talk about this before?
"I had some really spicy Mexican food at my buddy's place last night. Could that be it? I didn't know that was a thing."
"I don't know. It's a new one for me. Let's see how long I can last, tiger."
He leaned down and slipped his tongue in my mouth as he started to fuck faster. As amazing as it felt, I was feeling self conscious. I don't know if it was just the power of suggestion, but now I started to feel the heat myself. He rose back up on his knees and really started to pound me. His face was changing expression now. His look of intensity shifted to a smile before he started to chuckle. After a few more hard thrusts, he pulled all the way out. He was laughing uncontrollably now.
"My dick is on fire, stud. I don't know what's happening but we'll figure something out. There's no way you're getting out of this bed with my cum inside you."
He was still laughing. I could see the gears turning in his head, trying to come up with a solution.
"Don't move. Be right back."
He ran to the bathroom and I could hear the faucet running. Was he washing off his dick? As he came back into the bedroom, I saw him glance out the window, then smile. He leaned over and kissed me. Then as he stood back up, he grabbed the pillow and put it over my face.
"Give me a second. I have an idea."
I couldn't see, but I heard him walk around the bed. Then there was a blast of cold air as he opened the bedroom window. After a few seconds, I heard a snap, and then the window slammed shut. I felt him get back on the bed between my legs. With a freshly lubed hand he stroked my cock back to full hardness. Then he applied more vaseline to my hole.
"Trust me, tiger. I'm going to try something."
It's hard to describe the shock as the temperature in my ass dropped by eighty degrees. I knocked the pillow off my face to see him pulling a rapidly melting piece of icicle out of my ass. My eyes shot to the window where I could see the stub remaining outside where he had broken it off. He laughed when he saw me watching him. He tossed what was left of the icicle on the towel, applied more lube to his cock and slipped back inside of me. His cock had softened some due to the distraction. It was incredible feeling it grow harder as he pushed all the way in. By the time his pubes were against my ass again, he was fully hard and ready.
"Sorry for the surprise, bud, but I think that bought us some time."
He knew my hole was opened up now. After a few more slow, determined, deep strokes, he started to hammer fuck me. As he used the full length of his cock to plow my hole, he took a wrist in each hand. Placing them either side of my head, he gripped my wrists as he pinned me to the mattress. He was putting all his weight on me, holding me in place so his thrusts wouldn't slam me into the headboard. Still restraining me, he leaned down and started making out. In addition to his tongue, I could feel the vibration of his moans coming from deep in his throat. I loved the feeling of being under his control. I loved that he was using me for his pleasure. The fact that he was taking me to new heights was just icing on the cake. In the past, I'd noticed that sometimes my dick would go soft when I was getting fucked hard; but this was my roughest, most intense fuck to date and my boner was rock solid, rubbing against his furry belly. I knew I couldn't handle much more of this without blasting.
He released his grip on my wrists and straightened up. He must've felt how hard my dick had been trapped between us. He looked down now and watched it bounce each time his slammed into me. He looked at me with a cocky smirk and gave my boner a swift slap. He laughed as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Then he was lifting my legs until my ankles were over his shoulders. He grabbed my cock and started to stroke.
"You're heating up again, bud. Doesn't matter now 'cause I'm getting close to flooding your guts. Is that what you want?"
I nodded furiously.
"I wanna hear you say it, cowboy. I haven't gotten off for 4 days. You want all that nut up inside of ya? Quench that fire in your hole?"
"Fuck yeah! I want it. Please cum in me!"
I don't think I'd ever wanted anything so bad. I wanted to tell him to quit touching my cock. I was so close. I was worried I'd cum before he did. In the past, it hurt like hell if I was getting fucked after I orgasmed. I shouldn't have worried. After I told him I wanted his cum, he went into overdrive. His face was red and the veins on his forehead were pulsing. He threw his head back and growled. I gasped as I felt my load start to travel up the length of my cock. He made one final plunge deep into my guts and held tight. Seconds later, my cum was spraying everywhere as his balls pumped their contents into my hot, greasy, eager hole. After he stopped shaking, he collapsed on top of me and I felt his fat cock plop out, followed by a stream of jizz.
At first, the only sound in the room was two sweaty guys trying to catch their breath. It didn't take long though before he started to laugh again. It was a chuckle at first, then he was howling. He reached over and slid two fingers into my sloppy, dripping hole.
"I don't know what the fuck happened there. I'm glad it did though. I don't think either of us will forget that fuck."
He was right about that. I haven't forgotten.
I've told the story to a few guys over the years. Most thought I was crazy. One said the closest he got was not washing his hands well enough between chopping habaneros and fingering his boyfriend. He made sure to use a nail brush and lots of soap after that. One asked if my buddy's grandmother removed the seeds from the peppers. Don't know, dude. I've eaten lots of Mexican and Thai food since then; as well as taken my share of dick. It never happened again; even though my spicy meals still sometimes burn more on their way out than they did on their way in.
Discomfort aside, it's a very pleasant memory for me. My only regret is that we never crossed paths again.
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