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Cynical and Disappointed
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Posted:Oct 11, 2021 10:05 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2022 3:16 am
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So far, I have encountered three "couples" that turned out to be dudes wanting a blowjob (not that there's anything wrong with that in principle) and two women who had financial motivation for their favors.
I have to admit that it has affected how I view others' profiles. I find myself thinking that the interesting and arousing people's profiles are just another cyber jerkoff.
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Evaluating My Objectives
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Posted:Apr 12, 2018 5:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2022 9:08 am
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While I was married, and not in a position to get together with another man very often, I was hot to trot at almost any opportunity. Now, I'm single and able to indulge in as much sucking and fucking with another guy as often as I want. That's a big advantage to being a bi male, guys are much easier to get laid by than the women I have encountered. There are lots of men who are in the same position I was in only a little over a month ago; they're married, bi, in the closet, and hot for cock.
The first three times that I hooked up for a blow-and-go since my recent circumstance were intense, hot, and cum-drenched. Guys give great head IMO, but I'm not feeling it so much any more. I don't feel the same connection to a man that I feel when I'm making love (do people still use that phrase anymore?) with a woman.
Don't get me wrong, a horned up guy and a nice dick still get my attention, but I'm not really getting what I want from the sex...aside from a great cum.
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The Wonders of Coconut Oil
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Posted:Apr 10, 2018 7:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2018 7:27 am
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I just discovered how much fun coconut oil can be. It is great for the skin, oh so slickery, and tastes good. It doesn't get sticky like water-based lube and I don't think that it will hurt latex condoms (the jury is still out on that) or silicone toys. Coconut oil also has anti-bacterial properties, and is safe to use outside and inside the body.
If you haven't included this great product in your repertoire of sexual deviance, I heartily recommend it.
http://One Night Stand Girls.com
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Miss Bonnie's Birthday
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Posted:Mar 20, 2018 10:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2018 11:03 am
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It was getting close to 6:00 p.m. when I hauled the last pile of branches to the compost heap. I had spent the past six hours trimming the extensive shrubbery that covered Mr. Evans' property. Working odd jobs was my summer gig when I was home from school and this summer had turned into a very profitable one. Charles Evans, a middle-aged widower, became my best . Not only did he have a lot of work for me to do, we also became friends with benefits, in spite of the age difference.
He "seduced" me after we worked to clear brush out of a fence line for two weekends. We had finished work for the day and were sitting around drinking beers. I was 18 (well, almost) but in those days you could drink when you were 18 and I had developed a taste for cold frothy brew. We had polished off a six-pack between us when Mr. Evans (I still think of him as Mr. Evans even though I'm older than he was at that time) asked me if I had ever played around with guys. I was pretty embarrassed, more by the truthful answer than by the question. "Yes, when I was a , my cousin and I would strip down and play with each other in our fort," I finally replied, a flush coloring my cheeks, my armpits sweating even more than when I was working my ass off.
"Did you suck each other?" Mr. Evans asked.
"No, we just jacked off, or rubbed our dicks together," I replied. This line of conversation was bringing back fond memories and I was getting more than a little bit turned on. When I noticed, Mr. Evans was getting turned on too. He was wearing a pair of cotton work pants and there was a distinct bulge along his left thigh.
"So you have never sucked a man's dick?" Mr. Evans prodded. "Have you ever thought about it?"
My own cock stirred as my mind raced. I had found a black-and-white photograph of a man sucking another man's dick in the shed of one of my that I cleaned out and have thought about sucking a dick almost every time I beat off since. I had never done anything "queer" since I stopped going to spend the summers at my uncle's farm and fooled around with my cousins, but I have caught myself sneaking peeks and secretly lusting after some of the guys in school. Here was this Man who was talking about all those nasty thoughts I had in my head. My dick was getting longer and thicker by the minute, straining against my briefs, bulging in my levi's.
"Well," Mr. Evans asked. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a hard dick in your mouth, feeling the head popping in and out of your lips?"
"Yes," I blushed, my pulse racing, palms sweating. "I have kind of wondered about it. I just don't know if I could do it."
"It looks like you could do it good from that hard-on in your jeans. You look like you're hot to suck some hard dick." Mr. Evans grinned as he squeezed the thick log along his thigh. "I bet if you had a chance you'd suck my big hard dick, wouldn't you?" With that, Mr. Evans stood up and unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled down his zipper. "You want some of this boy?" he asked as he pulled out his hard, uncut member.
I had a lump in my throat and was torn between dropping to my knees in front of Mr. Evans and worshipping his thick hard cock, or hauling ass outta there and never come back.
Mr. Evans' advance toward me, pulling back the foreskin and uncovering his big mushroom head, forced my decision. "Your dick is so big and hard," I said. "I do want to try to suck your hard cock." I got up to my knees as Mr. Evans reached where I was sitting and wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, squeezing firmly, his head swelled up like a shiny plum.
"Suck it boy," he said as he thrust his hips toward me, smiling warmly, the turgid tuber inches from my face.
Tentatively, I parted my lips and took the head into my mouth; the texture was so silky smooth beneath my tongue. I was sucking a dick and I was liking it! After a second or two, I began working my tongue around that glorious glans, working my hand up and down his shaft as I slurped on his knob.
Mr. Evans looked like he was enjoying what I was doing. His hips began moving back and forth working his big fat cock in and out between my lips, slowly fucking my hand and mouth. My saliva was flowing all over his dick now, providing lubrication.
"You're doing that real good, Joey," Mr. Evans moaned. "You sure you never did this before?" Mr. Evans held my head as he worked his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth with increasing fervor.
My jaws were getting sore, I had slobber drooling down my chin and Mr. Evans' cock damn near down my throat, bobbing up and down on his thick throbbing shaft, when all of a sudden, he roughly pulled my head all the way down on his cock, gagging me with it, making my eyes water and snot shoot out my nose and began to cum down my gullet. His cock pulsed and throbbed like a beating heart, rhythmically pumping gobs of viscous cum. I had no choice but to work my throat to keep from drowning on his thick hot load, swallowing in desperation to get a breath of air. After what seemed like an eternity, he let go of my head and I could pull off his dick, gasping, gagging, heaving. My whole body was trembling from excitement, as well as the stress of choking on Mr. Evans' monster member. I collapsed onto the grass wiping my face with my t-shirt and Mr. Evans sat down beside me and put his arm around my shoulder, slowly stroking his softening cock. It was covered with cum and slobber and it was so slick I couldn't help but slide my hand up and down it too, spreading his cum all over his hairy thighs and belly.
"I'm sorry I got a little rough with you Joe," he apologized. "You got me so hot I just couldn't stop cumming."
"Wow," I said catching my breath. "That was great! Did I do it good Mr. Evans?"
"Boy, you did fine, but you need to practice sucking dick until you can swallow me whole without choking," Mr. Evans reassured.
Anyhow, Mr. Evans and I practiced every chance we got from then on. He taught me all about the different pleasures a man can give to another that I'll go into in another story. Right now though, you get the drift of my summer with Mr. Evans and what was to come this steamy summer evening. So back to the story.
I put away the tools and knocked on Mr. Evans' door to let him know that I had finished, and also to see if he wanted to fool around. He came to the door in a pair of gym shorts and tank-top. I don't know what it was about him, but every time I was around him, all I could think of was his big hot dick and beefy body. "I'm all done for today Mr. Evans," I said. "Do you want me to come back tomorrow?"
"Actually, I have another little job for you to do tonight if you're not busy," he replied as he opened the door and motioned me inside.
I smiled knowingly and said, "I'm never to busy to work for you Mr. Evans," thinking that he wanted me to work on the big tool making a tent in his shorts.
"Hold on buddy, you haven't heard what I want you to do," he said.
Just then I looked around inside the house and noticed that Mr. Evans had done some major cleaning. The dining room table was set with three place settings and there was a wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Well, you remember Bonnie?" he said.
"Sure, she's your lady friend who lives in Tallahassee, I met her last month while we were clearing brush," I replied.
"Right. I've told you about her and...well today is her birthday and she's coming down to spend the night. I was thinking that if you are interested, you could help me with a birthday surprise."
I was totally confused. "What's the surprise," I asked.
"Actually, you'd be part of her present. Bonnie has been talking about having a threesome for some time and has expressed a mighty strong interest in you and since we're all friends...we're friends right? Well, I thought it would be the perfect time to let her realize her fantasy. I know she'll be hot to get together with you. What do you think?"
I had never seen Mr. Evans so tentative. He had always been in complete control before, but now he was all nervous and excited. "I don't know..." I started.
"She is really sexy and loves to fuck. You'll have a great time, I know she's older and a little bit heavy, but she is hotter than a firecracker in the sack and can get pretty nasty." he reassured.
Here again, I was presented with another stage of sexual enlightenment at the hands of this man who had already taught me so much. I was totally turned on by the prospect of having sex with Mr. Evans and his girlfriend, but also very nervous about pleasing her. "If you're sure Miss Bonnie won't mind, I would love to fool around with you and her," I stuttered.
"I need you to be clear," Mr. Evans admonished, "you and I will both be ‘fooling around’ with HER...understand? This is HER day and she will be the center of our attention."
"Oh, that’s cool; no sucking your dick while Miss Bonnie is here, right?"
"You got it. At least for now, let's keep everything else between us," he said. "You go get a shower. Bonnie will be here in about an hour and we'll have some drinks and dinner and see what happens."
"I don't have any clean clothes and these are stankin with sweat," I told him.
"Here, strip out of those nasty duds and I'll throw them in the wash. I have a change of clothes that should fit you. Not sure whose they are, but I'll find them and put them out in the den for when you're washed up."
I watched Mr. Evans eyeing me as I pulled my soiled shirt up over my head. Then teasingly, I undid my shorts and let them drop to my ankles, my dick standing proud in front of me at the thought of fucking a real live woman. My boner wasn't wasted on Mr. Evans. He grinned broadly and cupped my tight balls in his hand, giving my cock a firm squeeze.
"We're gonna have a great night," he said huskily as he pulled me close and kissed me hard on the mouth.
I almost came right then. The scent of his cologne, his cigar breath, his hard dick pressing against me and his firm grip on my cock put me right near the edge. "Yeah we are," I moaned with pleasure, rubbing Mr. Evans through his shorts, "you want to take a bath?" I asked, quoting Pink's groupie.
"You go wash up and come get the clothes in the den," he said as he pushed me toward the bathroom, giving my ass a smack as I turned to go, watching my tight buns as I headed down the hall. "We're going to save that for dessert."
I left the door open and adjusted the water on the shower and stepped into the stinging spray. My cock was hard as only a 's cock can be. Almost painfully swollen and standing straight up against my belly. I washed my hair and soaped up all over, paying particular attention to my raging rod and also making sure my brown-eye, as Mr. Evans calls it, was nice and clean, inside and out. I rinsed off and turned off the water, stepped out of the stall and toweled off before heading to the den to find my fresh change of clothes. I hung the towel on the shower rod before leaving the bathroom and padded down the hall with my hard cock leading the way.
Turning the corner to the den I called, "Mr. Evans, did you find those clothes you...," I stopped in mid sentence as I walked into the dimly lit den. There, on the sofa, was Mr. Evans and his friend Bonnie. She was just unwrapping a package that was obviously a birthday gift, when she looked up and saw me standing in the doorway, dumbfounded and embarrassed, trying to cover up my hard-on with both hands.
"Hello, Joe," she said seductively, flashing a broad smile. "I was just unwrapping my birthday present, and here is my other present already unwrapped, she giggled."
I flushed with embarrassment and tried to smile as I said, "hello Miss Bonnie, happy birthday," but my voice was weak and my smile made my discomfort painfully obvious.
"Thank you, sugar," Bonnie drawled. "It sure looks like it is going to be my best birthday ever. Don't be bashful Joey," Bonnie said, "you don't have to be shy around me. Come see what Charlie got me for my birthday."
With that, she pulled a leather corset from the package she had torn open, stood up and held it against her.
"Do you like it?" she smiled.
I was still frozen in place when she continued, "Come here Joey. You have a big beautiful prick, come let momma get a closer look."
Almost like under a spell, I moved my hands away, and my cock flopped down heavily, wagging up and down as I walked the few steps to the sofa. Miss Bonnie sat back down, motioning me toward her, smiling encouragingly and licked her full, red lips hungrily. Reaching the the sofa, I stood there on display and Miss Bonnie eyed me up and down. She motioned me to turn and show her my butt, standing almost at attention, she squeezed my tight ass firmly, then turning again under her direction to look down at her, as she encircled the base of my dick with her cool, delicate hand, her red painted fingers guiding my engorged mushroom head toward her luscious red lips. She looked up at me, then down at the object of her attention, and moaned softly as the tip of her tongue teased the slit of my dick, probing and coaxing my pre-cum to flow in greater and greater quantities.
"You have a beautiful prick, Joey," she said softly, "I can hardly wait to feel it inside me."
She leaned over and planted a deep kiss on Mr. Evans. "Thank you Charlie, this is going to be the best birthday ever," she said almost out of breath. "I'm going to try on my present and then I'm going to try on my other presents," she said lewdly. "Charlie, why don't you fix us some drinks while I change into something more comfortable," she suggested getting up. "And you, Joey baby, don't you go anywhere with that big, beautiful thing," she admonished sternly before gathering up her packages and heading toward the bedroom.
"Wow, Mr. Evans," I said when Miss Bonnie had left the room. "This is wild, I am so glad you asked me to stay."
"Just you wait, my boy." Mr. Evans chuckled. "Bonnie is one hot and nasty gal when she's turned on, and I ain't never seen her more turned on than now."
With that, Mr. Evans headed over to the bar. "Tom Collins okay by you Joe?" he asked as he pulled out a bottle of gin and a pitcher and began plunking ice cubes into it.
"Sure," I replied, still feeling a little awkward being all naked and stuff, sitting down on the sofa where Miss Bonnie had just gotten up while Mr. Evans was mixing up a batch of libations. After some pouring and stirring and clanking of ice and glass, Mr. Evans returned to take a seat on the other side of the couch, setting a tray of glasses and a frosted pitcher of pale golden liquid on the table. He leaned forward to fill the glasses as Miss Bonnie peaked around the door frame, sticking one stocking-clad, high heeled leg into the doorway. Miss Bonnie had super sexy legs and the contrast between the black stocking and the creamy pale flesh of her upper thigh made my pulse quicken and if it were possible, my dick stiffen even more.
"Ta-DA!" she announce with a flourish as she strode into the den.
My mouth must have gaped open as I looked at the sexiest female I have ever seen (not that I'd seen very many). She stood framed in the doorway, wearing only high heel shoes, black stockings, and the the black leather corset that Mr. Evans had bought for her. She had a voluptuous body with thick thighs, long shapely legs, and the largest milky white breasts I had ever seen. They were proudly on display, atop the shelf-like half-bra that made up the top of the leather cinched around her waist. Her her areolas were a stark contrast of deep coral about the size of saucers, accented with large, hard nipples, that seemed as big as the tip of my finger, much larger and darker than any of the boobies I have had the pleasure to have played with. The corset covered the curve of her hips and below, her pussy was a broad triangle of soft, black curly hair, indicating to me that she was not a natural red-head...funny what runs through your head at the oddest moments.
"Well boys, do you like?" she asked immodestly.
I stood up instinctively and said, "Miss Bonnie, you are BEAUTIFUL!" I exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it sugar," she smiled. "You sure know how to make a girl feel pretty."
Bonnie walked slowly to the sofa and sat down between Mr. Evans and me, patting the seat next to her for me to sit back down. "Let's have a drink Charlie," she suggested as Mr. Evans finished pouring the cocktails and passed out the glasses.
Raising his glass, Mr. Evans said, "here's to a wonderful woman and a satisfying night for everyone."
We all clinked glasses in a toast and I swallowed a huge gulp of the drink to quench my thirst and wet my dry throat. Mr. Evans and Miss Bonnie took a drink as well, and kissed deeply. "Happy birthday honey," he said when they came up for air and set his drink back on the coffee table. I had gulped most of my drink while watching Miss Bonnie slide her hand up Mr. Evans shorts and rub his dick during their kiss. I don't know if it was the gin, or just the comfortable scene, but my inhibitions slipped off me like my shorts did earlier. I began caressing Miss Bonnie's shoulders, feeling bolder, my hands slipped lower and cupped her big ol' boobies as I nuzzled her neck and kissed down her soft shoulders.
Sighing, she leaned back on the couch giving me easy access to her mammoth mammaries, her hands reaching out to each of us, stroking my thigh and Mr. Evans' chest. Shifting in my seat to bring my rock hard dick into easy reach, I squeezed her breast as I began suckling her thick hard nipple, tugging it with my lips, sucking it deep into my mouth, licking all around the puckering skin that surrounded it. I could not get enough of this. I was sucking her tit like I was starving and she was my only source of nourishment.
Mr. Evans began working her other breast. Squeezing it, tweaking her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it was long and swollen and a deeper shade of pink.
Miss Bonnie had my dick in her left hand and her other hand was up Mr. Evans' shorts stroking his dick as well while we both ravaged her huge, responsive tits.
"Oh my heavens," Miss Bonnie moaned. "You boys are adorable."
She was melting into the couch, sliding down and forward, her legs spreading wide as she leaned to her right and kissed her way down Mr. Evans' belly and devoured his thick brown cock in one gulp. She shifted her weight, turning onto her stomach to gain easier access to Mr. Evans' cock and began moaning and bobbing her head up and down his swollen shaft. Denied of Miss Bonnies tittie, I focused my attention on the pale, white, hemisphere of her ample ass. Sliding over, I gave Miss Bonnie more room to spread out on the sofa and positioned myself near the arm of the couch, half-way between her legs, careful not to kneel on her, or on those spiked heels strapped to her feet. I ran my hands down her back, following the contours of her wide hips, sliding them down around her buttocks, down her thighs as far as I could reach and then reversed the direction back up, fingers brushing against the tufts of hair that peaked between her legs, spreading her cheeks under the pressure of my caresses. As I massaged her back and kneaded her ass, my cock was rubbing up and down along her leg, sending wonderful tingles all through me, making my balls tighten, and my sphincter draw up. I could feel myself tensing and getting ready to cum all over Miss Bonnie's stockinged legs and sofa, so I forced myself to calm down, moving my throbbing cock away from her soft, silky legs and focusing myself on giving her as much pleasure as she could stand, and from her moaning and squirming, she was feeling a good amount of pleasure already. Deliberately, I moved my hands down to her buttocks, slipping my hands between her thighs, spreading her legs further apart and settling in between them. Her big butt was directly at face level, the thick lips of her labia clearly framed between her creamy white thighs. Spreading her cheeks with both hands, I pressed my face between them, my tongue slathering along her butt-crack, licking from pussy lips to near the small of her back.
"OH JOEY!" she gasped as my tongue twirled around the puckering brown ring of her anus. The surprise assault caught her off guard and she involuntarily stopped slurping on Mr. Evans cock to gasp her approval. "MMMMM baby," she purred while stroking Mr. Evans slick cock and grinding her backside against my pursed lips and teasing tongue. "You eat me soooo gooooood."
Her encouragement renewed my resolve (if it had ever flagged) and I tongued her ass and pussy with wild abandon. She reached between her legs and pulled back on her pubic hair hard, causing the thick swollen lips of her pussy to stretch tight, showing off her glistening pink gash and hard, penis-like clitoris. Her pussy was so wet, it looked like someone had rubbed lotion all over it. Now, my lack of experience with coitus, was more than made up for with my experience eating pussy. I had dated a girl for almost all of last year who NEVER allowed me fuck her, but she was always eager for the orgasms I gave her orally. Although Miss Bonnie's pussy was bigger and thicker and much more hairy than Jessica's, or any other that I have known, I have never been more turned on, than by the sight, taste and scent of her. Taking aim on this glistening pink slit, I pressed my face firmly between her thighs, my chin pressing against the swollen button of her clit, my nose wedged between the cheeks of her butt, pressing against her anus, and my lips and tongue feasting on the copious amounts of thick creamy froth flowing from her hot slit. Bonnie's legs were trembling and she ground herself against me, almost bruising my mouth as I devoured her like a starving animal. Lapping, licking, fucking her streaming gash with my tongue as if it were a tiny cock, completely absorbed in eating her out. With a cry, Miss Bonnie arched her back and pressed her thighs together, trapping my face between them and her already drenched pussy gushed forth such a huge load of fluid, that I thought she had lost control and pee'd in my mouth. I mentally thanked Mr. Evans again for getting me over my squeemishness over bodily fluids. Eagerly, I swallowed her discharge, licking her slit, sucking her slickery lips until her trembling subsided a little and she collapsed, sobbing, flat onto her belly across Mr. Evans' lap, almost bending his raging hard-on beneath her.
"Oh my heavens!" Miss Bonnie exclaimed. "I have never felt anything like that before in my life. You are great fun, Joey baby."
I was still at peak excitement and watching the grown woman panting and trying to catch her breath was driving me crazy. Her big bare butt, slick with my saliva as well as her cum invitingly poking toward me was more than I could ignore. I adjusted myself onto my knees and with considerable force, pushed my rigid cock down to line up with the angle of Miss Bonnie's ass and rubbed it between her buttocks, along the length of her crack where my face had been minutes before. Without thinking or consideration, I slid my dick up and down along her crack and equally without thinking, my trigger had tripped and I shot a thick hot stream of cum that landed square in the middle of Miss Bonnie's back, and glazed her butt-hole and oozed down between her thighs where it mingled with her own juices.
"Oh BABY," Miss Bonnie called out when my hot load errupted and covered her backside. "Baby got excited, didn't he, Joey darlin'?"
"I'm so sorry," I apologized, immediately coming back to my senses. "I didn't mean to make a mess all over you, Miss Bonnie."
"Don't be silly, Joey," she said raising up and looking directly at me. "I love it. I love hot sperm. I just never had it all over my backside before," she added with a smile.
Mr. Evans slipped out from under her and reached for a box of tissue to wipe up the now pooling cum from Miss Bonnie's back, handing the box to me so I could capture the long dangling rope of cum that was still hanging from my softening cock before it dripped onto the sofa.
Miss Bonnie rolled over onto her back, lifting one leg over my head as she turned over, flashing her slick wet split in the process, riveting my gaze and sparking my lust all over again.
"My kitty is starving, Charlie baby. She needs a big hard prick to calm her down," she said as her hands worked her pussy. Rubbing her mound, fingering herself, grinding her hands hard against her ravenous rift. "C'mere, Joey," she purred looking up at my dangling dick. "You need to get your strength back before you can fill up my kitty."
Disentangling myself, I got up onto unsteady legs and vacated my prized position between Miss Bonnie's heavenly thighs.
Mr. Evans took a deep drink, and offered Miss Bonnie a sip, which she gratefully accepted. He took the glass and set it back on the coffee table and climbed onto the end of the sofa where I had been, while I positioned myself near Miss Bonnie's head and began rubbing and squeezing her breasts.
Mr. Evans slid an arm under each of her thighs and lifted this large lady effortlessly to bring her gaping gash into the right position. With one fluid motion, he impaled Miss Bonnie without any resistance, balls deep, and began working his thick hard cock in and out of her creamy pussy.
"OH DADDY!" Miss Bonnie called out when Mr. Evans plunged his cock inside her. "You do me so good. Fill me up with your big fat prick."
"You like that don't you baby," Mr. Evans grunted while he pistoned his cock in and out. "You need a big cock to fuck your sloppy wet cunt, don't you?"
Mr. Evans was great at talking dirty. He always made me feel like a nasty cock-slut when we were fucking and he did the same to Miss Bonnie.
"YESSSS!" she screamed. "I need YOUR big fat COCK fucking my sloppy hot CUUUNNNTT. Fuck it hard daddy, fuck me baby, fuck me Charlie!"
Watching Mr. Evans' cock slamming in and out of Bonnie's hairy wet cunt and hearing her screaming how bad she needed fucking got me raring to go again. I was squeezing Bonnie's titties hard, pinching her big hard nipples, feeling them throb between my fingers. Bonnie was flailing and bucking to meet Charlie's thrusts and reached up over her head, grabbing me around the waist with one thick arm to steady herself, and pulled me forward, trying to find my stiffening dick.
Charlie had her firmly under control. Holding her arched up, driving his cock home with every thrust. "Yeah baby, suck that boy's cock while I fuck your sweet pussy. You love cock, don't you? You can't get enough cock in your cunt and down your throat, can you slut?"
I don't know who was effected more by Mr. Evans' words, but my cock stiffened bone-hard and I climbed up and straddled Miss Bonnie's face. "Oh yes, please suck my cock," I begged. "Your mouth is so soft and wet, just like your hot pussy," I continued. I'm not very verbal when I'm having sex, but I was getting into this more than I have ever before. I was at an awkward angle for Bonnie to get a good mouth-lock on me, so I leaned forward even more, steadying myself by grasping her at her waist. My cock was almost perpendicular to Bonnie's luscious full lips, and she was pulling herself toward me by holding around my waist. Thank goodness for strength training. I found a fulcrum with my knees and supported my upper body enough to keep from hurting her as I stretched out above her. Her titties were pressed against my abdomen, her soft belly against my chest and the top of her cum-matted bush was even with my chin. I had a bird's eye-view of Mr. Evans' cock, coated with a thick white film that looked like hand lotion, plunging in and out between thick hairy pussy-lips. The huge knob of his head pulling her lips out when he withdrew, and I watched as they wrapped around his glistening, engorged shaft as he drove it back home. His big hairy balls were banging against Bonnie's slick, wet ass and there was pussy juice that gushed every once in a while when cock and pussy made the correct seal. I have never in my wildest, wettest dreams, imagined sex like this.
"Do you like having your cunt and craw full of cock?" Mr. Evans asked as he worked a steady rhythm.
Bonnie was not about to reply. She was slurping on my cock like no one had ever done before. Moving her head up and down, round and round, sucking, rolling her tongue all around my head, and underneath, taking me deep down her throat, then working only the head with her lips and tongue while jacking my shaft up and down; all she could manage was a satisfied groan that sent vibrations all through my throbbing hard cock. If I hadn't just shot a load, I would have cum in no time from this treatment. She was driving me wild with passion. I put more weight on her so I could bring my face down to her hot snatch and began to nuzzel her wet pelt, inhaling the musky, pungent, almost spicy, scent that was coming from between her legs. "MMMMMMM Bonnie, you smell so good," I breathed, "I could just eat you up."
Mr. Evans pulled his dick out and rapped me on the head with it as I encroached on his ability to plow Bonnie's furrow. "Give me a few minutes boy, then you can eat all the pussy you can stand," he grinned.
Properly chastised, I retreated to kissing and licking Bonnie wherever I could find exposed skin, and even some places that were covered by her leather corset, all the while working my dick in and out of her hot, wet mouth, fucking her mouth like Charles was fucking her pussy. We had gotten into a sea-saw like rhythm. Mr. Evans' thrusts driving Bonnie upward, my thrusting cock down her throat driving her back down. Back and forth this hot, horny slut was taking everything we could give her and loving every inch.
Bonnie was bucking and sucking, Charles was pounding away like a jack-hammer and I was pulling Bonnie's pubic hair taut, like she had done to expose her swollen clit when I was licking her out. Everyone was focused on what they were doing and having done to them. My whole world was made up of cock and mouth and all wrapped up in the heady aroma of hot bodies having hot sex when Bonnie suddenly pulled off my cock and screamed "OH GOD I'm CUMMMMMing."
Mr. Evans took that as his cue and he kicked into high gear. His cock pumping in and out of Bonnie's spasming cunt like a jack-hammer.
"Take it all slut!" Charlie growled, "I'm going to paint your cunt with my hot cum."
I had rolled out of the way, giving Bonnie the freedom to buck and heave as their bellies and thighs slapped together, I reached in and grabbed a handfull of soaked pussy hair and pulled firmly to make Bonnie's lips stretch tight around Charlie's slick, swollen cock, rubbing the top of her mound vigorously, working the hood of Bonnie's clit up and down while Charlie's cock worked in and out.
Charlie let out a deep grunt as he slammed inside Bonnie for the last time, nearly lifting her up off the couch with the force of his rigid rod. He held himself hard against her for a few seconds, pumping his seed deep inside the hot, pulsing cavern.
Grabbing my hair and pulling me toward Bonnie's gaping, swollen, oozing slit, he said, "eat this boy, lick that hot fucking cunt."
I was taken by complete surprise. I knew Mr. Evans liked being the boss, and he really got off doing me rough and I loved it too, but I didn't expect him to let loose like this in front of someone else, especially not Miss Bonnie. If there is one thing I've learned from Mr. Evans, and there have been many more, it was to follow his lead and also, to be a nasty slut myself.
Pulling my face down between Bonnie's slick thighs, Mr. Evans rubbed my face up and down the length of Bonnies gooey gash. "I said eat that pussy boy," Mr. Evans ordered. "Lick that hot nasty cunt, suck my cum out before it gets all over the couch. Clean up my mess now."
My face was covered with cream and cum, my nostrils filling with globs of the thick stringy goo that was flowing out of Bonnie's still spasming split and running up my nose that was firmly wedged between her butt-cheeks. Breathing through my mouth, I worked my tongue up and down the deep red slit while Bonnie resumed her mouth work on my huge hardon and squeezing my ass, spreading my buttcheeks apart as she swallowed as much of my dick as she could. Mercifully, the cum in my nose cleared a little and I snorted a bit, feeling it slide down my throat and then clamped my mouth on Bonnie's creamy hot pussy and tongue fucked her slit while sucking her pussy lips and feasting on her and Mr. Evans' combined juices, wallowing in their sex.
"Is that good pussy, baby," Bonnie asked, catching her breath, and substituting vigorous hand work on my cock for her soft wet mouth and full hot lips. "Eat that sweet wet cunt lover, eat it all up, make momma's pussy feel good baby, suck daddy's cum out of my nasty fuck-hole."
I was still in a state of disbelief at the scene that was unfolding. Bonnie was getting into playing the game that Mr. Evans had started. I was so turned on by these two that it was hard to believe my luck, and still I was a little unsure how to act, and where her limits were. Abandoning all reason and propriety I lapped eagerly at "momma's" pussy, the scent and taste so intoxicating, making my cock throb and tingle as much as the friction exerted by Bonnie's furious hand-job. "Oh momma," I gasped, "I love your big, wet, sloppy cunt. Daddy's cum tastes soooo good inside you. Feed me every bit of your sweet pussy."
"You nasty pussy eating boy," Bonnie snarled just before wrapping her mouth around my cock and resumed sucking and jacking my painfully hard cock. Her hand was a blur as she pumped my shaft, her mouth slick and wet gobbling my head. Harder and faster she sucked and jacked my dick while I slurped her pussy with all my might. "Cum for me baby," Bonnie coaxed, "give momma your thick hot sperm."
My hips were thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth and hand, my face grinding the wet slit between her thick thighs, when every muscle in my body tensed up and I let loose a wad of cum with such force I could hear it spurt forth...at least it felt like I heard it. Bonnie wrapped both arms around my hips, pulled herself against me and took my spewing cock all the way down. Her throat milking my cock with every swallow as she worked to keep from gagging on my dick and the copious flood of cum. Bonnie relaxed her grip around my waist and slowly, lovingly, suckled my softening cock, purring softly.
I collapsed on top of her, resting my cheek against her sticky thigh, gasping for breath, feeling so relaxed, my fingers playing in her thick patch of luxurious fur that tried in vain to conceal her sweet hot snatch.
"Baby, you are one hot nasty fuck," Bonnie chuckled as I rolled to my side, nearly rolling off the edge of the sofa, steadying myself with one hand on the floor. "Charlie baby, you got me a wonderful birthday present."
Bonnie and I untangled ourselves and I sat on the floor, still totally wasted from her incredible blow-job. "Hand momma her drink baby," Bonnie said, running her fingers through my sweat-soaked hair and leaned over me, her massive bosom weighing down on either side of my face.
I reached forward and handed Bonnie her glass, then gave Mr. Evans his. Raising my own glass in a toast I said, "Miss Bonnie, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever met. I am so glad you let me help you celebrate your birthday tonight and I hope to be able to help you celebrate many more." We all clinked glasses and drank up, quenching the thirst that our strenuous activity had worked up.
"Here, here," Mr. Evans agreed and poured a refill for everyone. "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving. You're probably full of pussy and cum, but I'm ready for some supper."
Mr. Evans got up, his thick cock hanging heavy between his tree-trunk like legs. Not hard any more, but still thick and full of life that wouldn't take much to bring to full strength. He stood there for a minute while Bonnie and I watched lustfully, then swaying his hips, he wagged his fat cock up and down at us, making it stiffen in the process.
"If you don't put that away for now Charlie, it won't be supper I'll be eating," Bonnie scolded with a smile. I have to freshen up. You boys have made a real mess of me." Bonnie stood up and I looked up her long legs, to the dark damp juncture of her thick creamy white thighs, my own well worn cock stirring at the view of this voluptuous woman's body that I adored.
"If you don't put that away for now," I teased, "I won't be eating any supper either."
"Baby, you can eat me for breakfast, dinner, supper and dessert," Bonnie grinned and then headed down the hall to the bathroom.
"She's really hot," I said as Bonnie left the room. "I never had anything like this before."
"I told you she's a nasty slut when she gets going," Mr. Evans said as he headed to the kitchen. "Come help me get this spread on the table so we can eat."
Looking at the clock as I joined Mr. Evans to lay out the food, I noticed it was only 8:30. In less than two hours I had experienced more than I had in the previous 19 years, AND it was still early. There was no telling what the rest of the night had in store, but I was sure looking forward to finding out.
I was putting a big platter of quail on the table when Bonnie came back into the room. Bowls of rice and peas and squash completed the menu.
"I love my outfit Charlie, but I was just too hot after all that," she explained, "I just had get into something a little cooler."
Turning toward her, I noticed she had put on a sheer, gauzey, nightie that did nothing to conceal the dark circles of her areola or the dark patch between her legs. "That outfit isn't cooler, it's HOT," I leered. "You look beautiful."
"I guess you boys aren't going to dress for dinner," Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow as I pulled out her chair for her to sit at the table.
"No point being all formal," Mr. Evans quipped, "considering..." he trailed off with a grin.
Mr. Evans and I took our seats on either side of the birthday girl, and everyone began passing bowls and filling plates. When everyone had what they wanted, Mr. Evans stood, his dick dangling over his plate, raised his glass and said, "I propose a toast to good food, good friends and good times."
Bonnie and I raised our glasses in unison and said as if on cue, "cheers," and drank up.
"Let's eat," Mr. Evans said, "we can have dessert in the bedroom when we're finished with supper."
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I slid the truck to a stop under the oak tree at the side of our house and leaped up the steps to the back porch. My mom was at the stove when the screen door slammed behind me, announcing my arrival.
“Don’t slam the door,” mom admonished automatically.
I hugged her from behind, careful to avoid pressing my raging hard-on against her backside and gave her a kiss on the side of her face. “Hi, I’m home.” I said. “Is there time for a shower before supper?” I asked. “I worked up a hard sweat today.”
“You go ahead and wash up then,” mom smiled. “Save your dad some hot water though,” she warned as I was heading down the hall to my room.
Inside my room I felt relief. Mom hadn’t noticed anything weird; I could have sworn the smell of cum was still on my breath. I could still taste it and was so glad she didn’t notice. I grabbed a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt and headed to the bathroom to wash.
When I closed the bathroom door and looked in the mirror, I noticed I didn’t look any different, but I sure felt different. I just sucked a man’s dick and swallowed his cum. I was torn between being ashamed and being turned on beyond belief. I pulled my shirt off over my head and then wriggled out of my dirty jeans. My hard dick slapped me in the stomach once released from the confines of my pants. God, I was so hard I hurt. Squeezing my dick with one hand, I adjusted the water and stepped into the shower. The stinging streams of water sprayed in my face. I opened my mouth, filling it with steamy hot water, imagining it was Mr. Evans’ hot cum that was rolling down my throat. I couldn’t stand another minute so I squirted a glob of conditioner in the palm of my hand and began to wax my wood with abandon while remembering Mr. Evans’ thick hard dick. It didn’t take long before my cum erupted with such force it splattered against the shower wall. I had a cramp in my butt-cheek from clenching my muscles so hard and every nerve in my groin tingled but I finally felt relief from the raging boner I had ever since Mr. Evans seduced me into sucking him off. Now that my passion had been quelled, I was able to think more clearly and I reflected on the day’s events as I washed my grime along with my guilt down the drain.
I came out of the bathroom just as my dad’s arrival was announced by the slamming screen door and my mom’s admonition, “don’t slam the door.”
“Hey dad,” I greeted him as I lifted a lid on one the the pots steaming on the stove, “how was work?”
“Just another day in paradise,” my old man replied with his stock answer. “How was your day? You still working for old man Evans?”
Hearing his name made my scalp tense just a little, “I sure am. I cleared about half way down his south fence line today. It looks like I’ll have another two days before I get everything cleared out and hauled off. If this keeps up, I should have close to a thousand dollars saved up before I start school.”
My dad whistled in response. “As hard as you’re working, your mom and me won’t have to pay much; hell, we may even take a cruise with all that left over college fund money?” he teased as he headed down the hall to my parent’s bedroom.
Dinner and some TV, then I excused myself to my room. I flopped onto my bed, put my headphones on and flipped the knob on my reel-to-reel to play. The haunting, driving beat of Pink Floyd’s “Set the Controls for the Heart of The Sun” drowned out reality as my thoughts drifted once again to sucking Mr. Evans’ dick and how hot it made me. Before long, my dick made a tent under the sheet and demanded my attention. After I shot my load, I fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming about my new-found “perverted” love of cum.
Sometime, early dark-thirty, I awoke with my shorts soaked and plastered against my thighs. My nocturnal emission had made a mess of me and left a huge wet spot in the center of my bed. I got out of bed, pulled the covers back and stripped out of my sticky undies. Pulling on a pair of cut-offs, I rummaged through my secret hidey-hole in the back of my closet and pulled out my stash and an old corncob pipe. I packed the bowl and then climbed out my window and headed to a secluded corner in the back yard. I squatted down beside the shed and sparked up the bowl, taking a deep hit that sent shivers down my spine and brought luminous spots to my eyes. After a few tokes, I was completely wasted. I tapped out the bowl and climbed back into my room. Since I was wide awake, I stripped the sheet off my bed and remade it, stashing the cum-stained one in the dirty laundry hamper. The munchies had taken hold of me so I tip-toed down the hall to the kitchen. The clock above the stove said it was 5:00 o’clock as I poured a bowl of cereal and milk. Before I finished, I heard my parents’ door open and my mom shuffled in, surprised that I was already up. While she measured coffee into the percolator, she kept on about how proud she and dad were of the work I was doing to make going to college a reality and how glad she was that I found so much to do for Mr. Evans. My heart jumped in my chest when my thoughts flitted to what I have done for Mr. Evans, and how much more I wanted to do, and the guilt I had over those thoughts. Man, I was a mess. All turned on by a horny old man and at the same time, my conception of what was right and proper (as my mom would say) in direct opposition to my nasty desires. To tame my emotions, I helped my mom with breakfast, stirring the grits while she mixed up a bowl of scrambled eggs. “I have to feed my men so they can work hard,” she said as she poured the mass of eggs into the frying pan. I had finished cooking the grits when my dad came into the kitchen, dressed and cheerful and ready for another day. He kissed my mom and said, “hey buddy,” to me as he poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
“What are you going to do today,” he asked. “You have a big day ahead?”
I explained again that Mr. Evans’ fence line was not half cleared and that I would probably be cutting and hauling brush. Mom had dished up breakfast and we all grew silent while we ate. I finished first and took my plate to the sink and rinsed it off. “I think I’ll get an early start since I’m up and ready,” I announced, anxious to see Mr. Evans and also concerned about what he would think of me, now that I’d sucked his dick...not at all sure what I was going to say or how he felt, but I needed to see him and see what was up before I freaked out.
I went to my room and stripped off my cut-off shorts. My balls were hard and tight and my dick hung thick and heavy, stiffening between my legs at being exposed to the light of day. Before I became too hard, I pulled on a pair of jeans, my swollen tuber bulging along my left thigh. I tied a long-sleeved shirt around my waist (to conceal the semi-hard in my pants) and shoved my feet into my chukka boots.
Mom handed me a thermos of coffee and sack of sandwiches when I came through the kitchen. I kissed her in thanks and said, “I’ll see you tonight,” as I headed out the door...mom’s admonition to “not slam the door,” was cut off by the smack of the screen against the frame.
I pulled the shirt from around my waist and tucked it, along with my lunch, behind the seat and climbed into my truck. A smile crossed my face when I turned the key and the engine roared to life. Ever since my dad and I put in the rebuilt 304 V8, my old International was one bad truck. I pressed the play button on the cassette player and dropped the transmission into first gear as the heavy metal thunder of Steppenwolf roared out of the speakers. With a spray of gravel, I was heading down the drive toward Mr. Evans and the uncertainty of where I stood.
The sun was just above the horizon when I pulled off the highway and bounced down the rutted drive leading to Mr. Evans house. I pulled up and headed to the back door with excitement and trepidation. The dew was thick on the grass and my boots were soaked by the time I reached the back steps, so I kicked them off at the back porch before knocking. The day was already hot and Mr. Evans had the air-conditioner in the back window running full speed and the house buttoned up tight. I opened the screen and tapped on the glass. I could see Mr. Evans at the dinette, standing up to answer the door. He had on a plaid robe that had opened up, exposing his barrel chest and prodigious belly. Before pulling the robe together, I noticed a large lump in the front of his boxers that made my pulse quicken and my dick stir.
Mr. Evans pulled open the door and raised his eyebrow. “You’re here early,” he said. “Come on in and have some coffee while I finish my paper.”
“Yes sir,” I said following his towering form into the kitchen. “I need to talk with you,” I screwed up the courage to say.
“Well have a seat,” Mr. Evans said cheerfully. “How do you take your coffee?”
I pulled a chair out and sat down opposite from where Mr. Evans had his paper and coffee spread out. “Black please,” I said, grateful for the distraction from the topic on my mind.
Mr. Evans set my cup of steaming liquid in front of me and sat back down in his chair. His legs slightly apart and the robe parted enough to expose the thick white mat of hair on his chest. “Alright then, what’s on your mind?” Mr. Evans asked as he focused his attention on me, a friendly smile on his lips.
“Well,” I started, “well it’s,” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say, “it’s about yesterday,” I continued.
“Yes?” Mr. Evans prodded.
“It’s about yesterday when we did that stuff, you know?” I was sweating like a drunk in church and my thoughts were not coming to me in any rational order. “I’m not a homo!” I finally blurted out. “I know what I did but you gotta know I’m not a fag.” My heart was racing and I felt like I needed to puke.
“Whoa there, Joe,” Mr. Evans put up his hand to interrupt, a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “Who said anything about being a homo? I don’t think you’re a faggot.”
“You don’t?” I asked.
“Hell no.” Mr. Evans said emphatically. “What made you think that? I mean yeah, we fooled around, but that don’t mean you’re queer. Hell, I loved it, do you think I’m queer too?” he countered.
“Well, no,” I paused. “It’s just that I...you LIKED it?” It dawned on me what Mr. Evans had said and a little thrill rushed through me.
“Oh yeah, buddy. I liked it fine.” Mr. Evans chuckled. “Look Joey, there ain’t a gaddamn thing wrong with two men fooling around sometimes. It doesn't make you, or me, homosexual. Shit, men have been fucking around with each other ever since the Egyptians. The Greek and Roman nobles, they all messed around with boys, taking them under their wing, teaching them, guiding them to be good men. It don’t mean a damn thing but having some fun. How ‘bout you, didn’t you have a little fun too?” Mr. Evans concluded.
“I had fun,” I said, still a little ashamed of the emotional turmoil I felt. “If truth be told,” I admitted, “I got so turned on I had to beat off as soon as I got home.”
“It’s a shame I missed that,” Mr. Evans said with a mock pout. “Listen,” he continued, turning serious, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want, but you are one sexy young buck and I want to do all kinds of stuff with you. When you opened up and sucked my dick, I knew you were one hot fuck. I’m sorry if you got confused about things.”
“No, I’m good now,” I said with relief. “I was, and maybe still am, a little embarrassed about how turned on I got and what you might think about me.”
“What I think,” Mr. Evans interrupted, “is that you and me just love getting nasty and getting off.”
When I heard him say nasty, I felt a knot form in the pit of my belly and my dick thickened. “Yeah, I like getting nasty,” I said with a quiver in my voice.
“That’s the boy,” Mr. Evans said softly. “Ain’t a damn thing wrong with two horny guys having a little fun.”
“Damn straight,” I chimed in, showing more bravado than actually feeling, but feeling pretty good about my standing in Mr. Evans’ opinion.
Mr. Evans leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. His robe parted a little more and I noticed his massive thighs disappearing up his boxers. I picked up my cup and brought it to my lips, my eyes locked on the space between Mr. Evans thighs. As I started to sip the coffee, I missed my mouth and poured a hot stream down my shirt and onto my lap. “Shit!” I exclaimed as I jumped up to avoid scalding my privates.
“Har!” Mr. Evans bellowed with laughter. “Are you okay?” he asked solicitously. “You didn’t hurt anything important did you?”
“No, I’m okay. That shit burned,” I said perturbed at my clumsiness.
“Let me see,” Mr. Evans said, standing up. “Take off your shirt, I’ve got some ointment.”
I stood and pulled my t-shirt up over my head. “I don’t think I got scalded,” I said, looking at my chest and firm, flat stomach. Mr. Evans came closer to examine me. His mitt-sized hand kneading my pectoral muscle.
“For such a skinny shit, you’re pretty strong,” Mr. Evans smiled approvingly. “How about your pants? Did you burn your legs?”
“I don’t think so,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. I spread the waist of my jeans, exposing the top of my pubs, noticing the large tent in Mr. Evans shorts. I smiled wantonly at the impact I had on him as I slid my hands down either side of my waistband, wriggling them down and letting my jeans fall to my knees. “I think I’m fine,” I said looking him in the eye.
“,” he said with a heavy sigh, “you’re a whole lot of fine,” he finished, his voice husky with lust. Mr. Evans ran his hand down my stomach and cupped my scrotum. My rigid rod laying along his forearm.
My senses were on fire. I did not give a flying fuck about anything but my dick and Mr. Evans hand at the moment. Not to sound like a girl, but my legs almost buckled when he touched me. “Oh yeah,” was the only intelligible thing that came out of my mouth. With a growl, Mr. Evans pulled me tight against him. My raging boner parting his robe, pressed against his hairy belly and his thick hard dick poked against my leg. Mr. Evans squeezed my buttocks as we ground together. His breath was hot against my neck and I wrapped my arms around him as we swayed and pressed together.
“God boy,” Mr. Evans moaned in my neck, “you make me hot to fuck.”
“Me too,” I gasped, feeling his dick pressing against me. I reached up under his robe to pull away the boxers separating our skin without success. Mr. Evans broke his embrace and I missed his hard prodding and squeezing instantly.
“Shuck off those pants,” Mr. Evans ordered as he shrugged off his robe, letting it fall to the linoleum floor, followed by his boxers.
I had not seen him naked before and I took in his massive, bear-like body. I bent to pull the leg of my jeans over my foot and nearly tripped in my haste and horniness. Bumping into Mr. Evans, our skin came together sending electric currents through me, making my dick throb so hard it hurt.
Mr. Evans steadied me with a chuckle, bumping his thick dick against mine, making my sphincter tighten and the knot in my stomach harder. “Turn around,” Mr. Evans ordered as he sat back in his chair. “Let me look at you. Damn, you are one sexy-assed boy,” he said appreciatively.
I literally blushed with pleasure under Mr. Evans admiring gaze and turned slowly and (what I thought) seductively to display my nakedness. My dick was pointing up at a 45 degree angle and my balls were drawn up into one huge mass, so horny was I doing my tease.
“That’s a fine ass you have,” Mr. Evans growled gruffly. “Big hard dick too,” he added almost as an afterthought. “C’mere boy,” he told me. “Let ol’ Uncle Charlie play with you for a little bit.”
I dutifully walked over to Mr. Evans, my dick bobbing up and down with each step. As I stood in front of him, he encircled my shaft with one hand and without hesitation, leaned down to take my swollen glans into his mouth.
“Oh wow!” I exclaimed when my head was enveloped in Mr. Evans hot, wet mouth. I shivered with each sensation as his tongue slid along and around my swollen knob. Mr. Evans let a low deep moan build in his throat, the vibrations stimulating ever more nerve endings in my raging hard-on. Mr. Evans shifted his grip and slowly swallowed more of me. Instead of squeezing my shaft, his hand slipped between my legs, cradling my balls while his finger pressed firmly against my perineum. The pressure behind my balls made my asshole squeeze tight and I felt an almost unpleasant fullness in my balls. Over and over, my dick slid between Mr. Evans’ lips while he rhythmically pressed that spot. Just before I lost my mind and ejaculated, Mr. Evans pulled off my dick, leaving a long thread of saliva dangling from the tip. Before I could miss the hot, slickness of his mouth, he began squeezing and milking and stroking my dick while his other hand, slick from the accumulation of saliva, worked between my thighs, alternately pressing behind my balls and slipping along the crack of my ass. “Oh my god,” I gasped as Mr. Evans finger pressed against my butt-hole, overcame the resistance of my sphincter and slipped inside me. I thrust my hips forward involuntarily as I felt his digit press the same spot, only this time, from the inside.
“Yes!” Mr. Evans hissed, his breath hot against my flesh as his finger slid inside, achieving his objective. “You like that, don’t you boy?” he asked, already knowing the answer from my reaction.
“Oh man, I never felt so hard,” I gasped and pressed against his invading digit. “Man, that makes me so hard I feel like I’m gonna bust.”
“Not yet,” Mr. Evans said firmly. I want to show you how good it can really feel before you get off. Still stroking my dick, Mr. Evans worked his finger around inside me, probing, pressing, rubbing that lump in my gut. Pulling his finger out, he showed it to me. “See that, that’s shit,” he said, sounding almost angry. “I like my ass clean and slick, boy. I’m going to show you how to clean your hole so I don’t get any shit when I finger that ass. You want that?”
I felt embarrassed for having gotten shit on Mr. Evans and almost sobbed when I asked him to show me how to clean myself out.
Smiling generously, Mr. Evans stood and taking me by my dick, lead me down the hall to the bathroom. “Don’t worry sonny,” he consoled, “you’re new to this, so old Uncle Charlie will teach you how to keep your hot little ass nice and clean.” Mr. Evans washed his hands, paying particular attention to the middle finger he had up my butt. Drying his hands, Mr. Evans pointed to a red rubber bag hanging on a hook behind the bathroom door. “You know what that is, right?” he asked.
“Sure, that’s a hot water bottle. We have one at home,” I volunteered, proud of my knowledge.
“A hot water bottle, eh?” he scoffed. “That’s a douche bag,” he continued. “Girls use it to clean out their pussy. Boys can use it too, to clean out their ass pussies.”
I was confused, but didn’t let on as Mr. Evans pulled out a long rubber hose with a clamp at one end. “See,” he added, “this is the nozzle that you stick inside to wash yourself out.”
Mr. Evans busied himself adjusting the water temperature and proceeded to fill the bladder of the douchebag, running the water over a bar of soap before it flowed into the bag. When the container was full, Mr. Evans screwed on the hose and hanged the apparatus on the shower head in the tub.
“Alright, sonny boy; come bend over the tub and poke your hot little butt up at me,” Mr. Evans smiled, waving the douche nozzle like a wand.
I kneeled on the cool tile with my thighs against the outside of the tub and leaned forward. Mr. Evans guided my chest lower until my head rested on the floor of the tub.
“The best way to take an enema is to be bent over, hugging your knees,” Mr. Evans explained. “Your ass, rectum,” he corrected, “has two rings of muscles that keep everything inside until you’re ready to take a crap. With a little practice, you can learn to relax your muscles. You were getting good and relaxed earlier when I was fingering you, weren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes sir. It hurt when you first stuck your finger in, but after a minute, when you got me used to it, it felt good,” I agreed.
“Well, practice makes perfect,” Mr. Evans said encouragingly as he took the top off a large jar of petroleum jelly. “Let’s grease you up a little to make it easier to slip inside,” he said, spreading my buttocks and applying a liberal dollop of Vaseline to my anus.
A shiver ran up my spine when his finger rubbed and pressed against my tight ring of muscle and I willed myself to relax. Sensing my receptive state, Mr. Evans slid his greasy finger inside me, making my dick jump and my asshole clench involuntarily. “Easy , bear down and just relax,” he said soothingly while slowly buttering my bottom.
I focused on my breathing and willed my anal sphincter to relax as Mr. Evans kneaded my bottom and gently worked his finger in and out and all around inside me, gradually helping me to relax and become receptive.
“Now then,” Mr. Evans said softly, “let’s clean you out.” With that, the thin plastic wand of the douche slid effortlessly up my ass. “Excellent,” Mr. Evans patted my bottom and opened the clamp on the hose. “You’re going to feel fullness in your belly, but just keep relaxed and take as much of the water as you can,” he soothed, still rubbing my butt and occasionally letting his hand slip between my legs and caress my balls and dick.
“I can’t take any more,” I whined as the liquid in the bag flowed up my rectum.
“Shhh, just a little more,” Mr. Evans coaxed, still stroking me tenderly.
After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Evans closed the clamp on the hose and deftly pulled the wand from between my cheeks, squeezing my buttocks together. “Just lay still and hold it a little longer,” he said. “Just a little longer and then you can let it out.”
My guts were cramping and I had to go with tremendous urgency by the time Mr. Evans deemed I had held the enema in long enough. “Okay now, be careful not to shit yourself and get on the can,” he said the magic words I had prayed for.
I carefully stood, holding my belly, and minced the few steps to the toilet. I had barely sat down when a flood of water and feces poured out of my bowels, leaving me feeling weak. “Oh man,” I exclaimed. “I think I just crapped my guts out.”
Mr. Evans was leaning against the wall watching me with a smile on his lips. “You’re doing fine. Just sit there for a minute to rest up and we’ll do it again. You should usually rinse three or four times until you pass clear water,” he instructed, “that way your ass will be squeaky clean and slick...just like a pussy.” Have you ever fingered a girl’s pussy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I blushed and stiffened a little at the memory of my first serious make-out session. We had been visiting my grandparents and my cousin Becky was there. We teased and flirted for days when the night before she had to return home, we all went to the movies. Becky and I decided to sit in the balcony which was nearly deserted. Sitting in the dark, we began kissing and making-out. She was one hot chick and much less inhibited than any other girl I had fooled around with before. She rubbed my dick through my pants and allowed me to squeeze her tits, and before long put my hand up her skirt and let me feel her up. I was amazed at the heat emanating from between her legs, and surprised at how wet her pussy was when I finally managed to spread it open and insert my finger...but I digress. “Yeah, once,” I admitted. “It was great.”
“I’ll bet,” Mr. Evans grinned. “Your ass feels a lot like pussy,” he added, “only much tighter.”
Mr. Evans saw the doubt in my eyes and said, “go ahead, wipe yourself and finger your hot little hole,” he encouraged. “You can do it any time you want, it’ll be great practice to get used to my d...finger up inside you.”
I may not be the most sophisticated guy when it came to sex, but I’m not stupid either. I sensed what all this preliminary cleaning and reaming was leading up to and smiled both in anticipation and apprehension as I wiped my ass and tentatively pressed my finger tip against my resisting rosebud.
“Wet your finger,” Mr. Evans instructed. “You can finger your hot little hole better when you’re slick.”
I drooled a glob of saliva onto the tip of my finger and leaned back on the toilet seat to lift my bottom forward. The spit mixed with the remnants of the petroleum jelly coating my crack, and my finger slid easily inside my anus. I shivered as the sensation of being penetrated registered and bore down to open myself up. I wriggled my finger around in my hot wet hole and it felt amazing; just like Becky’s hot, wet vagina and I felt the pressure build in my balls, just as it had when Mr. Evans probed my ass.
“Okay now, that’s MY ass,” Mr. Evans joked as he sensed I was really getting into finger-fucking myself. “Bring your horny li’l self back over here so we can finish cleaning you out.”
We repeated the infusion of warm water into my rectum two more times; once with the remaining soapy water and then a final rinse. I felt alternately full to bursting and then empty and receptive during the administration and subsequent voiding and intermittent diddling. When I had voided for the last time, Mr. Evans tossed a wash cloth and told me to wash my ass and follow him to his room.
“Now sonny boy, you just get in bed and let uncle Charlie take care of you. I told you you’d come today, and now’s the time.”
I climbed up onto the unusually high four-poster bed and Mr. Evans put his hands on my hips, stopping me on all fours. Giving my ass an appreciative pat, he grabbed my swinging dick and began squeezing my shaft like milking a cow. “My,” he sighed, “I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t remember when I had such a hot, nasty boy for a berth-mate.”
“Birth mate?” I questioned.
“Berth, berth like bunk, or bed mate,” Mr. Evans corrected, pressing his face between my legs, his whiskers prickery against my thighs, his breath hot on my scrotum as he licked my balls. “What do you think, you want to be berth-mates with me?”
I was thrilled both by the ministration of Mr. Evans hands and mouth but even more at the proposal to be lovers, or “berth-mates,” as it were. “Yes sir, Mr. Evans,” I started.
“I think we can dispense with the MR.,” Mr. Evans interrupted. “We’re a lot better friends than that.”
Now I was raised to respect my elders from the time I was born. It was always drilled into me to say “yes sir, yes ma’am, please, thank you, Mr., Mrs. and Miss” to those older than me or in a position of authority. “I don’t think I feel comfortable calling you by your first name,” I explained between soft moans of pleasure. “What should I call you?”
Mr. Evans was distracted by tracing his tongue up along the crack between my buttocks which he had one in each hand. Planting a kiss directly on my ass-hole, causing it to pucker under the suction, Mr. Evans said “you can call me Charlie, or if you like, how ‘bout Uncle Charlie?”
I pressed my butt out, hoping to reconnect with Mr. Evans’ tongue, “oh Mr...Charlie,” I gasped, “that feels amazing.”
Charlie growled as he dove back between my cheeks. “Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” he said, pulling my dick and pushing me down onto the bed.
I gladly complied, drawing my legs up to my chest, raising my hips up to provide free access to my exposed bottom and raging boner.
Charlie kneeled beside me, his left hand wrapped around my throbbing dick, his right hand between my legs, spreading my buttocks as his middle finger pressed, then slipped inside my clean and slick anus, worming itself round and round in time to his stroking left hand.
I arched my back and humped alternately against his fist and his probing finger. I was so intent on the sensation I hardly noticed when he introduced another finger into my gaping hot hole. The added girth provide by his second finger stretched my sphincter even more; opening me up, making me gasp with pleasure as he deliberately frigged my boy-pussy while stroking my throbbing, hard dick. My muscles tensed and I raised my hips up off the bed and with almost audible force, my cum spewed forth, tracing a high arch before splattering on my belly. Mr. Evans continued stroking, making me writhe with pleasure as his cum-slick hand milked glob after glob of thick cum from my dick. Shivering with delight I gasped, “please, no more,” unable to take any more friction on my hyper-sensitized glans.
Mr. Evans eased up on my dick and tenderly squeezed my now empty balls while he still worked his fingers slowly around inside me. “You hot little fucker,” he exclaimed as he stroked himself with his cum covered hand, spreading my gooey, stringy spunk all over his own thick, hard meat. Changing his position, he slid between my still spread legs, his dick slipping and sliding wetly between us as he laid full-length on me. His mat of coarse hair was rough against my chest, his hot dick prodded my bottom as he humped back and forth against me, my cum making his belly slip and slide against mine. Taking some of his weight on his arms, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. I was taken by surprise by his kiss but instinctively opened my mouth to him as we locked lips in a deep passionate kiss. It was so fucking sexy; his tongue dueled with mine as his dick rubbed between my legs. “God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he breathed into my mouth. “You make me want to fuck you all day long.”
“Me too,” I gasped while desperately trying to catch my breath. My hands clawed Mr. Evans big, hairy ass as I pulled myself against him. My emotions were on fire; on the one hand, I was worried about his thick hard cock splitting me open, on the other, I wanted his thick hard cock splitting me open and I wriggled beneath him to position my virgin hole against him.
“Not today, babe,” Mr. Evans said reluctantly as he raised himself on his arms, sliding his dick along my cum-covered belly. “I want to fuck you deep and hard and for a long time, we don’t have time today...besides, you’re not ready yet,” he said with a smile. “But there is something else you can use practice with, don’t you think?”
“Oh yes sir, Mr. Charlie,” I agreed gladly as he grasped the headboard and straddled my chest with tree-trunk like legs.
He lifted my head and slid a pillow under my neck, then repositioned himself until the bulbous head of his dick was rubbing between my parted lips. I opened my mouth wider, flicking my tongue along his engorged shaft, tasting the salty bitterness of my own cum on his cock. I put my arms around his legs and pulled myself toward him so I could capture his dick. I wanted his dick so badly. His big, hairy balls and belly and thick throbbing dick made me moan with desire.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth,” Mr. Evans grunted as he slipped inside me. “God, I love your sweet hot lips wrapped around my dick.”
I cupped his balls and moved my head further onto his shaft until feeling myself gag on his big knob in the back of my throat, made me pull off. “Don’t forget to breath,” Mr. Evans chuckled. “Breath out through your nose when you go down on it and the take a breath when you aren’t choking any more. Take it slow, then take some more,” he advised.
I did like he said; slowly feeling him slide along my tongue, exhaling as I slowly took more of him into my mouth. When I reached the point where I could not take any more, I worked my way back up his shaft until only the wonderfully slick head was between my lips. Mr. Evans’ moans and tight balls encouraging me to repeat the maneuver over and over, slowly at first and then with more confidence until his thick mat of pubic hair fluttered every time I exhaled.
“Oh yes!” Mr. Evans exclaimed. “You suck dick good. You make me feel so good.”
I have always been praise motivated and Mr. Evans’ lusty laudatory made me feel great, and even more eager to please this hot, sexy man. I let go of all restraint and worked my mouth up and down his thick, hard meat with lustful gusto. My arms and neck ached from the vigorous motion and awkward angle, my jaws ached from being stretched around his fat prick but I was delirious with lust and continued sucking him feverishly.
I don’t know if Mr. Evans sensed my uncomfortable position or if he just wanted a change in the action, but he stretched himself higher on my chest until the head of his dick kept banging against the roof of my mouth. “Here,” he said, adjusting his position, “scoot over to the edge of the bed and let your head hang down.” Mr. Evans raised himself to allow me to position myself as instructed. In doing so, his dick was free of my ravenous attention and I immediately missed him thick, hot and hard and in my mouth.
Mr. Evans slid off the bed and stood astride my head, his dear dick, red and slick, aimed directly at my chin.
“Now boy, I’m going to fuck your pretty face,” he said gruffly while pressing his dick between my parted lips. I opened my mouth wide to accommodate him and almost forgot my training to exhale as he thrust his hips forward, driving all the way down my gullet.
“You like that? he asked. “You like to suck big hard dicks, don’t you?”
I was not able to articulate my love of big hard dick with his pumping in and out of my throat, but moaned my appreciation and matched his thrusts with wild abandon. My saliva flowed thickly across my cheeks, my eyes watered, and my ragged exhalations caused my nose to run, yet my passion was in control and I gave my mouth and throat up to his forceful fucking. Again and again he plunged into me, his heavy, hairy balls smacking me between my eyes as I hung head down over the edge of the bed. Mr. Evans leaned into his work and shortened the depth of his strokes until suddenly, I felt his hot cum flood my mouth and run into my sinus. Moaning loudly, Mr. Evans buried himself past my tonsils and my throat constricted around his glans in my effort to swallow. Breathing through my nose was no longer an option. Snot and cum filled my mouth and sinuses and I worked desperately to clear my airway without vomiting. After a few seconds, that felt a whole lot longer, I regained a semblance of control and gently nursed his diminishing dick, while he gently worked it in and out, relishing the salty, bitter, tang of his seed. I was in a dream-like state, filled with love. Love for Mr. Evans, love for his darling dick and love for his hot load.
“Whew, .” Mr. Evans exclaimed as he withdrew his softening prick that only minutes ago was so thick and hard. “You like it a little rough don’t you boy,” he asked looking down at my cum covered face. “You’re one hot fuck.”
Hearing him call me a “hot fuck” sent a thrill through me and my own dick stirred with renewed libido. “Yeah, Mr. Charlie, I really love sucking your dick,” I replied hoarsely. “You make me want to fuck all day.”
“Well, I’m too old for that,” Mr. Evans chuckled as he waddled to the night stand, opened the drawer and pulled out a hand towel. “Here you go, you’ve got cum all over you,” he said with a smile as he tossed the towel toward me and used another one to wipe his dangling dick. “But if you want to spend the night some time, we’ll fuck as long as we’re able,” he added, finishing his thought.
“Really,” I said eagerly. “That would be far out.”
“Far in, more likely,” Mr. Evans retorted as I rolled over to allow the blood to drain from my head. “So what do you think? What are you planning this Saturday?” he asked, only slightly less eager than I felt.
“I think I want to see how much we can fuck,” I said. “And how far in I can take it,” I finished with a leer.
“Oh boy,” Mr. Evans said smiling and shaking his head at my wantonness. “You bring yourself by in the afternoon. We can have some beers and I’ll grill some steaks and then I’ve got some more meat for you.”
I don’t know exactly what it was that got me so hot, but I was instantly turned on by the prospect of spending an afternoon with Mr. Evans. “I can hardly wait,” I said with a blush.
Mr. Evans smiled in agreement and said, “we can spend the next two days getting you in practice. But right now, I have to get ready to go into town and you ought to get started on that fence line before it gets too hot. I’m not paying you to suck my dick you know,” he added with a big grin.
“Oh I know, Mr. Evans...Mr. Charlie, that’s just a bonus,” I said with an innocent smile.
Mr. Evans literally guffawed at my insolence and smacked me on my ass as I climbed down from his bed. “You’re such a find,” he said with sincere appreciation. “I’m lucky to find a hot and nasty slut like you.”
I rolled off the bed and flexed my shoulders and rolled my neck to work out the stiffness from hanging head-down over the edge of the bed. “I’b godda bow my dose,” I said with a snort.
“There’s some Kleenex in the bathroom,” Mr. Evans pointed with his chin. “I need a shower,” he announced, leading the way. “You want to rinse that cum off?”
I looked down at my cum-crusted belly and thighs, then at Mr. Evans broad back heading down the hall and I felt the need to shower in the worst way. The douche bag was still hanging from the shower head and Mr. Evans plopped it into the sink before running the water for the shower. I was finishing blowing my nose when he stepped in and pulled the curtain. Poking his head out he said, “are you getting in?”
A rush of excitement filled me and my dick thickened. I hadn’t expected to shower with Mr. Evans but the notion revived my libido. I carefully opened the shower curtain to step in without splashing water all over the floor. Mr. Evans was under the spray of the shower head and I feasted my eyes on his broad, hairy back, bulging buttocks and massive thighs as I stepped in and closed the curtain behind me. Mr. Evans turned toward me with his head under the water. Arching his back to rinse, his hips projected his thick, limp dick against my raging boner, sending thrills up my spine. I reached for him and ran my hands across his hairy chest, causing him to flex his muscles. I reached for the bar of soap and caressed him with slick, soapy strokes. Across his big barrel-chest, down his pot-belly, between his legs and balls. “You turn me on so bad,” I gasped when I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began stroking his stiffening dick. Mr. Evans was not going to be so easily distracted from his bath and turned back to rinse the soap I had just applied. Not to be put off, I began soaping and rubbing his back, down his butt, then along each leg, making sure to brush against his balls, accidentally of course. Turning once again, Mr. Evans’ brought his thickening, but still semi-soft prick back into reach and I wasted no time in squatting in front of him and wrapping my mouth around his dripping, wet pole.
Caressing my head, Mr. Evans groaned and sighed as I suckled. He was responding to my mouth music but was nowhere near as hard as he was earlier when fucking my face, so I easily took him all the way into my mouth, loving the sensation of stuffing myself.
“God, boy,” Mr. Evans interrupted. “You need to let that be. I don’t have time to get started up again right now.”
“Uh,” I pouted but reluctantly released the lip-lock I had on him. My hands trailing upward as I stood gave his turgid tube another tempting squeeze. “I know,” I said dejectedly, “I just love sucking your cock.”
Mr. Evans stepped toward me, getting out from under the water and his dick slid against my skin. Pulling me tight against him, Mr. Evans kissed me hard on the mouth. “That’s what I love about you, boy,” he hissed passionately, “you’re a hot, nasty cocksucker.”
I was horned up beyond belief. My dick stood up against my belly and my scrotum was a hard mass. All I could think about was dick and to cum. “You make me so hot,” I gasped when our lips parted.
Mr. Evans held my shoulders as we pivoted in unison, changing positions with me under the stinging spray of the shower and Mr. Evans back to the wall. Leering at my raging erection he said, “It must be great being young; you just busted a nut that would choke a Saigon and now you’re sporting wood that could bend nails.”
“I can’t help it,” I grinned sheepishly, “I get so horny I can’t think of nothing but sex. Besides, how can I not get hard being naked with you?”
“Well you should take care of that,” Mr. Evans advised, nodding at my boner. “You ain’t ever going to shove that big hard thing down your jeans.”
I grinned in agreement as he leaned backward against the shower wall and casually pulled his foreskin back and forth across the thick purple helmet of his glans. “Go ahead and jack off,” he directed. “Show me how you jack your dick when you’re thinking of fucking.”
I did not need to be told twice and wrapped my hand firmly around my throbbing hard dick and slowly began sliding it up and down the length of my shaft. “Do you like to watch me jack my dick for you?” I asked with a smile.
“Yeah,” he responded breathily.
I began swaying my hips back and forth, driving my dick in and out of my hand as if fucking my fist and looked Mr. Evans up and down, pleased with the effect I was having him. His cock was red and thick and curving under its own weight, reminding me of of a ring of bologna. Droplets of water glittered on the ends of the hairs on his chest, belly and pubes. Smiling, I pulled back my foreskin hard and squeezed the base of my prick, engorging my head until it looked like a big shiny plum. Making a ring out of the thumb and forefinger of my other hand, I worked my cock-head furiously until the nerves were near overloaded. God, I couldn't cum, and I couldn't not cum, so with ragged breath I whacked on.
Mr. Evans was enthralled watching me beat my meat, a dreamy look in his eyes, a crooked smile on his lips and a thick, mostly hard cock in his hand. “Boy,” he began, “if I hadn’t just cum, I’d bend you over and fuck you stupid,” he growled spinning me around and pushing me against the wall under the shower head.
“God yes, Uncle Charlie, I need a hard fucking!” I squeaked in surprise, still stroking myself furiously.
Mr. Evans stepped behind me and rubbed his hot man meat between the cheeks of my ass, pushing his bulbous head against my resisting sphincter. His dick, still only semi-hard, was unable to penetrate that tight, ring of resistance but still sent shivers of pleasure up my neck.
I felt him step back and then noticed him taking a bath-brush from the window ledge. The brush had a long, flexible handle that terminated in an egg-shaped pommel.
“I need to open up that tight little ass,” he announced before pressing his index finger against me and with insistent pressure, parted my rosebud and slid inside my still slick rectum.
“Oh my God,” I gasped at the pressure in my bowels and pressed back against his invading digit until it was seated deep as it could go, his knuckles pressing hard against my bottom. Jacking myself I wriggled with pleasure as Mr. Evans’ finger squirmed inside me, loosening my constricting muscles. After minutes of increasing pleasure, he withdrew his finger and spread my cheeks apart, rubbing the oval end of the brush around and around my puckering hole. “Bear down, boy,” he whispered in my ear, his whiskers scratching my cheek. “Open up your tight little ass-pussy so I can get it soft and ready for a good fucking.”
I was losing my mind to passion. Inches away from relief, my climax just would not come. I willed my ass-hole to relax, and bore down as if taking a dump when with a sharp twinge of pain, my anus gave way and the thick end of the brush handle slipped inside me.
“Good boy,” Mr. Evans coaxed. “Give me your hot, tight ass,” he said as he began pressing the makeshift dick around and around inside my accommodating sheath, working it deeper, pressing places I had never been touched before.
I moaned with pleasure as Mr. Evans deftly began pumping the brush in and out between my cheeks, fucking me with the bath accessory as if it were his dick...only a much smaller version. The pressure in my nuts and the pit of my stomach was so intense I could barely stand it. I began pumping back and forth, mating Mr. Evans’ thrusts and jacked my cock for all I was worth; my hand a blur as I worked for the release I desperately need. My muscles were clenched so tightly they trembled until finally, thankfully, I shot a load of cum that splattered against the wall and trailed downward. Mr. Evans skillfully worked his makeshift dong round and round inside me as my rectum constricted around it, milking load after load from me.
Every bit of tension flowed out of me. My legs nearly buckled and I put my hands against the wall to keep from falling to my knees. My breath was ragged and I felt warm and empty and relaxed all over. “Oh man!” I exclaimed, “that was amazing, I came so hard. Thank you.”
Mr. Evans had stepped back a little, giving me space to turn around, watching me catch my breath. He was still deliberately pulling his foreskin back and forth and his peter was almost fully hard. I smiled adoringly as I reached for him, wrapping my fingers around the root, pressing as much of my naked skin against him as I could. Mr. Evans held me tight and I rested my head against his massive chest, feeling safe and loved and completely spent.
Mr. Evans interrupted my euphoria by breaking off our embrace. He reached down and turned off the shower, then put his hands on my shoulders he smiled happily and looked me in my eyes. “, you sure know how to make an old man happy,” he said. “You make me horny like nobody’s business, but I have to get to the bank and we can’t be fucking around all day.”
“I know,” I acquiesced, “I’ll be good,” I added with a mock pout as I reached for a towel.
“Not too good I hope,” Mr. Evans squeezed my bottom as I stepped out of the shower, sending another nasty thrill through my horned up head.
“I’m going to be extra good for you, Mr. Charlie,” I said saucily, getting into the role of a slut. I made a show of drying myself as Mr. Evans watched and played with himself. Feeling completely decadent, I turned and bent from the waist to dry my ankles; my round bottom pointing directly at Mr. Evans and I peeked back at him between my legs. I reached up and grasping my thighs, spread my buttocks apart to reveal my puckering butt-hole. “I’m going to be really, really good, Mr. Charlie,” I whispered wantonly before I stood up and headed down the hall with a swing in my hips.
I found my clothes on the kitchen floor and tucked myself into my jeans. The snug fit and my debauched thoughts made my dick thicken and bulge. I was pulling my t-shirt on over my head when Mr. Evans came into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his replete hips, the outline of his pecker pressing against the damp, clinging terry-cloth drew my eyes and made me smile. He shook his head and grinned before taking a deep drink of his cooled coffee. “You really get me hot,” I said, “but since I promised to be good, I guess I better get at it.”
“You be good and I’ll bring you something when I get back from town,” Mr. Evans said with a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll see you this afternoon,” he said dismissively and headed down the hall to his room.
I looked at the clock before heading out the door to start my chores and noticed it was not even eight o’clock. It sure seemed like we had spent a lot longer fooling around than we actually had. So much fun in such a relatively short span of time kind of made it seem as if time stood still.
The hot, humid air hit me like a wet towel when I opened the door and stepped outside; South Georgia summers are brutal. I drove down the path to where I had left off clearing the shrubs and scrub oak the day before and got to work. I was just pulling out the first stump when I saw Mr. Evans open the garage door and go inside. A few minutes later, his emerald green Buick was heading out the drive. I watched until he pulled onto the highway and continued fighting with the deep roots holding the stump in the ground. The rest of the morning fell into a grinding rhythm of digging and cutting and pulling and sweating until I took a break around noon for lunch.
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My Introduction to Men
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My thoughts were jumbled and erratic as I tossed my tools into the truck and absently wiped my face. I could still taste and feel Mr. Evans’ cum in the back of my mouth and throat. What in the hell had just happened? I can’t believe I just sucked dick...and liked it...a lot. My throat was sore, my jaws ached and my dick was hard as a nail as it strained against my jeans.
“You’ll come tomorrow, okay?” Mr. Evans said as I waved goodbye and started to climb into the cab.
“Yeah, I’ll be here in the morning,” was all I could manage to reply.
My drive home from working on Charles Evans’ ranch took about 20 minutes but I can’t remember any of the trip. I just kept flashing back on me, on my knees and Mr. Evans’ dick sliding in and out between my lips, making me gag when he slid it too deep and it hit the back of my throat, and then the hot flood of viscous cum that just would not stop, running down my throat, dribbling down my chin, coming out of my nose even. I swallowed again, still feeling it coating my throat, rubbing my throbbing hard-on absently as I tried to sort out this turn of events that changed my status as a hired handyman to something different...but what I wasn’t sure.
I had been working for Mr. Evans for a little over a week doing odd jobs and yard work that was my summer job. He always had more chores for me to do, so I was looking forward to a fairly steady paycheck, and a good stash of cash for when I started college in the fall. Today, after clearing out shrubs along a fence line, when I was getting ready to knock off, Mr. Evans came out of the house with some beers. He offered me one and told me how good of a job I had been doing and how pleased he was with my work. Then, without preamble, he came out and asked if I had ever “fooled around” with another boy. His question caught me completely off guard, and I blushed as I admitted to having played around with my cousin when I was younger. I became even more embarrassed as he pressed the topic by asking me what I had done while “playing around” and how I liked it, and when was the last time? After explaining that my cousin and I would sometimes hang out in our fort and jack off together, he asked me if I had ever fooled around with another man. Mr. Evans’ line of questioning was turning me on, almost as much as it was making me uncomfortable so I told him that I hadn’t done anything like that since I was around 14. He then asked me why I stopped. “I guess it was just a thing,” I muttered, trying to defuse the questioning and let him know that I was a straight-up kind of guy. I’m not sure if I was lying to him or to myself, because thinking back about our “nasty play” got me hot and horny and that scared me a little bit.
“So now you’re too grown up to have some fun?” Mr. Evans challenged. “Do you mean to say that you don’t jack off anymore?”
“No,” I rebutted, “I jack off, I just haven’t done it with anyone in a long time.”
“That’s a shame,” Mr. Evans bemoaned, “a real shame for a horny, good looking boy to have to beat off all alone. Almost as bad as a horny old man having to do it alone too.”
“I guess,” I muttered, “you jack off?” I asked incredulously, Mr. Evans’ last statement just sinking in.
“Hell yeah,” Mr. Evans exclaimed. “I get to thinking about pussy or ass, that makes my dick hard and it won’t go down ‘till I cum. What do you think about that makes your dick hard?” he asked.
“Well, girls,” I said somewhat embarrassed because I was also getting mighty hard thinking about Mr. Evans jacking off and the direction our conversation was going.
“Just girls?” Mr. Evans countered. “Just girls in general or any special girl? Or any special parts of girls?” he added with a grin.
I grinned with him and admitted that there wasn’t any special girl that turned me on, just cute, playful girls in general.
“So, are you thinking of cute girls in general?” Mr. Evans asked. “You seem to be sporting a mighty hard dick right now.”
“Well, no,” I said, feeling my ears heat up and my heartbeat quicken. “I guess it’s just all this talk about getting hard and stuff,” I added.
Mr. Evans smiled and pulled the waistband of his sweat pants down and reached inside to pull out his gnarled, swollen prick. “Me too,” he said as he stroked his hand back and forth, looking at the bulge in my jeans. “What do you think,” he asked.
I didn’t know what to say. What did I think? About what? “I think you have a big hard dick,” was what I came out with. What the hell was I saying flashed through my mind.
“As big as your cousin’s?” Mr. Evans continued pulling his foreskin back and forth, riveting my gaze on the bulging purple knob of his glans.
“You are a lot thicker,” I stammered, “but he was only 15,” I added in my cousin’s defense. I could not take my eyes off Mr. Evans’ dick and my hand squeezed my own erection throbbing along my thigh.
“I think I’m making you hard,” Mr. Evans observed. “I think you’re getting all hot and hard lookin’ at my dick. I believe you would like to get naked and play nasty with my big hard dick.” Mr. Evans advanced toward me, a smile on his mouth and a lear in his eyes. “I think you’d like to take my dick and stroke it, wouldn’t you?” he pressed.
I was shaking like a leaf from conflicting emotions but I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick, hairy shaft. Feeling it pulse in my hand when I squeezed, made up my mind. “Oh yeah,” I hissed. “I like stroking your big dick.”
Mr. Evans’ dick lay heavy and hot in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. Slowly, I slid my hand back and forth, the underside of his rod caressing my palm while his deep purple head slipped beneath my fingers.
“Oh boy,” Mr. Evans whispered appreciatively, “you do that real good.” Moaning softly, Mr. Evans began moving his hips, helping his hard dick glide back and forth in my hand.
Back and forth, back and forth, I was mesmerized watching myself stroking Mr. Evans’ thick hard dick and my pace quickened with my passion. Squeezing and stroking and rubbing the ridge that defined his bulbous head, I was totally into jacking this dick and my breathing quickened as I worked to make it shoot off.
Mr. Evans had put his hand on my shoulder and he pulled me close, the tip of his dick poked my groin with every thrust, his breath hot against my neck. “God, you do me good,” he said huskily. “I’m glad you didn’t freak out, I’m glad you like to play nasty.”
I had completely gotten past any stupid inhibitions and was really digging his cock sliding back and forth inside my hand and rubbing against me. I wished we were naked, but didn’t want to break the mood by stopping, so I put my arm around Mr. Evans’ waist and thrust myself against him, in doing so, my hand encircling his cock worked back and forth and he was effectively fucking my fist.
“Oh wow,” I gasped, my face pressed against his chest as I felt his pre-cum lubricate my hand.
“Yeah baby,” Mr. Evans acknowledged. “You are so fucking sexy,” he said, hugging me tightly, “you have me leaking like a faucet. Look how hot you make me,” he said as he backed away, putting enough space between us to allow me to see his shiny, slick head slipping and sliding between my fingers.
I spread the slick, viscous fluid around his swollen head, relishing the satiny slickness and shine as I polished his knob with his own goo.
“You ever taste it,” Mr. Evans asked excitedly.
“N, no,” I stuttered, the thought of tasting his spunk filled me with excitement and dread. I had been sucked off once by a girl I dated. She got so mad when I shot off in her mouth after she hurled. I was so fucking horny, but I was also worried that I would puke on the taste.
“Want to taste it? Lots of folks like it,” he coaxed, gently guiding my head downward.
“I don’t know,” I hesitated.
“Just try it, lick it a little, just a taste to see if you like it. C’mon baby, you do me so good, lick my juice baby.”
Mr. Evans was almost pleading and guiding me toward his stiff, oozing dick. I was beyond horny and I have always been easily cajoled so I allowed myself to be brought head-to-head with Mr. Evans’ cock.
Mr. Evans replaced my hand on his cock with his own and milked out a long strand of silvery fluid that trailed between the slit in his dick and his middle finger. He brought his finger to my lips and said, “suck my finger. Taste my juice, c’mon boy, you know you’ll like it.”
Steeling myself, I parted my lips and Mr. Evans pressed his glistening digit between them. Tentatively, I sucked his finger tip, pleasantly surprised that I didn’t taste anything bad.
“What do you think,” Mr. Evans asked, working his finger in and out between my lips.
“Not bad,” I said in relief, “a little salty, but it doesn’t taste bad at all.”
Mr. Evans grinned and said, “I thought you wouldn’t mind it. Go ahead and taste some more.” With that, he guided the head of his dick toward my mouth, rubbing the slick, cum-coated head across my lips, holding my head steady, he pressed the tip of his cock into my opening mouth.
My dread was almost instantly replaced with lust as my lips closed around the satiny slickness of Mr. Evans engorged glans. The salty, pungent taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue and I could feel his pulse in the distended veins that stood out along the length of his shaft. I steadied myself by holding on to Mr. Evans’ tree-trunk thighs and began sliding my tongue around his head while my lips clamped just behind the crown of his cock. Mr. Evans moaned when I probed the slit of his dick with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh Gawd boy,” Mr. Evans gasped as he caressed my head, guiding me further onto his turgid tuber. Back and forth he guided my head, working his own head in and out between my lips as my tongue stroked along the underside of his shaft with every thrust.
My saliva mixed with the copious flow of Mr. Evan’s pre-cum covered his cock, dripped off his balls and drooled down my chin. My breath was ragged because my nose had become as congested as my cock, adding to the collection of mucus. “Ungh, ungh, mfff, ungh,” I snorted and slobbered and gobbled up as much dick as I could take into my mouth.
Mr. Evans began huffing and snorting and bucking his hips faster, his hand entwined in my hair and he pulled me further onto his driving dick until his balls were banging against my chin and I was gagging and spewing snot out of my nose. “I’m gonna fuck your face boy, I’m gonna jam my big cock down your throat, suck it bitch, suck my big fat cock.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t breath, Mr. Evans stiffened, the long muscles in his thighs flexed into ropes and he grabbed my head in both hands and impaled his cock all the way down my throat and froze like that for several seconds that felt like eternities. My gullet constricted around his invading dick and I felt the odd sensation of something flowing down my esophagus. Slowly, Mr. Evans withdrew his slobbery, cum covered cock, trailing long strands of thick viscous cum that connected his cock to my lips.
My throat, and sinuses were clogged with mucus and I had a hard time catching my breath when my body came to the rescue and I turned, bent over and wretched.
Once recovered, I wiped my face on my sweat rag, still breathing heavily, embarrassed that I choked and upchucked. “Sorry about that,” I began, “I gagged on your dick down my throat, not because your cum made me sick,” I apologized.
“Oh, ho, Joe,” Mr. Evans was still winded from the enthusiastic face fucking he just delivered. “You okay?” “I lost my mind there for a minute, you were fucking intense. I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks, I’m sorry I got carried away there.”
My legs were trembling, my pulse was racing and my dick was throbbing as I still caught my breath. “Oh man!” I exclaimed between gasps, “that was fucking fantastic, oh, sorry,” I corrected, “that was fantastic.”
“Fan fucking tastic if you ask me,” Mr. Evans proposed.
“Fantastic fucking,” I added with a grin.
Mr. Evans became more subdued and asked, “do you mean that?”
“What?” I asked.
“Do you mean you think sucking my dick was fantastic?”
I took a second to consider the question. “I mean I know I didn’t do it great and can’t take it much without choking and I did puke, but yes sir, I liked it a lot.”
“You’re a gem, Joe,” Mr. Evans chuckled. “I am so glad for you.” “Now you can’t be telling about what you did here, cause that could be trouble for both of us. It’s against the law you know.”
I was still horny and confused and now also a little worried that we could get busted. Damn, everything fun is against the law. “Not to worry, I’m no snitch. I know how to keep things on the low down.” It was getting late and I was feeling a bit self conscious and beginning to come down from my horny high. “I need to head home,” I told Mr. Evans, “thanks for the beer.”
Mr. Evans took the empty can from me and said with a smile, “thanks for the blow-job. You’ll come tomorrow, okay?”
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