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I was being sucked and it felt so good. Those lips were working my shaft and that tongue was tickling my piss slit. I groaned and was telling him to work my cock harder.
Then I shot my load and woke up. I had been home from that boys' school for about two weeks. At the age of seventeen, I was constantly horny and I found myself very lonely. Back at that "place" (as I referred to it,) sex was available anytime. Sometimes even when you didn't want it. Now back in my home town of five thousand people in Northern Michigan, there might have been another guy who wanted some cock or wanted to fuck a dude, but how in the hell would you find him?
This was in the late 60's and gay guys didn't "cruise" back then. In a hick town, you would be crazy to even hint that you liked guys. No, you played it straight, so to speak. You found a girlfriend and acted "normal". That's just the way it was. If you got lucky you stumbled upon another guy and somehow you read each other right and you had some fun. You couldn't be fussy because opportunity didn't knock very often.
Now, I had changed while I was away. Fifty pushups, running five miles and working like an adult at manual labor had chiseled some definition to my physique. My brother who was older than me by two years had been a tormenter to me in times past. He soon found that I could bench press fifty pounds more than he could. He no longer chose to bug me, a wise choice on his part.
I had two goals in mind, the first was to find a guy, any guy and have a fuck fest. Pull out all of the stops, let it all hang out and just fuck until hell froze over. I did say that I was horny. I soon accomplished this goal. I had heard rumors about Ted. Ted was a guy in his forties. He lived at home with his mom and worked at the only men's clothing store in town.
Ted greeted me when I entered the store and asked if he could help me with anything. I looked at him and repeated what I had read on the back of a restroom door at the park, "I would like to look at some white briefs."
Ted's eyes lit up and he said that he would be happy to show me some. He locked the door to the store and put up the closed for lunch sign. He then told me to follow him. We went into the back room and Ted wasted no time, he unzipped and dropped his pants.
Now Ted was no prize. He was maybe forty-three, perhaps more. He had a gut and a receding hairline. Top this off with his being on the sissified side and to be honest he was not my type. Ted did have one important asset working for him. Ted had a cock.
So, Ted stood with his pants around his ankles, I looked at his bulge inside of his white briefs. I reached out and rubbed his package. As I did this he undid my belt buckle and opened my pants. His hand reached into my opened fly and started to fondle my cock.
"Nice, oh so nice." Ted mumbled as he pulled my underwear down, "I love your white briefs, they are so sexy." He told me. Ted went on, "What a wonderful penis, I like your cock." He was now stroking me.
"Play with mine! Get it out and touch it, please." he pleaded, almost whining.
I have to admit that I wasn't thrilled, I got hard and we sucked each other he blew a load in my mouth and jacked me off until I shot a load into his white underwear. I felt empty and disappointed. It wasn't like back at the school, those guys were hot.
So I walked home and ate dinner. Watched some television and wondered if this was all life had to offer me, a middle aged mommy's boy. I didn't sleep well that night and I didn't have a good sexy dream. I woke up and made my trip to the bathroom to take a piss and get rid of my typical morning erection. At the age of seventeen, my cock was just under six inches when hard. It seemed to measure up to most that I had seen or felt.
After breakfast, I went outside to have a smoke. Mom knew that I did it, but I couldn't do it in front of her. That was my rule, not hers. As I sat there enjoying the cigarette and watching the smoke that I blew float away and disappear I saw someone coming down the gravel road that ran past our run down house. It was him, Mark! Mark was second on my "to do" list.
Let me tell you about Mark. I used to walk to school and I would hear footsteps running up behind me. I didn't turn to see who it was, I knew it was Mark. He loved to smack me around and leave me crying as he walked away to school. I was afraid to go anywhere, what if I ran into Mark?
If one good thing came from being around a bunch of thugs for a year at that place it was learning to defend myself. I was stronger and meaner. When I was young I hated the thought of a fight. Now, it had been a near daily occurrence. I had either watched or participated in one regularly.
So here comes Mark. My adrenaline rises. I feel anger and a taste for revenge. My pulse rate picks up and for the first time when I see Mark I have no compulsion to run. Now, Mark is a year and a half older than me and he is a good four inches taller. This didn't matter to me any longer.
I rose from my chair and stood in the road, my arms folded on my chest. It took Mark a moment to recognize me, I suppose he had only seen me from behind before as I tried to outrun him.
"Well, hello, Mark," I said in a sarcastic taunting tone.
"Chuck, hey, what's up, how have you been?" He stammered out.
Mark looked me up and down, to be honest, I had two trains of thought going. It would give me great pleasure to open a big old can of whoop-ass on him. But, fuck, Mark was kind of hot.
"Look I know I was an ass and I was mean and you have every right to hate me," Mark said, his eyes looking a little glassy like he was trying not to cry.
He held out his hand and asked if we could be friends. Being the nice guy that I was, I extended my hand to him and we shook. He didn't seem to want to let go of my hand. He realized that he had held on a little long and then he turned red. So this blond haired, blue eyed, six-footer stood in front of me and then I noticed something else.
"Mark! What the fuck dude, your cock is hard!" I said with an obvious tone of delight in my voice. "Wow, looks you have a nice one down there."
Mark looked at me, grinned just a little, "You're not mad? You won't tell?" Then he glanced at my crotch, "Looks like someone likes what they see." he mumbled.
Now it was time for me to assume the upper hand, I couldn't let Mark think that he was in charge. "Let's take a walk down by the lake. I think we need to have a talk." I asserted, and it wasn't a request.
"You know Mark, I was thinking of kicking your ass," I told him as we walked through the woods. "But, it looks as though we have more important things to work on, wouldn't you say?"
Mark looked out of the corner of his eye, "What did you have in mind?" he inquired.
"Mark, let's drop the act, you want to fuck and suck, you know that you do." We had stopped and I turned him towards me, "You don't get hard from shaking a dude's hand if you don't like touching him."You like touching me, don't ya? Do you want to do more? I know that you do, you want my cock, don't you?"
Mark stood there pondering, thinking. Then he reached over and unzipped my pants and stuck his fingers through the fly,
"Does this answer your question?" He said with a grin. I returned the favor and we stood there playing with each other's cocks in the woods.
We walked over to a small clearing that was surrounded by trees, we dropped our pants and gazed at each other, both of us wearing very tight and worn out white briefs. That really turned me on, a dude in some old white briefs a little battle worn, if you will.
I fell to my knees and pulled Mark's undies down. Then for the first time, I saw his hard cock. He had a good seven inches, was circumcised and was on the thick side. His piss slit had some pre-cum drooling from it. I quickly licked it away. Then I slowly stroked his cock. I ran my tongue around his dick head. Mark's cock tasted so nice, a little musky just the way I like a nice penis.
Mark and I found ourselves naked on the grass giving oral pleasure to our mutual penises.
"I always wanted to do this with you that's why I acted the way I did, I hated being so attracted to you," Mark confessed. Then he took my dick in his mouth and began sucking me.
I pulled out and Mark looked at me, "Do you want to fuck me?" He asked.
"No, Mark, I want you to fuck me." I told him, "I want your cock in my ass, I need to be fucked, fucked hard, real hard."
Mark looked shocked. He thought that because I was running the show that I would do the fucking. He had a lot to learn.
"I am going to get your dick good and wet then when I pull my legs up shove it in my ass," I said with some authority.
I sucked Mark's dick and loaded it with my spit and had pre-cum oozing from it. I lifted my legs and exposed my ass to Mark, "Now, Mark stick that cock in me and fuck me." I commanded.
I felt his dick head pop into my ass and slowly his penis fill me. It felt so good to have a dude on me again. He was thrusting and humping me while he groaned in pleasure. I felt his balls slap my ass. He bit his lip. His eyes rolled back and then his dick shot at least five loads into me as he drove his cock as far as he could.
Mark pulled out as his dick got too sensitive. "Can I suck you, please?" He asked, almost pleading or begging. I nodded an ok to him and his mouth engulfed my penis.
His head bobbed up and down. Then he stopped and licked my balls. He stuck his tongue out and ran it in circles around my cock head and then he went back to sucking me. I grabbed his head and face fucked him. My pubes tickled his nose. My former adversary loved my cock. It loved him and let him know it by shooting ropes of cum down his throat.
So, there we were, naked, lying in the woods with his cum in my ass and my cum in his throat.
Mark looked at me, "Chuck?" he asked, "Should we kiss or something?" We locked lips and got ready for round two.
I was thinking that it looked to be one fun summer.
Then I shot my load and woke up. I had been home from that boys' school for about two weeks. At the age of seventeen, I was constantly horny and I found myself very lonely. Back at that "place" (as I referred to it,) sex was available anytime. Sometimes even when you didn't want it. Now back in my home town of five thousand people in Northern Michigan, there might have been another guy who wanted some cock or wanted to fuck a dude, but how in the hell would you find him?
This was in the late 60's and gay guys didn't "cruise" back then. In a hick town, you would be crazy to even hint that you liked guys. No, you played it straight, so to speak. You found a girlfriend and acted "normal". That's just the way it was. If you got lucky you stumbled upon another guy and somehow you read each other right and you had some fun. You couldn't be fussy because opportunity didn't knock very often.
Now, I had changed while I was away. Fifty pushups, running five miles and working like an adult at manual labor had chiseled some definition to my physique. My brother who was older than me by two years had been a tormenter to me in times past. He soon found that I could bench press fifty pounds more than he could. He no longer chose to bug me, a wise choice on his part.
I had two goals in mind, the first was to find a guy, any guy and have a fuck fest. Pull out all of the stops, let it all hang out and just fuck until hell froze over. I did say that I was horny. I soon accomplished this goal. I had heard rumors about Ted. Ted was a guy in his forties. He lived at home with his mom and worked at the only men's clothing store in town.
Ted greeted me when I entered the store and asked if he could help me with anything. I looked at him and repeated what I had read on the back of a restroom door at the park, "I would like to look at some white briefs."
Ted's eyes lit up and he said that he would be happy to show me some. He locked the door to the store and put up the closed for lunch sign. He then told me to follow him. We went into the back room and Ted wasted no time, he unzipped and dropped his pants.
Now Ted was no prize. He was maybe forty-three, perhaps more. He had a gut and a receding hairline. Top this off with his being on the sissified side and to be honest he was not my type. Ted did have one important asset working for him. Ted had a cock.
So, Ted stood with his pants around his ankles, I looked at his bulge inside of his white briefs. I reached out and rubbed his package. As I did this he undid my belt buckle and opened my pants. His hand reached into my opened fly and started to fondle my cock.
"Nice, oh so nice." Ted mumbled as he pulled my underwear down, "I love your white briefs, they are so sexy." He told me. Ted went on, "What a wonderful penis, I like your cock." He was now stroking me.
"Play with mine! Get it out and touch it, please." he pleaded, almost whining.
I have to admit that I wasn't thrilled, I got hard and we sucked each other he blew a load in my mouth and jacked me off until I shot a load into his white underwear. I felt empty and disappointed. It wasn't like back at the school, those guys were hot.
So I walked home and ate dinner. Watched some television and wondered if this was all life had to offer me, a middle aged mommy's boy. I didn't sleep well that night and I didn't have a good sexy dream. I woke up and made my trip to the bathroom to take a piss and get rid of my typical morning erection. At the age of seventeen, my cock was just under six inches when hard. It seemed to measure up to most that I had seen or felt.
After breakfast, I went outside to have a smoke. Mom knew that I did it, but I couldn't do it in front of her. That was my rule, not hers. As I sat there enjoying the cigarette and watching the smoke that I blew float away and disappear I saw someone coming down the gravel road that ran past our run down house. It was him, Mark! Mark was second on my "to do" list.
Let me tell you about Mark. I used to walk to school and I would hear footsteps running up behind me. I didn't turn to see who it was, I knew it was Mark. He loved to smack me around and leave me crying as he walked away to school. I was afraid to go anywhere, what if I ran into Mark?
If one good thing came from being around a bunch of thugs for a year at that place it was learning to defend myself. I was stronger and meaner. When I was young I hated the thought of a fight. Now, it had been a near daily occurrence. I had either watched or participated in one regularly.
So here comes Mark. My adrenaline rises. I feel anger and a taste for revenge. My pulse rate picks up and for the first time when I see Mark I have no compulsion to run. Now, Mark is a year and a half older than me and he is a good four inches taller. This didn't matter to me any longer.
I rose from my chair and stood in the road, my arms folded on my chest. It took Mark a moment to recognize me, I suppose he had only seen me from behind before as I tried to outrun him.
"Well, hello, Mark," I said in a sarcastic taunting tone.
"Chuck, hey, what's up, how have you been?" He stammered out.
Mark looked me up and down, to be honest, I had two trains of thought going. It would give me great pleasure to open a big old can of whoop-ass on him. But, fuck, Mark was kind of hot.
"Look I know I was an ass and I was mean and you have every right to hate me," Mark said, his eyes looking a little glassy like he was trying not to cry.
He held out his hand and asked if we could be friends. Being the nice guy that I was, I extended my hand to him and we shook. He didn't seem to want to let go of my hand. He realized that he had held on a little long and then he turned red. So this blond haired, blue eyed, six-footer stood in front of me and then I noticed something else.
"Mark! What the fuck dude, your cock is hard!" I said with an obvious tone of delight in my voice. "Wow, looks you have a nice one down there."
Mark looked at me, grinned just a little, "You're not mad? You won't tell?" Then he glanced at my crotch, "Looks like someone likes what they see." he mumbled.
Now it was time for me to assume the upper hand, I couldn't let Mark think that he was in charge. "Let's take a walk down by the lake. I think we need to have a talk." I asserted, and it wasn't a request.
"You know Mark, I was thinking of kicking your ass," I told him as we walked through the woods. "But, it looks as though we have more important things to work on, wouldn't you say?"
Mark looked out of the corner of his eye, "What did you have in mind?" he inquired.
"Mark, let's drop the act, you want to fuck and suck, you know that you do." We had stopped and I turned him towards me, "You don't get hard from shaking a dude's hand if you don't like touching him."You like touching me, don't ya? Do you want to do more? I know that you do, you want my cock, don't you?"
Mark stood there pondering, thinking. Then he reached over and unzipped my pants and stuck his fingers through the fly,
"Does this answer your question?" He said with a grin. I returned the favor and we stood there playing with each other's cocks in the woods.
We walked over to a small clearing that was surrounded by trees, we dropped our pants and gazed at each other, both of us wearing very tight and worn out white briefs. That really turned me on, a dude in some old white briefs a little battle worn, if you will.
I fell to my knees and pulled Mark's undies down. Then for the first time, I saw his hard cock. He had a good seven inches, was circumcised and was on the thick side. His piss slit had some pre-cum drooling from it. I quickly licked it away. Then I slowly stroked his cock. I ran my tongue around his dick head. Mark's cock tasted so nice, a little musky just the way I like a nice penis.
Mark and I found ourselves naked on the grass giving oral pleasure to our mutual penises.
"I always wanted to do this with you that's why I acted the way I did, I hated being so attracted to you," Mark confessed. Then he took my dick in his mouth and began sucking me.
I pulled out and Mark looked at me, "Do you want to fuck me?" He asked.
"No, Mark, I want you to fuck me." I told him, "I want your cock in my ass, I need to be fucked, fucked hard, real hard."
Mark looked shocked. He thought that because I was running the show that I would do the fucking. He had a lot to learn.
"I am going to get your dick good and wet then when I pull my legs up shove it in my ass," I said with some authority.
I sucked Mark's dick and loaded it with my spit and had pre-cum oozing from it. I lifted my legs and exposed my ass to Mark, "Now, Mark stick that cock in me and fuck me." I commanded.
I felt his dick head pop into my ass and slowly his penis fill me. It felt so good to have a dude on me again. He was thrusting and humping me while he groaned in pleasure. I felt his balls slap my ass. He bit his lip. His eyes rolled back and then his dick shot at least five loads into me as he drove his cock as far as he could.
Mark pulled out as his dick got too sensitive. "Can I suck you, please?" He asked, almost pleading or begging. I nodded an ok to him and his mouth engulfed my penis.
His head bobbed up and down. Then he stopped and licked my balls. He stuck his tongue out and ran it in circles around my cock head and then he went back to sucking me. I grabbed his head and face fucked him. My pubes tickled his nose. My former adversary loved my cock. It loved him and let him know it by shooting ropes of cum down his throat.
So, there we were, naked, lying in the woods with his cum in my ass and my cum in his throat.
Mark looked at me, "Chuck?" he asked, "Should we kiss or something?" We locked lips and got ready for round two.
I was thinking that it looked to be one fun summer.
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