Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2008 18:49:04 -0600
From: Richard <richard@surfeit-verdure.com>
Subject: Mike Chapter 3

Based on a true relationship.  Comments and suggestions welcome.

Copyright 2008, richard@surfeit-verdure.com

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Mike was true to his word.  My phone at the office rang around 4 pm on
Friday.

"Wondered if you wanted to have dinner after work."

"Sure.  Where do you want to go?"

"Actually I have some burgers in the fridge.  You want to come over to
my place?"

"That sounds great.  How about 6?"

"See ya there."

I didn't get a great deal done the rest of the day as I thought about
all the things I wanted to do with Mike.  Keep it basic, I kept
reminding myself.  He's probably never even heard of most of the things
you're coming up with, and you'll scare the hell out of him.

Last minute phone calls and interruptions meant that I didn't get to
leave the office till at least 5:30.  I headed for Mike's place by way
of the liquor store.  Even with the progress we'd made the night before,
I figured Mike could probably still use some help relaxing.

"You're a little over-dressed for a BBQ."

"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to go home after work.  I brought beer."

"Cool.  Come in.  I'll go light the grill."

I'd been to Mike's place several times before, but I'd never really had
a chance to explore it before.  I took advantage of his absence to
snoop.  He pretty much had the classic ranch-style bachelor pad.
Appliances and fixtures left over from the original 1970s construction.
Hand-me-down sofas.  Junk mail, dishes and beer bottles randomly
arrayed.  One unframed print pinned to the living room wall next to the
TV.   It had the slightly funky smell I always associate with single
men.  Stale cigarette smoke, left over beer, and an undertone that said
"I don't like to clean much."  Didn't sound pleasant, but to me it was
great.

"Grab a beer.  Sit down.  I'm gonna chuck the burgers on.  See if you
can find anything worth watching on TV."

Mike didn't have cable, so the choices where going to be news, sports,
or sitcoms.  Sports seemed to be the lesser of the available evils.  It
wasn't the same program as last night, but it might as well have been.

Mike plopped down on a chair.

"Can you at least lose the tie?  You're making me nervous."

"Heh. Sorry, I never even remember I have one on."

"Fucking nooses."

I pulled the tie off and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing both on the back
of the couch.  I was left in a white t-shirt and slacks.

"I've got those shorts I borrowed yesterday if you want them."

"That'd be great.  Thanks."

Mike trotted into the bathroom down the hall and rummaged through the
pile of cloths on the floor.

"You can change in the bathroom if you want."

"I don't think we need to stand on formality."

Mike evidently hadn't quite let go of his shyness.  I'd fix that
eventually.

I chucked my shoes onto the floor of the kitchen and peeled off my
socks.  Mike had returned to his chair, and was watching me intently
between drags off his beer.  I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly,
allowing my slacks to drop to the floor around my ankles.  I plopped
them on top of my shirt and stood there in front of him wearing just my
t-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs.

I've got a thing for underwear, particularly jockstraps, but I was just
as glad to be wearing something more traditional today.  I didn't want
to freak Mike out.  Yet.

I pulled the pair of shorts over the tent in my crotch and sat back down
on the couch.  Mike continued to stare.  I met his eyes and he quickly
turned back to the TV and busied himself with his beer.

"Need any help with the food?" I asked.

"Nah.  It's going to be pretty basic.  I've just got the burgers and
some chips."

Mike headed for the back porch to flip them.  Given Mike's cooking
skills, well-done was probably for the best.

"They're a little burned on that side, but I think they'll be ok."

"They'll be fine.  We'll just drink more."

The sports program droned on as we waited for the burgers to finish.

"Think they're done?  I can never tell."

"If they look like hockey pucks they're done."

"They're done then."

We both laughed.  Mike grabbed the buns off the counter and gestured
toward a cabinet at the other end of the kitchen.

"Plates."

The cabinet was full of mismatched beer mugs, random plates, and
inexplicably a set of tea cups.  I raised my eyebrows.

"My mom gave them to me."

We rescued the burger from the flames.  The refrigerator was stuffed
full of pizza boxes, beer, and take-out containers.  A bottle of mustard
clung to the door tray.  Luckily mustard doesn't go bad.  At least I
hope it doesn't.

Returning to the sofa and chair we munched on the charred beef to the
sounds of overheated football commentary.  Good thing I wasn't attracted
to Mike for his cooking.

He finished first and set his plate on the pile in the sink.  I chewed
the last bite of mine into submission.

"Thanks, that was good." I lied.

"Any time.  You want another beer?"

"Nah.  I'm good.  Thanks."

I wanted Mike to be sober for this session, and figured I could at least
set an example.

"Wanna see the rest of the house?"

"Sure.  I've never really seen much of it before." I lied again.

"Kitchen and living room you've seen.  This is the bathroom.  Spare
bedroom.  One of these days I'll get a bed for it.  That's my room."

His bedroom was as stereotypical as the rest of the house.  No carpet
was visible through the piles of clothes on the floor.  His computer and
a second television sat on a cheap particleboard desk in the corner.
The bed was a double with the grungy-looking white sheets wadded up on
one side.  Several more sports posters were tacked to the wall, along
with a large Budweiser banner that I can only guess had been stolen from
some event.  The air was funkier than in the rest of the house with a
distinct male musk to it.

We stood awkwardly at his bedroom door.

"You need to get home?"

"No, I'd rather stay."

Mike fidgeted.

"So you want to.."

"Yes."

No point in being shy about it.  I wanted to nail him, and not just a
hand job this time.

Mike worked for a contractor, and was still wearing his denim cargo
shorts and a sleeveless shirt.

I reached out and cupped his cock and balls though his shorts.  He
tipped his head back slightly with his mouth slightly open.

"Uuhh yeah."

I massaged his balls through the thick denim.

"Should I jack you off again?"

It was a genuine - and touchingly naive - question.  He clearly wanted
to be lead through this process.

"That's always fun, but I think we can do better."

Mike suddenly looked scared.

"I'm not into any of that buttfuck stuff.  Exit only man."

"No, I wasn't thinking of that.  At least not today.  You ever been
sucked off?"

Mike just shook his head.  Fear still lingered in his eyes.

"I don't know if I can do that.  I mean I don't even know how."

"Don't worry.  I'll start on you.  If you want to you can try it on me
afterwards."

Mike just nodded hesitantly.

I took my hand off his balls and pointed behind him to his bed.  Mike
turned and stood next to the bed looking lost.  I almost laughed out
loud.  This was OK.  I don't mind playing teacher.

"Let's get those shorts off you."

Mike quickly unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper, but instead of
dropping the shorts he pulled down the waistband of his faded blue and
white boxers and slid his erect penis out.  I'd forgotten about his
discomfort with his body.

"Not a bad start, but we can do better.  I want to see your whole
package."

Mike actually blushed.

I kneeled down in front of him and pulled on the lower legs of the
shorts.  They slipped out from under the fingers he'd been using to hold
them up and slid down his massive legs.  Mike stepped out of them, still
clutching the band of his boxers with one hand.

I started to repeat the process, but Mike held fast to the waistband.

"Mike, I want to see it all.  I've been fantasizing about your body for
two years."

"That's sick.  I'm a fat bastard with hair on my ass.  No one wants to
see that."

"Believe it or not, not everyone likes the picture-perfect models you
seen in porn videos.  People like you are called bears in the sex world,
and they have quite a following.  Me very much included.  Now leggo."

I pulled down again, and this time Mike let the boxers slide through his
fingers and down his legs.  They landed in a puddle at his ankles.

Mike's beer belly tapered into a fairly average-sized waist.  He was
still a big guy, but he didn't have the spare-tire-ass that often goes
along with it.  His thighs quickly ballooned back out again, but it
looked more like muscle than fat.  He did do manual labor after all.

His happy trail poured into a thicket of pubic hair, then spread across
his entire crotch.  I was sure he wasn't kidding about having a hairy
ass.  The beer-can cock I'd enjoyed the night before jutted out of the
forest of hair.  A tight - and yet again hair-covered - sack was
contracted around two egg-sized balls.

"Wow." I said, in genuine admiration.

"What?" he said with an edge of concern.

"Those are great balls.  They're probably the biggest pair I've ever
seen."

"Yeah.  Pity the dick doesn't match."

"Nothing wrong with a beer-can cock.  Long-shlongs are highly
overrated."

"Beer can?"

"The width.  Fat dicks are called beer cans."

"Oh.  Is that good?"

"Yes."

I'd never been with someone as inexperienced as Mike before.  Teaching
him about his own body was amazingly arousing.  Still, enough lessons
for today.

"Sit on the edge of the bed.  And step out of those boxers before you
trip and land on me."

Mike complied, and sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, his knees
together and his hands resting on his thighs.

"Mike, I'm going to suck your dick, so you might want to make it
available.  Scoot forward and spread your legs.  You can do whatever
you'd like with your hands.  Try twisting your nipples like I was doing
yesterday."

He shuffled forward and spread his legs a few inches.  His cock had left
a puddle on his left thigh.  I duck-walked into position in front of
him, put both hands between his knees, and spread them to expose his
crotch.

"That's better.  I know this is all new for you, so here's the only sex
tip you will ever need in life:  tell me when you like what I'm doing,
and tell me when you don't.  I am not the world's preeminent
cock-sucker, and even if I were, I still wouldn't know exactly what you
like.  All I want out of this is to make it great for you, so help me
out.  I will always do the same for you."

"Um.  Ok I guess."

I leaned in toward his dripping dick.  Mike instinctively pulled back
away from me.  I reached my arms over his spread legs and cupped his
ample ass cheeks.

I could tell this was going to be another short round.   Pre-cum was
actually dripping down his dick and onto the dirty sheets.  To hell with
the preliminaries I though.  I slid my tongue out as far as I could and
curled it into a track for Mike's broad cock.  It touched down with the
subtle salty taste of his pre-cum.  Sliding forward, his huge head
popped through my lips.

"Aahhuhhhggh" moaned Mike above me.

I felt his hands land on either side of my head, pushing his cock
further in.  I quickly pushed back and let his dick slip out of my
mouth.

"Careful.  You're welcome to hold my head, but you've got to let me
drive for now.  Your cock is too big to shove down my throat."

"Sorry." he said, with an amusing hint of pride in his voice.

I sucked his head back into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the
flare.  More incoherent moaning from above.

I was not, in fact, a particularly experienced cock sucker at the time,
and his dick really was fat enough to cause problems.  None the less, I
was going to give it a try.  Squeezing two handfuls of ass, I pulled
myself farther onto his shaft.  I was as careful as I could be, but
still managed to brush his dick with my upper teeth.

"No" Mike blurted out.

I backed out far enough to talk.

"Sorry - accident.  Good job through.  Never be afraid to tell me when
you don't like something."

Down I went again.  Thank god it was short.  I was almost to the base,
and it was just touching the back of my throat.  At this point my
interest was somewhat self-centered.  The position put my nose into his
mound of pubic hair, and I breathed in as deeply as my cock-stuffed
mouth would let me.

Mike really did work for a living, and his crotch was ripe with sweat.
I savored the smell as long as I could before my throat gave up and
forced me to back out.

"Oh. This is fucking amazing.  Can you do that thing with the tip
again?"

Rather than just complying, I decided to see if he had a sensitive piss
slit.  The opening was proportional to his huge head, and must have been
a third of an inch high.  I pushed the flaps apart with the tip of my
tongue and pushed in as far as I could.

"Fuck!  Fuck!  Yes do that.  Fuck!"

I took that as a yes.  I switched to licking up and down the slit,
diving in on each pass.

"Uhh. Uhhh.  I'm gonna cum."

Mike moved his hands from my shoulders where they'd been resting and
started pushing my head away.  No way.  I was going to eat this cum I'd
wanted for so long.  I subtly shook my head and pulled in again with my
ass handholds.

"No, really I'm. Ahhhhgh."

His white load splashed against the roof of my mouth and began to coat
my tongue.  I continued massaging the back of Mike's flare with my lips.
Semen began to leak out of the corners of my mouth and dripped off my
chin.

I was in heaven.  The hot salty cream tasted better than I ever thought
it could.

Mike's spasms had slowed, and there was only a trickle of cum coming
from his slit.  He shuddered, and I felt his cock head begin to shrink
subtly.

Backing off his dick, I scraped as much cum into my mouth as I could
with my lips.  His head popped out of my mouth causing him to jerk
again.

I swished his amazing cum around my mouth and swallowed it.  A trail
still clung to my chin.

Mike's face was tilted up to the ceiling, his eyes almost closed and his
mouth hanging partly open.

"Better than jacking off huh?"

"Shit.  That was the best sex I've ever had.  Fuck."

"Oh, I bet we can do better, but thanks."

Mike tipped his head forward and looked down at me.  He chuckled and
wiped the string of cum off my chin.

"Sorry.  I tried to warn you."

"Are you kidding?  I wouldn't miss your cum for the world."

Mike gave me an odd look, then shrugged.

"So, should I do you now?"

"That would be great, but let's wait for a bit till you've got your
breath back.  I've got some other things in mind."

Mike's eyes glowed.

"Anything you want."