Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2001 15:04:29 +1000 (GMT+10:00)
From: jhimi7@hushmail.com
Subject: Will Fuck for Grass

WILL FUCK FOR GRASS

By Jon
jhimi7@hushmail.com


It was close to 1:00 a.m Sunday night when I knocked softly on Glen's door,
the soft knock had more to do with not waking the neighbors, with Glen and
his girlfriend Michelle ('Shell') anytime can be good or bad depending on
the state they're in.  Like most dealer's I'd known the two of them had no
routine that you could plan around, no time that they'd be awake or no
definate time that they'd sleep, after a few weeks of seeing them and being
blasted for waking them one Monday at 4 in the afternoon I got it sussed
that Thursdays through Sundays you could be sure they'd both be up and
Mondays through Wednesdays they'd try to catch up on sleep.

When I'd spoken to Glen on the phone that Sunday night I could tell by the
slurred mellowness of his voice that he'd started on his coming down
preseciption of sleeping pills and bongs.  I was surprised that he agreed
to me coming over, I only ever bought grass and I knew they didn't make
much on the two gram deals I tended to buy, especially considering the
markup on power and pills.

The door opened and through the narrow crack I could see Glen's glazed eyes
widen more than they were capable of "Anthony, how are ya' mate", once I
was inside he told me in a low whisper to follow him into the spare room
seeing as Shell was sleeping in their bedroom and the lounge had someone
asleep on the couch.

He was wearing only an old pair of boxer shorts, as he walked down the hall
I got a look at his arse in the dim light - the two solid round cheeks
pressed againest the shiny fabric as he walked and I noticed that the thick
black hairs on his shins gave way to almost hairless legs up where they got
covered by the shorts.  His upper body had no definate muscles but it had a
solidness that kept him from looking too wasted, I knew he was in his mid
twenties but he had a kind of a large button nose, smooth full lips, unruly
hair and was around 5'8 so he seemed younger.  The quality I really liked
about him was the complete disinterest he had in his own appearence, he
would've known he wasn't bad looking but I don't think he gave a fuck
either way.

I must be a vain bastard because one of the reasons I liked Glen's body was
that it was alot like mine - same pale skin, same light covering of hair on
his chest and nipples and moreorless the same height.  At the time I was
28, working as a storeman had kept my arms strong but the years of pot
smoking had left me with a pudgy gut and a firm but heavy arse.

In the spare room we both sat on either end of the three seater couch, as I
was getting my money together Glen packed a bong, lighting it he inhaled
deeply and blew out smoke into my face with a dry laugh as he passed it my
way.  After we'd finished a couple of cones I lent over to put the bong
back on the floor and saw that down near Glen's foot was a bottle of amyl,
he saw me notice it and looking across the room told me that "one of your
mates left it here".

By the 'my mates' line he meant a gay guy.  Shell and Glen never knew I was
gay until this guy called Steve in some intimate chemical blurt told them.

I didn't have anything to say about that so I just nodded my head and
waited to see what Glen had to say.

"Yeah, Shells dead so I was gonna give it a go later" In slow motion he
upsentmindedly scratched his balls and from the slight tent in his boxers I
could see the movement of his hand meant his semi-hard cock sprung up from
between his legs.  Again I didn't say anything, seeing his cock got my
crotch tingling but at that stage I was going to see what happened, I
wasn't about to get some straight guys messages fucked up, especially if
all he wanted to do was flirt in front of a gay guy.  Fuck that prick tease
bullshit.

He was wasted but still sharp enough to know that their was no way I'd be
spittin' in the wind on this one.  I didn't attempt to change the subject
but I kept my mouth shut.  After a few moments Glen figured on something to
say.

"So you're gay then Anthony mate?"

"Yeah I am"

When Glen stared off into space, I could tell he was trying to get his
stoned mind around this situation, I noticed the tent in his shorts had
lowered slightly.  Watching him think this one out was a turn on - I hoped
like hell it'd lead to something but I stayed silent, he was a damn
attractive guy but their was no way he'd be sittin' back while I did all
the work.

"Yeah, Shell's asleep....Fuck it!...ya' know in year ten me and Kevin
Schwartz jerked each other off after band practice.  When I was 17 me and
this bloke Calum stuck our fingers up our arses then I licked his balls.
I'm sorry mate, but I can't blow ya' but I'll jack ya' off"

Glen's speech, delivered in a quick, low whisper was all I needed.  I stood
up and started to quickly undress, I was going to leave my jocks on but
Glen had hoistered his off and was sitting on the couch, his stiff uncut
cock sticking into the air with a small drop of pre-cum glistening in the
dull light.

We both sat naked on the dusty couch, Glen reached down and picked up the
amyl, he unscrewed the cap but was unsure what to do so I took it off him
and took two deep whiffs, handing it to him he did the same.

With a deep sigh he lay back into the couch, closed his eyes and stuck his
meaty stiff 8" inch cock into the air.  The amyl took me by surprise as
usual, as it enveloped my body I looked at Glen's pale skin, his ecstatic
face and the most fuckin' beautiful rod of man's cock I'd ever....I lunged
down onto his cock and didn't stop until I felt the firm head brush the
back of my throat.  Gagging I pulled back and as Glen's hands ran through
my hair I bobbed up and down on that hot fuckin' straight cock of his, the
faint fishy smell, the stale sweat and the muskiness of his balls
intoxicated me.  His foreskin had been well pulled back revealing a round
bulbous cock head.  Pursing my lips I kissed his piss slit and began to
suck out small tangy drops of straight man's piss and pre-cum until the
clammy saltiness filled my mouth.

Over the wet slobbering sound of my mouth on his cock I heard Glen takes
another deep whiff of the amyl, within seconds his hips humped into my face
sending his cock pounding onto my tongue.  He grabbed my hand and suddenly
I felt my fingers enveloped in the wet spit of his mouth, he sucked on my
fingers with the passion and lust that I sucked his dick.  With one of my
fingers still in his mouth he lent down and his hot breath hit my ear as
over and over he exclaimed 'fuckin' beautiful, fuckin' beautiful', when my
finger left his mouth I felt his warm, wide tongue lapping at my ear.  The
roar of his hot breath had me sucking so hard that cock juice coated the
back of his throat and every smell of his crotch was licked away to leave
nothing but the warm, tender smell of spit.

With a barely surpressed groan Glen lent back into the couch again, pulling
my mouth off his cock I watched as his two large pink, lightly hairy balls
rose up as his hips bucked into the air.  With my tongue I trailed down the
deep groove in his shaft, until the musky, sweaty balls rubbed across my
lips, the smell of chemicals and stale confined men's crotch rose up into
my head, with broad strokes of my tongue I bathed those great balls in
spit.

Leaning foward my arse rose lewdly into the air as I burrowed my face down
into Glen's crotch, with a high pressure suck one of his balls entered my
mouth and resting it on my tongue I began to suck all the masculine tastes
deep into my throat.  Glen's hand slowly pumped his shaft a he writhed in
true horniness, his fist lightly hit my nose as he jerked himself off, his
other hand rubbed firmly on my back in the a vain effort to reach my
upturned arse cheeks.  I could tell by the way he moved that he was
desperate to rub my arse but at the same time not willing to cause my ball
sucking to stop.

Taking his hand from his cock he placed his clammy palm onto my face and
shook me, "the floor Anthony...get on the floor".

We both stood up, we slid the coffee table away freeing up some space, the
rock hard cock swaying from side to side Glen went to the door and locked
it.  Turning back to me we faced each other standing and slowly held our
stiff cocks shafts, "fuckin' wild stuff" was all Glen had to say before we
sat on the ground facing each other, our legs bent at the knee's we both
took in the site of each others crotch, Glen's eyes fixed on the area under
my balls and I took in the beautiful hidden groove under his, thinking
where that crevice went to I took a quick, small lick of my lips.

Glen lent foward and wrapping his fingers around my jutting stiff cock
tentatively gave it a few slow jerks, as he stared down at the piss slit he
put pressure onto the top of my shaft until a drop of pre-cum oozed out
"it's like high school..." he said almost to himself, "fuckin'
weird...feels like Kevin's...like wankin' myself".  With his hand still on
my cock he leant across and grabbed the amyl, he was stoned but he'd picked
up on how to use amyl, taking two deep sniffs he held the bottle under my
nose so I did the same.

"Fwohhh, lean back....I gotta FUCK...show us ya' hole mate" I lent back,
cripping each arse cheek the amyl rushed through me and I wrenched each
cheek apart, fuckin' horny and desperate to show Glen the hole I could
offer.  He stuck the finger that had been jerking my cock into his mouth,
pulled it out, spat on into his palm and and with a wild thrust pumped his
middle finger into my arse hole.  "Oh yeah, take it...take it" I could feel
his finger burrow deep into my bowels and slide around as he checked out
the soft, eager muscles of a man's arse.

He slid it in and out as I writhed my hips up to meet his rough fuckin'
finger, my arsehole is something I most of the time keep out of sex but the
glazed fuckin' horny look on Glen's face made me loosen up and eager....I
was going get this hot fuckin' drug dealer pumping the shit outta' me....

"Get on the couch"

He kept his finger rammed deep up my hole as we clumsily got up, walking
over to the couch Glen stayed close behind me all the time continueing to
pump at my hole, his hand buried deep between the heavy cheeks of my arse.

I lay back on the couch with my arse hanging over the edge, Glen spat held
his palm in front of my face and asked me to spit, the clamminess left by
his cokc juice made it tough but I eventually got some spit worked up and
spiting and dribbling onto his palm it was soon coated.

Reaching down between my arse cheeks he rubbed his palm into my hairy
crevice until it was slimy and coated with spit.  Roughly and quickly he
hoistered my legs into the air, I held them back and stretched my arse
cheeks as much as I could, I was fuckin' desperate and I knew I didn't want
some straight guy having trouble finding my hole.  With my open arse crack
up in the air Glen got down there until his face was maybe six inches from
the puckered opening, with quick shot gun spits he coated my hole until the
smell of spit and sweat mixed with men's arse crack smells filled the air.

Holding his cock out in front of him he let a long stringy drool of spit
fall from his lips onto his rock hard shaft, spiiting three times onto his
his palm ne slathered his shaft in drool and then reached for the amyl
bottle.

I was desperate to give this a go and my arse had never felt this eager and
open but I knew it was tight so when he handed me the bottle I took the
time to inhale deeply four time.  Glen did the same.

For a brief second we both looked into each others lust mad fuckin' faces
as th fumes took hold...

With a groan Glen took hold of his cock shaft, I felt his finger jamming
into my crevice as he felt for my puckered opening, puching my hips foward
I waited, desperate to feel him plug me...

Suddenly, the firm hard flesh of cock nudged at my hole, when I groaned
Glen knew he'd hit the target, leaning foward his cock head nudged at my
hole.  A searing pain shot through me as my arsehole stretched to get his
cock head into me....for a second I thought of backing out...but another
wave of amyl hit me and I could tell by Glen's face that there was no going
back now.

My arse ring contracted slightly as as his cock head entered my hole, the
pain was still intense but the look on Glen's face and the thought of
having straight men's cock up my arse made it worth it.  "Fuck it man"

That's all he needed, his hips moved foward as his cock slid into my arse,
I could feel into pushing bowel muscles, as it pounded my guts, with slow
jerking thrusts his dick sunk deeper and deeper....I took another whiff of
the amyl he waived under my nose and the final inch of his cock strteched
my hole wider than I'd known possible, the burning sear ripped into me but
the fuckin' domination of this man's cock was something I was willing to
take...

Glen's course pubic hairs rubbed at the walls of my arse cheeks as he
pumped and pumped deep into my arse...I reached around and grabbed each one
of his clammy sweaty hips and pulled him into me.

Glen ground his hips into me, writhing like some fuckin' dogs sweat poured
from our foreheads.  When Glenn had got a rooting, fuckin' rythm going he
reached for my cock and started to pump it in time with his
thrusts...."we're gonna' blow together mate...."

I reached round and kneeded his arse cheeks as he pumped at my cock all the
while pounding my guts, the smell of sweat and arse crack was thick in the
hot, warm air of the room....he pumped and pumped at my hole...my fingers
slids up and down his sweaty clammy arse cheeks and his hand pummeled at my
cock....I was close to blowing...."I'm gonna' blow man..."

"Huh...huh...huh...." Glen was close, I could feel my balls contract ready
to fuckin' go any second....Glenn's balls felt small and tight as they
pounded againest my arse....."whoh yeah...."

Glen wrenched his cock from my hole, gripped the slimy shaft and pumped it
all the while pumping at my cock....."huh...huh...huh...oahhhhhhhh" In
unison huge white ribbons of white cum shot out of our piss slits, jizz
splatterd againest my chin as Glen's spewing cock unloaded onto my
chest...holding my cock into the air a ribbon of jizz landed just below
Glen's nipple and slowly mixed with the drops of sweat coating his body and
ran down to his heaving stomach....

Sweat drenched, our cum splattered chest heaved in slow satisfied
breaths...with cocks slowly going flaccid the last drops of fluid oozed out
onto the couch...the gamey smell of our arses hung in the air and our heads
hummed slightly from the amyl....Glen slowly packed another bong...handing
it to me he lit the cone with an amused good natured smirk creeping onto
his face..."tonights deals for free".


By Jon.
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