Date: Sat, 15 May 1999 06:24:45 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Bud's Story

My name is Bud.  Yeah really, my honest to god name is Bud, just Bud.  Mom
always said she named me after my dad, but I'm sure that's a crock. I never
knew who my dad was, I'm not sure my mother knew. To put it right out there
she was a whore. A drunken whore. If I sound bitter it's maybe because she
left me to the mercy of a succession of boy friends. Most of them were
young, hung and dumb.  None of them ever stayed around for more than a few
months. To keep from being a punching bag I soon developed a mean, tough
exterior. By the age of 12 I'd become a regular little thug; taking shit
from nobody. By 13 I was running dope. I made good money so I had nice
clothes and other things, like food, that mom didn't always provide on a
regular basis.

Behind the rough exterior hid a secret I tried to keep from everyone, most
especially myself.  Around 14 I started having strange thought about other
guys.  I found myself daydreaming; fantasizing about getting it on with
them. I disgusted myself, becoming rougher and tougher than ever.  By 16 I
was a regular cunt hound, screwing any chick I could get my prick into. I
fucked fat ones, skinny ones; ugly ones, pretty ones; old ones, young
one. If they had a wet pussy or a hot mouth for my cock I was there.
Nobody could doubt my masculinity. . .except me.

Then the summer after I turned 16 everything changed. That's when Steve
moved in. He was only 6 years older than me, 16 years younger than
mom. When they were home together they were mostly drunk, either fucking or
fighting.  He was collecting workman's compensation because he'd hurt his
back the second day on the job. Right!  He hadn't worked in over a year.
He just hung around all the time, drinking beer and watching TV.  With all
her faults, at least mom had always managed to hold down a job as a bar
maid. Still, she didn't have to support him, he had a steady check coming
in, even if he hadn't earned it. That made him better than most of the
others.  He was a lazy fuck, but smarter than most and I have to say he'd
never treated me badly.

It was a Wednesday. I'd been out making some runs for Bug Eyes (the dealer)
and didn't get home until after 8:00. Mom didn't usually work on Wednesdays
so I was surprised to see Steve alone, sitting in the recliner, wearing
only jockey shorts and holding a beer can.

"Where's mom?"

"She left. Said she won't be back until she's not pissed any more.  We had
a fight."

Like that was something new.  "Where did she go?" I asked.

"She's at Terry's."  Terry was another barmaid where mom worked. Also a big
slut. She loved suckin' on my big prick and she wasn't bad at it either.

"What was the fight about this time," I asked not really giving a shit.
He's only lived with us three months and mom had left four time
already. She always came back after a day or two. You couldn't blame mom
for not staying away long. He was a sexy looking stud. A face, beautiful
and innocent; a head of hair, in loose, honey blond curls; seductive eyes,
sleepy and blue; the lithe, hairless body of a youth, with the hardness of
a man; and a cock.  I'd seen the outline of his morning hards pushing
against the thin fabric of his jockey shorts enough to know he was packin'
a super-thick piece of man meat.

"Same old thing, sex," he said answering my question.

"Sex? I'll never understand that. You two go at it more than anybody I
know, 'cept me," I said, not able to resist affirming my own manly prowess.

"Yeah, but this time when I said she couldn't give head worth a fuck I made
the mistake of saying that faggots suck cock better than her.  She lost her
fuckin' mind. Said she gave the best head of anybody in town; told me I was
deformed, too big for anybody to handle.  I said the fags had no trouble
with it.  That not only did they give great hum jobs, they'd paid for the
privilege of draining the old sausage dry. Then she calls me a faggot,
packs her bags and slams outta here.  Like I'm the only guy to ever let
some turk swing on his schlong.  Bet you've hustled your cock plenty,
right?"

I guess I was kinda shocked at what he'd just said. I'd never even
considered Steve getting his rocks off in some guy's mouth, but that wasn't
what had startled me. It was my reaction.  Suddenly I saw him in a totally
different light, I guess the way mom saw him, as a sexual object.  My mind
was reeling with the image of his big cock and I realized I was craving it,
lusting to take it deep into my mouth, having him unload down my throat.

"Well haven't you?"

"Haven't I what?"  I stammered, coming out of my daze.

"Hustled the gay boys."

"What?" I suddenly realized what he'd been talking about, "oh! yeah, I hear
you, but no, not really. I've never done anything like that. I ain't no
fag," I said a bit too defensively.

"Neither am I.  You don't have to be a fag to enjoy a fag's mouth. They
give great head, pay you for the pleasure and that's it you don't do
nothing to them, it all one way."

"Don't get unstrung, I don't give a shit how you get off or with who.  I
say it if gets the job done do it.  I got enough babes willing to take care
of business, I don't need some fag to do me."

"Yeah? Well how many really great blow jobs have you ever had? Most girls
don't know how to take care of a guy with their mouths.  And besides how
many of 'em ever pay you?"

He had me there, most of the blow jobs I'd had were pretty shabby, except
for Terry, but she'd never managed to bring me off.  "I've had my share of
good blow jobs," I lied. And I don't need money bad enough to let a guy
suck on me."

"Whatever," he said, "but, I can pick up the phone and this guy I know will
come right over, give me great head and pay me 100 bucks."

"Bullshit! Why would anybody pay you a $100, I'm sure they can get plenty
of fag cocks for free."

"Cause this guy only like to suck off straight men and besides he fuckin'
crazy over my big cock.."

The idea of this stud having his cock sucked my another guy was turning me
on something fierce.  I could feel myself making wood and I knew I should
just take a cold shower and forget about this conversation.  But I
couldn't.

"Well why don't you make the call?"

"Why? So you can tell you ma and get be thrown out on the street?"

"I don't rat on anybody, unless they fuck with me. You want some guy to
suck you off?  That's your business.  I just don't believe there is anybody
who pays you $100."

"Bet?'

"What you willing to put up?" I asked

"Tell you what, if I'm bullshitting then I sign over my next comp check to
you.  If what I say is true then you get your cock sucked too, that way I
know you'll keep your mouth shut."

Well he'd called my bluff.  It was put up or shut time.  I was too macho to
ignore the dare, too horny to want too

"Will I get a 100 bucks too?"

"Shit yeah, this guy's richer than rich and when he get a load of you and
that big lump in your jeans he be happy to fork over a c-note."

"Then I can't loose, either your check or $100."

"Plus a dynamite hum job, don't forget that.  Once you've had it you'll
thank me and go back for more. And relax, it won't make you a fag."

No, I thought, it won't but it might make the fag in me come out.  It was
too late to turn back. He was already picking up the phone.  I hoped he
wouldn't get an answer, but after a moment or two he was setting up the
deal with a guy who was apparently only to anxious to chow down on both the
Steve's familiar cock and whatever a new 16 year old stud had to offer.

Steve hung up the phone with a shit eating grin.  "He said $100 apiece was
no problem. He's excited about be your first male blow job.  Said you never
want another woman's mouth on your prick after he's finished with you."  By
this time I was fully hard and leaking.  Steve noticed.

"For a guy who wasn't too anxious to have some guy swing on him, you're as
horned up as I am," he said nodding toward the pouch of his briefs which
were tenting out a full 8 inches. I think if he'd asked I'd have gone down
on him there and then.  My mind was swimming with the lustful thoughts I'd
repressed for years.

I went in a took a shower.  After all if some stranger was going to pay me
for it I could at least make sure my body was clean.  Beside I needed to
get away from Steve before I did something I regret.  When I came out of
the bathroom wrapped in only a towel Steve was fully dressed.  Jeans, tight
white tee-shirt, and work boots.  I looked at him in surprise.

"This guys likes to undress you, sorta like unwrapping a Christmas gift,
besides he like the butch workman's look.  You better hurry and dress,
he'll be here any minute.  I put on my tightest pair of jeans, making sure
to mound my balls and cock to make the biggest bulge I could.  I pulled on
a tight sweat shirt that had the sleeves cut off and short just below my
nipples, revealing my taut stomach and hard belly button.  I couldn't
decide what to wear on my feet when I heard the knock on the door, so I
came out of my bedroom barefoot., just as Steve opened the door.

I don't know what I'd been expecting, but it sure wasn't the guy who stood
there.  He was about 35; salt and pepper (more pepper than salt) closed
cropped black hair; a ruggedly handsome face; and a solid, obviously well
toned body.  He wasn't very tall, only 5'8", but he was solid and humpy.
He sure wasn't my image of a cock sucking fairy. And he looked and was
dressed like a magazine model.  Chinos, a tight rugby shirt which showed of
his defined torso and a pair of polished Bass loafer.

Steve made the introductions and Burt shook my hand as he looked up and
down my body, pausing longer than necessary to admire the growing bulge at
my crotch.  "Well this is my lucky day," he said turning on charming smile
on Steve.  "My favorite cock and a virgin cock."  He reached into his
pocket and withdrew two crisp $100 bills, which he'd obviously placed there
for this purpose.  "Why don't we get this out of the way and then get down
to some fun."  He hand one bill to Steve and the other to me.  Steve
stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans and following his example I shoved
it into my right pocket, though there was barely enough room, the jeans
being so tight.

Those preliminaries finished, Burt looked us both up and down for a minute
or two while we just stood there, me feeling stupid.  "I can't make up my
mind which of you I want first, so how about I have you both together?"

"You paid the bill, you can have it any way you want," Steve shot me a look
that said go along even if you don't want to.

I wasn't in the mood to argue.  My hardon, which had disappeared while he'd
looked us over like two sirloins, came roaring back and it was demanding
some attention pretty quick.

"Do you want us on the couch or the bed?" Steve asked.

"Well with both of you I guess we'll have more room the couch.  First
though let me help you out of those tight clothes.

He came and stood in front of me.  He reached his hands up under the rolled
edge of the sweatshirt, placing them flat on my chest and using each of his
middle fingers to lightly rub my nipples.  They immediately hardened and a
chill ran through my whole body.  I felt myself going weak in the knees
and almost lost my balance as he moved his hand up and with one motion
peeled the shirt off my body and over my head, tossing on the floor.  He
reached for the top button of my 501s, popped it and in one quick move all
the others gave way as the fly parted and my steel hard cock sprung out to
its full 7 inches.

"Nice cock," he said as he dropped to his knees.  I excepted to feel his
mouth swallow me, but instead he slowly slid my jeans down my legs and help
me step out of them.  Then he placed his face in my crotch, took in a deep
breath and pivoted around to face Steve who was standing in front of the
couch. He started on him by unlacing the work boots and then pulling them
off as Steve held onto the top of his head for balance.  Next came the
white wool sox and then the jeans.  Steve's thick stick was already pumping
out its honey, Burt wiped the head clean with his finger and then licked
off the syrupy liquid.  He left Steve's tee shirt on and pushed him back
down onto the couch.

"Why don't you sit here little stud," he said as he patted the cushion
right next to the one Steve was sitting on.  Before I'd had a chance to
move over to the couch and take my seat he gone down on Steve, making the
entire giant cock disappear down his throat.  To say I was turned on would
have been a gross understatement. My eyes were glued to Steve's crotch
watching his shaft as it was pistoned in and out of Burt's hungry mouth. I
imagined what it must be like to make love to that thick fleshy pole and
just the thought sent chilling thrills through my body ending at my balls
which gushed up a glob of precum which erupted, covering the pink head of
my dick with a glossy coat.  Burt came up for some air, but almost
immediately dove down to pay some attention to Steve's egg sized
balls. Steve spread his legs to give him full access and his naked flesh
touched mine causing my skin to well up with goosebumps.  I had all I could
do not to dive down on his wonderful manhood as it stood ramrod stiff, just
swaying and gushing.

As I was struggling with these thoughts Burt pulled away from Steve and his
gaze rested on my own needy piece of meat.

"Enough of Steve for now, I think I'll try something totally new for
awhile."  He looked up at my face and his steely blue eyes locked on my own
golden browns.  It was as though he was looking into my soul, at that
moment I was sure he knew my thoughts, could sense that what I wanted now
was not someone to blow me, but someone to blow. I was scared and as if to
reassure me he lowered his face to my chest and gently tongued my delicate
nipples turning them into little pebbles. He moved south, lightly grazing
the downy soft hairs on my stomach with the tip of his tongue until he
reached my navel which he proceeded to ream out sending my ass levitating
off the cushion.  His oral skills soon had me thinking only of gaining
blessed relief.  He was making me feel liket nobody ever had and he hadn't
even gotten to the good parts yet.  He moved further down, caressing my
rampant rod with his cheek as he moved around it to my meaty balls.  He
chowed down on them, chewing on them gently, lapping at them, driving me
totally wild.  I thought I was gonna a loose it and shower him with hot
blasts of my orgasm, but he was just beginning.  He ran his hot tongue up
over my ball sac until it was poised at the base of the underside of my
cock.  Then with slow torture he moved it ever so lightly up the shaft.

I couldn't stand it, I looked down locking his stare and hissed, "take me
you fuckin' cock sucker!"

He grabbed my dick with his right hand and pulled it toward him.  Still
looking straight into my eyes he said, "I know just what you want, but
first just lay back and relax, I'm gonna take good care of you."

He raised his head a little and in one quick motion gulped my fucker down
to the hilt. I was too out of it to really look at what he was doing, but
the feelings he was sending through every inch of my body was like nothing
I'd ever experienced. With a combination of his right hand, lips, tongue
and throat he was managing to touch every sensitive nerve ending spread
over my 7 x 4 slab.  He plunged up and down on it four, five, six times and
then I exploded. To say it was the best cum of my life doesn't describe
it. It was like all my previous orgasms rolled into one gigantic eruption.
Like my life force was shooting out of me.  I can't understand how his head
wasn't blasted off, not to mention how he kept from choking and managed to
gulp it all down.

I wanted to push him away from me, too much of a good thing was more than I
could stand, but I didn't have the energy to do it or even tell him to let
me loose. He just kept me locked between his full lips, being sure to draw
out every drop I had in me.  Once he was sure he it all and my meat had
deflated back to it's 5 soft inches he took his mouth off.

In the meantime it seems the hot show had really turned Steve on.  Even if
it was "GAY SEX" it had to be one of the hottest things he'd ever seen up
close and personal.  He was flogging his big log at a mile a minute and
making grunting sounds indicating he wasn't far behind me in bringing the
old load home.  Burt, being the cock hog he is, wasn't about to miss a
second helping.  Steve was almost too far gone and actually put up a bit of
a struggle when Burt pushed his hand away from the 8" cannon.  Burt of
course wouldn't take no for an answer.  He slowed things down and gave some
hot and wet attention to Steve's bull balls.  Then he grabbed the big
schlong in his fist and started lapping it as if it was a big lollipop.  He
savored the taste of the slick juice which Steve had pumped up from his
balls.  Like me Steve couldn't wait for the main event.

"Give me a break man, suck me off, make me cum, I gotta shoot or you're
gonna give me blue balls."

Burt obliged.  He dove down and took the monster into his throat.  I just
stared in fascination, watching him do to Steve what he'd just finished
doing to me.  The guy's an Olympic level cock sucker.  He had Steve
writhing with pleasure and moaning in delirium.  I couldn't believe it, but
the action was so fuckin' hot that I was getting hard again.  Impossible
though it seemed I knew I had another load brewing up and I wanted to let
it loose.  I fisted myself and began stroking.

Steve put his hands behind Burt's head and began bucking up off the couch,
fucking his mouth like he'd turned into a machine.  It didn't take long,
suddenly Steve's lanky frame went out straight and stiff and with an actual
roar let go, pumping Burt full of his thick hot man juice. Again Burt made
certain he didn't miss a drop. When he finally turned Steve loose he sat
back on the floor still between Steve's wide spread legs.  He looked over
at me.  I was getting close and he could see that.  I looked into his eyes.

"This one'll have to be a freebie," he said.  "I don't have any more money
with me."

"Man, just take my load."

He didn't have to be told twice.  He was down on me faster than frog flicks
a fly. This time I watched him service me.  It was great, like watching a
porno movie, only you're in it.  You can match every sensation with a
visual image. It made me even hotter. Hot enough to pop.  It took a little
longer this time, and my load was just a little bit smaller, but how he
made me feel was fuckin' awesome. Once he'd sucked down all I could produce
he stood up, pulled himself together and with a quick wave went out the
door leaving me and Steve two drained puddles of flesh sitting next to each
other still naked.

Steve was the first to say anything.  "Shit, that was too fuckin' hot for
me.  I wish he didn't leave so soon.  I'm ready to go again."

I glanced over at him and sure enough his cock was up hard, stiff and
leaking.  The sight of the fleshy beast had my balls tingling and I knew I
was to spring a bone for a third time in a hour. Steve noticed and smirked.

"I don't know about you, but I gotta cum again.  Looks like you might want
to too.  Want a jerk off together."

If he'd said that to me three hours earlier I might have put a hurt on him,
but now I was not only eager to "jerk off" with him I was having other
thoughts which at any other time would have sent me looking for the nearest
whore.  What I said to him was, "yeah, all right, but let's go into my room
and lie down on my bed."

I hadn't really meant to say that and I wasn't sure why I had, but Steve
didn't seem to think the suggestion strange in any way.  He just got up
from the couch and headed toward my room.  I was right behind him.

He pulled off his tee shirt and stretched out naked on the left side of my
double bed.  I went over to the opposite side and laid down next to him, my
left side just barely touching his right.  It seemed natural since the bed
wasn't that wide, but the touch of his bare flesh sent a thrill through me.
We both began to stroke off real slow like.

"Tell me that wasn't the best head you've ever had," he said quietly.
"Can't, it was fuckin' great.  It might even be the best sex I ever had," I
said truthfully.

"I told you and you get paid besides.  But I'd let him do me even if he
didn't pay."

"I know what you mean."

We stayed silent for a few minutes, both slowly pulling our meats, neither
in an apparent rush to blow his load, sorta just enjoying the sensation and
the fact we were sharing it with another person.

I scratched my nose with my left hand and when I brought it back down it
came to rest on Steve's hip.  Normally I'd have moved it away like it had
touch a hot stove, but for some reason I didn't. Neither did he move under
my touch, so I just left it there while both of us continued to stroke at
an easy pace.

Then almost unconsciously I began to caress the smooth skin under my left
hand.  I felt the outline of the hip bone and then moved to the left until
the tips of my fingers touched the edge of Steve's pubic bush.  I held
still for a moment and felt Steve stop right movement of his right hand. He
didn't let loose of his cock, just held it still; he didn't try and move
away.  We both held still, as if in suspended animation.

Then very quietly, in almost a pleaful tone he asked, "wanna help me out?"

"What?" I'd heard what he said, but wasn't sure what he meant.

"Give me a hand job?"

"Maybe."  By now I wanted to give him more than a hand job, but I didn't
know how he'd react to that, so as funny as it seems now I was trying not
to appear to anxious.

"Come on man, give me a hand job. . .I'll even return the favor."

That was enough for me.  I reached out to grab it with my left hand at the
same time as I was pulling myself into a sitting position.  I replaced my
left hand with my right and began pumping on his cock.  I can't put into
words the feeling of having another guy's cock in my hand for the first
time. I caressed it like an object of love.  I leaned in closer for a good
look at this monumental piece of man.  I blew a stream of warm breath
against it as I continued to work it up and down.  Steve was moaning with
pleasure giving me hot words of encouragement.

"God, your hand feels so fuckin' hot on my cock, move it faster, make me
shoot.  Oh yeah, it feels great, blow on it again. That's it, almost as
good as having it in your mouth. Almost as good as your hot, wet mouth
would feel.  Keep goin', it feels great, but your mouth would feel even
better. Come on man, do it. You know you want it. Go for it.  Put me in
your fuckin' mouth."  I was getting so turned on that sense went completely
out of my mind.  Not only did I have an absolutely beautiful man's cock in
my fist, but his words were making me hotter than I ever remembered being.
Steve reached out with his right hand and put it behind my head, pulling my
face down to his crotch.  I didn't have the will to resist.  As the fat
meaty head of his cut cock touch my lips they parted without resistance and
for the first time the taste of a man filled my taste and smell senses. I
needed no more urging.  I went at that cock with all the desperate
determination derived from years of repressing my truest desires.  What I
lacked in experience I made up for in raw lustful enthusiasm.  From
experiencing and observing Burt first class techniques I managed to bring
Steve to incredible levels of pleasure.  He was groaning and writhing
beneath my assault.  I felt, for the first time, the incredible sense of
power that comes from having a real man's most precious object in your
mouth and at your mercy.  Now what I wanted more than anything was to feel
the hot gushing of his male essence in my mouth and to drink down the
ultimate elixir of male power straight from the source.

We were both so worked up that I didn't have long to wait.  A growl started
in the pit of his stomach and as it came from his mouth I felt the head of
his cock grow larger and a flood of the most intoxicating, bittersweet
liquid fill me up.  I understood why Burt had fought for every drop. I
couldn't get enough to satisfy my craving.  Steve had lost his mind and was
pumping himself into me long after there was anything to pump out.  Finally
he slipped from my mouth and we both crashed down on the mattress.

Once I'd recovered enough I began stroking myself, seeking much needed
relief, but true to his word Steve pushed my hand away and began giving me
the best hand job of my life.  It didn't take long before I sprayed all
over my chest and stomach, as well as coating his hand with the juice of my
manhood.

Steve and mom are still together. I still can't handle bein' a faggot, but
I'll admit bein' a guy who just loves smokin' the ole pole.  Steve and I
have a kind of unspoken agreement that we'll assist each other to relieve
sexual frustrations and every once in awhile Burt comes over to drop a
couple hundred bucks while we drop our loads.  No wonder mom and Steve
don't fight as often.