Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 17:38:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself, Part 2

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction involving two adult males. It
contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity. If you aren't allowed
to read such material, stop now. The author retains copyright.

It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself, Part 2


From Part 1:

Almost simultaneously I could feel Jake's first jizz shot, hit the walls of
my ass, and land somewhere in my gut. More hard fucks followed as Jake
unloaded five more shots into my gut. In the middle of his unloading,
without even touching it, my dick exploded all over the ground below us. I
collapsed on the tailgate, and with his rod still deep inside me, Jake fell
on top of me. I was breathing too hard to talk. Jake finally used his arms
to raise himself up, and slowly pull his dick from my ass. "Fuck dude," he
said, "fuck." We talked a little bit on the way to my house, but the
conversation was awkward and pushed. What we didn't talk about was the hard
breeding Jake had just given me. I wondered if he was starting to sober up,
and was no regretting what had just happened. I also wondered how I was
going to get my truck fixed the next day.


Part 2

The morning after my ass attack from Jake, I was up early. My dad woke me
around 8 asking me where my truck was. I gave him the lowdown, and told him
that a friend had brought me home. I left out the part about the friend
throwing me the best fuck I'd had in a long time. Dad took me to the
ballpark parking lot, and when we pulled in I saw Jake's truck parked, the
hood to my truck up, and him under the hood. When Jake took me home the
previous night, we talked a little but it didn't even cross my mind to work
out an arrangement for getting my truck. So when I saw his truck parked by
mine, and him under my hood, that familiar burn started to grow in my
crotch. Of course my dad asked me about who was under my hood, and I told
him it was the friend who had brought me home. I also told him he could
just let me out and I'd help with my truck; no need for him to stay.

As soon as I saw Jake's truck in the parking lot I was mentally scoping out
secluded places we could go for a repeat of the previous nights
pounding. My dick was 3/4 boned when I got out of my dad's car, and I
adjusted myself as I walked over to Jake. "Wassup man," I said as I walked
over and put my hands on the front of my truck. "Hey," Jake said without
looking up from his work. I went on to make some small talk about shit I
can't even remember now. I do remember the conversation was mostly from my
side of the fence and definitely awkward, with Jake only muttering an
occasional "uh huh" or "yeah." Ok, so what the hell is going on? Less than
12 hours ago this dude had me sprawled out across the tailgate of his truck
poundin' my ass like a dog in heat, and now he's barely talking to me? In
my mind I already knew what was going on. The classic straight guy line of
"I've never done anything like that before; I only let you suck my dick and
fucked you 'cause I was drunk." But even though I knew it, I wanted to hear
him say it. "All right Jake," I started, "what's going on?" Silence. Long
silence. Then Jake straightened up, put down the tools, and put both hands
on the front of my truck. Staring at the engine, he said "look man, last
night was.........different; I've never done shit like that before Sam."
"And the only reason it happened is because I was drunk...." Ding, Ding,
Ding......Sam wins the grand prize for knowing what the straight(?) dude is
gonna say!!!

I didn't respond to him. I knew it was useless. Mr. Macho Butch Stud Jake
had fucked a dude and it freaked him. There was nothing I could say that
would help the situation. So we stood there in silence. Jake finished with
my truck, shut the hood, and began walking to his truck. "Thanks," I said
to him, "I appreciate it Jake." Silence. Jake got in his truck and drove
away.

I played in most of the softball games for the rest of the summer, but I
never did see Jake play with his team again. At the end of the summer I was
at a downtown bar with a couple of buddies.  Even though I wasn't even 18
yet, I used my older brother's ID when I went downtown.  About half-way
through the night I looked across the bar, and there he was.  Jake was with
a girl, they were laughing and talking and seemed to be having a kick ass
time. About a half hour later, Jake looked over in my direction, saw me,
and he stopped laughing. I smiled at him and nodded my head. We looked at
each other for a few minutes, and finally a half-smile came to his face.
Then Jake put his arm around the girl, pulled her into him, and kissed her
full on the mouth.

I could tell Jake liked the fact he was putting on a show for me.  Ever so
often he would look over at me, almost like he was making sure I was
looking, before he went back in for another kiss.  It was like he was
trying to prove to me that he was straight, and that our truck fuck over
the summer was a one-time thing.  So what if he'd fucked me raw.  He was a
man, goddammit, he was a MAN.  I almost expected him to jump up on the
table, beat his chest, and let out a primal scream.

The rest of the night went pretty much the same way.  Jake putting on his
show, and me trying my best to ignore him.  It was getting late and my
buddies were ready to leave.  I was too, but first I had to hit the
bathroom.  I told my friends I'd catch up with them tomorrow, and headed to
the john.  Of course I had to pass by Jake's table, and made a point not to
look in his direction.  That would only fuel his ego, which would piss me
off even more.  The bar was almost empty by this time, and the bathroom was
deserted.  I hate using urinals in public bathrooms, so as was the norm I
went straight for the stall.  I was in the middle of pissing when I heard
the bathroom door open and close.  I waited for the tell-tale sign of piss
hitting the urinal, but I didn't hear it.  Maybe the dude was checking
himself in the mirror before heading out, I thought.  I really didn't think
anymore about it.

I finished up, stuffed my dick back in my shorts, and flushed the toilet
with my foot.  As I was reaching for the handle on the stall door, I
realized I never heard the bathroom door opening again when the dude left.
I opened the stall door kinda slow, and that's when I saw him.  Jake
leaning against the wall opposite the stall, his arms folded across his
chest, and a half grin on his face.  "Sam, my man," he said.  "how's it
going, bro?"  "Um, it's going good Jake," I said.  "how you been?"  Jake
pushed himself off the wall, unfolded his arms, and slowly walked over
until he was about three inches from me.  Jake stopped, looked me up and
down, and moved right into my face.  "I bet you thought you were gonna turn
me into a fag like you, didn't ya Sam," he almost hissed.  "I'm not a fag,
Jake" I old him, looking right in the eyes, "I like it both ways."  "You
like it both ways, huh," he smirked., "yeah, in your mouth AND in your
ass."  Jake half-laughed when he said this, like he was proud of himself
for thinking of something so witty.  "Listen," I told Jake, "you're the one
who came on to me."  "I was doing you a favor," I continued, "helping you
out Jake."  His eyes got narrower as he looked at me hard.  "Yeah man, you
did help me out," he said, "and I appreciate it."  "And to show you how
much I appreciate it," Jake continued, "I'm gonna do something for you."
When Jake said that my mind started racing.  Was Jake gonna suck my dick?
Was he gonna let me fuck him?  Or was he was he gonna beat the shit out of
me in a bar bathroom?  "What I'm gonna do," Jake finally said, "is give you
some more of what you want Sam; some more of what you need."

My back was already against the stall door, and in a quick motion Jake
reached up, turned me around, and pushed me against the door.  His body was
right against mine, and I could feel his hard crotch pushing into my ass.
Slowly he started grinding his crotch harder against my ass.  I put my
hands on top of the stall door to steady myself, and Jake's mouth was next
to my ear.  "yeah, that's what I like to see Sam," he said, "you're getting
ready for me aren't ya man."

Jake put his hands on my shoulders, squeezed a little, then ran them down
my sides to my waist.  He reached under my shirt, rubbed his hands across
my chest, and then down my stomach.  Jake's breathing became heavier as he
reached around and unsnapped my cargo shorts.  He put his left hand back on
my stomach as his right hand slowly unzipped me.  I had gone commando that
night and my shorts fell easily to the bathroom floor.  Jake's mouth was
still next to my ear and he half-laughed.  "you little fucker," he said,
"you were lookin' to get fucked tonight, weren't you?"  My dick was rock
hard and already leaking as he pushed me closer against the stall door.
The tip of my dick hit the door and from the wetness slid easily up.  I
could feel the hardness of Jake's crotch start grinding against my ass
again, and his heavy breathing in my ear.  "this is gonna be good Sam," he
said, "this is gonna be so fuckin' good."

With the side of my face pressed against the stall door I could hear Jake
undoing his shorts.  Instinctively I spread my legs a little and arched my
back, pushing my ass out towards Jake.  When he saw this he half-laughed
again.  "yeah, you little fucker," he said, "you know what to do, don't
ya."  I stood there in anticipation for what seemed like forever, and
finally felt the hot hardness of Jake's dick touching the top of my ass
crack.  Slowly he ran the head of his dick down my crack then back up
again.  I could feel the wet of his pre-jizz leaving a trail as he went.
With one hand Jake opened my ass cheeks and put the head of his dick
against my hole.  He moved his hand away, and let my cheeks close around
him.  All my senses were concentrated on my ass.  I could feel the heat of
Jake's dick resting against my hole, and fell it throbbing as my ass cheeks
held it in place.

Slowly Jake began to push against my hole, then slowly pull back.  The head
of his dick would never go in my hole, only push against it slow and
steady.  The gently massaging of Jake's dick against my hole was making my
own dick pulse and leak out a steady stream of pre-jizz against the stall
door.  I began to rub my hard dick against the slickness of the door,
enjoying the amazing feeling both sensations were sending through my body.
I moved my hands from the top of the stall door and put them on my ass
cheeks.  Slowly I spread my cheeks apart, giving Jake better access to my
hole.  "Yeah, that's it," I heard Jake whisper, "that's what I wanna see."
I felt the head of Jake's rock hard dick against my hole and I felt a
sudden flow of wet.  I could feel the wet stream down my crack and I
figured Jake must have squeezed some of his own pre-jizz against my hole.
I felt him lean in closer and put his mouth right next to my ear.  "we're
gonna take this nice and slow Sammy," he said, "'cause I want you to
remember this for a long time."  I let out a low groan, lifted my head up,
and arched my back even more.  I felt Jake again put his dick head against
my hole, and hold it there.  My hands were still holding my apart my ass
cheeks, when I felt Jake wrap his left arm around my waist.  And then it
hit.

In one swift move, Jake pushed forward sending his hard wet dick
three-fourths of the way into my ass.  My face hit the door of the stall,
and I was so caught off balance that if it hadn't been for Jake holding my
waist, I probably would have fallen.  My hands quickly left my ass and
grabbed the top of the stall door for balance.  Jake used his knee to push
my legs farther apart and his hands went to my shoulders, grabbing on
tight.  I closed my eyes tight and bit the bottom of my lip as Jake pulled
out then slammed in the length of his dick balls deep.  I was afraid to
make any noise because of the people still left in the bar.  After the
initial two or three shock thrusts, I relaxed a bit and could feel Jake's
dick grating across my prostate.  Slowly I raised my head up, moved my legs
even farther apart, and arched my back more.  My hands grabbed tight to the
top of the stall door, and I began to push back against each assault Jake
was making on my ass.

"Ahhh, fuck yeah bro," Jake hissed, "that's it Sam, fuck my dick."  The
harder Jake slammed into me, the harder I fucked him back.  Jake's rock
hard tool scrapped harder on my prostate, and the feeling was mind blowing.
Before I knew it was happening, my swollen dick erupted sending four hard
shots onto the stall door.  Jake never stopped pumping my ass, and each
sperm shot made my ass muscles clamp his dick tight.  He must of liked the
sensation because he growled deep in his throat and slow pumped each time I
shot.  "Hell yeah, Sam," Jake growled, "fuck that feels awesome."  He was
started to pick up his pace again, and his hands were tight on my
shoulders.  Jake's dick was slamming all the way into my ass and I could
feel his balls slapping against me.  He was hot and hard in my ass and I
could feel him pull about three-fourths of the way out, them slam back into
me.  Jake's breathing was hard and short as he pumped harder and harder
into me.  My grip on the stall door tightened and it shook each time his
dick pounded home.  Jake reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head
back to his mouth.  "This feel good bro?" he hissed, "does this straight
dick feel good in your ass?"  I was concentrating too much on Jake's hard
dick and the great feeling it was giving me to answer him.  He pulled
harder on my hair, and his speech was low and direct.  "I asked you if my
straight dick felt good in your ass," Jake said slowly, "and it'd be good
if you'd answer me."  "Hell yeah Jake," I answered back, "it feels so
fuckin' good man...so good."  "'course it does Sam," he smirked back, "you
got a straight stud fuckin' your tight ass."

Jake let go of my hair, pushed my head against the stall door, and put his
hand back on my shoulder.  With one leg he moved my legs even farther
apart, squatted down a little, and began to piston fuck my ass.  His fucks
were rapid fast, sending all his fat hard dick into my hole as hard as he
could.  Jake gripped my shoulders tighter, and I gripped the top of the
stall door tighter.  Then his breathing became even harder and shorter, and
his thrusts harder still.  "I'm gonna fuckin' blow dude," Jake growled low.
"I'm gonna fuckin' do it."  "Yeah Jake," I spat back through my own heavy
breathing, "dump it in me bro."  Jake slammed harder and harder, and the
entire stall partition moved with each of his thrusts.  Then he slowed,
almost stopping, and I could tell the cum was building in his balls and
getting ready to shoot out.  Jake's hands made deep indentions into my
shoulders as I felt his dick grow harder and fatter than it'd been before.
His thickness filled my entire ass, pushing it to its limit.  Jake began to
pick up his speed again, and I knew his load was coming.  "Fuuuuck bro," he
hissed, "here it fuckin' comes man..."  Jake's hips bucked in short fast
jabs into me.  With each thrust he let out a low guttural moan followed by
"aaahhhhhh fuuuuuck brrrooo..."  My hands were on the front of the stall
door now, and I pushed back against Jake hard each time he pumped his load
into me.  "Fuck dude," he'd say, "your ass is fuckin' out my seed
man...fuuuck yeah!"  This happened five or six times, I couldn't tell.  But
what I could tell was Jake's load was so huge it had overloaded my ass and
was running out of my hole and down one of my legs.

Jake finally stopped.  With his dick still in my ass, he wrapped his arm
around my waist, and put his head on the back of my shoulder.  A minute
later he must have realized what he'd done.  He jerked his head off my
shoulder, and pushed himself away from me.  Jake's half hard dick slid out
of my ass easy, and more streams of his seed flowed down my leg.  Jake
didn't say a word to me as he picked up his clothes and put them back on.
I watched him as he walked over to the mirror above the sink, and checked
himself.  Right before he pulled the dead bolt back on the door, Jake
turned around, that half-smirk on his face, looked at me and said, "You
better get yourself cleaned up man, there's people out there."

That was the last time Jake and I ever messed around.  I did see him one
more time, at a softball game ironically enough.  I was at the concession
stand getting my stuff, turned around, and Jake was two people behind me.
He had his arm wrapped around a hot girl, and her head was on his shoulder.
When we saw each other, Jake got this blank look on his face.  The girl
must have sensed something was wrong because she pulled her head up and
looked at him.  Instantly, Jake looked directly at me, put that half-smirk
grin on his face, pulled the girl's face into his, and kissed her full on
the mouth.  Behind the girl's back, Jake raised his hand, and brought his
middle up, and flipped me off.  I walked away laughing to myself.  But I
also walked away with a half-smirk grin too.  Because I knew that Jake
knew, and that Jake knew that I knew, that I was the best fuck he'd ever
had.