Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2000 00:35:03 -0700
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: On the Move with Mule

I graduated from college just before my 21st birthday.  I was psyched to be
out in the real world for the first time in my life. I moved out of my
parents' home in Sandusky, Ohio, for the last time and move to Cleveland
where I'd gotten an entry-level job at a large national company.  About two
years of that convinced me that I didn't want a slow advancing, mediocre
paying job. I applied to and was accepted at the University of Chicago
School of Law.

Law school was a bitch. I've never worked so hard or studied so long in my
life.  It was worth it though.  At the end I was offered 6 different jobs
with the lowest offer coming in at a cool $75,000.  I settled on a $90,000
offer from a medium sized criminal law firm in Tampa, Florida.  I figured
that the money was great, the weather would be better and if I had any
spare time I'd be near the Gulf of Mexico.  After spending my whole life in
the mid-west I like the idea of being near the water.  Besides I'd done my
research and learned that Tampa had a very active gay community with enough
going on to keep me more than happy.

After spending a couple of weeks visiting my parents I packed my car and
headed south on Interstate 75, leaving just after Labor Day.  It was a
straight shot from Ohio to Tampa.  I didn't have to report for work for
another month and a half so I had plenty of time to enjoy a leisurely trip,
find an apartment and settle in before beginning the grind that was the lot
of all new law associates.

I'd no sooner passed Covington, Kentucky than I spied in the distance the
figure of a hitchhiker standing at the side of the road.  As I drove closer
it was apparent that he was young and not too bad to look at.  What the
hell, it would be company, eye candy and with a good deal of luck maybe
more.  I know all about the dangers of picking up strangers, but I'm not
exactly a shy or retiring flower, so despite the stereotypic perception of
what a gay guy should be I was confident I could beat the ass of anyone who
tried to give me a hard time.  I was an out of the closet queer lawyer who
worked out at least a couple of hours a day. If someone wanted trouble I
was the right place to look, on the other hand if they wanted a little
lovin' I could oblige in that area as well...it all depended on the
approach used.

I pulled to a stop just in front of where he'd been standing, arm
outstretched and thumb extended. He was even better up close, I was glad I
stopped.  He stood at just about six feet, but was lanky.  He had bright
red hair in a sort of modified spike, the pale pink alabaster kind of skin
that comes with red hair.  He had on a baggy pair of pants, a way
over-sized sweatshirt and a loose fitting windbreaker, which while large
wasn't as large as the shirt.  Despite all the grunge camouflage he
couldn't hide the fact that he was a hunk.  I guessed him to be about 19 or
20. He also had a fully stuffed knapsack at his side. It looked like he was
doing some serious traveling. He came up to the passenger's side window
just as I lowered it.  He leaned in, gave a killer smile and a wink of his
pale blue eyes.

"Hey dude, where you headed?"

"Tampa, Florida, how about you?"

"Tampa sounds cool," he laughed.  "Florida's where I want to go, but no
particular city.  I was thinkin' maybe Orlando so I could go to work for
Disney, but hey I'll give Tampa a shot if you're willing to give me a ride
there."

I knew better than to commit myself to an entire trip with a guy who I'd
only just laid eyes on, no matter how hunky and sexy he was.  Still I had
stopped and he was a sexy hunk so I said, "I don't know about the full way,
but I'll give you a ride and we'll play the rest by ear.  Sound good to
you?"

"Sounds better'n standing by the side of the road with my thumb out or
worse, walking."

"Well, find space in the back seat for your pack and climb in.  We got some
road to cover."

"Thanks a lot dude," he said as he opened the rear door of the car and
stuffed the knapsack into the small space still available in the back seat.
He got in the car and as soon as he had shut the door we were off.  He
reached out his hand and I managed to shake it and still keep the car on
the road.

"I'm Paul Gromko, but my friends call me Mule," he said with a grin.

"Mule.  My name's Tom Carson.  Mule?  That's pretty unusual. How'd you get
that for a nickname?"

"It's a little embarrassing, but the kids in 7th grade gym class started
calling me that.  At 13 my penis was about 3 times bigger than any of the
other guys.  Someone said I was hung like a mule and the name stuck.  After
awhile I got to liking it and so now my friends call me Mule."

"So are you still 3 times bigger than everyone else?"  I couldn't help
myself, I had to ask.

He blushed bright pink and said, "I guess I'm about average. So," he asked
apparently trying to change the subject, "are you on vacation?"

"No. As a matter of fact I'm moving to Tampa and starting a new job."

"No shit? What kind of work do you do?"

"I'm a criminal lawyer."  I hadn't used that line very often and it felt
good. I was a criminal lawyer, just one without any experience, but he
didn't know that."

"Cool.  Big bucks I bet.  Must be nice, good job, good money."

"Well, actually," I admitted, "I just graduated from law school this past
June and this is my first real job as a lawyer.  But the money's real good,
at least from where I'm sitting.  It's a lot more than I've ever made
before that's for sure."

"Well I'm damn sure it's more than I'll be making, if I can find a job.  I
wish I had a good job, hell any job.  I'll be 20 soon and I ain't never
made more than a couple thousand in any one year. That's why I'm headed for
Florida.  I figure it's got to be better there 'cause it can't be worse."

"What kind of work are you looking for."

"The kind that'll pay me.  My mother died and my drunken old man tossed my
out of the house when I was 16.  I've been more or less on my own ever
since. I get by, but it's no way to live. I want to get married and have
kids someday.  But I can't even afford to keep myself going, forget a
family. I can't even afford to have a girl friend most of the time. Are you
married Tom?"

"No.  I've been too busy with school to do much of anything else.  I do
want to settle down some day with one special person.  But that's
later. First I want to get my career started."

"Man, if I had the kind of bread you're going to be making I'd never get
married. I'd just have one babe after the other.  Get sick of fucking one,
kick her to the curb and grab another.  If you're good looking, have class
and money, they just line up for you. I'll bet you have a steady piece of
ass before you've been there a month."

"Maybe," I said, "but I doubt it."  I really didn't want to settle down
with anyone for some time to come.

"You can count on it. You'll have a woman in your bed by the 5th of
October."

"Well I can say for sure your wrong about that."

"No way.  Why do you think I'm wrong?"

"Because there is no way a woman is going to be in my bed.  I'm gay."

"Yeah, right! And I'm a brain surgeon.  I've known lots of gays and you
ain't like none of them."

"Okay, but I am gay."

"You suck dick?"

"Most gay men do. Do have something against that?"

"Me?  No way. Everybody can do his own thing, far as I'm concerned.  I just
never would have thought that you were, you know, gay."

"Well I am."

He was thoughtful and quiet for sometime looking out of the window and
obviously avoiding eye contact with me.  I decided to let things ride and
see where they'd lead.  I was wondering if he was going to ask to be let
out of the car when he final turned back toward me.

"So you really get off on sucking another guy's cock?"

"I'd say I probably enjoy sucking cock as much as you enjoy eating pussy."

"Then you must really, really love it," and he laughed out loud.

I joined him in laughing and that seemed to break whatever tension there
had been.  "Of course it depends a lot on the cock and who the cock is
attached to, but in general I really, really love sucking cock."

He was quiet for another few minutes and then said, "so do you suck off a
lot of guys?"

I didn't know where this was going, but it was interesting and there was
always the possibility it might be going in a fruitful direction. "I've had
my share, I guess.  Not as many as I might have liked, but like I said with
school and study I didn't have much time for love or sex."

"So how do you ask a guy to let you blow him?"

"Nearly all the guys I've blown were gay, so it was a mutual thing.  I met
most of them in gay bars."

"Nearly all, but not all? So how about the guys who weren't gay, how did
that happen?"

"As a matter of fact the first guy I ever did it to was straight.  He was
my scoutmaster.  I was a pretty good scout and well liked in my troop I was
16 at the time.  I already knew I liked males, but I'd never done anything
with a man or boy for that matter.  Any way I had this wicked crush on the
scoutmaster.  He was only 25 and married, just about the best-looking man I
knew. I was the perfect scout just to please him.  I did little extra
things to help him out and make his job easier. He knew he was my hero and
I guess that made him feel special, so you'd have to say I was his
favorite.  This one summer we planned a local scout jamboree, a big campout
for all the area troops.  We were hosting it at our troop's campgrounds.  I
worked my ass off getting everything ready for it.  It turned out to be a
big success winning all kind of scout points for my scoutmaster with the
local council.  Unfortunately my grandmother took sick and I had to go with
my family to Pennsylvania to be with her until she got better, so I missed
the whole thing.

"My scout master felt really bad about my not being there and to make it up
to me he said he'd taking me camping for a week just before the start of
the school year.  Of course I was in heaven at the thought of spending an
entire week with him.

"We left on a Saturday morning and drove up into the hills of West Virginia
where he said he knew the perfect primitive campsite where we could have a
wonderful week.  He was right, the place was great, right out of Daniel
Boone.  The camping area was a clearing surrounded by tall timber along
side a clear mountain stream.  Just upstream from camp the were a series of
cascading waterfalls which ended in a five foot deep basin naturally cut
out of the bedrock right next to where we'd pitched our tent.  We'd be able
to bathe and swim here with no trouble.  We were the only people there as
the campsite was officially closed at the end of August.  Because Labor Day
was late that year there was a full week in September before school
started.  My scoutmaster's brother happened to be the forest ranger who
worked that particular area, so we were given special permission to be
there. I didn't mind that at all.  I had him all to myself.

"Of course the thought of having sex with him had never really entered my
mind.  I guess I thought about him when I jacked off sometimes, but the
idea of real live sex with him was just not something that came into my
head.  Besides in no way did I think it would be possible with him, so it
wasn't even a consideration.  I just wanted to be with him.

"The weather was perfect; clear skies, temperatures in the high 70s during
the day and low 60s at night; and no humidity at all.  We hiked, swam,
talked at length on all possible subjects and enjoyed being together. We
got up with the sun, cooked and ate breakfast, did KP and then the
temperature having gotten warm enough, we strip off our clothes and wash
ourselves in the icy cold water.  It wasn't the first time I'd seen him
naked, so it didn't really excite me in a sexual way, so that was no
problem.  We even spent a good bit of time naked, since we air dried after
bathing and decided that under the circumstances it didn't make much sense
to use bathing suits when we took our afternoon dip, usually to cool down
after a vigorous hike.

"Everything went without a hitch until Wednesday afternoon.  We'd been
skinny dipping in the small pool, splashing and generally horsing around
when we decided it was time to get out and dry off while lying naked in the
warm sun.  I ran out ahead of him and spread my towel on the flat stone
outcropping we used to sun bathe on.  Just as I was about to stretch out on
it I heard a yell and a splash.  I turned around and saw my scoutmaster
laying flat on his back, he'd slipped and fallen on the slippery rock. 'Are
you alright?' I asked him as I ran down toward him. 'I'll live, I think. I
really slammed my back, I going to be soar that's for sure,' he said.

"I helped him up and kind of supported him as we walked toward where my
towel was lying.  He was groaning as we went so I directed him instead
toward the tent.  'Maybe you better sack out on your sleeping blanket for
awhile,' I said.  'Probably not a bad idea,' he agreed.

"He had some difficulty bending down to enter the tent, but with a few
groans and moans he was soon laying face down on the top of the blanket.  I
grabbed a towel that had been hanging on the tent pole and began gently
drying his back. 'Do you think you could give me a back rub.  A good
massage might be just what I need to prevent real pain later.'  Of course I
was willing, anxious even.  Just having the chance to touch his body was
enough to start me making wood.  'No problem,' I said, 'just let me slip on
a pair of shorts first.'

"I knew there was no way I was going to get through this without throwing a
boner and once I'd done that the jig would be up so the short had to come
on.  I got down on my knees next to him and started massaging his back.  I
must have been doing it right because he started moaning again, only this
time in a good way.  After about 10 minutes I could tell he was totally
chilled, I wasn't even sure he was still awake. I figured he's enjoying
this so much, go for it and I moved from his back and neck down to his
arms, legs, feet and finally I even kneaded his hard, firm butt.  He
started moaning and purring again so I knew he was awake and really getting
off on the massage. 'Okay, turn over,' I said, 'I might as well do your
front too.'  He hesitated for a couple of moments then sort of shrugged his
shoulders as if he'd made a decision and flipped over.

"I immediately realized why he'd hesitated.  His cock was standing up
ramrod stiff.  I mean hard and heavy.  I couldn't believe it.  I was
mesmerized.  I looked at his face but his eyes were closed and his face a
blank slate.  I looked back at his cock and knew I wanted it.  I wanted it
more than anything I'd ever wanted before and I wanted it in my mouth.

"The trouble was this was my scout master and I didn't think what I was
thinking was going to be too cool with him.  So I tried to get a grip and I
figured if he could ignore the fact that he had a hard on so could I.  I
started massaging his arms, then his chest.  I started to rub his stomach,
but his cock was waving around and my hand would brush up against it, so I
moved down to his feet and legs, working on them for a good 15 minutes.
Finally as I worked my way up toward his crotch he slowly spread his legs
to give me full access to the tender flesh on his inner thighs.  As my
fingers lightly ran across this area his cock began pulsing out globs of
clear syrupy strands, connecting the head of his dick to his stomach with a
crystal thread.

"I couldn't help myself.  I was powerless to resist.  Without thinking my
hand reached out and took his cock in its grasp.  I spread his discharge
over the hot flesh of his rigid pole and a shudder ran through his body
just as a low sensuous moan escaped his lips.

"He didn't seem to be complaining and instinct took over.  I gave him a few
strokes and then leaned over and took him into my mouth.  I slid my lips
and tongue up and down the thick shaft and around the head.  Then I heard
him whisper, 'take it real slow and easy, use your tongue on the underside
and keep your lips tight and go up and down.  Yeah that's it, slow and
easy.  I'll tell you when to pick up speed.  He literally talked me through
my first blowjob.  I was in heaven and though it lasted about 10 minutes it
seemed like only seconds before he pumped me a gut full of thick hot cum.
It was my first load, but I was instantly addicted to the stuff.

"His back really was hurting, so we didn't to any more hiking or anything
strenuous the rest of the week but by the time we left the following
Saturday he said I'd earned my merit badge in advanced cock sucking."

While I'd been recounting the story of my first cock I'd kept my eyes
focused on the road.  When I finally looked over at Mule he was rubbing his
crotch which displayed a healthy bulge despite the bagginess of his pants.
"Looks like both of us have the same problem," I said.

"No shit! That story was hot, even if was about two guys.  I'm always horny
any way, if I don't cum 3 or 4 times a day I go crazy. I could jack off
right now if I had some privacy."

"Don't let me stop you, feel free."

"You mean right here?  Now?  In front of you?"

"Sure why not?  I'd enjoy watching, it's not like I haven't seen a guy cum
before.  Unless of course you're shy."

"Shit no." Without another word he unzipped himself and hauled out one
beautiful piece of stiff meat.  I had no doubt how he'd gotten the name
Mule.  He was equipped with an awesome club.  It was about 7 inches long
and fat like a knockwurst.  The skin on the shaft was smooth and so white
it appeared nearly translucent and bloodless, but the bright pink, meaty
head, the size of a juicy plum proved that it was fully engorged with life
giving blood.  He started stroking himself, slowly at first, but soon with
an urgency that made his moving hand appear only as a blur.  Before long he
tensed, his hand stopped and with an out-rush of air a white geyser erupted
from his piss slit and rose a good 5 inches straight up, falling back onto
his cock and fist , only to be followed by three lessening volleys.  He
sagged back into his seat not moving, his cock firmly in his fisted grip,
the cum slowly running over his fingers.  I reached over with my right hand
and before he could react I scooped up some of his jism in the crook of my
finger and brought it to my mouth sucking it in.  It had a sweet acrid
taste and I wished I had more.  I looked at him and he was just staring at
me, not exactly in horror, but a bit stunned.

"You really like it that much."

"Sure do."

He considered that for a moment, then said, "that's cool."

"Do you really cum 3 or 4 time a day, every day?" I asked him.

"Sure do."

"Would you mind saving the rest of today's loads for me?"  "You mean you
want to blow me?"

"Sure do," I said and then we both laughed. "Do you mind?"

"Shit no.  I've been blown by guys before and they give great head.  I just
didn't think a young, good looking lawyer would be interested in me."

"Well this lawyer thinks you're fine.  I'll blow you as often as you can
cum."

"That's an awful lot.  Shit give me a few minutes and you can have a full
load."

We drove another 100 miles and then pulled off the interstate and
registered into a nice Days Inn.  No sooner was the motel room door locked
than he was shedding his clothes and stretching out on one of the two queen
size beds, his legs wide open and his cock rock hard.  I didn't waste time,
I dove onto the bed and swallowed his cock down my throat.  He was one hot
number.  I hadn't had him in my mouth more than a dozen up and down strokes
of my lips and tongue before I was rewarded with a load bigger than the one
he'd shot in the car just 3 hours earlier.  I wasn't enough for me, nor
apparently for him.  I refused to let him out of my mouth, I just kept
working on him.  That magnificent piece of manmeat never went limp.  In
another 20 minutes he was again filling me up.  Before leaving the next
morning at 8:00 we had 4 more rounds.  This guy's cock was the eternal
fountain of cum.

It took us five days of driving to reach Tampa.  We just couldn't make that
many miles between motel stops.  He stayed with me for six weeks and we
managed to raise his daily average from 3 or 4 times to 6 or 7 times a day.
Once I started working he moved onto Orlando.  I'll never forget my time
with him and his cock.