Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2011 06:13:15 -0500
From: Gay Stories <gaystories252@gmail.com>
Subject: Thumpers Adventures 9

The Usual Disclaimers apply, after all you read them all to get this far
didn't you !

I've got notes and different stories,, so I'm gonna bounce around as they
develop,

Thumper 9
The Corvette

I had ridden my bike to the James River to swim for a few hours hang out
and relax. I was working full time for the lumber yard now and enjoyed
having a somewhat normal life. That means being able to sleep till 6 am
then go to work.

I rode across the Huguenot Bridge and then down along the river to my
favorite rocky spot to hang out in clear cool fast moving James River. From
my Grandparents house it was a 15 minute or so bike ride and it was easier
to ride there on the bike and not have to fuss with the parking issues.

As you have already figured out I'm a "stoner" but not the normal lazy ass
"stoner". I work out all the time run lift and will ride my bike vs taking
a car. Allot has to do with the way I was raised that our bodies need to be
properly cared for. By today's standards I'm not "ripped" but I'm in great
shape by comparison to my peers. I guess the weird part of me is my hands
and feet. Size 12  and very long fingers. i got a pretty big peter too,,
judging by the view in the locker room that is, and by the few I'm seen in
real life. I'm not huge but I'm on the upper end of normal.

My favorite spot on the river has a semi group of regulars, mostly from
College they are usually drinking beers and having fun, guys and girls.
There's always some pot to be smoked up in the group. I would smoke some of
the weed, but really want to keen on beers in public.

I was hanging out on a sunny rock talking to this guy in Pre-Law that I've
talked to before. He gets wicked good pot and is pretty cool to talk too.
We were talking about baseball and the girl several rocks away wearing the
just a bit to small bikini and was on the verge of spilling out. Or at
least we were hoping something would spill out.

I heard a deep throaty rumble coming down the road and we both turned to
look and stared at this bright red Corvette that was slow crawling down the
road and growling as it passes by. I wanted it! It was so cool. Over the
next period of time it passed by several times and then the guy parked it
in a grassy spot and got out. Lets just say the car was more impressive
than the driver.

The guy took off his shirt and shoes and walked to the rocks. One of the
pre-law guys buddies rock walked over to him and whispered something to
him. After he left  pre-law said the guy in the vette is a narc. Pre-law
said he's gonna wander around trying to buy some weed then as folks leave
the cops will pounce on them.  Sure enough was we sat and talked the vette
guy did exactly that. Moved from group to group easy relaxed and
comfortable. He was in his late 20's it seemed to me but might have been
older. As he moved in our direction I eased off the rock and swam out into
the river. I didn't want to talk to him at all.

I floated down river a bit and then found a new rock to sit upon. He spent
some time talking to pre-law and then went swimming. I got tied up talking
to a group of kids I know from school and we were the younger crowd
isolated from the college crowd and vette guy was off my radar now. I
didn't think of him again till I heard the car start up and drive off.

I left the river and on my way home I saw the red vette two more times.
Once parked at the shopping center across the bridge and then again on
Patterson Ave, it passed by me. I wasn't very aware of the "Police".

Several days later I was at the baseball field watching the bathroom
looking for something fun to get into! I had learned that hanging out by
the big oak trees was far enough away to be not noticed but close enough to
see what was happening and allowed me to walk up the other side to engage a
possible playmate.

I heard the throaty rumble before I saw the Red Vette. I watched the car
pull up outside the fence. The driver sat a few minutes and then got out
wearing a polo shirt and shorts. He walked directly to the men's room, like
he had to go. I leaned back against the tree and decided to observe. I had
seen a older guy go in a few minutes earlier and new the older guy wanted
to suck. He just was weird, I avoided him.  Now if this guy in the Vette
was a cop I had to wonder what would happen to the old guy.

Over the next several days  weeks I saw the Red Vette several times, at the
field or just cruising around. I saw it parked at the new townhouses on a
bike ride one day. I had to guess that's where he lived. I ran into a buddy
of mine and said something about the Red Vette. He said oh yea that's Mr.
Wilson. I said you know him? I asked how? He said that he works where his
mom works, is an accountant and just moved here. He had been to his house
for dinner one night so his mom could set him up with his aunt. We got a
good laugh at that one. His aunt was kinda fat and had a big ass mole on
her chin.

Several days later I rode by the park on my bike and the Vette was parked
outside the fence. I stopped and look at the car, there was a pack of
Marlboro cigarettes on the passenger seat . This voice said nice isn't it!
I looked up and there he was Mr. Wilson, at the fence looking at me. I said
yes sir it's awesome! I said is it fast? He said oh yea very very fast. I
said I bet. He said my names Ben, I'm shooting some hoops, wanna join in.

We shot hoops talked he was OK. Was an accountant but played sports in
college but defiantly wasn't a jock. He seemed OK for a grownup. He said he
had to pee and headed for the bathroom and I tagged along to go pee as
well. We stood at the trough and did our business. He looked I looked but
that was all. Just the normal guy peeks. He offered to take me for a ride
in the Vette. I put my bike in the bushes and off we went and brother he
was right. It was crazy fast.

We rode a bit then he dropped me off at the field, said he hoped we could
shoot some hoops again. He drove off and i was busting to tell someone how
fast the car is.

About a week later I ran into him at the Peoples Drug Store and we talked
outside for a couple of minutes. He said sorta off handed that I was
welcome to drop by sometime. I said sure, he got in the vette and put the
window down and said, do you know where I live? I said yea, where but not
what one. He said 7 has a UK mat at the door.

Several days later I was out after dinner and goofing off and rode over his
way. The Vette was parked and I knocked on the door with the UK matt. Ben
came to the door wearing a pair of PJ bottoms, he welcomed me in the place
was kinda messy but not a pig stie as my Grandma would sometimes say. I was
/ am a neat freak cause it gets me in big trouble at home to not be neat.

He's got a huge stereo system with a tape deck and reel to reel and a huge
color TV. There were several Playboy magazines and Penthouse magazines on
the coffee table. He said grab a seat want a beer then he said how about a
coke. I said yes to the coke. I was wearing a mesh top and cut off jeans,
no shoes or underwear, I was planning on going by the bathroom hoping to
get my dick sucked.

He gave me a coke and he had a beer. I said that's a killer stereo system.
He said yea the neighbors hate it when I get it fired up. I said I bet.  We
talked about baseball , sports living in Richmond. I mentioned that I first
saw him at the River a few weeks back. I said that the college guys have
him pegged as a "narc" .

He said well that explains things, I was hanging out there trying to meet
folks. He caught me looking at the magazines as we talked and said you can
look at them but I would prefer you didn't tell folks that I'm letting you
look at porn magazines at my place. He said I'm not the best housekeeper. I
laughed at that one. I said I'm a neat freak, have to be or I get grounded.

He said I'll pay you to clean up for me. said how much and what do you want
me to do.  So for $20 bucks a week I cleaned up washed clothes and kept his
place up. I decided not to not tell my Grandparents about this part time
job. They just ask to many questions.

The first couple of times I went over he was there and was pretty much in
the way. I said on a Saturday visit that it would be easier for me if he
was away. He gave me a key to the door and said how about you come by in
the afternoon during the week instead.

He showed me how to use the stereo and had a mark on the volume for whats
OK with the neighbors. I came back on Monday afternoon to clean up after
working in the lumber yard. I was kinda hot and sweaty so I just jumped in
his shower and rinsed off. I cleaned up the bathroom and then the bedroom.
I found his bong and stash of weed. I also found a box of super x rated
magazines in the closet along with handcuffs dildo's and assorted toys in a
box.

Each week there would be a 20 and a 5 on the kitchen table and I would take
the 20. School had started and sometimes it would be weeks that I wouldn't
see Ben.

I noticed that he kept up with things better the better I kept the place
up. Honestly it took me an hour or two each week to make that kind of money
I wasn't complaining. He was nice enough when I saw him. He added new books
to the box from time to time. All of them were couples having sex and
honestly I jerked off a bunch of times to them. Sometimes I would go by
just to jerk off to his books. I always got naked in the shower to clean it
and the bathroom. I never smoked his weed, the only reason I found the
books and toys was the box top was off and it was in plain sight. I didn't
open drawers or snoop.

I came over one afternoon to make my extra money and as I stepped out of
the shower there he stood smiling. I grabbed a towel to cover up with and
then put on my pants. He said, damn boy do you always clean the shower
naked? I said honestly I clean the whole place naked hope you don't mind.

He said Thumper, I don't care your doing a great job, oh by the way the
extra five on the table is for you! I said well thanks ! He said I've been
putting it up there for weeks yet you won't take it. I said well Ben we
agreed on $20 and that's all I'm taking. He said well now it's $25 I said
thanks so much, but that's a bunch of money for what I do. He said do you
smoke pot? Plain straight up question. I said yes sir I do sometimes. He
said but you haven't touched mine and I know you found it because you clean
up around it. I said yes sir not mine not for me to take. He said do you
like my other magazines too. I said yes sir as I ducked my head down , I
said I'm sorry for snooping but the box was open and well I'm sorry.

He said no problem help yourself to anything I've got anytime you want. If
you have any questions feel free to ask. He said oh by the way if you want
to clean naked I'm OK with it if your OK with it. It was awkward to be
honest , I had become used to having the place to myself an now it wasn't.

He went to the bedroom and came out with his bong and container of pot. He
packed up a bowl and got a bottle of whiskey out and put a little bit of
whiskey in the bong water. He said your welcome to have some if you want.
He gets a glass and some ice and pours some of the whiskey in the glass and
takes a sip.

He takes a bong hit, then packs it again and offers it to me. I sit next to
him and he says naked please and smiles as he lets the smoke out. I take
off my pants and sit back down naked. I hit the weed and then sit back and
hold it as long as I can. He was right the whiskey does mellow out the
smoke.

He takes another hit and offers me one. I'm gonna end up at home for dinner
stoned, but I take the hit anyway. He goes in the bedroom and comes back
out wearing a leather strap thing with a chrome ring around his cock and
balls. The leather thing goes around his waist over his shoulders it's
kinda weird looking but it's his thing I guess.

He says what do you think? I said it's cool I was hard, my dick was allot
bigger than his but that's not saying he was small but more just normal,
like 6 inches. I said whats up, he said I want to have sex with you, I know
you go in the bathroom and let guys suck your dick from time to time, I
know your OK with guy sex I just hope your good with sex with me. I said
sure what do you want to do?

He said I'm more a dominant kinda guy, I want to restrain you to the bed
if your cool with it. I asked him how. He said come in the bedroom and lets
see what your comfortable with. The closet was open and a drawer on the
file cabinet was open. He said lay back on the bed spread your legs and
arms to the corners. All you have to say is stop and we will stop OK, the
key word here is stop. I said OK.

I laid on the bed and spread out first he took a black leather mask and put
it on my face it blocked out all the light. I wanted to get up and was
curious as to what was going to happen. He fastened my arms down soft
straps on each wrist, he explained what was happening at each move. He then
took and attached each ankle to the bed. He then grabbed my dick and balls
and put a cool device that snapped as he put it on, I felt my balls pull up
and my while it was tight feeling it wasn't uncomfortable. He explained
that it was a cock ring he was putting on me. He played with my feet each
toe got moist and he tickled the soles of my feet. It felt like a feather
and while I'm not ticklish I did jerk away and found that I was unable to
move much.

There was music playing in the background, like cheap porn movie music just
a basic lousy sound track,

I felt a hot wet mouth going down on my peter and it was awesome. Then it
was gone, sometimes a wet slippery finger was placed at my but thole
sometimes it was pushed in sometimes just playing around at the opening.
Sometimes he was off the bed, I could tell that but I could hear him
jerking off that slippery sloppy sound that can only mean jerking off. I
could hear him drinking out of the glass with ice in it. Funny the things
you can figure out when you can't see.

He said I'm going to put something up your butt, I'm going to go slow , it
wasn't a question it was a statement. I felt a blunt push at my butt hole.
It was pulled away then pushed again, more slippery stuff was pushed up my
ass with his fingers then the blunt push. He kept telling me to relax
breath deep.

I felt him get off the bed, then he came back there was a snap and I
inhaled this strong pungent odor and my head spun. He said just breath deep
, it won't hurt you at all, I breathed in again and he continued to press
against my butt. I felt him slide it in deeper with each deep inhale of the
stuff. My head was spinning my body was alive and tingling kinda.

What did happen is that whatever he was pushing in me was very far in right
now. It was all going in right now , and it kept going deeper and deeper.
My own cock was throbbing and leaking out ton's of goo.

He said ,, I don't want you to cum to quickly so let me know if your
getting close,, I said I'm getting close ,, he asked can you cum more than
once, I nodded my head and let it fly as he twisted the huge thing in my
ass. I was gasping and jerking as I shoot off my cum. He was making growls
and groans saying things like good boy, and this is so hot.

He stroked my cock a bit running his hand thru my chest then stroking my
cock. I was a rigid now as I was before I came. The whole idea of being
unable to see was driving me crazy. Between the pot and the wild sex, it
was thrilling!

He clamped something on my nipples, not like it hurt, or not much but it
felt wild, He would turn or slide the big dildo in my ass a little when I
was cooling off a little and it would get me all tingly again. He said to
me matter of factly that he was going to fuck me. That I should call him
sir when he was fucking me and that thanking him for fucking him was in my
best interest.  He didn't sound threatening but it was firm.

More ice tinkling in a glass, more strokes on my cock and balls and twists
of my nipples and the dildo in my ass. Then he took one leg thing off and
pulled my leg up and clipped it to the wrist restraint, then he did the
other one. My feet were close to my hands and my butt was up in the air
with that big dildo in it.

He pulled the dildo out of my butt ever so slowly and when it was gone I
felt very very empty. He took his fingers and spread more slippery stuff up
my butt hole. He pushed his dick up inside me I felt that fullness again,
he pushed hard against me and sorta ground around. I said after a moment
that you sir. He pulled back and started to slow fuck me , again and again
he would stop and I would say thank you sir.

There was that snap again and he put it by my nose and I inhaled and felt
my body tingle again. Now he fucked me ,, grabbing my legs and thrashing
about I kept tell him thank you sir thank you sir. He would fuck in long
strokes and pull all the way out and then jab it back into me time and
again. He kept putting the stuff by my nose and I would inhale it and
groan. My head was spinning my body tingling and I felt it rushing up on me
again. I started to grunt faster and faster, I was pulling hard against the
binds that held me tight.  When my orgasm hit this time he was buried as
deep as he could get inside me, I think honestly that he came first , I
think it was the splash of his hot jism that hit my insides that pushed me
over the top. That's what I think I think anyway.

What I do know is that I about tore the bed apart fighting against my
restraints as the orgasm wracked thru my body. I'm not sure if I blacked
out for a minute or so or just zoned out. I was gasping hard my head was
banging hard and my muscles ached.

Ben pulled his dick out of my butt,, and then stuck his tongue in my butt
hole and licked at it. He stuck his tongue deep inside lapping at his own
jism. It felt great to be honest.

I asked to be unhooked and he stopped and did just that, I laid on the bed
gasping for breath,, my head was pounding. He explained that the poppers
did that but after a few minutes it would pass. He helped me up and we got
in the shower and washed up.

I got dressed and was leaving when Ben shoved some money in my pocket. When
I got home I found an extra couple of twenty's in my pocket. As I lay in
the bed that night I wondered if I was a whore taking money for sex? Or was
it just a gift?

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