Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 19:18:35 -0500
From: Roy Payne <rjepayne@yahoo.com>
Subject: Murphy's Law #2

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A slow day at work with not a lot to do.  Insurance is like that, feast or
famine with no in between.  My phone rings and the receptionist says, "You
have a call on line one, Mr. Johnson."  I pic up and say, "This is Ron
Johnson." and a voice like honey flowing over rock replies, "Mornin',
Ronnie.  It's Officer Schmidt."

I immediately felt my face flushing and was glad I now have a private
office.  After my last contact with Officer Schmidt, and the glowing
(albeit totally fabricated) report he gave my boss, a number of good things
had taken place at work.  I actually was named "Employee of the Year" (it
helped that I consistently outperformed every other agent in the place) and
given a promotion to Office Manager when the old grouch retired.  The
position came with a nice increase in salary and a private office.  But the
office had a glass wall facing the main room, so I was visible to the
agents working at their desks.

"Good Morning, Officer.  What can I do for you today?", I inquired in what
I hoped was a businesslike tone.  He chuckled, a low rumbling sound that
had the effect of making my cock flex in my pants.  "Oh, I think you know
exactly what you can do for me!" he said.

It had been almost three months since that insane morning when we had met
in that backwoods barn.  And in that time, I'd thought of him so often that
I was horny 95% of the time.  My wife wondered what had gotten into me and
actually complained that I was making her sore like I did when we were
kids.  I bought a bottle of some really slippery lube and she said that
helped a lot.

And when I wasn't bangin' my ol' lady, I was giving my right hand a good
workout.  There were days when I'd have sex before getting out of bed
(those piss hard-ons still come in handy), then I'd jack off on lunch break
in a bathroom or in my car (it was nice weather & I liked to take my lunch
to a nearby park), and then I'd jump on grandma again at bedtime.  I'd gone
from pussy once or twice a week (and happy with that) to ... my life had
become sex-soaked and I couldn't seem to get enough.

"Meet me at the barn for lunch," he said, but I replied, "I don't remember
how to get there."  It never occurred to me to say, "No." or to tell him I
was too busy and couldn't get away.  What was wrong with me?  This is not
who I am ... a puppet with no will of my own, forced to acquiesce to the
desires of a gorgeous young man, unable to resist his commands.  I started
to say, "No, wait a min ..." but he cut me off and said, "I'll be waiting
at the end of the block.  It's my day off and I'm in a red 'Vette.  Flash
your lights when you see me." and he hung up.

What could I do?  I thought about just not going and eating my lunch at my
desk.  But the hard-on in my pants said that I really didn't want to do
that.  Besides, he would likely just come in and ask to speak to me and
then what?  As if in a dream, I found myself getting out of my chair and
taking my suit coat out of the closet.  I folded it over my arm, carrying
it so the obvious bulge in my pants wasn't ... obvious, and headed out into
the lobby.  I told Karen, "I'm going to lunch and I may be a little longer
than usual."  She just smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Johnson." being used to
me needing extra time with a client.

I got in my car and just sat there.  "I can't do this!" I told myself.
"It's wrong and it's not who I am!!" but even as those thoughts ran through
my mind, so did other thoughts ... thoughts of a beautiful naked red-head
... thoughts of his lips on mine ... thoughts of the taste of him, the
smell of him, the feel of him ... and my hand turned the key in the
ignition.

Pulling out onto the road, I immediately saw his car (how could you miss
it?) and flashed my lights.  His turn signal came on as he pulled out in
front of me.  The top was off and I could see his red hair glistening in
the noonday sun.  Without a wave nor any acknowledgement that I was there,
he drove out of town and onto the two-lane highway where we had first met.
I followed him as he turned onto the gravel road and I stayed close behind
when he headed up the overgrown track into the woods.

At the clearing, he parked near the barn and unwound his long legs from the
low-slung car.  And what legs they were!  He was wearing dark brown shorts
and they were shorter than most guys wear them ... about mid-thigh, and
they showed off his hairy, muscular legs to great advantage.  For a shirt,
he wore a faded yellow t-shirt with a tiger insignia.  I don't know if he
had gone to school there or just liked the shirt.  But he looked good
... he looked really good!

He walked up to my car, opened the door and said, "Howdy, handsome.  Have
ya missed me?"  I looked up into his green eyes and thought, "If you only
knew!"  But I had to put a stop to this, so as I was getting out of the car
I was saying, "Look, Officer Schmidt, I only came out here to tell you this
has got to stop."  He held up his hand and said, "First, call me Rusty."
and then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

As I responded to his kiss, my mind was in turmoil.  "Rusty"?!?  He said
his name as if I should recognize it.  But I'd only known one "Rusty" in my
life and that was the red-headed boy my sons used to play with.  And he
would always get angry when they called him "Rusty".  "My name is Russell."
he would say.  He'd let them call him "Russ", but with his red hair,
"Rusty" was inevitable.

When he released me from his powerful embrace, I stepped back and took a
long look at his face.  "Russell?  Is that you?  But your name was Russell
Baker."  He smiled and said, "Jack Baker was my stepdad and he was a total
bastard.  He died my senior year and when I turned 18, I took back my
father's last name and moved in with him up in the City.  And he called me
Rusty, only when he did it, I never minded."

"OK," I said.  "That clears up one issue.  But there are a lot of others, I
don't get."

He threw his arm around my shoulder and began walking us toward the barn.
"Well, ask me.  I'll answer any thing you wanta know."

"The last time we were here, when you kissed me, you said you'd wanted to
do that for a long time.  But we haven't seen each other in ten years, so
what the hell was that supposed to mean, Russ?"

"Rusty," he said.  "I want you to call me Rusty." and he said it almost
like a child would ask for something from his daddy.

"Well, Ronnie ... and I hope you'll let me call you Ronnie?"  I nodded and
he continued, "Since I was about 12, I noticed that I wasn't as interested
in girls as the other guys my age.  My brother and your sons used to all
talk about how sexy certain girls were, but it never mattered to me.  I
could look at a girl and in a detached way, realize that she was pretty or
well-built, but it didn't make me horny.  And when we were all together,
looking at porn and they were talking about big tits and pussies, I was
always looking at the sexy men who were kissing those tits and sticking
their big dicks in those pussies.  So, about seventh grade, I knew I was
gay, but I never let on."

I said, "Yeah, I remember you always had a girlfriend and even double-dated
with my boys."  He laughed and said, "If you only knew!"  I must've looked
puzzled as I asked, "Knew what?"  He replied, "One of your sons lost his
virginity right here in this barn!"  I said, "What?  Which one?  Did you
...?"  He began to laugh and stopped me.  "Hold on, hold on.  First, I'm
not going to tell you which one.  And no, it wasn't with me.  We came here
with two girls and some beer.  The evening ended with me & my girl in this
corner and your boy with his date over there.  All mine would do was kiss
and let me feel her up.  She stroked me a few times but told me I was too
big (I used to hear that a lot from girls).  But after we took the girls
home, your boy said his gal had let him go all the way and that it was his
first time!"

I was dumbfounded.  "So you've been coming here a long time?"  He said,
"You could say that.  I grew up here.  This is all that's left of the
family farm.  After Mr. Baker died, there was a fire ... nobody was hurt,
but Mom moved back to where she was from with my brother.  When she died
last year, she left him a life insurance policy and I got the farm.  So I
decided to move back here."  I was still confused and said, "You live here
... in a barn?"  He laughed again and said, "Oh no.  I built a new house on
the south side of the property."  I thought and then said, "That nice log
home over on 501 Road?"  "Bingo!" he said.

By now we were in the barn and he walked to a stall at the back.  It was
really dark, but as I cautiously followed, he flipped a switch and I saw
dim light coming from the stall.  When I got to the door, the sight took my
breath away.  There was softly glowing rope lighting that had been tucked
behind the edge of the slat walls, but in the dim light, I could see a
red-checked tablecloth (I am not making this up!) spread on the straw.
Next to it was a picnic basket and an old feed bucket with an ice-packed
bottle of wine.

I said, "What's all this?"  He said, "Lunch, of course."  He knelt on the
cloth and said, "Have a seat."  While I was getting comfortable, he began
taking things out of the basket: a box of KFC chicken, a plastic-wrapped
dish of cheese cubes, a cluster of red grapes, an apple and two wine
glasses, which he handed to me.  I held them as he grabbed the bottle and
worked the cork free, pouring the red, bubbling wine into the glasses.  He
replaced the bottle in the bucket, leaned forward for his glass and kissed
me gently.  Then we clinked our glasses together as he said, "To pleasure,
wherever we may find it." and we shared the toast.

He handed me a chicken leg, took one for himself and sat cross-legged
across from me.  He caught me looking up the leg of his shorts at the white
of his jock strap-covered crotch.  Smiling, he said, "I find the jock helps
keep my "friend" from being quite so obvious." and I could understand.  I'm
sure his super-sized cock would make a noticeable bulge in his snug-fitting
uniform pants.

"This is nice.  But again, why did you say you'd wanted to kiss me for a
long time?"  He said, "Oh, it wasn't just the kissing ... it was seeing you
naked, holding you close and having sex with you."

"But Russ ... sorry, Rusty.  I'm old enough to be your father.  And you are
a gorgeous ... how old are you?"  He smiled and said, "30."

"You are a gorgeous thirty year old who could have anyone, woman or man
that you want in your bed.  Why me?"

He said, "The first time we came for a sleepover at your house, you came
upstairs to tell us boys it was time to settle down and get some sleep.  We
were spread out all over the room and you were kinda upset that you had to
get outta bed and you kinda busted into the room.  You only had on white
briefs and I still remember the bulge on the right side, like a thick snake
was laying inside.  You were the first adult man I was ever at all
interested in and I couldn't take my eyes off of you ... your muscular legs
(do you know you have really great thighs?), your flat belly, your hairy
chest.  I was about 12 and I remember thinking I hoped I'd be half as
handsome as you when I grew up."

"Wow!" I said.  "I had no idea."  He continued, "Well, I could be wrong,
but I was pretty sure you were looking at me that night.  I was laying on
top of a blanket right at the top of the stairs and your eyes kept straying
to my groin.  All I had on was a pair of white Jockeys and when I thought I
saw where your eyes were looking, I made my dick move and your eyes got
wide and you just kept looking.  Was I wrong?  Am I wrong, Ronnie?"

I felt awful.  I felt like an old pervert.  Even though I had never acted
on my feelings, he was right.  I remembered that night, looking at him and
thinking what a big bulge he had for his age.  I didn't think of him as a
kid ... to me, he was a young man (he'd always acted more mature than my
sons), but because of his age, I would never have approached him in "that
way".  But I had definitely enjoyed the view ... and I'd been busted!!

He came over and sat beside me and put his arm around me.  "Hey, don't feel
bad," he said.  "You didn't do anything."  I looked up and said, "But if I
hadn't ..."  He said, "Ronnie, you didn't do anything to make me gay, if
that's what you're torturing yourself over."

"I'm so sorry, Russ!" and this time, he didn't correct me.  He just held me
until I got my emotions under control and repeated, "It's not your fault.
It's not anybody's fault.  I'm gay and I'm happy being gay."  I turned and
he smiled at me, kissing me again.  This time, I put my hand behind his
head and pulled him closer to me.  The passion began to build until I said,
"I've gotta get some of these clothes off!"  I stood up and took off my
shirt & tie.  He was still sitting, but he pulled off his t-shirt and then
he stood up.  He took me by the hand and said, "Come with me."  He led me
back to the corner near the front of the barn where we'd had our first
"encounter".

Another flip of a switch and I saw the stall was different.  This time,
there was an inflatable mattress which was totally made up with sheets,
blankets, and pillows ... like a bedroom in the straw.  "Here ya go," he
said, and he passed me the wine bottle.  I took a few swallows and passed
it back to him.  He gulped down a couple of swigs and set it on the floor.
We came together, clutching, kissing, unzipping, nibbling, pulling until in
just a few moments, we were both naked.  I looked down to see our hard
cocks dancing like two swords ... his was Excalibur and mine was Sting and
I laughed at the imagery.  He said, "What's so funny?" and when I told him,
he said, "You do realize you're bigger than 90% of the men on planet earth,
right?"  I said, "Yeah, I know.  And anytime I've been naked around other
men, I've always been proud of myself.  But compared to your big fella,
mine looks like his little brother."  He frowned and said, "Believe me, I
know I'm a freak.  Every man wants a bigger cock, but it ain't easy being
huge."

Now it was my turn to be understanding.  "Hey!  I don't know what kinda
problems your King Kong dong has caused you, but I'm hear to tell you that
I fucking love it ... and I love you fucking me with it!"  At that, he
grabbed my shoulders and pushed me backwards.  I fell onto the bed,
bouncing on the inflatable mattress and before I knew it, he was on top of
me and we began a wrestling match like nothing I've ever experienced!!
Part of the time I was on top, my extra weight giving me an advantage.  But
he was so lithe and strong and energetic, I never really had a chance.

Finally he had me on my stomach, holding my hands behind my back and I felt
the handcuffs on my wrists.  "Damn it, Russell, you don't need those!" I
exploded angrily.  He said, "I know you won't try to get away, but it gets
me hot having a sexy man bound so he can't get away.  You don't really
mind, do you?"  I huffed and grumbled, but in the end I said, "If you like
it that much, fine."  While he had me on my stomach, he knelt down between
my legs and I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart.  Then a warm sensation and
I knew his tongue was on my hole.  "Rusty, it's been hours since I
showered." and all I heard in response was, "mmmmm" as his tongue poked
into my hot ass.  When he came up for air, I heard him fumbling under the
mattress and he pulled out a small white dildo.  "Wait, what're you doing?"
but he didn't answer.  Instead, he pulled a bottle of lube from somewhere,
squirted some on my pucker (oooh, it was cold) and then began to push the
tapered dildo into me.  It wasn't very big ... bigger than one finger,
smaller than two ... and it went in easily.  "Mmmm," I moaned.  "That feels
nice." and then he turned it on.  The vibrations were like wild,
electronically-enhanced sex and I was instantly carried away to a place I'd
dreamed of but never been to.  I whispered, "Oh ... My ... God!!"

As it vibrated, he continued to push and pressing it down, he connected
with my prostate. "Ah ... ah ... ah ... AAAHHHH!"  I heard the sound as if
from far away, barely aware that I was making it.  "Feels good, doesn't
it?" he said, bending down to kiss my ass.  "I knew you'd like it," he
said.  "I bought it just for you."

The vibrations in my ass, the pressure on my prostate, the knowledge that
he had bought this toy just for me ... it was all too much.  "I'm
cumming!!" I cried out, loud enough to scare the pigeons in the rafters and
as they fluttered away, my cum began to pump into the sheets.  He kept
working the dildo, massaging my nub and kneading my ass flesh and the cum
just kept on flowing.  I began to spasm from an ecstasy overload and seeing
my total lack of control, he switched off the vibrator and gently extracted
it.

The only sound was that of my panting as my breathing returned to a normal
rate.  I felt Rusty unlock the cuffs and he began to lightly rub my wrists,
kissing my palms as he did so.  He leaned down and nibbled on my ear,
whispering, "That was so much fun!  I just love watching you get off."  I
said gruffly, "Get off of me."  He rolled to the side, looking hurt.  I got
up and said, "Cuffs."  He handed them to me and I said, "Lay down."  He
rolled onto his stomach but I said, "On your back."  He rolled onto his
back and I cuffed his hands.  "Stay put!" I commanded.  "Yes, sir." he
replied and I won't lie, I liked the sound of that.  I grabbed the shackles
and chains up near the wall and attaching the center one to the cuffs, I
pulled his hands above his head and secured them.  I clamped a cuff on each
ankle and pulled them up so both legs were high in the air leaving Rusty in
a totally exposed, submissive position.  I picked up the bottle of wine and
said, "Open wide."  He opened his mouth and I stood above him, pouring
wine.  Most of it went in and he swallowed quite a bit.  Then I took a
healthy swallow before using the rest to wash off the dildo.

I knelt across his chest and with his arms out of the way and chained, he
couldn't stop me when I sat on his face.  "Eat it!" I commanded him.  "Eat
my ass, boy!" and I sat on his face.  I heard a muffled sound and I raised
up and said, "What was that, boy?"  He said, "Yes sir!"  I laughed and
said, "Damn right!!" and sat back down.

I'll give him credit, he went at my ass like tongue-fucking it was his
mission in life ... like eating me out thoroughly was his raison
d'être.  I began to rock back and forth on his mouth, really getting
into it, moaning and talking dirty to him (something my wife didn't like
but I'd always gotten off on it).  "Oh yeah, boy!  Eat that ass.  Stick
that tongue in my shit-hole, boy!  Get it in there.  Oh yeah, tongue fuck
me, Rusty!  Lick that daddy-ass!" and the more I talked dirty to him, the
bigger and harder his awesome cock got, pulsating in time with his
heartbeat.  It looked live a living creature with a life of its own, it's
single eye peering at me from just inside its foreskin eyelid.

As Rusty continued his amazing rimming of my ass, I reached forward and
took his proud beauty in both of my hands, pulling the foreskin back and
forth, completely exposing the ruby-red head and then totally covering it
until the extra skin hung off the end.  I pumped him up and down a few
times and a large drop of precum oozed out, so I leaned down and licked it
up, savoring the sweet salty flavor.  Then I took his head into my mouth
and swirled my tongue round and round on it as he "mmmmm'd" into my ass.  I
went down further, taking more of him into my mouth and throat, but at the
same time, I was lubing the dildo.

As the last time, getting his monster cock past my tonsils was a challenge,
but I remembered my training and soon felt it pressing its way down into my
throat.  When my nose was resting against his bull-balls, without warning,
I switched on the vibrator and rammed it to the hilt in his wide-open ass.

He roared like a wounded bear and his back arced nearly throwing me off of
his head, but I clamped onto him with my (Now, what did he call them? Oh
yes ...) "really great thighs" and held on.  As he bucked and writhed I
went to work vigorously fucking the dildo into his ass while bobbing my
head up and down the full length of his cock.  It was like giving a blow
job to a rodeo bronc as his body kept rebelling against the invader in his
ass.  The chains were clanking as he yanked and pulled until I wondered if
they'd hold.

"OHHHH!!  AHHHH!!  Oh my God!!  Oh my God!!  OH ... MY ... GOD!!  I'm
CUMMMMING!! and it was a damn good thing we were miles from any other
people because his bellowing was rattling the old tin barn roof!!  The
first blast shot down my throat and into my belly, but then I pulled off
cuz I wanted to watch the show.  His second shot hit me right between the
eyes, splattering my forehead and running down my nose.  Each successive
rope of whiteness painted my torso.  I was aiming his cock like a firehose
as the hot streams of his man milk just kept coming.

And then I remembered the dildo!!  I bent forward, feeling his hard cock
still spewing cum beneath my chest and reached for it ... but couldn't find
it!!  I had let go of it when he started cumming and his ass had sucked it
in!!  As Rusty continued to thrash around, out of his mind with overloaded
prostate stimulation, I gently pushed my finger into his loose, slippery
hole and felt the end of the dildo.  I managed to hang on to it with my
fingernails and was able to pull it out of his clutching rectum.

As soon as it was out, he collapsed motionless onto the bed.  At first, I
thought I'd killed him, but then I saw a pulse in his concave abdomen and
suddenly he gave a great sucking gasp of air and I began to breathe again,
too.  I rushed around and undid all the shackles and the cuffs
(fortunately, he kept the keys hanging on the wall), easing his arms and
legs back down (God, they're heavy!) and crawled up beside him.  Gently
slapping his face, I cried out, "Russ ... Rusty!!  Are you okay, baby?  Are
you okay?"  After an eternity, he gave a huge sigh, opened those wonderful
green eyes and smiled at me.  "Damn!  That was intense!" he said.  Then he
pulled me down for a passionate kissing session which quickly turned into
tickles and giggles.

And then I remembered a still unanswered question.  "Rusty?"  He yawned and
said, "Hmm?"  I said, "Pay attention, boy!" and I pitched his nipple.  He
yelped, but he was alert.  "I still don't understand why you said that
you'd wanted to kiss me for a long time."

He raised up on his elbows to look me in the eye.  "My stepfather was a
terrible man.  I won't go into all the gruesome details, but I never felt a
shred of love or approval from him.  And when I was at your house, seeing
you with your sons ... how much you loved them, the hugs and warmth they
received from you, the fun you had together.  I remember anytime I was
there, you included me like I was one of your own ... you gave me a noogie
once and when Baker did that, I hated it ... hated him.  But when you did
it, it was fun!

"Anyway, I envied your sons cuz they had a dad like you.  I was constantly
trying to finagle my way into being around you ... you're why I joined the
Scouts, cuz you and your boys were in it.  When we went to Scout Camp, I
always tried to hit the showers at the same time you did and a couple of
times I got a quick look at your ass when you were drying off.  And if I
saw you go to the restroom, I had to go, too (but I never got a peek at
your dick, damn it!).  I loved when we all went swimming cuz your hairy
chest was so manly and when we'd have battles in the pool, I always tried
to be the one on top of your shoulders, but rarely got the chance.  And you
had these white trunks that sometimes, when you'd climb out of the pool and
they would cling to your cock and I could see it almost like you were
naked.

"I was drawn to you because you were a great dad.  I liked you because you
treated me (well, all of us boys) with respect, like a friend.  And at some
point, I began to love you.  I'd see you holding your wife when we'd all be
in the family room watching a movie and I'd wish your arm was around me.
I'd see you kissing her and I'd wonder what your full lips would feel like
pressed against mine.  I must've shot so many loads imagining us naked
together and even though, back then I had very little idea what sex was all
about, if you had ever made a move on me, I'd have been willing to do
anything you wanted me to do.

"Of course, I could've put a move on you, but I had no doubt you would have
stopped that before it could have gone anywhere.  And I thought that it
might have put you on guard so you'd act different around me and I didn't
wanta risk it ... and I was really shy back then.  So I 'loved you from
afar' as they say, knowing that's all I would ever have."

"Wow!" I said.  "And I never had a clue.  But surely you're not saying that
you've spent your youth pining after some old guy?"

He laughed and said, "Oh no.  Like I said, I went to live with my Dad in
the City.  Lived with him while I went to college.  First person I ever
came out to was my Dad and he was cool with it.  In fact, he told me that
he has always considered himself bi, but its always been easier for him to
find women who want to have sex with him.  He's a handsome guy, and before
you ask, No we've never had sex."

"I wasn't even wondering," I lied.

"I had a couple of special friends in college, went to the gay bars, hit
the baths a time or two.  But I realized that what I really wanted was an
older man and whenever I thought about what he would be like, your face
came immediately to mind.

"So a few months ago when I pulled you over for speeding and you said
'anything', I could see my fantasies beginning to come true."

I said, "Wow!" again.  "Well, I'm ... overwhelmed, I guess.  I find it hard
to believe that my sons' best friend could find me attractive.  I'm shocked
that I've been enjoying sex with a man ... multiple times.  And a
deep-seated part of me believes this is all wrong."

He laughed and said, "Ronnie, I'm not asking you to get a divorce and move
in with me!  But remember our toast?  To pleasure, wherever we can find it.
That's the way I live my life.  You're not going to be the only guy I'm
fucking, though finding the ones who can handle my King Kong dong (I like
that, by the way!) hasn't been easy.  But maybe we can just have fun now
and then.  I won't push you into anything you really don't want to do and
if you ever don't want to continue our friendship, I'll understand ... or
at least, I'll try to.

"So, this has been a long lunch break and you probably need to get back to
the office."

I winked and said, "Well, being the boss does have its perks." and with
that comment, I leaned down and took his half-hard cock in my mouth,
sucking it in like a spaghetti noodle.  I felt him begin to immediately
stiffen up and when I had him rock hard, he pulled out and said, "Toss me
that lube and get on all fours, cuz if you want a 'perk', then I'm gonna
give you an ass full of perks!!"

"Not without poppers, you're not!", I hollered as I handed him the lube.
He leaned over and pulled out the little brown bottle which he handed to
me, saying, "Don't use it yet." but I protested, "Rusty, I can't handle you
without it!!"  He said, "I know ... just not yet.  Trust me."  So I just
held the little bottle tight in my hand as I felt him inserting the dildo
into my ass again.

But it felt different ... bigger.  I turned my head to see Rusty working at
my ass with both hands.  "What is that?" I asked.  He slowly pulled it out
and I saw a purple ... something.  He held it close to my face and said,
"Touch it."  I did and it was like a cross between jello and rubber and it
looked like a rounded Christmas tree, pointed at the tip and getting larger
as it went down to the base.  Rusty said, "I work the tip in and the
farther in we can get it, the more it will open you up so King Kong won't
hurt so much."

"OK, I'm willing to give it a try.  Just take it slow."  He said, "I will,
baby.  I will." and he started pushing it into me again.  I made it to
about the third section and it began to hurt, so I said, "Easy, babe."  He
stopped and then he laid down under me, took my flaccid cock in his mouth
and began to suck.  Before long, I was hard and feeling pretty damn good,
moaning and rocking my hips.  Rusty took that as a sign and pushed a little
more of the dildo into me which, surprisingly, slid in easily.

"I'm ready, Rusty.  I want your cock in me.  Get that thing outta my ass
and fuck me!"  He wriggled out from under me and said, "Now's the time for
the poppers.  Take a couple of deep draws on the good stuff."  I unscrewed
the cap, held it under my nose and sucked in the pungent aroma, feeling the
now familiar sensation of heat and high.  "Again!" Rusty commanded, and I
pulled another snort up my nose.  Damn!  I was on fire, but before I had
time to think about that, I felt the pressure of something big in my ass.
"Is it going in alright?" I asked.  Rusty laughed and said, "Is it going
in?  Hell, it's all the way in!"  I didn't believe him until I felt his
thighs against my ass!!  Man, between the dildo and the poppers, there was
no pain at all.  Just some pressure and fullness.

"Oh God, Rusty!!  You feel so good inside of me.  Now fuck my tight ol'
ass, baby.  Fuck me like you mean it, Red!!" and as if my encouragement was
all he was waiting for, that kid went after it like he might never get
another piece of ass!!  He pulled out slow and then slammed back in,
literally taking my breath away as his thick ten inches buried itself in my
ass.  And then like he was American Pharoah coming into the final stretch,
that kid began to pound my ass.  He was punch-fucking every thrust and the
slapping noise echoed in the old barn.  His low-hanging XL balls were
swinging against my own, rhythmically tapping them with each plunge of his
cock into my ass.

I can feel the cum coursing, getting ready to move up and out.  I managed
to say between poundings, "unh Rusty ... unh I am ... unh cumming!" and he
gasped out, "Makes two of us, Ronnie!" and he shoved his cock to the
absolute max, grabbing my hips to help pull himself into me.  My cum was
pumping out onto the bedding and his cum was pumping into me as he fell on
top of my back.  I collapsed under his weight and we just laid there for
awhile, catching our breath, letting our racing pulses return to normal.

After awhile, Rusty stood up and held out his hand to me, pulling me to my
shaky feet.  He said, "Here."  and tossed me a container of wet wipes so I
could get the excess cum off my chest and the cummy lube outta my ass.  I
did hafta go back to work, after all, and the manager can't come back from
lunch reeking of sex!

Rusty stepped up close to me, took a clean wipe and dabbed at my cheek.
"You missed a spot." he said with a wink.  I replied, "Wow!  I don't
usually shoot cum like that,".  He said, "You had extra incentive."  I
laughed and said, "Yeah ... a fat, ten inch long, rock-hard incentive!"  He
pulled me in for a parting kiss which lasted a lot longer than I expected,
his hands patting my well-used ass.  "I have always loved your ass, but I
never dreamed I'd ever get in it.  Well, okay ... I did dream about it
... wet dreams ... but I never really thought it could happen.  Thank you
for letting me."

What do you say at such a moment?  How do you reply to such tenderness and
honesty.  "Rusty, I never wanted this and I had never dreamed about it.
But now that it has happened, I can't dream of anything else.  I can hardly
think of anything else.  I don't know what the future holds, but I know
this.  I do want to keep seeing you ... if that's what you want."

"More than anything," he replied with a peck.  "Now we'd best get dressed
and get your 'perk-filled' little butt back to work!"

Let's just say that my lunch break lasted a lot longer than I ever imagined
it would and I was walking bowlegged by the time I got back to the agency!!
But you'll here no complaints from my end ... no matter how much my "end"
was hurting!!