Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2011 14:25:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: M Thomas <twilitezone13468@yahoo.com>
Subject: Back home 3

Thanks once again for the comments...I just may get the hang of this yet!


Okay, this is the warning I will always give...If reading about sex between
two men isn't your thing, or is against the law where you live, stop
here. If you are underage, well that goes for you too...and as always
remember that safe sex is the way to go...that said, this is a figment of
my wild imagination ....or is it?? You decide.

You know how it is...once you've found something you enjoy you just have to
have it..well the same was going on with me now. I had tasted the fruit, so
to speak, of having sex with another man..and I wanted more..I'm sure we
all have had this craving...Sure finding that one to be true with is the
thing we want..but it's the finding him that's fun..you know. Well that was
me.

I rode by his house for three straight days now, Tony..but no car in the
driveway...That first day I was sore...or I should say my butt was
sore...his cock had danced inside me, filling me with his manly
essence. But had he been there and wanted me then I would have done it...I
wanted it bad!  How bad?? Well...I had snagged an old well worn handle from
a roller, a wooden one..I had cleaned it well and yes..I was fucking myself
with it..wishing it was Tony...Tony was in his forties...he stood close to
six feet tall, his chest was broad and somewhat hairy...his belly, well he
had this beer belly but he was fit...and just below his belly button there
was this trail of hair that got thicker the farther it went down..until it
melted into his thick pubes...he kept them sort of trimmed, but they still
tickled my nose when I had his wonderful cock in my mouth...his seven inch
love muscle that fit perfect in my mouth, and in my ass..and his
balls..they hung low until he was ready...then those beauties would draw up
and his cock would swell a bit more until his thick cum exploded out...I
had already tasted him twice and I really like his taste..not bitter nor
sweet...mine was tart..I had taken to not leaving a mess in some sock, or
towel...no..I figured I should never waste it..even if it was tart.  Me, I
was just 19 at this time.. a skinny kid of 150 pounds and standing 6 foot
2...My hair was just past my shoulders..my mom always called it 'dirty
blond'.  I had a chest, well somewhat..I had pecs but not big..my nipples I
had found out were a source of pleasure...when the only two men I had been
with played with them I went into a sex craving..I guess you could say it
made me a slut!  My belly was flat..almost a six pack, and a slight trail
into my bush...I had trimmed it to sort of look like Tony...but it looked
funny to me...but it made my cock look bigger, well maybe. I had, and still
have only five and three quarters inches when fully hard (and at the age I
am now it's more like five because it's barely fully hard anymore..hard
yes, but not rock hard as in my youth) and then there's my ass...that
bubble butt you see on running backs or wide receivers...but with my tiny
waist, back then anyways, well both Martin, my first, and Tony..the one I
was missing, found it very desirable to fuck...and I found I liked it!!!

But now, I was wanting Tony to be home..I was doing more looking at work,
oh I saw a bunch but I had learned quickly a quick glance was enough, and
then riding home, passing his empty driveway, I resigned myself to another
night of using my new toy and jacking myself...At least I could taste
myself! But this time, after working past closing to finish stocking and
cleaning..then riding by and seeing it empty..I know I said that before...I
decided I wanted a Coke...and rode to the store at the end of my
street...Yeah, that one. When I called Tony that first time I had done so
at the corner store, thinking I was somewhat safe from prying ears, but
failed to notice the small open window just past the payphone...and the man
that was always there it seemed, well it was his store...was smiling, and
at check out I had seen the window..and knew he knew...and is comment was
always in my head..."I'll have a deposit for you."  Back then all bottles
had a deposit on them...but he was meaning something else..And as I rode
into the parking lot, I knew he was there..and he knew I was there...he was
at the door getting ready to close...it was 11pm..I told you this was a
small town in Texas!!

I should have just left but something besides wanting that Coke made me
pull my bicycle onto the front walk, as he held the door open and told me I
had just made it...and then after the door closed I heard the keys in the
lock...he was closed for business...but not for everything...I made my way
to the cooler, half scared but not really concerned..but I could see his
image in the glass doors, a few feet behind me...and he spoke before I
opened the door...asking me if I wouldn't mind helping him change a light
in the storeroom..I turned and with my newly practiced quick glance, said
sure...Kenneth...the name tag hanging on his shirt, held one hand out
towards a door, and the other towards me and as I past him it trailed on my
lower back...I heard that low moan...

Mr. Ken, as he told me he liked being called, showed me light to be changed
as I took in the sight of him...Shorter than Tony, maybe five foot ten..he
was a heavy man, I wasn't good at weight but I would guess maybe 230...his
belly hung over the top of his pants...but his hands..they caught my
attention...I had felt them on my back, I had seen them a bunch at the
counter..but now I noticed his fingers were thick..and the third finger on
his left hand had a ring...but I was excited. He hadn't mentioned anything,
no, all he had done was smile, and placed his hand on the small of my
back..and I could feel the heat from it..He told me to just hold the step
stool while he climbed it and changed the bulb...No, it was then that I
knew for certain my excitement was well founded!!!

Those baggy pants he was wearing I couldn't really see a bulge, not anytime
before...but now he was standing on the step stool and not only could I
tell, but I could see as well...I guess while I was not paying attention he
had unzipped almost totally...and now his crotch was right there, maybe a
foot away from my face as he was talking now, making it very clear of what
I had only thought..."Interesting, the things you hear people talking about
on that phone..buy stuff they shouldn't...or telling someone what they
enjoyed doing for them...and what they were going to do for them."  Mr. Ken
was making it clear..."Yeah, I guess sometimes it pays to remind people
that if they want something to stay quiet, well they need to pay a
price...Don't you agree?"  I was now looking up at him as I told him I
agreed...then glanced forward, then back up...then leaned forward...

Mr. Ken let out another one of those low moans again as I closed the
gap...and he even reached in to make sure I fully understood...I was now
face to..well I guess a cock has a face...it has a head!!!  And Mr. Ken's
head had about a half inch of loose skin over his head..as his hand reached
for the back of my head a drew me in...  I can tell you now I don't really
care for an uncut cock, but at this time Mr. Ken was the first..and close
to the last I ever sucked...but for now..The flavor of him was something
that made my own cock twitch hard several times...Maybe it was just where I
was...just half a block from home..in the store most all my friends came
to..and there I was, with Mr.Ken's belly hitting my forehead as my mouth
was sucking his cock! No, the taste wasn't good..in fact not good at
all...but the excitement was still an overload to me..and that twitching in
my pants began to feel very wet against my balls..I had just cum in my
pants! Mr. Ken, however was just now getting really hard...as he was
telling me how sweet my "little sweet cock sucking mouth felt on his
fucking cock."  as he was more like fucking my face than me sucking
him..But I moaned a yes to him..that I was his cock sucker at the
moment..But it was short lived..

He pulled me off his cock as my suction was at it's highest..there was a
loud pop as he broke free...He made his way to a chair at a small desk and
sat, dragging me with him..and then telling me as he had a hold of the now
large wet spot on my jeans, that he wanted some of this too...Now this was
sort of new!!  I felt him tugging and shoving as he got my jeans and
underwear down...then leaning in taking me totally in his mouth all at
once...with one hand wrapped around me, pulling me tight..That deep moan he
had made my nuts spasm once again...maybe I was just imagining it but I
know I wasn't inside his mouth even a full minute when my knees almost gave
way..and I would have fell had it not been for his thick finger pushing me
towards his mouth...it was buried to the knuckle inside my ass, hooked in
and pressing my prostrate, milking what ever I had into his mouth...Then in
the next moment I was on my knees..and resuming the job at hand..

His cock solid now was thick, the skin pulled back and showing the mushroom
shaped head of his cock...purple and a long drop leaking from it..."That's
it...suck Mr.Ken off...suck harder you sweet meat..." he was using his
hands now to 'help me' suck him..In a way I was so into it...here I was
almost being made to suck him, but wanting it more..this would be something
that I've enjoyed most of the time since..but then it was all new...and it
seemed the more tried, the more he talked.."Man..You love sucking Mr. Ken,
don't cha...That's it...take it son...make Mr. Ken real happy now....Reach
in there and hold my balls...mmmm.Damn your mouth is so sweet!"  And the
more he talked the harder I tried to please him!!  His balls...Oh man they
felt huge!! I so remember thinking how heavy they felt, as I could feel
them drawing closer..each nut was larger than a walnut!! And when I felt
his cock swell inside my mouth and even feel like it grew longer..I knew he
was there..And he told me so.."That's it cock sucker...here's the reward
for a fine job...you better treat it like gold and not spill a drop of
Mr. Ken's milk...Oh man...such a sweet cocksucker...so much better...yeah
milk me..make sure you got it all...work that shaft."  Man I thought I was
going to fucking drown!! I guess now I know why the say average...well I
really learned it in school but I knew of this example!! It was like he had
not cum in years or something..His cum wasn't spurting as much as it was
flowing out!! Thick, creamy, long hard spurt after spurt...Each one a full
mouthful of tasty cum!! And try as I did I had a line of his cum from the
corner of my mouth and down my shirt...to the large puddle between my
knees..nope , not his cum...mine!!! I was jacking myself..I had to..My cock
was hurting because it was so hard...the way he was talking to me as he
really just fucked my face..just like Tony had fucked my ass, making it
his...Mr. Ken was laying claim to my mouth!!

I sat back on my feet as Mr. Ken stood up...dragging his cock across my
face as he did..smiling down at me..."You,re a fine cock sucker....I think
you and I will be good friends from here on out...Yeah I'm sure gonna enjoy
feeding that mouth....Now go clean up some a grab a Coke...you earned it."
My knees hurt from the concrete floor..and in the harsh bare light in the
cramped bathroom I was looking at my face...my lips red from the suction..a
trail of cum down the left side of my chin..the stain on my shirt..and the
wet spot on my jeans...and the once again half hard cock in my pants!! I
had cum three time in just thirty minutes and I was boning up again from
seeing what I looked like...as I wiped the cum streak toward my mouth and
in..tasting him..the funk still in my nose...He'd teach me about that soon
enough...The door opening..his heavy face appearing to my right..his hands
on my ass as he ground his thickened crotch over my ass..." Yeah...Mr. Ken
thinks he's gonna love getting into this tight ass...and you're gonna love
it..aren't you my little sweet mouthed cunt?  Yeah sluts like you love
it.."  And I found myself pushing back against him..and heard myself
answering back to him yes...whenever he wants it..The phone ringing snapped
us both out of our trance, Mr. Ken's step a bit quicker than before, like
he was a man a bit lighter..like he had taken a load off..well or had one
taken off him!! I grabbed my Coke and was at the door..I heard a few
'dears' thrown in his soft talking..but there was no mistaking his actions
at the door....His hand gripping my ass.."Monday night..closing time...be
ready to give it up." and then he slapped my ass hard as I walked by..and
then the warn Texas night air was in my face..and a large bulge in my damp
pants...And a fresh burp from the long draw on the Coke gave me the taste
of Mr. Ken once again as I walked my bike up the street towards
home...thinking of what I had just done..then of Tony. Could I really enjoy
both?? And what about that funky taste of Mr. Ken's uncut cock?? Did I want
him...one side of my said no..but the other was twitching..almost
winking..yes..you know you want him inside..Monday was three more
days...Maybe Tony would be home tomorrow and he'll make me forget it...yeah
I don't think so..can you believe how much Mr. Ken came?? I bet it was
almost a quarter cup!!!  Think of how hot it would feel...deep inside..Yeah
I'll be there...I climb the stairs to my room..and fall into
bed..happy..hard..hoping TOny would be home...and wondering how Mr. Ken
will feel in here..as I run my finger over my hole as I fall into a deep
and satisfied sleep...dreaming of...more..

Well...I hope I'm getting better..Am I staying on track...is there
something more you want to hear...remember this just might be a figment of
my imagination...or it may be what happened..you tell me..