Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2011 17:20:48 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyemrich1@msn.com>
Subject: Butch Trade 01

The meaning of Butch Trade is; markedly masculine in appearance or manner.

Soccer player. John


Story by Richard Barber
eyeMrich1@msn.com

I'd moved into an apartment near college where I'd planned to continue my
education.  I found a part time job and would attend college during the
week, and work on the week ends .

The apartment wasn't anything special, but was large enough for me, and it
was cheap.  It had a nice size living room, dining area combine, a small
size kitchen, a bathroom and one bedroom.  At one time it had been a motel
and had a small pool.  The other people living here were single students
and working people.

I'd moved here from a small town were my dad boarded horses.  He had some
good people working for him, so I didn't worry about him.

I could have commuted, but thought it was time I went out on my own.  My
dad insisted on paying the rent and utilities, so all I had to do is
study. I only took the week-end job so I could have a small amount of
spending money.

The first day when I was moving a few personal things into the apartment,
one of the men living in the building ask if he could help me.  I only had
a few personal items to move, but welcomed the help.  My apartment was on
the first floor overlooking the patio and the pool so I didn't have to
climb any stairs.

He introduced himself as John and said he lived in the apartment right
above me. He was a rookie ball player for a local hockey team.

He was wearing his bathing suit and an open beach shirt.  He was handsome,
well built and looked like he worked out.  He was very hairy and showed a
nice bulge in his suit.

I was thankful for his help, and invited him in for a beer.  He told me he
had been working out in the small 'work out room' at the end of the
building, and would be happy if we would work out together.  I gave him a
beer and offered him a seat on the couch.

"I guess I don't have to apologize for my messy apartment since I just
moved in. The only room I have made up is my bedroom where I spend most of
my pleasure time."

"Yeah I know what ya mean.  I'm married but my old lady is living with her
mom in Seattle because of her illness, and we're not sure how long that
will be.  Damn I miss having sex, but I promised her I'd be faithful and
not have any women."

I didn't know if I was coming on too aggressively but might as well give it
a try.

"How about having sex with a man? Is that off your radar too?"

He looked at me a bit strange, took another drink on his beer and said.

"Hell.  I've never thought about that." He laughed nervously then look
directly at me.

"Why? Are you into guys?"

"Well yeah.  I've been know to give a great blow job.  Would you like to
check out my talent?"

"You got to be kidding me.  Ya mean you're a cock sucking fag? Are you
propositioning me?"

"Come into my bedroom and I'll show you how serious I am.  You don't have
to do anything but 'lay back and enjoy'.  I've some hot sex DVD's for you
to watch: besides, it's not like you're cheating on your wife.  It just one
of the guys helping you get off.  Come on.  I know you'll enjoy it."

He stood up from the couch showing a big hard on in his swimming suit.

"Gawd. I've never....done anything like this.  You know I'm straight,
right?  I won't have to....do anything to you, do I?"

"No.  You can just be my 'butch trade'. Okay?"

I led John into the bed room, put on a sex DVD, and pulled his swimming
suit off, dropped to my knees to taste his oozing uncut cock.  I ran one
hand over his hairy torso and caressed his low hanging balls in the
other. His crotch was musky from his work out, but smelled and taste so
good.  He let out a sigh and slightly trembled.

 I was afraid he'd cum too quickly so I slowed my movements.  I stuck my
tongue under his lacy foreskin and savored the salty pre-cum that had
developed.  His cock was not huge, but just the right size for deep
throating without gagging.  I went down on him and he gasps again.  I held
his cock in my mouth while tonging his balls.

 His hands were now caressing and pinching his nipples while I sucked and
made love to his hard dick as he stood before me.  I paused only long
enough to lick and kiss his hairy balls. My finger slipped under his balls
to explore the hairy opening of his anus.  The tip of my finger slid into
his warm tender spot.  He sighed again with pleasure.

 I looked up at his handsome face.  His eyes were closed and his head
thrown back into a prayerful look of heavenly bliss.  I continued my
sucking and giving him pleasure when he started to 'fuck face' me
faster. He gripped my head then started talking under his breath.

"You mother-fucker.  Suck my fuckin cock.....  Suck it bitch!....
Yeah.....  Show your man how much you love that cock......  Yeah.  Keep it
up, cocksucker.  Keep sucking my hard fuckin cock.  Oh gawd.  I'm gonna cum
in your slutty mouth. Gonna cum....gonna cum.  Aw shit.  Aw fuck.  Drink my
cum fag! Suck the juice out of my cock.  Awwwww, yeah, awe yeah.  Ohhhhh
gawd."

His knees buckled but he stayed upright.  I continued to lick and savor his
generous load of man juice.  I moved his body around and set him on the bed
to rest.  I kept my mouth over his semi-hard cock and continued to lick and
clean the last of his juices.  I ran my tongue around his sensitive cock
head.  He jumped and gave out a moan.

"All I can say is, 'I needed that!', as if you didn't know.  Man. My wife
never gave me head like that.  Fuck man.  That was unbelievable. I heard
some of the men in the locker room talking about good blow jobs, but never
knew what they were talking about until now.  Damn man.  That was good."

"I told you, you would like it.  Shall we do it again?"  I said as I
continued to suck on John's cock as he lay back on the bed.

"Am I still your cock-sucking bitch?"

"Yeah.  Am I still your butch trade?"

I blew John three times in that session. He returned almost every day for
more of my blow jobs.  His cock was so great to suck.  I added rimming to
our activity, and knew some day I'd get him hot enough to throw him a good
fucking, but for right now, John was just one of my 'Butch Trades'.

Story by Richard Barber, eyeMrich1@msn.com
03/19/10