Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2002 22:5:41 -0700
From: mgleich@earthlink.net
Subject: Jebs New Toy

I hadn't heard from Jeb in about two years. He left a
message to meet him at the bar. Anyone in our circle knows
the bar.  If somebody hadn't taken you, or you were
incredibly lost, you would not find it. It's a drive about
an hour out of town into the hill country to a side road,
then another side road, when you come to a dirt drive, and
that will take you behind a hill and to the bar.
    A cool night wind is blowing. Trucks and Hogs are parked
in front when I pull up. You can hear rock and roll from
inside carried on the wind. No neighbors around these parts
to bother with. Ever. A wood front porch with railing along
the steps leads to the door. Inside, the bar is on the dark
side. Some light here and there but you need to get your
eyes accustomed before trying to find your way around.
Larry's the barkeep, he is near the back when he spots me,
and begins to pour a cold one. Looking around I can see some
new faces. When I see Jeb he has a small crowd around him,
as usual.
Everyone likes Jeb, some like him too much. He has it all,
good looks, charm, and meat. A man's man; coal black thick
hair with gray blue eyes. His milky alabaster skin has a
black strip of hair running from his gut to his groin. Six
four and built solid. Not a gym body, but the kind that
comes from hard play and work. He has a strong soft voice
with a slight drawl. Broad shoulders narrow to a slim waist
and big legs. There is a bulge in his groin area. He likes
his pants loose, but you can see something big moving
around. Jeb has a taste for straight bars when in search of
a new playmate. Guys will start talking with him. Men with
wives and family, they just naturally come over to him. They
listen to his stories and hang on to his words. Before long
they feel like his best friend. That's when Jeb goes to the
men's room. Of course they need to follow, they can't help
but follow and before long they're staring down at his
prick. He holds the thing in a fist about half way down the
shaft. Out from his hand the other half and the head are
hanging down pointing at the pisser. He has to stand back a
bit to give himself enough room. Jeb just stands there
talking that sweet talk to the guy as if nothing was any
different from when they were standing at the bar. Then,
when the time comes, he shakes that dick of his. He moves
his fist up and down and the cock waves the head. He can see
the straight guy watching; any one in the room can see what
the new fag is looking at.  Jeb looks at the guy and knows
he has a cocksucker. That's Jebs thing. Works for him like a
charm. Who would ever know there were so many straight dick
lickers out there?
    The player is turning "Crosby, Stills, and Nash". I hear
this thumping noise, not all the time, but every so often
there is this thump thump. I ask Larry why don't you buy a
new player because the noise it's making. Larry says the
thumping noise is not the player but Jebs new toy. New toy,
yes indeed a new toy. He uses them and loses them. They're
quite a show after he gets them in touch with their inner
homo.
     I walk over to the circle around Jeb. There at his feet
is this naked blond stud. He is young, early twenties, with
a square jaw, and strawberry blond hair with a curl that
hangs on his forehead. He has big green eyes and no hair on
his body to speak of except for some light brown pubes. Nice
big tits with nipples that look like miniature pricks all
perky and pink. His dick is big and straight up. The ball
sack is about an inch off the ground from where he is bent
at the knees. The new toy has his hands resting on his
thighs and cock snot is seeping out of the piss slit and
hanging in globs to the floor. The kid is staring at Jebs
crotch. Not moving, just staring, and Jeb is talking away
about how he won the arm wrestling contest this year. I
start to listen when that thumping noise happens, I look
down, and this kid is making springing movements with his
bent legs. He jumps up a little then down fast. His dick
head thumps the floor on the down stroke as his balls swing
back and forth. Cock juice is smeared all over the floor.
The cocksucker looks up at Jebs face to see if he hears his
plea. Jeb just keeps talking on about how he pulled over
this truckers arm at the county fair.
    The story of the wrestling match at the county fair went
on. About the trucker locked arm and arm with Jeb, beads of
sweat falling from the trucker, when a snapping tearing
noise comes from the truckers arm, a puke color took over
the trucker's face. A white bone was sticking out of his
forearm and blood began spurting on the table. He stayed
that way; arm from the break up bent over touching the table
with a bone ripping from the side of his flesh. The rest of
the arm was still up right from the elbow to the break. The
trucker passed out, and Jeb won the contest, but has to wait
for the fucker to come around in order to get the prize
money. All through the arm wrestling story you can hear the
cock hound banging his prick on the floor.
    Somebody buys Jeb another beer and the attention turns
to dick thumper.
Jeb wants to know if there are two guys in the house that
can beat his fag in a tug of war. Two against one and he is
going to tie the rope to the fag's balls for them to pull
on. "It's only fair that way", says Jeb. "The cocksucker was
a running back in college and likes competing in marathons."
Now Jeb is funny with bets. Everybody knows that Jeb doesn't
bet unless he is sure to win. Jeb says, "people expect me to
win, and I don't want to disappoint them." Two guys who are
long-shore men come over and a wager is made. Somebody gets
a rope that's hanging on the wall. Jeb tells the kid to stay
still and walks around to his back; reaching down he grabs
the kids nuts pulling them up he deftly ties a sailor's
hitch around the balls. He gives the rope a good tug making
sure the knot won't cinch up and cut the nuts off. You can
tell this game has been played before and explains why the
homos nut sack hangs so low. Jeb gets in front of the kid
and leans on the railing of the bar. He pushes his hips out
a bit and starts sweet-talking to his fag. The two
dockworkers take up the slack in the rope. They win the bet
if they can keep Thumper's cock sucking mouth from Jebs
basket. The player just started Neil Young's "Out on the
Weekend".
    The tug of war has been going on for an hour now.
Thumper has his balls pulled behind him and stretched over a
foot between his legs. His cock is still hard and pointing
down. Jiz juice has stopped seeping from the piss slit as
the balls swollen and beet red are pulled tight behind him.
Perspiration forming on the sides of his back trickles into
the trough of his spine and forms a rivulet of sweat flowing
into his ass crack. A puddle has formed below him. He is in
danger of losing his standing from the puddle at his bare
feet. The two dockworkers at first thought of just wearing
the fag out. From the start they had to pull with all their
strength to keep the guys mouth away from Jebs crotch. They
realized that this wasn't going to be as easy as they
thought. Now an hour into the tug of war they began to worry
that this fag was more determined than they thought. Jebs
toy had only one thing in mind, to get his mouth on some
dick. The fuck toy has only one thought ever since Jeb
introduced him to what a whore needs. Sucking dick. For the
cocksucker it was annoying to have these two assholes
holding him back from his prize. All he could think about
was getting to that dick head and worshipping the fuck stick
with his tongue, mouth and throat. Jeb is cooing to the fag.
Telling him how good it's going to feel when he gets his
mouth on the head of his dick. He wants him to deep throat
his dick and feel him swallowing his cock all the way down.
But first he has to mouth the head of his dick through his
jeans. Jeb is a fair man; he never pushed his crotch way
out. Blood was being swelling the cock, and taking shape
inside his pants. The head became visible beneath the fabric
and an outline of the cock was pressing against the cotton.
The dockworkers hanging on the rope were getting tired. They
swore that Jeb gave that cocksucker a drug. Jeb says, "No,
no drugs except for the ones his mind made." The fag is
slipping and falls to the floor on his hands and knees; he
gets up to a crouch with his hands on the floor as if to
tackle someone. The dockworker on the end of the rope has an
idea, and taking the last part of the rope behind him swings
it over like a whip and slaps the stretched balls of the
fag. Thinking that will cramp him and he'll curl up. The fag
leaped instead from the pain and was mouthing his most
precious prize. The two dockworkers were flung off balanced
swearing and hollering to Jeb and his cock whore.
    Thumper was lapping his master's meat. The great cock
was getting hard and Jeb had to grab the kid's hair and pull
him off so he could get his anaconda out of his pants. The
boy just stared in anticipation of his feeding. Saliva was
falling from the corners of his mouth and cock juice was
again flowing from his dick. Jeb reached in and with his
hand firmly around the tube of flesh he pulls it up and out
of his pants. He reaches back in and fishes out his nuts.
There it is, an arch of man meat holding out to the kids
mouth. His pendulous balls hanging down waiting to unload.
The head of the cock is as big as a viper's with a piss slit
dripping sweet clear nectar for his whore. Fuck head opens
his mouth never taking his eyes off Jebs. He is waiting for
the ok to feed. Jeb nods and the cock whore takes his tongue
and gets to work. He reaches out lapping at the slit for
some juice. Wrapping his tongue around the head he swirls at
it and bathes the head with spit. He needs this so he can
start the long decent down. The whore is engulfing the head
glistening and ripe with spit. His jaws begin to separate
and expand and all the while he is looking up into Jebs
eyes, sheer rapture is on the dick lickers face as he takes
Jebs cock. Phlegm is rising in his throat as he plunges down
and then up on the cock. The cocksucker is coating the flesh
tube with his slime. More and more of the great dick is
going into the fag's mouth. You can see the head now halfway
down his throat pushing down then up, an outline of the
crown visible through the whores skin. The fag begins to
lunge on the dick. Forcing more cock down his throat by
pushing with his legs against the floor. His eyes never
leave Jebs.  Now the head is pass his throat and still going
down. Snot is oozing from the fags nose, running down the
sides of his lips, and mixing with the cock juice seeping at
his whore mouth. Jeb grabs the kid by the throat and feels
the head of his dick as it goes passed the throat and back.
He gives a squeeze with his hands wrapped around the kid's
throat as the head goes down to the gullet. Jeb can feel the
cock through the flesh of the whore's neck, and the kids
face turns red then blue as Jeb is fucking the fags face. In
and out with long deep strokes Jeb grinds that cock into his
fags mouth and watches snot squirt out of the nose. The kid
is loosing conscious you can see his eyes glaze over. His
arms go limp and his legs that have kept him up for so long
now are quivering and giving way. The whore starts
swallowing pushing more cock down with his throat muscles,
feeling his gullet sliding off his master's cock and trying
to keep the dick in him as long as he can. Jeb lets go of
his hair as the kid's eyes roll up. He slides off the flesh
tube. His legs give way, and his throat unable to hold on to
the tube of flesh frees itself with a sucking noise of air
into the whore' vacant gut. The great cock springs free and
arches upright over the slut lying in his own cock snot. The
kid starts shooting his wad while passed out; spraying cock
glue on the boots and jeans of the guys standing around
looking at the scene. You can hear Janis Joplin belting the
last line of "Ball and Chain." Jeb tells his whore, "get a
grip, I'm not finished slut." Maybe Jeb's not through but I
need another beer.

Let me know     mgleich@earthlink.net