Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 23:25:49 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Nasty And Naked pt 4

Not intended for readers under 18!

Part 4

I went over to Rocky's place a couple of weeks later but it was
raining that night.  We watched some movies on cable naked until his
parents went to sleep then we went outside and had sex in the rain.
He let me fuck him this time.  He told me I was his first, but he sure
took it like a pro.  I used a condom despite my desire to feel him raw
from the inside.  In fact, I used condoms with everyone except for
with Billy.  As far as I knew, he had protected sex with his other
many partners.

The fall semester in college started and I took five classes plus I
worked full time.  It was hard as hell, but I kept up.  I couldn't let
my parents down by making bad grades since they were footing the bill.
 They just asked me to pay the bills at my grandmother's house and
charged me a very small amount of rent (to make "me understand
responsibility").  Keeping up with school, working, and maintaining
the house kept me with very little time for sex like I had during the
previous spring and summer months.  Some nights when I was studying,
good old' Billy would come by to relieve some of my stress.

I'd given Billy a key to the house so that if he came over and parked
discreetly, he could hop out of his car naked and come through the
side gate and into the backyard to enter my house.  He usually came
unannounced.   I remember one night in particular I was studying in
the kitchen he burst in naked with a fat shit log in his mouth.  Shit
drool was dripping down his chin onto his neck.

"Wand som shid?" he mumbled with a full mouth.

Then he pulled it out exposing a few more inches of the grogan.

"It's still kind of warm!" he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and motioned him over to me.  I was wearing on my
boxers instead of my usual nakedness.  I reached out and he handed it
to me.  I bit off a big chunk and sat back down at the table while I
was chewing.

"Dude, I got so much homework I'll be up all night," I complained as I
swallowed his shit.

"Well how long have you been at it tonight?"

I said, "Since seven."

We looked at the clock and it read half past eleven.

"I think you need a break.  Get naked!"

I slid off my shorts and stayed in my chair.  I was still holding his
shit log while he bent down to give me good head.  While he deep
throated my cock, he massaged my tired feet.  I rammed the shit log
into my mouth and started sucking it like a dick.  It was mild where
he had been sucking on it but the harder nuggets at the outer middle
had a bitter aftertaste.  I bit off the softer chunk that tasted mild
and laid the turd on the kitchen table.  He sucked me and worked my
dick and balls over for almost half an hour until I came.  He
swallowed all of my cum.  After I recovered, he sat in my lap and put
his arm around me playfully.  He still had shit all over his chin and
I had it on my lips.  He gave me a big, long, deep kiss and then
burped loud in my face.

"Dude, you stink," I joked.

I didn't smell any better.  I wiped my hands clean on my boxers after
he hopped off my lap.   I had to get my report done so I could get to
sleep.

"You wanna sleep here?" I asked.  He licked his fingers before going
to the sink to wash his face.

"Sure, thanks!  Oh, and even though that primo turd was a good snack,
I'm starving.  You got anything to eat?"

I rolled my eyes and pointed to the fridge.  He walked over and found
a pot of stew that my mom had sent home with me after my visit there
the day before.  He heated up some stew and then watched some TV in my
bedroom.  However, when I got to bed at one in the morning, he was in
a dead sleep and lightly snoring.  I was glad to have company and
rolled into the covers beside him.  I was lucky that he always showed
up when I was burned out and needed to recharge.

The next morning I got up in a hurry to get to class.  He was still
asleep.  I playfully sat on him to wake him up.

"Dude, I'm going to work.  I need you to clean up your shit literally.
 If one of my parents come over after I am gone it wouldn't look good
to have turds lying around."

He grumbled and said, "Okay, bud."

Lo and behold, my dad did stop by to fix a light switch that had been
acting up.  Luckily, Billy had left the kitchen spotless, a miracle
since he was kind of a slob.  I got home that evening from work very
tired.  I didn't even fuck with stripping on the way home like I had
done all summer.  I just wanted to get home, do my homework, and get
to bed.

As I got out of my car and walked out to the mailbox, a soccer ball
rammed into the back of my leg.

"Oh fuck man, I am sorry!" spoke a voice from behind me.

I turned around to see a tall, slim black guy behind me.  He had a
handsome face and his skin was very dark.  He looked familiar, but I
didn't know from where.  His hair was closely cropped, almost shaved.
He had on a tank top and baggy shorts.  He was wearing tennis shoes
with sweat sox that went up to his calves.  He smiled and held out his
hand for me to shake it.

"I'm Kwame."

His voice seemed to have a slight African accent, but I wasn't sure.
I extended my hand and awkwardly shook his.

"I didn't mean to run you over.  Do you remember me?"

I was clueless.  I thought maybe I had seen him at school or work.

"We used to play ball in your yard."

I thought hard and finally remembered.  When I was a small kid, a
family moved in across the street from my grandparents.  My
grandparents kept me during the summer weekdays when both of my
parents worked.  One summer, there was a kid across the street that
would come over to my grandmother's yard and want to play.  I didn't
understand him at all so we just kind of bounced a ball to each other
or played with toy cars on the driveway.

"Damn, that was you?" I said.

"Oh yeah, I was living with my Aunt and Uncle for a while.  Now, I am
staying here while I go to college.  My parents move back to Africa to
take care of my sick grandfather."

"I'm sorry, but when we were kids, I couldn't understand you.  I hope
you don't think I was a jerk."

He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder and patted it.

"Oh no, I didn't understand you either but I had fun!"

It had been about 14 years or so since I had seen him last...I'd
forgotten all about him.

"Hey, I could use a cold beer," I said.  "Wanna come over and have one?"

I really wanted to get home and relax but I didn't want to be rude.
At least we could chit chat a bit and then I could make an excuse to
call it a day.  He accepted my offer and followed me into my garage.
We walked into the kitchen and I grabbed a six pack and took it to the
backyard with us.  We sat at the picnic table back there.  It was kind
of a warm night, especially for an Autumn night.  He'd brought his
ball with him and sat it next to him in the grass.

"So what happened to you?  I didn't even see you again."

He took a long sip of beer and began telling his story.  His family
moved from Ghana when he was 9 years old and moved here to Texas where
other relatives had moved.  When I met him, his family stayed with his
aunt and uncle for a year, then moved into their own place in another
state.  Next, he completed high school, got his citizenship, and was
now in college.  His parents were still in Africa, possibly
permanently.  I listened to him with interest, but zoned out a little
as I got my alcohol buzz going.  I also checked out his handsome
features.

He had long eyelashes and pretty brown eyes.   In the pale light of
the backyard, his dark skin almost had a purple tint to it.  His body
was fit and slim.  Although his face was not perfect, a combination of
all his features made him striking.  He was a foot taller than me and
very slim.

I told him about that house being my grandparents until they had both
passed away.  I explained that my parents were letting me rent it
while I went to college and worked.  As I talked, he made directly eye
contact and I felt my face flush.  I was getting warmer despite the
cool drinks.

He talked about his recent breakup with a girlfriend, what he was
studying in college, etc.  We talked about my job and how it sucked.
The conversation flowed smoothly and I forgot about trying to make an
excuse to get rid of him.  I was getting the feeling that I was making
a cool, new friend.  Still, despite feeling relaxed, there was no
breeze in the backyard and I was starting to sweat.

"Mind if I..." I asked as I was pulling off my shirt to get comfortable.

"It's your place, man, " he laughed.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna be trashy" I explained.

"No problem, it's not like I haven't seen you nak—"

He had caught himself before he said the word naked.  I was
embarrassed and felt like a dumbass.  I had no idea that anyone had
ever seen our antics in my yard.  I got nervous wondering what this
apparently straight guy would think.

He put his hand over his mouth.  Eventually, a low laugh turned into a
louder one.

"Don't worry man, I don't care!  You guys seem to have a lot of fun."

"You mean you have seen it a lot?"

He laughed and said, "Oh yeah. After the first time, I couldn't
believe my eyes.  I thought you were fucking crazy.  Then, I saw it
again.  You see, sometimes I sit out at night in the bushes and smoke
some weed so my uncle won't bust me.  I thought I was seeing things
until I saw your buddy come over and hop out of his car stark naked
and run to your back yard."

At least he didn't see any of our scat activities.

"Well, sorry about that."

"Dude, I don't care..."  He took a long swig of beer and then looked serious.

"You guys gay?"

I answered without any hesitation, "Yes.  You have a problem with it?"

"Oh no man...not at all, relax."

I don't know why I got so defensive.  Perhaps, it was because he asked
so bluntly.  Then I popped open another can and guzzled half of it
down.  The atmosphere was lightened up again when we both burped loud
ass burps in unison and started cracking up.  I was getting drunk and
not caring.

"Well dude, if you don't care if I'm gay and you don't care if I get
naked, then hey, I'm gonna get naked NOW, "I slurred.

"Go for it man."

I stood up and popped the snap of my docker pants and let them drop to
expose my polka dot boxers.  I kicked them off and pulled off my socks
and shoes.  With no shame, I sat back naked and propped my bare feet
onto the bench.

My mind was reeling after drinking more booze than I normally do in a
single setting.  I noticed him staring at my naked body with a curious
look.  I could swear he was trying to look down over the table at my
penis, which was now sticking straight up.

"You checkin' my cock out bro?" I asked.

Without missing a beat he said, "Yeah, I sort of was..."

"You curious about men's bodies maybe?"

He laughed, "I don't know, something like that."

I stood up and walked over too him.  I grabbed his wrist to motion to
him to stand up.  He stiffened up at first.

"Come on, man, it's hot out here, let's go inside."

He reluctantly stood up and following me...both of us leaving the beer behind.

I led him into the house and to my bedroom.  Inside, the air
conditioner was blasting cool air and it felt great.  The only light
was coming from a nightlight in the master bathroom.  He sat on the
bed as I lay back into the cool sheets, my feet still on the floor.  I
pulled his hands to my body.  Once his hands were on my pecs, I let go
of them.  It was my signal for him to feel anywhere he wanted.

His long, warm fingers moved down my belly and back up again.
Slowly, he began to feel me up.  I truly believed he was touching
another male intimately for the first time...there was an innocence in
his manner of touching me.  Eventually, his hand moved to my rock hard
dick.  He gripped it in his fist and I could feel the blood pulsing
through my shaft.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it all.  Next, I
felt my dick head rubbing against the stubble on his face.  I felt his
breath from his nose...he was sniffing my dick!  His nose slid down the
underside of my dick and inhaled the odor of my balls.

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned.  I reached out and pulled his tank top, trying
to pull it off.  He helped and whisked it off in a flash.  He tossed
it somewhere into the darkness.

"Get naked!" I ordered.

I heard him pulling off his shoes after he stood up to slide his
shorts off.  After he was naked, he scooted up on the bed and pulled
me up with him.  I was still on my back as I felt his face moving up
my torso and into my armpit.  I heard him inhaling again.  "So," I
thought, "this guy is into body scents...awesome."

After he touched me all over and stuck his nose here and there, it was
my turn.  Although I'd had my share of hookups in the year, I had only
been with white men exclusively except for an occasional Hispanic guy.
 I had never been with a black guy.

I got up and stood on the bed over him and lowered myself down over
his waist to straddle it.  My butt was resting just slightly north of
his cock.  I moved backwards a little so I could feel the warm
dickhead on my hole.  He moaned when I did that.  I placed my hands on
his chest and massaged it.  After he folded his arms behind his head,
I slid my hands up over his armpits.  His pit hair was thick and
curly.  I moved to feel his triceps.  Although he was skinny and wiry
looking, up close his muscles were rock hard.

I kept exploring until I had been all over his upper body.  I moved to
his side and moved my head over his crotch.  I too sniffed his dick
and balls.  I could smell a little in his pubes which were the same
texture as his pits.   However, his balls were really gamey.  I lifted
them up and put them in my mouth to see what their flavor was like.
His low hangers were salty tasting.  While sucking his nuts, I pulled
the foreskin down from his hard dick.  I felt something crusty there
on my finger tips and a slightly sour smell wafted into my nostrils.
Another first, this was going to me by first time to experience dick
cheese which I had heard about, but had never seen.

Before I could go down on his cock, he pulled me up to him.  In his
sexy deep voice, he put his lips to my ear and whispered.

"I want know what it's like to kiss another guy!"

Well guys, you know I wasn't about to disappoint him!  I moved on top
of him and pulled his head to mine and laid one on him.  He had
wonderful full lips that made an airtight seal on my own.  My tongue
dove into his sweet mouth and let him have it.  His tongue darted back
and forth until it was a duel of his against mine.  I had to breathe
only through my nose because he wouldn't let go.  We grabbed each
other tightly in a rough make out session and rolled around my bed
bumping things off of the end table and banging against the wall.
After some time later, we broke apart and were both out of breath.

"God damn!" he said.  "Wow!"

"I take it you liked that, huh," I said.

"Oh yeah man, that was nothing close to kissing a chick!"

I was about to move backwards and said, "I bet you will really like
this then."  I wanted to show him how a man could suck a dick.  But he
grabbed me and pulled me back to his face.

"Let's just do this some more."  He began French kissing me again.  It
appeared he wasn't ready for any other male sex besides making out.
He was a great kisser, anyway, so I was content to do just that.  We
rolled around the bed naked and with his legs and arms around me for a
long time.  It was sexy as hell to be tangled up with him like that.

Each time we tried some new kind of touching for him, he acted amazed
and was easily intrigued.  If it wasn't for the intrigue of being with
a formerly straight guy who was messing around for the first time with
another dude, I'd have been bored.  Apparently, there were many body
parts of his that he wasn't used to anyone touching.  I stroked his
ass good but didn't sneak into his crack at all.  I did lick his
"taint" a little which drove him wild.  He also went crazy when I
sucked his toes and licked his pits.  Still, he didn't let me suck his
cock.

Before we knew it, it was after midnight.  He wanted to head back
because of his aunt and uncle.  They didn't care if he went out late,
but they were light sleepers and didn't want to be disturbed when he
came home.  He said he'd had a few confrontations with his uncle after
coming in late before and waking them up.

I turned on the bathroom light and got to see a better view of his
sexy, naked body.  I knew I'd eventually want to have some other sex
with him besides making out, but I didn't want to rush him.  As he
dressed, we kind of played around some more, tweaking nips, grabbing
dicks, and more kissing.

"You ok with this?" I asked.

"Huh? Why?" he wondered.

"Well, it was your first time with a guy.  I hope you don't let it
fuck with your mind...you said you had a girlfriend recently.  Are you
one of those "confused" guys?"

He smiled, "The only confusion I have is wondering why I didn't try
this sooner."

I was hoping he was telling the truth.  We've all heard of stories
where a "straight" guy has sex with a man and then goes and beats him
or some other gay guy up later.  Worse yet, some harm themselves over
the guilt of it all.  I didn't see him at all for a week.  I doubted I
would see him again.

Speaking of no one coming around, Billy hadn't been around for more
than a week.  It turned out he was dating someone he was serious
about.  Whenever he was serious about someone he was dating, we didn't
have sex.  Usually after it fizzled out, he'd turn up at some crazy
hour at my place to tell me about it.  We'd end up relieving his
frustration with sex.

Just over a week later, my doorbell rang one Saturday morning.  I knew
it couldn't be Billy, for he'd just barge in the back door with his
key.  I got up and groggily went to look out of the peephole.  It was
Kwame.  I sleepily opened the door naked and let him in.

As he entered, he slapped my ass playfully.  "I'm heading to the
sports field down by the high school.  You want to kick the ball
around with me?  Maybe we can find a game to join."

I hadn't played any soccer since P.E. class in high school.  I
reluctantly agreed and grabbed a pair of shorts, no shirt.  I slipped
on my Nike's without any socks and washed my face in the sink with
cold water.  He sat patiently in the living room while I got dressed.

"You might need a shirt, it's a little chilly this morning," he said.

Chilly or not, it was a turn-on to go shirtless when I shouldn't, so I
ignored his warning.   We stepped outside and it was indeed cooler
than I expected—a cold front had come through the night before
apparently.  The cool breeze made my nipples erect.  Based on the guys
I'd been with so far, my nips were thick in comparison.  I liked for
people to see them hard and full like little pencil erasers.  As we
walked to the area that we were gonna play ball, I tweaked my nips
several times.  With his back to me, my dick was semi-hard and I was
letting it shamelessly bounce in my shorts.

Once we got to the field, we started kicking the soccer ball around.
There were two goals set up but no one was using the field but us.  We
were playing one on one.  He laughed at how bad I was and was
playfully teasing me.  After a while, it started to get on my nerves
and I began cussing.  I've never been a good sport.  I've never been a
"morning person".

Finally, he stopped harassing me and actually gave me some good,
constructive criticism.  After our break, I was serious about trying
to win our little one on one game.  My performance was much better,
but of course, he beat me.  As noon approached, it got warmer and we
both were sweating.  Despite the morning being cool, the afternoon was
getting hot...typical Texas weather.  I got turned on seeing his body
glisten with sweat.  I wondered how tasty his sweaty ass would be.  My
dick was starting to bounce around in an obvious way again.  I snapped
out of my horny mode when I realized a van of kids and their coach
pulled up.  That was our cue to leave.

We casually made our way off the field and headed back to our street.
I felt invigorated after our exercise.  With my schedule of work and
school, I'd stopped jogging or riding my bike.  This little bit of
exercise felt good.

When we got back to my place, I offered to make us breakfast.

"Damn dude, it's lunchtime, not breakfast," he laughed.

I looked at the clock and he was right.  He then said he really wasn't
hungry because he had a big breakfast before he came over.  I told him
I was eating breakfast anyway.  Speaking of food, he asked if I wanted
to come over to his place at dinner time and meet his aunt and uncle.
I accepted.

It was my first Saturday off in ages.  I ate some scrambled eggs and
went out to do stuff that I'd been putting off.  First, I decided to
mow the front and back yard using my dad's old riding law mower.
Mowing the front yard went quickly, but it was hot.  When I got to the
back yard and out of sight of neighbors, off went the shorts.  I was
mowing naked and had my walkman on jamming to good music.  The
vibration of the motor turned me on, so when I was done, I lay in the
fresh cut grass and decided to jack off.

I spit on my hand and lubed up my cock.  I was feeling nasty and stuck
a dry, rough finger up my butthole.  I dug around until I found a pea
sized nugget.  I wanted more but that's all that was there.  I pulled
it out and popped it into my mouth.  Lying naked in the sun, shit in
my mouth, and the sound of neighbors just on the other side of the
fence all worked together to turn me on and I shot my first load of
the day.   I rubbed my jizz into my belly and pubes and let it dry
there.

After that, I was beat and napped until it was time to go eat at
Kwame's.  I showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a new t-shirt,
no underwear.  I was looking forward to dinner, but mainly to the
chance of messing around with Kwame afterwards if he chose to come
over again.  I really wanted to suck that hot, dark dick.

Dinner was excellent.  Being ignorant of other cultures still, I was
expecting they would cook some exotic African dinner, but we had
lasagna!  Despite being immigrants, they were very Americanized after
being here in the US for many years.  I learned another lesson against
stereotyping by that experience.  His aunt and uncle, though likely
strict as he described, were very laid back with me and both had a
great sense of humor.  After dinner, we went to the living room and
watched some TV with them.  After dark, we excused ourselves and went
outside.

"Why don't you come over and hang out at my place again," I said,
hinting quite obviously.

"Ah, ok."

I didn't have to talk him into it.  We went to my place and sat in the
living room watching a football game.  We started talking about the
team that was playing as we sat side by side.  As I was talking, he
casually slipped his hand around my shoulder.  I kind of began
stuttering because I was thrown off by him making a first move.  I had
planned to get him drunk again and get him into the bedroom like last
time.  However, he was initiating it this time.  He was very
masculine, almost intimidating at times.  I'd never have stereotyped
him as someone who would fool around with another guy.  Of course, I
was still naïve at that age.

Feeling his hand against my neck made my own skin tingle and I started
getting an erection.  I stopped talking and just relaxed, letting
events naturally unfold on their own.  He moved his face towards mine
and started to nibble on my neck and ear.  I fucking loved it! Soon
after, we were making out again.  It wasn't so rough as the last time,
but still as intense.

He moved a little forward and pulled off his shirt.  I did the same.
He reached down to undo my pants.  Just as they were open, my dick
popped out in all its glory.  He slowly stroked it.  He started
jacking it in an awkward way.  The way he was jacking me off didn't do
a lot for me but I supposed he was mimicking the way he jacked his own
dick (which was uncut).

I got an even bigger surprise when he moved down to the floor on his
knees and licked my dick head.  He licked it up and down like a
lollipop, it was quite erotic.  He attempted to put my dick in his
mouth, but did a lot of fumbling.  I flinched when I felt a tooth
graze the side of my shaft.

"I want to suck your dick, but I don't know what I'm doing really."

I told him how to suck and keep his teeth covered with his lips.  I
was gonna show him how but sucking his cock, but he held me in place
when I tried to get up.  After advising him, he started to do suck me
again.  He was doing it pretty good.  My dick is of average length,
six and a half inches, but it's kind of wide (as I was always told by
my previous sex buds).  Despite being a novice, he eventually got into
a rhythm and was making me feel really good.  After half an hour of
dick sucking lessons, I was ready to bust a nut.  I was gonna warn him
about my pending burst of jizz, but it felt so good I just started
shooting in his throat.  He was a good sport, he didn't stop sucking
at all.  In fact, I had to ask him to stop after cumming due to the
sensitivity of my dick afterwards.

After he pulled off, I pulled him up to me and sucked the cum out of
his mouth, what little he didn't swallow already!  I had jacked off
that morning, but my load was huge.  After savoring my cum, I started
to take the rest of my clothes off and he let out a sexy growl and
whistled.

I was flattered and bent my ass backwards at him to see more.  He
squeezed my cheeks and held them against his crotch, which was still
in pants for some reason.  I got him to strip so we were both naked.
I returned the favor and began sucking his long and thick, uncut dick.
 His dick wasn't fat, but must have been just over seven inches.  The
overhang of his foreskin was about an inch past his piss slit.  I
unrolled it and unfortunately it was washed clean.  I was hoping that
same crusty cheese was there that I found there the first time we
played around in the dark.  Regardless, I concentrated on the foreskin
before going down on his pole.

Once I got down on his dick, my goal was to get all of it down my
throat.  It was easier said than done.  Each time I had to come up for
air too soon.  After I got into a rhythm, he started to press down on
my head to keep me on it.  I'd gag each time but managed to keep my
food down.  Pacing myself, I got to where I could swallow more of it
inside of me.  I liked his hand on my head forcing me to take it all.
My blowjob for him didn't last as long as the one I received.  He came
after fifteen minutes of blowing.  I let all the cum fill into my
mouth and then slowly savored it as I swallowed a few ounces at a
time.  It was very thick like tapioca pudding.  I loved it.

We went to the bedroom and made out for an hour or so.  Before it got
really late, he said he needed to get home.  I didn't want him to go.
I stayed in bed and he let himself out.  The bed seemed really empty
after our passionate lovemaking was over.

The weekend passed quickly and my usual routine began again with one
good change over the next few weeks.  Every night around 9pm, Kwame
came over and we had sex.   It was just oral and kissing, massages,
foreplay...but it was so different than my usual public nudity, scat,
piss, and other various kinky sex with internet hookups.  What our sex
lacked in kink, it was very passionate.

Billy was still dating the 18 year old that he had recently hooked up
with and was falling for...but this was after the 19 year old that he
was dating "seriously" had dumped him.  He and I hung out a few times
now and then, but didn't have any sex.  I'd hear about his experiences
in full detail whenever we did talk or meet up.

On the weekends, Kwame and I played soccer in the mornings,
occasionally finding a multiplayer game that we could join in nearby.
I got to be rather good after his coaching.  A game I'd found not too
interesting in the past was beginning to become fun.  He educated me
regarding the different world teams that he was interested in and I
began to follow them, too.  Some evenings, we'd watch American
football together at my place before or while having sex.  I kept
trying to let him let me lick his ass, but he had a complex about it.
He didn't let me even stroke it.  He acted like it wasn't "manly" to
enjoy ass action, yet he liked to fondle my ass crack.  Go figure...

After a couple of months, the Thanksgiving college break came.  He
told me he'd be out of town for a week.   During his absence, I really
missed him.  I was shaving one morning and looked at myself in the
mirror thinking, "Dude, you're falling in love with him!"  After all,
we'd been behaving like two boyfriends.

After that revelation, I was in a good mood all the time.  I had that
"in love" glow (a gal pal told me).  Even without him around, I kept
stayed in the "in love" mode.  I was anticipating the holiday being
over so that I could tell him about my feelings for him.  I emailed
him and told him to come over for dinner the night after his return.
He agreed.  The tone of his email was very positive and happy, which
reinforced the emotions I was feeling.

On the special night, I'd arranged to have the evening off at work.  I
had all my studying done early and cooked a great dinner.  I put out
candles hoping it wasn't too corny.  I also drew up a scalding hot
bubble bath for us for after the dinner.  Hopefully, it would stay
warm until we finished dinner.  I even placed a wine bottle and two
glasses next to the tub.

He was on time and came in acting giddy and excited.  I started
putting dinner on the table so there wasn't a lot of time to talk yet.
 After the food was on the table, we began eating and we made small
talk.  I was getting the nerve up to spill the beans to him.  Before I
could, he turned really serious.

"Greg, I want to tell you something."

My heart stood still.

"I want to thank you for helping me.  I've been in love with Regina
for a long time now and the only thing that was standing in our way
was my confusion.  I didn't know if I wanted to be with a man or woman
more.  Having never been with a man, but always having feelings and a
curiosity about them, I couldn't commit to her.  You let me experience
what it's like to be with a man and I'll always be grateful for our
experiences.  You helped me past a barrier...now having been with both a
man and a woman, I know which one I prefer the most.  We are getting
married."

I was stunned like I'd been hit in the face with a ton of bricks.  I
wanted to run out the room like a queen but fought against showing any
emotion.  My stomach was churning.

"I won't be tempted now that I have gotten this curiosity out of my
system.  Just as I won't fool around with another woman, I won't fool
around with another man again.  I won't be torn anymore."

I wanted to punch him in the face.

"I helped you past a barrier?  What the fuck?" I yelled.

"Please don't feel used or that it meant nothing to me.  I didn't plan
for any of this to happen, it just did".

Sensing that I was quite upset, he didn't speak for a long time.  I
just stood up and started clearing the food.

"Can we still be friends?"

My voice barely came out but I managed to say, "I don't think it will
work out for a gay man to be friends with an engaged man that he's in
love with."

It was his turn to look stunned.  He came over to me and was about to hug me.

"No." I said.  "Let's call it a night, ok?"

He looked hurt and was about to say something but didn't.  He turned
around and walked out.  I turned out the light as he stepped out.
Through the window, I saw him turn around several times as he slowly
made his way back across the street.  Was he pondering coming back?

"Fuck him!" I thought.

I walked back to the table in a daze.  I went to the back door an out
into the darkness—I had to break something to let out my rage.  I
picked up the ax that was next to the firewood and raised it.  Just
before I lowered it into the picnic table, another set of hands
grabbed mine and made me drop the ax.

"What the fuck are you doing boy?" Billy shouted.

I turned around and grabbed him in my arms and started crying like a
girl.  He was speechless and just patted my back.  Oddly enough, he
was totally dressed for once.  My tears soaked the collar of his shirt
and he just sat their silently supporting me.  After I was more
composed, we walked back into the house as he took off his tear
drenched shirt.

He looked at me with his damn cute face and asked me about it all.

"What's the matter bud?  Did someone do something to you?  Were you gay bashed?"

I started mumbling and blurted out the whole story.  The whole time we
stayed in each others arms.  What a great best friend he was, I
thought.  While I was at the end of my story, he told me he had to
piss, so we moved on to the bathroom.  He was taken aback by all of
the candles and the elaborate bubble bath that I had set up for my ill
fated date.  He slipped off his shoes and took off his pants.

Let's not waste all of this.

I laughed and took my clothes off too.  We stepped into the water
which was still nice and warm.

Feeling a little better, I said, "I thought you had to piss."

He smiled.  "I thought you'd never ask."  He stood up and pulled his
dick out just over my head.  Soon, a warm relaxing stream of piss
began to drain into my hair and down my back.  Just as it began to
taper off, I stuck out my tongue to get a good taste of it.  It was
salty and strong.

"You shouldn't wait so long to piss," I said trying to lighten things up.

"Well, I had to spend the night on a long date just to get rejected,
too." He looked sad, but smiled.

"What happened, Billy?

"Well, I've been dating that hot Vietnamese guy all month.  We had a
lot of fun, lots of pretty good sex..."

I said, "But?"

"Well, yesterday and today he was acting all funny and nervous.  After
letting me waste a movie and dinner on him, he finally spit it out.
When I was asleep one night, he nosed through my computer after he
checked his email...well, he found a bunch of pics that I had taken with
that new digital camera...of me eating shit!"

He frowned and sighed.

"He said what he found was disgusting and that he doesn't want to see
me anymore.  Likely, he's gonna tell most everyone that we know in
common."

I put my arm around him in sympathy.

"Man, we won't ever find a long term relationship that will work
unless we find a guy that's a one hundred percent gay kinked up
fuckin' pig!" I lamented.

He began laughing and it became contagious.  He grabbed the bottle of
wine that I'd sat out and popped the cork out.

"Stand up, sexy."

I stood up and let all of the suds and bubbles roll off of me into the water.

"Bend over."

I though I was about to get a nice rim job, but instead, I felt the
rim of the wine bottle go up my ass!

"Hold on, don't move."

I could hear the bottle gurgling as some of the liquid entered my
rectum.  It was cold at first then it kind of burned.  I heard the
bottle clink as he sat it back down on the side of the bathtub.

"Now push it out!"

I pushed like I was taking shit and nothing happened at first.  I felt
his mouth cover my ass and his tongue went in.  His tongue did the
trick and I emptied my wine enema into his mouth.  He turned me around
and kissed me.  I tasted wine in his mouth with a fleck or two of
shit.

"I'm not done yet!"

He got behind me again and put his arms around my waist.  My already
lubed ass let his hard dick slide in with ease.  I felt a warm
sensation in my ass and realized he was pissing again.  He didn't pull
out, but instead began to fuck me.  My hands were on the side of the
tube with my body bent over in a right angle.  He fucked me fast and
hard.  It was just what I needed.  He reached around and was jacking
my dick.  He started moaning as he shot his load inside me.  After he
was done he dropped to his knees and began milking my dick from behind
while he sucked the piss and cum from my oozing butthole.  As I
started coming, I nearly collapsed, but he managed to hold me up.

Once I was totally done cumming, we both slipped back down into the
water which was no longer warm.

"Oh baby, that was good!" he mumbled.

I pulled him out of the tub and we dried off without talking.  We
dragged ourselves to the bed and slid in under the covers.  Despite my
emotional night, I was feeling much better.  I was relaxed and
content.  Like several times before, there we were naked, spooning
just after hot sex.  Although we had been in this situation many times
before, somehow, something felt really different...

TO BE CONTINUED

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