Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2012 22:55:18 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Nasty Reunion Part 4

Nasty Reunion Part 4

(fictional story)

Saturday afternoon and evening flew by quickly.  We were slammed at
work due to one employee called in sick, another didn't show.  It was
a challenge to keep on top of things as was I leading the shift, so I
formed a strategy and put it into place.  I allowed a couple of low
performers to be in charge of some tasks that normally some of the
more experienced employees did, and it seemed to give them more
confidence as the day went by.  I made sure I praised them for all of
their hard work when the day was done, especially those that were
doing the work of the missing people in addition to their role.  I
even went behind the grill and cooked to allow the two grill guys to
each have their dinner break.  They were shocked as I was their shift
manager.  As we cleaned up and I counted down the safe, it hit me that
I was about to go home to some more great sex with a fucking, sexy
man.

After the place was cleaned and stocked, I locked up and we all left
together.  As I drove home, my cock began to harden on its own.  It
was like a timer had gone off and set up an erection.  I drove into
the garage and clicked the remote to allow the garage door to close.
I stripped out of my uniform and tossed it in the washing machine
there in the garage.  I entered the house carrying my shoes totally
naked.  I heard ambient, electronic music coming from the living room.
 As I entered, it was all dark except for several of mom's candles
burning.   Sal was dozing on the sofa, naked.  As I dropped my shoes
onto the wood floor, his eyes popped open.

"Hey sexy!"  he said with that gorgeous smile.

He got up and walked up to me and wrapped his arms just under my ass
and lifted me up.  Carrying me with my body still in a standing
position, he hauled me to mom and dad's bathroom.   They had a Jacuzzi
that hadn't been used for years, but there it was turned on and
working fine.

"Yeah, it was only a wiring issue.  I fixed it."  He said as he slowly
let me down in front of it.

"Hop in!" he said.  The master bathroom was alit with candles, also.

I slid into the hot bubbling water and it felt great to my tired body.
 He followed me into the water and sat facing me.  Once seated, he
pulled my feet towards his crotch and began to rub my feet underwater.
 His hard cock was right between my feet, too.  He somehow used it
along with his talented hands to massage my feet and toes.  How did he
know how to push all of my buttons and we'd barely known each other as
adults, I wondered.  I began to melt into the rhythm of the water and
nearly dozed off.  Then, I felt him scoot in next to me and sit beside
me.  With a strong arm around my shoulder, he reached over and began
kissing me deeply.  I could have sworn I had been drugged, I felt so
good.  We kissed for a long time, with him alternating kissing my
neck, nibbling on my ear, sucking my tongue hard.  After awhile, he
stood up and managed to pick me up again with his arm under my legs,
the other around me.  I felt weak in his arms as he led us to my
bedroom.

This time, there was soft, instrumental music playing.  He had some
kind of light that projected yellow and green laser dots on the
ceiling like little twinkling stars.  I lay back on the bed while he
got on top of me and we made love again.  The next couple of hours
were filled with simple, but extremely erotic oral sex, massage, and
making out.  After lots of deep French kissing, he pinned my arms back
and got on his knees.   At that point, he had a knee on either side of
my neck, balls hanging over my head.  He slipped a pillow under my
head and moved his crotch up to my face.  He slowly slid his cock into
my mouth.  When I lifted my head to take it, he softly pushed it
down—he was going to feed me his cock himself.

First, the head went in and I sucked it like it was a cow's nipple
offered to its young.  The tightness of my mouth caused his foreskin
to roll back.  I wasn't able to use my hands as they were pressed down
by his.  I could taste the delicious salty pre-cum oozing out of his
piss slit mixed with a little smegma.  After a minute or so, he slid
another inch in.  At that point, my jaws had to expand to take the
girth of his fat cock.  I couldn't move my tongue much at all, but as
more cock slid in, I realized this was going to be a face fuck.  He
cock began to slid deeply in, then almost all the way out.  Just
before it nearly slid out, he'd push it back in again in a teasing
way.  I was turned on by the way he was being dominant and slightly
forceful, but in a sensual way.  When I'd seen guys getting face
fucked in porn videos, you know, the type where the bottom is treated
like shit, I enjoyed watching but didn't want to be the once
receiving.  It was different with Sal.  He was making me take his cock
without me being in control and just let go and went with it.

The slow face-fucking went on for fifteen or twenty minutes before he paused.

"Hey stud, I bet your jaw's starting to ache, let me give you a break."

To give me a break, he pulled his magnificent cock out and rested his
nut sack on my mouth.

"Go ahead, bud, give'em a good lickin' with that long tongue of yours".

I was able to give his low hanging balls a good bath without opening
my jaw too much.  As I licked and licked, I took each one lovingly in
my mouth and sucked it good before alternating back to the other one.
His dick softened just enough for the head of it to rest on the top of
my nose.  Most of the time I'd kept my eyes closed and was just
enjoying the feeling of it all—I enjoyed not knowing what was coming
next.  After he figured my jaws were rested, he began to softly push
his nuts into my mouth.

"Open wide dude, you can take them."

I opened my mouth as wide as possible until they ached again.  He
first forced in the left nut, then the other with his middle finger.
After that, I was able to suck both of them into my mouth and gently
close my mouth around them, teeth just softly pressed against the root
of his sac.

"That's it, suck on those balls, it feels so fucking great."

The whole time I'd been oblivious to my own needs.  My legs were lying
flat on the bed but my cock was pointing to the ceiling.  I didn't
even care that I wasn't getting any reciprocation.  I was enjoying
servicing him while he coached in his gentle, but bossy way.  It was
hard to swallow with a mouth full of bull balls, but I managed to now
and then.  I was able to breath fine through my nose.  With his dick
on my nose just above my nostrils, I could smell the odor my own
saliva mixed with his cock scent.

"You ready for some more cock bro?"

I managed to mumble an affirmation.  I opened wide and he pulled his
nuts out in a single motion.  They bounced on my chin as his cock head
forced its way slowly back into my waiting lips.  By then, my mouth
was used to the invader and as he began fucking my mouth again, he
moved a little faster.  I had been so into the moment when I suddenly
realized that I he was now deep-throating me!  I was taking his entire
cock for the first time down to its base.  I was elated realizing my
accomplishment.  Still with my hands and arms held down, he began to
fuck my mouth faster.  His foreskin had ridden up in my mouth and he
was fucking both my mouth and his skin.  I could smell sweat coming
from him and heard his breath coming faster, ejaculation was imminent.
 His forehead dripped a small droplet of sweat which landed on the
side on my nose.  Seconds later, he was moaning loud and huskily as
his semen shot into my throat.  His cock was so deep I didn't even
feel or taste his cum.  His cock movements came slower until he
stopped.

"Don't get up...I'll take care of you."

With his cock still in my mouth,  I heard him spit into his hands.
Reaching behind himself, he began to jack me off.  My arms were free
from his weight, but I remained in the submissive position.  It was a
strange position for me to be jacked, kind of awkward for him, but he
kept half of his cock in my mouth.  As he jacked me, I sucked the last
remnants of sperm from his dick.  After the cum drool was gone, I
tasted the welcome flavor of warm piss.  He didn't let it go full
stream, but let it out in small spurts.  That was all I needed.  I
started shooting all over his hand and wrist.  He kept jacking me
until I was squirming and asked him to stop.  He released my dick, got
up off me and lay next to me.  He put his cum covered hand and arm
between us and we licked it clean together.  I doubt that he had
completely finished pissing, but he didn't say anything.  I didn't
speak because my jaw was sore as hell from the workout.  We just fell
asleep together like that.

Morning came like a rude bitch.  I had to work the Sunday day shift,
but only until 2pm.  The alarm went off and jolted us both out of our
reverie.  If I hadn't been a shift manager, I would have called in
sick.  I got up and headed to the shower.  He followed me and we took
a short shower together mixed with some kissing.  He farted in the
shower and caused the steamy shower stall to smell like fart
potpourri.

"I'll clean up here," he said.  I kissed him goodbye and headed off to
work after I dressed.

My work shift went by slowly in the morning.  Sunday mornings weren't
busy until after everyone got out from church.  We got slammed at
11:00am, but we had a full staff and it went by quickly after that.
Finally, it was the end of my shift.  After taking a quick food
inventory and counting the safe, I hauled ass out of there.  As I
drove up, I saw that my parents were back sooner than expected.  I
hoped that Sal had covered our tracks.  My parents didn't care if
friends came over, but going in their bedroom was another story.

As I walked in, dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "your note
made your mother cry."

I had no clue what he was talking about.  I walked into the kitchen
with unease and saw a note printed from my computer sitting on the
counter.  It read:

"Mom and dad, you're the greatest parents.  Thanks for all you do.  To
return the favor, I've had your hot tub fixed so you can enjoy the
rest of the weekend in relaxation."

I thought, "Dammit Sal..."

Before I could get mad at him, mom came up and gave me a great big hug.

"I've never left the house and came back with it even cleaner than
when I left...you overdid yourself!"

My face flushed red.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  I
went up to my room to change out of my uniform and heard a "ping"
sound.  I walked over to my PC and cleared the screensaver.  I had an
instant message waiting from Sal.

"Did they like it?" he typed.

I typed back that I had no idea what he did.  After some typing back
and forth, he confessed to scrubbing down all the bathrooms, the
kitchen, vacuuming, etc.  Shit that I only did when I had to, but
never all at once.  I was mad at first, but realizing how good it made
my parents feel, I settled down.  I heard mom and dad laughing in
their bathroom as the hot tub motor turned on.  They sounded like
young lovers flirting.  Needless to say, I didn't see them come out of
their room until early evening.  I made some small chit-chat with dad.
 When he worried about me spending money on fixing the hot tub, I
reminded him that he'd mentioned to Sal that they had one but it
wasn't working.  He let it drop after that.

In the mean time, I went next door and helped Sal move boxes for his
grandmother.  She was already packing.  She would pack the light
things and he'd move the boxes for her.  He had to bring down a ton of
stuff from upstairs due to her walking issues.  She planned to be
ready to move out within a week or two.  Then it would be just Sal
alone in the house.  Within the next two weeks, she had a few garage
sales and got rid of a lot of stuff that she wasn't taking with her
and that Sal would not use himself.  I saw a few different charity
trucks come over and take beds, dressers, miscellaneous boxes, etc.

Sal and I offered to help, but movers were hired to take her things to
her new retirement community apartment.  Once the house was empty, the
work really began for Sal.  Sal worked all week hauling out even more
things like old lighting fixtures, the bathroom sick, demolished
cabinetry.  If I came over to help on a weekday, I'd find him naked
but painting or doing some other work in the buff.  He had a pair of
shorts handy in case dad came by.

Speaking of dad, during the weekends, he and I went to help Sal paint,
sand floors, etc.  Dad was loving every minute of it.  Mom never
allowed him to do such projects at home.  During the week, I'd go in
the evenings and hang out after work.  The two of us were often so
tired that we didn't even have much sex, we just relaxed with beers
and watched TV.   When we did have sex, my schedule didn't allow us to
do too much more than some quick oral sex or making out.  On the
weekends, if dad had stepped out from Sal's while helping out, we'd
trade drinking each others piss from the tap before he returned.  I
wondered if dad ever noticed neither of us ever had to go take a piss.
 We'd play grab-ass, too...sometime with dad's back turned.  I remember
Dad mentioned one evening after dinner that he was glad Sal and I had
struck up a friendship.  He said he was glad I had found a good role
model.  I had overheard it from the hallway and wondered why he had
mentioned the role model part.

Sal had contacted several of his former customers of his other
restaurant who had given him business cards over time...contractors,
landscapers, painters, etc.  He contacted on lady that was an interior
designer and she helped him get a lot of new furniture at a lower
cost.  He was very good with schmoozing with those folks—he was good
at home repair and remodeling, too.  As the final weeks of summer
came, the house began to really take shape.  The exterior of the house
stayed much the same, but was repainted, drains were replaced, etc.
New plants were put in the yard and a new flower bed was put out
front.  The backyard wasn't touched too much because his nana had
taken great care of the plants back there.  He had to replace a some
rotten slats in the fence, though.

The real transformation happened on the inside.  The old wooden floors
later glowed with a fantastic sheen.  The old fashioned seventies era
furniture had been replaced with sleek, but warm modern pieces.  The
old tube TV was tossed out and a large flat screen model was put in
its place.  Wallpaper was removed and was replaced by warm colors.
Not everything was new, much of the furniture came from Sal's former
apartment and had been in storage.  New sinks and faucets were placed
in bathrooms.  The kitchen had all new stainless steel appliances with
granite countertops.  It was his place, but even me and dad felt a
sense of accomplishment when it was all done.  When mom came over to
see it she freaked out and was so impressed with dad's work, that she
later let him begin to do home projects for once.

When the final details were done like pillows, wall hangings, etc., he
had a dinner party with his grandmother, me, my parents, and his great
Aunt Jolene.  He cooked a great meal.  Even though he'd been a
restaurant manager, I had no idea he was such a great cook...like a chef
even.  We were all impressed.  I was constantly being amazed at how
talented Sal was with everything he tried.

Dinner was followed by a tour of the house.  Albeit slowly, his
grandmother could make the trip upstairs one slow step at a time.
After her tour was over, she got sentimental and cried over her "baby"
doing such a good job with her old house.  We all had dessert in the
living room with coffee.  I enjoyed being with Sal, but I was getting
a little bored later on as the older folks rambled on.  Finally, his
nana got up to go so that her sister and she could drive back to their
apartment.  Mom and dad got up to go and I told them I was gonna hang
out here a little longer.

"Hey, if gets too late, I'll have him sleep on the couch here so he
doesn't wake you two up." Sal volunteered.

He said it in such a nonchalantly way that it didn't look suspicious.
I was off the next day and I didn't doubt that I'd be spending the
night, good way for him to cover.  Thankfully, soon everyone was out
and it was just the two of us.

"Now for my private house warming party for two!"

He walked over to the light's dimmer switch and lowered the lighting
to half of what it was.  He clicked a remote and the stereo came on
playing music that sounded like a seventies porn movie.  He grinned
his sexy, mischievous grin and chuckled.

"To celebrate the remodeling of my new house and new job, would you
like to top it off with me taking your cherry tonight?"

The bottom fell out of my stomach.  I had told him that I'd been
fucked before, but it wasn't great.  I could barely speak, but
mumbled, "Yes."

"You told me you'd been fucked once by that buddy of yours, but I
don't think he really "fucked" you.  Sounds like he stuck his small
dick in and got off and you got nothing."

The next thing I know as I was somehow stripped and carried upstairs.
I had a major beer buzz.  He lay me down on the new queen sized bed
lovingly and got on top of me to make out.

"Tonight was a celebration for me, Zac, but the rest of the night is
going to be all about YOU."

I couldn't speak, l just nodded.  He let me lay there while he did all
the work.  He stopped kissing me and his lips traveled down to my
Adam's apple where here gently licked and sucked...I got goose bumps.
He nibbled on my ear before his mouth grazed down my nipples.  He
sucked on my nipple hard and got it fully erect. He lapped it with
slow licks and alternated with soft bites from his front teeth.  Just
when it began to hurt, he'd release it to be lovingly licked or sucked
again.  After repeating, he moved to the other nipple and gave it the
same excellent treatment.  He ran his fingers all through my hair
messing up my hair in a playful way.

While his mouth was at work, his hands were all over me, rubbing my
belly, stroking my balls, caressing me wherever he could reach.  He
moved down to my navel and stuck his tongue in—which was ticklish and
I instantly squirmed, but I didn't make him stop.

Next, he took special attention to my unwashed armpits. I had
showered, but didn't use deodorant.  I had definitely sweated some by
that time of night.  He moved my arms out of the way for better
access.  His licks turned into sucking hard on my pits.  He even
chewed on my pit hair...of course, the other pit got the same royal
treatment.  His mouth skipped right past my dick after the pit job was
over, which was good because I wouldn't have lasted long.  He licked
my inner thighs up and down while one hand spread my legs.  His nose
dove into my taint area for a second and he inhaled deeply.

"Mmmmmm." Was all I heard.

He went back to licking, massaging my legs with his hands.  He moved
down further to my feet and started to massage with.  His foot rub was
intermixed with toe sucking.  Now and then, he'd playfully bite the
ball or heels of my feet.  He was able to cram all five of my toes
into his mouth at a time and suck hard.  I could have just done that
all night, but I knew there was another mission at stake.  After my
feet were taken care of, he gently rolled me onto my stomach.  I heard
a bottle open and a lid click, here comes the lube I thought.
Instead, it was regular hand lotion...I could smell the Vaseline
Intensive Care coming out of the bottle.

He poured a generous amount into his hands and straddled my ass.  His
strong and rough hands pressed down hard and began to massage my back.
 He worked my neck and shoulders until I nearly fell asleep again.
His thumbs worked under my shoulder blades and down my spine, just
stopping before my tailbone.  The massage lasted a good twenty minutes
or so.  He was doing a deep tissue massage and I was sure his hands
must have been tiring.  He only stopped when it was time to move
South.

The massage ended with him kissing me down my back starting from the
neck, going down to my crack.  Those rough hands each grabbed one of
my butt cheeks and pulled them apart.  Again, I heard him huffing the
odor of my ass.  I flinched with his mouth connected to my hole.  He
didn't begin with simple licks, but went down on me like a straight
man feasting on a pussy.  His tongue was way up in there at once
priming the way for what was to come.  I could hear him spitting into
it before each tongue drilling began.  My cock was pressed against the
blanket and my belly, I could feel the precum soaking into the fabric
and turning into a cold, wet spot.

After I was eaten out pretty damn good, he then decided to do some
licking.  He started at the ball sac and slowly licked up to the top
of my crack.  After many wonderful swipes up and down, he went back to
tongue fucking me.  In between tongue lunges, I could feel his middle
finger slipping in.  It would go deeper each time and soon became two,
then three.  He did is so subtly that it wasn't the least bit
intrusive.  I could hear him sucking his fingers each time they came
out.

"I want to taste..." I mumbled in my sexual stupor.

His fingers rose up to my nose where he wiped my nostrils with my ass
juice then slid them into my mouth.  There was a slight smell and
taste of shit, but only a hint.  I couldn't remember if I'd shit
earlier that day or not.  After the fingering stopped, I heard another
bottle pop open, and yes, it was the lube.

With two fingers stuck into my hole, he pored a generous amount of
lube into my hole.  I could feel my hole open enough to let it ooze
inside.  The lube was cold and felt good dripping into my ass.  He
twisted his fingers around to get even more lube inside me.  Satisfied
that I was fully lubricated, he stood up and rolled me onto my back
and pulled my ass flush with the edge of the bed.

He poured several ounces of lube onto his cock...into his foreskin, over
his dick up to the pubes.

"I want you to stop me if it hurts too bad." He said.

Now I'd had things up my ass, brush handles, my fingers, Jimmy's small
dick, and lately larger things like the end of a fat flashlight, then
end of a thin bottle of shampoo...but never a monster dick like Sal's.
But all of that can't compare to an actual penis.  A real dick is
going to move on its own and you can't control it the same way.  With
my legs pulled to me and spread open, Sal pulled back his foreskin and
nudged his dick head inside.  It didn't hurt at first, but as he
pushed more of his dick inside, my hole was on fire.  He stayed still
until I told him to go in some more.  He pushed and it felt like
someone stuff a fucking eggplant up my butthole.  I winced and my eyes
watered.

I tried to relax my hole.  When I thought I was ready, I told him to
push more in.

He chuckled.  "It's all the way in bro."

With that said, he began to jack my penis.  It had gone soft while I
was being mounted.  As it grew back to life in his hand, he bent over
and kissed me deeply.  He stopped jacking me as he began to fuck me
slowly.  It still burned like hell, but what I began to get off on was
the pressure.  I loved the pressure of something huge in my ass.  The
pain never totally went away, but I got used to it and enjoyed the
sensation of that pain mixed with the pleasure of him jacking me off,
sucking my tits, kissing me.  He kept spitting on my cock and jacking
it slowly with an iron grip on it.  The suction of his hand and the
pressure in my ass worked together to make me start shooting one of
the most massive loads and intense orgasms of my life to that point.

"Oh yeah stud, shoot that jizz" he coached.

He gripped onto my arms hard and his face was contorted, he was
cumming too.  He groaned so loud I was afraid someone outside was
going to hear it.  I could feel the slight spasm of his dick shooting
and filling me up.  He had sweat dripping off of him when he was done.
 He fell over on me and got his breath back after a couple of minutes.

I started laughing uncontrollably.  He asked me what was wrong and I
finally got it out.

"Dude, my hole is FIRE and it's leaking!"

In a flash, his face was between my legs gently licking my sore hole.
His tongue made me tingle.  Without any control on my part, a loud wet
fart exploded from my hole.

"Oh yeah baby...mmm mmm (slurp) ummm."

I'd apparently farted out some cum and he was sucking it of my hole.
After he was satisfied that he got it all, he lay next to me and we
just hugged.

"Sal, now THAT was a fuck!"

We laughed again and I rolled onto his damp body and stayed there
until I fell asleep.

To be continued...comments welcome