Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2009 06:42:11 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: MORE OF... REDHEADED TOBY, HIS PEE, AND ME   by Donny Mumford

	       MORE OF... REDHEADED TOBY, HIS PEE, and   ME

			    by  Donny   Mumford

Toby Hobbs and me have only had gay sex together two times so far but I'm
confident there's gonna be more, and the sooner the better.  He told me
he's always liked me, which I kinda already knew; plus, since he doesn't
have a girlfriend at the moment I'm his primary sexual outlet.  It's cool
to finally be a participating member of the gay lifestyle, sexually
speaking. In my case I need to first accommodate Toby's smoking and pee
fetishes, then the real sex follows that. I don't even mind the pee so much
because it's Toby's, and pee is sterile. As for the smoking, I was a
full-time smoker myself until just last year. Cigarettes have become wicked
expensive and there are more and more "NO SMOKING" areas so it was harder
and harder to find a place to enjoy a cigarette... that's why I quit.  But,
if I need to smoke to satisfy Toby, it's a no-brainer... I'll smoke and
enjoy it too. Mostly I like sucking his big cock, and I absolutely love
having him pound that big hard thing up my ass. I've been back in Lawrence
less than two weeks, but that's plenty of time to hook-up with Toby for
some sex... he scoped-out my gayness my first day back as a matter of
fact. We were friends growing-up years ago although we never did anything
remotely gay back then.  For sure I was plenty fascinated with him but had
no clue why. Figured it out while I lived in Cleveland... discovered I was
gay and I'm guessing I'd been subconsciously hot for Toby. My dad and me
left town before my nuts dropped so at the time I didn't know shit about
sex. It was more a matter of me looking-up to Toby back then, with a bit of
hero worship too I guess. I remember the weird buzzing feeling I'd get in
my belly when we'd wrestle or have any kind of physical contact as
kids... the buzzing was low in my belly, down near my little-boy penis.
While in Cleveland puberty overtook me and my attraction to boys became
obvious although I never did find a boy there who would join with me for a
little gay sex.  There was this one acquaintance that I mentioned earlier,
a redhead like Toby, named Cory.  He wanted to have a sexy encounter with
me but he could never quite pull the trigger even though I told him any
number of times I was willing. Remembering Cory, I made sure to avoid his
mistake when Toby offered to let me suck his cock... I pulled the trigger
and took him up on it.

He's not gay, by the way... Toby.  No, he's a hound dog for twat and tits,
as he puts it, not cock and balls.  When I said he "likes me" I meant as a
friend not anything else.  He's my age...  eighteen, we'll both be going
into twelfth grade at Lawrence High School this Fall where he'll probably
find himself another girlfriend.  A girlfriend for Toby means I'll be on
the bench, so ta speak... I'm a second-choice pinch-hitter except for one
thing. That one thing is this... I'm the only one, boy or girl, that let's
Toby enjoy his full-blown golden shower fetish. Yep, he did it to me a few
days ago... me sitting naked in his bathtub all slippery with his freshly
peed pee.  He gets real excited peeing on me... afterward he fucked me, and
I sucked his cock after that so it was a hot ole' time for both of us.  I
haven't seen him since the golden shower though. He told me not to pester
him so I hesitate to knock on his door, actually it's taken all my will
power to stay away.  Toby's like a magnet to me and I kinda miss following
him around like I used to do... hell, I'd do it now if he'd let me.  On the
other hand, we both have jobs so it wouldn't be possible even if he didn't
mind... he's a life guard at the YMCA and I'm the carpenter's gofer at my
Uncle Charles' construction site where we're renovating some of the old
abandoned brick textile mills along the Merrimack river... changing them
into condos, upscale shops, restaurants, and that sort of thing.

My dad and I moved back here precisely because of this construction project
and let me tell ya, I couldn't be happier about it.  Gone seven years and
we come back to rent a place on the same street we lived on before, North
Street... this time in an old row home.  We live close enough to the work
site that I can walk home after work, which is what I'm doing right
now. Toby gets out of work an hour after me so I'm gonna get cleaned-up and
then go pester him to fuck me because my will power to stay away is all
used up. It's probably sounding like I'm a slut or a nymphomaniac or
something, but I'm not. Most people that know me think... Hey, that Billy
Sullivan is an awfully good kid... you know, a hard working, conscientious,
regular kid... clean-cut, nice looking, never gets in trouble, smiley and
friendly etc. etc... and that's all true too.  I just happen to also be gay
and have a huge crush on Toby Hobbs, who just happens to be a smoking fool
who likes to piss on me before he fucks me or lets me suck his cock, that's
all there is to it really... we're cool with everything, we're with the
same program as most teens. Hell, Toby's an honor-role student, he just
happens to also be a tad horny and needs his sex... me too; I mean about
the sex, I'm not an honor roll student.

I need to walk home because my dad's workday goes later than mine and he
has the car... no problem though, I'm good with it.  Working for Uncle
Charles' company is kind of fun, no heavy lifting and the carpenters are
easy-going guys, lots of laughs.  I'm one of the few white workers on the
job though so that's a little weird.  Almost everyone is Hispanic which
isn't surprising I guess, sixty-eight percent of Lawrence's seventy-two
thousand residence are either Dominican, Puerto Rican, Hispanics, or
Latinos. They're all good guys and hard workers too, certainly not part of
the thirty-four percent of Lawrence residence living under the poverty
level. Speaking of that, right now I'm walking by some young tough looking
dudes who are busy smoking and cursing and looking angry... probably making
fun of me too but I don't speak the language so I can't be sure, but I'm
thinking that these guys just might be part of that under-the-poverty-level
group.  I'm careful to keep my eyes averted cause I don't need trouble.
Not that anyone's bothered me on my walks so far... I do wish I was a
little tanner, if you know what I mean. Frankly, I think most Hispanic boys
have the sexiest looks...  their complexion is so hot. I'd love to have an
Hispanic or Latino boyfriend and maybe something will develop along those
lines in High School.  For now though, it's redheaded Toby Hobbs who gets
me feeling all squirmy and horny. Actually, I get that way from just saying
his name in my head and the only thing tan about Toby are his freckles. I
don't know, there's just something about Toby that I can't get enough of.

As I'm approaching Bali's Tropical Cafe who should walk out the front door
but the object of my daydreaming... Toby Hobbs, in the flesh... what the
fuck's he doing here?  Naturally he's got a cigarette between his
lips... and, oh no, he's with a girl. God dammit!  A heavy set girl with
her hand on that great ass of his, the very ass I squeezed while I sucked
him off the other day.  Is that what the girls see in him, his ass?  Is
that the mysterious "something" that I see in him too?  I've got both hands
in my pockets playing with myself as I watch him from a block and a half
away. Toby exhales a long stream of cigarette smoke and my dick gets
hard. It reminds me of him smoking a cigarette while fucking me... I can
almost feel his large cock inside me. Ha! that afternoon I was slipping
around in the piss on the bottom of his bathtub, almost cracked my head
open on the side of the tub when he first drove that boner of his up my
ass. My first time getting fucked in a pee lined bathtub... my first time
getting fucked under any circumstances actually.  But, oh my God, cigarette
smoke all around us, Toby relentlessly humping that long boner way up
inside me... it was awesome. Jesus, I'm short of breath just thinking about
us doing that... it was so special for me! OK, now Toby's heading up the
sidewalk away from me and that fat bitch has her hand in his back pocket.
Damn, just look at him... that orange/red burr haircut of his shining in
the sunlight as he swaggers up the sidewalk like he owns the fucking place.
God, his hair is something... when he first gets it cut it's so short
around his ears it appears whitest/blond. That's exactly the way it looked
two weeks ago when I saw him after being away all those years and it looked
exactly that way when I said goodbye to him seven years ago too. I had
tears running down my face that day... Toby had a puzzled expression, both
of us were eleven years old.

He doesn't notice me walking in his direction because that fat cow is
getting all his attention. Then they stop, Toby flicks his cigarette butt
into the street and half turns toward me to cup his hands around a match
lighting another Winston... he's a friggin chain smoker for real. Looking
at his thin, pale, freckled arms makes me smile because he's got this funny
habit of smelling the back of his wrist or rubbing his nose up and down his
forearm... wonder what it smells like, I'd like to do it too... with his
arm I mean, not mine.  And, what a great profile he has... I love his pug
nose and his full sexy lips. Ya know, I dreamed of kissing him two nights
ago, kissing him on those puffy lips and it caused one of those nocturnal
emission thingies, made me climax in my sleep...  ewww, it was messy in bed
when I woke-up. I'm keeping pace with Toby and his hefty companion because
it's fun looking at him.  He starts laughing at something she said and
coughs out swallowed smoke, his teeth are the whitest teeth I've ever
seen...  they're pretty, even with all the smoking he does.  Toby's a
unique looking boy, very attractive as far as I'm concerned.  I'm too far
away to see, but I know he has that pale peach fuzz on his upper lip and
low at each sideburn too... wonder why he doesn't shave it.  His eyebrows
and lashes are almost white, which is a little weird but on him it's OK. He
looks taller than he is because he's so slim... fact is he's only two
inches taller than me... I'm five-foot nine-inches and almost as skinny as
Toby except my arms and legs aren't as thin as his which helps make him
appear taller. Today he's wearing baggy shorts that extend down to his
knees, his oversized T-shirt is tucked inside his underwear so I can see
the waist band and two inches of his blue striped boxer shorts.  His long
hairless legs with hard looking calf muscles are so sexy. And of course his
ass is fabulous... that lardo with him needs to get her hand out of his
back pocket though!

Picking up my pace I'm trying to think if I should catch-up with them.
Maybe it'll piss Toby off if I do.  Fuck it!  I'm catching up, so I jog the
next block and yell, "Yo, Toby... wait up, dude."  He stops immediately to
turn around and with a sexy smirk on his face yells back, "Billy, where the
fuck ya been.  I thought you were coming down to see me."  Well I'll be
damned, I could have gone down after all.  Hustling up to him I say, "I'm
sorry, dude, but I didn't want to be a pest. Ya know what I mean?"  He does
that easy laugh of his and goes, "Oh yeah, I did say something like that,
didn't I." Then looking at the chubby girl he says, "Julia, this is Billy
Sullivan, we grew-up together.  Billy, meet Julia Corona".  We nod at each
other, she's obviously Dominican with that surname and her tan
complexion... the complexion looks much better on boys somehow. I go, "Nice
to meet ya" then just to say something else, I go "Um,Toby... did you get
out of work early today?" He laughs again and says, "It's my day off, I
work Saturdays you know" and we walk, three-across, down the sidewalk with
fat Julia in the middle... she isn't much of a communicator so it's just me
asking Toby questions and him answering them until we get to his shit-box
faded blue Toyota.  "You need a ride, Billy?  I gotta drop Julia off, then
we could hang-out... OK?"  Excitedly I say, "That's da bomb,
Toby... awesome, dude!." He calmly says, in an offhand manner, "Don't call
me dude, alright?".  I mumble, "Um... ah, OK... sorry"... a smile from Toby
and a pat on the back of my head.  Gee, he turns me on like nothing else
ever has... what is it about him?

Toby drives into the center of Lawrence with Julia in the passenger seat
and me in the back.  Pulling up to a large apartment building he says, "I
just thought of something, Julia.  Your Momma home this afternoon?"  She
gets a little excited, like I'd gotten earlier when I thought Toby and me
were gonna do something together. She answers quickly, "No she's not, Toby"
then her head turns toward me slightly and, with far less enthusiasm, she
asks, "But, ah... what we gonna do wit him?" and thrust her thumb in my
direct.  Toby, oblivious to subtle body language, says "Don't worry about
Billy, we're tight... he's cool, he can wait in the kitchen... give him a
coke or something... ha ha". She does a big noisy, exasperated exhale and
says, "Oh, I guess...".  Toby ignores her entirely now, lights another
Winston, inhales a long drag, turns around to exhale the smoke in my
direction and asks, "Ya want a cigarette, Billy?" Thinking it might annoy
Julia I say, "Thanks, Toby..." He rustles the pack out of his side pocket
and passes it to me along with a book of matches. "Come on up to Julia's
place for a few minutes, I gotta... heh heh, help her with something." He
doesn't think for a second I won't do what he says, he's already turned his
attention back to Julia, "Let's go, baby..".  We all pile out of the car.
I get the cigarette going... I'm resigned to taking up smoking full time
again, Toby expects me to.  Following them inside and up three flights of
stairs, all the time wondering if it's OK to smoke inside her
apartment. Toby's apparently going to, so what the fuck. She fumbles a key
out of a purse big enough to be an overnight bag and inside we go... her
apartment's messy and smells funny. Pointing to the kitchen, Toby says to
me, "Wait in there, Billy" and he takes Julia's hand leading her down the
hallway... guess he's been here before. Sitting at the small kitchen table
I'm thinking "Thought he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment.... hmmmm?"
I hear nothing for a couple minutes, then Toby comes down the hall with his
shorts unbuckled and a condom in his hand... he says, "Billy, you got my
fucking cigarettes, man.  What's up with that?  heh heh".  He wasn't mad or
upset, just direct.  I say "I'm sorry" and Toby smiles, mumbling "It's
alright, I'm fucking with ya, that's all".  Then, leaving another smoke for
me, Toby takes the pack with him saying, "Smoke that while you're waiting,
Billy.  Get used to smoking, OK?".  So, I'm sitting in the kitchen smoking
my second cigarette thinking "Toby likes to smoke when he's having
sex... guess it's sexy alright". Then I think "but if he's fucking her,
where's that leave me?"

A minute later Julia comes down the hall wearing only a bra and
panties... whoa, big thighs.  Without saying a word she opens the
refrigerator, pulls out a can of coke and slams it on the kitchen table in
front of me, then back down the hall stomping her feet with each step. I
liked that, Toby was thinking about me.  Twenty minutes later he strolls
down that well travelled hall buckling his belt and whistling. "Let's go
Billy" he says and I'm up immediately, following him down the steps.  He's
in a good mood... neither of us brings up Julia.  "You know what's up,
Billy... you need to buy me a pack of Winstons and a six pack of beer,
that's what's up."  I'm like, "Ah, yeah..." then, as we're exiting the
building I sort of whine like Cory used to do, saying, "but I can't get the
six pack because I can't pass for twenty-one". Toby smells the back of his
wrist, rubs it back and forth against his nose, then sniffs a few times
before pointing at a convenience store across the street, "They'll sell
anybody cigarettes over there and then I'll drive to a place that will
probably sell us some beer. You got the money right?" I go, "Yeah, I
guess..." Toby turns facing me and gently says, "You don't need to buy
anything you don't want to, but it really is only fair that you do. When
we're together we drink beer and we smoke, right?...  one time you buy and
the next time I buy... that's fair isn't it?" I'm like, "Oh, yeah... of
course,Toby. I just thought..." and then I kind of ran out of words and
stopped talking. Toby chuckled easily and mumbles, "You're OK, Billy".  He
pats my cheek, then points to the convenience store again and raises his
eyebrows like... go buy the damn cigarettes!  And that's what I did. He was
waiting in the car smelling the back of his wrist again when I came back
with the Winstons. I'd like to smell his arm too, I know his crotch smells
erotic, an erotic animal-smell I'd say... not offensive at all, like a cat
smells... maybe.

Pulling away from our parking spot a car full of middle-aged woman came
right out of a side street cutting us off.  Toby tooted the horn once and
two of the woman mouthed "Fuck you" and give us the finger.  It pissed me
off but Toby laughed that easy laugh of his and drove on.  He says, "Do you
know how that started... how giving someone the finger began?"  I shrug and
he tells me...  "Prior to the battle of Agincourt in 1415 the French army
were so sure of victory they let it be common knowledge that they were
going to cut off the middle finger of every captured English soldier right
after they win the battle. They were going to do that so in future battles
those men wouldn't be able to "pluck the yew" as it was referred to back
then.  Which, as you probably already know, refers to the English longbow
made from the yew tree which was the weapon of choice in those days. Well,
the fucking French... much to their surprise, lost the battle... the
English won the day and mocked the French by giving them the middle finger
showing that they still had a middle finger and could therefore still pluck
the yew. Due to the vagaries of language "pluck yew" became "fuck you"
which is the version that eventually became adopted as something to say
when you're giving the one finger salute... actually it's redundant, giving
the finger implies fuck you, ya know?".  He told me this in a
conversational voice in between blowing smoke rings.  Finishing that
outlandish tale at the same time he finished his cigarette he flicked the
burning butt out the car window and asked me to light another one for
him... he told me "While driving I always keeps my eyes on the road, ya
know".

I stared at him, my mouth open, not sure what to believe.  After a few
seconds he repeats, "Cigarette, Billy" I was in a trance and hadn't moved,
then he added... "get one for yourself too". Shaking my head to clear it, I
took the pack from him and light two cigarettes while wondering, was that
"pluck yew" suppose to be a joke or does he actually know some obscure
facts about how "giving the finger" originated? Oh, the hell with
it... I'll bet he's telling me the truth, he's real smart. Then, smiling to
myself, I purposely lip the filter of his cigarette with a big wet spit
bubble before passing it to him. He sucks down a drag and blurts out a
laugh saying, "Ewwww, your spit's on my lips... ha ha ha". He passes it
back to me and says, "Put some more on there... you gotta be the sexiest
boy I ever knew".  Holding both smoking cigarette I say, "Really?" I was
excited to hear that. Toby says, "Yeah, really. Hey, do you know Tito
Francona by any chance?  Big kid with a speech impediment..." I took a drag
saturating the filter with spit, passed it to Toby while blowing my exhaled
smoke in a streams at the side of his face, then say, "No, who's he?"  Toby
goes on to tell me about this Tito kid who Toby met at the YMCA pool last
summer. Apparently Tito loved sucking Toby's cock, but he didn't like
getting fucked. One day when Toby was especially horny he wouldn't let Tito
suck his cock unless he agrees to be fucked... well, to make a long story
short, after the fucking Toby couldn't lose Tito. Tito is gum on Toby's
shoe, every time Toby turns around there's Tito asking for Toby to fuck
him... he wants Toby to fuck him morning, noon, and night and...  blab blab
blab. Toby can talk up a storm with one hard-to-believe story after another
when he feels like it, or be quiet for hours at a time, he's perfectly
comfortable with both scenarios.  I like it when he talks though because
then I have a reason to stare at him. He's always smoking so naturally
there's smoke streaming out of his nostrils and mouth as he's
talking... it's sexy somehow. I try to subtly inhale his exhaled smoke,
it's fairly easy to do in the car which is usually inundated with cigarette
smoke, so much so this afternoon that there was smoke coming off the top of
Toby's burr-cut red hair, like it's smoldering. Without thinking about
doing it, my hand reached over and I run my fingers through his hair where
the smoke was drifting up.  Toby calmly says, "Don't do that, Billy"... no
threat in his voice, no irritation, just "don't do that". Of course, now I
want to rub his hair with both my hands or touch him everywhere, suck his
freckled ear into my mouth maybe, or lick the side of his face, anything
and everything... but I know better than to do any of that.

It's only a five minute ride to Toby's house... my house is right up the
street from his but he drove right by it.  I say, "Shouldn't I get cleaned
up first, Toby? I'm straight from work."  He goes, "No, don't bother...
you'll be taking a shower in my bathtub soon enough."  I'm thinking "Hot
shit, we're gonna do it". Toby goes, "Fuck! I forgot to stop for the beer"
and he pulls away from the curb with tires screeching...I didn't think this
old Toyota had it in her. Toby drove us out a ways to parts of Lawrence
I've never been to... people sitting on their porches, loud music playing,
lots of people on the sidewalks.  Then we come to an area with vacant
buildings, some of them burned to the ground, and then a number of run-down
looking blocks with boarded-up store fronts before a slightly better area
appeared...  stores fronts encased in metal grates, but open for
business. A barbershop, a convenience store with two gas pumps in front,
two restaurants and a few cafes and bars... more stores on the next few
blocks too, apartments above the stores.  Toby backs the Toyota into a
small parking space in front of a cafe where three scary-looking,
heavy-set, dark skinned older men sat at a small table drinking from little
white cups... they were all smoking and appeared to be disturbed that Toby
was parking right in front of them, the car's exhaust blowing past
them. Toby jumps out, says "Come on, Billy, I'll bet we can get some
take-out beer in that delicatessen across the street..." As far as I could
tell Toby hadn't even notice the men scowling at us. They were on my side
of the car and when I carefully opened the door it almost grazed the
closest man's knee... he wouldn't move it at all.  Instead he gave me a
hard, unblinking stare as I mumbled, "Excuse me... we're, um... going over
there... ah....".  Toby was walking into the deli by now so I literally ran
across the street almost getting clipped by an old car being driven too
fast by what looked like a twelve year old girl... she laid on the horn for
five seconds making everyone on the street turn and look at me... Jesus!

Inside the deli an old woman looked up as I came through the door... she
was putting a can of something in the pocket of her skirt; stealing it,
while pretending to cough.  She looked challenging at me, I looked
away. Toby says, "Over here, Billy... what kind should we get?"  I'm like,
"I don't care, here's the money" as I press a ten dollar bill in his hand.
He looks at the ten, laughs and says, "Domestic beer it is..." and gets a
six pack of Coors, then slams the glass door of the cooler and a man's
voice says, "Don't break the fucking thing!" I turn and there's this guy
behind the counter staring at us almost as hard as that fat guys across the
street stared at me two minutes ago... not a relaxing deli experience.  The
counter guy's a battered looking Hispanic man in his late forties wearing
jeans and a Pennszoil T-shirt with drippings of some kind decorating the
front, his huge pot belly stretching that Tee to the limit. Shaved head
perhaps to hide the fact that he's fairly bald to begin with, big tattooed
arms, his large fat hands resting on the counter appeared to be holding him
up. He breathed nosily through his nose and stared at us. Toby, holding the
six pack at his side, looking like he was maybe a sixteen years old Huck
Finn smiles absently and asks "You got any Slim Jims?" The man frowned
while silently staring back causing a chill to flash up my back. Toby has
this big smile now and when he got no reply from the counter man he says,
in kind of a mocking way, "Ahh, fuck the Slim Jims, we'll just take the
beer".  After a deadpan expression for another second or two, the guy
behind the counter, in a threatening manner, says "You're in the wrong
store, dipshit... and you need a smack across your fresh-mouth face too, ya
punk gringo." Toby, with a big grin says, in a chatty way, "Oh, be nice..."
and puts the ten dollar bill on the counter only to have the counter man
whisk it on the floor with the back of his hand and say, "Leave the money
where it is, put the beer back, and get the fuck outta here before ya get
hurt... hurt bad".  I'm thinking "Oh fuck!"

A guy behind me says, "Trouble?" and I jump a foot off the ground because
his mouth was an inch from my ear when he said it. The counter guy replies,
"Just a couple of gringo cunts who got lost and need directions out of my
fucking deli..." Turning slowly, I see the guy behind me... he's about
twenty years old, he's my height but much stronger looking than me.  He
also happens to be beautiful. I stare, my mouth open slightly, at his hair
which was recently cut very short, a razored outline accentuating the
coolness of it. The guy has perfect facial features and very white
teeth. He must have just taken a bath because he smelled like soap or
shampoo.  I gawked at him until he says, "Look away, faggot.." which I did
immediately. Toby goes, "Excuse me, do either of you gentleman know Ralph
Hobbs?"  The counter guy's face tightened while the beautiful kid looked
pissed-off, he goes "Who the fucks that?" but the counter guy's waving his
hand at the kid now, saying to him, "Never mind, Ramon" then to Toby he
asks, "Why you wants ta know about Ralph Hobbs?" Oh my God, the happy face
on Toby, you'd think we were with our best pals at a school dance.  He
says, "So you do know him! He's my daddy..". Counter man's eyes get big, he
says, "You're Toby?" Reaching out to shake hands Toby goes, "Yes, nice to
meet ya..." The guy limply shakes Toby's hand once and says, "Ramon, give
the kid that ten dollar bill on the floor"... the sense of urgency in his
voice must have rung a bell with the hard-ass Ramon because all of a sudden
he's looking a tad meeker.  He hands Toby the money, Toby says, "Oh, thank
you so much.  How much is the beer...?"  The counter man mumbles, "Beer's
on me, say hello to your daddy for me. Come see us any time..."  Toby's so
gracious with his thank you, thank you, thank you..."  Me, I'm checking to
see if I peed my pants yet.

Out we go with Toby in one of his cheerful moods asking me, "Smoke?"  I go,
"Abso-fucking-lutely!" My hand was so shaky Toby needed to light my
cigarette for me. Walking across the street smoking I'm now concerned about
the men still sitting there around the table who all appear to be looking
behind us.  I turn to see the counter man leaning against his open door
motioning something to the men. They nod and quietly say to us, "Have a
nice day, boys" as I'm trying to squeeze into the car, barely opening the
door.  Toby hears them and enthusiastically replies, "Thanks, we
will... and you guys have a great day too... beautiful weather, isn't
it?..." They roll their eyes at each other like... what the fuck...? and
Toby pulls out of the parking spot missing the rear fender of the car in
front of us by a hair.  I'm like, "What was that all about?" By way of
explanation Toby goes, "I kinda remember my daddy mentioning that he knew a
Carlos at the Alabama State Correctional Facility some years back and that
this Carlos guy owned a deli here in town some place... I saw the sign,
"Carlos' Deli" one night a couple of weeks ago when I was dropping off
Marie Gongolas, and by the way, she is one wild fuck... oh my God!  Anyway,
seeing that sign, Carlos' Deli, in the center of Lawrence I put one and one
together and came up with dos."

Can I believe this? I'm thinking, he wasn't even sure it was the right
Carlos?! I'm definitely gonna get my dad to buy the fucking beer from now
on... my heart couldn't take another beer run like that. Toby hands me my
ten dollar bill and says, "Your lucky day, Billy... free beer and you still
get to suck my cock!" and then the easy laugh and a playful punch on my
shoulder.  Looking at him, I'm pissed because he could have gotten us
seriously fucked-up back there... then, weirdly, I get the strongest urge
to hug his neck and kiss all over his face.  I did none of those things of
course, but it was fun thinking about doing it.  To break the silence, I
say "Um, did you... you know, fuck Julia this afternoon?" Toby looks over
and says, "Whaddya think, Billy?" His eyes, those green eyes of
his... maybe that's the "something" that the girls and I are attracted to,
hypnotizing. When he looked quickly back to the road I squeezed my dick and
my ass twitched remembering that big salami of Toby's inside me a few days
ago, and I'm thinking "I don't fucking blame that kid Tito... I want Toby
to fuck me morning, noon, and night too." To his question I mumbled, "I
don't know..." and Toby does his soft little laugh and then says, "You're
funny, Billy!  Hey, lets get a Dairy Queen" as he cuts over a lane and
pulls into the Dairy Queen parking lot. I can't keep up with him.

I stood behind Toby in line and, of course, even though there's a "NO
SMOKING, PLEASE" sign right in front of us he has his ubiquitous Winston
fired-up... turning around and exhaling smoke in my face he asks, "Whatcha
gonna get, Billy?" I go, "Small plain white cone" he chuckles and says,
"How'd I guess that's what you'd want...?" and he surprises me then by
running his fingers through my hair and, leaving his hand on my head, he
says, "You have great hair, ya know that?"  Stunned, I nodded dumbly and he
does another soft chuckle as my dick gets hard.  We got our cones without
anyone mentioning the unauthorized cigarette. Toby's cone was a large
chocolate and vanilla swirl ... we sat at a picnic table to eat our treats,
just the two of us. Toby had a cigarette going in one hand and the cone in
the other. I watched his wonderful pink tongue lap up the side of the swirl
and then disappear into his mouth covered with chocolate and vanilla soft
ice cream. He swallowed and took a drag off his smoldering cigarette, all
the time staring at me as I stared back at him, my cone melding and
dripping down my fingers.  Toby passed the cigarette butt to me, nodded his
head that I should take a drag and in slow motion I took the butt and
inhaled a long drag, then passed it back to Toby, the smoke streaming from
my nose and mouth... in my stupor I'd taken too deep of a drag and it gave
me a buzzing, dizzy feeling.  Toby nodded his head slightly, a small smile
on his face... then his pink tongue was on the side of the swirl of soft
ice cream again, I grunted and groped myself... my dick was like a short
metal pipe in my pants. Still we stared into each others eyes, Toby looking
as relaxed and comfortable as if he were dozing off in a hammock... his
shiny green eyes contrasting with his pale complexion and his almost white
eyebrows and lashes. I was breathing in spurts, mesmerized by him. He takes
the final drag from his cigarette and talks while exhaling "Lick your cone,
Billy... it's melding". I'm like, "Huh?  Oh yeah, heh heh..." and I lick my
cone wishing it was his dick.

Back in the Toyota, the cones in our stomachs, Toby says, "Large Dunkin
Donuts coffees.." Again I go, "Huh?" and he says, "Yeah, beer and
coffee... two things that make me pee like mad... ha ha. And I'm going to
pee up your ass today, Billy.  It'll be a blast, you'll love it!" And off
he drove, we go directly to the drive-thru lane of the North Andover Dunkin
Donuts.  "Two large coffees with extra cream and sugar" he says into the
speaker thingie, then to me "I got the Dairy Queens, Billy... can you get
the coffees?"  I fumble in my pocket and give him the same ten dollar bill
I'd given him earlier for the beer. The coffees were too hot to drink so we
didn't open them until we got to Toby's house. After putting the beer in
the refrigerator we sat on the porch smoking the cigarettes I'd bought and
drinking the coffees. Toby told me about fucking Julia and described in
exquisite detail what it feels like fucking pussy, as Toby called it. Then
he described what it feels like fucking the asshole of boy's or girl's, it
made no difference which one.  Well, it might make no difference to him,
but it sure would for me and I tell him that.  He says, "Sure,
Billy... that's because you're a homosexual, I understand that and I
understand how much it means to you that I service your sexual desires.
I'm always honest with you though, so let me say that it's my fetishes I'm
servicing at least as much as your needs... but, like I said before, I've
always liked you so it's great us buddies can kill two birds with one
stone, or however that fucking saying goes.." and he laughed some and
played with my hair again. Then he says, "Do me a favor, Billy?"  I go,
"Sure, Toby... what is it?"  He says, "Don't get a haircut all summer, OK?
I like grabbing a fistful of it while I'm fucking you and I like to play
with it like right now too, ya know?  Ain't that weird?" He was pulling my
hair lightly and scrunching his fingers in it as he talked.  I liked the
attention and leaned my head toward him, he goes, "Good boy, Billy". He
continued playing with my hair until he was finished his coffee.  I
chug-a-lugged mine while he was getting us a beer.  Odd he's interested in
my hair, it's gotta be one of the last things in the world I'd have thought
Toby would be interested in.

Back with the beers, lighting a cigarette he says, "I gotta piss already
and we haven't even started drinking the Coors... this is gonna rock today,
Billy.  You excited?"  I go, "Yeah, I am, Toby" and another soft laugh is
Toby's reply. We drank two beers each while Toby combed my hair into
various styles.  He said he always wished he had light brown, wavy hair
like mine... his second choice is blond hair.  It's the first time in all
the years I've known him he's even mentioned hair; mine, his, or anybody
else's.  Frankly, I had a permanent woody from all Toby's touching so I
didn't care what the reason for it was, I loved it.  The last style he
combed my hair into required a lot of mousse, he combed it straight back
from my forehead.  Making a face, he shook his head in disgust and
muttered, "No".  Lighting a Winston he said, "Jesus, I gotta pee so bad
it's at the back of my throat already.  Go ahead and get undressed in the
bathroom, Billy...  and would you mind washing that mousse out of your
hair; my bad, it's too messy." Anxious to get started, I jumped up and
headed straight for the bathroom.  My bladder hurt with all the pee
build-up so of course I had to go wicked bad but I was determined to wait
for Toby's instructions.  Ten seconds later I was naked wondering why I
didn't feel self conscious being naked around Toby.  Using the Head &
Shoulders shampoo from the shower caddy I washed my hair in the sink and
had just finished rinsing it when Toby came in with an ashtray, his smokes,
and the last two beers from the six pack. "Here, let me blow-dry your hair
for you, Billy".  I sat naked on the closed toilet seat squeezing my dick
closed with my fingers to keep from peeing on my legs, waiting for Toby to
dry my hair.

With a cigarette between his teeth and one eye squinting closed against the
drifting smoke, Toby combed and dried my hair using an electric hair dryer.
He got it so dry and combed it so much it was full of static standing up
off my head whenever he put the comb near it.  Laughing he says, "It's fun
fucking around with your hair, maybe I'll go into the business". Then,
stubbing out his cigarette butt he lights two more and hands one to me
saying, "OK, we're ready to go... heh heh... if ya know what I mean. I sure
gotta go.  How about if you stand in the tub now, Billy" which is what I
did and then Toby does a double take looking at me squeezing my dick.  He
takes a long inhale off his cigarette; then, letting the smoke drift out of
his mouth and nostrils, he says, "That thing of yours is kind of small,
ain't it Billy?"  I was dragging on my cigarette watching Toby inhale and
unconsciously took the same long inhale he'd taken, it was too much for my
lungs so by way of answering him I got into a smoker's coughing fit, and
with my eyes watering I cry out "I gotta piss bad, Toby!"  He smiles, nods
his head up and down, blows a perfect smoke ring, holds out his free hand
and says, "Go ahead, hit my hand with your warm urine".  I aim my dick at
his hand but amazingly I can't start the flow... I've never wanted to pee
this bad before in my life, but I can't start.  Toby says, "Oh OK... yeah,
that happens sometime, we gotta prime the pump a little" Biting the filter
of his Winston he wets his hands under the faucet and says, "Turn around,
Billy" and when I do he reaches around me, his chest lightly against my
back and with the sides of our heads almost together, smoke from our
cigarettes continuing to burn my eyes, he says "Relax, lean back on me nice
and easy..." then with his wet hands he gently takes my cock and barely
squeezes it, I go, "Ahhhhhhhh" as pee comes streaming out.  Toby, making
gulping sounds, lets go of my dick and climbs into the tub with me, fully
clothed. Taking my cigarette butt, he says, "Cup your hand and collect some
urine." Which I do... pee spraying off my hand onto my body.  "Go ahead,
drink it." I'm thinking, "do I really want to do this?"

Toby deposited the used butts into the open toilet and was lighting another
one for himself. I'm peeing into my cupped hand. The smoke from his
cigarette surrounds my head as Toby, still in the tub next to me, puts his
arm around my waist to steady me... and it felt so good, he was finally
being affectionate, I'd do anything for him... I slurped the pee from my
hand and managed to swallow almost a full mouthful of it... it tasted
weaker than Toby's. No question it tasted like urine, but it was more like
urine/lite compared to Toby's strong piss taste.  Toby was laughing lightly
through his latest exhale of smoke saying, "Fuck, I should have gotten
undressed too, I'm getting peed on... but screw it now. Here, turn around
Billy, I want some of that pee too" and as I turn around, pee flowing hard
out of my dick, he grabs it and, holding his cigarette away from the pee,
bends down and puts my dick in his mouth. Getting it there caused a streak
of piss from his ear to his mouth, the pee drools down his face as he sucks
down my pee. I can't help but notice the lump in his pants, his boner is
sideways poking up his shorts all across his lap.  What sensations I had
all around my groin, Toby's fabulous puffy, sexy lips on my cock, drinking
my piss. He only drinks a little, then closes his eyes and, being sure not
to splash any on his cigarette, uses my dick like a short hose to direct
the pee stream onto his face and up into his red burr-cut hair. I'm running
low on pee by now so the stream is getting weaker and weaker, then just a
dribble, then another short stream, then drop, drop, drop... then
nothing... then those last two drops that usually stain my underpants. I'm
doing a quiet, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh... mmmmmmmm" because it's such a relief to pee
when you absolutely gotta go.

Pulling my dick away from his lips and taking a deep drag on the cigarette,
Toby's doing his little chuckle again, he says "Can you believe this...
look at me, pee on my legs, my shirts, my face, my fucking sneaks!"  And he
gets laughing pretty good climbing out of the tub to wash his face.  His
boner has worked it's way from sideways to the front and his shorts are
pushed way out. Toby couldn't care less, he gropes himself, throws the
cigarette butt in the toilet and turns on the faucet to let the water warm
up... he says "You got some good urine there Billy but it burns my eyes a
little".  After washing his face he dries himself, me watching him from my
spot standing there in the tub, my bare feet in my pee, pee trickling down
my legs from the splatter off my hand and Toby's face. Turning around,
still smiling from the self deprecating yucks, he says "Nice urine, but
that's a small penis ya got there, how long's that thing?" I unconsciously
fondly my dick as he lights us two cigarettes, the bathroom door is closed
so the smoke has accumulated and it's getting a tad foggy.  Blowing smoke
at me the same time I'm blowing it at him, I say, "It's not that small,
Toby... it's five inches which is above average I believe." He leans close
to my face, grins and grabs a fistful of my hair to pull my face towards
him so he can exhales a long thin stream of cigarette smoke at my mouth,
most of which gets inhaled up my nose causing another coughing fit.  It
makes Toby laugh again, He says "Ain't this great, Billy?"  He's very
animated and happy. I'm waving my hand to disperse another of his smoke
rings as he lets go of my hair and points to my penis, saying "But, get the
fuck outta here, that's not five inches... stretch it out" so I do and he
goes, "Can you get it hard so we can measure it?" Doing my Cory act again,
I whine "Don't ya need to pee yet, Toby? I mean... you know..." He says,
"I'm used to holding it in, it's painful but the strong stream will be
worth the discomfort a little later on. What?  You won't do me a favor and
get that midget thing hard so we can measure it?"  He was speaking in a
friendly, buddy-to-buddy way, not in some demanding bossy manner so I began
stroking my cock.  God knows I've stroke it a few thousand times over the
years, what's one more time. I though of Toby fucking me as I stroked it
and damn if I didn't get hard fast. The faster I stroked, the deeper I
inhaled my cigarette smoke and I was soon quite dizzy so I flicked the half
smoked butt into the toilet with all the others.  Toby was out of the
bathroom, in the house somewhere, looking for a ruler. I stopped wanking
myself because I didn't want to cum, I wanted to cum when Toby fucked
me... if I can only repeat that last climax, oh my God... that was truly
awesome!

Toby's back with a foot long plastic ruler from last year's school backpack
and he comes right over, lifts my boner out straight and pushes the end of
the ruler in my pubes just above it... then does a friendly laugh and
declares, "Barely four and a quarter inches..." I go, "What?  Give me
that... that can't be right" Toby says, "Read it and weep, Billy" I'm
pushing the ruler deeper into my belly trying to get it to measure at least
four and a half inches and, with it cutting into my stomach it gets there,
"Over four and a half!" I yell and Toby's laughing and rubbing my hair
saying, "You're so fucking funny.." and he hugs my shoulders real friendly
like.  It was nice so I give in and say, "OK, ya found me out, it's not
quite four and a half inches long when it's boned to the hilt".  He says,
"It don't matter how long your dick is, I just knew it wasn't five inches,
that's all..." then an affectionate squeeze at the back of my neck as he
mumbles, in a comic way "Five inches, my ass..." and another rub at my
head. Gee, I like the way Toby's acting, you know... like we're close
buddies.

He's soon lighting up again nodding his head at me to see if I'm ready and
I shake my head "no"... he shrugs like, "your loss". I'm staring at him
with this new feeling of closeness and thinking how I'd give anything to
kiss his lips. Instead I just grin and lean toward him a little hoping
he'll rub my hair or squeeze the back of my neck, or do something like that
again.  He doesn't though, instead he gets serious and, with the cigarette
bobbing between his lips, he says "My dick's gone soft on me, how bout
getting on your knees so you can suck my cock into another boner... can ya
do that for me?  I know you like sucking my cock, I know that much.." I nod
my head because it's true, why pretend it isn't. On my knees in my own pee,
I take his flaccid penis between my fingers and guide it to my mouth. I'm
licking the head until it gets some firmness, Toby's sucking in air between
his teeth and rubbing my hair again, then a big batch of smoke surrounds my
head as I start sucking and tonging his cock simultaneously... it's big,
what a treat to be able to have it in my mouth, the texture of the skin as
it changes from soft to hard is a big turn-on for me... another large smoke
cloud surrounds my head with Toby mumbling, "Jesus Christ, that feels
good..." more smoke clouds with my nose in his pubes, up against his groin,
even with all the cigarette smoke in the room I can still detect his odor.
His crotch has that erotic smell I mentioned before, a pleasant animal
smell... OK, maybe not a cat, how about a horse? Whatever, it's sexy and my
dick gets hard again just from the taste of his cock and the smell of his
balls.

Toby only lets me do it for a few minute before he says, "Jesus! you suck
cock good, Billy. Girls simply cannot compete with gay boys when it comes
to sucking cock... forget about it!  Here, take a little pee in your mouth
as a reward then I'm gonna fuck you and piss up your ass..." I wait like
two seconds, with smoke encircling my head, and then a hard pee stream hits
the back of my mouth and fills me up to overflowing almost
immediately... "a horse piss", that's what came to my mind.  I can't
swallow as fast as Toby swallowed my pee so urine is quickly rolling out
both sides of my mouth, down my chin and down my neck onto my
chest... quite a bit too, then Toby grunts and contracts all his pelvic
area muscles to bring the urine stream to an early gradual halt.  Toby's
cock couldn't possibly get harder than it is right now... that heavy seven
inches of penis is sticking almost straight out from his groin.  He
mutters, "This is the best ever, Billy...  jeez you're sexy.  I'm surprised
how hot I'm getting with you... that is, you, plus all this fucking hot
pee-play of course."  He's breathing heavily, smoke escaping his lungs with
each exhale even though at the moment his last cigarette butt is swimming
in the toilet with the others. I knew he wouldn't go very long without a
cigarette during sex, and sure enough he says, "Would you stand-up, turn
around, and bend over for me now, Billy... you know, so I can fuck that
fine, fine ass of yours" he's lighting up while saying that.

Oh boy, here it comes. My heart is pounding fast, my own dick was almost as
hard as Toby's, not all the way as hard as Toby's, now yet anyway, but real
hard. I'm feeling a little trepidation about the initial penetration but I
also have the vivid memory of how awesome it is to be fucked by Toby so I'm
thinking about that too, and what the hell... when in Rome; so I say, "Can
I have another one of those Winstons, Toby?"  Without a word he hands me
the one he's smoking and lights another for himself.  Bending over and
bracing myself, one hand on the tile wall, I take a drag and look back at
Toby.  He's chewing on his lower lip for a second, then the cigarette goes
between his lips as he notices me looking back at him and he gives me this
silly grin around the cigarette and mumbles, "This is so fucking hot,
peeing up your ass... peeing up your perfect ass" and he grabs both my
buttocks to massage them, then he leaned in to me, his boner head against
my hole... I looked straight ahead now taking a big drag wondering if
smoking actually will increase sexual pleasure. Staring at the impeccably
clean tile wall inches from my face, I wait for the red dots of pain from
initial penetration.

Toby's coughing around his smoke, spreading my ass cheeks apart, he spreads
them tightly apart until my hole is stretched sideways and then, with smoke
engulfing both of us he leaned in so his cock is at my hole and then does
one hard hump against it, the head of his cock pops inside me... I did my
best not to, but still made a sound almost like a yodel with Toby going
"Shhhhhh, Billy..." so I cut it off and just grunt, I'd dropped my
cigarette at that first thrust and could hear it hissing-out in my pee at
the bottom of the tub.  With just the head of his boner past my sphincter
ring, Toby goes, "Ahhhhhh... yeaaaah" as he opens his bladder and releases
his pee up my ass.  I immediately feel the strong, hot piss stream hit my
bowels... it felt good at the start.  The piss began filling-up my
intestines and at the same time acting as a lubricant in my hole so that,
with a fistful of my hair pulling my head back towards him at the same time
he's blowing tiny smoke rings, Toby slowly penetrated me.  His cock moved
up my ass tunnel slowly until his heavy nuts lay against the lower part of
my left ass cheek, his cock continuing to pour piss into my body. Toby let
out a long whistle-ieeee breath, my stomach expanding with his
urine... then the first cramp took hold and had me grunting again.  His
piss was bulging out my belly and beginning to be uncomfortable, but the
stream ran down and petered-out before getting to be a real problem.  I'm
trying to accept the uncomfortable full feeling inside my guts... Toby
appeared to be in ecstasy.

He's making "Ohhhhhhhhh.... ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh" sounds while pulling my
hair and taking big drags off his cigarette.... he's going, "Oh yeah... oh
fuck yeah... this is so hottttttt!"  It was getting too much for me though
so I grunt out, "You're pulling my hair too hard!"  He goes, "Ohhhhh, my
Godddd, this is such a turn on..." then, still tugging on a fistful of my
hair, with piss slushing out of my ass and rolling down the back of both my
legs, Toby began fucking me hot and heavy. Increasing the speed of his
fucking with each ride up my hole till the sensations were so erotic I had
to let go of the wall with one hand and stroke my boner... it was as hard
as Toby's now. I don't know if it's the cigarettes or the pee or what, but
this fuck was even better than the last one. The sensations in my ass and
the inside of my thighs and in both my nuts had me moaning and rocking back
into each thrust of that piss saturated huge hunk of hard cock.  He
couldn't fuck me too hard, no amount of slamming that fat boner inside me
was too hard or too rough or too fast to suit me.  I'm moaning, "Fuck me,
Toby... fuck that ass... fuck it!!"  He's back to going "Shhhhh"... My nuts
were swinging between my legs with each penetration up my ass, my chin
would hit the tile wall with each especially strong hump of Toby's huge
instrument of pleasure, he still had a tight fistful of my hair and, even
while saying "Shhhh", he pulled me into him with each shot of his boner way
up inside me.  I resorted to making mewing sounds, I had to have some
outlet and the sounds were it, nothing has ever felt so good.

As I felt the head of Toby's boner expand, a long exhale of cigarette smoke
circled my head and I knew he was going to blow his spunk up inside me to
mix with the piss that's already there... that thought did it for me, the
first shot of cum fired from my boner with me squealing as quietly as I
could, that first missile was like a white wet bullet when it smashed
against the tile wall... it splattered in all directions, then a long
string of my teen cum joined the first splat as I did a long "Ohhhhhhhhhhh,
fuccck!" then another nice spurt with my hand a blur stroking my boner
while humping backwards into Toby's groin. The loud smack sound I heard
happened simultaneously with a sharp stinging on my ass as Toby shot his
first volley of spunk up my ass accompanied by a slap on my ass cheek,
another smack smack as he kept climaxing, now he was making a keening noise
in his throat.  It was the best climax I've ever had, even better than the
first time Toby fucked me... messier too. Much messier. Toby humped me and
spanked me in a frenzy for thirty seconds after he'd finished climaxing his
spunk, my ass was stinging and bright red by the time he calmed down.
Smoke swirled around us which somehow seemed appropriate... that fuck was
so hot there should be smoke.

I continued moaning and stroking myself until the wonderful sexual
sensations began to fade and a new urgency became obvious.  It came on me
fast and unexpectedly, I yelp out "Toby, I need to take a crap.... right
now" he had reduced his humping to a lazy rhythm, just enjoying the after
glow of climax. He groaned, "On no, damn... I was afraid that would happen"
as he let go of my hair and considerately pulled his big cock out of me
leaving my ass stretched wide open. Some watery pissy shit slipped out
immediately but the toilet was right next to the tub so I literally flopped
onto it as a deluge of Toby's piss and my shit hit the toilet water... what
a relief. I'd flopped onto the toilet with my legs still inside the tub so
it looked pretty silly. Toby, standing there with his still hard cock
sticking out the fly of his peed-on shorts, is lighting a cigarette trying
not to laugh at my dilemma, but he couldn't control it totally and a laugh
blurted out with, "How bout that, Billy... golden shower play, a fuck, and
an enema all wrapped up in one".  I'm enjoying the good cleansing feel an
enema can sometimes provide as I struggled to get my legs out of the tub
and in front of me without slipping off the toilet seat.  Then, feeling
more comfortable by the second I chuckled at the bizarreness, the
unexpectedness of this latest development.  Looking up at Toby I see the
hairs Toby had pulled out of my scalp drift off his hand as he takes a drag
off yet another cigarette. I'm gonna have a bald spot if we do this on a
regular basis...  it was quite a scene... the thick cigarette smoke, piss
from both of us all over the place, a subtle shit smell wafted up from the
toilet, and my cock still vibrating as Toby's cum drooled out of my ass
along with his urine and my doodies, it was awesome actually; but like I
said, messy. Leaning forward with my forearms on my thighs I let my body
rid itself of foreign matter and shifted my attention to the shower's tile
wall where my cum slowly drooling down to pool at the edge of the tub,
that's a lot of cum... holy shit!  What a fabulous climax.

Toby says, "More treats for you, Billy" as he held out his cock, which by
now has retreated to semi-hard status.  Me sitting on the toilet, Toby
standing in front of me with a leg on the outside of either of mine, his
crotch close enough to my face that I only needed to leaned forward a
little to press my nose into his pubic bush and inhale the smell that's
become an aphrodisiac to me. He get another fist full of my hair to pull my
head back a little, "Put it in your mouth, Billy... you can smell my crotch
as you suck my cock..  OK?"  I go, "Sure, sorry, but I love the way you
smell" another tug of my hair so I to take his cock in my hand and guide it
into my mouth.  It's been up my ass so there's all kinds of ass juices on
it along with Toby's piss and of course his spunk, I've never been much of
a germaphobe though so excessive cleanliness isn't one of my hang-ups. I
put Toby's cock in my mouth without a second thought and began to lap it
clean.  Speaking of germaphobe, I see people from time to time with this
weird affliction to germs, they're the ones who use a paper towel opening
public lavatory door knobs, yet they're the same ones who have no problem
picking their nose and wiping the boogers on the wall over the
urinal... what's that all about?

Anyway, I really got into sucking Toby's cock, totally without concern for
the foreign matter smeared on it. I got him hard by cleaning his dick to
shiny pale pink again using only my tongue and lips and I enjoyed the task
immensely. After ten minutes or so Toby got to groaning again and, using
another fistful of my hair, he guided my head forward and backward, fucking
my mouth with his long boned up cock.  The hard head began hitting the back
of my throat with each pull forward until, after a dozen times or so, his
cock pushed past my gag reflex and went down my throat an inch... then out,
the next thrust sent it down my throat an inch and a half, the next, two
inches. Toby was doing some serious grunting by now, I felt his cock get
even larger... actually growing fatter in my mouth.  He's pulling my head
forward on his cock faster and faster getting me dizzy and shortly that
huge boner is going down my throat three inches or so with me as docile and
flexible as an empty T-shirt.  My cock is boned up again by now and I'm
stroking it until Toby does this little weird frantic screech and blows a
small squirt of cum and some watery residue down my throat. At the end
there, when his cock was getting way down my throat, my face was pulled
right into his bush and it was such a fantastic feeling to have experienced
Toby's wonderful cock inside me from both ends.

After his small second climax Toby pulled out from my mouth, let go of my
hair and patted the top of my head like I was his pet poodle, then he sat
heavily on the side of the tub as if exhausted... his face was red, he kept
shaking his head slowly back and forth while getting his breathing under
control. I continued slowly stroking my cock even though I could tell I
wasn't going to spunk again. Finally, with a big cute grin on his face, he
mumbles, "I can't fucking believe how hot you get me.  Jesus H Christ! I've
heard of this... you some kind of male witch or something?  you ain't
turning me into a queer are you?"... he squeezed my thigh affectionately
while saying that.  I smile and quietly say, "I hope so...". We looked at
each other and I felt some love... oh, not love-love, like being in
love... I mean I felt real camaraderie, friendship like we're best buddies
or something... really nice feeling.  We joked about the silly exclamations
coming from our mouths while climaxing and we imitate each other's as best
we can, laughing harder than was probably warranted.  It was fun, but
finally Toby stands up and says, "OK, that was truly awesome, but now we
got a lot of cleaning up to do". I'm wiping my ass, asking "How'd your
potty training go as a little kid, Toby?"  He laughs and says, "I know. I
know... I'm a freak about cleanliness but thank God you're not!" and as I
flush the toilet he leaned over and kissed my cheek saying, "Seriously,
Billy, you deserve a kiss. The last time I fucked you I thought I had the
biggest climax possible, this time it was even better.  I'm gonna need to
consider moving you up to the starting rotation."  I was thrilled with the
totally unexpected kiss and possible promotion, but couldn't think of
anything to say except, "Gee, thanks, Toby"....

Things sure are going good for me in the city of Lawrence,
Massachusetts... hard to imagine how it could be any better.

The End

Donny Mumford        thinat20@yahoo.com