After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to myself, I didn't bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn't until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my parents

mentioning something about having the furnace service.

The guy looked me up and down with great interest. "You could stand to put on a little weight," he said with a snicker. "But you've sure got a great looking cock."

Immediately, blood rushed to my face. I just stood there with my mouth full of juice, staring at him. He was so damn good looking, for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming.

He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty-five of so. He was average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes were all over me, lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my manhood. Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Bill.

After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of juice on the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening cock with my hands. "I wasn't expecting company," I said rather sharply. "I think I'd better get dressed."

Making himself at home at the kitchen table he glared at me with a crooked smile. "There's certainly no need to go to any trouble on my account," he said. "To be honest, I kind of like the view. Go ahead and finish you juice."

I couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. Did he think just because he was so damn good looking it entitled him to take such brazen liberties?

"You know," he said. "With your boyish good-looks I'll bet you're a real heart-breaker."

I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish, I certainly didn't need him reminding me.

Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. "I didn't mean to piss you off," he said. "It was a compliment. I'll bet there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little black ass of yours."

My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated my preference for cock long ago, and while I definitely found the repairman attractive, I couldn't help being a little put off by his arrogance.

"Seriously," said Bill. "You really are a knock out. Again I felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to my cheeks. "Come now," he said. "Don't tell me no one has ever told you how gorgeous you are." I shook my head. No one ever had. He was the first.

"I'll bet you're still a virgin too, aren't you?"

If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked, his assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn't so naive that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me.

"I think its time I got dressed," I said, slowly making my way toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took hold of my hand.

"Come on now. What's your hurry? I think we should talk some more. I'd like to get to know you better."

He pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were fixed on the distended slab of teenage meat that now sprang up from between my legs. I gasped as he yanked me down across his knees. I realized at once that his strength was far superior to mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had wanted too, would have been futile.

One of his thick arms came to rest across my back, holding me firmly in place. "When was the last time you had someone give you a good spanking?" He ran a hand over my ass. "Damn, if that ain't a pretty ass," he muttered. "You've got the smoothest little bubble butt I've ever seen.

I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable buttocks. "You like being spanked, don't you?" God, help me, I did like it. I could hardly wait for him to smack my ass a second time, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

"One word about this to my parents and your job is history," I threatened, eager for him to continue.

"Never bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You're not going to say jack-shit to your parents. You've been beating your meat just aching for something like this to happen.

"You're crazy," I shrieked, my voice trembling with lust.

"I was like you once," said Bill. That's how I know what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in the doorway you've seized every opportunity to check out my big basket. Not that I blame you, I've got a big cock, as you will soon see.

Again his firm hand swept down to sting my ass, and again I cried out in ecstasy. Palming the fire that he had ignited in my posterior, he forced a hand between my thighs to taunt my velvety ball-sac. "It makes you horny being touch like this, doesn't it?" said Bill. "And why not? It feels good."

"I want you to stop," I sighed hotly. Why was I saying no when my heart, body and soul was crying yes?

"You don't mean that," said Bill, reaching a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect cock. "Your dick doesn't lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it's aching for more."

I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill's fingers stroked my twitching rod. "Really! You've got to stop," I demanded.

"Don't worry," Bill sighed endearingly. "It's all right if you cum."

"But I don't want to cum!" If liars are destined to burn in hell, I had just doomed myself to becoming a block of cinder.

I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman leapt to his black feet, sending me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to his knees. If I had been serious about escaping his advances this was the ideal opportunity to flee, but I didn't even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of being fucked my this handsome stud.

Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck, licking the tender buds of my erect nipples. The sting of his hand still burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust my legs into the air and forced my knees back against my chest. My chest heaved frantically as he bent down and with a single gulp consumed my entire cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid meat was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced.

"Oh God, that feels good!" I groaned. "Suck it! Suck my meat into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking cock!" My legs trembled as he complied with my demands, taking my slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy ball-sac. I was through with pretending to be coy. I wanted this big handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.

My cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. "I love the way you taste and smell," said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run his nose through my dense pubic hair. I shivered as his hot tongue licked my cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge of responsive flesh that marked the path to my gaping butt crack. "I'm going to devour you, man. I'm going to show you just how good man sex can be."

Shock waves quaked through my loins as Bill's long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur that sprouted from my steamy crevice. A sensation, unlike any I had ever felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my tight pucker until my head was swimming with the intoxicating effects of his oral assault. Then, without warning, drooling profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing probe stabbed wickedly into my tightly clinched burrow. He had breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its own succulent juices, his burning tongue plunged deeper and deeper into the dank darkness of my virgin fuckhole, elevating me to a new level of awareness.

Bill retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my manhole to throb with beseeching desire. "Damn you taste good," he sighed with a slurp of satisfaction. I watched as he opened up the front of his pants and set free his rigorously throbbing erection. The shear size of his cock was alarming, especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with this enormous tool.

Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred the slime that saturated my tense valley. He had huge hands. His fingers were long and thick-smaller than a cock, but large enough to cause me a significant amount of distress when he poked one up my ass.

My anal corridor twitched spastically, its velvety walls clinging feverishly to the meaty finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd-yet pleasing.

Taking my cock into his fist, he squeezed a torrent of shimmering, gel from my piss-tube. The slickness of my dick juice lubricated his hand as he slowly started jacking me off. Within seconds he had brought me to the brink of coming. My body was on the verge of reaping the splendor of an orgasm when he unexpectedly released my hammering tool and withdrew his sticky finger from my ass.

I went to work for my uncle's painting company right out of high school. Slinging paint wasn't exactly my forte, but the pay was good and I got to meet some very interesting people. Like the day I was sent out alone to paint the window sash on a house in one of the more affluent parts of town. It was mid August and hotter than blue blazes. After working most of the morning and not seeing hide nor hair of the people who lived there, I assumed I was alone. I frequently worked without a shirt, but since the house was situated in such a secluded location, I decided to go one step further and take off my jeans. I was painting the trim on a second story window, grinding my half hard cock against a ladder rung when something moving inside the house caught my eye. I hadn't seen them clearly, but if I'd seen them, they for damn sure had seen me perched there atop a ladder wearing nothing but my tennis shoes, bikini briefs and a surprised expression. I was in the process of making a rather hasty decent to the ground when I saw them again. I couldn't resist hesitating long enough to get a better look. Oh man! He was standing in front of a mirror wearing nothing but a towel. I nearly fell off the fucking ladder. He was the most drop dead gorgeous guy I'd ever laid my eyes on; tall and slender with skin so smooth and tan it seemed to glow. His long blond hair hung in damp clusters, shimmering waves of gold that extending well beyond his broad shoulders. Immediately my temperamental cock arched out against the snug crotch of my briefs. From his adorable reflection I could see a taunting grin come across his boyish face. His behavior seemed to suggest that he was very much aware of my presence. Aware, and obviously not the least bit opposed to my lustful gaze. His hand moved methodically down his ribs to stroke his flat, velvety abdomen. Sensuously his full, pink lips parted as his fingers slid beneath the towel. He shivered with manly desire as the horny bulge between his legs grew. Just watching him gave me goose bumps. My nuts tightened with lustful intrigue as the tips of his roaming fingers loosened the towel. I couldn't believe it when he turned and stared directly at me. I must have looked like one of those little animals you see suction-cupped to the window of a car. Slowly he ambled toward me. I was completely captivated by the enormous cylinder shaped club pressing out against the front of his towel. Christ, he had a big cock, big and hard as a fucking rock. The corners of his mouth turned up impishly and I sensed the suspense in his behavior. Holding the front of the towel firmly against his belly he let it fall from around his waist. My cock thumped like a jackhammer when he let go of the towel and it hung there, suspended by his stout, manly peg. Like a kid waving a flag at a Fourth of July parade, his rigid fuck muscle bobbed up and down waving the towel with an almost ceremonious glee. I held my breath as his towel slipped to unmask the triangular tuft of dense hair that carpeted his pubic bone. Just when I thought he was going to reveal the mystery pulsing beneath his towel he turned and planted his beautiful round ass against the window glass. My heart skipped a beat when he bent over and spread the cheeks of his heavenly buttocks. The sweat from his gaping butt crack smudged the glass as he flexed his puckered, crimson shithole. The fabric surround the bulbous head of my inflated cock had become completely saturated with the sticky ooze leaking from my pisshole. My swollen balls ached for release as my persistent load continued to build momentum. Closing my eyes, I pressed my lips to the glass and licked it with my drooling tongue. My mind was a wreck trying to imagine what it would be like to invade his delicate patch of wispy butt fur. Much to my surprise, when I opened my eyes I was looking him dead in the face. His eyes were closed as he embraced me through the pane of glass. The heat of his lips penetrated the translucent barrier to fondly caress my eager young tongue. Slowly his eyelids opened to display the fire of his desperate passion. There were no further smug grins of nervous temptation. The mutual lust we felt for one another had been confirmed. It was time to get down to business. He opened the window and let the towel fall to the floor. My oral juices flowed in abundance as I stood on the ladder admiring his sizable uncut slab of weeping meat. His big cock jerked with the turbulence created by his virile demand for satisfaction, and I was compelled to respond to his manly beckoning. He assisted me through the window and immediately led me into a nearby bathroom. No words were exchanged as he turned on the shower. They weren't necessary. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his slender form. I was like a junky, craving the man flesh of this nameless boy to satisfy my habitual needs. He turned to me and yanked down my sweaty, pre-cum soaked underwear. My sudden nakedness sent my brutally erect cock into a wild wagging frenzy. I wanted to take him in my arms and devour him. My mind spun with curiosity as we entered the shower together. I stood facing him as he ran a fragrant bar of soap over my wet torso. Dropping to his knees he worked my crotch into a rich sudsy lather. His touch was like magic. Never had I been fondled with such affection; with such expertise. It took every ounce of willpower I could muster to keep from screaming. By the time he had finished washing me I was on the very brink of shooting my load. My abandoned dick throbbed like a smashed thumb. I was insane with lust. As the warm water cascaded down my heaving chest I found myself grabbing him in my arms and pulling his body against mine. Never had I wanted to taste a mouth more than I wanted to taste his. His arms came around me and he palmed the cheeks of my ass in his strong hands. I held him even tighter, crushing my wet mouth against his. The sweet flavor of his lips did nothing to appease my ravenous sexual appetite. I nibbled my way down his long neck, savoring every luscious lick of his young flesh. He shivered with manly approval as I paused to gorge myself upon the jutting buds of his aroused nipples. His skin felt like satin stretched over rock hard muscle as I slid my cheek down his quivering belly. As I continued my descent, the musky fragrance of his manhood rose up to delight my senses. I tongued the deep well of his navel and nuzzled my nose in the subtle trail of fine hair that marked the path to my ultimate destination. The spray from the shower pelting against my back was invigorating. The solicitous cock before me twitched anxiously. The helmet shaped head of his vein laden organ was magnificent; plump and purple, ripe with the succulent nectar of his urgent desire. Before taking him into my mouth I first anointed my burning lips with his abundance of slippery pre-cum. He gasped softly as I penetrated his sappy pisshole with the tip of my fiery tongue. My lips parted and he filled my mouth with his throbbing cock. Weakened by pleasure, his knees trembled as I gobbled down the entire length of his nine-inches fuck muscle. He clung to my shoulders to steady himself as my steamy throat tightened around his invading tool. The pungent flavor of his delicious meat was a treat to be savored. Rhythmically he started fucking my hot, drooling mouth. His passion was intense as he repeatedly slammed the head of his cock against the back of my throat. I could tell he was dangerously close to blowing his load. I would have relished nothing more than to have experienced the sensation of his torrid wad of creamy jism spurting down my throat, but it was not to be. Resisting the temptation, I chose instead to spit out his cock and sample his hairy nuts. I held firmly to his down covered thighs and savagely licked his swollen cum filled pods. Placing one foot on the edge of the bath tub, he reached down and lifted his weighty ball-sac so that my fluttering tongue had access to the base of his open butt crack. It was an invitation I couldn't refuse. The generous amount of fur lining his gaping crevice clung to my wet tongue as I hungrily lapped away at his ass. I felt his delicate, little pucker tighten as the tip of my searching tongue found its mark. Tremors of lustful expectation rocked his tasty, young body to its very core. The endearing quality of his impassioned panting gave my slimy poker an iron like quality. Drool dripped from my chin as I rammed my extended spike deep into his beseeching asshole. His snug orifice throbbed around my hot, lashing tongue as his huge balls slipped wetly from his hand to sag heavily across my nose. His elongated cock hammered impatiently against my forehead, tormented by the skillful feats of my embedded tongue. I was drowning in the scent of his sex and I adored every breathtaking minute of it. He drew back dislodging my tongue from his zesty anal cavity. The head of his big cock was slick with pre-cum as he smeared it over my slobbering lips. His transparent dew poured from the concave dip in the tip of his bulbous knob. I grabbed the shaft of his juicy cock in my fist and plunged my mouth down over its purple crest. Locking my lips firmly behind the flared ridge of his meaty scepter, I once more stabbed the tip of my tongue into the sultry hollow of his weeping piss-hole. He shook violently as if he'd just been struck by lightening. Pre-cum oozed across the surface of my greedy taste muscle. I couldn't decide which I longed for most; to fuck his tight little ass, or to be fucked by his delicious big cock.

Ever since I can recall we were moving from post to post. Three years here, a couple of years there. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes.

I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would imagine that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. From there it just led to masturbation as often as possible. I still do to this day.

My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because as he always told my mother "there are only men in this house, why do I need to dress for them?" I enjoyed his parading around. It allowed me to watch is body, his tight, large ass muscles move under the fabric, and also find out just how much dick he was carrying. My father has large balls, and a nice thick cock, even soft. So it was no wonder I wanted to get close to that.

As with all military men, they want their sons to be like them - big, strong, loyal, and above all, men. It never enters their mind that their sons would want to suck their dick, or eat their hairy holes, or get fucked by them. But, for me it was something I truly desired. I would watch him come home in his uniform, and I could see where the sweat had soaked through the material around his armpits, and down the crack of this ass. My father work on helicopters, so there was always the odor of grease mixed with Old Spice and sweat. It is a deadly combination for me.

As was often the case my mother would go out shopping on Saturdays, and my father would work around the house, and yard. She naturally would be gone for hours, and I hatched a plan to make my desires known, whatever the consequence. I needed be close to him, to enjoy that connection with him. I knew he would probably be furious, and that was part of the turn on, the possibly consequences. So after spending several hours working out in the yard, he came in for a shower. I needed to be sure that I could at least smell his underwear, his t-shirt, and get that scent of him. To actually smell what it is like to be near his cock, his ass. So I wanted to wait until he got into the shower and then pick each item of clothing to sniff, perhaps to have for a short time to beat off too.

As my father was changing clothes, he laid them in a pile next to the bed, and headed toward the linen closet for a fresh towel. I hurriedly ran into the bedroom and picked up his underwear, and without even thinking held the crotch to my nose and too a big whiff of him. I should have just ran back out, but couldn't resist taking the chance. When I opened my eyes, there my father stood, naked, sweaty, and angry. "What the hell are you doing?" I couldn't speak, I was so taken by shock that I didn't know what to answer. "Boy, you better start talking!" I just looked into his eyes, and I guess the scene was all too clear.

"You like smelling my nasty shorts boy!" Barked as if he was talking to one of his troops. I looked at him and in a small voice said, "Yes sir." "You some fag boy?" It was more a statement than a question, since I could sense he knew. "Yes, sir", I love the scent of men, and really just needed to confirm that. "So you want to smell my sweaty pits, my crotch, my sticky ass?" "Is that what you are telling me?" I couldn't say anything. But he could read my eyes, and the tented shorts I was wearing told him all he really needed to know.

He threw down the towel and walked slowly over to where I stood, his hands balled up into fists and positioned on his hips. There was a nasty snarl on his face, probably the same one he gave his troops when he was displeased, or serious about something. I know I was taking a chance, but this was unfolding into more than I ever dreamed. "Boy, I am going to teach you how to be a man". "Your first lesson is on how to obey orders like one." "Take those shorts, and sniff them good and hard, especially where the track marks are!" I closed my eyes, brought the sweat soaked material up to my nose and inhaled. The sensation was so great, my adrenaline rush so intense that I almost shot immediately.
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I then opened my eyes, and looked down at my father's dick. It was mere inches from my face. It was thick, and long, and getting larger as I stared. Obviously, I was not the only one getting a charge from this. "You want to smell me, then lay down on the floor!" Again, sternly commanded, and I complied. He then squatted his massive body down, spread his muscled ass cheeks and demanded that I sniff his dirty hole. I looked at that dark, hairy furrow. The hairs along the crack were damp with perspiration, and the smell emanating from the hole was rich and musky. I lifted my head slightly and sniffed. It was all I had thought it would be. The sight of that man's hot pink hole, the hairs surrounding it, and the knowledge that I was there was making my head spin. I then decided to go for broke, and let my tongue swipe over his hole. At first his reaction was to jerk up, but then settled back down on my face and barked the order for me to eat his hole.

I struggled under those massive globes to get my tongue as deep into his hole as I could. He assisted by spreading his cheeks, and pushing his black ass hole out to my waiting mouth and tongue. The taste of salt, and musk from his ass was incredible. I buried my face in his ass and continued to suck, and lick his hairy hole for all I was worth. I could tell I was hitting some sensitive spots as he moaned, and groaned under my tonguing. It was foul smelling, but I watched as his hole opened up and closed during it. He then stood, and made me get on my knees in front of him. As he turned around, his dick was at least 9" long, and dripping with precum.

"Suck my dick!" was all he said. I quickly licked the precum from the head of his thick cock and moved my mouth over it. I started to ply my talents to his cock head, and suck and lick those tender parts. Then he placed those huge hands on the back of my head, and started to feed me his dick. I grabbed onto his ass, and held on for the ride. At first the thrusting was slow and patient, then more urgent as more inches were going down my throat. Eventually through relaxation I was able to accommodate all 9" of dick in my mouth. My father groaned, and told me how good it felt to have a nice soft pair of lips sucking his cock. His dick seemed to grow thicker with each thrust. I had to admit that even though I felt like gagging on several occasions I was loving this.

He abruptly stopped and told me to get onto the bed on my hands and knees. I was aware of what was coming, but still could not believe that I was actually going to get fucked. He spit into his hand and then wiped that load of saliva onto my crack. With his rough, thick fingers he started to push through my ass ring. I was pretty tight, but determined to do this. I relaxed as much as I could and just let myself enjoy the sensations running through my body. He then pushed my back end down a bit and aimed his huge cock head at my hole. "You're going to get what you wanted, and I will make a man out of you for it!" was all he said. He then pushed against my tight ass hole and I felt the thick cock head slip into my hole. The pain was excruciating, and I had to bite down on the pillow from the blinding ache. But he held his dick head just inside and allowed me to become accustomed to it.

Once I nodded that it was ok to proceed, he drove the rest of his hard shaft in. In one push I had my father deep in my hole. He grabbed hard onto my hips with his hands, and started to move his thick piece in and out of my hole with long strokes. He was tearing me apart, but in my mind I was in heaven. To think that I had a REAL man in my hole, fucking me, and hopefully going to leave his load of cum in my guts was heaven. He then started to really fuck me hard. "Take my man's dick, boy, show your Dad what kind of man you are! I complied and met each thrust with a back push. I wanted my Dad's dick so far up inside me.

I could tell he was not going to last too much longer. His breathing became short, and belabored, and his strokes were coming harder and faster. "I'm breeding your fucking ass hole, boy!" was all I heard before I felt his cock jump and twitch inside me. Then came a loud "HOORAH", and I could feel my fathers sperm shoot deep into my guts. My sides hurt from him clutching onto my hips, and my hole burned with pleasure as I could feel him slowly fuck his cum into me. I lay there exhausted, but just as suddenly his cock was ripped from my hole and I was turned over to face him. His cock was still rock hard, shiny and dripping and he forced his dirty cock into my mouth. "Clean my cock, you fucking faggot!" and I did. I relished having to taste my ass juices mixed with his horny cum.

I've never been hornier in my life than I was during the summer of my eighteenth year-the year I graduated from high school. I was still a virgin, and I thought I'd go out of my mind.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like I'd be able to do much about my steaming libido, not that year. I'd made big plans, but I wound up doing what I did every summer, for as far back as I could remember-working on the family ranch.

One hot June afternoon, while I was cleaning out some stalls in the barn, I let my mind wander, and it ended up where it always seemed to: sex. Nothing in particular-just sex. The word was enough to get my cock up and stiffening in my jeans. By the time I snuck up to the hayloft for a quick yank, I already had a throbbing hard-on.

My pants were down around my ankles and I was pulling feverishly on my pud, seconds away from shooting my wad, when I heard footsteps, and then someone climbing the ladder to the loft. There was no time to pull up my pants, or try to conceal what I was doing, so I figured I'd hide, and lunged behind a stack of bales, holding my breath, naked from my waist to my ankles, hoping whoever it was wouldn't find me.

I peeked cautiously between the bales, and recognized Tom, the new hired hand my father had taken on only a few days before. Tom was the replacement for old Gus, who had been with us for ages. I'd seen the new hand around the ranch, and at first I couldn't figure out why Dad had hired him. He looked like a city dude to me. Probably didn't know shit about being a ranch hand. But I was wrong-he was a hard worker, and he knew what he was doing. Tom was just a loner, kept to himself, never seemed to have much to say to anyone. I left him alone, just like everyone else. But my eyes opened wide that afternoon when I saw Tom strip out on his shirt and jeans up in the hayloft, and spread out on a blanket on the floor.

I couldn't tear my eyes off his body. I'd seen other boys undress in the locker room at school, but I'd never been able to really watch them like this-and none of them had looked like Tom.

He laid back and ran his hands over his smooth brown body.

His build was perfect: slender, lightly muscled, honey-brown.

I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but my cock was going crazy. My hardon had returned since the surprise of being walked in on, and now it was stiff as a board. I leaned forward, straining for a closer look, fascinated by the smoothness of Tom's skin. I'd seen other guys who didn't have hair on their chests. My own chest was smooth as a baby's butt, but Tom didn't have any hair anywhere. His long, slender legs were completely smooth, just like the rest of him.

He rolled over on the blanket and I got a look at the bulge straining in the basket of his briefs. I knew in a glance that Tom was well-endowed.

He stretched out across the blanket and his hands ran over the pulsating mound. My cock started to ooze as he reached inside and pulled out his monstrous dick, rubbing it in long loving strokes.

He pulled off his briefs, and I had a perfect view of his thick, veiny shaft as it fell back onto his flat belly. The head was enormous, towering over tight round balls. But what captivated my attention, and drove my cock even crazier, was that Tom had no pubic hair. His shaft and balls were as smooth as silk.

Tom moaned, and drew his fingers over his nipples, all the while working his dick in even-quickening strokes. Without thinking, I reached up under my shirt and pinched my own erect nipples, and my hand wandered down my body towards my hard rod. I scooped up a drop of pre-cum and slid it over the head of my cock, lubricating myself, and settled back to watch.

Tom had his arm hooked behind on knee, pulling it up to his chest, exploring a firm, pale round ass and the rose tinted hue of his puckered asshole. My cock flexed with excitement and I cold feel my cum boiling in my balls, but I held out, staring, as Tom pulled his cock down between his legs. He pushed the thick rod up into the gaping cheeks of his ass and for a moment he just held it there, the thick tube filling his narrow crack. The stiffness of his cock seemed to diminish slightly, enough to make his pole semi- flexible, and I watched wide-eyed as he positioned his cockhead directly over his puckered hole and apply pressure. To my amazement, his long, thick shaft began to disappear.

Tom tossed his head back and moaned softly as he passionately fucked himself. Almost unconsciously, I found my cock in my own hand again, pre-cum dripping over my fingers as I squeezed my pulsating erection. My mouth fell open, and before I knew what was happening I was cumming like never before. I couldn't believe what was happening to my cock. Surge after surge of thick, milky cum spewed out onto the hay at my feet as I surrendered the waves of pleasure.

I finished, exhausted, and looked up at Tom, who was rolling on the blanket, breathing hard. He pulled his cock out of his ass, and began yanking it up and down, then let out a gasp as heavy shots of jizm arched into the air and landed on his body, collecting in glistening droplets. He dragged his finger through a puddle, and brought the hot cum to his lips, then fell back, spent.

I waited until I was sure Tom was out of the barn before emerging from my hiding place. With my pants still down around my ankles, I went to the spot where he had been and knelt down. I found myself jacking off again, replaying the images of what I had seen. My lust seemed inexhaustible as I came intensely, then jerked off again, cumming for a third time.

For the next few days the image of Tom in the hayloft haunted my thoughts. I couldn't close my eyes for a moment before the image returned, and my cock started getting hard. No matter how I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I found myself going out of my way to spend time with him, compelled to know him better, find out more about him. It was a little scary - I'd never felt that way about another man before.

It took some time for Tom and I to get better acquainted, but my persistence eventually paid off, and we began to develop a friendship. He was a difficult person to get to know, very private, very defensive, but he revealed enough about himself for me to figure out that he came from a wealthy background. He also told me how he had gone to college right out of high school. He had planned to become a lawyer, like his father and grandfather, but things had worked out differently.

One hot afternoon, Tom and I were mending a break in the cattle fence when the sun became unbearable and we found ourselves resting in the shade by the creek that ran through the back of our property. Like Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, we took off our shoes and socks and dangled our feet in the cool water.

Something came over me as we sat there together, a restless, unsettling urge, that had become all too familiar. I found myself suggesting that we go swimming in the creek.

Tom looked at me like I was crazy.

"Go swimming in there?" he laughed. "The water can't be more than a couple of feet deep."

I had waded in the stream many times, and I knew he was right. But in truth, swimming was the last thing on my mind. What I really wanted was to get him out of his clothes, to see him naked again, to see his velvety smooth body, and big cock up close.

"Come on," I insisted, refusing to give up easily.

"It's be fun just sitting in the cool water."

I didn't wait for a yes, no or maybe. I stood up, pulled off my shirt and yanked down my pants. Tom leaned back on his elbows, watching me undress.

"Are you coming?" I asked, taking off my underwear. Tom's eyes dropped to admire my semi-erect cock but he didn't budge. He just watched as I waded out to the middle of the creek and sat down in the cool current.

The crispness of the stream was exhilarating. Beneath the glistening, reflective surface of the water, my ball-sac shrunk around my nuts, pulling them against my body to escape the cold. But my cock continued to expand. I stretched out, face up, arching my back to expose my raging manhood to Tom's inquisitive eyes.

The current parted into a vee as it flowed around my erect dick and splashed over the tight wrinkled flesh of my balls. I looked back at Tom sitting alone on the bank. Slowly he rose to his feet. A twinge of excitement tingled in my thighs as he took off his shirt. When he reached to unfasten his pants, my cock quivered with joy.

Tom took one final, cautious look around as if to make absolutely certain we were along before revealing himself. Convinced of our seclusion, he stripped naked. His magnificent prick stood at full attention, swaying heavily as he waded out into the creek to join me.

For an hour, maybe longer, we played and splashed on another like a couple of school boys.

"You know, we still have a lot of work to do," said Tom.

"We'd probably better quit fooling around and get dried off."

He was right of course, but I could have spent the rest of the day playing together in the creek. We returned to the bank, where we sat waiting for the humid summer breeze to dry our wet bodies.

The sight of Tom's smooth skin excited the hell out of me. And I was fairly certain he found my young physique just as appealing. I couldn't help wondering what thoughts were going through his mind.

Before I knew it, Tom leaned back and began rubbing his cock. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help myself. He seemed completely uninhibited by my presence as he fingered his firm shaft. The sight of his hairless body and thick, vein-laden tool was something I couldn't ignore. The swollen helmet of his cock seemed to whisper my name.

When I realized Tom had become aware of my staring, I felt my face light up like it was on fire.

"It's cool," Tom reassured me. I don't mind you watching me, so long as you don't mind me watching you."

I didn't mind that one bit, and our openness with one another relaxed me until I found the courage to satisfy a nagging curiosity.

"Why do you shave your body like that?" I asked.

"I like the way it feels," said Tom. It makes my flesh more sensitive. You probably think it's a strange thing for a guy to do, but you ought to try it sometime."

I shrugged and tried to seem indifferent, but the thought already had me excited. "I might just do that."

"I can think of a lot of things you should try," said Tom and without any warning he reached over and started playing with my stiff cock.

I'd never had anyone touch me like that before. It felt so good I could hardly control myself. I gazed across at his huge, erect dick and found myself reaching for it. I was amazed by its power. Each time he tightened the shaft it nearly leapt from my hand.

Tom sighed softly. "You really think you might shave off your body hair?"

"I might try it someday."

"Why not now?" he asked.

"What?"

"Let's go back to my room and I'll help you."

"What about the fences?"

"We'll work twice as hard tomorrow," said Tom, giving my aching cock a firm squeeze. There was no way I could refuse.

We were scarcely inside the door of his room over the stables before Tom started peeling off his cloths.

"What are you waiting for?" he panted. "I'll get what we need. You get out of those jeans." Almost before I'd finished undressing, Tom had returned with a pair of scissors, a pan of hot water, shaving cream and a razor.

I did noting but stretch out on a blanket on the floor. Tom did the rest. His abundant practice had made him a master with a razor and in no time he had transformed my hairy legs into silky smooth limbs. I ran my hand over my thighs. They didn't even feel like my legs. The sensation was incredible.

Tom went to work with the scissors, reducing my pubic bush to coarse stubble. I watched breathlessly as he lathered my manhood and shaved me clean. The sight of my cock without hair took a bit of getting use to, but Tom was right-it felt wonderful.

By the time Tom had finished with me, my body was as smooth as silk-as smooth as the day I was born. His sharp blade had even whisked away the delicate patch of hair surrounding my asshole.

He sat back, admiring his work; his huge cock dripping sticky pre-cum. Tilting his head slightly to one side he gazed at me rather daringly. "Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No," I replied sharply, but I was curious to find out how he would respond to that same question. "What about you?"

"Would you be shocked if I said yes?"

"I'm not shocked as much as I am surprised you admit it?"

"It was a long time ago," said Tom. "It's too dangerous to do shit like that these days. The only cock I suck now is my own.

I guess Tom picked up on my expression of doubt. I couldn't believe my eyes when he leaned forward and took the head of his cock into his mouth. I have to admit I envied his talent.

"You're hung pretty well," said Tom. "Give it a try."

"I can't. I'd feel stupid even trying."

"Come on, give it a go."

Feeling ridiculous, I leaned forward and tried to put my lips on the tip of my cock. Needless to say, I fell several inches shy of reaching my destination.

"Not like that," said Tom. "Watch me."

I watched as he repeated his amazing feat. I hadn't noticed before how he hooked his hand under his thigh to help pull his body forward, or the way he held his cock and balls up together.

"Now, try again," Tom insisted. "And this time relax.

Bend slowly, a little at a time."

He coached me until I was finally able to reach out and flick the head of my cock with the tip of my tongue.

"That's what's known as safe sex, my boy," said Tom.

"You can't give yourself something you don't already have.

With a little practice it'll get easier."

"Sounds like you're really into safe sex."

Tom glared at me. He reached over and grabbed my cock. His fingers tightened painfully around my organ. "If you're really into safe sex I've got another little trick you might be interested in learning.

"Sure!" I said, already having a pretty good idea what it was. "What's that?"

Tom had me lie on my back with my knees planted against my chest. Taking my hands, he gently guided them over my cleanly shaven ass. He had me exploring areas where I'd never ventured before. The crack of my ass felt silky smooth as my fingers stroked deep into the gaping crevice.

"Yeah, that's it," said Tom. "Now, stick a finger up your ass.

I immediately did as he said. My invading finger created a strange sensation in my belly, one that I could easily grow fond of.

While I finger-fucked my tight asshole. Tom reached between my thighs and started jacking me off. Almost at once I felt my load surging up the shaft of my cock.

"Oh, God. I'm gonna cum."

Tom yanked on my cock harder as I shot my load. He made sure my Jizm spilled down the crack of my ass. As my cock became less rigid, he bent it around and eased its head into my hole. The pressure of my cock invading my tight anal passage sent a searing pain through my insides, while the intense heat and clinching muscles surrounding my rod gave me an indescribable sensation of pleasure. I could hardly breath. The discomfort subsided quickly, and all that remained was the pleasure-the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced. I reached down between my legs and pushed my cock even deeper up my ass.

Tom sat back, content to masturbate as he watched me fuck myself. I knew how enjoyable his position could be from having secretly watched him perform a similar act in the hayloft. But as I watched him jerk himself off, I grew more and more eager to feel his big throbbing tool deep inside me.

My own cock had done a fair job of stretching my anal opening, and I was sure I could accommodate his manhood. I felt compelled to try, anyway.

"Do you have a rubber?"

Tom nodded, reaching for his discarded jeans. "What do you have in mind?"

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to ease that big dick of yours up my ass and fuck me."

"Are you sure about this?" Tom asked, rolling the condom down the length of his veiny shaft.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

He placed my ankles over his shoulders and eased the inflated head of his thick cock into my hole. The lubricant on the condom made his entry less painful than I thought it would be.

Tom slid into my hot rectum an inch at a time until his cock was completely buried in my ass. I couldn't help crying out as his piston slowly worked my anal canal. It was nothing short of heaven.

"Yeah, you like my big dick up your ass, don't you?" panted Tom.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me. Fuck me harder." In my wildest dreams I'd never imagined myself on my back with another guy's cock up my ass-and here I was, begging for more.

Tom concentrated on fucking my hole while I worked my weeping cock. I wanted to delay cumming as long as possible, but the pleasure was so intense I couldn't hold back. My cock exploded, spewing wave after wave of searing spunk in every direction. I writhed and moaned with delight.

Tom held his cock inside me until I had finished, then withdrew it, removed the condom, leaned over and took his pulsing rod into his hungry mouth. I sat up, my spent load dripping down my torso, to watch the curious sight.

Tom yanked violently on the shaft of his swollen organ while its head remained engulfed between his lips. A grunt of satisfaction escaped from his throat as his cock erupted into his sucking mouth. Cum drooled from his lips and lubricated his hammering fist. At last he rose up, gasping, his cock twitching one last time, ejecting a final spurt of his milky seed.

I realized that afternoon at the creek that Tom was gay, which explained a great deal. It also explained a great deal about me, because I knew then and there that whatever Tom was, I was too.

In my senior year of high school we moved to a small town in Indiana. It was one of those towns were blacks are not simply a minority, they're practically nonexistent. I was one of three black kid in my class. Overall though, I was treated okay. Dating was a bitch, but I was cool with that. Beyond a casual friendship, I really wasn't interested in girls.

In Gym class, more than anywhere else, I stuck out like a fly in the soup. Mine was the only black cock among a smorgasbord of white meat. Being black, and hung well, probably accounted for all the wide eyed attention I got. Those white boys were all so busy being impressed with my big, black dick, that they never once noticed I was checking them out.

After three months in our new home, I celebrated my eighteenth birthday. I'd made the honor roll for two consecutive grading periods, and I had began making a few friends. I was really developing a hard on for one guy in particular.

Jeremy and I were in a lot of the same classes, including gym class, which had given us the opportunity to become real familiar with each other. In addition to being cuter than hell, Jeremy had a great body. Like me, he was tall and slender, not muscular, not scrawny, but well defined. Jeremy acted straight, but for all practical purposes, so did I. He had a beautiful big cock that was always semi-hard, and balls that were every bit as big as mine.

Everyday, when I got home from school, I went straight to my room to jack off. God, I loved beating my meat. It wasn't unusual for me to masturbate two, or three times a day. It was like I couldn't get enough. I was always horny, and my mounting desire to fuck Jeremy's beautiful, white ass wasn't helping. My libido was on fire for this hot eighteen year old, white boy, and I had a hunch the feeling might be mutual.

One afternoon, after school, I invited Jeremy to my house. Once we were in my room all I could think about was getting inside Jeremy's pants and playing with his cock. But I had to be careful. Being black was one thing. Being Black, and gay, was another. If I made a move on Jeremy, and I was wrong about him, my life would never be the same.

Jeremy sat on the foot of the bed talking, watching, as I changed my cloths. We had seen each other naked so often in the locker room, I wasn't at all inhibited about taking off my cloths in front of him.

I was naked except for my bikini briefs, and Jeremy's eyes were fixed upon the sizable arch stretching out against the crotch of my underwear. I could feel my cock beginning to swell. "When was the last time you had sex?" Jeremy asked.

I gave my crotch an innocent rub, shivering as my dick continued to expand. "With someone, or alone?" I giggled.

Jeremy rested back on his elbows. "Either one," he said.

My eyes wandered wantonly onto his tightly packed basket. "I jacked off this morning in the shower." We both laughed.

"That makes two of us," said Jeremy, reaching down, opening up the front of his jeans. The tip of his cockhead was peeking out over the top of his Jockey shorts. "I don't think I've ever seen your dick hard before," he said.

I knew a hint when I heard one. I took off my briefs and tossed them with my other cloths. My nine-inch cock reared up like a pissed off snake.

Jeremy looked up at me and grinned. "You tell anyone I said this, I'll deny it, but I think you've got the biggest, most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

I sat down on the bed along side him. "I won't mind if you want to have a closer look."

Jeremy sat up, and I leaned back. He stared long and hard at my throbbing manhood. It was like he was counting every hair on my swollen, aching balls. I reached out and playfully nudged him on the shoulder. "How about letting me have a close look at you.

Before the last word was out of my mouth, Jeremy was on

his feet, taking off his cloths. "You know," he said, "most

of the guys at school would thing what we're doing is weird,"

"What about you?" I asked. "Do you think it's weird?"

"Not weird," he said. "Different, maybe. But I kind of like different, don't you?"

"I love different," I said.

Fully aroused, Jeremy's cock was about seven inches long, and extremely thick. His engorged, pink rod was standing straight up against his smooth, flat belly. The tip of his pisshole was already shimmering with precum. "I can't believe how horny I am," he said.

Now naked, Jeremy sat back down next to me on the bed. As a means of subtly testing the waters, I put my hand on his firm, down covered thigh. He gasped softly, but didn't object to the location of my hand. "I think we're both pretty turned on," I said "You feel like jacking off?"

"I've never jacked off with anyone before," said Jeremy.

"What about you?"

"Me? Sure. I think it's hot jacking off with another guy. I don't know which I enjoy most, watching, or being watched."

My hand slowly crept up Jeremy's thigh, and he didn't so much as flinched. "I'll do it if you will," he said.

My hand was just inches away from touching his fuzzy nut-sac. "You said you like different. What do you say we jack each other off?"

With hungry eyes, Jeremy looked down at my big roll of twitching fuck muscle. "I don't know," he said.

The backs of my fingers brushed lightly against the bottom of his velvety ball-sac. "I'll bet you've thought about touching another guy's cock." Jeremy nodded. "Well, now's your chance to find out what it's like."

My heart pounded wildly as his hand came to rest on my belly. It had been weeks, months, since anyone had last touched me. This prelude to pleasure was driving me out of my fucking mind. I didn't want to rush Jeremy, but I was more than ready to get down to business.

I cupped his warm, swollen testicles in the palm of my groping hand, and gently squeezed. I held my breath as his hand slid across my belly and came down on my cock. With his fingers coiled tightly around the shaft of my lumbering rod, he slowly began working his hand up and down. "Oh, shit man, that feels good. Ummm, that's it, work my dick slow and easy. Take your time."

Rolling his big, juice filled balls between my fingers, I continued to focus my attention on stroking Jeremy's silky scrotum. I could sense he was a power keg. It wouldn't take much to trigger his orgasm, and God knows, it was way too soon for either of us to cum.

"This is nice," said Jeremy. "Real nice. There have been times at school, in the showers, when I wanted to reach out and play with your cock."

"If you want, we can do more than just jack each other off." Jeremy didn't even look up from my cock. He knew exactly what I was talking about. "Why don't you take my knob in your mouth and suck it? I think you'll like the way it tastes."

I quivered with anticipation as Jeremy licked his lips. His sultry breath washed over my cock, growing hotter and hotter as his sweet, luscious mouth neared its destination. He pressed his lips to the tip of my cockhead and tongued my sticky, dilated pisshole. "Umm, you're right," he said. "You taste good. A little salty, but good."

From that point on, there was no stopping him. It appeared that I had set free a sexual animal, an animal with a veracious appetite for man flesh. It was as if months, perhaps even years, of pent up desire came rushing out of him all at once. He was like an addict, craving the succulent tartness of my cock. He licked and sucked my organ with the selfish greed of a starving man. Absorbing the brunt of his phenomenal yearnings was far more challenging than I had ever expected.

Smearing my spit sodden cock over his handsome face, Jeremy said. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your big, black dick up my ass."

I pulled him further up onto the bed. For a moment he was taken back when I put my mouth on his, but his reluctance was short lived. He was soon stabbing his hot spiky tongue deep into my mouth. After a brief pause to retrieve a condom, we again kissed, sucking one anothers' tongue until we were both breathless.

Panting, Jeremy repeated his plea to be fucked. "But go easy," he said. "I've never done this before, and you're so fucking big. I don't want you splitting me in two."

I sat up and situated myself between Jeremy's gaping legs. Gently, I eased his knees up over his shoulders, so that his slender, white ass was staring me right in the face. The cheeks of his inviting buttocks were smooth, but his gaping crack was a nest of coarse hair. I leaned down and parted his butt fur with my tongue. He whimpered softly as the tip of my flicking, wet, probe skirted the rim of his flexing pucker.

I coated Jeremy's fuckhole with shimmering globs of drool, then pushed my tongue deep into his ass. As I pummeled his anal passage with deep oral thrusts, the pungent flavor of his tense orifice spread across my slick tongue. I looked past his balls, past his throbbing cock, and gazed into his eyes. They were glazed over with divine pleasure. Each time I thrust my tongue into him his chest heaved, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His response to my rimming was so invigorating, so utterly blissful, it took every ounce of willpower I could muster just to keep my nagging urge to cum at bay.

Neither of us were going to be able to hold out much longer. The pent-up passion in our excitable, young balls was literally ready to explode. Jeremy watched as I put on the condom, and positioned myself to enter him.

He gasped sharply as I eased the head of my organ into the breach of his butt crack. His eyes, frantic with lustful desire, widened as the knob of my organ stretched his slimy butthole. Even after all my diligent preparation, his virgin ass was still incredibly tight.

My nut-sac tightened around my swollen bangers as I felt the head of my dick pop his cherry. I was inside of him, and his hot, sticky rectum rewarded my embedded flesh with seizures of surrender. I gently rocked back and forth, giving his spastic ass time to accustom itself to the presence of my lumbering fuck muscle.

I watched as the pain flowing from Jeremy's face. He looked up at me, his mouth gaping in awe. "That fucking hurt," he gasped. "But it was worth it. Now, fuck me." I began humping, grinding my big, black balls between the gaping cheeks of his heavenly, white ass. "Umm, yeah. That's it," Jeremy panted. "Fuck my butt. Fuck it good."

My thick piston worked his greasy cylinder like a finely tuned machine. My heart was racing. I could feel the pressure mounting at the base of my piss tube. Our bodies were both seething in sweat. The air was teeming with the essence of man sex. The momentum was building and there was no holding back.

Jeremy brought his legs down, wrapped them around my waist, and rolled me over onto my back. He sat atop me, his cock oozing pools of glistening precum onto my belly. He feverishly worked his tight ass down around the root of my flexing nine-inch snake.

"I can't believe I actually got that monster dick of yours up my ass," said Jeremy, puffing hard. "Damn, it feels good." The friction of his gyrating ass against my thighs created a heat that spread throughout both our bodies like a wildfire. "I've never felt like this before," he said.

"Umm, yeah, ride my cock, man. Just look at what you've been missing."

Jeremy bent down, pressing his firm, moist lips to mine. "I know," he said. "But not anymore. Now that I've had your big cock, I can't bear the though of not having it again and again."

My thighs became tense. I drove my dick into Jeremy's bowel and held it there. "Oh fuck, man. I'm gonna cum."

"Shit, yeah," Jeremy hissed. "Shoot in my butt. I want to feel your hot, sticky jism erupt inside me."

Repeatedly my orgasmic organ heaved and flexed. It was like a lightening rod being struck by lightening, energized with awesome energy, showering bursts of creamy semen instead of sparks. The deafening roar of orgasmic thunder was rumbling in my ears. I gulped in a deep breath of air, held it, and road out the pleasing effects of the lustful storm.

Jeremy reached down, between his gaping thighs, and gave his twitching pecker a few swift yanks. That's all it took to prime his volatile well of churning passion. Time and time again, his lurching cock spat across my chest and belly. In the aftermath, long ribbons of pearly man juice lay pooled upon my dark skin.

Jeremy rolled onto his side and my cock slithered from his well fucked asshole. "That was incredible," he said, smearing the sticky remains of his spent wad over my belly. "I hope we can do this again some time soon."

It seemed to me that this white boy's ass and my big, black dick were a match made in heaven. "How about tomorrow, after school?"

Jeremy nibbled playfully on my ear. "I'm not sure I can wait that long," he said. "How about right now." This white boy was a man truly after my heart.