Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2016 10:05:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: gaystoryman@yahoo.com
Subject: Cherry Pickers Chapter 13

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Cherry Pickers 13 Crosby

"If the Newbie Class had voted on superlatives, I would have garnered the
"Most Likely to Look Middle Age by 30" award. Genetics had not been kind to
me, as at 19, I was developing the body of a 30 year old. Some things I
could change by diet and exercise, and at six foot one and 200 pounds was
not overweight, but considering I had a natural monk's style hair pattern,
a smooth chest and blonde hairy pubes, made me think of my father each
morning as I looked in the mirror. Thank goodness I had been blessed with a
great sense of humor and an artist's or rather architects eye.

Unlike many people, I appreciated many building styles and genres.  New
England Colonial, to Federal, Greek revival, Gothic Revival, Early
Victorian, Eastlake, Sullivan, Frank Lloyd Wright, Colonial Revival, Art
Nouveau, Art Deco, Mid Century Modern, I loved them all. I have yet to
appreciate a lot from the 1970's forward, so it was no surprise that I
wanted to be an architect with a bent for historic preservation.

And so I completed my first year of college, with only at least 4 more
years to go before I obtained by degree. Since the university I attended
was in a larger city with lots of great buildings, I was able to intern for
a firm. Joe, an architect who I respected and admired, talked to me and
guided me. Over the course of a few months, I found that although he was
almost 40, he was unmarried and single. We talked about different places
known for their great buildings and he commented one day that if I was
lucky I would get to visit a place of great architecture and hard work.
Inspired by the leading architectural styles, the buildings represented the
best the period they represented. I opened up to Joe, and he to me. He said
that he too had been a virgin at age 19, but an opportunity for a
scholarship to complete his degree, work at that place. Led to him giving
up his virginity.  As the summer progressed, I found that if I choose to
apply and was accepted, my ass would be up for auction. Who knew I had a
kinky side, the thought of having an audience watch my cherry getting
popped, and me unable to pick or control who took my virginity was a total
turn on. "Remember these are men, and they come in all shapes, sizes and
desires," Joe said. "The man who popped my Cherry probably would not have
been picked by me, but he was one of the best lovers I have ever
experienced. So, if you choose to go forward with it, keep your great sense
of humor." Joe was not what most people would have chosen as what they
desired in a stud to bed them, as he looked a lot like me, in fact some
people thought he was my older brother.

So, when Greg called my name, I stood up, glad that someone had bid on me,
and awaiting for that man to step through the darkness. "I'm here, Crosby,"
I heard Joe say before he breached the wall created by the lights. Unlike
the rest of the men who had taken off their robe after entering the stage
area, Crosby had stripped before entering the spotlights, so I saw him for
the first time and if we had been in a lineup, he would have been selected
as my older brother or father.

"Fuck me, OH GOD, FUCK ME" Joe. The other tops had extended their hand to
the newbie, but it was I who grabbed Joe's hand as I led him to the Cock,
and jumped on it. "This is a fantasy come true, I wasn't sure you wanted me
and were being a mentor or what." I grinned.  My cock was is only 5.5
inches and of average girth, while Joe sported 7 inches and thick.

"It may hurt at first," Joe said, looking out for me again.

"You have a job, now do it" I grinned back at him. If ever there was a
virgin who wanted to get fucked, here I was.  So Joe lubed his dick, and
met my willing hole.

Pain, what pain? My ass had found what it was looking for all my life. A
cock like Joe's, with a small helmet, it was like a mushroom perched on his
shaft. Joe used his tool, sculpting my ass, making it respond to each
thrust. My ass responded and pushed back and the dance of the fuck began.
Like many dances, they are certain rules that must be followed, but quickly
those who enjoy the dance adopt the rules as their own and develop moves of
their own to make the dance personal, and come alive not only for them, but
for those who are lucky enough to watch the spectacle unfold.

And so I am told, Joe and I began our dance, tentative at first, as we
learned the moves that made each other happy, and within five minutes, we
were like pros on the dance floor. My ass devoured his cock, as my mouth
devoured his tongue. Our hands explored each other as we fucked, and Joe
began to jack my cock as he drove into my willing ass.  His voice seemed
like soothing satin and velvet as the tones registered on my eardrums.
Unlike many of the Cherry Picking I had seen I was surprised when I felt
warm soothing oil being rubbed into my body my Joe as he continued to fuck
me. The amount of love and compassion Joe showed me made by body respond as
my hips began a dance of their own, and by love canal clenched Joe's
cock. All too soon, I felt his body tense, and I felt him unload again and
again into my willing ass.

I wanted more of Joe...

End of Chapter 13