Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 20:54:49 -0800 (PST)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: Every Man's Dream

			     EVERY MAN'S DREAM
				    By
			     Justin Balancier

The depictions of things we see are often difficult to describe. But then
again, if one lives in the real world, it should be a simple thing to do.
I'm not sure if that makes sense to anybody, but it sure as hell has
convinced me that the `real world' can be as confusing as it is beautiful.

Lenny was a friend of mine when I was in High School. He wasn't my best
friend but he was okay to hang with.  We did a lot of crazy things together
including going to our first gay bar at 18 years of age.

Lenny was wiry and bouncy. He flew around like Peter Pan. We both knew he
acted that way, just to be noticed. It beats the hell out of me why anyone
would want to be noticed acting fruity. But, that was Lenny.

He was a pretty good looking kid with reddish blond hair, which made him
look sexy.  He wasn't especially husky, but he had a big dick, so that made
him appealing to guys who were only looking for cock. Boyfriend material
however – he was not.

You see, Lenny was not easy to describe. His actions at times, bothered the
hell out of me. I didn't like the faggot `stuff' in public, but Lenny felt
comfortable being who he was. He would flick a cigarette and wiggle like
Marilyn in a tight red dress. Say what you will, he never failed to add
life to a party. Many a night, I would see that my flamboyant friend got
home safely.  Sometimes, I would observe him pretty drunk, ride off with
some trucker. Lenny was the perfect queer to accommodate a trucker's dick,
in the bed of his rig.

I graduated from trade school, and although I still had much to learn, I
had what I thought, was a firm grip on reality. And believe me; it wasn't
so pretty for a gay guy to grip reality in a narrow minded southern town.

I wanted to soak in what I thought, was the real world. I understood that
it was big and could be cruel. Still, I figured there were a lot of
beautiful things, just waiting for me to come along.  Boy, did I get that
wrong. Sometimes prodigious things happen when you grow up with special
talent or wealthy parents. In the real world, one measures success by
results. Sometimes people just stumble across good luck and obtain worldly
things. That no doubt, is what I was hoping for.

My given name is Myron, which sounds pretty awful, when all your friends
have cool names. But that happens when you have parents who name you after
a deceased Jewish grandfather. You know what I mean?

Still, it worked out all right because my friends called me Mike. I often
wondered why my parents never considered naming me Michael.  Besides, my
grandfather was dead; so why stick me with a name so uncool.  Yeah, well
after all, it was Alabama. Need I say more? I could have been named
`Billy-Bob."

At age 24, I moved to Philadelphia.  I hadn't saved much money, so I
struggled for about a month, scarcely getting by.  I landed a temp job
working for the city as assistant park controller. The name of the job was
fancy but the work was crap. I rode around on a motorized vehicle and
emptied trash cans. I yelled at kids breaking things and told park hustlers
to move on. (Some were hot looking too)

I came across some cool gay people in the park. They helped me get settled
and introduced me to Philadelphia nightlife. On weekends, I would spruce
up, put on the hottest clothes I could find, and go to the gay clubs trying
to make friends.

Yes, I know, guys go to a gay bar to find sex. Or at least be stared at.  I
did that also, but what I really needed was friends.

I won't bullshit anyone about being a gorgeous stud because that simply
isn't true.  Not everybody is gorgeous. Not every guy has a big cock and a
great body. Although, hold on. I am not bad looking and I make out just
fine. I simply don't want to paint a phony picture of myself.

"Okay, I can sense your questions. Since I am not writing for The Ladies
Home Journal, I will tell you more. Read on.

Remember, I mentioned my friend, Lenny? Well, I hadn't seen him for 3
years.

One afternoon, I got a text from him. He was in Philadelphia. We met at the
bus station. After all the hugging shit and crap like that, we ended up at
my place and began reminiscing over a couple of beers and a bag of
chips. Bottled Beer and chips were the limit to my entertaining budget at
the time.

"Lenny, I asked, "How would you describe me?" "You know, look me over."

"You're a big queer," he replied laughing at me.

"No, now stop with the prissy bitch comments. Really how would you describe
me?"

"Well, you are still a big queer but an adorable one – simply
adorable. You are cute as a jack rabbit. I like your dark Italian look and
you have a yummy apple butt.  You are a little thin however.  Try
swallowing something besides dick and maybe you will gain a few pounds."
You have a nice package between your legs, as I remember. Oh yeah, you also
have perfect teeth. Should I go on?"

"No, I think you have it covered." I replied, feeling rather good about
myself."

"Now, I have a question for you." Lenny blurted out.

"Okay"

"How is this for a starter? – I am horny as a swamp duck and want to
suck some dick. "Want to fool around?"

Lenny was quirky. Asking direct questions was how he operated.

"Yeahhhh sure, I could use a blow job." I replied.

"Oh my God, Mike, are you serious? I thought for sure you would say NO. You
are such a pilgrim when it comes to sex and frankly a bit boring"

"Boring!!! - Really?"

"Humm - well, just sometimes." (Damn it, I fucked that up, Lenny thought to
himself.)

Lenny and I were friends going as far back as high school. Our mothers
worked together for the telephone company.  Our families were southern
Baptist (Praise Jesus), but Lenny and I were heathens. We didn't take
interest in anything unless it was between your legs.

We use to give each other hand jobs in the barn leaning on bales of hay.
We thought that friends didn't suck off friends. When it came to sucking
cock, it had to be a stranger. What dumb fucks we were. The real world was
in our hands and we never knew it...  That's what lack of experience can do
for southern Baptist gay boys. Still, that was okay because we were
learning about being an adult.

Lenny began bragging in his movie star voice. "I am a first-rate cock
sucker. I can swallow your cock and your toes will point north."

"A-huh, you're good, alright. I heard that about you someplace. Or maybe I
read it on the wall in the men's room - Faggot."

"I never thought you could read, besides. Who cares?" Lenny answered.

"Maybe I upset your feelings with the men's room comment. I was just
playing with you trixie" I said.

"Oh yeah, well try playing with this smart guy." Lenny cupped the bulge
between his legs and pushed his crotch towards me.

It brought back memories of our teen years.

Often when no one was around, we would watch gay porn together and critique
the hell out of it.  It seemed that there was always something wrong with
the action. For certain, we were critical little pricks. However, we became
sexually educated watching porn.

It was criminal to hear background music with seductive-booming noise and
electric guitars (or whatever the hell, they were playing) competing with
hot manly action. That nonsense was finally abandoned. But the film studios
still didn't get the message.  The new rage was natural sounds.  Oh sure,
Natural sounds that bordered on stupidity.

Porn's idea of natural sounds (according to directors) was grunting and
breathing noises. The gagging moments however, were pretty cool. The
groaning foolishness, like a wounded animal, was over the top.  All that
did was annoy people. Plus, how many times can a guy say `fuck yeah" before
you scream – "Shut the hell up and shoot the damn load, you dumb son of
a bitch."

No guy ever says, `fuck yeah' over and over when getting his rocks
serviced. Okay, maybe once or twice but not 14 times.

No guy throws his head back, pants like a fool and rolls his eyes around
like a virgin at a whore's convention. I have never seen a man do that,
except perhaps when being filmed. Real fucking or sucking is not played
with drama. The boner good stuff is piggish, slutty and hot. - "Can I have
A-men?"

I know that cheating straight married men will stand (or lay) there
completely quiet like a statue. "Yes-yes, porn has become corny. If you
don't believe me; throw an adult movie in the DVD player and judge for
yourself.

I could never grasp why porn directors didn't give the actors (and that's
what they are- ACTORS} a few hot lines to say during the action. Not
constant talking. Just a few choice lines here and there as needed to keep
the intensity, alive and smoking hot.

Back to my story...

Lenny yanked me closer to him and ran the back of his hand over my crotch.
I could feel my dick begin to swell and I was hot. I hadn't cum for more
than a week. At 24 that can be a sexual lifetime. I had accumulated a
build-up of white sticky gold.

"Holy shit, I haven't seen your dick in ages." Lenny said, as he nuzzled
his face between my legs. "Hummmm, I've missed this. You're so beautiful."

My cock grew to around 6 inches fully erect and stood straight out.  Lenny
pulled my underwear down around my ankles and started slobbering all over
me.

I grabbed the back of his head and held him close to me. With my other hand
I squeezed open his mouth and his lips parted.

"Open up buddy, feed yourself, I am going to flood your face." I said to
him. (Now, this is how gay porn is best presented) - I whispered in his
ear.

"Yeah – yeah, Mike I know - let's do it"

I neglected to mention that I have large balls.  Guys get their mouth
around my nuts and they just suck away.

I find glances irresistible when people look between my legs at the bulge
in my jeans. My cock isn't that big soft but my balls fill my underwear.

On lookers (men of course) will run their tongue across their lips?  Then
my cock gets hard and my crotch becomes quite a package. I come across as a
sex pig, because I am always hard. Oh Jesus, here I am a horny Alabama
faggot, confessing to the world.

My balls are a tall order to stuff into ones mouth. But hey, a lot of dudes
manage to do it. I may be a little on the thin side but my ass cheeks are
hard. My nuts are big, and my cock is a meal anytime of the day or night.
"Do you get the picture?" – "Good, hold that thought"

"Ahhh, Lenny, suck that cock. Muther fucker, you are a hungry lady."

"I know Mike – I know. Feed me buddy, feed me."

"Suck my balls"

"Humm big balls, I love your nuts."

"Show me Lenny, how much you want to suck my crotch.  Open that piggish
mouth of yours and make Mikey happy. Chew my nuts buddy"

It was routine magic for the next few minutes. I could feel Lenny's big
cock pressing against my legs as he leaned into me.  He wasn't
circumcised. He was really great. As teen agers, I would give him a hand
job. Afterwards, I would smell my hand and lick my fingers. There were many
loads of cum from that red headed cock shot into the hay. Such a shame
because, they were lost forever. What a waste. They should have travelled
down my throat, but I didn't understand the procedure at the time – But
now, fuck it. I understand perfectly.

"Ehhhh man, that feels so good. Suck my nuts and work that tongue.  Do you
like my balls?" I asked him hoping for the right response.

"Yeahhh" – I am so excited that my heart is racing. Are they full of
cum?" – Lenny asked.

"Oh yeah, really full. I haven't shot in a few days, so I hope you are
hungry. Feed yourself buddy boy – feed yourself." - I replied several
times.

I could feel the thick creamy juices stirring in my balls. Lenny was
working on my shaft and deep throating my cock right to the hilt. My whole
cock disappeared down his throat and he held it there.  He had a fantastic
gag reflex and his mouth worked like a tight pussy. It is every man's dream
to have a mind blowing experience with their manhood. Damn, but Lenny was
good at that.

I tried to hold back and savor the moment but my cock had other plans. I
knew I couldn't last much longer.  Lenny syphoned the cum from my balls
like a sponge in warm milk.

"Stick out your tongue", I pleaded. "STOP, stick out your tongue – your
food is coming"

Lenny ignored my pleading and just kept masturbating me with his mouth and
squeezing my nuts at the same time.

That did it. I began to shake as ribbons of warm sticky man juice sprung
from the head of my cock and directly into Lenny's mouth. He slurped and
moved the sticky white baby cream around in his mouth.

He stuck out his tongue that was covered with cum to show me his
prize. Gulp after gulp, he swallowed and nuzzled his nose in my sweaty
crotch interested in smelling my balls.

"How was that Mike?"

"Holy shit, how can you hold cock down your throat for so long?  It was
mind blowing."

"It's a little trick that a drag queen showed me. It's all in slow
breathing and your state of mind. Your dick is about 6 inches and it's
delicious. I didn't have any problem with it, at all."  "Six inches of
cock, is about the limit for throat fucking, at least for me, that is.  I
tried it with a trucker who was over 8 inches and it wasn't my best
performance. He was hot but needed a shower. Still, like a good cock
sucker, I gave him the time of his life.  And of course, a drink or two
made it better.

"You are such a pig – but sooo talented.  "Geese, such a little whore"

"WRONG – WRONG there is nothing little about me" Lenny said as he
unzipped his pants and flopped his cock in my face. "I like being a
whore. I get what I want and so do the men who need me."

"Oh, of course. I remember Little Red Riding Hood" I said, looking at his
swollen dick.

We both laughed because as kids, I would play with his cock in the barn and
run my fingers through his red crotch hair. We called his uncircumcised
dick "Red Riding Hood" but, for sure, it was never little.

Lenny rubbed his cock back and forth across my lips. He pulled back his
foreskin and exposed the moist red head of his cock. He knew that would
turn me on.  It did, his cock was like cologne to me.

Say what you will. This guy was a screaming faggot when he wanted to
be. But between his legs, he was all man. I love red heads and his crotch
always excited me.

Lenny had an intoxicating way about him. He dripped with hotness. When he
pulled that magnificent piece of meat from his skimpy underwear, angels
sang in my head.

I knew that this was my real world. Never in my wildest imagination did I
think I would be having great sex with my childhood friend.

At first it was a bit confusing, but I shrugged that aside in exchange for
lust. It's a good thing, or it's bad – but beautiful.


Comments welcomed: Justin - Jbalancier9@yahoo.com


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