Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 09:29:44 -0700
From: Greg Reese <fbud4u@gmail.com>
Subject: James and Clark - Chapter 2 - Adult Friends

This is a work of fiction.  The characters in this story live in a disease
free world, the use of condoms is not portrayed.  The real world is
different, practice safe sex, use condoms.

I had managed to avoid Clark the rest of the week quite by coincidence.  I
did see Clark leaving a few times, dressed in his police uniform, my mouth
watering as I watched him get into his truck and drive off.  I had just
finished painting the last of the rooms when the guys arrived to install
the wooden floors.  I met them at the door, clad in his bib overalls.  They
were two young hispanic men, opening the door I called out to the driver
who waved.

As the two men approached the door, I told the one who had been driving
that they were a couple days late.  The driver apologized, asked if I'd
received their message about the delay in receiving the flooring, to which
I had responded with yes.  I showed the two men in, marveling at how these
young kids could wear their pants so loose and baggy and they not fall off.
The driver said they would start at the back of the house and work forward,
they could get the job done in a couple of days.  I nodded, told them they
would need to work fast as the furniture would be arriving that Saturday
and today was Thursday.  While they went to work in the master bedroom, I
went to work touching up the paint job I'd done in the master bathroom.

Both men were conversing with one another in Spanish.  I had several
hispanic clients, from Mexico, so had taught myself how to speak Spanish,
both formal and the conversational slang.  I couldn't help but chuckle to
myself as the driver bitched to his friend about how his girlfriend
wouldn't give him any head but damn sure expected him to go down on her.
The conversation soon turned to their client, that would be me.  I heard
the other young man ask, "What's up with Mister Greenjeans?"  The driver
snickered and was getting ready to respond when I shouted back, in Spanish,
that Mister Greenjeans was quite comfortable in his bib overalls.  I looked
around the corner to see two surprised and shocked faces staring back at
me. I then asked, this time in English, if they even knew who Mister
Greenjeans was?  They shook their heads no so I took this opportunity to
explain to them that once upon a time there was a childrens show called
Captain Kangaroo.  Once I was done with my education lesson for the day,
the two men went back to work, in complete silence.

Lunch time soon arrived and the two men sheepishly approached me and
informed me they'd be taking their lunch break and asked if there was some
where they could sit and eat.  I pointed to the pool in the backyard and
the table and chairs that I had purchased and put back there.  They grabbed
their lunches and made their way.  I decided I would join them so I too
grabbed my lunch, three beers and headed back to the pool as well.  I
handed each man a beer, who politely declined explaining they were not
allowed to drink on the job.  I told them it would be our secret and they
gladly accepted the bottles of cerveza.  I chatted with them in Spanish as
they continued to eat.  By the time lunch was over I think I had won them
over and we are all joking and laughing.  I noticed the driver kept
checking me out, each time he'd rub his crotch and adjust himself.  His
friend was watching the two of us intently and I soon began adjusting my
hard cock through my bibs.  The driver smiled, stood up and walked over to
me.  Standing in front of me he undid the belt that was barely holding his
jeans up and let them fall to the ground.  His rock hard cock was poking
out of the fly of his boxers, a drop of juice beginning to form at the tip.
I looked at him, then his friend who was rubbing his own cock, mouth open
as though he'd never seen anything like this and I proceeded to lean
forward and suck the young mans uncut cock into my mouth.  I let my tongue
wash over the skin covered head of his cock, then dipping my tongue into
the folds of skin, proceeded to run it around the head of his dick.  My
young hispanic horn dog closed his eyes, threw his head back and let out a
string of obscenities in Spanish.  I proceeded to shuck the skin of his
cock back with my tongue and started going down on this horny and well hung
man.  I fished my own cock out of my bibs and while my head bobbed up and
down on his cock, my hand slowly fisted my own hard and leaking cock.  I
would pull off of his cock every now and then to gaze at it's brown beauty,
stroking it I would look up at him, snear, and tell him all the nasty
little dirty things I was going to do to him, all in Spanish.  He was
panting, begging me to suck his cock, begging me to let him cum.  I'd bring
him right to the point of cumming then back off, letting him slow down.
His friend was now standing beside the two of us, stroking his own uncut
hard cock, clear cock honey dribbling out the tip of his dick and hanging
in a long thread to the cement pool deck.  I knew I wasn't going to last
much longer and I know my horny friend was getting rather frustrated that I
wouldn't let him cum.  I decided it was time to release this poor young lad
from his torture.  I went back to his cock, my head bobbing as fast as I
could, sucking, licking, gnawing, chewing, doing everything in my power to
get him off.  I heard his friend grunt and groan and felt the spray of his
cum as it hit the side of my face.  I moaned, sending vibrations through
the young driver's cock as my own load shot out, spraying the young mans
boxer shorts with my cum.  He groaned, grunted twice, shoved his dick to
the back of my throat and unloaded.  I pulled him back so I could taste and
feel his load coat my tongue.  The salty sweet taste of his cum was heady
and I drank it all in.  I hadn't tasted another mans cock and cum since
Madison died and it was like an intoxicating liquor, I couldn't get enough.
I licked and swallowed and stroked, coaxing all of this man's cum out of
his cock.  His breathing was returning to normal as I cleaned his cock off
with my tongue and let go of it.  "Fuck!" was all he could say.  I stood,
tucking my wet cock into my bibs and the driver grabbed my shoulders, spun
me around and bent me over.  Slapping my ass he explained to me that
tomorrow, he'd be getting some of my tight man pussy for lunch and I'd be
eating his friends chorizo.  I looked over my shoulder, purring, I grinned
and said, "It's a deal!"  We all went back to work and by five the two
young men had managed to get all of the bedrooms (there were four in all)
and the hallway done.  All they had left was the living room, great room
and kitchen.  It would be an easy day for them tomorrow.  "Remember amigo!
Your ass is mine tomorrow!" the driver told me as they made their way to
their truck and headed off for the day.

I had checked out of the hotel that morning and decided I'd just sleep on
the floor at the house on a sleeping bag I had.  The flooring crew would be
here early in the morning as well as the moving crew the following day.  I
quickly showered, threw on some clean clothes and headed out of the house
in search of dinner.  Stopping at KFC I grabbed a box of chicken and went
back to the house to eat.  I had purchased a case of beer earlier in the
week and since I wasn't much of a drinker, decided I'd pop open a beer and
go take a swim.  The houses were all one story homes, it was an older part
of Palm Springs and everyone had planted hedge and the such along their
fences so they could have privacy in their back yard.  Taking advantage of
that, I decided to strip and dive in the pool.  I was laying in the water,
floating, lost in my own tranquility when something splashed next to me,
scaring the shit out of me.  I instantly went under, coming up, coughing
and spitting, clearing the water from my eyes, I saw Clark standing at the
side of the pool.  "Fucking asshole!  You scared the fucking shit out of
me!  What the hell?" I shouted, genuinely pissed at my neighbor.  Clark
started laughing, apologizing he explained that I'd left the security
screen door unlocked and when I hadn't answered and the house was wide
open, decided he best check on me.  He threw the nerf football at me to get
my attention, not intending to scare me.  I had now swam over to where he
was now sitting, his feet dangling in the water, wearing a pair of surfer
trunks and took the beer that he was offering me.  I didn't even think
about being totally buck assed nude, and when I did realize it, decided to
let the tingling in my cock make the decision for me as to whether I
dressed or not.

"Saw you leaving this morning in your uniform.  Everything going OK?" I
asked as I hauled my naked body out of the pool, paying attention to notice
that Clarks eyes were glued to my cock and balls.  "Nope, today was the
results of the hearing." Clark started.  I dried off and wrapped the towel
around my waist and sat down, waiting for Clark to finish.  He took a long
draw off his beer, belched, excused himself then just started bawling.  I
reached over and placed my hand on my neighbors knee as sobs racked his
strong broad shoulders.  "Awe man, dude, I'm so sorry." I said, remaining
silent as I let my neighbor sob. Sometimes the best thing to say is to say
nothing at all.  I sat, listening to Clark tell me about the hearing, how
they had determined he'd used excessive force, and the worst thing of all
for him to hear was that he was being stripped of his badge and removed
from the police force.  I continued to listen as he said he didn't know
what he was going to do, being a cop had been his life, he didn't want to
go work with his brother, he didn't know how Marla and the kids were going
to take the news, he hadn't told them yet.  I offered that they were his
family and no matter what, his family would stick by his side.  His sobs
had subsided, I got up, still nude, walked into the kitchen and grabbed
some napkins.  Coming back I handed them to him so he could wipe his nose,
"Thanks!" he said as I sat back down.  "I feel like getting shit faced
tonight, and I don't feel like being alone." Clark said, turning to me,
tears still running down his cheeks.  "OK," I said.  "I don't have anything
stronger than beer and I don't have anything comfortable to sleep on but
the floor." I added, patting my neighbor on the back.  "I'll be back."
Clark said as he rose and headed out of the house.  Coming back a few
minutes later he had a gym bag with him.  I was still sitting on the side
of the pool, only now I'd put on a pair of shorts, and as he sat down next
to me he reached into the gym bag and pulled out his trusty bong and a
fifth of Jack Daniels.  "I think this will do the trick!" He smiled as he
handed me the bong while he took a swig off the Jack.  I packed the bowl,
lit the bong, took a long drag off of it and passed it to him while he
passed me the Jack.  I took a swig off the Jack and immediately started
coughing as the burning liquid raced down my throat.  "You OK?" Clark
asked, patting me on the back.  I shook my head yes and was finally able to
catch my breath.  We continued to sit in silence, passing the Jack and the
bong back and forth between us, our heads beginning to swim and buzz from
the alcohol and the smoke.

"I could use a fucking massage!" Clark spurted out, rearranging himself so
that he was on the pool decking and laying down on his stomach.  "Oh shit,"
I thought to myself.  "You sure about that?" I asked.  Clark leaned up on
his elbows, grinned and motioned for the bong.  Taking another long drag
off it and exhaling he said, "Fuck yeah I'm sure, c'mon, help a buddy out!"
as he laid back down, closing his eyes.  I got up, straddeled him and
before I sat down took a long look at his broad shoulders and back.  I
followed his figure as it tapered to a slim waist, a small patch of brown
hair in the center of his back just above the waist band of his shorts.
"Let me get some lotion," I said and I left to get the only lotion I had,
suntan lotion with sunscreen.  Coming back, I straddeled his waist again
and sat down on his ass.  The firmness of his cheeks felt wonderful, my
shorts clad cock had managed to nestle itself into the crack of his cloth
covered ass.  "Hang on before you start." Clark said, lifting his hips up,
almost throwing me off and back into the pool.  In one swift motion he
removed his shorts and tossed them to the side.  "That's better." Clark
said.  "For whom?" I thought as my cock began to spring to life.  I grabbed
the Jack, took two long swigs from it and then squirted lotion into my
hands and started working on his shoulders.  His skin was soft, amazing to
the touch, like velvet.  His shoulders were massive and strong and I began
to think how lucky his wife must be when he's fucking her.  She gets to rub
and carress this mans back and shoulders.  My cock flexed in my shorts and
I felt the first drop of fluid leak out.  "Oh God, this is torture." I
thought as I continued to work on his shoulders.  I found two knots right
in the middle of his shoulder blades and began working on those in earnest.
"You carry your stress in your shoulders don't you." I said, the first hint
of sexual excitement showing in my voice. "Yeah, I do." Clark said as he
lifted to take a swig from the Jack.  "Feels fucking good buddy, please
don't stop." Clark said.  I continued to work on his shoulders, applying
more lotion as I began to move down his back.  I was now at the small of
his back, my hands shaking from being this close to his ass.  I got up off
of him and knealt to the side of him, admiring the two firm meaty globes
that formed his ass.  Like his chest, his ass was covered in a fine coating
for dark brown hair with a thicker trail of hair leading down the crack of
his ass.  I decided to not massage his ass, especially not knowing how he
would react.  "I think it's time for a bong break." I said shakily as I
wiped my hands off on the towel next to me.  Clark had already lit the bong
and was exhaling when he passed it to me, I took a long drag, held the
smoke in longer than normal and exhaled.  I took another swig of Jack and
proceeded to start on his massive thighs.  The rush of smoke and Jack was
taking its affect on me and I was no longer as nervous and hesitant as I
was before.  I decided rather to start with his thighs I'd work on his feet
first.  I scooted down, taking one of his massive, 13 inch feet into my
hands.  I was now fully buzzed from the smoke and the Jack and I marveled
at how long and slender his toes were.  I heard him groan softly and saw
his ass cheeks flex, lifting a little it appeared that he needed to adjust
himself.  I took my time with his feet, massaging the toes, balls of his
feet and heels.  His moans and groans of appreciation were beginning to
sound somewhat like those of a man in the throws of passion.  My cock
remained rock hard in my short, the wetness on the front of my shorts
growing exponentially.  I moved to his calves and as I did so, he spread
his legs wider and adjust again.  I could see the outline of his massive
balls, they were churning in their sack and I swear I could see just a hint
of his flesh covered cock poking out from underneath.  I drooled as I
worked his massive calves, stopping every now and then to take another hit
off smoke.  I was at full buzz state and my inhibitions were zero, my cock
was now beginning to call the shots and I decided it was time to remove my
shorts.  My cock slapped against my belly, smearing my navel with my juice.
I watched, fascinated as a strand of juice dripped out of my cock head and
landed on the side of his calf.  I heard him moan and knew, just knew, he
had to feel that.  As I moved from his calves to his thighs, he spread his
legs even wider.  His cock was tucked underneath and I got a full view of
it's massive head, a bead of cock juice running from the slit, the skin
naturally pulled back.  Clark was hard as a rock now and his mammoth balls
were drawing up in their sack.  My hands nudged his dick as I continued to
work his thighs.  Clark's groans were now taking on a heated tone and his
hips were gently flexing, clearly he was turned on and relaxed enough that
I might just get to take this to the next level.

My hands were shaking as I applied more lotion, now to his ass cheeks.  I
heard Clark take a sharp intake of breath as my hands touched the furry
globes of his ass.  Kneading, I moved his cheeks in a way that I could be
offered a glimpse at his pucker.  I kept applying more pressure, trying to
get his cheeks far enough so I could see.  Finally I got my first glance
and his beautiful, dark brown manpussy.  Taking both hands, I put one on
each cheek, right by his pucker, and began massaging them in a way that I
could pull his cheeks apart.  His pucker winked and me; Clark was now
beginning to pant.  I moved myself between his legs and using my knees,
spread his legs as wide as I could.  I met no resistance and was greeted
with a full view of Clark's hard leaking cock, balls and now his sweet
hole.  Getting even bolder, I leaned in, darting my tongue out I tasted his
pucker.  Clark gasped but made no movement to indicate he didn't like this.
I let my tongue linger on his sweet hole, as Clark whimpered.  I started to
gently lick the crack of Clark's ass, sighs and coo's escaping from him.
He was gently beginning to grind his hips as my tongue traced up the length
of his ass crack.  Clark bucked his hips back, giving me more access to his
backdoor.  Before long I was devouring him, my tongue licking and darting
into his manpussy.  Clark was bucking and panting, moaning as I continued
to feast on his ass.  "Hang on." Clark said as he reared up on his knees.
He took another swig of whiskey, another toke on the bong and then got in a
doggy style position, ass up in the air, head resting on his folded arms.
He spread his legs as wide as he could and I resumed eating his ass.  I
reached under him and grabbed his rock hard cock.  It was thick, I couldn't
get my hand completely around his dick and as I gently stroked him my
tongue started fucking his hole.  His cock was drooling, strands of clear
liquid oozing out of the tip of his partially covered head.  I gently
pulled his dick back and started licking from his hole down to the tip of
his dick, drinking in the salty musky taste of his cock juice.  "Oh, Oh."
Clark shouted as he bucked further back, forcing his cock down my mouth.
"Awe fuck, fuck, fuck, awe yeah." Clark moaned as I devoured his cock,
taking his thick juicy fuck stick to the base.  I wet my finger and began
tracing the outlines of his already wet and puffed up hole while I sucked
his dick.  Clark jerked and spasmed, his cock bucking in my mouth, more
clear juice spurting on my tongue.  "Yeah, that's it buddy, take that
fucking cock in your mouth, c'mon, fucking work on that thick piece of
meat." Clark panted.  I began to gently insert my finger into Clark's ass
and groaned at how tight it was.  His ass lips sucked my finger in, Clark
bucked as I entered his virgin hole.  "Awee
fffffuuuuccccckkkkkkiiinnnnnggggg yeah!" he shouted.  "God DAMN that's
fucking good!" he shouted as he humped my finger.  I soon added two and
before long Clark was bouncing his ass back and forth, shoving his cock
further down my throat while he road my fingers.  I attempted to insert
three and I heard Clark wince in pain.  "Easy buddy, easy, nothing's been
in there before now." Clark purred as he slowly slid down my three fingers,
stretching his hole.  "Awe yeah, fucking feels so good, yeah, got my
buddy's fingers up my hole, yeah oh yeah." Clark whimpered as he bucked
faster and harder.  I finally added the forth finger, again Clark wincing
but still trying to accomodate with his virgin hole.  "Awe fuck James, fuck
yeah man.  James, James." Clark panted and whined.  "Oh fuck me, I wanna
feel your cock inside me, c'mon fucking fuck my tight hole." Clark begged.
I slowly removed my fingers and spit out his cock.  Stroking his hard cock
I asked him if he was sure.  He said yes as long as I went slow.  Rather
than try to mount him, I scooted up between his legs so we were face to
face, me on the bottom, him straddling me.  "Clark, listen to me.  First,
are you sure?  Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.  "Oh fuck yeah,
fuck yeah, GOD yeah." Clark panted.  "OK then, get your ass good and lubed
as well as my cock.  Then I want you to take the tip of my dick and place
it at your hole and gently sit down on my cock.  While my cock is going in,
you push out, like you're taking a shit.  Clark, it's gonna hurt." I
explained.  "Oh buddy I don't care, god your tongue and fingers, oh fuck
James, just let me have your dick." Clark panted, leaning forward and
shoving his tongue down my throat.  We continued to kiss like this while
Clark lubed himself up.  Pulling off my mouth, he reached back and placed
the head of my cock at the entrance to his ass.  Clark reared his head
back, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh as he slowly sat down on my
dick. He'd taken about half of my length when his cock erupted. Massive
ropes of creamy white cock honey sprayed me, coating my chin and lips.
Clark leaned forward and began licking his cum off my chin, feeding it back
to me as he took the rest of my cock up his ass.  His cock was still
bucking and jerking, cum dribbling out the tip and soaking my pubes and
stomach.  I was lost in the thrill of feeling a virgin ass, his ass was so
tight I thought for a minute it was going to break my cock in half.  "Oh
fuck Clark, fuck your ass is so tight, so tight." I cooed, finding his hard
nipples and gently tugging and sqeezing them as he started bouncing up and
down on my hard cock.  His cock was still rock hard and I watched it bounce
up and down, slapping my stomach, after cum coating my thick hair.

"Awe fuck yeah buddy, fucking yeah, oh fuck, I'm taking my buddy's cock in
my ass, yeah, I'm riding my buddy's cock.  Oh you feel so good in my ass,
oh yeah. Clark cried, again leaning forward and shoving his tongue in my
mouth.  "Oh fuck Clark, your tight ass is gonna milk my cock, oh yeah baby,
I'm getting close, so close.  I'm gonna paint your insides with my fucking
cum baby!  Oh shit, oh shit, get ready, I'm gonna shoot!" I cried out as I
bucked my hips into Clark, my pent up cum spraying deep inside him.  "Oh
fuck, oh fuck!" We both cried out and Clarks cock erupted again in a
massive load.  I grabbed his spitting dick and aimed it towards my mouth,
leaning up a little I was able to get his cock to shoot it's load directly
on my tongue.  I let go of his cock, letting the rest of his load spray
wherever, mostly on my stomach.  Spent, Clark fell foward on top of me,
both of us panting, covered in sweat and cum.  I could feel my load begin
to run down the back of my cock and onto my balls, I could also feel Clark
clenching his ass, trying to keep my now wilting dick deep inside him.  We
kissed passionately as we came down off our high.  I felt Clark buck again
as his cock spit out more cum.  To my surprise, my cock was hard again.
Clark leaned up, "Oh fuck, yeah, wanna go again?" he said looking down on
me.  "Yeah, but I have an idea, I want to feel your massive cock inside my
ass!" I panted.  Clark lifted himself off me and got between my legs.
Lifting my legs back and onto his shoulders his hard cock soon found my
hole.  His cock was leaking enough that he didn't need to lube me up as he
slowly pushed his mammoth head inside me.  I gasped as I felt his head
slide past my ring and deep inside my ass.  "Awe fuck man, awe fuck, your
cock feels so good up my ass.  C'mon, fuck me bitch!  Fuck me hard!" I
shouted as I squeezed and twisted my rock hard nipples.  Clark groaned,
"shit man, my fucking wife ain't this tight!  I think you got yourself a
new butt buddy James." Clark said as he began to jackhammer my ass.  Our
cries of ectasy echoed out both of us bucking and gyrating.  Kissing,
tongues fighting tongues, hands twisting nipples, his slapping my ass and
he power fucked my hole.  God it felt good, I hadn't been fucked in over a
year and feeling my neighbors big ole cop cock up my ass was just what I
had been needed.  I grunted and panted and bucked and squirmed, begging him
to fuck me, fuck me hard I would shout out.  "Oh fuck, shove that big cop
cock deep in my ass man, oh fuck yeah, c'mon, pound my motherfucking ass.
Give it to me, yeah, ride that ass!" I shouted, my hand flying fast and
furious over my cock.  "Oh shit, Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum James, I'm gonna
cum!  Get ready, get ready, oh fucking yeah, yeah gonna shoot my load in
your ass, oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Clark shouted as the
slammed into me again.  My own cock started shooting as I felt jet after
jet of hot cum shoot deep inside my torn up ass.  I bucked and bucked on
his dick harder and harder as I shot my load.  Clark pulled his withering
cock out of my ass, grabbed me by the hand, stood me up and together we
dove into the pool, letting the warm water wash the cum off our bodies.  We
stood in the shallow end, arms wrapped around waists, kissing, feeling one
another, reveling in the after delight of pure raw sex.  I pulled off of
Clark's mouth, looked in his eyes and asked again, "Clark, are you going to
be OK with this?"  "Fucking A buddy!" was all he said as he pulled me to
him, our heads resting on each other's shoulders.

Standing there I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but think that when the
effects of the alcohol and smoke wore off that he would have a tremendous
amount of guilt for what we had just done.  I also couldn't help but think
about whether I would experience guilt or not.  I hadn't had sex since
Madison died and now, not only had I just gotten by brains fucked out, but
it just happened to be with my married, former cop neighbor.  I looked to
the night sky and silently called out for Madison.


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