Date: Fri, 21 Aug 1998 07:05:21 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Tag Team Sucker - 8

Our friend and neighbor Joe has come along way (no pun intended) in the 
two and a half years we've been giving him regular head jobs. From a guy 
who was shy and reluctant because somebody might find out he's now even 
recommending us to friends. Thank God for Joe and thank Joe for his cute 
33 year old friend with the big dick.

Joe met Jon at Gold's Gym where they both work out regularly. Since they 
usually go to the gym at the same time they became friendly and as time 
passed, friends who'd occasionally go out drinking. Jon's a blackjack 
dealer at one of the Connecticut casinos on third shift, his wife works 
there also on second shift, so he has lots of free time away from the 
little woman.

On one of their "boys' nights out" Joe and Jon decided to take in a show 
at one of the local strip joints, they were featuring some famous 
stripper with knockers the size of casaba melons, a body part which both 
guys are apparently much taken with. By the time they left the place 
each had a vodka buzz going and after having watched the "talent" of the 
performers both were up and hard. Naturally, as Jon was driving Joe 
home, the conversation centered on sex. Jon confided that his very 
favorite kind of sex was a long, slow blow job. He also complained that 
his wife had never been able to do him to completion because he was too 
big for her to handle.

"Don't complain too much," Joe told him, "at least you have a wife. Mine 
ran off with somebody else. 'Course she didn't like sucking much anyway. 
But I agree with you, there's noting better than just kicking back while 
somebody plays a tune on your flute."

"Yeah. What do you do for sex anyway? Got any hot babes on the line who 
might be interested in giving me what I'm looking for?"

Joe laughed, "I know two who'd be interested, but you might not be."

"If they give good head I'd be interested."

"Don't be too sure."

"I'm sure."

"They're guys."

"Whoa! You telling me you're bi."

"Not exactly, at least I'm not interested in doing anything to a guy, 
but these two guys can do the most incredible things to my cock, they 
usually get me to shoot at least twice. I've been feeding them my dick 
since about the time my wife ran off."

"No shit?"

Joe went on to explain that we were his next door neighbors and how the 
whole thing had happened. "So, if you're interested, I'm sure they'd be 
more than happy to take care of you."

"I don't know. Like I said, there's nothing I like better than a good 
honk job, but I've never even thought about letting a guy near me. I'd 
have to think about that for a long time."

"That's cool, but if you'd like to give it a try let me know and I'll 
set something up for you. I guarantee it'll be one of the best blow jobs 
you'll ever get."

That's the way they left it and Joe said nothing to us, at least not at 
that time. About three weeks later while at the gym Jon asked Joe if the 
offer to "set something up" still stood.

"Sure, I don't think that'll be a problem. So have you decided to give 
it a try?"

"Not yet, but I am very curious. It sounds just kinky enough to turn me 
on. I've always fantasized about having two person chowing down on me 
while I just leaned back letting them do all the work, but like I said 
I'd never thought about letting guys do me. But when you get right down 
to it a mouth's a mouth. Let's say I decide to give it a try but at the 
last minute freak and change my mind. How would these guys deal with 
that?"

"Don't worry. They're just about the nicest, coolest dudes you ever want 
to meet. If something like that happened they be the first to tell you 
to go with what your feeling. If you want I can set it up that way. You 
know, like just a visit and then if you want to take it further, well 
then you're right there."

So it what was decided. Joe came over that evening and told us about 
Jon. Mike and I were, of course, only too glad to go along with the 
plan, especially when we heard about the part that Jon was too big for 
his wife to handle. We set it up so that Jon would come over on Thursday 
evening around 8:00 so that whatever happened (or didn't) he'd be able 
to get to work on time for 11:00. 

With all the talk about sex, the three of us had gotten pretty horny so 
as a way of thanking Joe for his referral Mike and I lightened him of 
two loads. He left with a big smile on his face saying "Jon's gonna be 
real happy."

On Thurday, after dinner, Mike went out to do some pruning in the 
Japanese garden, while I did some work on the computer. Just before 8:00 
I heard a car pull into the drive way. I went into the solarium in time 
to see Mike greet our visitor. Joe was right, he was short, only about 
5'7", but with a body to kill for. This was one compact little stud and 
just as cute as a guy can be. He had close cropped, sandy blond hair 
with, as I soon discovered, sparkling gray eyes. He was wearing nothing 
but baggy white shorts and a way oversized white tee-shirt; he was bare 
footed and had small, perfectly formed feet.

We made introductions all around when he and Mike came into the house. 
We showed him into the living room, he took a seat in the neo-deco 
recliner while Mike and I each sat opposite him on the couch. He 
declined my offer of a brew, saying that the casino was real strick 
about employee's smelling of booze.

"But," he said "if you guys have any grass I wouldn't mind smoking a 
little. Right now I'm kinda very nervous and it helps me relax." Then 
after a pause added sheepishly, "it also makes me very horny."

Before you could say Zig-zag I'd gone into our stash and twisted up a 
fat joint. We passed it around and answered Jon's questions. He wanted 
to know how long we'd been together. How long we'd been "entertaining" 
straight guys. What did we get out of it. Where did we do it; how did we 
do it, together or one at a time. We knew he was just trying to cope so 
we let him go on and just answered all his questions truthfully. After 
about a half hour of this the topic changed to how much he enjoyed a 
good blow job. He looked so sexy and his enthusiasm while explaining how 
much he enjoyed getting his cock sucked had both Mike and me stiff. At 
that point if he'd said no we might just have jumped him.

Instead, when his conversation dwindled and there was a long, obvious 
pause, I asked, "well, what to you think? Would you like to give it a 
try?"

"Why not?" And as if to punctuate the point he spread his short little 
legs wide open revealing a definate tent in his baggy shorts. Mike and I 
got down on the floor, one on either side of him. I reached out and 
placed my right hand over his rock hard meat, gently massaging it with 
the palm. Mike began running his hands up and down his legs and into the 
bottom of each pant leg. Jon threw his head back, screwing his eye 
closed, but offering no resistance as I slipped the tee shirt off his 
torso and over his head. When I hooked my thumbs on either side of the 
waist of his shorts he obligingly raised his ass so I could slide them 
off with little effort. He wasn't wearing underwear so is cock sprang 
out hard and proud, slapping back onto his tight, flat stomach. A drop 
of precum splash into his naval and more bubbled out of the large meaty, 
circumsized head. His cock was huge, at least 8 inches of super fat dick 
meat, enough to feed a small army or two hungry cockmen. 

I couldn't resist. I reached out and pulled his cock forward, leaned in 
and lapped up the clear nectar with the point of my tongue. It tasted 
just like sugar syrup. I wanted more so without hesitation I swallowed 
him to the hilt. I heard him gasp above me and then he just started 
purring. I was rewarded with a steady flow of his sugary dew and savored 
the flavor. Mike moved in and began working on Jon's ample balls. The 
purring changed into low moans. 

After going at it for about 20 minute, with Mike and I trading places a 
number of times, it became obvious Jon couldn't hold out much longer. 
Mike, who'd been working feverishly on the thick head and shaft for the 
past 5 minutes backed off as a sign that I should finish him off. 

I moved up from his ballsac and onto the beautiful cock. It filled my 
mouth so satisfyingly as I worked it up and down. I pushed deep giving 
it enterance into my throat. Jon was now groaning loudly. He scooted 
forward on the chair and wrapped his short legs around me. He began to 
thrust upward in time with my mouth's downward motion, invading my 
throat deeper still. I could feel his throbbing and pulsing, the shaft 
gaining girth, the head swelling further. He came with a roar belying 
his size. He filled my mouth with white hot blasts the sweetest man 
juice its been my pleasure to taste. I wanted it all, but managed to 
reserve a small amount for Mike to taste. 

I pulled reluctantly away from him and looked up at his face. "Oh God, 
that was absolutely the best blow job I've ever had." He again looked 
sheepish. "Joe said you could make him cum twice?" He put it in the form 
of a question.

I grinned, looked over at Mike and swallowed. Mike could have this next 
load all for himself.