Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2000 20:07:38 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 46

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 46"

PART 46: ROSCOE

Thank God for parents who name their boys shit like Roscoe.  I mean, is
that a real name or what?  I never remembered to ask, but who could blame
me, what with the ball I had, first scamming on his firm ass under that
dirty, torn and loose-as-hell jumpsuit he was sauntering around in, and
later...well, later.  I aint bitchin about what they wear, him and all
the other grease monkeys at the garage where I took my Jeep Cruz for an oil
change.  Only, with Roscoe, I could stand there staring through the big,
glass window onto the work area, and since he was right there in front of
me, working on Cruz, I saw him fine.  Him and his loose balls hanging off
to one side and his lazy, soft dick off to the other for anyone to see.
Anyone like me.  Shit!

Man, that hot, grimy mechanic dude gave ME a damn roscoe, you know he did!
I barely made out his name stitched onto the breast of his blue jumpsuit
from all the engine oil and soot over it, and I sighed and let my eyes roam
all over his lean, mean body.  Roscoe's 19, I found out...oh,
yeah...6'2", with dirty blond hair that dangles onto his broad shoulders,
and when he looked up at me now and then to confirm the fag alert he was
getting loud and clear, his powder blues hit me in the face and knocked me
silly.  And he liked to grin a little more each time he did it, the fucker!

Twice he scratched his nuts hard, but only because they were sweaty-itchy,
I knew, nothing more, and once he even reached behind him and dug at the
crack of his ass, which made me go so light and funny in the head I thought
it was over for me.  When he was finished yanking his Boxers free of that
tight hole, I found myself busted yet again...but that time I noticed
Roscoe's other hand, by his waist, was flipping me the bird and wagging it
in the lewdest, most teasing way I ever saw a dude flip me off!  Sure I've
had guys give me the old finger, big deal.  Sweet boy juice flowed out of
my boner, and I clenched my jaw and raised my other stiff joint up above
the wall that separated us.

Oh, and damn!  When Roscoe saw that, his eyes focused on it, down there
rhythmically tapping the glass, and then they bulged, and he turned away
fast, whether intensely pissed or whatever, I don't know.  Well, don't
expect me, Jay, as shameless a cocksucker as ever there was, to back down
from anything.  So Roscoe watched his work and nothing else from there on
until he was done, and then when he put everything back together and stood
there with one hand on his hip and the other powering down Cruz, his
outrageous eyes bored into me for real, and I had to force myself not to
flinch then, I admit it.  My heart raced.  Was there gonna be a scene?
I've actually never caused a scene, yet.  His tongue moved around in his
mouth, absently or looking for something, don't ask me.  He had a stone,
cold poker face.  I had a stone cock.

I sat down finally, now that he was done, and psyched myself up for
whatever, and then he rounded the corner and came at me fast, so fast all I
did was sit up, and he...he crouched down by my feet, his knees spread
for balance, his butt close to the scuffed floor, and his pouch of manhood
all bundled up tight where I couldn't help but see it and the tell-tale
grease smudges all around it, so of course I swallowed hard and blinked and
licked my lips, and I'm sure my eyes glazed over!

"Okay...Jay...here it is."  His voice was coarse and deep.  He seemed
to wait for a sign from me, but I was too tensed up, physically and
sexually, to react, maybe.  "Your fluids were all low, so I topped them
off.  No charge."  He paused again, until I tried to thank him.  "You're
gonna wanna look at new tires soon, but the cops won't start hasslin you
for a while, I guess, and the treads are wearing unevenly so they could
stand a little rotation and balance, maybe.  Other than that you're lookin
fine...Jay."

"Thanks...Roscoe."

"Uh-huh.  Hey!"  That time I flinched!  Fuck me!  "Look, man...always
watch your fluids, you know?"

I stared, for the first time free to gaze directly into that sexy man's
powerful eyes, and he stared right back into mine.  I couldn't read him for
shit, and it pissed me off good!  That's when he lifted a little on his
haunches and looked away, but then he eased down again, glanced at the
floor and finally right smack into my bewildered eyes.

"People don't realize how important the little things are, see.  You know?"
Only, he didn't wait for an answer.  "Okay...Jay...I'm off now.  Go pay
and I'll meet you out front."

Roscoe stood and turned and was gone, leaving me to breathe again and shake
my head before getting up and walking in a daze to the front end to pay, as
the man said.  They gave me my keys, and Cruz purred for me as I started
him up and drove around front.  I guess I didn't really expect Roscoe to be
out there.  He was leaning against the end of the building, in the shade,
not even watching for me.  I gasped.  My pecker throbbed harder than ever
in my pants.  A fine mist of sweat broke out all over me.

When I pulled up next to him, he noticed me at last and got in and said,
"Drive, Jay," so I drove.  I pinched my leg to see if it was a dream, no
shit!  "Left up here, man."  I went left.  My eyes wandered to his lap,
which was bunched up nicely around the bulge of his tools, and he said,
"Right," and I looked back at the road just in time to make it.  "Over
there, by that old pick-up on blocks."

All I could see as we got out was Roscoe popping open his jumpsuit and
squirming out of the sleeves, then rolling it down to his waist and pulling
off a sweaty T-shirt.  His pits were thick and black and shiny with his
wetness, and his nose went absently to one of them and sniffed himself
good.  He saw me watching and cocked his head to me to get comfortable,
too, if I wanted.  Man, oh, man, I did.

For the first time he let his eyes settle on me, on my broad, athletic
chest with hardly any hair except for the nice, thick happy trail down into
my loose jeans, and I was wearing nothing underneath so my cockhead was
poking almost out of the waist off to the side, and my bush was clear as
day for him to see.  He saw.  Then he looked away and ran his fingers
through his hair, and that was when I noticed he'd already washed his hands
somehow.  Roscoe headed inside a big apartment building, and I followed, my
eyes glued to his fine butt flexing with every slow step he took.

It was a studio place, a real mess, too, but only from dirty clothes all
over and tools and some CDs.  There were no dishes in the little kitchen.
I was looking around like that when I felt his hands take me from behind,
and my whole body spazzed.  He gripped my sides and squeezed, and when I
tried to turn he held me hard in place, where he wanted me, and I just
shivered head to feet.  It was like he was gauging me, calibrating me,
doing God knows what to me, but damn if I wanted him to stop!

Gradually, Roscoe's hands lightened up until his fingers caressed my bare
skin all over, from my shoulders and neck down my arms to my waist and back
up my spine, giving me the most intense wave of pleasure!  My back arched,
and I felt his heat close in on me so I tried to turn again...but that
time he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face into a wall, not
hard but forceful, and something in me said fuck that so I elbowed him in
the gut and spun and got my right hand around his throat...

But Roscoe ground his jaws and stared me down, and as my grip on him turned
to jelly he knocked it away without a thought and twisted my wrist until my
face was back in the wall and my right arm was behind me and his flaring
hot belly was pressed to my back, and I knew it was a big old hard-on I
felt knocking at my rear so really I chilled.  I could have resisted, okay,
but I had to see what he had in mind.  That's all.  He sensed it, I guess,
and let go of my wrist, and I lay both palms flat on the wall.  I was
breathing hard simply because I'm so fucking queer it's pathetic!

Roscoe caressed me again, only his whole body was pressed to mine and his
breath hit my neck in ragged spurts.  It smelled a little sour, but I dug
it a lot.  Not bad, just sour, sexy, manly.  His nose dug into my neck
right when his fingers invaded my pits!  OHMYGOD!  I died!  My whole body
sagged, and he kept me on my feet with his weight pressing into me.

One of his hands left my pit and then went to my mouth and inside, and I
closed my eyes and sucked on it and tasted him and me and the shop, and
again he had to hold me up, and then that tasty finger pulled out of my
mouth and dropped to his jumpsuit and tugged viciously until I heard and
felt the cloth drop to his ankles, and his naked erection jabbed into the
worn crack of my jeans.  He went to humping me like that steady and
determined, and his breath escalated into grunts.  His arms wrapped around
my chest and hugged me tighter than anyone ever hugged me, okay, it
was...fucking wild and exhilarating!  I was Roscoe's!

But when he BIT my earlobe, it drove me insane like never before.  My whole
body writhed under his.  Roscoe's hands went down and took my huge bulge,
and he made a hot sound of disbelief before snaking one hand under the
front and one under the back of my pants and feeling me up super-dirty!
Roscoe knows how to jack a dude!  He also knows how to tease a guy's rim,
but not for long on either because suddenly he had to rip open my pants and
let them drop so he could feel me up for real.  He was so rough, and his
hands were callused and cut, and his prick moved for a clear shot up into
my shoot, and part of me really wanted him to ram it dry and fast all the
way, I mean it felt like it was maybe as big as mine!

But then Roscoe spun me around and forced me down on my knees and bucked
his hips at my face, and I got my first look at that stud's thing.  It was
8.5" but thick like my bro's, only his knob was flared out and angry red,
and I licked his sweet, clear juice off and heard him whimper and felt him
shake all over, then he stuck it in my mouth, using his hand to guide it,
and I smelled motor oil and gas and sweat and spunk, and the next second he
had all of his cock down my throat!  I felt whole.  What can I say?

I tasted all of those manly things on him and swooned even on my knees, but
he held onto my head and pumped it in and out, easy, no hurry then, he
didn't want that blowjob to end too soon.  His balls slapped my throat,
that's how big the bastards are!  Big and baby smooth.  Roscoe fucked my
face, and I tasted his clear salty sweet stuff gushing in my mouth and
throat.  I got my fingers up his crack and felt thick, sweaty butt hair and
a puckered, puffy, damp and probably virgin hole, and it made Roscoe
stumble and grunt so his legs went wider and my middle finger, the one I
flipped him earlier, penetrated that sacred hole fast and dirty.

"OHHHH!  WAIT!"

Fuck that!  I wasn't waitin for shit!  I finger fucked Roscoe hard and
nasty, at least, even if I'd never get to fuck him the way I wanted, right,
and pretty soon you could tell he dug it.  Oh, yeah.  His panting and
swaying and slower face fucking and all, okay, yeah, Roscoe loved my digit
up his hole.  I just kept picturing my dick in its place, but that's when
he went off in me.  Not a sound from Roscoe, but his cock swelled twice as
big and started twitching and shuddering in me, and first I smelled his
spunk, then I tasted it good and felt the huge, warm clumps of mechanic jiz
settling into the wet creases of my inner boyhood.

When his body uncoiled, Roscoe pulled out of me and crouched down like he
did back at the shop and looked in my eyes, only sweeter, and whispered,
"I've been trying to get a girl to do it like that forever, Jay," and that
was all, but he took my hands and led me to the middle of the floor and lay
me down gently, then stretched out with his head by my waist and put his
arm over me and grabbed my slick cock with his other hand.  He licked his
lips unsurely.

"Tell me if I don't do it right, okay, Jay?  I don't...I mean...oh,
damn it, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, okay?"

Oh, was that boy ever wrong!  He swallowed me halfway and choked til his
nose ran, but he made love to my dick like only a man knows how.  His
fingers played with my tight nuts, and his head went up and down, steady,
slow, and his tongue licked my shaft every second of it!  I played with his
hair and shoulders and watched his hot face, his eyes closed, and gently
helped his head go down further a little at a time until he did it.  Roscoe
sucked my whole 9.5 down his throat, even though he couldn't breathe!  He
had to stop a lot, but then he went all the way back down to my pubes.

Only because of how he had to stop and go all the time, I lasted a couple
of minutes of that!  But then I broke out in a total body sweat and
shouted, "Oh, God!  Oh, God!  I'm...I'm gonna cum!  Dude, I'm gonna!
Gonna!  GONNA!  CUM!"

And I did, and Roscoe choked and sputtered but took it.  My eyes squeezed
shut and my mouth flew open, and I heard Roscoe gagging on my meat and
cream surprise, and he coughed around that big thing so I felt my seed and
his spit hitting my sensitive skin, but damn, he kept sucking!  Plus his
hand clamped down on my prick and helped coax out more of my stuff, and
finally he stopped and climbed up on top of me and rested most of his
weight on my hard teenage body and lay his head over my shoulder so our
cheeks pressed together.  His bristles made me gasp again!  Shit, who
wouldn't?

Then I smelled our sexes mingled together, both of us, and I had to lick
some of his off him.  My tongue lapped on his neck and then his bristles,
and the taste was so fucking hot and male that my legs went up on their own
and wrapped around him, and so did my arms, I guess!  I was eating the poor
dude's face.

"Oh, man, Jay, that tickles, dude!  Stop, man!  Please!"

But he blew it when he turned his face to mine and let me see those eyes
sparkle, because I lost it and laid one on him, just my lips on his, okay,
but still he freaked and tensed all over, and his eyes got wide, but I
kissed him again and sort of sucked on his lower lip to taste his drippy
mouth, and he weakened, I saw it in his eyes, plus I felt his mouth respond
to mine gently at first, breathless in wonder.

Then his whole body got into it.  He wrapped his arms around me, one under
my neck and the other under my shoulder blade, and he kissed me with all of
his passion while his hips ground his still stiff cock into my nuts, which
were loose and wet after the first cumming, and my legs and arms held on
tight.

"Eat me," I begged, and Roscoe's eyes opened.  He grinned, not sure he got
me, so I nodded.  "Yeah, man.  Please?  It's all I want, and I swear you
can do anything to me then, ANYTHING."

"Anything?"  He looked wicked, man.  Totally wicked.  His evil eyes stayed
on mine as he went down...down...all the way, pausing to sniff my funky
boy balls and snag a quick taste off them.  He pushed my legs back and lay
on his belly, and I felt his face right there in my private place, and then
he inhaled me.  All of me.  He sniffed and nosed me there and pressed his
lips to my rim, which sent shivers of delight through my nasty ass.  Then
he...

"OH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I screamed it, okay, I admit, I screamed my ass off until I was just plain
wailing in ecstasy.  No one's tongue in my rear ever made me spaz off like
that, I swear, but the sudden intrusion of Roscoe's sinful, hard, sloppy,
wet, man tongue violating my shithole drove me all the way insane!  Roscoe
giggled!  Knowing he could do that to me, okay, it just made the boy come
out and giggle!

"OH, EAT ME, ROSCOE, BOY, EAT ME EAT ME EAT ME!"

He ate me.  Long and all the way, with his whole mouth, slurping and
licking and tonguing, and I felt his mouth juice washing all over my cheeks
and dripping down my spine, and then when I opened my eyes again I saw him
watching my face up over my cock and balls, and his eyes twinkled at me!
Oh, my fucking God!  I smiled all the way for him, and his eyes closed in
pleasure.

Who knows how long he ate me.  Five minutes?  Ten?  An hour?  I wasn't
going to stop him.  The dude kept thinking of new ways.  Finally he ended
up literally sucking my ass and biting at it with his bad boy little teeth,
and I damn near passed out.  He stopped and licked his lips and sighed, and
he let my legs drop to the floor and pushed on my hip until I rolled on my
side, but he wanted me to go further so when I was on my stomach it hit me!

Oh, shit!

Roscoe tugged on my hips.  I scooted back and up onto my knees, with my
head down and my face on the carpet.  My hands tried to grab on to
something for support but the carpet was low.  His dick had gone to
half-hard, okay, I felt it pressed to my left leg as he fingered my
well-used asshole.

"You said anything, Jay."

"Uh-huh!"

"There's only one thing I wanna try, dude, and it's real...bad."

My brain raced.  "What are you saying, Roscoe, do you want to piss on me or
something?"

"Oh!  Uh...well, would you let me?"

"I'm yours, man!  Go for it!"

"Well, that's not it, but that sounds kind of interesting.  Maybe later."

"Well...I mean it, Roscoe.  Whatever you want, I'm all yours.  Just..."

WHACK!

"OWWWW!"

WHACK!

"FUCK MEEE!"

The bastard was spanking me!  Hard!  Oh, man, it hurt bad!  His hand stung
my poor little white butt!  He kept going, nice and even and hard as hell,
just his one hand, but it was sure enough!  Fuck, it stung like hell!  And
the worst part was knowing exactly when it was coming because he was so
damn into the rhythm of the spanking he was putting on my ass!  My face
burned and dripped sweat into the carpet.  My whole body shuddered with
every WHACK of his strong, rough hand on my boy rear.

But I looked up under myself, and what I saw amazed me!  My penis!  It
wasn't just hard, it was bouncing all over!  And dripping a huge mess of
precum down to the floor!  My balls were dancing from the beating Roscoe
was giving me, and I warmed up in a nice way, getting into it for real,
digging the pain and the kinky pleasure that man was giving me.

"OHHHH!" I groan-grunted like the dirty faggot I am, and Roscoe heard and
went faster...and harder.  He alternated between my cheeks and covered
both of them completely, and I wished I could see the angry red marks I
knew he had to be making back there.  I bit into the low carpet somehow,
bit it and tore it with my teeth, and it helped me take it better, what
Roscoe was doing to me, I took everything he gave me even when he made me
cry, okay, because...shit, this is hard to explain, but the tears were
for joy AND agony!  Yeah, fuck ME!

Roscoe was digging it totally.  He was slapping my ass silly, everywhere,
sometimes nicking my nuts when they flew back too far, or my sweat-slick
anus sticking out at that man begging him to fuck it, but no, Roscoe wasn't
done spanking his boy yet, no way!  He did it harder, I know he did,
because right when I thought I was getting used to the pain it would hurt
like holy fucking goddamn shit again!  Man, how bad can a spanking be?  My
pop never spanked me that bad!  Now, there's an idea!  It actually made my
pecker jump and gush more!

"Does it hurt?" Roscoe demanded hoarsely.

"Fuckin-A, man, it hurts worse than anything!  I'm fuckin cryin here,
dude!"

"OHH!  COOOL!"

Cool?  Roscoe lost it then, slapping me insanely with his one hand while
his other shoved my head down flat to the floor, and I don't know if the
motherfucker wore out or what, or if he heard my little sobs because I
couldn't help it, okay, it hurt so damn good I was practically bawling in
ecstasy, but anyway he stopped.  Just like that.  He let go of me, both
hands, and I know he kneeled there catching his breath as I caught mine,
but my breath was coming out in powerless wracking waves.  Still, I felt so
alive it was overpowering!  My butt ached, but my dick was ready to spray
one humongous wad!

Out of nowhere, Roscoe's hand touched my battered behind, and I jumped.  My
head came up, and he was looking at me funny.

"I don't know where that came from, Jay."

The man was so cute and sincere, I had to laugh through my watery eyes.  He
moved behind me again, and I tensed for the blow, but he just stroked me
soft and nice back there and even bent over and kissed my ass.  It felt so
good.  Gently he pushed me forward onto my stomach again, but just before I
was all the way down he reached under me and squeezed my dripping monster
and took a big palm full of my clear stuff.  Roscoe rubbed my natural lube
over his big cock, and I sighed in relief.

"Is it, like, obvious how I put it in, dude?" he asked me quietly, slightly
embarrassed to have to ask.

"I know you know how to do this, you bastard fucker!" I taunted him, partly
because I really wanted it up the shitter as hard and cruel as he spanked
my homo ass!  Still it's a shock when you actually get what you ask for!

Without further ado, Roscoe's roscoe was way up there!  As far as it could
go.  His pubes tickled my backside, I'm sure, if I could have felt anything
in that region of my body, but I felt every hard, thick inch of that
mechanic's tool plunging into my tight shed!  My love shack!  God, Roscoe's
such a man I closed my eyes and bared my teeth in total homosexual thrill!

"THAT'S IT, ROSCOE, DAMNIT, DON'T STOP NOW!" I shouted, because he actually
froze, as if he didn't believe it or some shit.  So he got it together and
went for it, in and out, in and out, testing, but he got it good fast and
when he did...fuck me!  And he did.  He grabbed my waist and pumped it
furiously in and out of my well-used young body, but never used like that!

Okay, my clear stuff wasn't enough, really, but I wasn't going to complain.
I'm a Rugger, don't you forget it!  I gritted my teeth and took it like the
rough-and-tumble little man I am, and I dug every searing stroke of
Roscoe's dick in my guts.  After a few minutes he leaned over me, and his
weight forced me all the way down and prone under him, and sensing this
advantage seemed to send him over the edge.

I mean, Roscoe looped his arms up under my shoulders and held on hard while
he pounded my late adolescent ass!  He grunted and sprayed spit on my neck
and put his face down by mine finally, but more than anything he went on
and on!  I LOVED IT!  The man could really screw!  Just suck him off once
real fast, and then watch him go!  Perfect!  I started making these
involuntary little cries of shock and pain and happiness and incredible
satisfaction, and that's when Roscoe moved his arms so his hands could take
my head and move it around to his, and he grunted like a total animal as he
buried himself to the hilt in me and kissed me wet and slobbery with his
tongue and everything!  What more could a 17-year-old fag ask for?

"Oh, I'm gonna spurt!" I got out between our crazy lips, and I saw his eyes
go wide in excited disbelief, and then his cock blew up in me!  Mine
erupted under my flattened, heaving young body, and Roscoe's exploded all
over the place in my shoot and way up my insides!  He froze with it planted
up me like that, and I got to feel the damn thing going supernova!  Really!

When he finished, he lay there panting and sweating, and his heart pounded
into me the way his dick did, and I loved feeling him go soft in me.  It
was wild.  Slowly, his pecker just went limper and limper and pulled out on
its own, and then he crashed to the carpet by my side.  I pushed him on his
back and started to suck on him some more.

"Man, isn't that gross?" he asked, and I shook my head and sucked on.  I
heard him laugh.  I sucked that bad puppy clean, and it was starting to
squirm around again.  Suddenly he pushed me on my back again, and I
thought, oh, fuck!  He straddled me so his butt was over my own
half-hard-on, which bounced all the way stiff at the mere idea it just got,
and he reached between us and felt my boner until it really throbbed to
rock- hard, twice-cum status.  He cupped his more relaxed dick in his other
hand and looked at me as if concentrating.

"What..." I began, but then it hit me.  In the face.  Roscoe was peeing
on me!  I lost it, really, I started cracking up, and so did he, so his
piss came out in ragged spurts and we both shook all over.  "What about the
carpet?"

"Fuck the carpet.  I'm off tomorrow, I'll clean it."

And with that, Roscoe gave it all to me, holding my head gently so he could
watch his stuff hit my face and soak my hair, and I got to see him
stiffening again, fast.  He finished and kept watching my face, only, his
was glowing.  Roscoe couldn't believe anyone would let him do that, I
guess, which I understand.  I'd never let anyone but my big bro do it to
me, but something about Roscoe was like Tray.  I knew I was going to see
more of him.

As I pondered these deep things, his body settled on mine and his mouth
licked himself off my face and then gave me his tongue, and it was sweet
and sour.  I was actually ready to fall asleep when Roscoe, still
straddling me, sat up again.

"Close your eyes a minute, Jay, okay?"

Sure, why not.  My dick was hard as hell, and I liked the feel of his hand
on it, and the warmth of his strong mechanic's body having his way with me,
and I was halfway to sleep for real.  For a second, I was vaguely aware of
him lifting up off me, and then a beautiful rush of warmth through my nads
and dick and belly, and the wild sensation that I was IN Roscoe!

Right at that thought, Roscoe gasped and tightened, and my eyes opened
dreamily, and there he was...sitting on me, wincing a little...and when
my cock twitched, I realized it was...in him.  I licked my lips and
blinked in case it was a dream, but he blushed, and I knew I didn't dream
that!  I took his narrow hips in my hands and easily moved mine to work it
around inside him, and I felt spit, I guess, do the trick.  The surprise
that spread over his handsome, smooth face then was awesome.

"Okay-okay," he said, nervous, so I did it faster, and harder, and he
lifted up to let me go for it!  So I did!  I fucked that 19-year-old
sitting on my big dick, I pounded his tight mechanic ass til I was
breathless and my mouth was dry, and all along Roscoe jacked himself, more
and more violently, and squeezed his massive nuts and tried to hump himself
even harder on my mean old nasty buttfucker!  I felt his happy trail, and
something in me tingled, something deep, okay, because when you're on your
back putting it to a hot, uncouth, blond dude who's going wild riding you
and beating it...

Well, there's no prize for guessing this one.  Jay shot off again!  No
warning, I just spewed the big one up Roscoe's rear end, and his powder
blue eyes bulged, and his dick squirted off all over my face, the first two
blasts really hit me right in the face, and then all over my chest and
everywhere, including on the piss-soaked carpet, but so what.

Because, I was still gonna be there in the morning to help clean up.  Oh,
yeah!