Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 11:06:04 EST
From: BladerIowa@aol.com
Subject: Beer for Dick

Standard disclaimer:  If you are under the age of eighteen or twenty-one
depending on your community's standards, you muse not read this story.  If
you are offended by stories of male to male sex, you must not read any
further.


Beer for Dick

by

BladerIowa@aol.com


Part of being a good cocksucker is being ready to take advantage of any
opportunity that avails itself.  Sometimes the best opportunities to suck
dick come at the least convenient times.

One night late last fall I was at the convenience store buying a Coke after a
long night at work.  As I selected my pop from the cooler I noticed a hot
young guy come in.  He was somewhere in that seventeen to nineteen year old
range.  Young enough to barely be legal (if he even was legal), but old
enough to be nicely developed.  I felt my cock lurch as I looked him over.

The kid was about five feet five inches tall, brown hair, blue eyes, and very
cute.  He was pretty trim but not overly skinny.  What captivated me was the
very large feet the kid had.  Right away I wondered what his dick looked
like.  I felt my cock stirring even more.

Looking in my wallet, I was dismayed to find I only had a twenty to pay for
the pop.  After I gave it to the cashier and received a dirty look, I stepped
aside, fumbling to transfer the bills I'd received in change into my wallet.

The kid stepped up to the counter with a twelve pack of Budweiser.

"I don't think so," said Jackie, the lard-assed, less than friendly cashier.

"Huh?" said the kid.

"Put it back," she ordered.  Call her what you will, she did know how to do
her job.  She wouldn't even ID the kid.  I could see the look of
disappointment on his cute young face.

"Fuck you, ya fat bitch!" the kid snapped.  I couldn't help but smirk as he
said it.

Jackie just rolled her eyes.  The kid stomped out. I watched his firm ass
cheeks stretch his jeans as walked out.  I followed him.  The kid opened the
door on his old Camaro.

"Hey," I said, approaching him.

"Whattdaya want?" he asked in a less-than-friendly tone.

"Thought I might help you out," I offered.

"How so?" he asked.  I could see a smile spreading across his face.

"Ya know where Marshall's Bridge is?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Meet me down there in about twenty minutes."

"Ya gonna get me some beer?" he asked.

"I can.  As long as you can pay me back.  I'm gonna run over to Casey's to
get it though.  I don't want Jackie getting suspicious."

"What's your name?" the kid inquired.

"Just call me Mike" I lied.  "But if you get arrested, don't tell the cops my
name.  I don't want to get arrested."

"Gotcha.  Well, that's cool.  I'm Corey Bensen."

"So are you Pastor Bensen's son?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Don't worry," I said.  "I won't tell your father."

"Don't give a fuck if you do," Corey shrugged.

A Baptist minister's son, I thought to myself.  This adds a little more
danger, but makes chasing this boy even more exciting.

"Nice to meet you, Corey."  I smiled.  "I'll see you in twenty minutes or so."

"Cool.  Thanks dude."

By now my dick was nearly at full mast.  I was scheming like crazy.  I sped
over to Casey's and picked up two twelve packs of beer.  I also bought some
cigarettes and took $200 out of the ATM.  If I was going to get into this
kid's pants, I'd need the money on hand for a contingency plan.

I carried the beer to my car and headed over to Marshall's bridge.
Marshall's brige is an area where a lot of people go fishing and hunting.
The bridge collapsed at least twenty years ago.  It's on a dead end gravel
road.  I like to go camping there because it is remote, but you can always
see who is coming toward you long before they arrive.  If the cops broke up
our little party, I'd have plenty of warning.

As I pulled up, I noticed that there were no other cars in the grassy parking
area.  That's not a surprise at this time of the year.  During the summer the
place would have been hopping.

I pulled over and parked.  As I did so, I noticed a car's headlights
approaching.  I didn't have to worry.  I'm old enough to have beer in my
possession (with a dozen years to spare) and none of the containers were
open.  Sure enough, as the car approached I could see it was Corey's old
Camaro.

He pulled up next to me and rolled his window down.

"Sorry it took my so long," he said.  "I had to stop by home and get some
shit.  Did you get the beer?"

"Yep," I replied.  I unlocked the trunk and pulled out the two twelve packs.

"Damn," he said.  "Twenty-four?"

"Yep," I said.  "Thought you might need some for your friends."

"Hey, wanna have a smoke with me?" Corey asked.

"Sure." I said.

I opened the passenger's door on the old Camaro put the beer in the back
seat, and sat on the torn vinyl passenger's seat.

"I thought you were probably cool," Corey said.

"I am."

Corey reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pipe.  He lit in and
after taking a couple of hits he handed it to me.  I took a hit, coughed a
little bit, and gave it back to him.  We passed the pipe back and forth a few
times.  After a few more hits, I was feeling pretty relaxed.

"So how much do I owe you?" Corey asked.

"What?"

"What do I owe you for the beer, dude?"

"Don't worry about it.  It's on me."

"Why?" he asked.

"Why what?

"Why are you giving me the beer?  You aren't a pervert or anything?  Are you
expecting me to 'work it off' or something?"

"No strings," I replied.  "It's a gift.  But if you're interested in anything
else we can talk."

"About what?" he asked.  "I ain't a fag or nothing."

"I gathered that," I replied.  "Just thought we could make a deal or
something."

"For two twelve packs?" he asked.  "I don't think so.  Whatcha got in mind?"

"You wouldn't have to do anything.  I just want ... Well, I'd be willing to
pay for it."

"Pay for what? Sucking my cock?" he asked.  "Say it."

"I want to pay you to suck your cock." I responded.  "I'll give you fifty
bucks."

"No way man, maybe for four or five hundred."

"Forget it," I said.  "I can get it from a lot of guys for less."

"Two hundred," Corey said.  "Two hundred and the beer."  I sensed he was
willing to negotiate a little.

"One hundred and the beer."

"Okay.  But don't expect me to do anything back.  I want all the money in
advance."

"I want to see the goods first," I said.  Corey started unzipping his Tommy
jeans.  I almost fainted when I saw his Tommy boxers.  I fumbled around and
reached for my wallet.

As I retrieved my wallet, Corey pulled his jeans and boxers down around his
feet.  I gasped when I saw his cock.  It was still soft, but it was a very
thick, cut tube sitting on top of two very fat balls.  Corey had a nice full
bush of hair around the whole thing.

"You like it?" he asked.

"It's beautiful."

"Gimme the money."  I pulled out the hundred dollars and handed it toward
him, half expecting him to refuse me his big dick.  He took the money and
shoved it into his pants pocket.

"Well, come on." he insisted.  "Suck me off."

"You want me to?" I asked.  "I thought you might be trying to rip me off or
something."

"Hey, ain't nobody around, right?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Then I'd have to be
fucking crazy to turn down a blowjob.  I would have done it for free, but I
figured you could afford to pay for it.  Now suck my cock."

"Recline the seat," I ordered.  Corey did so.

I put my face down in his crotch and inhaled.  He had the fresh scent of a
young male.  His tube of flesh was still soft.  I felt it twitch a bit as I
picked it up and peeled it away from his balls.  Corey moaned a bit.

I felt his prick stiffening in my hand.  I pulled my lips back over my teeth
and slipped his cock into my mouth.  Corey gasped as my warm wet mouth
enveloped his prick.  I felt it lurch.

As his young dick lengthened and stiffened in my mouth, I ran my tongue all
over its length.

"Mmmmmmm.... That feels nice...." Corey moaned.  His young cock quickly grew
to a nice thick seven inches.  I throated as much as I could.  Corey moaned
loudly as his dick poked at the back of my throat.

"Yeah... Fuck.  That's it man.  MMMMM.  Suck it good for me.  You like that
hot cock down your throat. Gonna make you swallow my cum."

I bobbed on his young prick.  My tongue probed the underside.  I swirled my
tongue and bobbed my head over his cock.  I used every technique I knew how
to get him off, but to no avail.  I stopped for a second.

"Giving up?" he asked.  "Never been able to cum from a blowjob.  My
girlfriend can't get me off either."

"I'm just getting warmed up," I replied.  "How long does your girlfriend do
it?"

"About five minutes," he responded.  "I don't think you can get me off
though."

His words stopped as I again put his fat cock into my mouth.  This time I
worked it slowly, much more slowly than normal.  I could feel Corey's hips
twitch as I glided my mouth up and down on his pole.  I'd never before given
a blowjob so slowly.  Corey seemed appreciative.  Rather than going for speed
I was trying for quality and he seemed to approve.

I added my hand to the action.  I continued taking things slow, apparently
something this young boy wasn't used to.  He groaned and thrashed beneath me.

"Fucking don't torture me.  Go faster.  I wanna cum in your mouth.  I can't
go this slow.  Uhhhhh.  Yeah."

His hips lurched and he jabbed me in the back of the throat with his prick.
I didn't gag.  Again, he assaulted my mouth and throat.  I didn't resist.  As
Corey realized he could fuck my face, he held my head and started face
fucking me faster and faster.  Instinctively, I tightened my lips around his
pecker.

"Yeah," he panted.  "Gonna fuck your face like a pussy.  I'm getting close
man.  Suck all my cum down your throat.  Don't stop.  Just take my cum.  Here
it comes.  Uhhhh!  Uhhhhh!  Fuck!"

His already thick dick swelled even bigger in my throat.  I felt it twitch
and then a thick rope of hot cum shot into the back of my throat.  I backed
off and let four more big wads of cum shoot into my mouth.  His cum was sweet
and just a bit salty.  I continued holding his dick in my mouth until it
softened.  Corey pulled up his boxers and jeans.

"Thanks man.  That was fucking awesome.  Never came from a blowjob before.
Not till now."

"My pleasure.  I enjoyed doing it."  By now my dick was about ready to burst.
 I knew it would receive a full night's worth of jacking when I got home.
I'd never forget this kid.

I opened the car door and got out.  Still holding the door open, I looked in
at Corey's handsome young face.

"Want to do this again sometime?" I asked.

"Yeah, maybe.  Just don't tell anyone we did this.  If you wanna do this
again, call me but don't tell anyone."

I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone and I never did.  It gave me a secret
satisfaction to know I was having sex with the preacher's kid, expecially a
stuck up asshole like the self-righteous Reverend Bensen.

Did you like this story?  Write to me at BladerIowa@aol.com