Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2019 22:00:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: Big Boys Don't Cry part 4 Big Boys Don't Cry Part 4 Jack was the first person to make me feel wanted. He craved testerone, and the juice of youth from me; but that was okay. In a short time, Jack would be returning to his teaching job in New Hampshire. Jack spent a lot of time at the lake striking up conversations with boys he thought would be friendly. He would stretch out on a blanket with his bulge showing and wait for a boy to walk by taking more than a casual glance at him. I should find that greatly strange, but now I understand Jack. Nothing means what it seems to mean, at least so anybody would notice. I guess it is best not to put stock in a two-eye frog. There are not many vulnerable boys around our small town, so it was slim pickings. He always said, "Hello neighbor" and 90% of the time, they would stop to talk to him - unbelievable. I wanted a man and affection from Jack; however, love never came. One cannot have it both ways, except with Mr. Right, when you put flesh in the center of your dreams, and it is perfect. One just has to find, "Mr. Right." In my case, I was relatively smart, when it came to seeing the correct things. He changed me from a shy, dumb, boy into a cocksucker. Good grief, what ridiculous thoughts traveled through my head? If you want to see what people really are like; all you have to do is look. I became available to please two men on the hunt. Discovering how some gay men work, took time for me to switch from a victim of bad timing, to a person in control. It is strange how that leads to a certain amount of attraction. However the more I learned, the smarter I became. Jack would soon be away and Aaron knew it. I liked escaping from being a slut. Even though, I loved the sexual attention that I got from both of them. Aaron treated me like somebody uplifting to be around. We trusted each other, and I learned to be comfortable around him. We laughed, sang songs with a guitar and went to the lake. A contractor was building a neighborhood parking area, across from the apartment house, that we rented on Prospect Street. Sometimes, I would sit on the front steps, texting messages on my phone and watching the construction workers. Aaron once said that he worked in house construction when he as eighteen. Now he worked for a large landscaping company. He certainly had the body for constructions. Lying next to him on the beach with his melon butt and tan skin dripping with either sweat or water was unforgettable. I believed that I had everything, and then I saw Aaron. He brought an excitement in me that I never knew existed. I received a text message from Aaron "Hey pal, I am working Friday at the construction site across from you – doing a landscape design for the contractor. Want to meet me? Aaron I replied immediately "Sure, come over here. Parents are away and we can have coffee, How's 4:00 o'clock?" "Perfect", he replied I had one day to wait and I was so excited having Aaron in my house. It gave me chills thinking about him. I spent Thursday picking up the place, so it would look as good as possible. Mom had it clean, but I wanted things neat and put away. The next day was Friday and I could not wait for 4:00 pm. The doorbell rang shortly after 4:00. "Hi Aaron," "Hello beautiful." He replied He stood in the doorway with his hand leaning against the doorframe and a white hard hat tucked under his other arm. He stuck the hat on his head and walked towards me. He was wearing tight work jeans and work boots. You could see a small rip in the crotch. "You look like a construction worker." I said "Yeah, I did some digging today, so I wore the work boots." "They are hot" "Do you think so?" "Oh yeah, so are those jeans" "They are for you, but this is for coffee – that is what you told me" said Aaron "I know I did, and I will try to keep my hands to myself," I said Aaron laughed a little, but never touched or kissed me, being very straight acting. I followed him into the kitchen without taking my eyes off his butt. Yikes - It was something. The next few minutes were normal for friendship. This was the first time we talked like a couple of men over coffee. It did not last long before I ran my hand over his knee. "No I. Coffee remembers! We are having coffee." He said. He winked those killer green eyes and smiled. Good God, he was teasing me and I did not know why. We liked each other. My hand went back to the cup. I faced him and he ran his hand over my chest. I said, "coffee dude, remember we are having coffee?" He lifted me on to the work counter and whispered, "Fuck the coffee!" My jeans came sliding down and coming off. He put each leg on his shoulders and just looked at me. I laid there semi naked on the work counter feeling stupid having a man staring at my crotch and balls. "Hey Tom you should see your balls from this angle, you are a hot little fucker, too bad you are not gay." I could not stop laughing. I slid off the counter and grabbed his hand. "Did you ever see the bedroom in this place?" - I asked. "Why don't you show me?" He answered" "I think we better find out" Aaron mumbled - I realize you can link yourself to whomever you want, but I wish it was not for Jack. It should be me, Aaron concluded... "I know, I really know, and you have so much maleness to offer, it scares me. We could do a threesome like a sandwich and I will be in the middle."" "What is that supposed to mean?" Aaron asked "You mean a threesome?" "No, a threesome is common. Why are you scared of my maleness?" "It means that a hot guy in his twenties or thirties will eventually come along, and be on your level. Jack only wants teen age sex, from me, but he won't run away to be with a partner his own age." I sadly confessed. "Okay, you are getting too serious talking about this stuff. You are probably right. I do not want a relationship with a teen ager. I cannot handle something like that. Perhaps, someday the thinking will be different, who knows?" Arron held my face with both hands kissing me on the lips. Tongues started moving in unison, lips were rubbing against one another and spit driveled from mouth to mouth. Below of us, with raging hard cock, and we felt no reason to stop any of it. I pulled off Aaron's sweatshirt and mine also. I darted immediately to Aaron's chest licking and sucking his nipples. "OMG, you taste so good, you're a game changer when it comes to bodies. How real is that?" His body was everything in the right place. I took a sip of water and let it trickle down Aaron's chest licking it away as it travelled to his crotch. I kept licking Aaron's stomach and bathing him with my tongue. "Tommy – Tommy, what am I going to do with you?" He mumbled, "Put that tongue all over me like an oil slick out of control." Aaron pleaded "I think you like me." I said "I know I love you – but let's clarify that. I love being with you, but I am not in love with you. There is a difference, but it's all good." Aaron assured me "Sure, for sex, "I replied sarcastically "Yup, for sex," he admitted Fair enough," We finished stripping holding ourselves chest to chest and rubbing crotches together like one giant frame. Aaron pushed us to the bed and topped me with a swimmer's nude body. I could not get close enough to Aaron even though sweating skin to skin. Never before, in my young life, did such a warm body, like Aaron torpedo my very soul. I was aggressive and loved the smell of his crotch, sniffing him like weed, looking to get high. I was following my passion for men. He opened his legs, raised his butt slightly, so I could lick his junk. I was on fire when Aaron fingered me and slowly pressed two of them into my body. He used me every possible way, thrashing around like popcorn, when he fucked me. With all the different positions that Aaron used, his cock never left my butt. He had terrific staying power and I almost came three times, but that did not happen. He made me shoot off twice. Aaron slipped out and rubbed his cock across my mouth, slippery, nasty and all. "Taste it," he said, definitely taking charge. I did just that, but it was quick, and something I did not want to do. His shiny wet cock went into my mouth. "Take it," he commanded. "A-huh," I mumbled without choking too much. This was no longer fun. Aaron was using me for a super slut, I thought perhaps, once you understood him; this was the real Aaron. He climaxed quickly and deluged me with a full-size load releasing white spurting custard between my lips, I had barely stopped, when Aaron was between my legs, licking everything he could find. "Rest easy baby, you did fine. This boyfriend's gonna show you how a real man sucks dick." He took me into his mouth, and I have plenty of meat in the crotch department. Aaron stroked me using his hand, and with his mouth kept me wet. I could not hold back and did not want too. A couple of jerks and I erupted into Aaron's mouth like a faucet. He was getting sticky that was usually saved for Jack. Aaron finally spoke, "are we slutty?" "I don't know what you are, but Jack thinks I am." "I'm serious," said Aaron. "Of course we are," "Whatever, it was rather good" added Aaron? Aaron sat on the edge of the bed and reached under the sheet for his underwear. He jumped to his feet and started to put on his jeans. "Don't get dressed yet, I want to do something else before you leave." I said, for the first time ever, assuming control "Like fuck my Irish ass," said Aaron - "Look at your naughty self" "How much time do we have?" Aaron mumbled taking back off his underwear. He sprawled across the bed, with his legs spread, his limp dick hanging like a weapon and his suntan butt warm like toast. "Go for it, I'm in no hurry. Tear me up Tommy, do it like you mean it." "Don't worry, Aaron, I plan on meaning it." ****************** Jbalancier9@yahoo.com Thank you. You readers are amazing with comments. Merci beaucoup