Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 17:38:21 -0800 (PST) From: Sam Miller Subject: It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself, Part 2 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction involving two adult males. It contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity. If you aren't allowed to read such material, stop now. The author retains copyright. It Ain't Gonna Lick Itself, Part 2 From Part 1: Almost simultaneously I could feel Jake's first jizz shot, hit the walls of my ass, and land somewhere in my gut. More hard fucks followed as Jake unloaded five more shots into my gut. In the middle of his unloading, without even touching it, my dick exploded all over the ground below us. I collapsed on the tailgate, and with his rod still deep inside me, Jake fell on top of me. I was breathing too hard to talk. Jake finally used his arms to raise himself up, and slowly pull his dick from my ass. "Fuck dude," he said, "fuck." We talked a little bit on the way to my house, but the conversation was awkward and pushed. What we didn't talk about was the hard breeding Jake had just given me. I wondered if he was starting to sober up, and was no regretting what had just happened. I also wondered how I was going to get my truck fixed the next day. Part 2 The morning after my ass attack from Jake, I was up early. My dad woke me around 8 asking me where my truck was. I gave him the lowdown, and told him that a friend had brought me home. I left out the part about the friend throwing me the best fuck I'd had in a long time. Dad took me to the ballpark parking lot, and when we pulled in I saw Jake's truck parked, the hood to my truck up, and him under the hood. When Jake took me home the previous night, we talked a little but it didn't even cross my mind to work out an arrangement for getting my truck. So when I saw his truck parked by mine, and him under my hood, that familiar burn started to grow in my crotch. Of course my dad asked me about who was under my hood, and I told him it was the friend who had brought me home. I also told him he could just let me out and I'd help with my truck; no need for him to stay. As soon as I saw Jake's truck in the parking lot I was mentally scoping out secluded places we could go for a repeat of the previous nights pounding. My dick was 3/4 boned when I got out of my dad's car, and I adjusted myself as I walked over to Jake. "Wassup man," I said as I walked over and put my hands on the front of my truck. "Hey," Jake said without looking up from his work. I went on to make some small talk about shit I can't even remember now. I do remember the conversation was mostly from my side of the fence and definitely awkward, with Jake only muttering an occasional "uh huh" or "yeah." Ok, so what the hell is going on? Less than 12 hours ago this dude had me sprawled out across the tailgate of his truck poundin' my ass like a dog in heat, and now he's barely talking to me? In my mind I already knew what was going on. The classic straight guy line of "I've never done anything like that before; I only let you suck my dick and fucked you 'cause I was drunk." But even though I knew it, I wanted to hear him say it. "All right Jake," I started, "what's going on?" Silence. Long silence. Then Jake straightened up, put down the tools, and put both hands on the front of my truck. Staring at the engine, he said "look man, last night was.........different; I've never done shit like that before Sam." "And the only reason it happened is because I was drunk...." Ding, Ding, Ding......Sam wins the grand prize for knowing what the straight(?) dude is gonna say!!! I didn't respond to him. I knew it was useless. Mr. Macho Butch Stud Jake had fucked a dude and it freaked him. There was nothing I could say that would help the situation. So we stood there in silence. Jake finished with my truck, shut the hood, and began walking to his truck. "Thanks," I said to him, "I appreciate it Jake." Silence. Jake got in his truck and drove away. I played in most of the softball games for the rest of the summer, but I never did see Jake play with his team again. At the end of the summer I was at a downtown bar with a couple of buddies. Even though I wasn't even 18 yet, I used my older brother's ID when I went downtown. About half-way through the night I looked across the bar, and there he was. Jake was with a girl, they were laughing and talking and seemed to be having a kick ass time. About a half hour later, Jake looked over in my direction, saw me, and he stopped laughing. I smiled at him and nodded my head. We looked at each other for a few minutes, and finally a half-smile came to his face. Then Jake put his arm around the girl, pulled her into him, and kissed her full on the mouth. I could tell Jake liked the fact he was putting on a show for me. Ever so often he would look over at me, almost like he was making sure I was looking, before he went back in for another kiss. It was like he was trying to prove to me that he was straight, and that our truck fuck over the summer was a one-time thing. So what if he'd fucked me raw. He was a man, goddammit, he was a MAN. I almost expected him to jump up on the table, beat his chest, and let out a primal scream. The rest of the night went pretty much the same way. Jake putting on his show, and me trying my best to ignore him. It was getting late and my buddies were ready to leave. I was too, but first I had to hit the bathroom. I told my friends I'd catch up with them tomorrow, and headed to the john. Of course I had to pass by Jake's table, and made a point not to look in his direction. That would only fuel his ego, which would piss me off even more. The bar was almost empty by this time, and the bathroom was deserted. I hate using urinals in public bathrooms, so as was the norm I went straight for the stall. I was in the middle of pissing when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I waited for the tell-tale sign of piss hitting the urinal, but I didn't hear it. Maybe the dude was checking himself in the mirror before heading out, I thought. I really didn't think anymore about it. I finished up, stuffed my dick back in my shorts, and flushed the toilet with my foot. As I was reaching for the handle on the stall door, I realized I never heard the bathroom door opening again when the dude left. I opened the stall door kinda slow, and that's when I saw him. Jake leaning against the wall opposite the stall, his arms folded across his chest, and a half grin on his face. "Sam, my man," he said. "how's it going, bro?" "Um, it's going good Jake," I said. "how you been?" Jake pushed himself off the wall, unfolded his arms, and slowly walked over until he was about three inches from me. Jake stopped, looked me up and down, and moved right into my face. "I bet you thought you were gonna turn me into a fag like you, didn't ya Sam," he almost hissed. "I'm not a fag, Jake" I old him, looking right in the eyes, "I like it both ways." "You like it both ways, huh," he smirked., "yeah, in your mouth AND in your ass." Jake half-laughed when he said this, like he was proud of himself for thinking of something so witty. "Listen," I told Jake, "you're the one who came on to me." "I was doing you a favor," I continued, "helping you out Jake." His eyes got narrower as he looked at me hard. "Yeah man, you did help me out," he said, "and I appreciate it." "And to show you how much I appreciate it," Jake continued, "I'm gonna do something for you." When Jake said that my mind started racing. Was Jake gonna suck my dick? Was he gonna let me fuck him? Or was he was he gonna beat the shit out of me in a bar bathroom? "What I'm gonna do," Jake finally said, "is give you some more of what you want Sam; some more of what you need." My back was already against the stall door, and in a quick motion Jake reached up, turned me around, and pushed me against the door. His body was right against mine, and I could feel his hard crotch pushing into my ass. Slowly he started grinding his crotch harder against my ass. I put my hands on top of the stall door to steady myself, and Jake's mouth was next to my ear. "yeah, that's what I like to see Sam," he said, "you're getting ready for me aren't ya man." Jake put his hands on my shoulders, squeezed a little, then ran them down my sides to my waist. He reached under my shirt, rubbed his hands across my chest, and then down my stomach. Jake's breathing became heavier as he reached around and unsnapped my cargo shorts. He put his left hand back on my stomach as his right hand slowly unzipped me. I had gone commando that night and my shorts fell easily to the bathroom floor. Jake's mouth was still next to my ear and he half-laughed. "you little fucker," he said, "you were lookin' to get fucked tonight, weren't you?" My dick was rock hard and already leaking as he pushed me closer against the stall door. The tip of my dick hit the door and from the wetness slid easily up. I could feel the hardness of Jake's crotch start grinding against my ass again, and his heavy breathing in my ear. "this is gonna be good Sam," he said, "this is gonna be so fuckin' good." With the side of my face pressed against the stall door I could hear Jake undoing his shorts. Instinctively I spread my legs a little and arched my back, pushing my ass out towards Jake. When he saw this he half-laughed again. "yeah, you little fucker," he said, "you know what to do, don't ya." I stood there in anticipation for what seemed like forever, and finally felt the hot hardness of Jake's dick touching the top of my ass crack. Slowly he ran the head of his dick down my crack then back up again. I could feel the wet of his pre-jizz leaving a trail as he went. With one hand Jake opened my ass cheeks and put the head of his dick against my hole. He moved his hand away, and let my cheeks close around him. All my senses were concentrated on my ass. I could feel the heat of Jake's dick resting against my hole, and fell it throbbing as my ass cheeks held it in place. Slowly Jake began to push against my hole, then slowly pull back. The head of his dick would never go in my hole, only push against it slow and steady. The gently massaging of Jake's dick against my hole was making my own dick pulse and leak out a steady stream of pre-jizz against the stall door. I began to rub my hard dick against the slickness of the door, enjoying the amazing feeling both sensations were sending through my body. I moved my hands from the top of the stall door and put them on my ass cheeks. Slowly I spread my cheeks apart, giving Jake better access to my hole. "Yeah, that's it," I heard Jake whisper, "that's what I wanna see." I felt the head of Jake's rock hard dick against my hole and I felt a sudden flow of wet. I could feel the wet stream down my crack and I figured Jake must have squeezed some of his own pre-jizz against my hole. I felt him lean in closer and put his mouth right next to my ear. "we're gonna take this nice and slow Sammy," he said, "'cause I want you to remember this for a long time." I let out a low groan, lifted my head up, and arched my back even more. I felt Jake again put his dick head against my hole, and hold it there. My hands were still holding my apart my ass cheeks, when I felt Jake wrap his left arm around my waist. And then it hit. In one swift move, Jake pushed forward sending his hard wet dick three-fourths of the way into my ass. My face hit the door of the stall, and I was so caught off balance that if it hadn't been for Jake holding my waist, I probably would have fallen. My hands quickly left my ass and grabbed the top of the stall door for balance. Jake used his knee to push my legs farther apart and his hands went to my shoulders, grabbing on tight. I closed my eyes tight and bit the bottom of my lip as Jake pulled out then slammed in the length of his dick balls deep. I was afraid to make any noise because of the people still left in the bar. After the initial two or three shock thrusts, I relaxed a bit and could feel Jake's dick grating across my prostate. Slowly I raised my head up, moved my legs even farther apart, and arched my back more. My hands grabbed tight to the top of the stall door, and I began to push back against each assault Jake was making on my ass. "Ahhh, fuck yeah bro," Jake hissed, "that's it Sam, fuck my dick." The harder Jake slammed into me, the harder I fucked him back. Jake's rock hard tool scrapped harder on my prostate, and the feeling was mind blowing. Before I knew it was happening, my swollen dick erupted sending four hard shots onto the stall door. Jake never stopped pumping my ass, and each sperm shot made my ass muscles clamp his dick tight. He must of liked the sensation because he growled deep in his throat and slow pumped each time I shot. "Hell yeah, Sam," Jake growled, "fuck that feels awesome." He was started to pick up his pace again, and his hands were tight on my shoulders. Jake's dick was slamming all the way into my ass and I could feel his balls slapping against me. He was hot and hard in my ass and I could feel him pull about three-fourths of the way out, them slam back into me. Jake's breathing was hard and short as he pumped harder and harder into me. My grip on the stall door tightened and it shook each time his dick pounded home. Jake reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back to his mouth. "This feel good bro?" he hissed, "does this straight dick feel good in your ass?" I was concentrating too much on Jake's hard dick and the great feeling it was giving me to answer him. He pulled harder on my hair, and his speech was low and direct. "I asked you if my straight dick felt good in your ass," Jake said slowly, "and it'd be good if you'd answer me." "Hell yeah Jake," I answered back, "it feels so fuckin' good man...so good." "'course it does Sam," he smirked back, "you got a straight stud fuckin' your tight ass." Jake let go of my hair, pushed my head against the stall door, and put his hand back on my shoulder. With one leg he moved my legs even farther apart, squatted down a little, and began to piston fuck my ass. His fucks were rapid fast, sending all his fat hard dick into my hole as hard as he could. Jake gripped my shoulders tighter, and I gripped the top of the stall door tighter. Then his breathing became even harder and shorter, and his thrusts harder still. "I'm gonna fuckin' blow dude," Jake growled low. "I'm gonna fuckin' do it." "Yeah Jake," I spat back through my own heavy breathing, "dump it in me bro." Jake slammed harder and harder, and the entire stall partition moved with each of his thrusts. Then he slowed, almost stopping, and I could tell the cum was building in his balls and getting ready to shoot out. Jake's hands made deep indentions into my shoulders as I felt his dick grow harder and fatter than it'd been before. His thickness filled my entire ass, pushing it to its limit. Jake began to pick up his speed again, and I knew his load was coming. "Fuuuuck bro," he hissed, "here it fuckin' comes man..." Jake's hips bucked in short fast jabs into me. With each thrust he let out a low guttural moan followed by "aaahhhhhh fuuuuuck brrrooo..." My hands were on the front of the stall door now, and I pushed back against Jake hard each time he pumped his load into me. "Fuck dude," he'd say, "your ass is fuckin' out my seed man...fuuuck yeah!" This happened five or six times, I couldn't tell. But what I could tell was Jake's load was so huge it had overloaded my ass and was running out of my hole and down one of my legs. Jake finally stopped. With his dick still in my ass, he wrapped his arm around my waist, and put his head on the back of my shoulder. A minute later he must have realized what he'd done. He jerked his head off my shoulder, and pushed himself away from me. Jake's half hard dick slid out of my ass easy, and more streams of his seed flowed down my leg. Jake didn't say a word to me as he picked up his clothes and put them back on. I watched him as he walked over to the mirror above the sink, and checked himself. Right before he pulled the dead bolt back on the door, Jake turned around, that half-smirk on his face, looked at me and said, "You better get yourself cleaned up man, there's people out there." That was the last time Jake and I ever messed around. I did see him one more time, at a softball game ironically enough. I was at the concession stand getting my stuff, turned around, and Jake was two people behind me. He had his arm wrapped around a hot girl, and her head was on his shoulder. When we saw each other, Jake got this blank look on his face. The girl must have sensed something was wrong because she pulled her head up and looked at him. Instantly, Jake looked directly at me, put that half-smirk grin on his face, pulled the girl's face into his, and kissed her full on the mouth. Behind the girl's back, Jake raised his hand, and brought his middle up, and flipped me off. I walked away laughing to myself. But I also walked away with a half-smirk grin too. Because I knew that Jake knew, and that Jake knew that I knew, that I was the best fuck he'd ever had.