Date: Sat, 04 Jan 2003 01:02:02 -0600
From: Kory Diaz <shadowader43072@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Tub Night

The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are not over 18 years of
age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material
is illegal where you live, then please don't read it!  The usual
disclaimers apply.  If you don't approve of sex, between unmarried adults,
don't read this.


I really didn't want to go over to Jim and Marge's for a barbecue.  For one
thing, it was hotter than blazes and they didn't have a shade tree in the
yard that amounted to anything.  The other reason was because Marge had
been Debbie's best friend and she had never forgiven me for the big fight
that had ended up with Debbie moving back to her folks' place in Abilene.
Being a woman, Marge had naturally taken Debbie's side in the argument and
looked at me like I was some kind of dumb animal that ought to be hauled
off to the pound.  I only went to the barbecue because Jim had asked three
or four times already this summer and I had run clean out of excuses.

When I got over there, the driveway was already full of cars.  Pete and
Rose, Dave and Eve, Jim and Marge -- and me.  The guys in the group were
mostly sympathetic to my side of the story, but they had to keep pretty
quiet in front of their wives or face crossed legs and stony stares in the
bedroom.

Hell, I knew all about that -- it had caused most of my trouble in the
first place.  Debbie wasn't too keen on sex.  She said I was too rough, my
cock was too big, I was too hairy to suit her -- always some damned reason
to roll over away from me whenever I brought a hard-on to bed.  I finally
just asked her why the hell she had married me in the first place.

She told me that she couldn't figure that out either and I told her to go
fuck herself.  Well, she sure as hell didn't do that, but she did pack up
and move out on me.  Funny thing about it was, after the first couple of
days, when I figured out how to use the stove, I really didn't give a
flying fuck.

Anyway, I was there, so I squared my shoulders and walked up to the front
door, ready to take whatever Debbie's friends were going to dish out.  I
didn't have to wait long.  Marge answered the door and instantly gave me a
disapproving look as I walked in.

"You sure are going to seed, living all alone, Ben," she said by way of
welcome.  "Debbie always kept you dressed so nice.  Oh, well."  She took
the six-pack I had brought with me and waltzed back to the kitchen with it.

I glanced in the mirror above the table in the hall.  My hair might have
been a little long, and I hadn't shaved since this morning when I went to
work, but I didn't think I looked like I was going to seed.  Granted,
instead of the slacks and sport shirt that Debbie would have demanded, I
was wearing an old pair of jeans and an athletic shirt that maybe showed
off more of my torso than Marge approved of, but I looked damn good!  I had
lost ten pounds since Debbie walked out and my stomach was flat as a board.
If Marge didn't like looking at my hairy chest -- let her look in another
direction.

Jim handed me a beer when I walked out into the back yard and put his arm
across my shoulders.  "The girls are off and running," he whispered.

That meant that Marge, Rose and Eve were all three still discussing "poor
Debbie."  It had been three months since the split, and it was all they
could find to talk about when they got together.  I shrugged my shoulders
and walked over to where Pete and Dave were sitting.  There was another guy
with them whom I didn't know and who also didn't have a skirt in tow.  Who
knew?  Maybe the women would pick on him tonight and give me a break.

"Ben, good to see you, guy," Dave said, coming over and shaking my hand.
"Come on over here and meet Wade Henderson.  Wade has just moved in down
the street."

"Good to meet you," Wade said, standing and giving me a firm handshake.  He
was a tall, lanky dude with thick dark hair and a real friendly smile.  I
like a man who meets your gaze head-on, and Wade did that.  His brown eyes
sparkled with good humour, and I got a feeling he was trying to tell me
something without saying anything, if you know what I mean.

"Dave," Eve piped in from across the patio, "We should have invited Sally
Jeffers over for Wade to meet.  She's a really lovely woman, Wade.  I just
know you two would get along."

"Knock it off, honey," Dave said, shaking his head.  "I'm sure Wade has all
the women he can handle without your help.  Right, Wade?"

"I do okay," Wade said, looking sort of uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"Well," Rose continued, looking directly at me, "I just think there's
nothing sadder than a man without a woman."

"Rose," Pete hissed, trying to shut her up.

"It's just what I think," she replied, turning around and whispering
something to Marge who had just come out of the house to join her cronies.

"Women!" Jim whispered, lowering his voice so the women couldn't hear him.
"Sorry, guys."

"I'm used to it," I sighed.

Jim put the burgers on the grill and I managed to make it through the meal
without wishing I hadn't come.

"How about another beer, guys?" Jim asked after the plates were cleared.
We had only had a couple apiece and another sounded real good.

"Jim!"  It was the only word Marge said, but it was pretty easy to
translate what she meant: "One more beer and I won't put out for a week."
I had heard the same tone in Debbie's voice, and I knew full well what it
meant.

"Thanks, Jim," I said, standing up.  "I've got to get home.  Thanks for the
dinner, Marge.  I appreciate it."

"Reasonable men can get a good home-cooked meal every night," Marge shot
back, getting in a final dig before I left.

"I ought to be moving on as well," Wade said.  "Thanks for the dinner,
folks."

"You're welcome, Wade," Marge smiled.  "Next time we'll make sure there is
a lady here to introduce to you."  The bitch couldn't let it rest.

"I don't know about you, Ben, but I could sure as hell use another beer,"
Wade said as we walked down the front steps together.

"At least one," I agreed, falling into step beside him.

"I live just down the street.  Why don't you come on over to my place?"

"Sounds great," I agreed.  I liked the man.  He had kept shooting me
sympathetic glances throughout the meal and had -- more than once -- jumped
to steer the conversation away from my marital troubles and me.  I really
appreciated having an ally.

"Those gals have really got it in for you, don't they, Ben?"  He pointed
the way to a small house set back from the street in a grove of trees.  I
followed along behind him, noticing that the air got cooler the minute we
stepped into the shade.  "I don't know about you, but I get along just fine
without any female interference."

"Well, at least I think I'm getting along fine.  My wife and me didn't have
much in common -- except sex -- when we met.  Six months into the marriage
and we didn't even have that."

"That's tough," he agreed, handing me a cold beer.  "Here's to new friends
and making it through without women."  He clinked his bottle against mine
and motioned me out the back door.

"This is great," I commented, looking around the space.

"Yeah.  The folks who owned it before me did a lot with the place.  They
even put in a hot tub down under those trees.  Want to soak for a bit?"

"It's a little hot for that, don't you think?"

"The heater is blown and I just filled it this afternoon.  It should be
pretty cool.  The pump still works, so we can get the benefit of the water
jets."

"In that case, why not?"  Wade stuck a few more beers in a cooler and we
walked back under the trees.  "Got an extra suit?"

"You don't need one.  This place is totally private.  The hedge has grown
up to about twelve feet, and I don't plan to cut it down.  We might as well
be deep in the woods."

We stripped down then and there.

The water felt great as I sank down into it.  Wade and me shot the shit for
quite a while, putting down beer pretty steadily.  By the time the sun went
down, I was beginning to feel pretty loose.  A breeze picked up and I sat
up on the deck that edged the tub, dangling my feet over the side.

"You've got a real tight body, Ben," Wade said, taking me by surprise.  I
had always been vain about keeping in shape, but this was the first time
another man had ever mentioned it.  It made me feel a little uncomfortable,
but I have to admit I was flattered.

"I do what I can.  Too many guys my age are already loosing it.  No use
giving up till you must."

"Well, I'm impressed.  Of course, your body isn't the only thing about you
that's pretty impressive," Wade intoned mischievously.

"Huh?"  He had lost me with that one.  I finished my beer and reached into
the cooler for another one.

"I'm talking about that horn you're sporting, Ben."  He was staring at my
crotch.  I looked down and damned if I didn't have a major hard-on in
progress.

"Crap!" I yelped, slipping back into the tub.  "I must be getting drunk,
man.  I swear I didn't even know I had popped a rod."

"Hey, man," Wade said, his voice very casual, "nothing wrong being horny.
I got the same problem."  He stood up and I saw his pecker was as stiff as
mine, curving up against his smooth, flat belly.  "I'm a twice-a-day man
myself."

"Me too," I replied ruefully, "only I haven't had it at all for about three
months, and not very regular before then."  I probably should've been
freaked out about talking hard-ons with some guy I had just met, but I felt
very comfortable with Wade.  There was something about him that was very
likable.

"I could help you file the point off that, if you would let me."  His voice
was so low I wasn't sure I had heard him at first.

"You telling me you wanna suck my cock?" I asked, staring at him in
disbelief.

"You got it," he shot back, grinning innocently, like it was the most
natural thing in the world to offer to do.  "You don't have to do anything
but lie back and enjoy it.  I guarantee it will beat the hell out of
anything you can do with your hand.  What do you say?"

"Shit, Wade, don't talk like that.  I couldn't even keep my dick stiff if
you tried it."

"I don't know about that, Ben.  Just since I mentioned it, you've go from
pointing at me to pointing up at the sky."

I looked down.  Damned if he wasn't telling the truth.  My frigging pecker
was sticking straight up in the air; the knob crowning my shaft was swollen
up like a ripe plum.  It was time for me to get up and leave -- but I
didn't quite want to go.

"Since you are still sitting there, I take it that means 'yes.'"

I must have nodded -- I know I didn't say anything -- because Wade stood up
and moved over between my outstretched legs.  I held my breath, not quite
sure what I would do when he touched me.  He stared at my crotch for a long
time, and then ran his finger all along my cum-tube, making my cock slap up
against my belly.

"Man, you have got a beautiful piece of meat," he murmured, tracing his
finger around the rim of my swollen cockhead.  "Straight as an arrow and
thick as a big, Italian salami."  He sank down until the water was lapping
at his pecs and leaned forward, his tongue making contact, licking at the
nerve trigger tucked just behind the head.  I moaned and my thighs
tightened.  This whole setup was weird as hell, but it also felt damned
good!

When I didn't protest, I guess Wade figured it was okay to get started.  He
hooked a couple of fingers around my shaft and pulled my dick down till it
was level with his lips.  Holy shit, did that man have a tongue!  It
flickered around my knob like a snake's tongue, snapping my nuts up in a
knot and making the hairs on my chest stand on end.  What he was doing felt
so good that I forgot all about the fact that is was something I had never
even considered before.

If I thought the licking felt good, nothing could have prepared me for the
sensation I got when all of a sudden he took a deep breath and went down on
me!  I couldn't believe it, but he didn't stop till his nose was buried in
my pubes.  It was all I could do not to scream at the top of my lungs.
Wade's throat was tighter than any pussy I had ever poked and he was doing
things with his lips and tongue that I had never even imagined.  He had his
hands on my butt now, pulling me deeper and deeper -- sort of like he was
trying to swallow me whole -- cock first.

I had to put my hands somewhere, so they ended up on Wade's broad
shoulders.  The muscles under his smooth skin were hard as rocks, shifting,
as he bobbed his head back and forth on my cock.  It was nothing like
touching a woman -- not in the least -- but I liked touching him.  I got
off on gripping him with my fingers and feeling the power between my legs.
My hands moved inward till I was holding Wade by the neck, then my fingers
were tangled in his thick hair, not so I could hold him where I wanted him,
but so I could have contact with him.

After deep-throating me for a long time, he pulled off and worked over my
knob, digging in my cumhole with his tongue.  His hands were busy playing
with my balls and milking the juice out of me.  I was starting to breathe
very heavy after just a few minutes of his attention and Wade really kicked
it into high gear, setting every nerve in my body to tingling.

"Aah, man, I'm gonna blow," I groaned, thinking he would come up off of me.
Instead, he slammed back down to the hilt and began doing stuff with his
throat that had me squirting in seconds.  It felt like I came
for-fucking-ever.  It was without a doubt the most intense orgasm I'd had
in years.  I think he would have kept on sucking all night, but my knob was
getting so sensitive that I had to pry him away.  He looked up at me with
this dazed, happy expression on his face, licking his lips with
satisfaction.

"Well, Ben, what did you think of that?"  He stood up and put his hands on
my thighs.  His cock was curved up tight against his gut, throbbing and
bouncing around.

"Incredible," I sighed, resting my hands on his shoulders.  "I wouldn't
have believed it was possible I could even get off that way, but you damned
near snapped my balls up into my armpits.  I've never felt anything like
it, Wade.  Honest."

"Good.  I've always said that only a man can give another man good head,
because he knows how good it can feel.  Does that thing ever get soft?"

I looked down at my stiffer -- it showed no signs of going down.  "Usually
it droops right after I do the deed.  Looks like you did too good of a job
on it, Wade."

"You want to try something else that may take the starch out of it?  And it
will help me get my rocks off, too."

"What the hell," I shrugged.  "I've gone this far.  What did you have in
mind?"

"All you have to do is lie back and I'll take care of the rest."  He put
his hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back onto the deck.  A
condom materialized from somewhere -- his pants pocket, I suppose -- and he
rolled it over my hard, throbbing cock.  Wade climbed out of the tub,
straddled me and began to squat.  The muscles in his thighs bulged out
thick and tight, gleaming in the blaze from a streetlight shining through
the trees.  He reached down and pulled my cock straight up and before I
knew it, my knob was wedging into his asshole.

"Oow, man, you're big!" groaned Wade, planting a hand on my hard belly to
steady himself.  "Just let me take it at my own speed.  Ah-h-h-h!"

I watched, fascinated as inch after inch of my cockmeat disappeared up
Wade's butthole.  This guy was taking me up the butt and acted as though he
didn't plan to stop till he had me in him up to my short-and-curlies.  My
wife hadn't ever let me slip it in her much over halfway -- she said it
hurt too much.  If Wade was hurting, he wasn't letting it slow him down.
We both whimpered when his asscheeks made contact with my thighs.

"You gonna be okay, guy?" I asked, letting my hands cup his tight ass.

His butt was smooth as a baby's, yet hard as the rest of him.  Inside was a
different story.  He was soft as silk and hot, and the feel of his gut
stretched tight around my prick sent shivers up and down my spine.

"I'm better than okay," he grinned down at me, relaxing a little.  He
shifted around, hugging my sides with his knees and stroking my pecs while
he began rocking gently back and forth, driving my cock as deep as it could
go.  "Damn, you feel good up inside of me!"

"You're the tightest thing I've ever dipped into," I chuckled, slapping his
ass lightly.  "It's all weirder than shit, but you sure as hell have my
balls in a knot."

Wade winked at me and sucked his gut back against his spine, shooting a
shock of pleasure through the shaft of my pecker that damned near blew the
top of my head off.  To top it off, he began tugging on my tits, opening up
a whole new area of sensation that I had never even considered before.

Wade moved from rocking to bucking, bouncing up and down on my cock like a
wild man.  He would rear up till his asshole was nipping my knob, then slam
back down, and grind his balls against my hairy gut.  Somewhere along the
line, my hand ended up wrapped around Wade's stiff cock.  I had never ever
touched another man's dick, but since Wade had sucked me off, and I was now
fucking him, I figured it was about time for me to do something for him.
He grinned goofily and began humping my fist, his asshole putting pressure
on my pole in all the right places.

He was leaning way forward, panting and whimpering, when I got this really
crazy notion in my head.  His face was only about six inches above mine,
sweat splashing off of his forehead onto my face.  His eyes were closed and
his lips were sort of pouted up, looking real vulnerable and sexy.  Before
I could think about it too much, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him
down, so I could kiss him!  I think it surprised him as much as it did me.

Our mouths opened and our tongues touched and damned if we didn't both
shoot off at the same instant.  I thought I was gonna die right there.  I
tensed up and it felt like I was cumming with my whole body.

Wade got his arms around me and held on tight, shivering and shaking while
his spunk pumped out of him, covering my heaving chest and belly with his
hot cream.  Every time I thought I was through, another jolt would shoot
through me, and I would pump another blast into the condom covering my
cock, deep inside of Wade.

"You're a pretty wild guy," he said, after we had both started breathing
again.

"Thanks," I chuckled.  "Believe me, this is all news to me.  I gotta admit,
though, it's the best damned sex I've ever had."

"Can I ask you a question?" Wade said after a few more minutes had passed,
my cock still firmly lodged up his butthole.

"Shoot."

"Do you ever lose your fucking hard-on!"

"I guess not.  Do you?"  His cock was still poking me in the gut, stiff as
a steel bar.

"Seems like a waste to quit till we tire them out, don't you think?"

"That might take all night at this rate," I laughed.

"I sure as hell hope so!" Wade agreed, his hips beginning to rock again.

As somebody once said, it began to look like the beginning of a beautiful
friendship.


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