Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 05:22:33 -0600
From: peterbilt1228@live.com
Subject: The Cherry

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				The Cherry


The man didn't get up from the bed as I got dressed and he stayed there as
I left.

"Hey, drop around again anytime, real soon," he told me.

"Yeah, I will, thanks," I said, raking my eyes over his tanned, muscular
frame, and rather longingly on his big cock laying across one hip. He was
older than me.  Old enough to be my dad, in fact.  Surprisingly, that
wasn't a turn-off for me.  In the moments of pure ball-busting,
mind-busting lust, I actually imagined he was my dad fucking me. My dad is
a hunk, and now that I had experienced getting fucked, I would turn my butt
for him any time. Not that I ever would.  He didn't know I liked guys, and
it would kill him if he did.

I left the man's room in a daze.  I had just gotten my ass fucked for the
first time, and I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't understand the
mixture of pain and pleasure when it happened, but at last I had satisfied
the curiosity and the desire that had haunted me for so long. Being fucked
was a different kind of pleasure from sucking a cock, or even getting my
cock sucked.  It was more reciprocal; more intimate. I knew I would go
back.  I also knew I would be on the prowl for different guys now. In fact,
I couldn't wait.



I worked in a fast-food place, at the drive-up window; that's where I made
the connection.  It wasn't a glamorous job and it didn't pay a whole lot,
but I realized all of a sudden what a great opportunity it offered. The
position of my workstation was perfect.  I stood higher than the cars going
through, with a straight crotch view down into the vehicles. It was,
secretly, the reason I volunteered to work the drive-up window; that, and I
got to meet and chat briefly with the male customers, many of whom were
high school students or workers from the nearby factories and warehouses.

The guy came through in a huge pickup truck with John Rogers Construction
printed on the door.  He fit the truck, the truck fit him. He had on his
hard hat...a major turn on for me...and his arm crooked out the window. It
was a big arm, solid, from his rolled up shirtsleeve down to his thick
wrist. Big hands, too.  Tanned and good looking in a construction worker
sort of way. I felt a sudden tremor shake my bones. I asked for his order,
and the deep, sexy voice that came back made the tremor worse. I repeated
it then scurried around to fill it.  Not that I wanted the guy out of
there; I wanted to get back to him and hear his voice again and look at
him. As I turned back with his order I peered around to see that there were
no cars behind him. I repeated his order again and told him how much he
owed.  He extended his big, muscular arm out with his money in a ham-like
hand; a ten dollar bill.  I took it, my eyes lingering on his thick
fingers. I made his change and when I handed it to him I took hold of his
hand and laid the money in it, sort of dragging my fingers across the palm
of his hand. No, it wasn't the way I usually made change, but I wanted to
touch this guy in the worst way, and that was a way I could do it without
getting my lights punched out. I wasn't sure of his look, but he did look
at me sort of funny, and I thought I might've made the connection.

"What're you building today?" I asked during the short process of giving
him his change.

"Got a lot of projects going on," he said.

I picked up his order to hand to him, and again, bold as hell, when he
reached across for it I put my free hand over his as if to make sure he had
hold of it, and sort of trailed my fingers over his as he pulled back.

"Have a great day, and build it solid," I told him.

He smiled and put his hand to his hard hat, like he was tipping his hat to
me.  "I'll be sure to do that," he said.

As he drove off, I looked around to see if anyone had noticed.  Nope,
everybody was going about their work.

Next day the guy was back. My heart thudded in my chest when I saw the
Rogers Construction truck pulling up to my window.

"Same as I had yesterday...," he started.

I cut in and rattled off what he'd ordered the day before.

"You remembered," he said with a smile.

"Yes, sir," I said as I set about making up his order. "What're you
building today?" I asked with mischievous grin.

"Had to pull everybody off to break ground at the site of the new brewery,"
he said.

I went through the same routine as before, making change and handing him
his order, and he seemed to cooperate, hesitating a little with his hands
as we made the exchange.  I felt a surge in my loins.

"I'm gonna drive out there sometime and watch the heavy equipment," I
remarked.

"Any time. Just can't get too close," he said, with a wave, and he drove
off.

I took it as an invitation extraordinaire and the next afternoon, my day
off, I drove out to the sight where they were building the new brewery. I
drove in as close as I dared and got out and sat on the hood of my car to
watch. Right away, some big dude came sauntering over...fuck, the guy had
no clue how sexy he was...and told me I would have to leave.

I told him the site foreman said I could watch.  He didn't believe me; he
asked me who the site foreman was. I didn't know his name but I described
him and the truck he drove. The guy took off his hardhat and scratched his
head and frowned.

"Okay, I'll get him, send him over, make sure," he said.

A few minutes later I saw him walking toward me.  Fuck, didn't these guys
know how sexy they were, in those dusty jeans and work boots and hard hats,
bulging out of their T-shirts?  He took his hardhat off too, like the other
guy and I eyed his big bicep that curled up the size of a fuckin'
grapefruit.

"Is this too close?" I asked.

"Naw, you're fine. You could get closer if you want," he said.

"I would like to," I said, but I didn't slide off the car like I was going
to drive up closer. That wasn't what I meant anyway, but I doubted if he
caught my meaning.  He surprised the crap out of me.

"Well, I could show you some things up closer if you want me to," he said
with a tight-lipped smile.  He turned and I slid off the hood of my car to
follow him. He actually showed me around the site. I wasn't sure he had
caught my real meaning after all, so I tried again.

"I'll be you've got a beautiful house, being a contractor," I said.

He laughed. "Actually, I don't have a house," he said. I live in a small
efficiency in the Creighton Motel."

"But that's just while you're working here," I said.

"Yeah, when I go to another site I get another efficiency in another
motel," he said.

"You don't have your own house?"

"Nope. Just never got around to it," he said.

"Are you ever going to build your own house?" I asked.

"Someday, when I'm ready to settle down."

"You don't have a wife...or girlfriend?...I noticed you don't wear a
wedding ring.

"No, I'm pretty much a loner," he said.

"A loner, but I bet you don't get lonely," I said.  "I'll bet you don't
have any trouble finding women to help keep your efficiency clean," I
joked.

He laughed again.  "They do seem to all want to pick up after me," he
said. Then he gave me my surprise. "You ever wanta drop by and see the
place, it's number one-eighty-two, second level," he said.

Shit!!!  "I just might do that," I said.  Might!!!  "How about tonight?" I
asked.

"Sure.  I'll be there anytime after six thirty."

Oh, shit!  Oh, shit! I was so excited I couldn't think. It was gonna
happen!  I didn't know it was going to happen, but I knew it was.  I rushed
home to get ready.  I felt like a slut-minded high school girl getting
ready for a first date with the high school jock.  He said anytime after
6:30; I was there at 6:31.  I held back from running up the stairs, and I
managed to walk, not run, down the corridor to his room, number
one-eighty-two. I raised my hand but paused to look down at myself...okay,
I looked all right...I knocked. He opened the door. He had apparently just
got there himself; he still had his hardhat on his head.

 "Hey, you didn't waste any time," he said with a big smile.

 "You said anytime after 6:30; I hope I'm not too early," I said, feeling a
little embarrassed that I appeared so anxious.

"No, I'm here, so you're not too early," he said. "Come in, make yourself
comfortable."

I didn't know what he meant by that so I just sat on the other bed, the one
that was made up.  He hadn't made the one he slept in.  Without asking, he
set his hardhat aside and got a beer out of a cooler and handed it to me.

"I know you're not old enough to drink, but one beer won't hurt you, and
it'll wear off before you have to drive."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that either, but it sounded like he expected
me to stay a while.

He turned on the TV and handed me the remote. "I gotta shower off some of
this work grime," he said as he peeled his dirty T-shirt off over his head.

Whoa! I almost said it out loud. Fuck, he had muscles layered over muscles
that rippled beautifully when he pulled his shirt off. I was almost
breathless at the way his huge chest muscles settled on his ribcage when he
lowered his arms. I'd never seen such big pecs, and they were nicely
covered with just the right amount of hair. His stomach looked like a plate
of armour, like stacks of bricks, and sported a light flurry of hair all
over with a darker line that trailed down into his jeans. His shoulders and
back flared out as he bent over to unlace his work boots.  I wished he'd
left them on.  I wished he would let me take his clothes off of him.  I
wished he wouldn't even shower. He was so hot and sexy, I would've been
glad to lick the sweat off his muscles. He reached for his belt but then
turned and walked into the bathroom before he took his jeans off, leaving
me breathless and rubbing my crotch with great anticipation.

There was no guarantee that we were going to have sex...he hadn't said
anything outright...but I knew we were. I could feel the vibes. I couldn't
imagine that he'd invited me just to see his room, or to pick up after
him. I expected everyone who came to his room, he had sex with them, male
or female. I couldn't wait for him to come out of the bathroom. He hadn't
taken any clean clothes in with him so I was going to get to see him naked.

I fidgeted as I waited; Godd, I wish he would hurry up! I thought about
rummaging around in his drawers to find a pair of shorts to take in to
him. But before I found the nerve, he came out of the bathroom with a towel
around his waist, holding it in place with two fingers at his side.  Ohh,
Fuck!  I squirmed in my chair.  I was surprised at the towel, but he didn't
leave it on long. He walked over to the dresser and got a pair of shorts
then let the towel drop to the floor. He was standing sideways to me,
giving me a great view of his gorgeous, round, tight butt and an even
better view of his front in the mirror.  He glanced in the mirror just as
he was about to put his shorts on and our eyes met for a split second. I
knew we had connected, for whatever purposes.

"Hell, I guess I don't need these," he said, tossing his shorts back in the
drawer.  "It just you and me.  You don't mind, do you?"

"No," I replied, too quickly.  "It's your room, you can run around any way
you please."

He was at the cooler getting another beer.  He got me another one too, even
though I hadn't finished my first one. He walked over to where I was
sitting, set the can down on the table and took my beer out of my hand,
while I tried to keep my eyes off his manhood. It didn't work. His cock was
magnificent, hanging over a pair of high and tight balls, like magnets
drawing my gaze to them. It was thick and meaty, the head looked heavy,
with a wide rim.  The bluish veins were like a roadmap.  I swallowed
hard...he probably heard me...and quickly took a gulp of beer to have a
reason to swallow.

"I guess I didn't get your name," he said.

"Tomas," I said.

"Deck," he said, putting out his hand. "It's my last name, but people use
it as my first name."

"Glad to meet you," I said.

 "I hope to make you even more glad," he said with a sly grin. "Well, how
do you like my place?" he asked with a sweep of his hand holding the beer
can as he laid back on the other bed, leaning up against the headboard. He
kicked at the rumbled covers to get them out of the way.

"Its okay; all you need," I said.

"Fuck, it's a dump, but you're right, it's all I need.  All I use it for is
to shower and shave, fuck and sleep."

I choked on my beer at his "fuck" remark, and started laughing. He broke
out laughing too, his solid abs rippling when he did.

"Life's pretty simple for you, then," I joked.

"Simple, the way I like it. But interesting," he said as he laid his hand
over his manhood.  He jerked it back with, "Damn, that's cold!"

"Use your other hand," I said, laughing.

"Both of my hands are cold. You got a warm hand?" he asked.

"No, I've had both of my hands around my beer," I said.

"Well, anything else warm you could offer that's warm?" he asked.

The room was instantly tense. Actually, I guess it was me that was tense,
he seemed to be completely relaxed and at ease with his question. I quickly
relaxed my insides. I didn't want to appear frightened.  I didn't want this
opportunity to be spoiled by anything.  I took a sip of beer before I
answered him.

"I guess I could have," I said quietly.

"Come on, Son, we both know you didn't come here to check out my living
quarters," he said with a smile as he spread his legs out wide. "How about
you come over here and show me what you've got that's warm."

It thrilled me that he called me son. I didn't need a second invitation. I
set my beer down and climbed on the bed.

"You look pretty young, have you ever been with another guy?" he asked as I
was crawling between his legs.  His cock was coming to life.

"Yes, a few," I said.  I knelt there, sort of crouched forward, my hands on
my thighs.

"By a few...?  How much experience have you had. You ever been fucked?" he
asked.

"No."

"You wanta try it?"

"I don't know; I've often thought I would like to see what its like. But
your cock is so big." I began rubbing my hands up and down his thighs and
his cock swung straight up over his abs, throbbing.

"I would take it easy with you," he said as he reached down and squeezed
his cock.  Then he held it straight up.

"That wouldn't make your cock any smaller," I said, gazing at the huge meat
that he was stroking.

"Okay, but if you're curious and really wanting to try it, I would sure
like to be the first one to show you how it feels."

Who was I kidding?  Him, maybe, a little bit.  Not myself. I wanted to feel
his big, beautiful cock sliding in my ass so bad it was itching. Truth was,
I was scared. I couldn't imagine anything the size of his cock going in my
ass. Well, I could...I had imagined it a hundred times...but thinking about
it as a reality, it would probably hurt like hell. I reached out for his
cock and he moved his hand.  It felt wonderful. It felt even bigger than it
looked. I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it. It was so virile,
I could actually feel the veins bloated with blood.

"Would it hurt?" I asked.

"A little, for about a minute," he said. "You're built like an athlete. You
play football?"

"Yeah," I replied, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"Did it ever hurt when you had some big linebacker knock you on your ass?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah, it did."

"What'd you do, walk off the field and go back to the locker room and cry?"

"No," I said, laughing.

"Fuck no, you didn't.  You went back for more.  Same thing, different kind
of hurt."

"Let me think about it...while I do this," I said as I leaned down and slid
my lips around the head of his cock.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned, laying his head back. "Yeah, you think about it all
you want."

I was able to handle only about of his cock but he seemed to be satisfied
with that.  I sure was. Half of his cock was the full size of some cock's
I'd sucked. I was thinking about what he'd said about getting fucked. I
wanted to, real bad. I'd thought about it a lot, and this was my big
chance, but he was so damned big! Maybe nine inches, besides being so
thick. But he was so sure I could take him, and maybe I could, but I just
knew it was gonna hurt like hell.

"Hey, Tomas, why don't you slip out of those jeans," he said.

I unlaced my boots while I kept on sucking his cock, then stood and took my
jeans off. I lay crossways on the bed and went back down on his cock that
he was holding up for me.  Right away, he reached out and laid his hand on
my butt. He squeezed my muscles through my shorts then shoved his hand down
inside.

"Fuck, nice solid ass," he said. "Nice and smooth."

"Thanks," I murmured around his cock.

I knew now why he wanted me out of my jeans. He kept squeezing my butt and
working his thick fingers down between them. He wet his fingers in his
mouth and began massaging my asshole with them, probing at the rubbery
muscle. I knew it was coming.  It was going to happen. He wet them again
and probed through. I winced a little, mostly from surprise, but didn't
make any sound.  I couldn't help groaning when he shoved a finger deep
inside me. I rose up with a loud intake of breath when he shoved a second
one in.

"Ohhh...Ohhhhh...Ohhh," I moaned softly as he worked his fingers in and out
of my ass, and before long I was squirming around on his hand.

"You've never had anybody do this before, have you?" he asked as he
wriggled his fingers around inside my ass.

"No," I said nervously.

"Feel good?"

"Ohh, Godd, yeah."

He smiled.  He pulled his fingers out of my ass and held them up to my
face.  "Open your mouth and give me some spit."

I was horrified and excited at the same time. More excited than horrified,
for I opened up and he shoved three fingers in my mouth and worked them
around in my spit. I welcomed the third, thick finger into my ass.

"OOOhhhh," I moaned around his cock as he stretched my ass even more.

"You ready to try my cock on for size?" he asked.

"I want to, but...ohhh...ohhh...I don't know if I can take it," I
said. "Ohh, Godd!" I gasped as he touched a spot inside me that made me
want to scream with pleasure.

"Don't sell yourself short," he said. "You want to, and that's half the
battle."  He pulled his fingers out of my ass and held them up beside his
cock.  "See, its not much bigger than my fingers you were taking," he said.

I thought it looked a lot bigger, but he had a point.  And, Godd, his
fingers felt so good.

"All right, I guess we can try it," I said meekly.

"You can stop me any time you want," he said. He moved to the side and
urged me to lie on the bed on my stomach.  Then he got behind me, on his
knees, using them to shove my legs wider apart.  He had a tube that he
must've slipped from under the mattress or his pillow, and he was squeezing
lube on his fingers.  He pulled one side of my butt apart and applied the
lube, rubbing my crack and my asshole, the shoving his fingers inside me
again. He made sure he found that spot again, causing me to let out a
squealing moan and raise my hips.

"Yeah, you're gonna love this," he said.

Next I felt the heat of his cock separating my butt muscles and searing
against my asshole. He nudged and worked it around for a couple of minutes
against the spongy muscle surrounding my hole.  Then I felt some serious
pressure and the spongy muscle was being stretched to the limit and I knew
there was only one way for his cock to go, that was straight inside me.

"I said you could stop me anytime you want, but you gotta say it like you
mean it," he said.

It sounded like a warning, and I wasn't sure what he was saying. He started
bearing down and I was breathless with anticipation.  I was scared too, but
I wanted this to happen, and I vowed to take him no matter what.  He
gripped my right hipbone to pull me up onto my knees. When he did, it was
like I humped back onto his cock. It shoved through my hole like a ball bat
and seared deep into my guts. I let out a yowl that nobody heard that was
muffled in the pillow.  I saw stars and thought I was going to black out.

"Fuck, kid, I didn't mean for you to skewer yourself on it," the man
said. His voice came from a far distance.

"I'm...okay!" I gasped, too loudly, as if I needed to make him hear me.

`Okay, but we'll wait a minute and let you get used to it," he said.

I wondered how much of his cock I had inside me; how much was left. I could
feel it throbbing and that felt good, sort of soothing the pain. My asshole
clenched steadily around the thick girth and that helped work it out too.
He gave me all the time he thought I needed before he inched in a little
deeper.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

"Big," I said.

He laughed.  "Well, yeah, I know, big, but are you okay. Do you want more?"

"I want it all," I said. "I want you to fuck me."

"I'm gonna fuck you, I just don't wanta rape you," he said.

"You're not gonna be raping me, I asked for it," I told him.

Deck fucked my brains out.  I admit, part of it was me.  I wasn't exactly
passive; I fucked back on his cock. I liked being fucked.  I felt like I
wanted to scream each time he shoved into me and slid his cock across that
certain spot. I wanted to scream and I wanted to cum.

Deck slowed, then stopped. "Now that you're use to it, and I think you're
liking it, let's turn you over," he said. He pulled out and I turned over
on my back. He brought my legs up and put my ankles on his shoulders.

"You want me like those women you bring here," I said.

He laughed.  "Nobody would ever mistake you for a woman," he said. "And I'm
not pretending you are one.  I wanta see your face when I fuck you, and I
like to watch your muscles when you move."

"You do?" I was surprised he even noticed my muscles.

"Yeah, you're built real nice.  That's part of the attraction I have for
guys, is their muscles."

"You must have guys with a lot more muscle than me," I said.

"Don't put yourself down, Son.  You're built and you're cute as fuck.  Not
to mention, you're hung pretty nice, too."  With that he surprised me again
by taking hold of my cock.  He jacked me slowly as he shoved his cock back
inside me.

"OOOhhhhhh!" I moaned.

"Goes in a little deeper this way," he said as he lodged his cock deep.  He
held it there for a minute then started fucking me again.

I closed my eyes and sailed.  I couldn't believe he was touching my cock,
but he was jacking me steadily, using his spit for lube. Then he surprised
me again.

"Look, I want you to know I don't do this for everybody, but you're so
young and so fuckin' cute and sexy, I wanta do it."  He bent over and took
my cock in his mouth!

"Ohh, Godd!" I cried with surprise.  I lifted my head to watch, to gape at
his handsome face down in my crotch, those full strong lips wrapped around
my cock, sliding up and down the shaft.  I trembled at the feel of his
tongue slurping all around the head. He sucked me as he fucked me. I was in
heaven; in a state of disbelief.

He lifted his head.  "Tell me when you're getting close," he said.

"Yes, I will." I thought he wanted me to warn him so he could get off my
cock.

He must've fucked me for a half hour or more. We both worked up a good
sweat. When he would rise up, his sweat dripped off his face and I was
lucky enough to catch some of the salty stuff in my mouth.  He fucked me
hard and he fucked me slow.  It was good both ways, even better when he had
his mouth on my cock.  Finally, I couldn't hold off.  I warned him.  But he
didn't get off my cock.  He just fucked me harder, and I sort of knew that
he was trying to cum too, at the same time as me, and I still thought he
would get off of my cock.

Suddenly he groaned, a loud groan from deep in his belly and lunged at me
with his hips then fucked me with short, hard jabs. I didn't warn him again
that I was so close. I couldn't. I was choking on it. I just let it go. It
jolted me when I fired off the first blast into his mouth.  He was going to
be mad and probably kill me for cumming in his mouth. But he didn't say
anything. He didn't even rise up; so he could speak. He just kept sucking
me and taking my load, and I kept cumming, and then I felt and heard him
swallowing.  He was swallowing my load!  I was about half finished when I
felt the heat of his cum flooding my insides. I think it made me cum even
more.  He came so hard it seared that little spot he was touching and it
quivered and I felt like my cock was a hose.  After a long moment, he rose
up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Goddam, Son, you come like a pony," he said.

"You cum like a stallion, it felt like," I said. "Feels like it's running
out of me."

"Yeah, I'm a pretty heavy cummer," he said.  "But so are you. Damn, by the
time you're my age, you're gonna be a stallion."

 I had to ask him. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Was that the first time you ever took somebody's load?"

"Yes."

I smiled, a big, broad, happy smile.

"That makes you happy, don't it?  Knowing you got my cum gulping
virginity."

"Yes, it does.  Especially a big stud like you," I said.

The man didn't get up from the bed as I got dressed and he stayed there as
I left.

That was the first time...





                                       The Second Time



I put on my headset and took over the station from my co-worker. The place
was not modernly equipped with an order station separate from the pickup
window.  It was a small, family business where you drove up to the window,
gave your order and waited on it, offering a few precious minutes to
converse with the customer. I was pleasantly surprised – no, I was
bowled over – with the very first car that drove through.  He was so
good looking I almost gasped when I saw him.  I must have had a gasped
expression on my face because he smiled before he gave me his order.  I had
to concentrate on his order; my eyes and mind were elsewhere. He was maybe
twenty years old, with dusty blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes, teeth that
sparkled when he smiled.  All he had on were his sneakers and a yellow swim
suit with dark blue stripes angled down the front toward the crotch; a very
small swim suit The way it rode up on his thighs and in his crotch, it was
hard to tell if it was a boxer brief or a bikini; either way, it had the
same effect. It not only barely covered the essentials, it accented them.
The bulge he was showing was almost criminal.  I was almost salivating as I
tried to speak intelligently while I waited for his order to be called.
Then the most incredible thing happened. We ran out of buns and French
fries, at the same time. They would get buns from the storeroom and go back
to the walk-in freezer to get the French fries.  I took advantage of the
situation.  Really took advantage, for it wasn't really a situation.

"Sir, I'm sorry, it's going to be a few minutes.  If you want to pull
through and park, I'll bring your order out to you," I told him.

"No problem," he said as he slipped the car into gear.

I didn't know how the manager would react but I had made a decision. I took
another order and by that time they had the buns, and had potatoes in the
fryers. When the stud's order was up, I took off my headphones and told a
co-worker I had to deliver an order outside. I was almost breathless as I
walked to his car.  There would only be a moment; every word had to count.

"Here you go, sir, sorry for the wait," I said, handing him the order
through the window.

"That was pretty quick, thanks for bringing it out," he said.

Leaning down for another look inside the car, I said, "It's my pleasure,"
with a big smile and a more-than-casual glance downward.  "Hey, that's a
really sharp swim suit, by the way," I said.

His smile broadened.  "Oh. Thanks," he said as if he was surprised at my
remark.

"Where'd you get it?"  I asked.

"I don't remember, actually.  I've got a lot of swim suits."

"Well, wear them through, I'd like to see you in some more of them," I said
boldly.  It was a dumb thing to say; even dangerous.  It could cost me my
job if he took it the wrong way; not to mention the possibility of loosing
some teeth if he put those muscles into action. But after that first fuck
in the construction worker's motel room, I'd found my nerve. And the guy
caught my meaning and smiled.

"Would you, now?" he said with a smile.

"Absolutely."

"Well, I'm on my way home right now, but...what time do you get off? Maybe
we could go swimming," he asked.

"Not till eleven.  It would be too late to go swimming," I said.

"We don't have to go swimming for you to see me in another swim suit, do
we?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"No, I guess we don't," I said.

"Well, then, I'll see you back here at eleven o'clock," he said.  "What's
your favorite color?"

I thought for a second then gave the perfect answer.  "It really doesn't
matter, as long as you're in it," I said.

He laughed, the sloping muscles of his hard abs rippling.

"Fuckin' great abs, too," I said for good measure.

"Hey, I'll park over in the mall parking lot, back under the trees when I
come back; that okay?" he said.

"Yeah, that would be a good idea," I said.

I knew I took too long delivering the order and I knew the manager would be
unhappy.

"That took too long," she said with her usual glare.

"I thought it would be impolite to just walk away when he was talking," I
said defensively. I thought she was jealous that I'd taken the order out
and she probably wanted to.

The rest of the night was half hell and all excitement.  The waiting was
the hell part, but the excitement and anticipation made the time go
faster. I volunteered to finish the floor and clean the grill so I would be
the last one out, besides the manager.  I didn't want the others to see me
going to the guy's car.  We locked up and left, and I drove my car out of
the lot as if I was leaving, then around to the mall parking lot.  I parked
back under the trees, several spaces away, and walked to his car.  He
greeted me warmly and told me to get in, and immediately started his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked, eyeing the near naked stud.

"Someplace where I can how off my swim suit," he said.

"You're already showing it off just fine," I told him. Was he ever!  The
suit was a bright yellow bikini, little more than a strip of material
stretched around his hips with a bulge the size of two fists.

"You like it?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah."

"You're awfully shy, aren't you," he said jokingly as he reached across for
my hand and placed it over the bulge of his suit. He held it there till he
knew I wasn't going to pull away. Not a fuckin' chance!

"Yeah, almost as shy as you are," I said.

My heart thudded in my chest as I squeezed and massaged the warm, live
bulge of his manhood. He felt like a horse, and my mouth was watering as he
pushed the bulge into my palm. He drove out to the county park and followed
a winding, narrow road to a secluded picnic area, close to the lake, all
the while with me working on his swimsuit. He parked the car facing out
then turned in the seat toward me.  I sort of twisted around too, and he
brought his right leg up on the other side of me so I was virtually between
his legs. I leaned over and he pushed my head down into his crotch. I met
it with my mouth wide open and began mouthing the warm pouch that contained
what felt like the biggest cock I would ever see. It took only moments
before the front of his suit was tented with his hardon. I moved to the
side of the tented bulge and lapped my tongue around the bared base of his
cock.

"Fuck, take it out," he groaned huskily.

I tugged the front of his suit out from his stomach, stretching it away
from his manhood till the big hunk of meat sprang free.

"Geezusss!" I gasped.  He wasn't just big, he was huge. Unbelievably
huge. "My God!  How big is it?"

He laughed, his muscular abs rippling.  "Why don't you get your mouth
around it and measure it for yourself," he said.

"I don't know if I can get my mouth around it," I said.

"It's not all that big," he said.

"Are you kidding?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out," he said as he pressed on the back
of my neck, forcing me on his cock.

I succumbed to the force of his muscular arm and met his manhood with my
mouth opened so wide I thought my jaws my lock.  The head alone filled my
mouth nearly to capacity.  There was no way I could actually suck a cock
that size, but I gave it all I had with my tongue and that drove him nuts.
I was suddenly aware of his hand on my butt, his thick, long fingers
squeezing the muscles, fingers trying to probe between them.

"Damn, you've got a nice butt," he whispered as he shoved his hand down
inside my shorts.

"Uuhhnnnnn," I moaned around his cock as he pressed his fingertip against
my hole.

"I gotta fuck that sometime," he said.

"MMMMnnnhh," I groaned again as he shoved the first knuckle of his finger
inside me.

"Oh, so nice and tight and hot," he said.  "Have you ever been fucked?" he
asked.

I shook my head no while I concentrated on giving him the best
blowjob/tongue-job I could. I don't know why I lied, except I was a little
scared; I wondered if he could even find women who could handle him. I
sucked hard and slathered his cockhead with my tongue, hoping to get him
off before the idea of fucking me became a reality in his mind, at the same
time I was squirming around on his probing finger, glad that the older guy
had already broke me in, just in case.

"Would you like to get fucked?" he asked as he shoved a second finger
through my hole.

"Aaawwwhnnn!" I groaned loudly.  "I don't know, right now I want to suck
your cock.  It's so big, and so fuckin' beautiful."

"Yeah, go ahead, chow down, fuckin' can wait," he said, but he was actually
fucking me with his fingers.  "Do you swallow?" he asked.

I shook my head as I tried to rise up to answer him but he kept me down.  I
didn't like to swallow, but I wanted to tell him he could come in my mouth.
I loved having hot, thick semen spurt into my mouth and swirl it around the
guy's cock while he was cumming. But then I usually spit it out.

"I want you to swallow it, okay?" he said as he humped his cock up into my
mouth in short thrusts.

I managed to rise up this time.  "You can shoot in my mouth but I don't
know if I can swallow it," I said.  "I never have," I liked again.

"Well, this'll be your first time, then," he said, and before I had a
chance to answer, he pushed me back down on his cock. "Won't be long," he
told me. "I'll warn you when I'm close."

I was sort of panicked.  I loved sucking his cock, and I wanted to feel his
load shooting in my mouth, but I was afraid I would be sick if he forced me
to swallow the stuff. Either way, there wasn't much I could do, so I tried
to brace myself and get psyched up for it.  Even if I had to swallow his
come, that would be better than getting fucked by his big horse cock. Yeah,
I wanted it, but I was afraid of it.

His warning came at precisely the same second that the first salvo of semen
blasted into my mouth so it wasn't a warning at all.

"I'm comming!" he gasped as he clamped his hand firmly on the back of my
head to hold it in place, which pretty much let me know that I was going to
swallow his cum. He filled my mouth in no time; with the size of his
cockhead, there wasn't much room for come.

"Swallow," he said frantically.  "Don't lose it, swallow it."

I fought down my gag reflex as I took the first big gulp.  The stuff slid
down my throat in a long, thick globby rope, more easily than I could've
imagined. With my throat opened up he was suddenly shooting directly into
my throat and my throat muscles were accepting it and contracting and
taking it down into my stomach.  The entire task was easier than I
expected.  With his cock pressed tightly against the opening of my throat
and spurting cum into my throat, I wasn't getting the taste of the
stuff. But there was a lot of it.  I know he must've shot off at least
twelve or thirteen loads before the stuff started boiling out into my
mouth.  At last, I was left with a mouthful of warm cockmeat and semen.  He
held it there for a long moment as he caught his breath.  Finally, the
pressure on the back of my head was released and I rose up. As my lips slid
back from around his cockhead, his semen swirled in my mouth and I got the
full blast of taste. I willed myself to swallow it to get rid of it.
Rising up, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Fuck, that was fantastic!  You didn't loose a drop," he said.

"I don't think so," I said.

"Shit, you've got a real educated tongue," he said.  "I wish you could go
down on it more."

"Your cock's gotta be dam near a foot long, I could never get it in my
throat," I said.

"Aw, come on, its not that big," he scoffed. "I know it'd fit in your ass
nice and snug," he said.

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't certain that we were ever going to find
that out, but then he mentioned coming to his room.

"Sorry I couldn't take you there tonight, but my roommate was using it, and
its too late now, he would already be in bed," he said.

"You share a place?" I asked.

"Me and another guy share a room at a motel.  We're on the construction
crew building the new brewery," he said.

"Which motel," I asked.

A nearly shit when he told me. I almost blurted out that I knew another guy
who stayed there. I wondered how many other men from the crew were living
at the motel.

"Sometime we'll go to my room where it's more comfortable, and we can
fuck," he said.

"Yeah, sometime when your roommate isn't entertaining," I said.

By the time I got home I was regretting not letting the guy fuck me on one
of the picnic tables. I could've handled him somehow, and my ass was
rebelling, all itchy inside. There was an empty ache inside me, more than
pain that I had endured with my first fuck, that I knew it would not go
away.  The body healed itself, and being in such great shape, mine would
rebound in no time and I would be ready for more.  The idea of being fucked
again, especially by this young stud, scared me a little but I couldn't
help myself.  I had gotten past the pain on my virgin voyage, and I would
again. Besides, I told myself, I had managed to get used to taking the
older guy's cock, I would have no fear of any man who wanted to fuck me,
including the giant-cocked guy in the swimsuit.

"I have to get over it," I said. "I know I'm gonna let him fuck me,
eventually."

A few days later Deck drove through again. He smiled when he saw
me. "How're you doing, Son? You okay?" he asked.

"Doing great. You?"

"Could be better," he said.

"Oh? Something wrong?"

"Nothing that you couldn't cure," he said in a low tone.

"I'm at your beck and call, sir," I said.  "Just tell me what you want."

"I guess that means you want my order," he said.

"For starters," I said.

I took his order and me and another kid scurried around to fill it.  I told
Deck what he owed and we went through the same little ritual in him paying
and me handing him his order.

"Six thirty again?" he asked with a tight smile.

"I can't tonight, I'm working till eleven," I said.

"Well, come by when you get off work, I'll probably still be awake.  If I'm
not, just wake me."

"Okay."

Later, the young stud came through. He wasn't wearing a swimsuit, but he
was wearing cargo shorts that rode up high, exposing his thick, muscular
thighs, and no shirt.

"Hey, dude, you ready to try it?" he asked with a grin.

"Try what?" I asked, toying with him.

"You want me to spell it out right here?"

"No!" I said, laughing.

"What time do you get off, eleven again?" he asked.

"I get off any time I can," I joked.

"I'll be parked over under the tree," he said.

I met the guy again after work.  We drove to the motel where the
construction guys were staying.  I was more than a little surprised when he
led the way up the stairs...to room one-eighty-two!  He was roomies with
Deck!

Inside, the one bed wasn't made, same as before.

"You'll have to forgive the mess. My Dad's a real slob," he said.

"Your...Dad?"

"Yeah, we're both working at this site. He's my foreman.  Don't worry, he
won't be home for a while.  And if he does show up, that's no sweat. We
both know what's going on. Hell, I've watched him going at it, and he's
watched me."

"Man, that is cool as hell," I said.  "Do you ever do things together?" I
asked as my mind raced with the possibilities.

"No, but I would like to mix it up with him. He's a total stud."  He
laughed softly. He told me about having a young kid here the other night
who'd never been fucked. He was so excited that he got the kid's cherry.
Kinda like I'm gonna be happy and excited to get yours."



				  The End



(If you liked the story--or if you didn't--please let me hear from you; my
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like this happen to you, or anything close; I would like to hear about
it. I get a lot of my ideas and inspiration from readers.

Thanks,
Pete