Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2007 18:59:09 -0800 (PST) From: D One Subject: Feeling Good Frank has the usual end of workday aches and pains. It was nothing different then anyone else and he planned to do the same things that most others do when he got back to his apartment. The place was dark and musty. Frank opened the drapes and windows in his one room apartment which quickly converted it into a more pleasant place to be. He stripped his clothes quickly as if he needed his entire body to inhale the early evening breeze coming through the window. He hung up this shirt, tie, belt and pants carefully so they would be worn another day. Frank tossed his undershirt and underwear across the room into the laundry basket tucked in a corner. "Two points!" he announced as the balled up cotton indeed made a basket each time. The shower drenched him while filling the bathroom with billows of steam. As Frank soaped his body he tried to massage his shoulders, lowerback and thighs. Working for a construction company was good work and it kept him on the road going from his office to each site. He smiled each time he arrived at a site as it reminded him of his youth when he was a worker. Frank's father got him the first job. "It'll make a man out of you" he had said. Frank learned the man was indeed right as he struggled to lift bags of cement, lumber, pipes and other items he was constantly being told to fetch for the others. It never got easier, even though his shoulders, arms and torso changed shape to fit his labors. The sun would bake his shirtless body turning it as brown as some of the other workers he had admired hopefully without them suspecting. But one or two did more then suspect, introducing Frank to the man pleasures he sought. His virgin mouth and butt were trained by them as his body was trained by his summer jobs. By the time Frank left home to attend college, he was no longer a child in any sense of the word. Fortunately his status as a boy was appreciated by others. And each summer through those years, he returned to the dust, dirt, sun, girders and workmen back home. By that time he wasn't considered the kid they would send on initiating errands, not the one that always had to fetch things for them. Frank's labors became more skilled as his nights advanced his skills pleasing other men in privacy of their apartments and houses. He easily remembered the times unsuspecting wives or even lovers returned home early forcing him to escape through a back door or even a window. And once or twice he did so leaving clothing behind. He would hide in the bushes until his companion tossed them to him. He even had to sneak home once behind bushes and in the dark while still naked. The second time this happened, a police car picked him up for the rest of his journey. "He boyfriend came home early" he explained and the cops laughed tossing him a blanket as he got in the back seat. He shared stories of his youthful exploits with them during the ride, changing the sexes. Frank wasn't that much older now. His late 20th were on the brink of the decade that made most boys into real men with the pressures and responsibilities of debt, future plans and some dependants. He shook his wet hair and body like a dog that had just entered from a rainstorm and laughed. It felt good. The towel was big and fluffy just like the older hairy men he had learned the art of love from years ago. Then came the jeans. He had seen the TV commercials about a favorite pair of jeans a guy wore and smiled. It was true. His favorite pair fit him like a glove; not a tight glove. They were form fitting and showed off his fit thighs and buttocks. He never wore underwear with them. Frank loved the feeling of the denim rubbing against his bare flesh. It was a welcome change from wearing calvins and suit trousers all week. The blue t shirt he selected too was one of his prized possessions. It was one of the oldest he had and still fit him as it did when he was in college. The sleeves were a bit shorter revealing parts of his shoulders. And the bottom of it barely met the tops of his jeans. He stretched and looked at his reflection in the mirror. While his cock hardened, Frank viewed the bare skin, his belly button and the beginning of his treasure trail that made a nice black furry line from his belly button down beneath his denims to where it broadened into a wider patch above his cock. Frank laughed at himself. He wasn't vain but he liked the way he looked because he knew others would like it too. And he did have a date. Well it wasn't actually a date. An old friend from one summer working during college years had appeared and Frank was going to his house for drinks, pizza and updating. Chace was a thin man. Despite his lack of apparent muscles, he worked as hard as anyone that summer. Frank remembered and admired him for that. He was a statistician now spending hours at computers instead of in the sun lifting steel trusses. Chace had recognized him at the construction site of his company. "Excuse me, aren't your Frank Mullins?" he asked. Frank recognized him immediately and the two shook hands at first then moved together and hugged. It was the first time they had ever done that. Men didn't hug at construction sites, especially the younger ones. Even the men who spent after hours educating Frank about the pleasures of man sex never did anything at work that would make others suspect of their desires for manflesh pleasures. "Hey why don't we catch up?" Chace asked. "Ok how about drinks or dinner or ?" Frank suggested. "We could, why not come over to the house. Yea I still live at home, but my folks are gone and I own it now. We can relax, smoke a little, have some wine, pizza and just talk." Chace cautiously suggested. Frank was surprised the guy didn't want to go out for steaks and beer like they all did from time to time that summer. "Yea sure, that would be nice" Frank began to wonder. Few men, especially younger ones suggested drinking wine. He parked the car. The two story wood house was the same. Even though he had only seen it from he outside when the group dropped Chace off after work, he remembered it vividly. It was as if he was supposed to be there again. Chace answered the door wearing jeans, a grey wife beater and was barefoot. He held a bottle of red wine with the cork screw still in it. "Great I was just about to open..you like red don't you?" He asked stepping back so Frank could enter. "Now that's the Frank Mullins I remember." "What?" Frank asked even though he suspected what Chace meant seeing his eyes looking him over. "T shirt, jeans" Chace said. "We didn't wear suits during construction remember?" Frank laughed and patted Chace on the back, "Oh I remember, I remember lots of things" Frank remembered the sight of Chace that summer. He wasn't muscled or fit but he never hid his body. He stripped his shirt off during lunch like the rest of them to absorb the sun. He wore shorts on especially hot days like the all did. And sometimes when a friend would pick him up, he's strip off his shirt as he hoped into the passenger seat of the convertible. Frank laughed at himself remembering those incidents he saw Chace being picked up at work by his buddies. "What?" Chace asked. "OH just remembering stuff. You know the little things that don't really mean anything I guess." He said looking at Chace now and feeling the same gut stirring he had felt years ago. "Like what?" Chace said smiling. The doorbell interrupted them. "Oh pizza's here" Chace said handing Frank the bottle with the corkscrew "I'll get it." Frank watched Chace talking to the delivery man as he finished opening the bottle. "Let's go up stairs. We can listen to some music and talk up there" They went upstairs to what was obviously Chace's bedroom. It still had posters on the wall of bands from years ago. "I keep it like I had it, kind of makes me feel young and you know memories and stuff" Chace said as he put the pizza boxes on the floor and sat crosslegged. "First let's have an appetizer" he said putting his hand beneath the waistband of his jeans. Frank put the bottle on the floor and sat across from Chace. He still needed glasses but figured Chace would get those later. There were three joints in the bag. Chacse removed one and reached into a bedside drawer for one of those long fluid lighters used to light stove pilot lights lit it. He inhaled deeply and slowly as if in slow motion. Holding the smoke in his lungs, Chace handed the joint to Frank. Frank smiled and inhaled it watching Chace peel his t-shirt off. His torso was tanned as if he were still an outdoor worker. Chace exhaled letting the smoke drift out between them. He smiled. "Good shit, got it from a friend of mine in the Islands". Frank inhaled and exhaled not as dramatically as Chace but the effects further took him to the mellow condition he welcomed. Chace accepted the joint back. "You can get comfortable too if you like" he said. "I'm more then comfortable" Frank said but he took his shoes and socks off. Chace inhaled and moved forward. He reached for Franks head and brought it closer to him. Before Frank realized it their lips met and Chase forced his latest inhale into Frank's lungs. "It's a better high" Chace explained as Frank held the smoke inside still surprised by Chace's action. Chace meanwhile crawled to the electronics stores on shelves and turned on his multi cd player which resounded with music from years past. It was as if they weren't both in their almost 30's anymore but instead the youthful, new years of their freedom as boys in their young twenties. And it felt good to be that age again. The pizza seemed ti disappear as did the wine. They talked about different workers, old and young they remembered. "Remember old crank, Carlos?" Chace said. "He never liked anything we did." Frank remembered sucking Carlos fat cock once during a lunch break in the portajohn in the back of the lot. "Oh not everything" Frank said and laughed histerically. "What" Chace asked "What bout Carlos?" he urged. "There was that burly guy, the one with the hairy arms, back even his years had hair" Frank recalled. "Oh you mean the Sarge? Yea I never saw so much hair, I bet his ass and balls were hairier then a bears" Chace said. Frank looked at his friend. Did he bring up Carlos because he too knew about the guys love for blowjobs? And what about the Sarge. Maybe he knew just how hairy the mans' butt and balls were. Frank decided to test him. "Shit, what about George? He never wore underwear, his cock went half way down his thigh" Frank said. He knew the man's cock was indeed long and it was the first one that transformed him from a virgin boy into realizing he was a bottom when it came to sex with men. Chace paused "oh yea, I uh remember. He ..." Chace obviously decided not to continue talking about George. Frank rolled over on his stomach and accepted the second joint Chace had lit and passed to him. He inhaled and closed his eyes feeling the effects on his lungs. He felt Chace's hands move under his shirt and move across his back. "Hmmm" Frank responded. Chace changed from lightly rubbing to massaging Frank's shoulders. "hmm" frank repeated. "You ok?" Chace asked. "fuck yea, that feels good" Frank essentially gave him permission to keep going. In fact he wished there was a way to beg him to keep going. But it didn't matter since Chace had already widened his strokes to include Frank's sides and moved to massage Frank's lower back. "You should do this for a living instead of computers. I wish I knew you did that when we worked together" Frank said. "I do too" Chace said quietly accepting the joint Frank passed back to him. "Why don't you roll over I can do your chest too" Chace said handing the half inhaled joint to Frank. Frank rolled over and closed his eyes as he inhaled. Chaces hand easily moved under his shirt and felt Frank's mostly smooth stomacha nd chest. His fingers played with the fur on Frank's chest then his nipples. "Wow, big nips" Chace said "I don't rembemer..." he stopped before reavealing he had looked to notice Franj's nipples years ago. "Lots of stretching" Frank said revealing and testing at the same time. "Good" was all Chace said in response as he began to massage the pectorals that years of lifting cement bags and then weights had created. Frank sighed. It felt good. He wasn't sure if Chace was gay or just experimenting then laughed, they were too old to be called experimenting adolescents he knew. Chace's hands had moved down his stomach and pressed on his belly just enough to send sensations into the organs that contributed to Frank's preorgasm sensations. "Hope you don't mind, you're making me very hard" Frank said looking down. "I don't mind" Chace said smiling up at Frank. He had fantasized about having sex with Chace that first summer they worked together. He was fresh, hard working, upbeat and seemed to like everyone, the old men and young alike. "Nice" Chace said as he saw Frank's cock pop upwards when his jeans were unbuttoned. It filled his hand and bounced to his touch. "Hmmm let's make this last" Frank said "go slow" as if he needed to explain. "OH we have all night" Chace said "and I suspect you've gone all night before" he lowered his head and licked sending shivers of pleasure through Frank's entire body. "This is Carlos Jr." Carlos introdced Frank. He had barely been able to fit the man's fat cock into his mouth but apparently the man liked what he did. And Frank accepted the ride home that Friday long ago. "He can give you lessons, though you seem to know what your're doing" the man said laughing. Carlos Jr. rushed to the man and kissed him. He was naturally brown skinned. His face reflected his heritage but also included some other nationality. The fact he was naked was not as startling as the fact his cock seemed to spring into it's upright position as soon as Carlos entered the house. "He's my boy." Carlos said. Frank wondered if the boy was Carlo's son. He was relieved to learn the man meant "boy" as in sex partner. "He's staying the night" Carlos said to the kid "you can teach him some things and we'll all have a good time" The boy seemed very young. Almost too young to be having sex with. Frank hesitated "I should probably go home" he said. "No" Carlos the man said. It wasn't an order or pleading. It was a statement of fact. He turned and began to undress Frank. The younger Carlos joined to help and soon Frank's naked body was in plain view. "First we shower, then eat, then play" It was a night Frank never forgot. He learned some tricks of sucking uncut cock. He learned the pleasure of being sucked while sucking another person. He learned that given time to recharge boys and men could have multiple orgasms. "What are you doing now?" Frank looked down as Chace as pulling on the waist of his jeans.. "Lift up" Chace said not answering him. Frank lifted his hips and let his jeans be slid down his legs. He was naked. Well almost. He lifted his torso and took his t shirt off while watching Chace remove his own jeans. "You're gonna like this" Chace said. "Lay back and close your eyes" Frank was stoned, a bit drunk and well fed. His gut was a knot that needed untied. And in his brain were images of Chace years ago, of Carolos, of the Sarge, or the swimmer at college and the images he remembered form high school he never fulfilled his fantasies about. Frank's gasp was so loud it started even him. Chace's tongue as below his nutsac and flicking across Frnaks' butthole. Chace held his legs back. Frank didn't remember him lifting them in the first place. "What are you planning to do to me?" Frank asked. At first he thought it was Chace's voice but it sounded like another that answered. "Well a boy with a butt like that deserves to feel a man's cock" the tall swimmer he met at the campus pool said. He was a grad student and Frank was an undergrad. He didn't object. "I uh never, uh go slow" Frank begged "please". "OH I know how to open you up" the long cock moved inside after stretching Frank's sphinter with a little pain at first. Then the sliding in and out transported Frank into a level of education that changed his life. "I thought so" Chace's voice said feeling his cock hugged by Frank's butt. Frank wondered how he knew but he could ask later. Frank swooned feeling the hard flesh massage his inside, stroke his anal orafice. How he wished it could reach all the way up and out into his mouth through his throat so he could suck it at the same time it fucked him. "Can we do more?" Frank asked in the dark bedroom. The green led on the clock said 4 am. Carlos had slept for awhile. Frank had heard him snoring. "Sure" the younger Carlos said "You suck me this time" he instructed "and I"ll do you" They moved in the dark trying not to disturb Carlos senior. Their mouths swallowed each others' cocks and their tongues explored where they had both been before but not at the same time. Frank realized that Carlos senior had awakened and was positioning himself. He wished it as his ass the man was fucking but instead he was fucking the boy as Frank sucked him. Frank wondered how that must feel to be fucked and sucked at the same time, let alone while sucking another. He would finally get that experience in the showers at the college dorm a couple of years later. "I'm coming" Chace said and pulled his cock out so fast, they both heard the pop. Frank felt the streams of sperm splatter across him leaving puddles on his fact, chest, stomach, thighs. "Christ you can cum" Frank said. "my turn" Frank didn't pause to let Chace recover. He had learned not to from a Professor. He moved quickly pushing Chace to the floor on his stomach and mounting his buttocks and pushing inside. "Wait" Chace said but Frank could tell he didn't really mean it. The fucking was hard, fast and furious. Frank did'nt think, he let his body demand what he did until his gut was raging in a fire like pain. "Want it?" Frank gasped as sweat fell from his armpits and torso. He had been working hard and holding back his orgasm. He didn't know how long he had been fucking but knew Chace had moved to his hands and knees, then to his side and was back on the floor taking every hip thrust Frank gave him. "FUCK ME HELL FUCK ME" Chace yelled. Frank pounded and couldn't hold back any longer he pulled out and saw Chace quickly sit up and move close grasping Frank's body with his legs, reaching out like arms to bring him close. Franks' cock began spitting out before Chace came close but kept going shooting Chace's chin, his open mouth and his hard cock. Frank was surprise the guy's cock was hard again, but not as surprised as he as at the amount of cum he was shooting all over the both of them. They sat like that their arms around each other's sweaty bodies and gasping for air. Frank didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected even the first touch, let along Frank's lips on his cock, or tongue on his asshole. And he certainly hadn't hoped for the long cock fucking him. "Shit" Chace gasped "do you know how long I wanted this to happen?" Frank's ass could still feel Chace inside him. He wanted more. But his cock still felt the grip of Chace's clenching sphinter too. He wanted more of that too. It all felt good. "I used to lay on that bed there and have images of you in my head while I jacked off for hours, all night" Chace was confessing as he moved to the floor and played with Frank's cock and his own at the same time. "Are we gonna talk of fuck?:" Frank asked. Chace didn't answer his lips were busy, His finger was inside Frank at the same time. And it all felt good.