Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:47:55 -0500
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: Filling In

Originally published in the April 2008 issue of Freshmen Magazine

Filling In
By Bacteriaburger a.k.a. Natty Soltesz

            I'd been ready for another boring summer in my tiny hometown,
filled with long days of my usual aimless routine.  You know - sleep, jack
off, watch Judge Judy.  In that order and repeated ad infinitum.
            Luckily the commercials were on when Jake Farbaugh knocked that
day in mid-June.  Otherwise I might have ignored him.
            "Hey Nate," he said, and it took a minute to process who he
was.  "Kevin around?"  He smiled.  He seemed even cuter than I remembered,
when he used to hang out with my older brother.  But maybe my hormones
weren't raging as much back then.
            "Sorry, he moved to Philly about a year ago."
            "Oh, man, that's too bad," he said, brushing some long hair out
of his face.  I gave him the low down on what Kevin was up to, and then I
asked him where he'd been.
            "California," he said, flashing that smile again.  He had a
California tan, and his tight body was draped in a thin t-shirt and jeans
that confidently showed off the goods.  His bulge lolled from thigh to
thigh as he shifted his weight.  "I was working -- inspecting buildings
after the quake.  Work ran out, so I'm back here."
            "Sorry, man -- that you're back here, I mean."
            "I dunno, it's kinda nice to be back...was hoping Kev would be
around, though.  There's hardly anyone left these days.  Nobody to hang out
with."
            "Guess not," I said.
            "You out of high school yet?" he asked.
            "Yeah, I graduated last year."
            "Working anywhere?"
            "No, just...hanging around, I guess."
            "Damn, you sure have grown since I last saw you."
            "I guess."
            "Well, if you ever want to hang out -- y'know, drive around,
get drunk, whatever -- gimme a yell."
            "That's cool," I said, and Jake said "later."  It was kind of
awkward -- I really barely knew him -- but I wanted to take him up on
the offer.  Part of it was the promise of booze and something to do in my
bullshit town.  Part of it was that bulge in his jeans.
            I ran into him a couple of days later.  I'd been walking along
Market Street when he rolled up next to me in a big blue van.
            "Whut up, Naaaate," he said in a low drawl, leaning out the
driver's side.  "Where you headed?"
            "Just home, I guess."
            "Want to go for a cruise?"  I stood there for a minute,
thinking about it.  "C'mon dude, just get in."  My stomach was jiggly and
nervous, but of course I went.
            We drove out of town on windy back roads, past farms and
forests.  We ended up on Falling Run Road, which dips down into the trees
and doesn't pass a house for miles.  Jake had a case of terrible beer that
tasted great to me right then.  I felt unlocked and good.
            "Here's the turn off...yeah, it's still here," Jake said,
veering off the road onto an overgrown path.  We crashed through tall weeds
until we reached an open field, glowing in the fading summer day.
            Jake put on Bob Marley and we took some beers with us up the
little ladder on the back of the van.  We sat up top, gulping beer as the
sun got lower.  Jake was a natural talker.  He asked me about myself, what
I was into, stuff like that.
            "Your brother and I used to come out here and take chicks out
in to the woods over there...you know."  He gave me an eye that set my
pulse up a notch.  "So you got a girlfriend?" he asked.
            "Nope," I said, taking a quick gulp of my beer.  The bottle tip
slipped from my lips with a pop.
            "So what, you got a boyfriend then?"
            "No," I said, reflexively putting an edge of disgust in my
voice.
            "I don't care one way or the other," Jake said, tossing his
empty bottle into the field.  I screwed up my lip at him and turned my
head.  "Your brother used to say...well, never mind."  That scared me and
made me sort of angry, but I didn't press it.
            "Relax, Nate," Jake said, laying back on the roof and arching
his hips upward.  "Man, I left my girl back in Cali.  It's been too fuckin
long for me."  He cupped his bulge and rubbed it outright.  "Seriously."
            I chuckled.  Jake kept clutching himself.  He looked up at me.
He ran his hand up under his shirt, lifting it a little and exposing his
smooth, rippled stomach.
            "You like looking at my body," he said.  It wasn't a question.
"It's okay," he said, massaging his obscenely packed crotch.  "I got a lot
to look at, if you know what I mean."
            The fact that I couldn't stop staring probably said it all.
Jake popped the button on his jeans and slowly unzipped.  He wasn't wearing
any underwear.  I saw a thatch of golden brown pubes, then his cock sprang
up -- thick and getting thicker as it laid against his stomach.  He let
it grow, watching me watch him.  Then he took it in his hand.
            "Man, I'm so fucking horny," he said, slowly stroking.  "Need
to get off."  He waited a beat, then looked in my eyes.  "If you want to
help me out, I won't tell anybody."
            The stock response was there: What makes you think I'd want to
do that?  But I kept quiet.
            "C'mon, Nate.  It'll be between us."  He took his hand off his
dick, flexed it so it pulsed and jerked into the air.  "Our secret;
promise."  I took a deep breath.
            "In the van," I said.
      I climbed down after him and we crawled in the back door.  Jake had
driven that van from California and it was filled with his stuff --
clothes, pots and pans, CDs.  He cleared a space and laid down a blanket.
Then he stripped off his jeans and motioned me in between his legs.
            Yeah - he had a lot to look at, alright.  His cock was big and
beautiful, hanging out from his small pelvis like a juicy bratwurst.  I
took hold of his balls and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock,
tasting him.  It was salty and sweaty and totally sexy.  I slid as much as
I could down my throat, then came up for air.
            "Mmmm," Jake moaned as I smacked the tip between my lips.  He
watched me work, groaned as I went down again.  It got easier each time.  I
was holding back my teeth, using my tongue to slather the underside,
relaxing my throat so I could take more.
            "You like sucking my dick.  C'mon, I knew you wanted to.  Fuck,
that feels fuckin awesome."  I rolled the head around in my mouth, slurping
up his pre cum.  His cock seeped out a lot of it.  His balls were now drawn
up close to his body, and I could have easily made him pop, probably.  But
both of us were keeping it slow, drawing it out, not wanting to rush a good
thing.
            The sun was nearly set but some light still filtered into the
back of the van.  I was crouched on my hands and knees, bobbing my head in
Jake's lap and savoring the smell of his clean and sweaty crotch.
            "Holy shit, man," he said as I ran my tongue under his balls,
lapping against his smooth taint.  "You're good at this."  He put his hands
on the back of my head.  "In and out," he said, guiding my lips up and down
his prick.  I sucked him for a while, I'm sure -- when I finally looked
around, the sky was totally dark.
            "You gotta let me fuck you," Jake said, taking off his shirt.
He took my hands and put them on his body.  I felt up his stomach and pecs,
all smooth skin and tight muscles.
            "I don't know," I said, though my ass had relaxed at the
mention of it.  Jake stood up, as much as he could in the van.  He hoisted
me up too and went for my shorts, sliding them down and off of my feet.  My
cock was rock hard.  He took it in his hand and gave it a couple strokes.
            "C'mon.  I got some lotion in the glovebox."  He brushed past
me to get it, swiping his dong against my ass cheeks.  He leaned over the
seat as he rooted in the glovebox, his cute butt bouncing around.
            "Got it," he said, turning to the back.  "Hold out your hand."
He squirted some into my palm and brought my hand to his dick.  "You ever
been fucked before?" he asked as I rubbed the lotion into his dick, making
it impossibly harder.
            "No, I haven't," I admitted, assuming vegetables didn't count.
            "It'll be good, man.  Trust me, you're gonna love it."  He had
put some lotion on his hand and was now working his fist up and down my
cock.  I was weak in the knees.  He brought his face to my neck and started
nibbling and sucking.  At the same time, he slid his lubed fingers
underneath my balls, quickly finding my hole and pressing them firmly
against it.
            "Yeahhh man, you're tight back there but you're ready.  That
feel good?"
            "Uh huh," I said.
            "How do you want to do it?  You want to ride me first?"
            I would've taken it any way he wanted, but I was grateful for
the option.  Jake lay down on the floor, holding his prick up in the air.
I straddled his body.  I lowered my butt until the tip of his cock met my
hole.  Just the feeling of that, his cock pressed up against me, was
driving me crazy.  I held steady, putting more weight down until I felt my
hole start to give.  Then the head of Jake's cock pierced in with a sharp,
searing pain.
            "Oh man," Jake said, his hips bucking upward.  I was glad I was
on top, because he could hardly control himself.  "Holy shit."  I rested
there until the pain began to pass, then gave myself over to that thick and
glorious prick, sliding more and more of him into me.  Next thing you know
I was sitting full down in Jake's lap, more stuffed than I'd ever been.
            "Tight fuckin hole...Nate, your ass...you gotta ride me, man."
I pushed myself up and felt his whole self sliding out of me.  Before it
could slip out I paused, letting the head rest just inside.  Then I went
back down slowly, feeling every inch of him stretch me out.
            I was hitting my stride, riding up and down in Jake's lap while
he held on to my hips, guiding me along as I bounced.  I ran my hands along
his tight body.  The crickets were chirping.  I felt sharply alive, my
senses tuned to the slightest sensation.
            Jake took my dick in his hand, stroking me as we fucked.  I was
too close.  I raised up and let his dick slip out of me.  Jake knelt up and
turned me over on my back.  He propped my legs on his shoulders and slid
right back inside.  It felt even better than it had before.  He grinned.
            "Fuck yeah, Nate," he said, working into me with the unthinking
happiness of a guy with a piece of tail all his own.  "You're a class-A
fuck."  He got cocky, working his hips in smooth fluid arcs.  "You like it?
You like my dick?"
            "Yeah, fuck me man."
            "Kevin's little brother..." he said as he slammed against me.
"All grown up...you hot little slut."
            He was working into me relentlessly; I could tell he was having
trouble holding back.  He kept his fist working steadily on my cock as his
nuts bounded off of my ass with each thrust.  His muscles were taut.
            "You're gonna make me cum," I said.
            "Shoot it, Nate," Jake said, stroking me in earnest.  The feel
of Jake's cock stretching my ass and hitting way up inside had put me on an
edge that I quickly tumbled over.  The first shot of cum came out like a
fountain, spraying a shower of jizz all over my body.  Jake kept thrusting
and more cum kept splurting out, soaking me and the blanket.  Jake reached
down and rubbed it into my skin, his hips working into me like a machine.
            "I'm gonna cream too," he said, and held into me all the way,
his nuts pressed tight to my hole.  He called out as he lost it, shooting
stream after stream of hot white cum into my ass.  It felt like a gallon of
jizz going up in there.  He'd obviously needed it pretty badly.
            "Damn, Nate," he said as his orgasm passed.  "Fuck, man."  He
cracked up.  He slid out of my ass and sort of fell down beside me on the
blanket, still laughing.  I started laughing with him.  It was like he'd
fucked the weight right off my shoulders.  I couldn't remember when I'd
felt so light.
            "Clear your schedule, man," he said as he reached for his
cigarettes.  "I got plans for you the rest of the summer."
            Suddenly my town didn't seem so dull anymore.  I had one hand
on tomorrow and one on the present, and both felt full with possibility.


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