Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 07:54:24 -0600
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: Josh & Birch - Chapter One

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Introduction::
This story finds us in Las Vegas. Las Vegas means "The meadows" in
Spanish. Named in 1829 by a Spaniard named Rafael Rivera. The valley had
several artesian wells surrounded by greenery at the time. Long before
the wells were sucked dry by a larger population it looked like a desert
paradise.

The settlement of Las Vegas was founded in 1905 after the opening of a
railroad that linked Los Angeles and Salt Lake City, the settlement
attracted mostly farmers at first. It was incorporated as a town in 1911
as part of Clark County. It didn't really take off until the building of
the Boulder Dam (Later renamed the Hoover Dam) in 1931. The mafia then
helped build theaters and casinos to keep the influx of young men that
worked on the dam entertained. Gambling was also legalized in the local
area in 1931.

The city has always had a history of attracting young ambitious masculine
men. Even today. Whether they lived there before and have been lured back
or they are new to the area.

Introduction to Josh - Chapter One, Part One

As he pulled his nondescript white work van up to his aged post-war home,
onto the cracked concrete driveway, in an unassuming blue collar
neighborhood, he let out a deep sigh. The house was on a corner lot. The
driveway to the side off the other street than the one his house faced.
Across the street to the front were more homes. But across the street to
the side with the driveway was an empty lot. Where a gas station used to
stand. Just the foundation and deteriorating concrete pads were left now.
Then there was one home to his home's opposite side and behind his house
was a row of businesses. More industrial than retail. Auto shops,
construction supply, and more. Busy during the day and deserted at night.
The neighborhood looked like it could be rough but it was actually quite
with the houses full of either single blue collar types or families
buying their first home. Besides looking run down nothing really shady
ever happened.

The day had been long and Monday would come way too soon. He was so happy
it was Friday. But it was also 98 fucking degrees out. It's times like
these that he was happy that he lived alone. He could let the stress of
the day drain away as he sat naked in his easy chair watching mindless TV
doing the 12 oz curls. Usually he would go to the gym every other day,
when he wasn't using his own home gym, and today should have been that
day. But with the heat, and the work he had done while being outside, he
was going to give himself the day off.

He preferred to have the windows of the van rolled down on days he had to
work in the heat. When he gets to work inside in an air conditioned
building he will have the windows in the van rolled up and the air
conditioner blasting. But today he worked outside and in a small room
that was not hooked up to the HVAC. Thus, the open windows and the hot
air swirling around inside the van felt good. He had unbuttoned his shirt
completely before he got into the van at the job site, letting the hot
breeze caress his hairless muscular tanned chest. His nipples were hard
from the heat and the wind grazing over them. The smell from his sweaty
and rank pits surrounded him. He enjoyed his own scent. The true scent of
men made his cunt tingle with anticipation. He did little to keep the
natural scent of his body at bay besides Ivory soap and water. He
preferred it that way.

Working on the commercial side, rather than the residential side, of
construction he rarely had to worry about his appearance. It was mostly
men at the job sites so the likelihood of him offending anyone was slim.
It wasn't that long ago that guys in construction worked without a shirt
on. He longed for those days. But, due to OSHA, it was hard to find a job
that you could be that free at anymore.

He always wore his uniform shirt a size too small though. He liked the
way his ample biceps filled the short sleeves that he usually wore rolled
up and how the top of the shirt spread open, as he left the upper three
or four buttons undone, showing off the top of his smooth rounded pecs.
The smaller sized shirt usually rode up and clung to his torso often
exposing the waistband of his pants. He rarely wore a belt, intentionally
experiencing plumber's crack, in the stretchy material of his work pants,
as that fueled his exhibitionism. His large muscular ass always pushed
the waist of the pants out even when fully pulled up. And he knew he had
a nice ass. He also knew that co-workers couldn't help but admire it.
Straight or not. There were a few detractors but given his size and dark
menacing looks, no one gave him shit.

But his tight dark blue stretch work pants and service shirt were soaked
with sweat today. Leaving him with little patience, wanting to get them
off completely.  As an exhibitionist he already lived on the edge of
decency. Showing swaths of skin here and there. His thick body usually
tests the strength of the seams of his clothes. The pits of his shirt are
usually dark with the damp excretions of his body. But he had one errand
before he lost the shirt completely.

Between work and home he had stopped at an AM/PM for a 30-pack. Natty Ice
was cheap and effective. He still left his shirt undone while he went
into the store. Noticing a few stares now and then from men and women as
his movement let the flaps of the shirt flow back exposing most of the
front of his torso. His cum gutters dive into the wide waist of his low
riding pants. The waist was almost at the top of his trimmed pubes.
Tempting onlookers to want to trace their hand on them as they plunged to
his pelvis. He also caught a couple of people looking down at his
package. His thick cock and balls hanging to the right. He wasn't huge
but he was definitely a shower. The damp pants clinging to him and
showing him off in even a more R rated form. He was a loner but enjoyed
people's reaction to him whenever he was showing off. He worked hard for
his body. He had for over fifteen years. This was one of his rewards. The
small glances of appreciation from eyes that lingered on whatever part of
his body he was showing off.  He had been like this since puberty.
Craving the glances.

While in line he noticed that Powerball fever had overtaken everyone in
front of him. When it was his turn, and while he put his beer on the
counter to be rung up, he said, "Give me $20 bucks worth of Powerball
too, please." He didn't usually play but figured what the hell. Maybe
he'd win enough to pay for the beer and the ticket. The young man behind
the counter was just as taken with him as the rest of the customers were.
He handed him the Powerball ticket for Saturday's drawing with a shaking
hand.  Josh smiled and winked at the dude before he turned around to take
his leave. He wondered what the boy might be packing. Then he headed out
the door and back to the van.

After he left the store and secured the beer in the van he let his shirt
fall off his shoulders. Leaving just his pants on, as they struggled to
stay above his ass. The stretchy material always seemed to shimmy down
his hips. Most of the time he made the effort to pull them back up. Most
of the time. In any event he was sure that two inches of crack were
exposed before he climbed into the van. There were a few blue collar
types around the AM/PM that he wouldn't mind sharing his ass with that
day but there were none that seemed approachable.

Now in his driveway, with the van turned off, he grabbed his 30-pack of
beer, shirt and the Powerball ticket.  He locked the van up and went to
the front of the house and headed inside going through the front door. He
opened the door to a dark and dismal living room. It hadn't been updated
since before he was born it seemed. Dirty sculptured carpet, closed
rotted drapes and a sectional from the fifties. The carpet was well worn
from the front door to where the linoleum begins in the kitchen. You
could even see the padding underneath in some spots. The house had the
smell of abandonment. The only new item in the living room was the 75"
LED TV. Used mostly for sports and porn. His next project would be to
strip this room down to nothing.

He toed off his boots at the door, hung his shirt on a hook and then
headed to the kitchen. The beer went into the fridge, but he took one out
first, and then the Powerball ticket was pinned to the bulletin board
next to the back door. He would forget about it like he always does and
then check the numbers probably a month later. He only bought the ticket
because the Powerball was up to 472 million and there was a line of
people in front of him at the counter trying their luck. He momentarily
caught the fever.

He grabbed the beer and headed to the bedroom. His childhood room. Found
his favorite shorts, that probably hadn't been washed in months, and set
them aside. He took everything off, which wasn't much. Besides the boots
and shirt he had left at the front door he just had on sweat socks and
his blue work pants. He never wore underwear unless it was a jock. And he
rarely wore that. He spread his legs a bit and raked his fingers across
his used cunt. Two loads in that morning. Both from regulars from the job
site. One of them a black iron worker that waited till they were alone at
lunch. The other is the foreman of the job. In the trailer before the
shift started. He got there at 6:30, before anyone else arrived, just for
the married man's seed. Then he grabbed the shorts, once he was nude, and
headed back to the kitchen.

The shorts were from his glory days on the high school football team.
They were tight and worn but they were the most comfortable piece of
clothing he owned. Might be indecent to wear in public but he's done it
before not giving a god damn who saw him. This was Vegas after all. When
he did put them on the soft fabric hugged his large muscular ass and went
up his crack and his ample cock was on such a display that you could see
his religion.

Before he left the bedroom he was tempted to shove a butt plug up his ass
and leave it in for the night. Hoping that it might satisfy the itch he
had had all day in the heat after lunch. The iron worker left him wanting
more. His cock was a weapon.  But he decided against it. He might just
call it an early night instead. If he started now he just knew he would
be trying to find dick later. Better to just rest.

He then went to the kitchen and put a second and third beer into koozie
cups and then went to the covered back patio. Keeping the shorts in his
right hand. One of the best things about this house was the back patio.
It was large, covered from the heat of the sun and it was perfectly
private. Not that he would have to worry much about behind him or the
street side. Besides the high cinder block walls around the perimeter of
the yard there was a desert hedge of Japanese privet. At least ten to
twelve feet high and surrounding the interior of the wall. The yard
itself was just barren dirt and sand. Nothing left to mow. He's
fantasized about building a tropical garden out here. Someplace men would
like to fuck outdoors. But it was a lot of work and money.

There were two gates in the backyard. One was a gate on that side wall
that led into the backyard from the driveway side of the yard. The other
was next to his only neighbor's gate on the other side. Beyond the first
gate was a door to the garage. The two car garage was converted to a gym
a few years before. A nice gym. The overhang garage doors themselves were
sealed shut. No regular windows, not even in the side door. But there
were two high transient type windows for ventilation that could be open
from the inside. He had installed good lighting on dimmers and there was
a good sound system in there. He had insulated it and put in a portable
air conditioner. Besides being a plumber during the day, he also worked
from home as a personal trainer and masseuse. He was able to control the
HVAC with his phone so that he could cool it off before even going in
there. Some clients preferred the heat sometimes too though. Just open
the transients and keep the side door open. He usually worked out in
minimal clothing anyways. If any at all.

The heat was still in the low 90's but given his lack of attire he was
comfortable. He sat back and started to unwind in his favorite lawn
chair. The girth of his body sent the chair squeaking and moaning as he
settled in. It too had seen better days but it was still comfortable and
sturdy. He put the shorts and the beers on the table next to him. He
rubbed his bare feet on the cool concrete of the patio. After being
cooped up in his boots all day his sweaty feet relished the hard cool
surface.

As he drank his beer with his left hand his right hand found its way to
his crotch. He played with his cock and balls a bit. Once his cock became
a bit swollen from the blood gathering in it he slipped his hand down
further and lightly played with his sweaty, puffy hole with just his
middle finger. He loved his thick cock and balls but his hole was his
favorite. Especially when it was loaded. It was still hairless at the age
of 29 and it was surrounded by muscular half globes. His pink cunt was
popular and he was glad. He loved getting it worked. He liked to fuck but
preferred to get fucked, sometimes while he was fucking. His hole felt
left out otherwise.

Josh Nolan is 5' 10" and around 185 to 190 pounds of mostly muscle. His
black Irish roots lend itself to almost black straight hair, worn parted
in the middle and long enough to put behind his ears, thick 5 o'clock
shadow, even when he shaves, dark features, but with intense green eyes.
(Reader:: Inspiration for Josh is James Lock from the UK, look up his
plumber picture. I saw that picture and started writing 'Josh & Birch'.).
At 29 he is still very fit with just a bit of a cushion around the middle
that only he knows is there. No one else sees it.

Josh has always been single but pays child support for his son Braden.
The same old story, a football player in high school gets the new
cheerleader pregnant when they were 15. Baby born when they were sixteen.
Cheerleader transfers schools afterwards. Josh's parents paid support
until Josh graduated from college and the cheerleader's parents raised
the boy. Josh took over payments. Josh has seen pictures of the boy
growing up and met him once. It wasn't that he didn't want to see him
more, but he thought that maybe the kid was better off without him.
Braden had a normal family. Cheerleader has since married and has two
more children. They live in San Diego. The only thing is that Braden
looked more like Josh than the rest of his family. It did make him ache
for the boy at times.

The house he is in now was his parents', the house he grew up in, along
with all the furnishings, he inherited when they died. And they died
young. A year after Josh graduated from college when Josh was 24. They
were in their forties when they died in a car accident. It had been on a
road trip to San Diego to see Braden. They had met him several times. On
the way back from San Diego they were going to spend some time in Palm
Springs and check out some golf courses. His dad fell asleep while
driving in the mountains in the dark. From what he was told neither one
of them were awake. He just hoped they died without pain.

Braden's mother brought him to the funeral where Josh finally got to meet
him. Josh and his ex were cordial and he thanked her for bringing Braden.
She said that Josh's parents were always generous and Braden was very
attached to them. She wouldn't think about keeping him away. Josh and the
boy spoke only for a few minutes but that small amount of time carved out
a space in his heart for Braden. He told the 9 year old that he was here
for him if he ever needed anything. And he apologized for the lack of
contact throughout the years. Braden found Josh more sincere than he
expected and actually hated to leave him. He longed to get to know his
dad. But given the distance, and the fact he couldn't drive yet, it would
be near impossible to see him again. His mother was doing him a big favor
just being here today. But even at such a young age he knew he wanted to
know his dad.

A couple of years after his parents death he turned their bedroom into a
massage studio. It felt more comfortable than actually moving into it. He
had stripped it of everything, even trim, and painted the walls black. He
replaced the trim around the doors and windows with metal outside
corners. The floor was stripped down to the concrete surface and painted.
Blackout curtains and well placed mood lighting changed the atmosphere.
A large rug placed under the massage table. A changing area and a
renovated bathroom completed the space. He made it as simple and modern
as he could. The opposite of the rest of the house. He put all his money
and time into the gym and the massage studio. He would tackle the rest of
the house as he had time and money.

His parents weren't wealthy or even comfortable. They scratched by living
paycheck to paycheck. They both had some small life insurance policies.
Enough to pay for the funerals and to get Josh back to Vegas. Otherwise
there wasn't much more than the paid off house and their cars. He kept
his dad's truck but sold his mother's car.

When he was in high school his parents were both proud and relieved when
an athletic scholarship came through for Josh for college. Because there
was no way they could have afforded any sort of college for their boy.
Therefore Josh always carried the guilt that his parents had to pay child
support for Braden every month until they died. It was money they didn't
have. But neither did he.

His dad, Patrick, was a carpenter. His mother, Sarah, was a nurse at
Sunrise Hospital. She worked long and erratic hours. Usually second or
third shift. This left him and his dad alone plenty of times. His dad
made sure Josh made every football practice and he, himself attended
every game while Josh was in High School. His mother attended about two
games a year when her schedule allowed. They also sent Braden presents
and cash when they could. But once Josh was in college they could not
afford to travel to the games. But his dad did drive from Vegas to Texas
a couple of times to surprise him.

Josh's mom usually worked 6 Ten hour shirts or 5 twelve hour shifts.
Giving her little time to be around. Needless to say Josh and his dad
grew used to a casual all boy household early on when she wasn't around.
Patrick preferred to freeball in a pair of overalls for work. Usually
just wearing an old tee shirt, boots and sweat socks to complete the
outfit. Josh learned early on that he didn't have to wear underwear.
Especially around his dad. He mimicked Patrick's masculine scent,
preferring to be natural. Neither of the Nolan men wore deodorants or
colognes.

The loss of his dad was the most painful. His mother was so much out of
the picture most of the time they never grew very close. But Josh and his
dad were thick as thieves. He lost part of his heart the day his dad
died. He mourned for his mother. For her he was just sad. But for his dad
he ached. Every now and then, like now, on the back patio, he let himself
go back and relive special times he and his dad had before he went off to
college.

Back then, after work, Patrick would trade his overalls and tee shirt in
for a loose pair of gym shorts. Living in Las Vegas it was typical for
blue collar guys to wear as little at home as possible. Josh obviously
still practices that. Patrick had a good body with a sprinkling of hair
on his chest and a thick treasure trail disappearing into his waistband.
From the time Josh was 5 or so he dressed just like his dad. Usually
hanging out at the house in just shorts. Only in the dead of winter did
they change their habits. Then it was usually sweat pants with an open
shirt. But winters in Vegas were never brutal. Even in January the
average temperature is around 60 degrees.

As Josh grew older he appreciated his dad more and more. His dad was an
athlete in high school. His sport was baseball for the most part. He
dabbled in others but baseball was his mainstay. Patrick was 5'11" and
less than 185 pounds. After high school he did a four year stint in the
army. Then became an apprentice in the Carpenter's Union.

After work, and after he changed into shorts, Patrick would do a few
chores and then settle in on the couch to watch the tube. Usually, when
Josh was younger, he was with him from the time he came in the door till
he went to bed. On the couch with his dad Josh would often fall asleep
against his dad's warm skin. Patrick would just pick him up and put him
to bed and then go to bed himself. In the morning, while he was getting
ready for work, Sarah would come home from work and take over. Then,
after she showed Josh off to school, she would go to bed and sleep till
he got home. Once home they would wait for Patrick to eat and then she
would be off to work again herself. The cycle never ended.

Josh was also in the closet in high school. Big time. He just made the
football team and didn't want to lose what he had gained socially at the
school in such a short time. He loved sport, always had, but he knew he
loved boys and men just as much. He threw himself into working out.  He
wasn't a virgin, not since puberty. But he was able to buy a dildo online
when he was 16 and practiced with it. He loved the object shoved up his
ass. He knew it wasn't condoned in society but he wanted men to always
play with his jock pussy. He saw that in porn on the net and was craving
it all the time. Gang bangs. But, besides a few circle jerks with his
friends and some heavy petting with girls he wasn't like the other boys.

But Josh also loved being all boy. He loved sports and the comradery with
other guys. He wanted to do all things masculine. He worked out and
played hard. His best buddy on the team, Sean, Sean and Josh secretly
played with each other. Sean was fucking Josh by their senior year. Josh
misses it. But Sean still lived in the area. He's now a coach on their
old high school football team. And he teaches some too. Sean's been over
a few times since Josh has been back.

At the time his parents died he had been in San Antonio working as an
apprentice for a plumber. He had gone to Austin on a football scholarship
to be a Longhorn. His football career started at Silverado High School,
along with Sean, on the south side of the Las Vegas metro. His position
was usually tight end. And he was good. Good enough that the NFL was
scouting him out in his junior year of college. But he was happy to leave
football after college and turned down any requests. He wanted to enjoy
his healthy body. He knew what the NFL did to your body. His parents were
disappointed but took it in stride.  Academically he was not as
proficient as he was on the field. He made it through high school by the
skin of his teeth, barely having the minimum requirements for Austin. But
he made it. 3.0 on the dot. He didn't do much better in college but ended
up with a degree Athletic Training/Trainer with a minor in Health.

That sort of degree wasn't going to pay the bills right away. He enrolled
in the plumbers program right after college and was mentored by a guy
named Hank. He and Hank worked together until Josh had to go back to
Vegas a year later and bury his parents. He found that he enjoyed the job
and that he could be himself, mostly.

After everything was settled he decided to stay in Vegas. The house was
his and paid for and with so much construction in the valley he was able
to usually get work with no issues. But to supplement his income, and to
expand his social life, he first took a part time job as a trainer at the
gym he was going to. That led to one on one sessions with a couple of
clients. Then, as his reputation grew he decided to quit the gym and make
the money on his own. That's when he converted the garage and the primary
bedroom.

His massage clients were only clients that he trained. That way he didn't
have to turn away men that he wasn't attracted to. Only his clients knew
he also did massages on the side. And they were more than happy to add
that onto their package. This unassuming house was their private
getaway.

Josh charged for two things, weight training and massages. After that he
gave his body for free. While training certain guys all he could think
about was how their cock was going to feel inside of him later. And most
of his clients knew that if they wanted that part of the session there
wouldn't be any resistance.

Josh & Birch - Chapter One, Part Two -

His thoughts were interrupted by the door bell. He looked at the camera
app on his phone. His new neighbor, his only close neighbor, was standing
at the door with what looked like a case of beer. Natty Ice.

His neighbor, Birch, moved in a couple months ago. They have talked on
the driveway a few times but nothing more than that. The dude was really
nice and humble even though he was a walking wet dream. Birch was a
divorced dad. He worked as a mechanic in a small shop right behind their
houses. He walked to work. That's basically all Josh knew about him
besides that he was a bit older than Josh and used to play rugby back in
the southeast. And he was also hot as fuck for a straight daddy. He
excreted sexuality. Seemed to be just as much of a show off as Josh
himself. Josh was totally into the dude but figured he was just another
lost straight guy on his own for the first time in a while. He was even
reluctant to become friends with the dude.

Birch's 6' 1" frame was standing at the door, away from the camera far
enough so that Josh could see him in a wife beater, board shorts and bare
feet with the 30 pack in his hand. A bit of grease on his face he missed
wiping off. Josh was definitely attracted to the dude but didn't want to
make any waves with a neighbor. So he usually mostly kept his distance.
Especially when Birch was doing yard work in the front yard in nothing
but gym shorts and old sneakers. Josh wanted to lick the sweat off the
dude before he got pounded by him.

"Hey Birch, what's up?" he said into the app.

"Didn't want to drink alone tonight. Was hoping you were up for some
company. I got beer." Birch held his own thirty pack of Busch Natty Ice
up to the camera.

"Be right there." Josh said as he reached for his shorts. He was tired
and horny and just wanted to pound some beers but he figured that the
neighbor would be a good distraction for a couple of hours. Even though
he thought it was odd that a dude he's talked to for only a couple of
times across the driveway would just show up with a case of beer on a
Friday evening. He figured a dude like Birch had more to do on a Friday
night than hang out with the neighbor. Although he didn't mind hanging
out with the sexy fucker but it was going to make him hornier. He would
have to be on the apps later.

Josh opened the front door after he dressed in just his old high school
shorts. He knew they were obscene but the dude would either just ignore
it like a regular straight ex-jock who was used to half dressed men or he
would take it all in. It was the latter. Josh found it interesting. Maybe
not the straight daddy he thought he was.

"Come on in Birch. I just bought a 30 pack myself. We can keep that one
cold but we probably don't need it. But I appreciate it." Josh said as he
turned to lead Birch into the kitchen.

Birch followed quietly. His eyes glued onto the seam of Josh's shorts
that ran in the crack of his bubble butt that looked frail and ready to
burst. There were tiny gap holes in the seam. A couple of them you could
actually see skin. Birch took in a nervous breath.  He could just picture
himself in the middle of those two muscular mounds of flesh. So big. A
huge ex-footballers ass.

Birch came across as straight and was just as masculine as Josh. But the
fact is that he used to play with some of his teammates. Sort of team
building exercises that end with someone cumming up someone's ass. His
family was sort of free spirited as he grew up as well.  But that was
before he was married, had a kid and then divorced. The only time he
cheated on his wife was with old friends from his team and some evenings
at the local porn theater. He missed his men. In the four years since his
divorce he had gotten laid only once by a chick that gave him the clap.
She was a bar fly and he should have known better but that was a year
ago. He had no desire to go back to women after that. But he was happy to
breed a twink or a stud from the gym now and then.

Lately, especially after moving next to a stud like Josh, he's been
thinking about his gay side. Possibly exploring a relationship with a
dude. Women were so much work and expensive. He was already scraping by
paying child support. He didn't need to buy a woman's affection on top of
it. He liked how uncomplicated his buds were. Besides, if truth be told,
he always leaned towards men in his mind. Just didn't want to give up his
masculine persona.

Also, the other problem was, he was a bit submissive. He loved being the
top but he also liked being directed. Being told what to do. His wife was
like that. She loved ordering him around. But the dynamic with a woman
wasn't what he craved. He craved being with a man like Josh. Hell, he
would even bottom for Josh if it came down to that. But he would prefer
to live in that man's ass. One of the best he's ever seen.

He didn't have a clue on which side Josh buttered his bread but at least
Josh was good for spank material later. The only type of man Birch was
attracted to was men like Josh. Not only physically but mentally. Josh
was built and a show off, just like Birch was. Birch fantasized that Josh
was a bit twisted like he was himself as well. Birch wasn't sure how
twisted Josh might be but he sure filled the other two requirements. Yep,
spank material at the very least. He could only hope it was more than a
fantasy. But he doubted it.

"I was sitting out on the patio. I was in the heat all day and the air
conditioning was too much. Do you mind or do you need to stay in the air
conditioning?" Josh asked as he grabbed four of his own beers out of the
30-pack he had purchased and put them into cozies. He handed Birch two of
them. "I'm good either way."

"Nope, I'm good with the patio. The only time the garage gets air
conditioned is if the bay doors are down for an extended period of time.
And that never happens. I may take off my shirt though." Birch said as he
followed Josh outside.

Josh turned to him and smirked, "Make yourself at home bro. I'm not shy."
Was all Josh said.

Before he sat down Birch took off his wife beater and put it on the back
of the chair he was going to sit in. They opened their beers at the same
time and toasted. "To new neighbors." Josh said as he regarded the man's
chest. Birch had nothing to be ashamed of. He was smooth and muscular
like Josh. A commanding presence.  Especially given his height.

"To new neighbors," Birch repeated and then smiled shyly.

Josh caught the man's scent as Birch lifted his arms and took off his
shirt and liked it. The dude reeked pheromones. Obviously Birch was a lot
like him in that aspect at least. A relaxed blue collar guy that was
natural. Working in that hot garage all day certainly kicked up the
scent. And Birch was fucking sexy. Josh was definitely going to have to
shove the dildo up his ass tonight.

Birch asked Josh about his house and how he happened to move here. Josh
told him about his parents, and how the house was where he grew up. He
shared bits of his childhood and high school and then college. Even about
his kid and the young pregnancy. How he became a plumber.

Birch had put one of his hands behind his head as he listened to Josh.
His other hand was holding a beer that he drank from often. Almost as
often as Josh did. At least they were the same as far as the beer
drinking went. Birch's pit hair was thick and matted down with sweat.
Sweat that Josh wanted to taste. Birch sat back in a casual way with his
thick legs spread wide. Josh salivated over his new friend hoping he
wouldn't make a fool out of himself by the time the evening was over.

Then Birch told Josh about the sports he played throughout his childhood,
landing on rugby in high school. He grew up in Florida by the Orlando
metro area. Birch also volunteered that he had been raised by
naturalists.  He sort of skimmed by that part like he was just seeing
Josh's reaction. Then he talked about how he had become a mechanic. He
left out some stuff that he wasn't comfortable sharing yet. But he would
eventually. He liked Josh. A lot.

Josh let go of the part about the naturalists for a few minutes. Didn't
react. But he did realize that old Birch might be here for more than just
his company. Either Birch really needed a friend and was laying it all
out there or Birch wanted Josh. Josh was good either way, but he hoped
for the latter. At least he didn't seem ashamed about the naturalist part
of his life. Which Josh found good.

Josh couldn't get over how attracted he was to Birch. He sort of had that
Vin Diesel look. But Birch was 6' 1 " and had a close clipped beard. Kept
his head smooth. Birch was also sort of nervous. He didn't know what to
do with his hands and his bare feet kept rubbing against the concrete of
the patio. It was sexy, enduring and amusing at the same time. Josh was
smitten.

Josh was also becoming more convinced that Birch was even more like him
than he had first thought. He wondered how kinky the guy got. If he
minded having his pits worshipped and being a complete pig. Josh's crotch
started to fill out a bit while his mind wandered. Birch noticed. It was
like Birch paused from the conversation while looking at Josh's crotch
and couldn't take his eyes away. Then he recovered and kept talking. But
it was long enough for Josh to notice.

Then Birch took another long pull of his beer and, although he looked
flustered, he continued talking about sports.

Josh couldn't wait any longer and said, "So tell me more about the
naturist lifestyle you grew up in."

"Umm, what do you want to know?" Birch became more nervous. His eyes
darted around like he was following a fly. He took another long pull of
his beer.

"I mean, was it just at home? Did you guys go to resorts? Just you and
your parents?" Josh asked while rubbing his hands on his thick thighs in
a very suggestive manner.

"Home and resorts. Mostly campgrounds. And I have an older brother. My
parents were sort of left over hippies. Like their parents were. Usually
children of hippies rebel and become conservative. Not my parents. They
embraced the way they grew up." Birch said.

"And you?" Josh asked, liking the way this conversation was going.

"I was good with it. My brother, however, became a right wing nut job.
All in for Trump and his cult." Birch said with a bit of disgust. Then he
looked worried, "Sorry, I don't know how you feel about stuff like that.
I should wait before I open my mouth."

"No worries. I'm not really political. But Trump and his cult are nut
jobs. I wish he would just go away." Josh said. Then, "So if you are ok
with nudity, and I hang at home naked, why are we still in shorts?"

"Um, well, ...are you sure?" Birch asked, feeling his cock reacting. More
than willing to see Josh's cock and ass.

Josh stood up and pushed down his shorts exposing his half hard cock.
Birch saw it and swallowed loudly. It was average but nice and thick. "I
hang out nude at home all the time dude. I only put on shorts for
company. I won't bother putting them on for you anymore." Josh grinned.

"That's cool." Birch answered with a weak voice as Josh sat back down and
did a manspread with his legs. One hand grabbed a beer while the other
hand lifted his balls up to get some air under them. Birch was hooked but
still worried about stripping. His cock was almost completely hard now.
His eyes couldn't help but graze over Josh's body completely. Everything
about Josh was perfect. Just what he was hoping he would see.

"Come on man. Join me." Josh said. Knowing full well that Birch was down.
But the man looked so worried. But then Josh looked at Birch's board
shorts and saw that his cock was almost, if not, fully hard. And it
looked large but it was hard to tell with the loose board shorts on. "Oh,
that's the problem. Fine with me. I'll get hard if it makes you feel
better." Josh said while grabbing his cock and pumping it a bit.

"Um, are you sure, I mean, to, um, tell the truth, I'm um, sort of um,
bi." Birch admitted.

"Ok, cool." Josh said while still slowly pumping his dick and taking a
sip of his beer. This was turning out better than he thought. But he
chose not to react to it either way.

"I mean, you're ok with that? I mean, like, to be honest I've been
salivating over you since I moved in. If that bothers you I'll leave. I
just want to be open about it." Birch said, still nervous, but with a bit
more confidence.

"Sounds like you're more than bi, bro." Josh smirked.

"Probably, I mean, I don't know. I'll leave if you want." Birch started
to stand. He was worried he revealed too much.

"I never said I wanted you to leave. I asked if you'd join me nude. I
don't think I ever said leave or that I was disgusted." Josh said, still
smiling. Then he put his beer down and put that hand behind his head. His
butt slid down to the edge of the chair while he spread his legs wider.
The arm of the hand that was behind his head displayed a large bicep and
a thick forest of hair in his pit. "Besides, I like to be salivated over.
And if you haven't noticed I'm not shy. At all." His other hand went back
to his balls and then underneath them. He started to rub his taint and
his hole with his middle finger. Just out of sight of Birch. But Birch
knew what was happening.

"Oh fuck." Was all Birch could say.

"Now are you going to get naked with me? And, by the way, I'm not bi. Not
anymore at least. I like cock too much." Josh continued as he winked at
his new friend.

"Fuck, bro." Birch said as he stood up and tore open the Velcro on his
board shorts. "Will you get stoned with me too?" He reached into his
pocket, before letting his shorts fall down and pulled out four joints.

"Now we're getting somewhere. Naked, stoned and drunk. We may be best
friends by the time you go home." Josh chuckled.

"If I go home..." Birch said under his breath.

But Josh heard it, "We got all weekend, bro."

"Happy I don't have my boy this weekend." Birch said.

Josh ignored that but he did want to know more. But later. For now he
watched Birch let his shorts fall to the ground. What popped out was
bigger than the lump he saw inside the shorts. Birch was uncut and at
least 9 inches long. If not longer. He was thicker than Josh. The kind of
thickness that could bring a lot of satisfaction to a big guy like Josh.
"Fuck, brother. We may have to become best friends for real." Josh said
while he licked his lips.

Josh sat back up in his chair and went to grab Birch, "I hope I'm not out
of line. Don't punch me. But I'm in love with your cock." Josh said as he
felt the girth in his hand. "This is beautiful."

"My wife hated it. Couldn't take very much and it would make her bleed
sometimes. Lucky we even had a kid. I couldn't go very deep." Birch
said.

Josh looked up at Birch. Right into his eyes. "I'll take you. All of you,
bro. You like fucking a guy?"

"Yes." Birch said quietly. "I'd like him to fuck me too sometimes."

Josh grinned. "I hope you're talking about me."

Birch laughed shyly and said, "Fuck, Josh. Since I moved in I've been
wanting to fucking touch you. Or even just hang out with you. I had no
idea what you were into. If you were into guys at all. But I finally just
said fuck it and took the chance. Bought the beer and came over. I didn't
have high hopes but I was willing to chance it."

"Then what are you waiting for? It seems like I'm the only one doing any
touching." Josh said.

Birch reached out and caressed Josh's shoulder and then his arm. Birch
was built himself but he had nothing on Josh. And this stud said he
wanted Birch to fuck him. It was a dream come true. He could fall for
this guy.  "You gonna wreck my cunt for me bro? Shove your cum up my ass,
fucking breed me?" Josh said in a deep and sexy voice as he licked and
gnawed at Birch's cock. As he felt Birch finally touch him.

There was something about Birch. He found the guy attractive since he
first saw him but there was something new now. But he knew if he ever had
feelings for another dude that he would have to be just as twisted as he
was.  So he looked up at Birch and said, "I'm fucking twisted bro. I hope
you can handle me. Because we're going to be friends. Best friends." Josh
said.

"I know." Was all Birch said. "I know we'll be friends. Or more."

"You don't want to ask?" Josh asked. Wondering why the word twisted
didn't push Birch away.

"I don't have to. I mean, I don't want to, don't want you to know. The
shit I've done." Birch got sad and nervous again.

"My dad started fucking me when I was 13. He still fucked me a couple of
times when I was in college. I miss it." Josh volunteered as he was still
making love to Birch's third leg with his mouth. Going first.

Birch looked at him and then looked away. But he kept holding Josh.
Caressing him with a tighter grip. Both hands now. While looking away he
said, "Oh fuck, Josh!" Then he siad, "I would eat my mom's cunt while my
dad fucked me. And when it was just my dad, me and, or, my brother they
would both fuck me. My dad let me fuck him when we were alone. My brother
fucked me till he went away to college. After college my brother cut all
ties with us and went completely wacko. I missed him for a long time, he
was like my first lover, but it's been over a decade."

"I'm sorry about that but fuck yeah baby. We are alike. What do you like
to do more? You like to use that weapon or do you like to be submissive?"
Josh asked.

"I like it all. I mostly like to satisfy the person I'm with. Women are
hard to satisfy. But men, they always seem to appreciate it more. No
matter which part I play. But I love it when I can find someone that can
take me." Birch was honest.

"Well sir, I'm going to take you, multiple times. And I know you're going
to satisfy me." Josh said standing up. Then he took Birch in his arms and
pulled him into a kiss. They made out for a few seconds and when they
separated Josh said, "That, my friend, was a connection. Did you feel
it?"

"Yes." Birch said, looking up at Josh. He was so shy that Josh knew how
this was going to go.

"I know we're going to be best friends but if we become more you need to
know I'll fuck around on you. I need men. Lots of variety." Josh said.

"So do I. I just hated feeling guilty about it." Birch said as Josh
squatted down in front of him. Soon he was in Josh's mouth again. All the
way in and down the man's throat. Josh had no gag reflex at all. He
swallowed Birch whole. It was Birch's first experience with someone like
Josh. "Oh fuck!" He yelled as Josh took him.

Josh let him go and said, "That's just a preview. Now how about you light
one of those bad boys up and we get stoned and drunk and get to know each
other more. And I meant it. We have the whole weekend. I don't want you
to leave. Do you have anywhere to be?"

"Nope. Not this weekend." Birch said, "But I have to work at 7 AM Monday.
Then I see my parole officer at 4 PM." He decided to let Josh know what
he was getting into from the beginning.

Josh paused for a moment and then said, "Ok, tell me about it when you
want. But if you're trying to scare me away you'll have to try harder. I
don't scare easily."

"Wasn't trying to scare you off. Just laying all my cards on the table."
Birch said.

"Consider them laid. Now, I want to keep you naked and sweaty all
weekend. Go get your work clothes and prepare to stay here. Before we get
too drunk and forget." Josh said.

"Ok," Birch said as he reached for his shorts.

"Whoa, who said you could get dressed? I want you naked all weekend."
Josh said. Displaying his dominant side.

"But you said to go get my shit. I mean..."  Birch started to protest.

Josh interrupted him, "There is a gate also on the side of my house next
to the gate on the side of your house. You just have to go through the
gates. You can't be that chicken." He challenged.

"Yeah, ok. I left the back door unlocked anyway. I'll get my shit. And
more pot." Birch said.

"Thank you for doing that for me, brother. You have no idea how much
you're turning me on."  Josh said.

"I have a feeling by the end of the weekend I'll do anything you want."
Birch said walking to the gate. His nice tight muscular ass lent Josh a
nice view. It wasn't a bubble butt like Josh's but it was respectable and
strong. Josh would be happy to fuck it, after Birch loaded him up good.

"Keep my ass full and we'll be best buddies. Now stop procrastinating."
Josh said as he got up to freshen their beers and get the lube and
poppers. He needed that first load soon.

Ten minutes later Josh was seated on the patio again when Birch came back
through the gate with a backpack slung over his shoulders. Josh was
pleased to see he was still naked and barefoot. "You all set?" Josh
asked.

"Yes, sir." Birch said.

"Good. Let's get stoned then we'll freshen up." Josh said as he grabbed
one of the joints that Birch left on the table. He liked how easily Birch
called him sir.

As Josh lit the joint Birch said, "You want us to, like, shower?" He
sounded disappointed. He liked the way they stunk right now.

"Douche baby. I do it every morning but I'm sure I need a refresh. Keep
those pits ripe for me though. I want to eat them as you rail me." Josh
said.

"You want to go first?" Birch asked.

"Together" was all Josh said and then he took a deep toke. As he let the
smoke sit in his lungs he grinned at Birch. Then he let out the smoke and
said, "We do everything together this weekend."

"Everything?" Birch asked, but he wasn't put off, he was intrigued. Could
he have really met someone as twisted as he was. Right next door under
his nose.

As Josh passed the joint to Birch he said, "I'm usually a loner, bro. I
have my clients. I have work. But, other than that, I'm usually alone.
But when I let someone in they have to see every side of me and I want to
see every side of them. Nothing off the table. I was totally attracted to
you months ago when you moved in but I didn't get a vibe from you so I
just played casual neighbor. But now I'm going to find out what makes you
tick. I want to."

"Then we'll do everything together. By Monday morning we'll know if this
is a one off thing." Birch said, agreeing to the conditions.

"That's my boy." Josh said, taking the joint back from Birch. Then as he
was taking another drag he slid down in his seat and lifted his legs.
Then after he took the joint from his lips he put both hands behind his
knees and pulled his knees to his chest. Leaving his hole on display. As
he let the smoke out of his lungs he said, "Eat my nasty ass fucker. I
need your mouth on me. And, by the way, I got two loads in me from work.
Two of my regulars fucked me today. That ok with you?"

Birch didn't even have to think about it. He just said, "Oh fuck!" Then
he was on his knees in front of Josh in seconds. He wasn't shy about it
either. He went for it. Spread Josh's cheeks with his thumb.  His tongue
went inside Josh as far as it would go. He was pleased he could taste the
day on the man. Josh was perfect. Then Josh said, "Look at me."

Birch looked up, taking his mouth away from Josh's hole for just a
second. Then Josh hocked up a loogie and spit on Birch's face. Birch
didn't even blink. He just said, "Thank you, sir." as it dripped down his
face. And then went back to eating Josh out. Josh was surprised, but more
than pleased.

Josh put his hand behind Birch's head and pushed him and his mouth
against his ass, "You going to be my top boy? Gonna give me cock when I
need it?"

Birch shook his head up and down vigorously. He said, "Yes sir" into
Josh's hole.

Then Josh pointed his half hard cock down to Birch's face and started to
piss. Birch didn't stop. He just kept chowing down on Josh's ass. Moaning
deeply and saying, "Fuck yeah. Yes, sir. Fuck! Thank you!" Into Josh's
hole.

Josh grinned. He might have finally found a nasty submissive versatile
top. Just because Josh threw his legs up in the air didn't mean he didn't
like to be the one in charge. That put most tops off. But Birch seems
right at home. "Is your cock hard bitch?" Birch shook his head up and
down again. "Fuck douching. I need your cock. Now!"

Birch stood up on his knees and then got into a squat position. He was in
a hurry to please his new friend. Birch liked to please men. His father
and brother can attest to that. "Lube, sir?"

"Fuck no. Shove it in me now." Josh said, holding up his legs still. He
was horny as fuck. The heat, beer and pot didn't help. He grabbed a
bottle of poppers and huffed deeply. "Fuck me, bro."

Birch lined his huge cock up to Josh's cunt. His ass lips swollen from
Birch eating him out hard. Then he pushed in. Josh slowly took him inside
of him. "Fuck yeah, baby. Give me all you got." Josh said through gritted
teeth. Birch slid in slowly but didn't stop. He was used to demanding
bottoms. But never one that he wanted to serve. He was in pig heaven.
"Awwe fuck, fucking love your cock bitch."

"It's yours, Josh. Anytime you want it. Day or night." Birch said as he
bottomed out. He grinded himself against Josh a bit before pulling back.
Josh grunted his approval.

"Fuck you. I want you to just come and rape me in the middle of the
night. Will you do that for me? Just come in unannounced and fuck the
shit out of me? Piss all over me and my bed. Fucking use my ass if I tell
you to?" Josh was saying through labored breath. With no lube it was
hurting but Josh was loving it.

"I'll tie you up and rape you and then have others rape you. If that's
what you want. As long as I can still be yours, sir." Birch said as he
started to fuck. Without lube he was hurting a bit himself but he was
going to do exactly what Josh wanted.

"You would do that for me, wouldn't you? Help me play out my wild fucking
fantasies. Will you fuck me in public?" Josh asked

"Yes" Birch responded.

"In front of your parents?" Josh asked.

"Yes"

"In front of our sons?" Josh kept pushing buttons. Seeing how far the
slut would go.

"If you asked me to, I would do it. I'm fucking yours, man, if you want
me to be. I didn't make that clear?" Birch fucked him harder now.
Frustrated that Josh wasn't taking him seriously.

"I'm a sick pervert, man. Totally twisted. Nothing is off the table,
bitch. You understand that?" Josh said in pain. Birch was fucking him
good now. He craved it.

"I just said yes to everything you threw at me and I meant it. And
everything you're saying now is going to make me cum. May I cum?" Birch
asked.

"Fuck. I finally found you. Yeah, you can cum. But stay inside of me for
as long as possible." Josh said.

Birch came with a roar and shoved his cock so far into Josh Josh thought
he could taste it. Then Josh came as well. And hard. His stomach was
coated with his load. Without being asked Birch whipped off Josh's
stomach and then fed himself with Josh's load.

"Come here," Josh said, reaching up for Birch. He pulled the man down for
a deep kiss. A consensual raping of each other's mouths. Josh tasted his
ass, piss and cum in Birch's mouth and was almost getting turned on
again. "Can you go again?" He said into Birch's mouth.

"Yeah, and I'll last longer." Birch said, also into Josh's mouth. They
kept making out.

Josh felt Birch getting firmer inside of him. It was making him hotter
for the dude. He moaned into Birch's mouth. "Fuck, bro!"

As they kissed and as Birch started to fuck Josh again, Birch asked,
"What did you mean? You said 'I finally found you'?"

Josh pulled away from Birch's face and then wrapped his legs around
Birch's ass, pulling him closer to him. "I finally found a dude that
could keep up with me. That wants me as his alpha but is my top. You are
a rare breed. And, like it or not, you're mine." Josh said.

"Yeah I am." Birch said as he went back in for more mouth to mouth. He
didn't have to think about dating dudes anymore. He found the dude he
wanted to be with. He wanted to do any fucked up thing Josh wanted him to
do.

"If I had known about this months ago, when you moved in, we would have
been fucking since then. Don't keep shit from me again." Josh smirked
after he said it.

"No sir. Never." Birch said as he started to pile drive Josh's hole.
"When do you want to know the rest?"

"We have all weekend, bitch. Cum in me again then I want to eat your ass
and pits." Josh said keeping his mouth on Birch's.

"Yes, sir."

Part 2? Or is this a one off?

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