Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 23:18:35 -0800 (PST)
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: A Look to build a Dream on

A LOOK TO BUILD A DREAM ON...

By Justin M Balancier   - jbalancier9@yahoo.com

This story is fiction and was written for the idea of blending erotic
pornographic behavior between two people lovingly matched for one another.
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I was looking over the paint colors at the local paint store and had
narrowed it down to about 3 different shades of blue.

"What cha painting?" A voice from beside me asked.

Never straying from the paint swatches, I replied – "A spare bedroom –
Well actually a guest room which is a horrible shade of mustard gold that
needs a new look".

"Baby blue is nice" the stranger said to me.

"Noooo, I don't think I am the baby blue type" – I replied.

"No you certainly are not the baby blue type" – He said to me.

I turned to look at him and was surprised at how friendly and gentle he
appeared to be. I didn't know who he was but if first impressions count –
I liked him.

I found a color paint that I liked and the salesman had the paint can shook
for me so it was ready to use.

As for the stranger? - He vanished as suddenly as he had appeared. Humph, I
thought "How unlucky can one be over a can of blue paint" – It was
nothing and I knew that.

Before going home I stopped at a fast food joint for a burger and a
drink. I sat at a table against the wall as the restaurant was crowded and
most seats were taken.

"Mind if I share this table with you a man said holding a tray and pulling
the chair out."

"Nope – it's all yours" – I answered.

"So tell me the stranger said – "What shade of paint did you finally
settle on? "The azure or the aqua blue?"

I recognize him immediately - smiled and said..."Baby Blue"

"I knew it – good choice" - he replied.

He stuck out his hand and said to me – "I'm Dennis"

"Johnny" – I replied

We spent the next few minutes chatting and getting acquainted. We must have
lingered about an hour or more over our burgers as we talked and talked.

Dennis was an auto mechanic and worked not too far from the Garden Center
where I worked. I'm not sure how old Dennis was but it didn't
matter. Probably in his thirties as I was and where life begins. - Or maybe
life begins at forty – but who's counting.

Dennis had a magnetism that was a bit over friendly and a little more
assertive than I would expect from a new acquaintance.  But I liked it
about him and knew that I could separate the bull shit from the reality.

"So Johnny – "do you need a painter?" – asked Dennis

"Are you a painter?" I said

"No – I am an auto mechanic but everybody knows how to paint – so if
you need help – I am available" –"It's a volunteer offer dude" –
he added.

"Volunteer!! – huh?"

"Yup, you heard right –`volunteer' – he added

Thanks `dude' (I repeated the word he used) – "Let me ask you why a
stranger would volunteer to help paint a room?" – I said to him
..."No-no, let me guess. You are really a con artist or a rapist –
probably both" – I blurted out in a friendly and hopeful tone.

"That's very good Johnny – A con artist or a rapist? Not likely - You
are vastly perceptive but also very wrong. I am a sweetheart and a lover" -
He said to me holding a straw between his striking white teeth.

"What's the catch? I pondered as I stared back at his intensely handsome
face. I have never been known to be shy and I am confident in my
masculinity and sexual capabilities so I asked him straight out.

Dennis – are you `hitting' on me?

"Am I hitting on you – you want to know!! - "Yup Johnny I am doing just
that. – I am trying hard to get to know you, even if it takes a paint
brush to do it". – Dennis said, as he rested his chin on the back of his
hands and smiled with a soft twinkle in his eye.

Now, how can anyone argue with charisma like that? – Dennis kept staring
at me and our eyes locked for a brief second and it was amazing.  He was
quite good looking and had a remarkable bod from what I could see. I liked
everything about him. He was clean cut, had a terrific mouth and a
beautiful smile. He was masculine but gentle. I knew right off that I
wanted to get into his pants. Perhaps that just might be possible.

For lunch I noticed that he drank pineapple juice which indicated to my
suspicious mind that he understood how pineapple juice played a role in gay
sex. But maybe he simply preferred juice over Coke or Pepsi. It didn't seem
very important at the time.

We left the restaurant and went to my place for a get-acquainted
afternoon. Dennis told me about the `fun', as he called it of being a
grease monkey; ensuring people stay safe by properly working on their
cars. I told him I worked as a landscaper for my uncle, spending my summers
outdoors as much as possible.

"So you lift trees and dig holes" Dennis said to me. `That's probably where
the hard pecs and trim bod comes from – all that physical work"

He added.

Dennis had a hot-looking fit body. I thought that earlier watching him
munching on a burger at the restaurant. His cock, which I later discovered,
was impressive and so suck able that once I got there, I couldn't keep my
hands to myself. It was hefty, straight as a long arrow and smooth as
silk. His balls were good size and full of cum – I just knew it and I
wanted it.

"Take your shirt off Johnny", Dennis commanded.  I pulled my sweat shirt
off over my head and stood there semi naked. "Don't stop there bud – I
want everything" – Dennis said to me.

"I don't think you can handle me," I told him trying to sound archaic. I
was more buff than Dennis. He was taller than me but my body was solid and
more masculine. I worked out at the gym 3 days a week – "Yeah, I know
everybody says they work out at the gym" BUT – I really did and it
showed.

Dennis touched my chest and squeezed ever so gently the muscle in my arm.
"Nice!! – very nice" – He said.  That did it for me, I was hooked.

"Okay cowboy – you asked for it" - "This is one ride that will keep you
sweaty and panting. - I assured him.

As my jeans dropped to the floor, Dennis frantically removed his clothes
and in a matter of seconds we were standing face to face with big bulges
filling out our underwear. I pushed him backwards on to the couch and
crawled on top of him.

"Let me smell you – let me smell you he kept saying to me as I worked my
crotch towards his face.  I straddled his nose and he breathed in deeply
the smell of my underwear covering my crotch. Dennis began licking the
bulge between my legs. My cock was getting so hard that it was straining to
break free. Dennis used his teeth to pull my underwear down and grabbed my
cock with his mouth and began sucking me.

"You still think that I can't handle you?" – He said to me.

"Well – you are off to a hell of a good start, but we are far from
finished" - I told him.

I pulled Dennis away from my crotch just long enough for him to look at
me. He stared at my face and pressed his mouth to my lips and our tongues
dueled for dominance. He spit on his hand and then stuck his finger covered
with spit into my mouth. "Can you take that Johnny?" he asked me.

"Dennis, I can take anything you've got" – I told him. He spit on his
own cock and immediately shoved it into my mouth. "Work on that" – he
said to me.

I sucked long and hard but Dennis wanted to go deeper into my throat.  He
pulled my head off the couch and held it with one hand as he slid his big
dick down my throat. "Choke on it bitch" – he said to me – "choke on
it" I accommodated him like a good little street whore and played his silly
game for as long as I could stand it.

Two people can play this sport, so I said it was my turn to call the
shots. I started licking his face and dropped spit on his lips. He
immediately opened his mouth and using his tongue lapped away my saliva.

We rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with Dennis lying under me.
I licked down his body cleaning sweat away from under his arms and across
his chest as I travelled towards his crotch. Once there I nibbled on hair
around his balls and tongue bathed everything I could get my greedy mouth
on.

Dennis raised his butt in the air for me to finger plummet and lick. I
rolled him back to a comfort zone and went to work on his body. I shoved
his legs high in the air ramming my face into his hairy butt sniffing,
licking and slurping his gamey asshole.  He knew he was being used and he
loved every minute of it.  I didn't fuck him however. I wanted to save
something for later.

Dennis was lying flat on the floor. So I straddled his face. He held me
securely by my thighs and put his face into my hard firm butt. He tore at
me with such gusto that I was blown away by how good he was sexually. He
kept guzzling my balls from behind and muttering. "Johnny – feed me –
please feed me."

We rolled side by side, facing each other and Dennis held our cocks
together with his right hand.  "Dennis" – I said – "I want some cum"

"OMG Johnny, that's all I ever wanted too. Cum" – he said to me.

We took turns pumping cum from our cocks and feeding ourselves as we
cuddled on the floor.  We recognized this was the beginning of a very
unique relationship between two people perfect for each other. The
touchy-feely crap and the cutesy rubbing was kid's stuff compared to what
we did. We wanted cum –a saucer of cum anyway we could get it.

Dennis had an unbelievable appetite for me and he worked on my cock every
chance he found in order to get cum. I was beginning to understand the
meaning of the term "Empty Vessel". I went around `drained' many
afternoons.

Practically every trip to the market included fruit juices and especially
pineapple juice.  Neither of us liked the salty cum taste or the nasty gag
flavored cum that develops from eating spicy foods, garlic, alcohol or
tobacco. We wanted sweet tasting nectar from the nuts of love that each of
us protected. Fruit juice was the road to happiness.

On our days off from work and most weekends we hung out enjoying life and
going places together. It was late in the afternoon on a Saturday and
Dennis was driving up the coast towards Half Moon Bay - we didn't talk much
but his smile told me a lot - not to mention the bulge in his shorts.

I sat next to him as he drove us through the hills nears La Honda – It
was towards the end of the day and I knew it would be getting dark soon. I
watched the scenery and the ground whizzed by as we headed along the coast.

"Are we just riding or are we going someplace special" – I asked Dennis

"No place special – He replied – "Let's go parking and make out like
a couple of teen agers he said to me with a certain degree of excitement in
his voice"

"Okay – but hell, we can do that anytime unless you are hot and want it
right now" – I said to him. "I am and I do need it right now" – he
answered. That was fine with me.

There was a little clearing straight ahead where one could pull off the
road and park. There were several parking spots but nobody was around and
the place was void of cars. Dennis found a fairly secluded spot to stop the
truck - "Stay here and watch me" – he said to me.

Dennis began to jerk himself off directly in front of the head lights.

I pulled my jeans down stroking my cock while watching Dennis outside
working away on his dick priming for a load of sweet tasting cum.

Dennis is incredible to watch regardless of what he is doing, and I get a
lot of joy looking at him. When the clothes come off however, or his cock
comes out of his underwear – it's a new and exciting ball game which
includes a ton of sex. He is definitely a man's man.

I was to say mesmerized by his actions - Dennis hunched over a little when
he began to cum and dumped his `stuff' into the palm of his hand.

"Now, what the fuck is he doing?" – I thought to myself.  My first
impulse was to get out of the truck and join him but decided to wait and
see what he was up to.

Dennis looked back at me and smiled like a sheepish little boy with his
hand caught in the cookie jar – but this was no cookie jar.

His cock slipped back inside his shorts and with the zipper still down he
walked towards me in the truck with his stuff cradled in your hand and got
back into the cab. Dennis leaned back against the driver's seat and showed
me the thick load he was holding. He took a lick of his cum and turned his
head towards me smiling and flashing his handsome white teeth and his lips
sticky with baby juice.

This entire action was making me very hot.  I held his princely face and
nibbled the cum off his lips - Then he said to me - "Want it" and hand fed
me the rest of his load - I lapped up cum like a hungry pig – and
totally creamed on myself.......

"You knew I wanted that, didn't you?" – I asked Dennis. He never
answered but just leaned back again in the seat and looked at me. – He
knew.

My thighs where I creamed on myself just a few minutes earlier were still
moist and sticky. Dennis put his head in my lap and ran his tongue across
my limp cock and slurped some spent cum into his mouth. He turned to look
at me and I put my lips on his mouth.  Without saying a word, our mouths
opened and like two sluts in love we moved cum around with our tongues.

Phew, I am still hungry - Dennis said to me. "Can you give me more Johnny?"

"Sure but later –dude. Later. `You must think I am a cum percolator
because I have big nuts between my legs. – I replied. Dennis smiled,
fondled my crotch and kissed me. It was a hungry kiss that others would
find difficult to understand. I knew we would soon be leaving so I got out
of the truck to take a piss.

"Can I watch? –Dennis said to me.

"Of course" – I answer him. "Can I also taste your piss" – he asked.

"Ewe, are you sure you want to do that?"  I ask him. –It's not cum
–you know.

"I'm sure – yeah, I am definitely sure. I know you taste so fuckin good
that your piss will too" – I want to taste some" – "yeah. John – I
do."

I stood next to the truck unzipping my jeans when Dennis took over and
pulled my cock out for me. He leaned over wetly kissing the head of my dick
and licked the remaining cum off its moist tip.

"That's it – go for it Dennis my hot Irish pig" – I said to him. I
would often call him my Irish pig when we were fooling around. He loved it.

"That's what I am here for – I know what to do. – I know exactly how
to handle this meat."- He answered.

Dennis arched into me and we kiss feverishly and I didn't want to let him
go. – But he pulled away to get back to my cock which was about ready to
take a leak at any moment.

I began to piss with his hand guiding my cock and aiming the piss stream
away from our shoes. First Dennis put his free hand into my piss stream and
licked his finger. Then he bent over and caught some piss in his mouth. I
don't think it was a lot – only a taste. I am not sure if he spit it out
or swallowed, because he wouldn't tell me. Regardless of what he did –
it was hot.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, all Dennis would say to me was
"fuckin beautiful" as we walked clinging to each other back to the truck.



This is part 1 – email me if you wish to hear more about Dennis and
Johnny – thanks

Justin – jbalancier9@yahoo.com