Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2017 16:33:40 -0400
From: Shy Guy <shybottom69@gmail.com>
Subject: My fake ID Ch02 gay/beginnings

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* * * *

Here I sit still in a police cruiser with my hands handcuffed behind
my back. Wondering how I got here and remembering...

* * * *

I was still in shock when Mike drove me back to the site. I invited
him to my house for lunch. Mike had helped with the plumbing rough ins
during construction. He also designed and fabricated the metal work
for the supplemental water tank under the bed. I used them as part of
his certification.

Mike told me sure, he had to get something from his bunk first. He
kissed my cheek and headed to the bunkhouse. When I got to my house
there was a card taped to the door, with a Sheriff's Office watermark.
It contained a birthday card, "Happy 18th from Deputy Pete and the
rest of the "good guys"... Have fun!" There was a string of 18 novelty
and one Magnum (I assume to grow on) condoms taped to the left side of
the card.

I was 18, it was about time I started living, not just existing. I
also knew if I wanted Mike to take me I'd have to clean myself out. My
grandfather would have laughed, only I would research losing my cherry
on the internet.

As I did several anal douches, I thought back to when the house was
under construction. I had to use the bunkhouse showers. I loved to
dawdle, so I could see the shadows of the roughnecks through the
shower curtains. Thanks to the shadow play on those showers, I had a
lot of material to jerk off to.

The guy I spanked off to most was Mike. Mike was a gorgeous Italian
hunk. He was about six foot one with dark brown hair and eyes. Eyes
that could cut right through you. He was strong, with broad shoulders.
He had a wicked sense of humor. A lot of his jokes were a little blue
or racy. Everyone on the site laughed a lot, I blushed a lot.

I was no gourmet chef, but I could cook. Mike knocked at the door, I
waved him in. He smiled as he entered, knocking the muck off his boots
before crossing the threshold. He had a gym bag in his hand. "I come
bearing gifts my friend." He pulled out a bottle of Moscato, and a
bottle of Lambrusco. "I wasn't sure what you were making fish, pasta,
or beef. I figured I'd cover all bases. I assume I'm your first house
guest." I nodded yes.

"Maggie, would you mind if I borrowed your shower. The one in the
bunkhouse is down again and I got a layer grunge on me." I bristled
when he used dad's name for me. I had noticed in recent days a few of
the roughnecks started to use it.

Still, I had cotton mouth from the possibilities as I responded, "Sure
you helped install it after all." I drew the blinds over the entry
door. I closed the louvered aluminum pocket doors, hidden behind the
bookcase and storage walls. They created a closed changing area.
Private from both outside and inside the trailer. I left him to enjoy
his shower and went back to the kitchen.

I was playing Josh Groban's 'You're Still You' and Mike was singing
along with that incredible rich tenor voice of his. Oh God I was so
tempted to climb in the shower with him. Mike hollered out from the
shower "Hey Maggie, some of the family kept calling you Tre.  What's
the story there?"

With the roast in the oven, I figured I had time. I open the door a
tiny bit to the dressing area and replied, "When I was eight, Dad came
down in the rumpus room and caught me kissing a guy. That is when he
started calling me Magna, and Maggie. He continued even knowing
Granddad and I hated the female version of OUR name.

Grandpa would say, 'He should be Magnus or Mag like you and me. He
ain't no fucking Magna, or Maggie.' Dad persisted, so Granddad came up
with a special name for each of us. Granddad was the Senior, Papa was
Junior, I was Tredje, the third. Grandpa just shortened it down to
Tre, three. Granddad and uncle Nels kept calling me Tre to spite my
dad."

"Your old man's quite a piece of work, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that."

"Mike you're just being honest. Sad truth is you don't know the half of it."

"I'm sorry for using Maggie, I heard a couple folks in town use it.
I'll talk to the guys and get them to stop."

"Mike, you didn't know. Truth is dad has a lot of friends in this
town. That's another reason I have to go. This trip isn't just about
finding myself, I need to heal a bit."

I looked in the direction of the shower and saw more than his
beautiful silhouette. He was not as muscular, Atlas like, as Charlie.
He was perfectly formed, more like Michelangelo's statue of David.
Suddenly I was very pleased that I bought the clear shower curtain.

My side of the conversation suddenly ended. I was staring at the long
shaft of uncut meat that swung below his waistline. I stood there
sucking my bottom lip. It took a long time for me to realize he wasn't
talking anymore either.

My eyes shot up and saw him looking at me through the clear shower
curtain. He had a big shit eating grin on his face. "I was kind of
hoping that's why you brought me over... my timid little fox." He open
the shower curtain so I could get an unfiltered view.

I started begging forgiveness for invading his privacy. Then suddenly,
it was as if I could hear grandfather telling me to get the rod out of
my ass and live my life. Here I had a gorgeous man. A man who appeared
to be interested in me.

Mike held his hand out for me to join him. "Tre, your Mandan family,
and the Lakota woman were right to name you fox. You remind me of one
now. A fox when confronted by a man will pause as if it is deciding
how to respond; will it run and hide, will it chase itself around in
an excited state till exhaustion and collapse, or will it play with
the man? I hope you choose the latter."

I slowly shed my clothing. Mike was grinning as he grabbed my hand
pulling me into the shower. He wrapped his arms around me. "You have
no idea how long I had been dreaming about this Tre."

"Mike, I am not that special. Thank you for the flattery though."

"NOT SPECIAL!?! Tre, every single guy on the site, even the straight
ones, have been dreaming of being your first. Hell your ass is our
favorite spank fantasy. Our socks are so full of cum from us using
them to jerk off into, on laundry day they stand on their own."

He tightly pulled me into the dark mat of fur covering his chest.
Taking long hot showers was a luxury I was going to have to soon
curtail. But for now I was going to enjoy being tethered to the job
sites utilities. Especially the ultimate utility, Mike.

"Tre, you're shaking."

"No Mike I'm trembling. There's a difference. Please, please forgive
me. I guess I'm just a really excited lil' fox."

"Nothing to forgive Tre, I remember my first time... vaguely... I
think." He put his fist under my chin and pulled my lips to his. My
mouth parted as I pulled his upper lip between mine and sucked ever so
gently on it. He pushed me back against the side of the galvalume
shower wall.

The metal was just as cold against my back, as his body was hot
against my chest. I was surprised when he took the passive role and
let my tongue explore his mouth. He let out a soft moan of pleasure as
I sucked on one lip then the other.

His hands however told a very active story. They traced their way down
my sides. He traced the outlines of each muscle group and my abs.
Don't get me wrong I'm not ripped, but when one works with steel, one
does develop some tone. He worked his way up my six pack and softly
caressed under each of my delts. He made tiny circles around my
nipples.

When our mouths parted he laughed and said they are little buttons. I
started to apologize he said, "No they're cute just the way they are.
You have grown into quite the buff fox out here this last year." He
pinched the right nipple hard, while he sucked on the left. I was so
conflicted the two experiences, pleasure and pain so close together.

I moaned in delight as I reached around and grab the small of his back
pulling him into me. His hard cock ground against mine. He reached
down grabbing hold of both shafts and slowly tugged them until they
were fully erect.

He softly worked back my foreskin, exposing the tender flesh beneath.
He rolled his foreskin over the head of my cock. Grabbing the loose
flesh he started to slowly jack the two cocks in such a way that his
foreskin would cover my head. On the backstroke my foreskin would
cover his. It was an incredible feeling as the protective flesh traded
places.

I let off another soft moan as I leaned into his chest and took his
left nipple between my teeth. I nipped it lightly. Now it was his turn
to moan. His free hand wrapped around the back of my head and held it
in place against his magnificent chest. He asked me if he was really
my first.

"Mike, you're not the only one who's been dreaming about this.
Dinner's not going to be ready for another hour at least. Maybe we
could go get more comfortable." I pulled a couple of large bath sheets
out of the storage cupboard. We dried each other and walked through
the dining/living area to the bedroom.

He laid onto the air chamber bed. I quickly checked the roast in
passing. Sorry granddad, rod up my ass or not it was still a $55 hunk
of meat. I quickly set the timer to put in the oven roasted
vegetables.

I joined Mike on the bed. He pulled me into a passionate kiss. Then he
pushed me back onto my back and wrapped his lips around my throbbing
cock. This wasn't happening the way I was expecting. I thought he
would want me sucking him. My head was spinning as he increased the
frequency of his head bobbing and suction.

After about five minutes of delightful pressure I was about to blow my
wad. I told him and he pushed down on my scrotum and firmly squeezed,
suspending my orgasm. He removed his wonderfully warm lips from my
shaft.  He climbed up my body and kissed me again. I apologized for my
short fuse. "Don't worry about it little guy I'm amazed you held on as
long as you did for your first time. I just want to catch your first
in load my ass."

We kissed swapping tongues for a few more minutes. Then he pulled out
a bottle of Astroglide and began lubing his hole and my cock. "Tre, I
was really torn between having you climb on top and fucking me
face-to-face. But I wanted this to be really memorable for you." He
straddled my hips and guided my cock to his asshole.

He continued, "I decided, I wanted to ride you cowboy style. I want to
look down and see the pleasure on your face as you shoot your wad up
my ass. I want you to always remember how I looked as I took your
first load." He slowly sat on my cock pulling it deep inside of him.

I was overcome by how tight and warm his ass was. My head rolled back
and my mouth opened and I gasped for air. He softly grabbed hold of my
chin and pulled my head back down. "Remember I want to see your face,
I want to see your eyes glaze over in pleasure." I told him I would
try but it felt so good.

My hands slid up his abdomen to his chest and I grabbed hold of his
nipples. I was pinching them hard one at a time. His areolas were much
larger than mine. Mine looked like sweater buttons. His looked like
silver dollars. He smiled down at me and moaned. I was grinning like
an idiot. I couldn't pry the smile off my face as his cock began
slapping against my stomach.

As his ass slid up and down on my cock it started making a slurping
and sucking sound. As his cock continued to slap against my stomach on
the downward stroke. I slowly played with his delts, and abs. I loved
feeling the definition in the firmness of his muscle tone. My hands
continued down from his abs, I grabbed hold of his manhood and began
stroking it as he rode my cock.

A lusty smile spread across Mike's lips. I could feel him tightening
his hole against my cock. His cock exploded across my stomach, and
chest. A few drops landed on my cheek. That triggered my eruption deep
inside his ass.

After I licked his cum from my hand, he drug his finger through the
pool collecting on my tummy. He put his cum laden finger to my lips. I
sucked it greedily. After years of just tasting my own seed, I now had
his to savor. Later I would learn that some guys don't like the taste
of cum, I thought it tasted like sweet nectar.

Our post-coital bliss was interrupted by the buzz from the oven
reminding me to put the vegetables in. He chuckled about the timing. I
reached over and grabbed my bath sheet and wiped up his seed from my
body. I bent over in front of the oven to put the vegetables in.

No sooner had I closed the door and was about to rise, when I felt his
hands on the other side of my cheeks. His tongue caressed my soft
pucker. I let out a soft lusty moan. "Mike you know we've only got
fifteen minutes before these will be ready or they'll be ruined. We
have all night to enjoy each other. That is if you want to stay."

"Actually my little fox, Dennis, and I have second shift on the pumps.
Charlie and Matt are sleeping for the third." He pulled me back into a
kiss. "You, have a birthday feast with the rest of the guys on the
reservation this evening. But I am looking forward to tasting your
cooking."

I could feel my grandfather's disappointment within me. I knew he
would prefer me to just go with the passion throw caution to the wind.
That was him, I wanted something more. I knew sex with Mike was just
going to be a period of fun between he and I. Something to be look
back upon and cause me to smile for many years to come, like Grandpa
and his trucker.

He pulled away and sat at the table on his towel. I had to do
something to recapture the mood. Here I was sharing my home with a hot
Italian stud, and that rod up my ass showed itself again. I came to
him and dropped between his knees, kissing his sweaty chest. Playing
with his nipples sucking and nibbling at each one.

My lips kissed and slurped my way down his chest and over his abs. My
tongue penetrated his belly button. It then slid down his treasure
trail. I began licking his cock almost like a dog savoring a bone. My
mouth and tongue licked the mighty shaft from its base to its tip. A
single pearl of clear pre-cum presented from the tip. My tongue darted
and swept inside his foreskin. I swirled it around his helmet shaped
cock head and licked the cum from his slit.

My head tilted as I looked up his body and looked in to his eyes, "I'm
sorry, let me make this up." He told me there was nothing to make up.
I returned to my worship of his cock.

I pressed my lips firm against his exposed head. I pressed them hard
against his shaft to force his foreskin to roll down. His cock was
still juicy from his previous orgasm. His hands rested on the back of
my head and drew my mouth down on his shaft.

He let out a moan. Clearly I was doing something right. My excitement
and eagerness quickly overwhelmed my inexperience. I tried to draw his
shaft into my throat and gagged a bit. "Just relax no-one can do that
their first time buddy. It takes practice."

I slid my mouth back and forth along the length of the shaft and
slowly. I allowed the tip to poke the entrance of my throat.
Eventually I was able to work it down. I was moaning and humming as I
sucked him in. Within a short period of time I learned to pull his
shaft all the way down my throat and bury it balls deep.

I sucked on it for a long time, what seemed like minutes. Until I
slowly saw stars appear before my eyes. I realized I wasn't breathing.
I pulled off of him and gasped for air. "Holy crap little fox, you are
a natural-born cocksucker." My cheeks glowed hot at his praise.

I told him how I was trying to breathe through my nose, like the dirty
on-line stories describe deep-throating. He laughed and said, "In my
experience, it only works that way in the magazines." After catching
my breath I returned to my labors. Sliding his long shaft in and out
of the depths of my throat until I was rewarded when his cum filled my
throat and mouth. I continued to suck his shaft until it stopped
spasming.

The oven chime went off letting us know dinner was ready. Mike was an
odd duck. He liked the well done end pieces. Whereas I liked the rare
bits that still had a little life in them. "Tre, where did you learn
how to roast vegetables the Italian way."

"Mike, The Italians aren't the only ones who roast vegetables. My
mother taught me the way her mother prepared them." I was finishing
off my second glass of Lambrusco, it was a little sweeter than I
liked. I was getting quite the buzz. Grandpa used to give me wine or
spirits when we traveled. I always have been a bit of a lightweight.

I put away the leftovers and washed the dishes as he dried. Mike
stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed the base
of my neck and worked his way around until he was sucking on my
earlobe softly. Between his tender nips and the sweet wine my head was
swimming. I turned in his arms and connected my lips to his. His
tongue slid between my lips wrestling with mine.

Without warning he swept me off my feet and carried me back to the
bed. He spread me out and started sucking on my nipples. Biting each
of them tenderly is his hands caressed my body. He pulled me to my
side and began massaging my ass. He was looking for any sign of doubt
in my eyes. Finally he asked "Do you want to?"

"Oh God yes, Mike I've wanted you since the first time I saw you in
the showers. I've dreamed about you being my first. Please fuck me. I
can't think of anyone I would rather give my cherry to. You've been so
kind over this last year and a half." He kissed me one more time, then
rolled me on my stomach.

Grabbing my pillows he propped my midsection up, elevating my ass in
the air. His powerful hand separated my glutes as his tongue dove into
my ass. "Damn Tre, you have the most beautiful bubble butt I have ever
had the privilege of holding."

"I hope you're going to do more than just hold it." He began working
my hole again and nibbling around the edge of my pink ring. I heard a
click behind me As I felt something cold run down the crack of my ass.
His fingers slowly worked the cold fluid into my hole.

One finger at a time he slowly caressed the inside of my ring. He
inserted one finger thrusting and twisting it ever so gently. When I
was moaning and pushing back on his knuckle, he realized I was ready
for a second. He repeated His motions. He varied them slightly
twisting the fingers together while he thrust them in and out of me.
He spread them apart in order to draw my hole wider.

I was moaning like a man possessed. That's when he inserted the third,
spreading the three and twisting them together sliding them in and out
of me as if they were a small cock in and of themselves. I begged him
screaming, "I am ready! Please, fuck me now! Harvest my cherry Mike."

He withdrew his fingers from my ass, I felt so empty. He knelt behind
me and I felt the tip of his shaft making contact with my vacant hole.
With a constant firm pressure the head breached the ring of my hole.
It hurt like hell, but I did enough research to know that it would be
replaced with pleasure. He told me to take a deep breath. He waited so
patiently for me to get used to his size.

I begged him to continue. He slid and inch or so into me. Again waited
then another inch, and another. I could feel the veins on his cock as
they popped and slid through the ring. He had a magnificent tool. It
felt like it took forever but eventually I felt his pubic bush
tickling my ass. He took full ownership of my hole.

He began thrusting furiously in and out. Occasionally holding still
and draping himself across my back to kiss the back of my neck.
Nibbling and softly biting at the skin. Only to begin his desperate
thrusting seeking climax. In time he thrust himself one last time deep
inside me. I felt his cock erupt painting my inner walls. I could
actually feel the impact of his seed inside me. I have never felt so
complete.

His softening cock slid from my ass. We kissed and cuddled until the
alarm on my cell phone went off reminding me I had to be getting ready
for the banquet. I kissed Mike again, "If you would like, you guys can
nibble on the roast and vegetables while we have dinner with the rest
of the family."

"Oh, you don't have to feed us."

"I want to Mike. I probably wouldn't finish that roast before the end
of the week. I really don't want it to go to waste. Besides, you guys
are going to miss one hell of a party tonight..." I connected my lips
to his again, "...I really hope we can celebrate more, after your
shift."

We took another shower together. He showed me a new attachment for the
shower unit. He installed a flow diverter to a hose feeding a hand
shower and a swappable enema wand attachment. "This will help you
clean out before and after a date. I hope you don't mind."

"Mike, that'll really come in handy. The little bottle enemas don't do
it for me. I am glad we put the shower on the black water system after
all."

Mike and I took turns cleaning each other out. Then helping each other
shower. Sex is sweaty business, but fun. We emerged from the shower
and dried each other. He quickly got into his work clothes and then
left me with just a peck on the cheek.

The tiny house felt so huge and empty without him. It was the first
time since it was finished that I felt lonely. I think I understood
why some people who built tiny homes liked the lofts. It made an empty
bed less lonely.

I had no time to wallow in self-pity. I put on my best pair of 501s,
and my gray western dress shirt with pearl snaps. Then I pulled my
hair into a ponytail tying it off with the leather and silver hair
cuff with the eagle feather dangling.

I made it to Mr. Barton and Shehek's home as they were climbing into
the crew cab pickup. Chris looked at me sternly saying, "Which one of
them am I going to have to fire?" I shot him a puzzled look. "Ooxa,
you are glowing. Your face shines. It is if your whole being is
screaming I got laid!" I blushed and pulled my bottom lip in between
my teeth dropping my head. Chris simply smiled, "You may keep your
secret. Love looks so good on you."

* * * *
I was always amazed during feasts and celebrations how many cousins I
had. Both my mother and my grandmother came from large families. As a
child, due to my lighter color, I was always the odd one out. I found
it odd that only dog breeders and the government measure things by
percentage of blood. Most of the blood that was in my veins came from
the Mandan. Because I looked more Nordic, like Grandpa, I was thought
of as white.

The incident of the boy under the rebar helped to change that. The
loss of my mother grew me more sympathy. When my father almost beat me
to death and threw me out to die in the winter cold and ice, that
secured my place in the tribe. How ironic, it was as if they suddenly
discovered my heart was theirs.

My uncle Wandering Bear presented me to the tribe as his sister's only
surviving child. "He has helped us as an adult for years. But today in
the eyes of the government he is an adult of 18 years. In his entire
life he has never given me anything but pride. Your mother would be
very proud of the man you have become."

There was much singing, dances, and yes eating. Both Shehek and I
joined the dancing. The family was not surprised, in fact they looked
pleased. The night passed too quickly.

My uncle Nels, his wife and kids were there. Pete and his Tami hugged
on me wishing me a happy birthday. Pete was beaming with the news he
and Tami were expecting. Then he shared the news; The Governor had
suspended the Sheriff pending an investigation from the Attorney
General's Office. His voice carried and a cry of joy went up from both
of my families.

After the feast Wandering Bear gave me my mother's medicine bundle. "I
see her love dance in your eyes. I also see the pain you both share.
It is my hope this will give you the strength and healing as it gave
her." It was rare for a son to receive a medicine bundle from his
mother's family. I knew I had been judged worthy by them. This day I
knew I was truly one of them.

Wandering Bear spoke, "Ooxa, I added one item to your bundle, an eagle
feather. I said prayers for the Lone Man to walk with you on your
journey of discovery. May he protect you and keep you. May one day he
return you to your people."

I took possession of mother's medicine bundle. Wandering Bear told me,
"We have planned a sweat for you. In seven days the men of your family
will gather with you. We will sing songs and pray for guidance and
protection during your journey. Bring your medicine bundle and we will
go to the sweat lodge."

Later when we were alone I had to ask, "Is the tribe or the family
ashamed of me, like father, for being gay."

He laughed. "Ooxa, when you were still a small child, your mother had
a vision. That vision was tested, you reached for the loom shuttle,
not for the bow. We knew then you were mihdacke. In the old days, you
would have been raised as a girl, dressed as a girl, taught the
womanly arts. In time a warrior would claim you as his wife. You would
be prized by him, and your tribe, as you are now.

Ooxa, you know we believe each person is born with four spirits. Two
for this world, and two for the next. Those spirits can sometimes
become lost. I think one of your spirits became so frightened of your
father and others, it ran away and hid for a time. I see it now,
coming back out of the shadows.

For the first time since you were a little boy you danced with the
women as the men chanted and sang. It made my heart glad. Your spirit
screams that you should dance.

Your father will pay a heavy price for shaming and frightening that
spirit. A mihdacke must not be interfered with. Your father is half
Mandan, he should have known that. Know this little Fox, I am as proud
of you, as I am of my own boy Shehek."

* * * *

With the feast at an end, we left for the drill site. The roughnecks
van blew past us. They threw up so much road dust, we had to slow down
so it could dissipate. Chris and Shehek grumbled about their behavior.
By the time we left for the drill site, it was very dark. No moon was
in the sky. Chris told me he was going to drop me off at the tiny
house. "It's too dark to walk around on the drill site."

When we arrived I was surprised to find the guys were standing huddled
around the entrance. "Okay what's going on guys?" Mike and Charlie
both had hold of a rope tied to a very large drop cloth covering the
tail end of my tiny house. The men parted so that I would have full
view and illuminated the sheet with flashlights.

The senior roughneck approached. "Tre, we got together and had a gift
made for you. We asked your two students to do something special about
the back end of this rig. It was too dark. We wanted it to show up,
and slow down the people following you. Nothing can do that quite like
a story."

Mike and Charlie gave a tug on their ropes and the sheet fell
revealing a beautiful piece of carved polished aluminum diamond plate.
Across the top was a pictographic image carved into the diamond plate
of the fox stealing fire and giving it to a hunting party.

Standing proudly on the left side was a Kit Fox Warrior, his sash was
staked to the ground. He looked as if he was ready to do battle. On
the right side was a sitting Fox. In the center of the plate the words
of A Strongheart Song were carved into the plate:

"I am the fox. I am supposed to die. I already threw my life away...
 ...something daring, something dangerous, I wish to do."

Carved into the bottom of the plate were the words "Ooxa's Lodge... Take
time to enjoy the journey..." Bracketed by two sleeping foxes. Chris
flipped a switch, all of the hollows of the carvings lit up with amber
and red light as if it was on fire. They told me the art was attached
to a metal and teak liftgate that folded down to form a porch on the
main entry.

I thanked each of the men. I hugged Shehek, because I knew he coached
them well. I also hugged Chris, and then Charlie. Slowly the men
departed each wishing me a happy birthday. I had a feeling Mike would
hang around to be the last man standing.

He started reaching for the winch to lower the patio. I stopped him,
"We can just go in the side door. I think I want to enjoy it for a
while." I kissed his lips. "Thank you so much. You guys did such a
great job."

I grabbed his arm wrapping it around my waist and I wrapped mine
around his and led him to the side door. He stripped and climbed into
my bed as I closed the blinds and locked the doors.

As I crossed the room, my clothes fell to the floor. His eyes kept
getting larger and larger as I got closer. I was losing more and more
fabric along the way. By the time I got up to the turned down sheets
on the bed his cock was rock hard standing straight out from him.

This wasn't the time for tenderness this was the time for animal sex.
No kissing and no cuddling. As my lips slid over his bulbous head,
pushing his tender foreskin down with just the pressure from my lips.
My mouth filled with his precum and my spit. God he made my mouth
water. He was as eager for it as I was.

He let loosen low muffled groan of pleasure, as his hand guided my
head down further on his shaft. His hands slid down my body and
grabbed hold of my also hard and needy cock. His fingers wrapped
around it, and slid up and down the shaft. He was returning the
pleasure that I was providing him.

I learned I was like Mike, versatile. We both shared a passion for
bottoming and topping, depending on the situation and the person. He
warned me this was unusual and I shouldn't get used to it. It seems
most gay men were bottoms. Which means finding a good top was very
competitive.

He also told me that there were those guys like Charlie out there.
Married straight guys just yearning for a hole. I hadn't even thought
of Charlie as a prospective partner. The concept of gay for a night
was weird. I guess I was still seeing things in two tones. I didn't
realize there was a full spectrum of gay, bi, and gay for today
involved.

He positioned my hips over his mouth as his lips wrapped around my
hard cock. Our heads bobbed and unison. What one did the other
repeated. My tongue swirled around the base of his shaft as I sucked
him eagerly. My hips bucked down into his mouth, driving my cock into
his throat. He gagged and pushed up on my hips. Pulling my shaft from
his throat and mouth he announced, "Easy we have time."

I apologized and we returned to pleasuring one another. He must have
felt that I was about to blow my wad down his throat. He pushed down
on my balls and scrotum pulling his cock from my lips. "Easy killer
we're going to have to teach you some control."

He pushed me over on my back and my lower lip extended out in a pout.
He kissed me quickly then said, "I picked up a few things while you
were in back of the bookstore watching your movie. I kind of figured
these would be handy for you, until you learn some control."

He walked over to his gym bag and removed a device that looked like
two rings spot welded in a v-shaped figure eight. They were hard shiny
chrome. He grabbed a few other items from the bag and walked back to
the bed. "Well since you're already hard and nothing is showing signs
of going down. I guess we'll have to use the snap on strap."

He grabbed hold of my shaft squeezing the base of my cock hard as he
slipped the neoprene strap around it until it made a divot. Then he
fastened the snap. "It's easier to put these on before you get hard,
but this one can work in a pinch."

As he snapped the closure it pinched the tender flesh of my scrotum. I
let out an, "Ouch!"

His hands slowly massage the injured skin. "With a response like that,
you baby, you definitely won't be into S&M."

"Mike, I believe I've experienced more than enough pain for one
lifetime. You're quite right, I'm not into S&M"

"Well my little fox, I would normally say I'll kiss it and make it
better. But I have a better idea." With that he grabbed the lube and
polished my hard shaft slick with the gell. He straddled my hips and
slowly slid down on my arrested cock. "This kind of cock ring is a
little different than most It doesn't stop the orgasm. It just doesn't
let the blood flow out of the cock. I'm going to ride you until I
come."

He was slowly riding up and down on my cock occasionally undulating
his hips to the left and right. It felt wonderful his ass squeezed
around my turgid flesh. I didn't realized how veiny my cock could be
until the blood flow was stopped.

After my second orgasm, my cock started to throb and ache a bit. I
reached out for Mike's cock hoping I could stroke him off to orgasm so
I could get my erection down. He smacked my hand away saying, "I am so
close just a little longer little fox. Just a little longer." Three
more long strokes in his ass and he sprayed all over my chest. He
collapsed on my chest, with his thumb and forefinger released the
strap on my now purple cock. It promptly said thank you by spraying
seed all up on his back.

We dropped off to sleep holding each other.

-- continued