Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:04:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shocked Part 2

I kicked back on that Sunday afternoon in my stone, day dreaming about my
long lost first timer Doug and his re-entry into my world. I had gotten
my yard work done and was tuckered. The few beers I had knocked back had
knocked me into a nap. When I finally heard my cell phone ringing it must
have been doing it for a while because it stopped and went to voice mail.
When I grabbed it off the table only the number for the missed call
showed up which started with a 619 area code. San Diego.

I waited for the beep letting me know a voice mail had been left but it
didn't come. I had a good hunch that it was Doug as he is the only one
with a 619 area code that would be calling me. He hadn't left a message
though, so I debated calling the number back. I played the mind game on
myself for an hour or so until I finally thought, "Dude grow the fuck up
and just call him".

I picked up the phone and highlighted my missed call numbers till I got
to the 619 and hit it. I waited through three rings before I started
really getting nervous. Then came four rings and then five. I was headed
for voice mail. Just as I was about to just close the phone and end the
call, he picked up. "Hello this is Doug".

My heart began to race. "It's Shane, I saw your number on my phone", I
answered. There was a short silence and I could hear a lot of road noise
in the background. "Hey " he finally replied. "I hope it was OK to
call you...I thought I`d call and see how you are these days". I
relaxed a bit. "No problem man, I'm glad you did." There was an
awkward silence so I went on, " So what is happening with you these
days?"

I struggled to hear his voice over the background noise as he replied,
"Man it is a long story. Too long for the phone. I just got divorced and
I'm moving back up to Sacramento. I`m on I-5 driving a U-Haul right
now." Liking the sound of that I asked, "So are you moving up here for
good?" "Yup, coming back home" he said. I responded, "So you already
got a place lined up here in town?" He paused for a second and said,
"Well not just yet, I am staying at my Dad's place right now until I
find something. " he said. "You remember my Dad`s place?".

Did I remember? That was a good segue into what I really wanted to get
at. "Fuck dude, I remember your Dad's house well." I offered. "We had
some good times back then". I got a period of silence again before he
came back with a short laugh, "Yeah, I guess we did huh." he said
sentimentality. "So what your doing these days, I mean are you...do you
have a...are you married or...?" My heart was racing again as I
answered, "Well I was married for about 10 years and it didn't work out
really. We split about 3 years ago." Doug sighed. "Yeah, well shit man
I guess we`re in the same boat now huh".

I struggled for what to say next as the road noise hissed between us.
"So, shit man you want to hook up over a beer or something once you get
settled in?" I invited. More dead air followed before he replied, "Yeah
I guess we can do that if you want to. I got a busy day at work tomorrow
but I'll call ya and we'll set something up".

Feeling a wave of elation flow over me I said, "Cool man, you`ll like
working for the company. You found a good place to come back home to."
He himm and hawed for a moment. "Yeah, I hope so because I need something
to rebuild my life with. I'm pretty spent". I knew what he meant. "Well,
it has been a long time for both of us. Call me tomorrow, you know where
to find me." More dead air followed before he said, "Thanks, that means
a lot man. I'll call ya tomorrow." The line went dead.

It was all coming back to me like a pile of bricks. I remembered the last
time we got together and how far that experience had evolved from the
first time he rough raped me in his bedroom. He wanted more than just a
fuck buddy and was none too happy that I was leaving for college. In some
ways I wanted to get away. He had really pushed for me to stay in town so
we could get an apartment together and have our little secret
arrangement. There had been some heated argument and head games in the
past month over it. I got off on the taboo sex we had but at 18 I wasn't
ready to enter a committed lifestyle arrangement for a lot of reasons. We
both had reasons.

He came by my house one day a week or so after graduation. I was in the
garage going through some boxes when he walked up the driveway that day.
"Hey", he said as he walked up and slapped me on the shoulder. "Hey"
I replied as I watched him survey my college packing project. "So, you
are really heading out huh?", he asked with a slight tone of defeat.
"Yeah, I'm leaving in a couple days", I replied. He just kind of stood
there looking at my boxes and asked, "Your parents here?" "No, they
don't get home till late this afternoon", I said. Then he looked at me
with his devilish grin and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling us
close together face to face. He leaned in close and said softly,
"Whadaya say we have fun one last time?" It was a relief as I had
expected we would be arguing again.

Sinking into his spell, I looked out toward the driveway to see if anyone
was looking and said, "Sure, but lets close the door." I reached up
behind him and hit the button for the garage door as his hands began to
rub my crotch. We started kissing feverishly as our hands roved around
each other's backs. In a slathering embrace we stood there humping our
hardening packages against themselves as our body temperatures rose. I
reached into his loose sweat pants and grasped his fat bent cock in my
hand and gave him a good hard squeeze . "Oh, man I want you so bad", he
moaned. The big muscular mustached jock made me melt when he said, "I
want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad", he said in a craven
voice.

He was usually more of a top man, but when he wanted it up the ass, he
really wanted it. "You got it bro" I replied as I slid my bermuda
shorts down and let my bulging package hit the air. He immediately
dropped to his knees and began working my rod with his square whiskered
mug. The feeling of his rough stubble rubbing on my thighs as his hot wet
mouth made me reel. I leaned back on the fender of my car as he gave me a
man job, licking and sucking on my shaft just below my head. It drove me
wild. But, he was just getting me juked up. He wanted my cock in his ass.

He pulled off of my throbbing rod and stood up and we kissed passionately
again for a brief few seconds. He turned around and bent over the hood of
my car and sticking his ass toward me. "I don't have any lube dude", I
warned. "That's OK man just spit on your cock real good. Spit and shove
or it aint love" he said with a slight laugh. We'd fucked before
without lube, but we were smashed drunk. This time we would both feel the
raw ride. So I dropped a few streams saliva on my hand and wetted up his
pink love hole. He grinded his tight bubble butt at me like a purring
kitten as I stuck my fingers in and out of his stinky paste hole.

As I probed him he moaned and grunted, "Come on man I`m ready". I was
starting to realize how much I would miss having this lug around. I could
never decide whether I liked looking at him from his puckered tight
asshole and down his stretched V-Shape back or when he was wrapped around
me fucking me raw face to face. I spit on my hand one last time and
rubbed the tip of my cock, mixing my pre-cum with it. I then saddled up
to this muscle stud's asshole and pushed in. "Ahhhh, fuck man, ohhhh
yeah", he let out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "Come on man
give it to me", he begged as I pulled back and sunk my rock hard 6.5"
cock into his wet hole.

I grabbed his hips and began driving him against my car's fender with as
much strength as I could muster. Slap, slap, slap, slap. "Oh man yeah,
fuck yea, come on man, fuck me", he moaned under his quickening breath.
Encouraged I began fucking him harder and faster, feeling the deep
pleasure of raw friction in his velvety hole. Truth is I didn't last
long, it felt so fucking good I could not last. "Dude I'm gonna cum,
this feels so good man", I warned hoping he wouldn't be too
disappointed. "Oh yeah man, cum up my ass, cum in me and keep fucking as
long as you can."

I slammed him into my car as I exploded in his ass, turning the resistant
friction to luscious slip and slide. "Keep fucking me bro, don't stop,
please don't stop, " he moaned. I continued to pump his sloppy sticky
hole with my softening rubbery stick. The smell of ass filled the air.
"Oh man, that feels so good," he muttered. "I love you, I love you so
much". Back then I was never comfortable when he said that. I was not
ready to be in love with a man. Fucking him was ok though.

My cock was loosing its stiffness fast as my cum began to run out of his
bitch hole and down my balls, so I slowed to a more passionate massaging
fuck. He finally got to the point of no return saying, "I'm gonna cum
man, I'm gonna cum. I immediately pulled my spent sticky meat from his
fuck hole and turned him around. I fell to my knees and took his
throbbing mean in my mouth just as he blew his thick salty jizz. He
pulled out of my mouth and jacked off, dumping his ropes of cum on my
tongue and face until he was empty.

As I was starting to swallow, he pulled away. "Stand up", he ordered.
Face to face he pulled us together, our spent sticky wet cocks rubbing
against one another. He looked into my eyes and we kissed, sharing
between our slithering tongues the remnants of his cum. The kissing
seemed to last for ever as we stood there together embracing and taking
the occasion to look into each others eyes, his seed swimming around on
our tongues.

We came down from the high, got cleaned up and pulled our clothes back
on. I wiped up the stray cum from the floor and my car's fender. Doug
finally hit the garage door and let the light of the world back into our
existence. We shot the shit with mindless char for a while as I got back
to packing. I could tell he still had something on his mind though.

Finally he lit up a cigarette and blew some smoke before he asked. "So
do you ever think we will be more than a couple guys who get off with
each other in secret?" I felt the wave of familiar discomfort coming
over me. "Dude, you need to get a grip on this", I replied. "We cant
ever be more than this. I cant be gay. My parents would never go for
that. You can't be gay. Your dad would not have his football hero being a
fag." Doug looked at the ground a little pissed. "Have you ever thought
of being that way? I mean just changing and choosing that instead of the
normal way?"

I didn't want to have this conversation. `Man look, we have fun
together but it doesn't mean we're gay. I mean you like fucking
chicks. Shit, you got more pussy in high school than anyone I know.", I
exclaimed. "We have to get on with normal lives like everyone else".
"But don't you love me Shane?", he asked. I let out a deep sigh and
said what I probably shouldn't have. "Dude, I cant say that. I'm not
ready for that. Saying that means I am a fag. I know you want us to be
roomates and have a secret relationship, but I cant do that man", I
protested. "Doing that would mean I would have give in to this and I
can't. Neither can you."

He threw his cigarette down and stomped it into the concrete. "Fucking
great!" he quipped looking down at the ground. Then he looked up at me
with a look of betrayal and said sarcastically, "Have fun at college!"
He then walked to his truck and laid rubber away from my house.

That was how it was left nearly 20 years ago. I looked back on that day
for many years and regretted the way I had ended it. I just didn't know
how to handle it, I was not even completely aware of my own sexuality
back then. All I knew was that we had our secret fun that the rest of the
world openly detested. I knew that it could never be accepted, open or
admitted to. No, I had to go to college and get married to a nice girl
like everyone else.

To be continued....

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