Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2020 18:19:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: It's Not Complicated

"IT'S NOT COMPLICATED"

By Justin
jbalancier9@yahoo.com

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"Go ahead and touch my hairy chest."

I could not believe what he was saying to me. Although he could have been
standing anywhere, he chose to stand right next to me. "Can you believe
that? With all the hunky dudes in the bar, he was standing next to me."

I was not sure if he was joking or not, so I pushed him slightly away,
before everybody laughed thinking I was a fool.  That only lasted for a
second, when he stepped closer to me and his rough masculine hand touched
my hand. It was a warm touch and I'll admit, it was exciting for being such
a simple jester.

"You're hot." He said to me, smiling showing his teeth that looked so
white.

"You're not." I replied in a positive tone, but still friendly.

"Yes I am," he answered still smiling and being outgoing. "I am hot alright
and you know it."

He took a step closer, thrusting his pelvis with his crotch closer to
me. His pants were unzipped and he was not wearing any underwear. I know
this because of what happened next. He took my hand forcing it between the
open zipper onto his warm flesh.

I did not resist. I may be a bit theatrical, but stupid I am not. My hand
was caressing his plump balls and he moaned slightly from the gentleness of
my fingers tickling his hairy crotch.

"Do you still think I am not hot?" he asked mocking me

"I didn't answer that because I didn't know how to do it; my phony comment
was just that; a dumb response to a great question. Of course, he was hot
and everybody watching knew it – especially me holding his balls in my
hand.

He had a hefty soft cock resting on a good size bag filled with juice. I
can't be certain of it being full but he certainly acted like he wanted to
unload its precious cargo. His pubic bush was like a mat that had been
trimmed. He had dark black hair that I could see and feel on his legs. His
warm cock moved around in my hand attracting me like a magnet.  He didn't
have to ask if I liked what I was feeling on; the expression on my face
told it all. I more than liked what I was feeling – I wanted to devour
and own it for as long as I could.  I am driven by confidence.

"Are you sure you want me to do this"? I asked, playing the innocent slut.

"It will be my gift to you, if you want it," he said. "Stop playing dumb,
you want it. Your hand tells me along with the drool on your lip, you want
this cock.

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Then what happened – what happened?" asked Joey Perez who was clinging
to every exciting word of the story, that I was telling some folks at a
local gay bar.

"Ha, I told him to - fuck off." I said, "get lost, you big queer"

"No, you never did, I don't believe that." piped in Lolly, who was a number
one disaster of a cocksucker. His name was Larry, but he liked being called
lollypop for identification, when he cruised the streets looking for
sex. "You never told anybody to "fuck off," not a hungry deep-rooted slut
like you sugar baby. Nope, you never did, unless you were temporarily
insane," he said to me.

"Sugar, give me that man's number. I love gifts." continued Lolly
laughing. "I will swallow that package wrappings and all. Yess, you give me
the invite and I will RSVP on the spot. Don't bother me with who is
watching. I ain't fuckin up a scene like this. Now, all I need is the man,
and girl I am working."

"C'mon Lenny, (a kinky little queen with a big frog in his pants) - dance
with me," dribbled Lolly shaking his ass like a total idiot. In a flash,
they were gone and that was that. "Whew, at lasts a breather." I thought

I was born and raised in North Dakota and after fifty-two years of freezing
my jewels in nasty cold weather, I moved to Texas. It's not that I don't
like North Dakota because I do, especially the summers. It is the harsh
winter that finally got to me; even tho folks learn to cope; it is a great
place and even greater to leave.

Although a guy in his fifties, I was not ready for the heap pile. I love
the folks in Texas. To my way of thinking, they are the friendliest people
anywhere. For a gay man that is definitely a plus. Even in a big city like
Dallas, when you walk down the street, complete strangers say hello to
you. In New York City, for example, if you say hello, you're ignored and
often worse than that.  Yep, I'm all for the "home where the buffalo roam,"

I am not sure what got me started telling that story at the club. It is a
sure way to get a crowd around you providing there is no music drowning out
the words. However, it was getting dirty, so I stopped while I was
ahead. Sometimes one has to keep the dirty stuff, away from the drama
queens he barely knows. It is just common sense, when dealing with back
stabbers, all called Mary.

I finished my one glass of beer and went next door to a rural dinner where
the food was Texas beef and the country music was Willie Nelson. I loved
the look of the place. The best thing about diners is the food.  Breakfast
is tasty hot off the grill with no frills just good coffee, hot cooking and
friendly people.

Several gays from the club would stop at the diner, with their hook up from
the bar, before going home late at night to fuck.  Everybody got along with
no problems or trouble. We had a diner like this back in North Dakota but
like everything else; it closed and went out of business. So much for the
glory times.

I was looking over the menu when somebody sitting next to me spoke.  He was
older and just my type, but that was wishful thinking.

"That was quite a story you were telling next door. Was it true or
something creative that you made up" the stranger asked

"Pretty much a blend of everything. Although not everything is what one
sees on the surface; you should keep your zipper zipped around me," I
replied laughing

"You're amazing and funny as well...keep the zipper zipped – that's a
good one," He said to me

"I agree with you, except for the amazing part. I am really a jerk." I
replied - "My name is Jesse."

"I'm Cody," he said

Cody had grey hair with a lot of black still showing, a mustache, jeans,
boots and a black cowboy hat. With some imagination, he was Sam Elliot,
with a smaller mustache; but of course, he was not. Pretending is
entertaining at any age.

"What do you say we move to a table over there," suggested Cody

"Sure, but why?" I asked

"Damn dude, for more room to spread out." Said Cody

We put back the menus and moved to a small booth overlooking the parking
lot. It was actually a good idea with a bigger table, and more comfortable
than sitting at the counter.

"So what do you think of Texas?" asked Cody

"I love it. Although, it is scorching hot in the summer," I said

"Yep, but that is when you lay around outside. You have to be where there
is air conditioning- something never afforded to the Alamo, including their
leaders, Colonels William Travis, James Bowie, and the legendary
frontiersman Davy Crockett. There was no air-conditioning when they played
together.

"Played," I asked "What the hell, has the Alamo got to do with anything?"

"It's a joke designed to be hot, since they were all real men."

"Yeaaah – okay... So you are not talking about playing checkers?"

"Hardly"

"You are pretty amazing," Cody said to me again

"Nah, I just like to talk"

"Are you all talk or all action?" Cody asked

"Are you coming on to me?" I asked in a friendly way

"Of course, how am I doing?" he asked

"Works for me," I replied "I am all action"

"I know you are, I can tell by the way you talk and by the way you are
looking at me. Does that make me conceded?" Cody asked

"Everyman knows their own value. I don't care if you are conceded or not.
It's not your personality that interest me," I reminded him

"Coffee, gentlemen," asked a waitress wearing a nametag that said `Marge.'
How `bout something to eat?" she asked

"Just coffee for now, maybe later," said Cody, "and make them both black."

"You got it hon," she said and walked away.

"So you don't care about my personality?" continued Cody

"Nope" - I put my hand on Cody's knee. He was exactly my type. I prefer a
well-seasoned dude resembling a Texas cowboy. He looked hot and smelled
perfect to me, with a body that I found intoxicating. Plus, he wore a
fucking great hat.

I brushed my leg against Cody and left it there for a few seconds. I was
good at this maneuver and did not care about shocking anybody. I put my
hand on Cody's lap under the table. I assumed he wouldn't object, and he
didn't.

It was magical when Cody took my hand and placed it between his legs,
covering the swelling between his thighs. "I think this is what you are
looking for," he said closing his legs and trapping my hand on his denim
covered crotch. My hand was on his cock and I felt it twitch. "How cool is
that for beginner's luck?"

"Do you want me to unzip?" he said quietly like it was Mission Impossible."

"Of course not, I am just coping a feel." I replied using my sweetest make
believe smile. I could feel a stiff package right through his clothing and
it hungered me.

"What do you think?" – asked Cody? "Do you have about an hour or so? I
can show you my ranch. It is 15 minutes from here."

"Are you a rancher?" I asked

"Not really, it is a cattle farm, but in Texas, it is called a ranch by
some folks. I run the farm with my two sons. I also have a married daughter
but she lives in Austin.

The more he talked, the warmer I was getting. I started to take my hand
away from his crotch when he grabbed it and placed it back on his swollen
dick.

"So what do you think?" He asked me for the second time. "You can see that
I need you for a little undercover work, if you are interested."

"I think we should get out of here." I replied finding it difficult to
talk. My voice was shaky, my cock swollen and my heart seemed to be
fluttering like a nervous beginner about to be laid for the first time. I
couldn't stop feeling, he was exactly my type. I know I have said that
before, but I'm talking `comfort food' here.

"Works for me." said Cody. "Let's roll," and left some money on the table.

"Why don't you leave your car here, and we can take my truck. I'll bring
you back, no problem there." Said Cody

"Okay"

Cody drove an older Ford pickup truck. It looked like a typical ranger
vehicle that worked well with his personality. He did not make any effort
to start the engine, even tho it was hot in the truck with the windows
down. We sat there like dopes.

Cody sat behind the wheel with his legs spread and his cock choking behind
the beige khaki pants he was wearing. Good Lord, he was flesh on steroids.

You could see the hair on his chest peeking out at his neckline. He was
well proportioned, almost on the thin side, but it was deceiving because I
noticed the solid muscle on him when he moved. It was obvious there was a
lot of heat bubbling in this middle aged man.

Cody squeezed my knee and rubbed the inside of my thigh.

"You are hot Jesse, but I think you already know that." Then he took off
his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. He started the engine to cool
the inside of the truck. "You need a hat, good buddy, you will burn up in
this Texas sun," said Cody

"I know, and I am going to get one. I want a Stetson or what folks call a
cowboy hat."

"Hell, good buddy, we all call `em `cowboy hats' and you've got one now."

He reached behind the seat and picked up an obviously used tan cowboy hat
with a black band. When I say `used' I mean not store bought new, but in
spot-on condition. It was smooth, clean and broke in at the right places
with a stimulating turn up to the brim. It was cool as hell and I loved
it. Any guy would look hot wearing this hat.

Cody plunked it on my head. By the grace of Sam Huston, the hat fit and I
looked cool like a Texan, I really did. I hogged the mirror a little too
long basking in the glory of how good I looked. I was becoming ridiculous
over a hat.

The hat looks relaxed on you Jesse. You are a good looking guy."

"I know and I love this fuckin hat. Thanks."

"And modest too," Cody added laughing slightly "That is yours to keep." He
said to me.

"I can't keep your hat; I will give it back when I leave."

"Nope, it's your hat now. Take care of my cock and it is a fair
exchange. Can you do that for me?" he asked

"Damn straight I can, just find us a private spot and I will suck the shine
off your boots." I exclaimed

"That is the blowjob I am lookin for, gonna hold you to that buddy." He
said

"I overheard you telling that story in the club about putting your hand in
some guy's pants, and I want that guy to be me." He added

Cody started to unzip his pants but stopped. "Fuck, if I do that here, we
will not get to the farm, I will shoot off in the truck. That is not what I
want." Said Cody "I want to put it in your mouth."

"I know, I have some work to do." I said rubbing his husky thigh.

Cody drove down a back road leading onto his property where the barn was
located. It was a cattle road away from the house.

The boys are not here," he said to me. All the cars are gone. We have the
barn to ourselves.

Cody led the way to the back of a hayloft that was secluded. From that
spot, one would know before anyone got there. It was perfect. The only
thing I didn't like was the heat. It was scorching hot in that barn, but I
had to deal with it.

Cody peeled off his shirt then put his hat back onto his head. He leaned
against a post and unzipped his pants. OMG he looked delicious bare
chested. Damn...

"It is yours, man – take it," he said and put my hand on his hairy
crotch.

He was moist, (almost wet) sweaty and warm. His cock was a swollen torpedo
and I was not sure if he was circumcised or uncut. He was so hard that the
head of his cock dripped like honey and he smelled salty, erotic and a bit
like a jock strap.

Cody was, as I imagined; a cowboy gamey with his balls crunched riding all
day on a horse in the Texas sun, keeping his nuts sweating
together. However, he did not ride a horse, like Matt Dillon, but his hairy
ass sat on the seat of his truck with the sun warming his crotch, and that
was just as good, as far as I was concerned.

I started stroking his balls and running my fingers through his moist
crotch hair. I wanted everything and rested my head on his abdomen,
nibbling on his stomach.

"Get your mouth on it Jesse, I need a cock sucker, man," he mumbled
sounding different from the typical dude wanting to get off. He didn't say,
"Suck it, or fuck yeah" he said "I need you" and I liked that.

The words were no sooner mumbled when my lips wrapped around his salty
prick and I gobbled like a slut draining the flavor from his flesh on to my
greedy tongue. Sweat ran down my face burning my eyes, but I stayed with
it.

"Yeee God – that is good," screamed Cody holding the back of my head, so
I could not get away. "Take it – take it," he kept saying repeatedly.

I stood up, tore off my shirt, wiped my eyes, and dropped my pants to the
floor. Cody grabbed my cock and held on to me rubbing the goo from the tip
of my cock onto his finger. My dick was leaking precum like crazy, and I
knew I was going to explode soon, but I could not let that happen. I had
more to lavish on my Texas cowboy.

I could hear his breathing become a little heavier, as he pushed his hips
towards me. Cody had a masculine face that one could easily kiss; but this
was crotch sex with no affection. It wasn't laid out to include kissing,
and I am smart enough to recognize what to do, and what not to do.

I tore my tired eyes away from the packaged bulge in his groin, and looked
up, he grinned broadly, with the dark gray of his eyes filled with a
salacious gleam. I saw the flames of lust and, I shivered with excitement,
knowing this dudes body, with sweat oozing from his chest was lubricant for
my hands; so I went for it.

I rubbed my hands through his bush, down his legs and over his ass. I
licked, slurped and breathed in his fantastic flavor. I would suck him,
just to have the taste of him in my mouth. It was strange as hell, how he
affected me.

If you have ever been in a hayloft on a blistering hot day, it can drain
the moisture from your body in no time. This was one of those days. As hard
as I tried, the discomfort was ruining the scene and I was losing interest
but struggled not to do so.  It was tough and truthfully, I was about to
give up...

"It's too fuckin hot in the barn, c'mon," said Cody. "We are going to the
house and get out of this heat." He pulled up his pants and headed for the
outside air.

Believe me, I was right behind him walking fast towards the open doors.
Outside was hot also, but more breathable. I can understand why the cattle
are not inside the barn during the day.  For sure – this was not North
Dakota.

"I didn't want to complain but I was about to trade it all for a North
Dakota snowstorm. Putting that aside, it was better in the house. It was
much cooler with air conditioning.

"Suppose your son comes home." I said

"Don't worry about it. You will have sucked me off long before that
happens."

"I'm definitely a fan of this idea," I said to him. "When did you get off
last?" I asked

"Shit man, it's been awhile, will you take it in your mouth," He asked "It
could be a lot."

"Hell yes, if I am going to suck it out, I am not spitting it in a towel.
I want it for the lunch I didn't get at the diner," I said smirking

"You're a pig Jesse – suck my balls – let's do this thing right," he
said with renewed interest. "Hold off a second, we can use something to
drink."

Cody grabbed two bottles of cold water and went straight to a front room
overlooking the driveway. From the window, one could see a car come down
the road toward the house.

Cody took back off his clothes and leaned naked against the wall, sipping
on a bottle of water. "Now, "Where were we?". He said

"I was licking the sweat off your crotch, about to deep throat your cock" I
replied

Cody placed my hand on his cock. "Give me a North Dakota mouth job. Jesus,
but I love a good blowjob,"

Cody's cock sprang bouncing like a springboard in front of my gaping
mouth. His cock was as hard as steel and I could sense the syrup churning
in his plump sack filled with man juice. Hell yes, this was the way to do
it.

I was licking his balls, when he forced his cock into my mouth.  "Eat the
meat Jesse, I am a mouth man. I want you to drain my nuts. Suck it out of
me dude."

"Jesus, yes," I groaned passionately, almost inaudibly. Saliva flowed
filling my mouth sucking his cock the best I could. Pushing my head into
his crotch and with his cock in my mouth, I was off and running. Fuck, but
he tasted so good – so good. Damn what a great day I was having.

I was swallowing dick and masturbating Cody with my lips and tongue. Spit
served as a lubricant and his cock was siding in and out of my mouth like
slipping on oil in a greasy pit. I remember him calling me a pig and it
pleased me because I was munching in a trough and loving every nasty moment
of it. Slurp...

Cody loudly moaned, "Yeah, dude, I need you - suck it, drain that cock." he
placed both hands on the back my head locking his fingers and shoved his
cock into my mouth jamming it into my throat. When he heard me gagging, he
withdrew a little before slowly penetrating again in even thrusts. He liked
being in charge and it was fine with me. I'm not fond of chocking, but work
is work.

I have managed a lot of cock in my mouth, so I could do this perfectly.  He
worked himself to an explosive climax, with the honey in his nuts rising to
a volcanic eruption. I had to be in control and take it all. That was our
deal, and I was not about to fuck it up. The intensity of his thrusts
increased, and I felt the hardening of his cock just as it gushed thick
streams of the sticky glue that feeds my soul, shoot into my mouth. Shot
after shot exploded from his pulsing cock onto my waiting tongue. Bolts of
stringy fire gushed from his loins emptying his balls as I drank the elixir
of life from Cody's slowly wilting cock.

He held my face buried in his groin for several minutes as the serenity of
fulfillment slowly faded. Swallowing Cody's thick cream covered just about
everything I was looking for.  The best thought I had, was the
gratification of satisfying a Texas stud. To me, he was great, and that is
what mattered.

He was still holding me close, when I heard him say, "That's it Jesse, I
will take you back to get your car now."  Just like that – it was over.

"Yeah – good," I replied - My sensational time with Cody left me feeling
like a piano player in a Texas whorehouse. I played the right tune hitting
the best cords. However, my claim to fame believes that you should always
want something and like a dark horse – I got it.

When I got back to my car, I was wearing a well-earned cowboy hat. I looked
fuckin great in that hat and I sucked off a wild rancher to keep it. I
never expected a thing like this to happen and maybe I don't even deserve
it – but it did happen and I'll take it.

I was born a certain way; to do certain things; it is just not that
complicated.

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