The following is a work of fiction which contains consensual sexual acts between adult males. If you are offended by this, or if it is illegal where you are please do not read any further. All copyrights are held by the author. Please to not duplicate, print, distribute or re-submit this story without permission from the author.

 

 

Maple Ridge

by Jacob Adams (writerjake@gmail.com)

 

This is my first attempt at writing in a few years and it is different from anything else I have ever posted.

 

 

As I took a swig of my cold beer, I couldn't help but reflect on my relationship with my older brother. We weren't too close growing up, it always seemed like we were heading down different roads. But as we've gotten older, we've grown tighter, bonding over shared experiences and a newfound respect for each other. And now, here we were, Hank, his wife Emily, and me all sitting together at this dive bar in our hometown, catching up on life.

 

This bar was dimly lit and smoky, with the smell of whiskey and beer hanging in the air. Country music blared from the jukebox in the corner, trying to compete with the sound of glasses clinking and laughter from the regulars. The walls were covered with deer antlers and hunting trophies, and you could hear the sound of balls cracking on the pool table in the background. It's a typical southern dive bar, with its own unique charm and character. Although I don't exactly fit in with the straight, macho crowd, I'm here with my family and that's all that matters.

 

It was late fall, and I was in town for a championship football game my nephew was playing in. As we were catching up, my brother introduced me to Mason, Emily's son-in-law. He greeted us and took a seat at the table, grabbing a beer from the bartender.

 

Mason was in his mid-twenties, with a medium build and a scruffy, unkempt beard that exuded a rugged, blue-collar aura. He was dressed in a faded t-shirt and well-worn jeans, and finished with a tattered baseball cap that concealed his light brown locks, giving him a rough and tumble look. Despite this tough exterior, his eyes were warm and inviting, with a glint of mischievousness in them, which softened his overall appearance. Despite the rough exterior, I am drawn to rugged types, and I am instantly attracted to Mason.

 

But it wasn't long before it became obvious that Emily wasn't happy to see Mason. She felt that he should be home with her pregnant daughter and their kids, instead of out drinking and playing pool. Mason snapped back, saying that he worked full-time and provided for his family, and he deserved some time to unwind. Despite her scolding, Mason didn't seem too bothered and kept joking and talking with us, especially with me. I can't help but notice that he seemed overly friendly.

 

I excused myself from the table and made a joke about how "you don't buy beer, you rent it." The men's room was an old and creaky addition to the bar, with a couple of stalls and a single trough for men to use instead of urinals. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Mason following me. We stand side by side, keeping with the traditional restroom etiquette of not making eye contact or engaging in conversation. Instead, we're looking forward to the typical wall decor of pictures of barely-clad women. Despite Mason's earlier overly friendly demeanor, there's now an awkward silence between us as we each take care of our business.

 

"I thought you were gay," Mason broke the silence.

 

"I thought you were straight," I quipped back, not sure of the reason for his comment.

 

"I like to experience all flavors." He responded. The sound of urine hitting the trough stopped and I could tell he was shaking in my peripheral vision, but he didn't put it away. "I figured you would have been checking me out."

 

I wasn't sure if this was a trap, and he was looking for a way to pick a fight. Even though I didn't feel I acted the part especially in my small southern hometown it was general knowledge I was gay. I was ready to defend myself if need be.

 

"Nice dick," he said as I was shaking. I was able to get a quick peek in as he was putting it away and I would say I was impressed. My brother's stepdaughter or whatever the relationship was is lucky to be getting that. I let him leave and gave it thirty seconds before I left myself pondering what just happened.

 

We both returned to the table and had light conversation as a group, he gave no indication of what just happened.

 

"You play darts?" Mason asked, motioning towards the empty dartboard.

 

"Well, I wouldn't say I'm a pro or anything," I said with a sly smile.

 

"Are you up for a game?" Mason asked.

 

"Sure," I replied as I followed him over to the dartboard.

 

Mason put a dollar in the electronic machine and grabbed the darts, handing me mine. He stepped into position and took the first shot, but it was only one even close to the bullseye.

 

I chuckled audibly at his poor score. "Alrighty then, show me what you've got!" I said as I stepped up to the line.

 

I took a deep breath, focused my aim, and took my first shot, hitting just to the left of the bullseye. The next two shots were not as close, but better than any of Mason's shots.

 

"Cheater!" Mason joked as he stepped up for his second round. He did better than the first round but still not as good as I did.

 

"Watch and learn, my friend," I said as I stepped up for my turn again, hitting the bullseye with my second dart.

 

"Impressive," Mason said as he started his third round.

 

When it was my turn again, Mason moved closer and whispered in my ear, "Do you fuck as well as you play darts?" This caused me to lose concentration and completely miss the board.

 

"Better," I replied as we continued playing.

 

"I'd like to find out," Mason said when the game was over, and we headed back to the table.

 

"Where are you staying?" Mason asked.

 

"The Marriott out on Route 90," I replied. "Room 220. Bring protection."

 

We stayed at the table with Hank and Emily for another beer before Mason announced that he was leaving. Emily expressed her approval, assuming that he was headed home. Hank, Emily, and I finished our beers and made plans for a family cookout the next day. They left together first. Before I left, I made a quick trip to the bathroom and refreshed myself with a spritz of fragrance. I noticed the newer truck in the hotel parking lot and saw the movement following me as I made my way to the entrance. I took the steps to the second floor since my room was just off the stairwell and he followed. Not soon enough I pulled my card key and tapped the lock. Not one word was spoken as we got to business.

 

He pulled me in for a kiss which surprised me. I've been with my share of supposedly straight men and kissing is usually off limits. We were roughly the same height and easily looked into each other's eyes. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. "Nice," he whispered with an approving inspection. I first took off his ball cap, took a sniff then tossed it aside. I quickly grabbed the belt buckle and began unwrapping my present. I lowered his jeans to expose the nice bulge in his boxers that was already showing signs of life. I knelt down and took a whiff of his manly aroma then opened my mouth and put it on the fabric. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "Show me what you got."

 

"You ain't seen nothing yet big boy." I said then lowered the jeans and allowed his half hard manhood to drop out. "Nice!" I repeated his words. It was beautiful, soft I'm guessing about eight and a half inches and being a bit of a grower, it had probably gained an inch since we started. It was perfectly proportioned girth to length with an uncut head that was already leaking copious amounts of precum. The foreskin slowly retracted to expose his tender head. I didn't know if he was a closeted gay, bi or what, but I planned to give him the time of his life.

 

I put my nose on his shaft at the base so that I was buried in his nest then ran it along the shaft until I got to the tip. I then ran my tongue in circles around the bulbous head, so I could lick the delicious drops of precum. The way he flinched let me know it was sensitive, but his moan immediately afterwards let me know he enjoyed it and wanted me to continue. I just hate that I didn't get to him sooner. I would have loved to nibble on the foreskin before it retracted. When I realized he was hardening at a faster rate I put my left hand round the base and grabbed on while letting my right hand grab his low hanging balls and gently tug. Once he got to what I believe was full hardness I opened my mouth ever so slightly and took more of the tip in, gradually lowering my jaw to stay teeth free yet my lips tight around the organ. I stopped when my lips reached my hand that was still gripping from the base up.

 

He filled my mouth, yet I was still to give some tongue action moving back and forth along the bottom side while I let my hands squeeze the shaft tighter and let the other hand slowly massage his ball sack. I let this go on for a short while then both hands released, and I then grabbed his hips to steady myself the pulled him far enough that the tip rested on the back of my throat. I took a deep breath and slowly moved into position while continuing the tongue action then let the whole engorged rod slide down my eager throat. He gasped and gently put his hands on the side of my head. He wasn't pushing me or holding me, more of a reassuring `this feels great' kind of touch. He didn't need to hold me; I knew what I was doing and wanted to be there. When I got to the point where I needed to clear my airway, I backed back off all the way until just the tip was inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue again around the tip and through the piss slit and as expected he was pumping out loads of lubricating pre-cum. Mentally, I prepared myself for what I was sure he wanted to do. But in the meantime, I was going to enjoy feasting on the wonderful piece of man meat. I took another breath and dove all the way down, no stopping halfway this time. Another gasp followed by a moan was all I needed to know I was taking care of this country stud.

 

After the fourth dip he said, "uh oh" and grabbed my head and pulled me off while also slightly backing up.

 

I was still eye level with his junk and just looked up.

 

"I am so not ready to get off yet" he grinned.

 

He then sat at the edge of the bed and while keeping eye contact slowly and dramatically removed his Ariat boots. They were stylishly worn and impeccably clean. Like he wore them out for show and have probably never seen any of the hard work they were designed for. He placed his boots side by side, with the toes facing inward, under the bed. He then removed his brilliantly white socks, a testament to the attention given to laundry care in his household. Taking care, he held both socks together at the top and tenderly laid them across the boots. He then stood and let the jeans fall to his feet. I thought it interesting how clean his socks and boots were yet his jeans were well worn. I guess it is just his style, I like it! He stepped out of the jeans and I half expected him to pick them up and gently fold them. But instead he used hit foot to gently slide them under the bed and next to the boots.

 

I stepped back to take in his naked beauty. This was a man who knew how to take care of his body. Other than the slight beer belly he was perfect, and even the belly was perfect in that it complimented his overall rugged vibe. Especially since I was getting the impression he may not be as authentically rugged as he let on to be. His upper body was well-toned, showcasing the result of his dedicated workout routine and attention to fitness. With a well-defined chest, broad shoulders, and strong arms, it was evident that he takes great pride in his physical condition without being overly muscular. His legs were just as impressive as his upper body, with toned muscles and a confident stance. He had a nice dusting of light brown hair between his pecs, just enough to accentuate the muscles. Just below a thin trail started that led down his abdomen and just below his navel widened to meet up with his natural pubic bush. I licked my lips.

 

"It's not fair I'm the only one nekkid." he said with a mischievous grin. He pulled me in for another kiss this time he slipped in some tongue and reached down and grabbed my semi-hard cock through the denim. I moaned then began rubbing, massaging through the cloth. If he hadn't already checked me out in the restroom at Molly's I would have thought he was trying to size me up. He smiled, leaned in and I thought I was going to say something but instead began nibbling on my ear. I will admit that is one of my most sensitive erotic spots that will drive me insane, and he found it almost immediately. The fact that he was still groping me caused my knees to weaken, and I momentarily lost my balance, collapsing into his strong arms. He smiled, almost laughed as he helped me regain my composure only to turn me around and have me lay on the bed.

 

He removed my Nikes one by one but not with the sensuous care he did with his boots. He slipped them and my sweaty socks off and made sure to put one sock in each shoe and set them aside. He didn't exactly toss them but was not as gentle and caring as he was with his boots. He then stood there and appeared to be giving me an approval once over before he carefully unbuckled my jeans and slipped them and my briefs off at once. He tossed them aside and once again looked me over, this time licking his lip. I just lay there looking at him not knowing the next move. After a few seconds I was getting uncomfortable and instinctively slightly spread my legs, he took that as an invitation to dive in. He used his strong arms to spread my hairy legs and went straight to my perineum, nibbling on the loose skin between my balls and my ass then began rubbing his tongue up and down that sensitive spot. While still licking he buried his nose in my sack, right between the balls. Have I told you, my balls are more sensitive than my ears? I let my head fall back and let out a massive moan of appreciation. He then began nibbling on my ball sack every go gently at first then slowly picked up the aggression until he was practically biting them driving me wild. He spent several minutes alternating between nibbling and licking then took first my right ball, then left into his mouth and switched his tongue around. He had already let go of my legs and I was in an uncomfortable position so let them relax, my right leg on the bed but let my left gently land on his back going over his shoulder. He left his left arm to reach up and slowly move his hand back and forth along my leg then all at once grabbed both again and spread them wide and slowly lifted to have a clear shot at my rear hole.

 

"Here it goes," I thought. I've had my share of supposed straight boys and knew the routine. They usually want a blow job, they may jack you off, and they love to fuck. I guess it makes them feel dominant or something. `He did bring in a Walgreens bag that I guess has his lube and condom so may as well let him.

 

I felt an instant tingling as soon as his tongue went in me. Then again then again when he began to swirl. He curled his tongue and quickly darted in and out expertly eating my ass. I felt my sphincter muscles instinctively contracting and opening and took advantage to probe as far as he could. No doubt that he was an expert at eating ass.

 

He squeezed and the base pushing the balls out then went back and forth sucking each one in.

He then licked my balls and up my shaft imitating my technique of running his tongue around the tip and under the foreskin where he could.

 

He also mimicked taking my shaft in his mount to the point where I could feel the back of his throat. I thought he was about to gag then realized he was just taking a huge breath before he dove down. He then began sucking like a pro going all the way down then putting his right hand around as he went back up and giving a slight stroke before diving all the way down. The next time he ran his tongue along the shaft then pulled out long enough to run it through my piss slit. After that he got into a rhythm. His lips were tight and he was careful with the teeth. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the ride thinking of the stud I was sharing the bed with.

 

He noticed when my breathing and pulse rates increased and let go, "I don't think so, "he almost scolded. "You're not getting off yet."

 

He then licked up my dark brown treasure trail stopping at my navel where he put his tongue in and gently moved back and forth.

 

He then moved his tongue up my hard abdomen. I was just shy of a six pack and could probably have one with a few more crunches and a couple less beers each week.

 

I have a generous amount of chest hair starting just below the sternum up to the base of my neck and spread out to just past my nips with it being the thickest in the center. Hestopped and just kissed right in the center, then took each nip and sucked on it. He went from being a wild man sucking my dick to being sensual with the attention he was giving my nips.

 

He then went back to my ear and slowly moved into position ready to sit on me.

 

"This is all good and all, "he said, "but what I really need is to get fucked."

 

"Really?" I said surprised, "I figured I was the one who was going to get fucked."

 

He moved to the other ear. "I can fuck all I want, hell, when the old lady ain't knocked up I can fuck a couple dudes then go home and give it to her."

 

Did I just hear that right?

 

"But what I really want tonight is to have this big dick impaling me." He reached back and gave mine a big tug. "Do you think you're up for that?"

 

"Oh, hell yes!" I said without thinking, then added, "I'm going to fuck your redneck ass like it's never been fucked before."

 

"Promises," he then planted his lips on mine and even though he had positioned his ass pretty much above my cock he was just teasing and hopped off the bed and retrieved his Walgreens bag. He took out a bottle of Astroglide and a few condoms. He got a sly grin as he showed me a couple and said, "I didn't know your preference, so I got an assortment." He tossed all but two aside and continued "I already knew I needed the XL"

 

I smiled back and spread my legs inviting this hot redneck in. He seductively ripped open the package while licking his lip and not breaking eye contact. He tossed the package aside then slid back on the bed with his legs off to the side positioning himself just below my crotch on his side. He kept eye contact while he grabbed my stiff rod, squeezed it then jacked a couple times. He took just the tip back into his mouth and inserted a couple fingers into my rear. But expected but I wasn't going to complain either. At this point I was along for the ride. I had no idea what was going to happen, and I didn't care. I was completely letting Mason do the driving.

 

I moaned and instinctively lifted my legs. He smirked and said "Relax dude, you're still gonna fuck me. I just want to make sure you're good and ready."

 

"I am so ready," I responded, relaxing a bit. After a few i realized he was looking at me smiling. "What?" I asked.

 

"I heard you were a wild one?" he smirked. "I'm still trying to decide how I want you to take me."

 

"Heard from who?" I asked. I couldn't think of anyone in my home town who I may have been with. True, I knew or was related to a big part of Maple Ridge. But I also didn't come out of the closet until I was in college and have never cruised in Maple Ridge.

 

"That's not important," he said as he carefully put the prophylactic over the tip of my cock then slowly rolled it down the shaft. He then squeezed a few drops of the lube at the tip then expertly spread it, He then moved into position next to me, slightly turning away. Enough to give me access but still could turn his head for a kiss.

 

"Your turn, he said.

 

I didn't need a further invitation. I rolled over just slightly, and he rolled back practically on target. I began to teasingly move up and down knowing I would be close to his hole without actually going in. I was able to lean in and attack his exposed neck, not getting as rough as I would have liked knowing he was going home to his wife. He relaxed, lowering his head giving me better access to his neck and his ear. I put my left arm around him and let the palm of my hand land in the center of his chest. I gently ran my fingers through his chest hair then moved my hand down his torso with just the fingertips touching. I grabbed his half hard cock. A couple strokes and it was back to full attention. He pushed back against me and moaned. I released him and was able to reach the bottle of lube then put a generous amount on myself as well as my fingers. I inserted 2 at once in him, cursing him to squirm.

 

"That's just my fingers Stud," I whispered right in his ear, "if you can't handle that, what makes you think you can handle my 9" rod?"

 

"I know I can," he replied confidently. "Give it to me."

 

I wiggled my fingers and pressed them in all the way and massaged his prostate and made sure I got as much movement in as possible. The way he moved and moaned let me know that he was loving it. I wanted to pull my fingers out and insert something else but decided on a dramatic wait teasing him with my fingers.

 

When I was finally ready, I removed my fingers and even though I was still hard giving myself a couple wanks for good measure then glided into position with the tip right at his entrance. I held it there and used my hand to guide it in circles just outside the hole a couple times. I debated on how I wanted to do this. Normally I would go slow to let him get used to it but my gut instinct said he would like it rough so I followed that instinct and shoved it in causing him to flinch. I went about halfway and stopped then started nibbling at his ear lobe again. He moaned loudly and pressed himself back forcing more in. I obliged by pressing until my bush rested against his hairy ass.

 

"Oh, hell yeah!" He practically yelled.

 

I put my hand back on his chest and bit on his neck pulling him in tight as I pulled out then pressed in hard giving him the whole thing. He gasped. I had a feeling he was no longer in control.

 

"You like that?" I asked. "You needed a big cock up your ass, didn't you?"

 

"Oh yes!" HE cried. I NEED it."

 

"How bad do you need it?" I asked as I slowly pulled almost out.

 

"Stop teasing and just fuck me." He demanded.

 

I obliged and bit down on his neck and slammed the hard throbbing coach all the way in. I love it the way a guy squirms when I do that. A lot of time is because they thought they could take it and found out they couldn't. But I could tell Mason was loving it. I built up a good steady rhythm and built up a sweat giving myself a good core workout. I let my left hand move to his cock and found that it was rock hard, this straight... um bi guy really was enjoying getting his ass pounded. I felt myself getting close and slowed down my motion. I pushed all the way in and held then started slowly stroking his manmeat. He tried to push my hand away, but I wouldn't let him and instead squeezed tighter and stroked harder. When I could feel his breathing pick up I stopped and help position then started fucking again. Every time I went in, I stroked his cock and bit onto his neck. Pretty soon I was back up to a good rhythm both fucking and jacking. He was moaning so loud at this point that I don't know how anyone didn't hear, he was loving it. When I felt we were both getting close again I once again stopped.

 

"You're going to make this last forever, aren't you?" He asked.

 

"I can hold out if you can. I'm enjoying this." At that moment I pushed all the way in and felt him flinch.

 

"Dude I'm enjoying this too, but I NEED to shoot." he pleaded.

 

"Oh yeah?" I pushed in again and began stroking. "The question is, how do you want to get off?" When he didn't respond I continued. Do you want to shoot your load up my ass or down my throat?" I was willing to do either.

 

"I want to shoot all over my chest with your strong fist around it," he volunteered.

 

"And how do you want me to get off? Do you want me to pull out so you can see it shoot all over you?"

 

"No!" He demanded. "I want you to cum in me. I want to feel your massive cock throbbing as it releases its load."

 

"You got it," I said and began pumping in earnest, harder than I had so far building up speed and rhythm both fucking and stroking causing him to start yelling "Yes!"

 

I was nibbling on his ear when I felt the pressure building up. As much as I wanted to hold it off, I also wanted to feel the pleasure of massive orgasm. I gasped and pushed all the way in as it hit. That euphoric high of an orgasm cannot be matched. I felt my love muscle pumping my baby making seed into the rubber that I'm sure was constraining to hold it back. That was all it took, and I felt his cock in my fist also began pumping and felt some hit the side of my face as I continued on his ear. When both our breathing started to come back down, I ran my hand up and down his torso picking up as much of his seed as I could then took it first to my hand and licked then presented it to him. He eagerly licked up his own cum. He then used his elbow to push me off of him pulling my dick out. If I had not expected things that had happened so far that evening, I was definitely not prepared for what happened next. He carefully removed the condom from me making sure he did not lose a drop. Then he arched back, leaned his head back and poured the entire contents into his own mouth. He gulped as it went down then licked his lips. His smile let me know he enjoyed it.

 

He then lay back down to face me and plants a kiss on my lips letting me enjoy some of the last remnants of my load.

 

"You've done that before," I said it wasn't a question.

 

"Think so?" He replied with a smiling tone.

 

"I know so," I said, emphasizing the word "know." "No straight guy enjoys getting fucked that much unless you've done it a time or three."

 

"Hey, I told you I was bi."

 

"No, you said you like to experience all favors, and that is a bit ambiguous."

 

He laughed. "What can I say, I've known I've liked dick from the first time I saw one. You were raised in this town so you know what it's like."

 

"Why do you think I left?" I agreed.

 

"And I, like many others, chose to settle in Maple Ridge. Find a girl, get married, have kids, get a good job to support the family, but also sneak in a bit of what we really want on the side." Mason volunteered.

 

"How?" I was shocked.

 

"There are now ten of us in our group, we have discovered each other over the years. Most are in their 30s, but we range in age from 18 to 52. All except the 18 year old are married. We call ourselves Tentacle, a simple word we can occasionally use in mixed company."

 

"As in you want to get your tentacles all over each other?" I asked.

 

"Exactly!" he laughed, "That was Nathan's idea."

 

"Wait a minute, Nathan Green?" I asked, as there weren't many Nathan's in Maple Ridge, making it easy to narrow down.

 

"I've said too much already," Mason replied with a scared look on his face. However, his words had piqued my curiosity and I was eager to know more about this secret society.

With a little more prodding I was able to get it out of him. "OK OK, there are ten of us total at this time. We all found out about each other one way or another. We hook up, either individually or as groups. The theory is, at least one other is alway horny and ready to go. There are no strings attached, no feelings, no commitments. Just sex."

 

"That's amazing." I said in disbelief. Anyone else I know in you little club? Other than Nathan?"

 

"I've said too much. Rule number one of Tentacle is we're not supposed to talk about it to outsiders. If you're in the group and find another dude who likes to mess around you're welcome to, but we discuss it as a group before bringing someone else in."

 

"So, you're not going to out anyone else?" I asked.

"Sorry," Mason apologized. "But I will tell you that two of the guys in the group were at Molly's earlier, and they are both jealous."

 

"Really?" I tried to picture who was all in the bar, but I couldn't immediately think of who it could be. I gave him a pleading look, indicating that I wanted to know more, but he just smiled.

 

"But what I can do is tell the others you're interested in hookups, and they will reach out to you, you're still in town a few days aren't you?"

 

"Yeah, through next Saturday,"

 

"Then you never know what will happen in a week's time." He gave me a sly look. "And if I'm lucky I'll get a piece of this at least one more time."

 

Not long after that he dressed and said he needed to get home to his wife and that he had a shift that started at 6:00 AM. He gave me one last kiss and a quick tug of my dick before sneaking out.

 

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Is this the end? I'm not sure. Do you want to see more? If so, be sure to drop me an email at writerjake@gmail.com.

 

First of all, I apologize for any spelling, grammatical or other errors. I have lost contact with all the proofreaders I used in the past and decided to wing this one on my own. When I first started putting this together, I really did not know where it was headed. I thought it was going to be a quick one and done. But the wheel in my mind started turning, and I do have ideas for a couple more chapters that were hinted at in this story. If I get enough of a response, I may have to continue.

 

It has been a few years since I posted anything on Nifty. If you would like to check out my older stories, "Welcome to the Family" is posted in the Beginnings section. It is the story of popular frat boy Damon who needs to play it straight while in school, including taking a girlfriend, and ex-Marine country boy Jeff. The two meet and then discover an interesting connection. There are two book in that saga in that folder and a much awaited sequel is currently in the works.

 

Then there is "Grocery Story Tales" in the Encounters section. This is the story of seventeen-year-old Jason who, you guessed it, works in a grocery store. It follows him as he discovers his own sexuality and comes into his own. Sometimes he makes good decisions, and sometimes he doesn't.

 

To contact me, use the email address on this document: writerjake@gmail.com. The old email posted with the old stories does not work.