Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2021 06:44:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Mark Sherwood Subject: Pumpkin Pie and Carrot Cake Part 1 "Pumpkin Pie and Carrot Cake" By sherwoodm94@yahoo.com **************************** Without Nifty, hours of writing would go nowhere. Please consider a tax-exempt contribution of your choice to the Nifty Fund. It's a dime well spent – thank you. https://donate.nifty.org/ *************************** The strangest things can bring people together. Danny was not sure what the future held but after having Jack as a mentor, he did not much care. He was fixated on cock with a disappointed past. It is not that things were ever bad; in fact, they were exciting and new for a timid country boy. He seldom got what he wanted. However, that was then and now he was a man, and knew what pleased him – it was cock. In Danny's view, he thought about his life as a confession. The silly years are behind and what a perfect place for them to be. Each day is not about Danny the kid, any longer. Instead, it is about "Dan" the man with a hefty cock turning him into a hunter, forever searching for flesh, cock and cum. Now it was a different time like no other. Dan went from Ohio to Colorado, where things were unusual, because they were new to him. Living in Colorado turned into bright afternoons, evenings and holidays. The times were wonderful because sex ruled Dan's life, and the hunt was on. Dan walked slowly over Cadbury Avenue in Denver, on his way home to the rented three-room apartment that he called home. "Hey man – what's appening," said a wiry black man leaning against a doorway to a rambled old building? He was not a teen ager just built and sexy looking. Dan did not respond but stopped walking. He never passed up an opportunity to talk to a man. "Are you talking to me?" he asked "I don't see anybody else worth talkin too," replied the stranger "Well I'll tell yuh `man' I am walkin and lookin – that is what's happening." Replied Dan who by now, had stopped calling himself - Danny' "That's cool" "If you say so," commented Dan "Can I help you find something? My name is Charles – but you can call me `Cheek" said the stranger who by now wasn't so strange – just forward. "Nope, I do my own looking." Said Dan "Do you want black or white or maybe you just ain't fussy?" said Cheek "I don't want anything, what the hell is that supposed to mean – black or white?" asked Dan fully intrigued by the way Cheek was talking, but pretended otherwise. He mumbled a few more words, but they were not audible and walked away. "Damn, he was "exact" thought Dan – exactly my type" However he kept walking and did not look back. He continued to the next block and went into a small restaurant for coffee and a place to sit and think. His dick was twitching from lack of attention and he wanted to sit down and maybe rub it for a few minutes. That chocolate splendor got him frustrated like a whore in heat. He plunked himself down in a back booth that overlooked the street. Actually all the booths in a row overlooked the street; but his one was more private. He order coffee and pumpkin pie with whipped cream and in his solitude, he began to think. Next to sucking cock or sweating over a live corpse, thinking was what Dan did best. "Do you wanna tell me about it, said Cheek, the sexy black dude from the streets. He had followed Dan into the coffee shop. Without asking, he sat down opposite Dan and smiled. He laid his head in both hands, with elbows on the table and kept smiling. "Well?" Cheek mumbled. "There isn't any "well" to talk about." Replied Dan "You're a cool mutherfucker, and there is a story here someplace," said Cheek. "Let's talk, we ain't got nothing else to do, he continued "Are you following me?" "Why would I wanna be following your dumb ass, Hell, you ain't even friendly. Maybe you are a racist" "And maybe you are as dumb as you look. Stop with the racist shit. I have never gone down that road and you shouldn't either." Replied Dan disturbed hearing that word. "Sorry" said Cheek that was a low blow. The world is fucked up and I don't know what you are." "Me too," replied Dan, "sorry" - you are not dumb looking." They shook hands across the table and it felt nice – really nice. Cheek ordered coffee and a slice of carrot cake. They both leaned back in the booth and stared at one another. "Damn, you are cool," said Cheek "I was thinking the same thing, only `hot' is what I'm looking at," said Dan "Yessss you are nasty. Now that we got the gay shit out of the way let's start over. My name is Charles but my friends call me Cheek" "I'm Dan and my friends call me hungry." Replied Dan starting to giggle "I hear that" "I'm joking with you." Said Dan "Hell you are, I know a `hungry' bro, when I sees it." Said Cheek – gimme a taste of that pie" he mumbled sticking a fork into the slice of pumpkin. Want some cake?" he asked "You know I do," replied Dan The forks were going back and forth across the table and they were eating from each other's plate. It was beautiful So you wanna tell me about yourself as long as we are talking?" asked Cheek. Where are you from and when did you come out as a gay cougar?" "The story is boring and I am hardly a cougar – Maybe an alligator would be a better word. "Damn, I love a dude who can swallow," said Cheek "that is what alligators do, they swallow but they also bit and chew." "Cool" said Dan "I don't bite, I just lubricate and swallow like a water slide" "Cool hell' - that is what I call hot" replied Cheek becoming friendlier. "What you waitin for – tell me a story and if it gets too boring, I'll stop you and we can talk about something else. I love white trash stories. I ain't sayin you are trash, I just talk that way. Fair enough," agreed Dan and began to tell his story about growing up in an age of innocence that turned slutty. We lived in Hollyville Center Ohio, on a non-working farm two miles from the nearest neighbor. It was hardly downtown Cleveland. I was rather dumb but never realized it until now. Constantly told what to do is not unique for a young boy. I was the oldest of four siblings and got babysitting to do watching kids, while my parents went to town shopping, and God knows where else. I do not mean to complain but I was thirteen living a controlled existence; at least that is what I called it. I only know that I was not very happy. However, time took care of that. Just look at me now." "A-huh, oh yeah, I am lookin," interjected Cheek I would pretend I was Cinderella hoping that someday my prince would come and carry me away. I used a chenille bedspread wrapped around me like a ball gown. I was a dumb ass little sissy trying to be Cinderella. How crazy is that? Cheek took a sip of coffee and licked a speck of frosting from his finger. "I used to play Black Little Red Riding Hood; if you want to hear something dumb. I like the color red and the Wolf was hot movin with that big old sloppy wet mouth and that hairy hole – I mean hairy tail." exclaimed Cheek making lite of the story. "Go on," he said "Okay" - it was the end of the week and that meant a trip into town to do grocery shopping. My job every Saturday morning was watching the kids so my dad could drive mom into town. "Why would this be any different?" – "It wouldn't." We were all playing outside when I heard a car on the gravel drive and said; "Their home, everybody up!" I picked up the two youngest from the sandbox and headed for the back door. I always helped carry in the groceries and mom put everything away. However, it was not my parents returning. This car was a long shiny convertible with Clyde, the town barber. Clyde was a friend of my dad and I recognized him immediately. He reminded folks of Floyd, the bumbling barber from Mayberry. "What is Mayberry? Cheek asked – "Never mind, what happened next?" With him was his son John. He was a senior in high school and older than I was. John, who used the name Jack, was popular, played sports and a champion swimmer on the school swimming team. Jack's dad walked up to me smiling and waving. Sometimes I thought of him as being a little jerky, but I was too young to say that about older folks. "So Floyd was a jerk and a pervert, huh?" said Cheek "No, not a pervert; he was cool, just a little strange acting." "A-huh, I hear that." Anyway, he introduced Jack stressing the name Jack. I was 13 (almost fourteen) in middle school and Jack was eighteen a senior in high school. Jack was not delicate; he had powerful built legs cuffed with hairy fur that was darker than on his head. It is funny the things you remember about people. "Where is this story going?" interjected Cheek "I told you it was boring." "That I got, but keep talking. You have pretty teeth and a cool mouth. You talk and I'll watch." Replied Cheek "You are supposed to listen – not watch my mouth." Said Dan "I'm doing both." "Jackass" mumbled Dan unclear so Cheek couldn't hear him Okay - My father invited Jack to come out to the farm so I could show him the streams where he could find rocks. Jack told me that he was into 'trilobites' and other fossils. To me a rock is a rock and it seemed rather dumb. Jack had his right hand sticking out in front of me, with a big grin. I grabbed it and started pumping up and down. I felt like a jerk, but I kept pumping. He stopped me in mid pump. I guess I was overdoing it. I realized I was being a goof and dropped my hand... I had no idea how to act. Friends I had ranked from zero to none. His Father, Clyde, had been talking the whole time, but I missed it all. My concentration was completely on Jack's slim trim body... "So what do you think? Interested?" Clyde said to me. "In what?" - After a short pause, I replied, "Yeah, why not – sure, whatever you say is fine with me!" I mumbled struggling to act like an adult. Clyde said, "Okay, I'll leave you two to get acquainted and be back about 4:30 okay?" "Sure, okay." I replied, and then we all went inside. Jack sat at the end of the sofa. Picking up the baby, I went to the middle of the sofa, making my sister scoot over. "C'mon, move. There is room for everybody," I told her, A brief skirmish and Jack grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. Then he put his hand on my thigh and left it there. My heart began racing and my cock, even at thirteen, moved like a cucumber. I was a chicken waiting for a hawk to carry me away... "See? There's plenty of room," he said, putting me beside him with our sides touching. I was not comfortable with the baby wiggling on my lap wanting to get free. So, I sat him on the floor. Jack sat back on the sofa, put his arm back behind my neck, and touched my shoulder with some careful rubbing. "There, isn't that better?" he asked. "Better than what?" I asked "Why you, little buddy being crowded," was all he said "OMG," I thought, "he is touching me"... "It's okay," I replied Jack began talking and using words along with a hug. I was more tongue tied than ever. My parents never hugged me. I had so much to learn. "So you was a dumb ass little cracker, huh?" said Cheek "Yup, that's about it. I was pretty dumb." I replied Then Jack stood up and asked for some water. He stood in front of me so I could see his cock bulged out in his pants. "Sure, we have plenty of water". I stepped over the kids, with Jack following me, and went to the kitchen. I got him a real glass from the cupboard. The kids and I used paper cups because we broke so many drinking glasses in the past. I turned on the water to get it clear looking and cold. It was well water and not sparkling cold like the city folks had. We locked eyes as he tipped it up and slowly drained the glass. I swear he was smiling as he set down the empty glass! "That is good water," He said "This is the country and we have to live with what we have. Want some more?" I asked" "Nah, too much makes me pee and we can't be doing that. Now, can we?" he said smiling "I don't care, we can pee - we have a toilet." I said realizing how dumb that must have sounded. He was just so warm looking. "Yeah, yeah, did you pee together?" Interrupted Cheek "Yes, I am getting to that," "I'm on the swim team!" Jack said, flexing his arm up and down. "Go ahead, touch it; it won't bite." "Wow, you have good arms," I commented "Go ahead, touch it," He repeated I gingerly put my hand on his arm and felt how smooth but rugged he was from swimming. "You like what you're feeling on." He said to me "Yeah, I do," I replied "Maybe you would like to feel something else," he mumbled He was winking and flexing his muscle. Then standing straight up, he flexed them both grinning, licking his lips and another wink. Touch this," he said placing my hand between his legs. I could feel the boner right through the fabric and I was hooked, I had never touched a cock before and I wanted it. I really wanted to see it. I did not recognize that he was coming on to me. The smile left his face and he pulled me toward him and wrapped his arms around me pulling me onto his chest. Then wrapping his arms around me with hands moving up and down my back, he was touching every bone. I could feel my dick raising up and pushing into Jack's thigh. He had to feel it. I jerked backwards knocking the glass to the floor and shattering it. The kids came running in and I yelled for them to stay back. I grabbed the broom and dustpan from the pantry to clean up the broken glass... Then, I heard car crunching gravel and the kids came running through the kitchen to the outside yelling for Mom and Dad, who had just pulled in. "Look what Danny did." They cried out. Look what he broke." "It was only a glass and accidents happen, it is okay," my mom said. I felt better by rubbing my elbow, as grateful tears swelled in my eyes. My dad said to me, "What are you blubbering about?" You're acting like a little girl, stop the crying and go wash your face." He said to me. I retreated upstairs to the bathroom, stopping on the stairs as I heard Jack say..."Uh, where is the bathroom?" he asked my mom. She said to follow Danny upstairs, and he would show you. I knew Jack was coming, so I continued up and stood at the top landing waiting. He was so sexy just to look at and I was intrigued. He deliberately took steps slowly, grinning like Mr. Clever. I showed him which door was the bathroom, and he took my hand and led me in. "C'mon buddy, it's just us guys!" winking, that damn smile. I was goose pimply with a tremor or two. I had never been in the bathroom with another person before. He grabbed a washcloth, wet it and wiped my face while sitting on the tub, pulling me between his legs. He dabbed and smoothed my face with the cloth. Jack had a way of turning everything into a smile. I could feel his grasp on my hips with his legs and I liked that too. In fact, I liked it too much... He gave me a quick hug, tapped my butt and said, "Well, we better do this." "Do what?" I asked "Pee, little buddy – pee" He said "don't you want to pee with me"" "Yeah, sure I do," I confessed "C'mon" with a sharp sound coming from him. "You can't pee, if you don't take it out." I stepped up...fumbling with my zipper and shucked down my pants and underwear, and he did the same. "Wow! You're big for your age!" he blurted out in his usual smooth manner. Can I touch it? You are so nice; I could kiss a dick like that. "He was correct. I was hung for a kid. I never expected to hear that and I thought I was gonna die. I had not been naked in front of anybody, that I could remember; and nobody ever commented before on the size of my junk. And certainly not wanting to kiss it. "Sure touch it, I don't care but you don't have to kiss it," I said "Suppose I want too," "I don't care and I'm not telling anybody about it," I said still very nervous, but learning very quickly... We started peeing into the bowl together crossing streams and maneuvering our cocks like water pistols. I was looking at his awesome cock. He made it flex a few times, the way men do when they are showing off their prize possession. It was a few inches long, and looked huge to my worshipping eyes. It was semi firm so I thought it would grow fatter becoming stiff. The boys I had to compare it with however, was zero. When Jack stopped peeing, he lifted his pelvis and used his hand to expose his bush, balls and beautiful pinkish tube of flesh. I never knew that older boys had all that hair between their legs. I was fascinated by it and wanted to put my face down there and rub his scent on to me. I had never smelled a man's balls before, but that is what I wanted to do. I was thirteen however, I don't think age played much of a part in my excitement. I would have been just as excited at any age. I wanted more than anything to put that cock in my mouth and suck the jizz out. However, it didn't happen that day; but became routine later when I became Jack's boy whore. "DANNY" - bellowed my dad from downstairs. "GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" "We better get out of the bathroom," said Jack holding my cock in his hand. "Don't be giving this to anybody Danny. That is mine, do you understand," said Jack "A-huh" I turned while zipping up and rushed out the door and down the stairs. I was yelled at for what my dad called wasting time, with all the work still left to do. My dad said to take Jack outside and show him the streams running through the property. I lowered my head and said, "Yes Daddy;" then went out into the yard with Jack following behind me. I kept my head lowered, feeling like a puppy who was just scolded for peeing on the floor. I led Jack toward a stump, out of sight of the house, and he sat down. He talked and talked about his collection of unusual rocks. I was following, but not quite understanding. He said, "Now pay attention" several times, as he kept talking. I was not sure if he was talking about finding rocks or seeing my junk. He kept looking at my crotch with his hand on my knee. He complained that the stump hurt his legs so he stood and shifted me around to sit, while he stood in front of me. He kept swaying very slightly toward me back and forth. All this time I was staring directly at his crotch. Yup, I was right. I became innocently hooked on his body. Jack kept moving his body in front of me. He leaned side-by-side, forward and backyard. The best part was extending his arms, so not only a strip of fuzzy navel showed, but two hidden clumps of hair under each arm were visible and intrigued me. I had just started sprouting fine dark hair recently, so I was obsessed with any man I could peek at. Jack was the best, as far as I was concerned. There was no mistaking, he was a hot man. Jack was working on me as prey for his ultimate goal. A goal that included getting me naked and used by someone that I was beginning to worship. "That's it." Said Cheek. "Hell that ain't nothing. If you want to see action, you have to grow up in the hood." "No, there is more, there is Tony who was Jack's buddy and they made a sandwich out of me," if you know what I mean" concluded Dan sitting down an empty coffee cup". "Yeah, let's talk about Tony another time. Right now how about us?" said Cheek? "What about us? There is no "us" I just met you." Said Dan "Fuck man, you gotta start someplace." "Uh that's true" "Damn straight I am right. I want to kiss your dick and don't be giving me any shock look. I know where you at." "Let's go," said Dan, sliding to get out of the booth without the slightest hesitation." Cheek picked up both slips and paid the cashier. A few minutes later, we were back on the street "Where too," asked Cheek "My place, only a few blocks" "Got any coffee" "Sure but all that coffee will make you pee – BUT don't worry, I have a toilet, ha ha-ha," said Dan "Yeah, well don't you worry? I ain't no Jack. You gonna want to do more than kiss my chocolate dick. ""Forget the coffee, Cheek wants to ride." "I don't have any coffee anyway. I was just testing you." Said Dan "Now, who's a "jackass???????" – I heard what you said earlier about me," Ha ha-ha. "Oh shut up" "Lead on bro, that pretty cracker mouth has some fine sucking to do. Think you can handle it? Asked cheek "It's too soon to tell, let's just say I have experience for what matters. And stop saying "cracker" "I hear that" "I'm sure you do," said Dan putting his arm around Cheek's neck like a drunken sailor. It was a sudden get together, but they liked each other with much in common. Laughing like school kids, they crossed the street just as the light turned green. Mark Sherwood Email - sherwoodm94@yahoo.com