“Easy does it, don’t choke, you can have some more later.’

“Where are we?’ I asked, vaguely remembering what seemed like hours of
rumbling travel.

“Italy,’ Pete answered. “I drove all night and most of today in case
anybody decided to pick us up for bashing that customs man in Germany. They
won’t bother us now we’re out of the country, though. Those men at that
customs post are real bastards — I used to have a lot of trouble there
until I made … friends with one of them.’

He paused, looking sideways at me, obviously wondering if he should
explain, but decided against it. In any case I was still too dazed to sense
his hesitation.

“I’ve made some tea. Do you want a cup?’

“Yes, please. Boiling water from the engine?’

“No, you twerp, I always bring a spirit stove and things like tea with me.
They make disgusting tea over here.’ He grimaced.

It was almost dark. I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed. Somebody
was bathing the side of my head with cold water, which felt really good. My
mouth was dry, and I seemed feverishly hot. Even in my muzzy state, I was
confused about a picture of Robert Redford which seemed to be floating a few
inches above my face. There were other pictures, too, but it was too dark to
see them, or perhaps my eyes wouldn’t focus properly.

Pete’s voice beside me broke in gently, “Thank God you’re all right. I
didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t try to get a doctor because they’d have
asked awkward questions.’

He moved sideways, and I realised that I was on the bed in the back of the
lorry cab. I felt a good deal better, and said so. Pete lifted my head and
gave me a swig of water from a bottle. I swallowed eagerly.

Pain and sudden shouting dragged me back to awareness. The blurred images
resolved themselves into Pete struggling with the guard, who was naked from
the waist down. Pete was much lighter, but evidently had the advantage of
surprise, because he suddenly pushed the man off balance across the room.
The guard tripped on the edge of the carpet and fell heavily, cracking his
head on the wash basin.

“He’s out for a bit!’ Pete exclaimed, “Come on, for Christ’s sake get
dressed before somebody comes to find out what all the noise is about.’ He
threw me my clothes, and I put them on as best I could. He half-dragged,
half-carried me out to the lorry and heaved me up into the cab. As he got in
he glanced anxiously at the side of my head where the gun had struck me, but
it couldn’t have looked too bad, because he started up and drove quickly
across the border. I was still seeing stars, and felt rather sick. I began
to thank him for coming to help me, but suddenly keeled over on to the
steering wheel. That was the last thing I noticed for a long time.

I had always been well-known for doing the wrong thing, and I did it now.
I hit him in the solar plexus, expecting him to double up so that I could
get away. German border guards are tougher than that, as I soon found out
when he snatched his gun from its holster and hit me on the side of the head
with the butt. Dazed, I collapsed on to the bed. As he came to stand over me
I remember thinking, “This is it, you’ve had your chips, Tony.’ Then I must
have lost consciousness for a while.

“You take off clothes now.’ Another statement. Eyeing his gun, I thought
it better not to disobey. In a few seconds I had stripped, putting all my
clothes on a nearby chair. It was cold. He grinned, or rather leered, at me,
and stepped closer.

“Legs apart, turn round, arms up, hands against wall.’ I did as I was
told, wondering what he was going to do if he suspected me of carrying
drugs. He came nearer and stood behind me, breathing heavily. Then he felt
under my arms, looked at the soles of my feet, and ran his hands up between
my legs. Despite the strange circumstances, I immediately began to feel
randy, though I didn’t like the man at all.

“You are English.’ A statement, not a question.

“Yes,’ I answered quickly, “what’s the matter, what have I done?’

“Come with me, we look for drugs.’ Protesting that I didn’t have any
drugs, I was led off into a back room which was obviously used as a resting
place at night, because it had a wash basin and a hard bed in it.

“We must be getting near the border, mustn’t we?’ I cast about in my dimly
remembered geography lessons for the relationship between the various north
European countries. “Yes, we’ll soon be in Germany, but the German customs
people are very fussy with loads like this. It may take some time at the
border post.’

He was right. He disappeared into the customs office with a sheaf of
documents, including my passport, and left me to my own devices. I couldn’t
leave the border area, of course, so I sat around, stood around, tried to
read all the notices in French and German on the walls, and finally settled
myself as comfortably as possible in a delapidated old armchair in a corner
and fell sound asleep.

As we drove along the Belgian motorway, he began to tell me a little about
himself; his upbringing in an orphanage until he was fostered and then
adopted by an elderly couple, his short spell in prison for an idiotic smash
and grab raid which went wrong; his good fortune in getting his present job.
He had a beautiful speaking voice, and sounded better educated than most of
the other drivers. I caught myself fancying him, as I had sometimes in the
past when I saw him stride past the office window.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s not interested in you,’ I thought to myself,
and thrust from my mind the sudden image of him lying naked on the bed in
his flat. I’d never been there, of course, but people said it was a small,
comfortably furnished place overlooking the park. Hurriedly I hunted for
another topic of conversation to put the disturbing visions from my mind.

Driving on the right was absolutely terrifying for me as passenger. I
seemed far too close to the vehicles on the other side of the road, and when
we overtook a slower lorry, the oncoming traffic hurtled straight for me.
Pete was a good driver, though, and took no unnecessary risks. After a while
I relaxed and started to notice the strange Flemish town names. My efforts
at pronouncing them made Pete smile, and when I overheard two locals
conversing in a shout outside a bar, my mimicry of them was so accurate that
he nearly drove off the road, laughing so much.

“Come on, pack it in,’ he grinned at me, “you’ll have no voice left if you
go on like that!’ Then, more thoughtfully, he added, “Perhaps this trip
could be fun, after all.’

“Were you having trouble with that sailor?’ I asked him. He shot a
surprised look at me, then smiled.

“No, I often meet him on this trip. He doesn’t have much to do while we’re
out at sea.’ He hesitated, then stretched out across the steering wheel, his
chin on his hands, and stared at me. “There’s a lot you don’t know about,
isn’t there?’

This enigmatic question caught me off guard. What did he mean? I knew that
I wasn’t an experienced traveller like him, but it was a peculiar remark,
all the same. It certainly did nothing to put me at ease, only made me feel
more out of place. No appropriate answer came to mind, so I just kept quiet,
watching the cargo doors of the boat opening.

The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up
we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came
back and muttered something about “seeing to the paperwork’. We drove into
the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed
almost immediately.

Pete disappeared again, so I had some breakfast and began to wake up a
bit. I went to the upper deck for some fresh air, watching the English
coastline slip away into the mist. Suddenly I caught sight of Pete,
apparently having an argument with a young sailor. I didn’t want to get
involved, and I thought Pete could probably take care of himself. As it
happened, the argument soon came to an end, and the sailor smiled and waved
to Pete as he set off down the steps.

I reached through the curtained area behind the seats and found his
jumper. With great agility he managed to put it on without driving off the
road.

“That’s better, I don’t like having the heater on, it sends me to sleep.
Let’s see if there’s anything good on the radio.’ Loud rock music
forestalled further conversation.

The sun was fully up now, driving the mist from the fields and hedges as
we hurtled along. We stopped once for a cup of tea at a service area.
Several good-looking lorry drivers greeted Pete, glancing curiously at me. I
felt nervous and out of place. They all seemed at ease with each other, but
treated me as an outsider.

Jack was a legend at the depot. He had worked there longer than anyone
could remember, becoming dirtier and dirtier each year, rarely sober, and
with a vicious temper. Most of the lads were terrified of him.

“Don’t get me wrong,’ Pete continued thoughtfully, “Jack’s all right when
you get to know him. He’s had a difficult life. But I certainly wouldn’t
want him on a trip like this. Have you been to Italy before?’

“No, I’ve never been abroad,’ I answered, “I’m looking forward to it.’

“A factory in Italy is just the same as one in England, but it’s good to
be out here away from the cities. Get my jumper for me, Tony, it’s in the
back.’

“Well, it looks as if we’re stuck with each other for now,’ he commented,
glancing quickly round at me. “I’m used to being on my own — I don’t know
why they’ve sent you on this trip. Just don’t expect me to talk much, OK?’ A
sudden grin lit up his features as he changed gear down the motorway slip
road. “Ah, well, it could have been worse, I suppose. They might have sent
Jack out with me.’

Neither of us spoke for a while. Few people were about at this time of the
morning, just an occasional stray dog returning from a night’s foraging in
the city’s dustbins. The road unrolled itself before us, lined with
warehouses and factories, many now derelict. As we crossed the canal and
turned right into the road leading out to the motorway he seemed to relax,
settled down further in his seat, and ran his hand through his short fair
hair.

His tattoos swirled from the sleeves of his white teeshirt down his brown
muscular arms. He looked tired and drawn as he leaned against the wall,
listening to the foreman describing the next job. I knew he was an experienced and reliable
driver. I had never been on a trip with him — he usually worked alone –
and it wasn’t going to be easy, judging by the surly way in which he had
greeted the announcement that from now on he was to have an assistant.

Without speaking Pete nodded curtly to the foreman and swung himself up
into the cab. I walked round the front of the huge gleaming lorry and
climbed into the passenger seat. The lights around the yard glinted in oily
puddles, but the sun was beginning to break through the early morning mist.
He pressed the starter; the engine roared into life, and the lorry slowly
moved out of the yard into the dreary length of Commercial Road.

This young taker has been aiming at my cock for a long time already and I finally gave him a chance to showcase his sucking skills. He didn’t disappoint giving me his best effort and sliding his lips up and down my 13-inch pole like a good white slut. We were both craving for more and I slammed my dick down his ass with great pleasure.

Handsome brawny cocksucker
I do love guys who work out to keep themselves in good shape and this white fella I met near a local gym had a body worth praise. His tight ass and strong muscles though were not his only merits as he happened to be a great cocksucker too and showed much love for my black cock sucking it gently and passionately.

Body and throat massage
This sleeping young fella looked so sweet and seductive that I couldn’t resist the temptation to give him a gentle massage. When he woke up and turned his head towards my stiffening cock I knew he wanted it deep in his mouth and the massage continued with me working my horny pole down his throat and stretching his lips.

This twinkie I met in a park the other day first seemed to be some cherry ass boy with no prior gay sex experience, but he proved me wrong the moment his lips locked on my cock. His sucking was great and his real passion made it even better, so I guess he did deserve that load of cum when he made me ejaculate right into his mouth.

Hard anal test
This cute white catcher had never been with a black man before and I had to make sure his first experience with a real playa would truly be an unforgettable one. I put his tight ass to test ramming my dark bat balls deep into his magic love tunnel and a grateful guy took a powerful cumshot in his mouth with great pleasure.

“Ok boys, time for bed” said the S.M. finally.
All the boys were tired out and so they made no complaints. For the
first time in two weeks, though, they all slept alone in their own tent;
except for Steve and Will who were going to miss being together terribly
and couldn’t bear to waste this last opportunity to sleep together; and the
Scout Master, who wanted one more chance to chew Ricky’s delicious meat
(and Ricky was happy to turn himself over to so gentle and satisfying a man
as the Scout Master); and Luiz and JR, who had decided the last few days they
wanted to get to know each other a little better, and anyway, JR had something
very important to tell Luiz.

When
Rick was through, Will quickly pulled him away and rammed his own cock into
the Scout Master’s face. (The Scout Master could tell it was Will because of
the beautiful red bush gleaming just inches from his eyes.) The Scout Master
gobbled Will up just as eagerly as he had Ricky. JR, the first to cum, was by
now feeling a little left out of the action. He looked around to see how he
could make himself useful. Luiz was still working on the Scout Master’s
dick, so JR moved around to give Luiz a little relief. Up to now Luiz had
been trying to jerk himself off while keeping the Scout Master cumming. JR
shoved his face into Luiz’s sweating crotch, chewed his balls, then took the
shaft deep in his mouth. (JR prefered Luiz’s cream to Ricky’s, perhaps because
it was more exotic, but he hadn’t yet confided this to Luiz.) Luiz must
have been close to satisfying himself because JR felt the delicious, warm
liquid flood his mouth on the first suck. He reached around and plunged his
finger into Luiz’s hole and was rewarded with a tidal wave of thick semen.
Luiz eagerly forced the Scout Master’s cum slick dick as far back in his
throat as he could when he felt his own balls shoot their stuff. Even before
he was done though, bodies were collapsing all around, empty and exhausted.
After Luiz finished JR wanted to continue to chew on his flacid cock. Luiz
had to pry him away. He and JR collapsed on top of each other. A quick
inspection revealed that everyone’s cock was totally soft, even the Scout
Master’s and JR’s.
After a few minutes more of slopping around in the mess they’d generated
there was a general exodus to the lake to wash and take a moonlight swim. It
was getting late though and they had a four mile hike out to the van in the
morning.

Ricky, knowing he was the
favorite in the blow job department, straddled the Scout Master’s neck and
pushed his taut little cock into the S.M’s face. The Scout Master gobbled it
up, shiny little balls and all. Ricky knew the Scout Master liked to have his
face fucked hard so he started bucking in and out, his smooth, red butt
bumping up and down on the Scout Master’s chest as he rammed himself in and
out, tip to balls. Steve and Will contented themselves by sliding around all
over the rest of the group. They watched anxiously though so as to immediately
take the place of the first boy who lost his load. They soon heard the
unmistakable rhythmic grunts and whispered obscenities as JR shot his stuff
deep into the Scout Master’s ass. “Fuck it! fuck it off! shiiit, fuck the
bastard!”, JR was hissing with each wad he ejaculated, his arms and legs
flailing in rhythm. (JR was the most entertaining to watch while having an
orgasm they had voted last Thursday.) As soon as JR’s cock slid out, Steve was
there ready to take his place. Jiz was already leaking in anticipation from
his throbbing prick. Jiz was oozing as well from the Scout Master’s cum soaked
crack. Steve eagerly thrust himself in and started pumping. Next to reach
orgasm was the Scout Master who couldn’t take much of Luiz’s technique.
(Saturday Luiz had won the badge for giving the best blow job, though Will
had come a very close second.) Since the Scout Master hadn’t had an orgasm in
several hours he shot huge thick wads down Luiz’s throat. Luiz almost
choked on it but eagerly swallowed as much as he could, squeezing out more and
more with his hand. In the meantime Ricky had timed himself perfectly as
usual. (Monday it was determined he had the best control over his erections
and orgasms and could use them to best advantage with his partner (or
partners.)) When he felt the Scout Master sucking on him for all he was worth
and turned his head and saw the muscles in the S.M.’s body hard and straining,
he let himself go. The sweet, concentrated, pearly white jiz his sixteen year
old balls produced squirted into the Scout Master’s throat. He let himself
escape the Scout Master’s mouth for one shot so he could smear some of it
around on the S.M.’s face, but he plunged his dick back in to finish off.

Steve and Luiz approached him. “Really, tonight it’s you boys turn
to have fun. I’m just going to supervise.” Each one took an arm. They pulled
him off the table and he made a feeble attempt to free himself, laughing and
protesting. They dragged him towards the other boys who, distracted from their
play, made a space for him on the shiny, slick mat.
Luiz and Steve held the S.M.’s hands behind his back while JR and Rick
held his feet so he couldn’t get away. Will ran to get the pan of oil, still
warming near the fire, and poured what was left over the S.M.’s shoulders and
down his back and chest. They they pushed him on to the mat and the boys
piled on to him, greasing him up and covering him with the oil and cum they
themselves were coated with. The Scout Master could hardly breathe, he was
almost suffocated by these hard young bodies slipping and rubbing and grinding
against him on all sides and all over him.
“Let’s show the S.M. our appreciation guys!”, shouted JR.
“Yeah!.. Yeah!” they all called enthusiastically.
One by one they attached themselves to the Scout Master. JR slid around
and worked his perpetually stiff meat into the Scout Master’s hairy ass. JR
had fond memories of those days last week when he and the Scout Master had
done this over and over again. What a great feeling it was. (JR had won the
fucking contest that they had the very first night in camp.) Luiz leaned
over and took the Scout Master’s huge cock into his mouth, sucking off the
pre-cum and at the same time jerking the slick shaft up and down violently
with his hand. (As best he could anyway, his hand wouldn’t go all the way
around it.) Ricky’s jiz tasted the best, there was no argument there, but
Luiz liked the Scout Master’s dick the best with it’s big fleshy head and
3/4 inch cumslit and never ending fountain of cream.

Luiz, when he came back to his senses, decided his idea was a success.
The real test would be JR’s cock. He’d never seen it totally flacid. One night
he and Rick had tried to suck JR soft. JR had a couple of orgasms right off,
but they had to give up on him after an hour or two. His meat stayed stiff
no matter what they did. Luiz slid around through the heap, tickling whoever
he happened to encounter until he found a familiar hairy leg, the hairs all
plastered down by the oil. He followed the leg up until he encountered a
large, sumptuous, pair of balls and an extended but definitely soft dick.
The remaining bush was light brown and thin so it must be JR’s. In fact, the
shaved balls proved it was (Luiz had helped Will shave them one night.) So
his idea WAS a success. He was exhausted anyway and slid back down into the
pile. Come to think of it though, he hadn’t seen the Scout Master anywhere. In
fact, he didn’t remember seeing, feeling, or tasting the Scout Master at all
tonight. He tried to raise up to find the picnic table where he’d last seen
him sitting, but Will was feeling him out and massaging his meat and someone
else (Steve?) was running his leg over his chest. He moved the leg away
and succeeded in getting up on his knees. Before someone pulled him back into
the heap, he caught a glimpse of the Scout Master, his rock hard cock
towering up past his navel from between his strong, hairy thighs. But he
was just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Luiz lay back down and whispered into the nearest ear (it turned out
to be Steve’s). “Hey, we gotta get the S.M. in on this!”
“Yeah, where’s his moby dick been?”
“Let’s go get’im!”
Luiz and Steve extracted themselves from the tangle of greased flesh
and walked over towards the Scout Master. “I’m just going to watch tonight,”
he said smiling. All the boys loved the Scout Master. He was one in a million
to them. He was a hard, muscular guy with a smooth upper body and a military
style hair cut. (All the boys agreed he looked a lot like Marky Mark.) He had
only a little thin patch of hair between his well defined pectorals. Below the
waste he possessed an enormous cock, more than nine inches when fully hard.
(Last Tuesday night everybody had to get measured, soft and stiff both.) The
Scout Master was an avid nudist and so his body was a uniform brown. He was
good at just about all sports, knew all about nature and the environment, knew
how to carve things out of wood, in short, a real man’s man and the perfect
Scout Master. This troop thought he was anyway.

“Let’s go!” he said. They all rushed together and collapsed on the mat,
five slick naked boys, grinding and rubbing against each other. In a few
minutes they had desolved into a mountain of heaving and grunting bodies. Some
of them were already ejaculating thick, wads of cum from slipping and slidding
their pricks against whatever they could find. Some made it feel good for
those grunting and groaning with pleasure while protecting their own cocks.
Then those that had lost their first load rubbed themselves against whatever
they could find that was still hard until warm stuff spurted out. They
continued oozing around against each other. Some boys stayed stiff after
cumming and were soon ready to shoot again. Others had to wait to harden back
up after ten or fifteen minutes, but were soon enjoying it once more. All of
the pleasure was given and received by the mutual slipping and sliding
together of their slick bodies. (Steve, however, succeeding in finding Will in
the mound of flesh, slid himself into his boyfriend and enjoyed himself for
awhile. A little later Will got the opportunity to return the fuck.) After
about an hour and a half and several pints of cream, they were reduced to a
heap of tired but satisfied boys, all tangled together and piled against one
another; shiny, slick, and slimy with oil and semen. Little white flecks of jiz
clung to their skin and hair. The mat was so slick they couldn’t have stood on
two legs if they tried.

After the dinner things were cleared up and washed all the boys gathered
around the fire to hear what tonight’s treat was. Everyone was sporting an
iron-like erection in anticipation. They were chatting and giggling and
playing around with each other; not too seriously though lest they waste some
of their juice (though they all had plenty to spare). The Scout Master
went to his tent to get the gymnastics mat they had brought for their
evening’s entertainments. Steve helped him spread it out, then the Scout
Master sat on the picnic table to get everyone quiet and start the
proceedings.

The boys struggled up out of the water, their bodies dripping and their
feet leaving wet prints all over the greyish brown wooden pier. They rubbed
their eyes and waited for the results to be announced.
“And the winner is…”. Being in the race, none of them knew who had
won. “Luiz Marcado! Congratulations Luiz!”. The other boys applauded, then
patted him on the back or smacked his butt.
“Ok boys. Free time until dinner.”
The Scout Master darted over to Luiz before he could follow the other
boys who were quickly dispersing into the woods or down the beach.
“So you get to choose the recreation for our last night. What’s your
pleasure?”
“I have some ideas but I’m not sure who might go along with it.” Luiz
looked down. He had beautiful, dark brown eyes and could sometimes be very
shy. He stared at the Scout Master’s bare feet.
“Well let’s hear your ideas. I’m sure no matter what it is I’ve heard
worse.”

“Ok boys, in the water and on your mark.”
Five naked boys of various heights and hair colors, ranging in age from
18 to 21 dove off the pier and into the brown lake for the swimming match.
Their bodies varied in shade from red to brown from two weeks of camping
without clothes, two weeks totally bare out of doors. They had been laughing
and punching and wrestling while waiting for the whistle to blow for the
start. Now, in the water, they were quiet and intent, each thinking only of
winning this last important race. Their heads bobbed in the water.
“On your mark…”. Each stood back flat against the pier.
“Set..” They put out their arms.
“Go!” They all lurched out of the water and dove forward, their arms
and legs flapping with all the strength and energy their hard bodies could
muster. Their heads turned side to side and their compact little asses bobbed
up and down out of the water as they energetically swam the distance, kicked
off the wall twenty five yards away, and headed back the way they came. It was
a close race, but a darkly tanned Cuban boy named Luiz touched the rope in
his lane barely a second before the one favored to win, Steve, a tall, blonde,
muscular boy (and at 21, the oldest of the five). Third place was tied between
Will, the small, wiry, red head; and brown haired JR, the hairiest and
toughest of the bunch. (He had probably been hampered by his poor eye sight
since he had to wear glasses. It was well known that Will and Steve were
boyfriends and it was assumed that THEY would tie.) In fifth came Rick, the
most popular boy at camp. Rick was the smallest and youngest, but he had a
compact muscular body and an extremely sweet little dick nestled in a cute,
brown bush. Everyone agreed he had the best tasting gism.

Jimbo had been intending to start university that fall but
instead found himself work lumberjacking. It was hard work
that filled his days with rote activity that took his mind
of the wife who was already well settled into married life.
Her parents had set them up in a small house with a bit of
land and Sue entertained her high school friends and grew
larger and waited to be a mother while Jimbo went out every
day to earn a living doing the hardest work he could find.
He hadn’t taken this job because it was the only thing he
find. He was bright and handsome and had had a few offers
to work in sales and a couple of office jobs but he didn’t
want to be cooped up all day. Besides he had worked hard in
high school to keep in shape for sports and was strong as an
ox and didn’t want to loose his work by sitting on his ass
all day and eating Micky D’s out of boredom and frustration.
He saw what became of his father and his pals as they
settled into middle age and he wasn’t about to let that
happen to him. As for money the lumberjacking paid damned
good so nobody could say that he wasn’t providing well.

If those had been his only reasons for taking this job he
would have been just fine with life. Sue was ok and he
savored the idea of being a daddy. But Jimbo was carrying
around a secret that he hadn’t even admitted to himself.
All those years of sports had been both boon and bane for
him. He had loved the physical acts of sportsmanship; loved
getting out onto a field or the rink to pummel or be
pummeled by the other guys. It was all part of the game and
the other guys seemed to like it too so he felt a-ok playing
all the games he could. It was the locker rooms that made
him uneasy. Gathering before a game or practise with the
others, undressing, showering, playing all the boy tricks
with the snapping towels. And the constant talk of sex
since they had all reached an age old enough to pay
attention to their cocks and what they might be used for.
Jimbo had been a boys’ boy and was never taken for anything
other than one of the guys. He had led winning teams and
had played all the tricks and been the recipient
been the recipient of some ofthe good and the bad natured
fun. He took whatwas dished out and gave back a fair
share of his own butnever did he feel quite right when
faced with teammatesundressed or wrestling on a slick
shower floor with one ofthem. Something about their
bodies and their dispositionsmade him squirm inside with
an undefined wanting forsomething that he couldn’t put a
finger on.

Yet he was never really troubled much at the conscious
level. He dated a few a girls that he liked a lot. When he
was 15 he had lost his virginity with Lisa on the livingroom
floor of her parents house while they were out at a party.
Other girls had spread their legs for this clean-cut jock
and even more had tasted his come. In the locker rooms he
had wowed his friends with the size of his cock. It had
started its journey to hugeness when Jimbo was eleven along
with the rest of him. By the time he was fifteen his cock
was a an 11 incher and he had a great rug of blonde fur on
his chest. He was shaving daily and proudly kept a neat
mustache. All the sports did wonders on his body, keeping
him fit and muscular with only a little extra time with
weights. So he didn’t worry much about himself or his odd
feelings. His peers respected him and the girls usually
gave him what he wanted.

Now he had graduated from high school with a pregnant wife
and a job. He wouldn’t have admitted to himself that he was
restless, or that he was bitter that his chance at college
had been doomed by drunken indiscretion. He went to work
every day and zapped the big pines to ease his frustration.
Coming home at night he would toss back a few beers with the
guys from work on occasion. Sue was wrapped up in the
fantasy of motherhood and happy family and wanted him around
as much as possible and Jimbo did like her ok and felt that
she deserved some respect. She had given up her chance at
college as well. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been taking the
pill. She was just as surprised to find herself pregnant as
he had been when she’d told him.

Jimbo liked the work he was doing. It paid well enough that
he and Sue had most of the things that they wanted so
married life wasn’t filled with tedious arguments about
money or spending. The best of the job was, he had to admit
to himself, the guys he worked with. They were a lot of
burley rugged men who took to their jobs like fish to water.
Most of them had been doing the work for many years and
showed it in the strong bodies and fearlessness with the
powerful equipment it took to fell the great trees. They
were rough and friendly at the same time. They would scream
profanity at the trees and at each other yet always made
time to show Jimbo the ins-and-outs of the work and were
more patient that not. Most of them were single, having
taken to the lumberjacking life for the relative freedom and
the pay. Middle aged and lonely they would spend most of
their off hours drinking in the bars with each other,
looking for the occasional pretty woman to woo into bed. Of
the many men that Jimbo worked with their were a few he
had a special liking for. They were younger than the rest
but still a few years older than himself. In their early
twenties, unattached mostly, except for Paul, who like Jimbo
had a wife and a kid on the way to make 6 altogether. It
was these guys that Jimbo would go with to the bars after
work. It was a striking crew of them sitting at he bar in
flannel shirts, dirty chinos or jeans, making crude jokes
about the girls or work or the older pot-bellied
lumberjacks. They accepted him without question as a strong
and capable worker, one who kept up with his share of the
work. Jimbo would be squeezed between two of these guys at
the crowded bar and drink a few and ignore the hardness in
his pants, assume it was the product of fatigue and the JD
he was gulping down. These men were so much like the jocks
he had palled around with in high school and he would feel
that unfocused longing sitting in the bar and it would
become acute as he drove home afterwards with his hand
massaging his hard-on. The sleeping desire was waking
slowly and Jimbo began to know that these men were more than
just pals t him. They brought to front all kinds of
feelings that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about.

Jimbo would massage his cock and his mind would turn to Paul
who always sat close to Jimbo at the bar so he could talk to
him over the jukebox. Paul would always joke about the guys
on those occasions when the work got to so heavy that they
would lodge nearby the area they were to clear. He said in
so many words that they would bunk together and the sounds
they made weren’t sleeping sounds. Jimbo would blush and
ask just what Paul meant.
” Those guys will do each other the sheets”, Paul said.
” Do each other?”, Jimbo had asked.
” Yeah, they give each other the old one-two, make their
own logs a little happier…You know what I mean?”,
he answered with a curious look.
” U-huh, I know…I just never thought these guys were like
that.”
” Man, most of them don’t have ladies so they take what
they can get…I don’t blame anyone for getting his rocks
as long as it don’t hurt no nobody.”

Jimbo thought about these words as he was driving home one
Friday night with his increasingly calloused hand buried in
his crotch rubbing his boner. It wasn’t just Paul’s words
that had him this hard. It was the feel of his breath in
his ear as talked about these things so matter- of- factly.
It was the smell of Paul, so near he could smell his beer
breath and body odour and the trees on him. It was his
warmth that would ooze from him like sitting next to a small
open fire. Every time the door opened the breeze would blow
his warmth over Jimbo ever so lightly. It was the smile on
Paul’s face that spoke of friendship, commaraderie. Jimbo
was beside himself trying to figure out why these things
gave him such a hard-on, aroused him so that he had to
jerk-off like a school boy while driving home to his wife
who was pregnant with what he hoped would be his son. He
knew and he didn’t know and for now he would just let
himself come in his pants with Paul’s face and feel in his
mind. He had his cock firmly grasped in his hand jerking it
slowly slowly through the cloth of his denims.
Half-watching the road as his attention grew closer to the
explosion that was about to make a mess of his jeans. His
hand didn’t stop it’s motion for a second as he sped onto
his exit, home only a few minutes away. He could feel the
cotton briefs scraping against the head and the shaft. His
nuts were drawn-up tightly against his body, his breathing
grower heavier. The harsh feeling against his cock was
bringer him ever closer. His hand got hotter and fuller as
his load made its dash for escape up the long shaft and into
his jockeys. A short distance from his front door he felt
the wetness flood his crotch and he groaned loudly to the
interior of the car. The load was a big one, he hadn’t shot
in many weeks because Sue was too big to be comfortable with
any kind of sex. Jimbo attributed the sudden horniness to
this fact and put the though of Paul out of mind as he made
his way into the house and the john to wash away his guilty
load.

Jimbo started to frequent the bar with the guys even more
often, getting drunker each time out. He would sit with
Paul most of the time but to avoid his feelings he would
often wander over to some of the other men to chat, or play
a forbidden game of Quarters with a bottle of whiskey the
barmaid begrudgingly sold them. They spent too much money
for the owners to complain about an illicit game or two.
With his wife moving nearer childbirth he felt the weight of
his responsibilities more acutely, so drowned his misgivings
in the whisky. Paul would listen to him ramble about his
fears of fatherhood, his fear of failure. Then he would
offer some advice from his years of being father and
husband. Jimbo liked that Paul could be so understanding,
it made him feel even closer to the man. Drunk and horney
Jimbo would relish these talks and repeated his jerking-off
ritual each night he left the bar for home. Drunk, Jimbo
could let his feeling for Paul make its way to the surface
of his mind. Driving along the back road his cock in his
hand, his imagination would come alive. He could see Paul
naked. His dark hair spread everywhere hair could be. He
could see Paul’s big arms and one large veined hand gripping
a monster prick., one bigger even than Jimbo’s massive 12
inches. That cock must be as hard and handsome as the rest
of Paul. He could see clearly how Paul stroked it with one
hand, while the other hand would cusp his hairy nuts. The
hand on his nuts would dance slowly over them to produce a
delicious tingle that broke him out in goose bumps. Jimbo
would watch him in his mind take slow hard strokes on his
cock until he would start grunting in pleasure and then the
strokes would go more quickly ending in a blast of juice
that would land on Paul’s face, spotting his mustache and
beard with pearly white streams. Paul would lick out
whatever his tongue could reach. It was at this point in
his fantasy that Jimbo would shoot his own load, not
allowing his mind to fantasy to wander any farther. Home,
he would pass out in bed and deny the thoughts as he made
his way to work in the morning.

Not long after Sue gave birth to James Jr. in the spring
Jimbo turned off the drinking and the bar and Paul, as best
he could. A sudden warm thought would from time to time
seep to the surface but Jimbo was too taken with his new son
to pay much mind. Sue was quick to recover from a fairly
easy childbirth and gleefully resumed her sex life with her
studly old man. Jimbo’s nightly games of pocket pool were
no longer needed. The whisky driven fantasies had ceased
without the whisky. Work had reached a fever pitch of
activity so he was often exhausted when he got home, eating
a supper and settling in with Sue for a night of sex or
cuddling. The baby, making his nightly demands, kept both
of them feeling useful and tired.

In the Spring the trees were easier to deal with and the
weather less fierce, so the work got to be grueling. Many
of the men traveled long distances to make it to work and
didn’t leave until very late. The camp manager decided to
open the cabin only a few miles away for those men who would
like to avoid the long drives and the exhaustion of not
getting enough rest. The cabin, used seldomly, was in need
of cleaning and repairs to make it tolerable for the men.
While it was voluntary to stay there the manager did not
make the cleaning detail voluntary. Jimbo, being being the
newest man on crew, was selected for this not only because
of his newness but because the crew manager felt he could
use the extra bucks with a kid at home. For the same reason
he also chose Paul to partner with Jimbo. On the next
Saturday they were to get it ready for the lumberjacks to
use as soon as Monday.

That night Jimbo joined the guys at the bar for a few to
take the edge off. He also needed to make plans with Paul
for the coming Saturday; what supplies to bring, time, who
was driving with who. Paul offered to pick Jimbo up so that
his wife would have use of the car. Paul’s truck would also
allow them to stay the night if they had to since it was
covered. The cabin might take more work than they could get
done in one day and if it wasn’t livable for the others in
one day then they would definitely be better off with the
truck to sleep. All the materials they needed they would
get by voucher at the K-Mart before they left Saturday
morning. Paul said that in the past the crew manager had
also slipped an extra fifty bucks to the guys on this detail
to feed themselves and get some beer or whatever. Jimbo was
glad to hear that believing he would definitely need
something to get him through this ordeal. As soon as he
heard that he and Paul had been picked for this job he felt
a great swarm of butterflies take flight in his stomach.
Part dread and part unadmitable hope had joined in his
brain. He was stuck and was going to make the best of it.

Saturday came all too soon and at the grim hour of six a.m
Paul pulled into Jimbo’s driveway. Sue had gotten up with
Jimbo at five to make breakfast for the boys and Paul and
Jimbo sat down to a neal of bacon and eggs and waffles
before heading out. First stop was the bar to pick up a a
couple fifths of bourbon and a case of Bud. Next they hit
the K-Mart for cleaning supplies, shovel, broom, etc. Then
to the grocery store for a couple days worth of eats: pork
chops, corn-on-the-cob, steaks, potatoes, and some bottled
water. Stocked up and with Paul’s grill in the truck they
headed to the cabin.

Driving along Paul said, “Man, I have a an extra special
little treat for us.”
“Oh yeah? What?”, Jimbo asked.
“My old lady’s brother has a connection to the best Thai
you’ll ever see, taste, touch, or feeeeel”, he said
drawing out the last word with an impish grin on his face.
“Thai? Jesus, I haven’t been stoned since high school.”
“Well, your overdue buddy.”

Jimbo was thinking about the last time he had smoked pot and
it came to Jimbo that it was the night that he had gotten
Sue pregnant. He didn’t share this fact with Paul, but it
made him think about the erotic feelings that were unleashed
when he toked. He had been so horney that night he would
boffed anything. The thought made him squirm knowing that
he had had more than one jerk-off session with fantasies of
Paul. He vowed to himself that he wouldn’t let these
feelings get him into something he would regret. Paul was a
pal and nothing more. In fact, Paul would probably freak if
he knew what thoughts went on with Jimbo. So, Jimbo let the
feeling go and talked to Paul about other things. They both
followed the basketball season, and their were the kids,
wives, work to talk about. Time passed and sooner than they
expected they turned onto the road that led to the cabin.
In short order they pulled into the clearing in front of the
cabin.
“What a fucking DUMP”, Jimbo opined.
“It’s not the Ritz, but its all ours till Monday”,
Paul replied.
Jimbo looked around. “Is that an outhouse?”
“Fuckin-A.”
“Damn, we oughta get started if we expect to have time
to eat sometime this weekend.”
They went into the cabin to see what had to be done.
It wasn’t nearly as bad it had seemed outside. It had bunks
enough to sleep 12 people, a kitchen, and a dining/living
area with chairs, a couple couches, large table. It had
been a year or more since anyone had occupied it so it was
filthy from the weather making it in through broken windows
and a hole in the roof. The last crew that had resided in
the cabin had left without cleaning the dishes. The bunks
were covered with useless bedclothes. The floors were
soiled with droppings from various animals that made their
way inside to escape the cold. The guys had their work cut
out for them. After the survey of the damage they went to
retrieve the supplies and split up the chores. Paul had
some carpenter experience so he went about the business of
fixing the windows, covering them plywood since they hadn’t
thought to bring glass with them. The stove was
wood-burning and Jimbo got some large clean pots and filled
them water to do the dishes. Along with the work
went the beer. It was noon when they started and by dark
they had finished the better portion of the work and all of
a case of beer. A little drunk and feeling smooth the two
men put away their mops and tools and prepared dinner on the
grill that Paul had brought. Steaks well-done with
corn-on-the-cob were extra tasty after a day of hard work
and, of course, a couple jays of Thai didn’t hurt their
appetite either. Inside the cabin they had set the table
with paper plates, plasticware, and a kerosine lamp since
their were was no electricity to help light the place. As
the steaks sizzled slowly on the grill Jimbo and Paul sat on
the warm grass and fallen pineneedles passing a thick joint
back and forth. Jimbo was feeling fine with the smoke,
letting his body rest and his thoughts wander. All day he
had worked like a madman to keep his mind clear of the
closeness of Paul. Despite his best effort he had found his
eyes wandering to Paul’s body as Paul had worked. Paul
hadn’t been at it long before his shirt had come off to
combat the heat and the sweat. Jimbo hadn’t seen him this
fully before. He’d seen his cock in the john at the bar
while they pissed at adjacent urinals, but he had seen never
his upper body. Paul’s chest was covered in heaps of fine
soft hair that thinned into a straight line of hair that
travelled down his stomach to disappear into the waistline
of his jeans. Years of working the forest had developed his
frame with hard, well-defined muscle tone. His every move
sent ripples through his arms, chest, back. His stomach was
smooth without the body builder washboard effect but it too
was hard as a rock.

Paul was lying on his back seeing the first stars and
falling into the spell of the weed. His hands were laying
over his chest covering his nipples but small hairs poked
through the fingers. Jimbo, when he glanced over could see
them glisten with the last sweat of the day. It had been a
hot day but the night was bringing the temperature down
rapidly to tolerable levels and he was afraid that Paul
would put his shirt back on if it got too cold. Every few
minutes Paul got up to inspect he steaks and veggies and
Jimbo would groan within at Paul’s gracefulness. But as
they lay side by side on the grass with the Thai pumping
them full of gentle euphoria Jimbo just mellowed to the
presence of this man he felt such longing for. The grass
did it tricks to time and Jimbo felt every moment like it
was eternity and he was fully happy on one level of his
desire. He was near and alone with this man he so admired
and vowed again to himself to not make choices that would
endanger that nearness.

Sooner than either would have liked the meal was ready.
They carried the sizzling steaks to the table inside and lit
he lamp as it was fully dark now. The rest of the meal came
as well as more beer and the beginning of the bourbon. Paul
mixed a wicked pair of boiler-makers in twenty-two once
plastic cups and they sat to eat and get royally fucked-up.
The booze was a whopper on top of the Thai and helped to
preserve the buzz that the food was sure to diminish. The
guys wolfed down the meat and corn in quick order, working
now more furiously on the drinks that they kept pouring for
themselves. The lamp was in the middle of the table and the
two men sat opposite each other. Paul rolled the rest of
the herb into fat joints that started to be passed as soon
as the meal was over. “I am just zonked”, Paul said.
“Uhhhm…me too”, Jimbo replied, watching Paul stretch to
clear his head. “Let’s go back out. It’s too damned hot in
here.”

Outside the grill gave off a small glow from the smoldering
charcoal, but it was mostly dark as the two found a place on
the grass. It was damp with dew wetting their bottoms and
legs as they sat on it. Not that they cared, leaning back
all the way getting their backs and arms wet as well. The
night air was cooler but still too uncomfortable for a lot
of clothes, which made Jimbo happy. Paul was just a shadow
now but Jimbo knew he was naked to the waist. His torso
outlined in the dim light from the quarter moon. Lying back
Jimbo felt a great wallop from the bourbon and grass. He
sighed into the night, feeling weightless in the dark. Just
as he remembered from his teens the pot was working on his
libido. He felt acutely the rise in his cock. It was
rubbing against the fabric of his jeans in a not unpleasant
way. Absentmindedly he reached down to adjust the hardness
into a more comfortable position. All day he had kept his
shirt on out of some superstitious notion that removing it
might lead to more than he was ready for Now he sat up a
little to tug it off in the darkness. Hesighed again at
how good it felt to feel the little breeze
on his torso. The sweat on his chest meeting the breeze
chilled him some, but he welcomed it after the long hot day.
“I thought you would have done that a long time ago” Paul said.
“What?”
“Taken that shirt off. I can’t take being too hot. Shit,
when I’m home I don’t wear *anything* if I can help it.”
“It wasn’t so hot today”, Jimbo muttered.
“You know what?”, Paul said with a giggle,”I think i’m
going to loose these pants too.”
With that he lifted his butt a few inches off the ground to
push his pants down around his ankles, kicking them off with
his feet. Jimbo knew he was virtually naked now but it was
too dark to tell what color Paul’s jockeys were. He
suspected plain white knowing he usually wore them. This
sudden abandoning of pants had a powerful effect on Jimbo.
His hardness moved from being merely noticeable to urgent
pressure and desire for relief. “Well”,he thought,”theres
not a damned chance of that right now”. He silently urged
his cock to desist but it wasn’t listening. While these
thought were going through his head he got very quiet. His
breathing slowing down in an attempt to relax and ignore
Paul’s sudden nakedness.

“Whatsa matter bud”,Paul asked,”you shy?”

This got Jimbo’s attention.”Kinda”, he replied. He was
thinking that Paul must be very high if he’s ragging me
about not getting naked.

“Man you *are* shit faced”, Jimbo said with a nervous laugh.
“Nah, I just think its cool to be naked in the woods.
Come on Jimbo, try it, you might like it.”

Jimbo knew he was in a bind. It would look odd to be
uptight with his buddy. Why shouldn’t he get naked? It was
just the two of them. On the other hand he had a boner to
end all boners and this he didn’t want Paul to see.
Thinking about this a moment he decided to hope for the
cover of the dark. In a swift move he had his pants off.
It did feel good to be out of them.

“Now isn’t that better”, Paul queried.
“You bet!”

Paul rose to sit on his legs. He scratched his neck and
then his balls. Suddenly he was scratching all over.

“Damn grass”, he exclaimed, “I shoulda left my shirt on.”
“Too late for that now, I didn’t get bare-assed for you
to cop out now”, Jimbo stated.
“Your not bare-assed bud. *This* is bare-assed”, he said
pulling his shorts down and throwing them a few feet away.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting in touch with nature”

Jimbo was completely shocked by this move. Did Paul want
him to follow suit? His thoughts were racing around this
question as well as his complete focus on Paul’s shadowy
cock. The dick was was at half-mast but Paul was seemingly
oblivious to his own hardness. Jimbo on the other hand was
hard as a rock. He had a large calloused hand covering his
prick or at least as much of it as one hand could. Paul had
his attention on something else or probably nothing but the
feel of the cool air on his skin. High, he was just a
receptacle for sensation; a place where all the good
feelings came together. Jimbo was just starting to relax
when Paul turned to him with a grin that spoke volumes.

“Come on man, lose the shorts. I don’t wanta be buck all alone”.

Jimbo made a decision not to take his shorts off. He was
too hard and he was kidding himself if he thought there was
too little light for Paul to notice.

“Tough”, he said,”it wasn’t my idea to prance around in
my birthday suit!”

Paul’s expression changed. Dramatically. His grin went
from mischievous to deeply wicked. He let out a Banshee
yell that could have woke the dead and pounced on Jimbo.
The attack was swift and pointed. He had a patch of Jimbo’s
short in one hand and Jimbo’s arms pinned with the other
hand and his body as he sat on his chest. With one strong
tug the shorts ripped free. Paul howled in triumph.

“Gotcha guy!”, he yelled with a burst of laughter.

Jimbo was still pinned. He was looking up into Paul’s
smiling face; hearing his good humor and playfulness. He
responded with a spontaneous outpouring of tears. The
boy-man was too overwhelmed with his emotions: his love of
Paul, his fear of rejection, his absolute attraction, his
abhorrence of his homosexuality. It was all too much and he
layed there and wept silently. He turned his head to the
side so that Paul wouldn’t see the tears streaming down his
face.Paul slid off him when he realized that Jimbo wasn’t
seeing this as fun. He had seen the beginning of the tears.
Paul was not an insensitive man despite the work he did and
the the life he’d chosen. He knew that something was
happening inside Jimbo’s head that needed to be taken
seriously. He sat on the ground next to Jimbo’s long form.
Clearing his throat a little he asked, “Did I go too far
buddy? I’m really sorry.” Jimbo was recovering some from
the surprise and the overload on his feelings, still he
layed there silently. He knew Paul must have felt his boner
when he was yanking the shorts off his body. What did he
think? He was being very cool right now, trying to not
aggravate Jimbo any more, but what about later? When they
returned to work and the nights out at the bar. Jimbo
didn’t know if he could ever really face Paul again.

Paul didn’t say anything after he apologized to Jimbo. He
thought he had a clue why he was so upset. He *had* felt
the erection. He knew that herb made lots of guys horny
including himself, But it didn’t make you break into tears
over a little playfulness. He realized that Jimbo must be
turned on to him, and didn’t want him to know. It didn’t
take much to put two and two together. He was pretty sure
that his buddy had a raging hard-on for him. Paul was
wasn’t sure what he should do. His thoughts moved to his
boyhood and life with four older brothers and the sex play
between him and them. He thought of the friends he had in
high school and their after school high-jinks.in one or the
others basements. Jacking each other off and the younger
boy who would let them all fuck him in the cellar for a
chance to be with the bigger kids and maybe get a little pot
too. That was a long time ago it seemed to Paul. He had
married and had kids. He wasn’t ashamed of his homosexual
interludes as a teenager. Hell, his brothers and his
buddiesdid it, they had introduced him to it. But Paul
thoughtof it as a thing of the past, not really an option
for theman he had grown up to be. Yet,here was Jimbo with
a hard-on for him. Paul also gave thought to the fact that
Jimbo was not more than a kid despite the wife and son and
the hard work he did to keep his family as well off as
possible. He knew that Jimbo’s boyhood had been cut short
and he felt for him. It was one of the reasons he had gone
to the trouble of befriending him. Why he had spent a
little too much for the extras on this job. The Thai had
cost him more than he could really afford.

Without getting up Paul looked around for the bottle of Jack
that they had taken outside with them. He spied it a couple
of yards away and moved to get it. The bottle was more than
half empty when Paul uncapped it and downed a big gulp. He
set the bottle in front of Jimbo’s face silently. He moved
away again to get his pants. The cigarette pack was still
in the pocket with the last two joints still hidden among
the Marlboros. He retrieved one and lit it with a match.
Taking a long hard drag centered him a little. He moved the
jay to Jimbo’s mouth. He didn’t say a word as he put the
smoking thing between Jimbo’s lips. Jimbo gripped the joint
with his lips and pulled a stream of hot smoke into his
lungs as Paul held onto the joint. Jimbo took a swig of the
bourbon to clear the cotton from his mouth. They repeated
the ritual several more times until the joint was finished.
Jimbo never faced Paul while smoking this peace offering.
He could only think about what an odd gentle gesture this
was and in his shame he was uninclined to speak. Paul had a
made a decision of his own in the last few minutes. He
wanted Jimbo as relaxed as he could be in his obvious fear.
If Paul was right this would be a new loop in his
relationship with Jimbo.

Paul stretched his arm around Jimbo’s naked waist from the
side where he still sat. Jimbo tensed but continued to say
nothing. Paul turned him onto his back and looked down into
his eyes. He saw confusion and pain in them.

“Jimbo?….its alright man. Don’t get hung up.
You dig me don’t you?”
He nodded a yes.
“I’m gonna give you what you want but you can’t tell anyone
ever…ok?”
He nodded again. His breath was coming in short bursts.
Never would have he imagined this outcome. It was absurd
and yet he wanted it more than he could he possibly say.
His cock which had softened after his underwear had been
ripped off was now moving toward new tumescence. He even
managed a weak grin. Paul moved his hands to Jimbo’s chest.
The nipples poking through the matt of fur came between two
fingers on each of Paul’s hands. He rubbed them gently and
felt them get harder. His right hand continued with one
nipple as the left made a circle across Jimbo’s chest and
stomach. Where ever his hand wandered the skin broke into
gooseflesh. Jimbo sighed and closed his eyes. The touch
was un-fucking-believable. His nipple was tingling and he
could feel the touch everywhere. Damn, he thought, even my
teeth are tingling.The other hand was making slow sweeps
over his whole body. Jimbo felt his cock like he never had
before. Its swelling had all his attention. Paul was
sitting over his legs now and Jimbo’s cock poking him in
thebelly whenever he bent over to stroke some portion of
hischest or face. Likewise Jimbo could feel Paul’s cock
ticking his stomach. It was big but Jimbo marvelled how
much larger his own cock was. He thought of the those of
the locker rooms scenes briefly.

Paul was doing his best to arouse Jimbo. He knew what felt
good to himself and he knew that he made love to his wife
with some skill. He turned over this knowledge to Jimbo
with every touch. Jimbo’s bucking hips showed he was doing
a swell job. He would semi-lay on Jimbo while stroking him.
The pressure on Jimbo’s cock and the touch of his stomach
made Jimbo acutely aware of his hardness and he press his
dick into the warm flesh and hair of Paul’s belly. Each
time he would groan in pleasure and frustrations both. Just
this so smooth touching of his body was making him ache to
come. His balls had drawn up as soon as his nipples has
been touched. Now he was in a near frenzy to shoot, but
Paul was still doing fine things to him with his hands, He
hadn’t even touched Jimbo’s cock yet. Jimbo was bucking his
cock at Paul with increasing agitation.
“Relax guy, we’re just getting started.”
With that he slid off Jimbo’s legs and moved to his side.
He bent down to Jimbo’s chest and with a wet tongue began to
lick a firm tit. Again the hands began to work. One hand
making travels over the skin while the other tweaked the
parallel nipple. Paul went on like this for several
minutes, his tongue working the nipple until it was coated
in saliva and Jimbo was squirming. Paul switched nipples
and now his chest was draped over Jimbo’s. Jimbo could feel
Paul’s hairy torso, hot and a little sweaty. Paul slowly
worked a hand down his buddy’s body until it rested on his
abdomen making small circles around the navel. Never
letting the nipple alone his hand made its way to the furry
space just above Jimbo’s ever swelling member.He stroked the
hairs like he was feeling a fine piece of cloth. He
pointedly avoided the hardness just below his
fingers;ignored Jimbo’s growls of pleasure and need.
Instead he explored the crevices between the thighs, Lightly
touching the fine hair he found there, so different from
the wiry pubics that it could have belonged to a different
person. In the dim light Paul glanced at the cock that was
so near to hand. At the tip was an amazingly big drop of
pre-come. In fact the whoel head of the prick was
glistening in the moonlight with the slickness escaping
Jimbo’s cock. Paul used one finger to touch the very tip of
the his friend’s tool. Ever so lightly he touched it so
that his fingertip gathered a small spot of Jimbo’s leakage.
He put the finger to his tongue. He had tasted his own come
before. Sometimes he would lick it from his fingers after
jerking-off had tasted it on his wife. Jimbo’s was really
not very different, maybe a little sweeter. Jimbo saw this
amazing action and sensed what might be to come. He let out
a whimper of delight. He had been passive all this time,
enjoying the exploration of his form. Now he moved to
reciprocate a bit. His focus was narrowed by curiosity to
Paul’s cock. He recalled the locker room scenes, the
awkwardness with the other boys. He’d always known that he
wanted to reach out to those cocks if only to know what they
felt like. Now he was gripping the manhood of the best
friend he had ever known. It felt good and strange and
familiar all at the same time. Paul acknowleged the touch
by moving his cock inside Jimbo’s fist in quick jerks. Paul
lost the last of his inhibitions and began to take small
leaps down Jimbo’s body with his tongue. His mouth was full
of hair as he licked the crevice between the pects. The
soft hair was a road for his lips and tongue to travel. It
led in a straight path toward the stomach where it stretched
out into a wide lake for Paul to take deep draughts. Jimbo
kept a firm grip on the cock in his hand while Paul pursued
his journey. Jimbo could feel the wet trail down his torso
as the light breeze dried it slowly. The tickling tongue
sent shivers through him. Soon he was shivering all over
with euphoria and expectation. Nothing in his knowledge of
sex could have prepared him for this. The adolescent girls
who taken his cock had no savvy; no sense of adventure. Sue
had long ago given up trying to suck his cock. The last of
his growth had come after their marriage and she no longer
attempted his big dick. Here was Paul only inches from
taking him. Paul disengaged his own cock from Jimbo’s hand
to turn himself to a position where he could face the cock
he had every intention of taking down his virgin throat. He
was almost ready and he knew that his buddy was never going
to be more ready. When he first turned he had taken a
position on his knees and legs, standing straight on his
knees.Resting his hands on Jimbo’s belly he smiled down at
him. “This ain’t bad is it”, he asked. “You want me to do
it, don’tya?” Jimbo reached up and stroked Paul’s face and
chest. “Please” Paul backed up a few inches and lowered his
head to just above his buddies fiercely erect cock. His
tongue licked at the head tentatively. He tasted again the
pre-come that had oozed out earlier. He was somewhat
disturbed by the size but commited to following through none
the less. Taking a deep breath he brought as much of the
cock into his mouth as possible. At that Jimbo let go an
amazing growl of absolute awe and rapture. None of his
covert fantasies had prepared him for the bliss that was
rising from his groin. Paul had taken the stunningly large
cock right down to the balls. In an act of sheer will Paul
had found some physical ability he had never guessed. This
was easier than he could have imagined. Once he had his
friends manhood buried in his in his throat he started to
work on it with his tongue at the base. His hard fingers
tickled at Jimbo’s balls and occasionally a finger would
snake its way to the opening of his ass and gently apply
pressure. Then it would tickle around the wrinkled edge
making the fine hair rise with goosegumps. One hand was
moving from one of Jimbo’s nipples to the other, first
squeezing then rubbing. Esch of these delicious touches
hardened Jimbo’s cock yet more. Paul changed his technique
and started to give the big demon of a cock slow licks with
the tip of his tounge. The wedge of tongue moved to cover
every inch. Then he swallowed it whole again and began in
earnest to suck, moving his wet warm mouth and tounge and
lips up and down the shaft paying special attention to the
head on every piston. Jimbo was bucking his hips furiously
in near primal ecstasy. He didn’t wan’t to hurt Paul or
force more more on him than he could bear but it just it
felt so damn good that he found his body reacting almost
without his control. And that finger that had found its way
into his rectum was wiggling, and producing a sensation that
he had never ever dreamed of. No one had ever put anything
up there. The one or two girls who had tried had been
rebuffed, but now he gladly let the digit move and work its
way around. The finger was soon joined by another an his
cock grew painfully erect. He wanted to shoot his load and
his romping hips were nearly spastic, but Paul wouldn’t
increasse the pace to the level that would have been to sure
to bring Jimbo to completion. Instead he slowed down even
more nearly torturing Jimbo with the desire to come. Jimbo
barely felt the third finger make its way into him. He was
absorbed with the infuriating and impossibly blissful action
on his dick. When Paul found his prostate though he thought
he jump out of his skin. Jimbo completely stiffened in
surprise and joy. Paul realized what he had found and
removed his mouth from Jimbo’s cock to prolong the pleasure.
He twirled his fingers slowly inside Jimbo’ ass. Jimbo
lifted his legs without thinking to Paul’s shoulders in
order to let those fingers make thier way without
obstuction. Paul was on his knees staring down into Jimbo’s
enraptuted face and his fingers moved wickedly around inside
his buddy. His other hand was stroking his own cock which
was as hard as it was when he was a horney teenager getting
off in the morning for his first jerk-off of the day. He
bent over and kissed Jimbo a little and edged closer to him.
His cock was only a couple of inches from his busy fingers.
With the free hand he lifted Jimbo from under the small of
his back and slowly removed his fingers. Jimbo made a deep
complaning sound. Paul smothered it with another kiss and
spit a clear stream into his palm. He coated his ccok with
the spittle and then repeated the action, this time forcing
the wetness into Jimbo’s ass. Jimbo grew very quiet and let
all the tension leave his body. His darkest secretest dream
was about to see the realization. As Paul brought Jimbo’s
ass level with his cock Jimbo put his hands on Paul’s back
and stroked lightly, giving Paul unspoken permission to go
ahead. Paul’s cock made a brief sharp pain as it entered
his ass. Jimbo threw his head back as far as it would go
and moved the cock all the way inside. The union was
complete. Paul used his every technique to keep the strokes
going as long as possible. He felt strong and good as
brought Jimbo to a shuddering orgasm. Jimbo’s cock lasted
only a few minutes as Paul’s lovemaking brought him the
completeness he had barely dared envision. His entire book
shook as his orgasm took him. The come shot in white ropes
acoss his stomach and chest and face. He shouted in
tumultuous cries of release and joy. Paul increaed his
tempo till he too could no longer hold back the ache for
release. In forcefull strokes he brought his need to an end
and shot a load deep inside Jimbo’s quivering ass,the ring
of his sphincster still tight from his explosive orgasm.
Paul released his load and the last inhibitions he would
ever have about this form of pleaure. With a deep sigh he
lowered his body ontop of Jimbo, his cock still part-way
inside of his buddy — the best buddy he would ever have he
thought to himself as Jimbo wrapped his legs around him more
intimately. The two men, exhausted, a little drunk still,
fell asleep.

It’s been a long day. I’ve been at work since 8am, and here it’s the
middle of the afternoon and I still haven’t gotten the damn program
working yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention is
suddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah,
that’s right, it’s Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of the
gardening service.

I glance outside at the truck. Hm, it’s a different truck than usual.
There must be a new service this week. Then I get a look at the guy
unloading the lawnmower. Whoa! There must be something about working
outside all day that causes guy to look like that!

He’s a little taller than average height, and well built. Not the
muscled look, but certainly not a weakling either. The kind of muscles
that look like they came from working day by day. He’s wearing a polo
shirt and jeans, and they look tailored for him. He fills them
perfectly. He has wonderful bright hair, a beautiful jaw line, and a
wonderful cleft chin. I can’t see his eyes through the dark glasses
he’s wearing. It’s gonna be difficult to concentrate while he’s
working out there.

I try to get back to work while he starts the lawnmower. After all, it
wouldn’t really be prudent to be staring at the gardener while I’m
supposed to be finishing up this program. I start back looking for
that bug in the program when I see him pushing the lawnmower right by
the window.

I look up. He’s even better looking up close. His forearms are
lightly dusted with slightly darker hair than what is on his head.
He’s freshly shaved, but has that dark stubble look that adds
definition to his face. He looks like he has nice strong hands. My
gaze wanders down the rest of his body, and I’m enjoying what I’m
seeing. Then he’s past the window.

I wait for him to come back and watch him again. On his third pass, I
suddenly realize that he’s watching me as he mows past. Oh, god, has
he caught me watching him? Damn, that’s probably the last I’ll see of
him. The straight guys always seem to run away when they’ve noticed
that you’ve noticed them. No, there he is again. As he gets to the
point on his lawnmowing circuit closest to my window, he stops for a
moment, takes off his sunglasses and wipes his brow, managing to fix me
with a piercing gaze. Ohmigod, his eyes! Toffee brown. I’m gonna
melt. By now, he’s got to have figured out that I find him attractive.
He’s certainly teasing me.

Now that he’s certain he has my attention, he goes back to work and
finishes up the lawn. Now he’s pushing the lawnmower to the back lot
to work out there. His partner comes by with the edge trimmer and
finishes up the lawn. I guess I’ve had my thrill for the day, and now
it’s time for ME to get back to work. About half an hour later, I see
him load the lawnmower back into the truck. He jumps into the
passenger side, but before the truck drives away, he looks back at my
window. He’s still wearing those sunglasses, so I don’t know if he’s
actually looking at me, but I certainly hope so…

It’s Wednesday again. I’m really looking forward to the lawnmower’s
visit. I’m in the middle of a major editing session when I hear the
truck pull up. I make sure to save the files, in case I get, um,
interrupted while he’s here.

This time, he’s wearing some kind of baseball jersey/t-shirt. Looks
like it has a team name on the front, for some kind of softball team.
Well, that’s certainly a good way to keep in shape. He turns to set
the mower on the lawn, and I see that there’s something written across
the back as well. It says “Andy”. Hm, well, since I know no better,
I’ll assume that’s his name.

This time, I’m not so coy about watching him. The office is pretty
much deserted; the only other person around is working on the other
side of the room with his headphones on. He’s too wrapped up in what
he’s working on to even notice that I’m in the room, much less zoning
on some guy.

Andy seems to appreciate my watching him. He’s taking his time to make
sure the job is done thuroughly. He’s making sure to mow the entire
lawn very carefully, especially the parts outside of my window. Every
now and again, he stops to stretch his back or his arms or his legs.
He’s showing off outrageously, and one look at his face shows that he
knows it. What a flirt.

He’s done too soon, and again he must leave. I sigh, but thinking
about what might be in store for next week keeps me feeling good for
the next few days…

It’s sweltering outside. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to
leave your car windows open just so that you won’t bake when you drive
back home. Fortunately, the tempermental air conditioning for the
building has decided to work today. It’s going to be a long day again
for me, as I have the extreme pleasure of trying to get my programs to
integrate with a bunch of other people’s programs. We’re supposed to
ship the product next week, so there’s a major deadline crunch. I
really need a break. And I’m not all that interested in coffee.

Right on schedule, there’s the truck. He jumps out of the cab and
walks back to the rear of the truck. He’s being very cocky today, but
I can’t help but catch that infectious grin of his. The guy at the
desk next to mine is noticing me staring, but today I don’t care.

As “Andy” starts the mower going, I see that he’s wearing a white
t-shirt today. He turns the corner, and I see what’s written on the
back. It says “For a good time…” followed by a phone number. Is
this for real? Is he actually giving me his phone number? I’m in
shock. Staring at him through the office window is one thing, but
actually calling him and talking is something I hadn’t even thought of
except in my wildest of fantasies. But then, he stops and looks right
at me, challenging me. Do I take the risk?

I grab a piece of paper and quickly write the number down. Apparently,
he sees me, as he starts back to his mowing. I think, I must be crazy,
actually thinking of calling a complete stranger.

About half of the way through his circuit, he stops. He must be
awfully hot out there, cause I can see the sweat dripping off of his
chin. He’s thinking the same thing. Then he pulls his shirt over his
head. Wow, he should be modelling. A light dusting of hair covers his
chest and trails down his belly. His firm pecs pull as he stretches
his arms overhead. To hell with work, I’d better be concerned about
keeping the proverbial drool out of my keyboard!

Again, it’s he’s done too soon. As the gardening service is packing up
to leave, he carefully hangs his shirt from the truck’s mirror. He
made sure to leave the number and the message easily readable. He
grabs his shirt and he and his partner climb back into the truck and
take off, leaving me with a major dilema. Do I dare call?

Well, I’ve decided. Tomorrow is Saturday, and my front yard could use
some work. I’ll call “Andy” up and ask if he does house calls. It
takes me an hour or so, but I finally get the nerve up to call.

“Hello, Handy Andy’s Gardening, can I help you?”

Hm, it’s a young voice; it could be him.

“Um, yeah, I hear you do really good work, and I was wondering if you
do private houses as well as corporate gardening. You see, my front
yard is really bad, and I don’t have the tools to take care of it.” I
shut up since I realize that I’m babbling.

“Yeah, but only on weekends.”

“Great! How about tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s kinda busy, but I guess I could at least stop by and see
how much work it’s going to be.”

We agree to a time to meet and I give him my address and phone number.
I thank him, and then hang up. It was all I could do to keep my voice
under control.

It’s Saturday morning now, and I hear a truck pulling up in front of my
house. I live in a small house, but it has a huge yard, both front and
back. The front is arranged well, but I’ve let it grow a bit wild,
since I really have no luck with plants. The back yard is a total
jungle. I don’t entertain much, so I don’t bother worrying about it.

I look out the front windows. It’s his truck, and he’s alone. I guess
on weekends he works by himself. He gets out of the truck and walks up
to the front door. Before he has a chance to ring the bell, I open the
door. He stands there, slightly surprised at having the door opened so
suddenly, but he recovers quickly. Then he recognizes me, and he
starts to smile, and his eyes get that twinkly look. Wow, just like
from the comics.

“Handy Andy, at your service,” he says with a grin.

“Hi, Andy, I’m Jim. Glad to meet you…” I say.

He’s wearing short shorts today with a large T-shirt with some mountain
climbing gear logo along with a pair of nylon hiking shoes. He looks
around the front yard, and I can see him summing up the amount of work
it needs. “Looks like it’s run wild for a few months, eh? Well, it’s
lucky for you that I don’t really have that heavy of a schedule today.”

“Why don’t you come on in, and we can discuss what needs to be done
first?”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to kinda take a free hand at it. I
guarentee you won’t be disappointed.”

I decide to follow his lead. “Sure, go ahead.” We shake on it.

He starts to unload his truck. I offer to help, but he nicely says
that I’m paying him to do his work (I’d forgotten I was supposed to pay
him) and that I should just sit back and relax while he gets to it. He
points to the chair on the porch and suggests that I sit back and read
the paper or something. As if I’ll be able to concentrate on the paper
with him working so nearby. Reluctantly, I comply with his wishes.

He starts working on the yard. It’s wonderful to be able to sit on my
porch and watch a sexy man work while he’s aware that I’m watching him.
He begins with the hedges, trimming them neatly along the walk. The he
attacks the flower bed, clearing out the dead growth and encouraging
the plants to flower more. The day is a warm one, and before too long,
his shirt is damp from sweat.

“Would you like something cool to drink, Andy? I have a couple of cold
beers, if you’d like. Also, some fruit juices and soda.”

“That would be great. You got any lemonaide? That would really be
great right now.”

Just my luck, I had made some the day before. I went inside and poured
out a couple of glasses worth and brought them back out, handing one to
him. He takes a few quick gulps. “Thanks, Jim, that REALLY hit the
spot. It is a bit warm out here, isn’t it? Would you mind if I take
this off?” He pulls at his shirt.

“No, not at all, go ahead…” I stammer.

He winks at me, and pulls the shirt over his head slowly. I am really
turned on by his sensuousness, and I think he’s quite aware of it.
“Hold on to this for me?” he asks, handing me his shirt.

I take it, and let him get back to work. I return to my chair, holding
his shirt in my lap. He has a very masculine smell to him, and his
odor clings to his sodden shirt.

After a couple of hours, he finally fishes up the front yard. It
hasn’t looked this good since well before I moved in. He’s done an
excellent job, worth a great deal more than we had agreed upon. He
joins me on the porch.

“Well, what do you think?” he asks.

“It’s incredible! I’m going to be the envy of all of my neighbors with
the job you’ve done!”

“Thanks, I enjoyed it. It’s a very interesting yard. I’m trained as a
landscape architect, but I’m not done with my degree. It’s not often I
have a chance to do much more than simple gardening.”

“You really have a good eye for it; it shows. Now come on inside.
It’s a lot cooler indoors, and you look as thought you could use a
rest.” I hold the door open for him. He thanks me and enters the
house.

I’m right behind him, but as I cross from the outside glare to the
relative darkness of the interior, he grabs me and presses his body up
against mine. His body odor engulfs me as he locks his lips to mine.
We kiss, but it’s more intense t han any other kiss I’ve ever had. The
door’s wide open, but I don’t care. My entire world is now just him
and myself and the kiss we’re sharing.

Ten minutes and a subjective eternity later, we part. “I’ve been
wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” I tell him.

“You too, eh? I was so afraid that you’d never call me. I’ve never
done anything that crazy before. Imagine getting a t-shirt made with
my phone number…”

“I’m glad you did,” I say as I kiss him again. “Let’s get you into a
shower,” I tell him. He grins mischieviously as I lead him to the
bathroom.

Once there, I peel his short off his body. He has a beautiful body,
better than my fantasies of him. He helps me to undress and we get
into the shower. One of the nicest features, in my mind, about the
house I’m renting is the huge shower that it has. We made ample use of
it, draining my hot water tank. My hands explore every inch of his
body and he explores my body just as thuroughly. He starts to kiss me
on my face and my neck. He chews on my ear and whispers “I think I see
a way that you can pay me for my services…”

“Which services?” I ask. “Your gardening, or…” He laughs and kisses
me again.

Once the water starts to get too chilly we quickly towel each other
dry. I lead him to my bed and we both climb under the covers. For the
next four hours, we make very passionate love. When evening comes, I
ask him, “Do you have anywhere else you needed to be today?”

“Well, when I told you that my schedule was busy, I kinda stretched the
truth. About all I had planned was a bad porno and an evening of
frustration.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” I tell him and I attack his body
again.

It’s Sunday morning. I have gotten up early and decided to make
breakfast for both of us. I put the coffee on, cut up some fruit, and
am making breakfast when Andy walks into the kitchen. He puts his arms
around my waist and pulls me into another kiss.

“Morning,” I try to say, but it comes out more like “mrglflng”. He
laughs.

“Breakfast, what a great idea!” he says.

“It’ll just be a minute.” I tell him.

He grabs a slice of canteloupe and munches on it while he takes a tour
of the kitchen. “I love your place,” he tells me. “Can I take a look
out back?”

“Sure,” I say, “but be careful. It’s kind of a jungle out there.”

He comes back inside after a few minutes and says “Yes, it’s really
overgrown. Looks like I’ll have lots of work ahead.”

I start to tell him that I didn’t expect him to do that as well, but he
silences me with a finger on my lips.

“Hey, I have to tell my boss something when I keep coming over here…”
he says with a devilish grin…

“Hello, have a good nap?” I said.

Andrew, without a word turned over to lay his chest across my
chest and his head on my shoulder. He began to whimper. Tears rolled
out of his eyes. I brought my arms around him hugged him and kissed
him to help ease his pain,

“Ok, ok, son. It’s ok. Take it easy.” I said. “What’s the
matter, my friend?”

“I.. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Came the
reply. “You are a new friend, and now you’re not going to like me
anymore because I made a mess on your bed.”

It wasn’t making sense his reasoning, but I told him that I do
this type of thing too, and a mess can be cleaned up. We talked a
little more and Andrew calmed down, quickly. His tears gave way to
smiles, and my penis was beginning to straighten out again. I wanted
to lie there naked with Andrew on my chest, hugging him forever.

I had the remote control for the camera and a small medicine
dropper in the drawer of the night stand next to my bed and I got that
out. Andrew’s hiney was still slick from the hand cream. I instructed
him to relax, lay on his side for a minute, and I would guide him all
the way. I took the medicine dropper and inserted it into his little
anus as far as it would go without hurting him. I could feel his
little shaft getting hard again, and breathing showing excitement in
its’ rhythm. I reached for the hand cream and finger cot again and
turned over on my side to plaster my ass with the cream all over and
into the crevasse. I then reached down for Andrew’s shaft to check the
hardness, stroked it gently, and placed the finger cot on it. The fit
was perfect. Andrew’s shaft filled the finger cot nicely.

“What is that?” Andrew asked.

“It’s protection for both of us.” I said. “Trust me.”

I aimed the remote control at the camera and pushed “RECORD”
and turned over on my stomach, adjusted my member to a comfortable
position and began to instruct Andrew again.

“Now Andrew,” I said, “I want you to lie face down directly on
top of me so that you are in line with me. Put your head on my
shoulder and lay your front end in the crack of my hiney.”

Andrew did as he was told. He didn’t horse around at all. I
reached under myself with my right hand and clamped my fingers around
my now stiff penis. I reached back and found Andrew’s little hard
shaft with the rubber finger cot on it and guided it further into my
slippery crevasse. I adjusted myself so that my anus was in position
to receive his little shaft. Then I guided it in as far as it would
go. I have had fingers and various objects up my ass, but never a
wiggling, alive, warm, full of energy nineteen year old, 4″ long by
1/2″ across, cute, wonderful, little shaft.

I instructed Andrew to move his hips up and down to force his
shaft in and out of my anus. As he did, I moved my hips synchronizing
his every move. My nerves were singing. My shaft was sliding in and
out of my clenched fist and I could feel the pent up energy wanting to
get out of my penis. It didn’t take long before Andrew was breathing
heavy again. I could feel the tenseness of his shaft in my anus. He
was pumping as hard as he could. The crescendo was rising in his
loins, and I took a chance to connect with his senses for the moment.

“Boom!”…..I couldn’t stand it. Andrew couldn’t stand it.
The energy was too great. I sensed his Life Force flowing out of his
glands and into his little shaft. I felt the same thing happening in
my own body. With one more powerful down stroke, Andrew released his
Life Force into my ass held back by the protective finger cot. I
released my Life Force at the same time, into my fist and onto the
sheets.

We lay there for some time without moving. Andrew’s breathing
had eased with one sigh of relief. Andrew was asleep again there on
top of me with his softening little shaft still stuck in my rectum. I
reached back and pulled the top sheet over us, put the camera in
“STANDBY” and fell back to sleep for about another hour. I was
completely relaxed and at peace with myself. Full of emotion and love
for Andrew, knowing he now had some love and compassion for me.

The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual couplings:
we blotted ourselves with tissues which Lars produced. He wriggled
back into his jeans, I wriggled back into my clothes, while he went to
the loo to tidy himself up. he re-emerged looking immaculate (and
stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after
this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft landed, and we went
our separate ways – he had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden. A
quick handshake and a coy smile as we parted; “till next time!” I went
through immigration and customs in a post-coital daze. Sadly our paths
have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would
ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming
together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an im-
possible place?

We woke up pantless and trouserless still under our blanket. The
movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a few
minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon
had pumped yet another generous load of cum into his willing and
inviting hole. Not being satisfied with basic membership of the “Six
Mile high Club” we had even found time for a second helping.

He sighed and shuddered and his hips moved gently and rhythmi-
cally. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was
not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to
perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; he thrust hard
against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desper-
ately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into him as
quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to
prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly,
so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruci-
ating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that
the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until
the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour
the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow trav-
eller. I forced my left hand between his waist and the seat until my
it could reach past his bush and grip his throbbing cock jutting out
like a red hot poker which I correctly guessed would fire his climax.
We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement
that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passen-
gers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each
other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome
attention. I could feel his muscles pulling and rippling at my strain-
ing hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into him with as much force as
I could manage. He had superb muscular co-ordination and was able to
achieve what few boys I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of
sucking me into him with muscular ripples of his anal ring.

Lars unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them, still under the
blankets. “Please..” he moaned – “please..” – I felt the same way. he
turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed his shapely bum
against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I
twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the val-
ley between his buns; it was a similar position as if he was sitting
on my lap. I could probe his arse with my dick. He arched his back and
raised his right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis,
he guided it into the mouth of his soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock
slid smoothly into his firm warm tunnel. I cupped both his breasts
with my hands and pulled him hard against me to penetrate as deep as
possible.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an air-
plane full of people but quite another to remove the garments neces-
sary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to
release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could
we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering back-
wards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not eas-
ily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensa-
tion on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent
behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force
down his tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else
in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my
straining rod into the depths of his warm, eager arse. But trivial
problems like tight jeans, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and un-
yielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.