(EG) DOUG'S VENT (Book 2/2)
Written By: Bill Fore
Illustrated By: Eduardo
92. BOOK 1 / 2
93. I'd certainly like to have taken Christopher's place the night before. I was in the kitchen eating some cereal when the door to the guestroom opened. I was startled, because it was fairly late and I'd just presumed they had gone. Ron came into the kitchen wearing some half-buttoned up Levi cut-off's and nothing else. His hair was all tossed and he was looking very masculine and unshaven. He saw me on his way to the refrigerator. "Hey, Doug. How you doin'?" I got up and we shook three ways and high fived. "Hi, Ron. How you doin'?" He was really friendly and pulled up a chair, indicating I should sit back down. "Had a little party last night. I crashed in your bro's room because the fuckin' guy who rooms at my place had his broad over."
95. "I don't do windows," I said. Ron was really friendly. I got him his toast and sat back down with him. He talked about working out and how good I looked, repeating a couple of the things he'd said to Christopher the night before. "Thanks for the compliment, Ron. I was just telling my friend Brian yesterday that you were the most perfectly developed guy I'd ever seen. Everything just right. It's kind of my goal when I work out -- lookin' like you."
96. Ron grinned broadly. "Fuck, man -- you cook, do housework and say all the right stuff. I fucked up with Alice. I shoulda married you!" We laughed. I wanted to say something about maybe being better in bed, too, but decided against it.
Christopher came into the kitchen wrapped in a towel. Ron said, "Hey, Chris -- I just found the best restaurant. Terrific food, great service -"
Christopher looked at me. "How come I don't get that kind of service, Douglas?" I glanced up at him. We weren't close and had never been in to teasing each other, but I said, "Cause you're old, tired and ugly -- and besides, you're my older brother and should be serving me." I'd finished eating, so when Ron went to take his shower I left Christopher with his bowl of cereal and split to finish my chores.
I had to work from noon to nine that day. Brian had to work until eight, so I made a deal to pick him up at his house when I got off.
98. We were just going to go cruising and hang out, but I was messy from work and it had been a very hot, humid day. We stopped by my house so I could shower.
I noticed how much Brian eyed me when I was standing around naked, drying myself. Maybe Ron was right. Maybe Brian liked guys better than girls. I watched him out of the corner of my eye in the mirror.
"You been workin' out a lot extra, Doug?", Brian asked. I turned to him, bare ass naked, and flexed. "Look like it?" He gave me a lot of compliments and I stayed naked while deciding on something to wear so I could give Brian a better chance to look.
99. I told Brian he looked great, too -- said his abs were a lot tighter and he ate it up. Actually, he was a really good looking guy and the girls always said he was sexy. (I always agreed, but not out loud.) I'd determined to use the idea's I'd learned from Ron while watching their show the previous night. I fondled my balls a few times and flopped my cock around, stretching it out with both hands a couple of times right in front of Brian. I told him we'd better score that night because I was really horny.
100. "Shee-it, Doug -- who we gonna score with? It's summer, man. All the broads I know are out of town." I looked at him and smirked. "How 'bout your sister, Angela?" He gave me a gagging look, grabbing at his neck dramatically.
"There's gotta be at least one cunt left in town," I said.
He watched me while I pulled on some tight shorts with no underwear, stuffing my cock down one leg. "What do ya mean, one, Doug? We'll need two." I kidded, "Naw -- one's all we need. You can watch. Maybe learn something."
"There's gotta be at least one cunt left in town," I said.
He watched me while I pulled on some tight shorts with no underwear, stuffing my cock down one leg. "What do ya mean, one, Doug? We'll need two." I kidded, "Naw -- one's all we need. You can watch. Maybe learn something."
There was nothing at the video store that interested me, since I had other things on my mind. Brian seemed preoccupied, too.
We didn't rent anything.
"Feels better when someone else touches 'em," he said.
"Oh, god -- yours -- no comparison."
"Uuummm," I said. It really did feel great. His hand moved over my stomach. My big, swollen cockhead was laying right in my navel and his fingers came very close. "Oh, god, Bri -- don't stop. I'll do it to you the same way." He propped himself up on an elbow beside me to get a better look. His hand moved all over my chest and stomach again.
107. Each time his hand moved lower it came closer to my palpitating prick. He ran his
fingers very lightly over my thighs and hips I whispered, "Shit, man – it's fuckin' awesome." Brian continued touching me but still avoided any contact with my cock and balls. I decided to pick up the pace.
I got up on my knees beside him. "Okay, your turn again." Brian laid back. I reached for his chest and began lightly rubbing his nipples. I'd bought a bottle of "Aloe Vera Lotion" after work, just like Christopher and Ron had used.
his chest and stomach. Brian just laid there watching me. Both of us still had roaring erections and mine was sticking straight out from my lap.
It was awkward working from the side so I moved Brian's legs apart and knelt between them facing his upper body. I added another handful of the lotion and began moving over his stomach, his hips, and down his thighs to his knees. When my hands moved back up his legs I began brushing lightly against his balls.
It was a hell-of-a-lot more fun doing than just watching. I poured more lotion into my hand and then, just as I'd seen Ron do the night before, I wiped my lotion covered hand off right on Brian's boner. He seemed a little shocked. Using both hands I began rubbing the sticky solution all over his cock and balls, down between his legs and between his asscheeks. I lubed his pulsing pole with one hand as my fingers slipped up and down his ass grove and over his anus with the other.
It was really different jacking him off. His cock was smaller and much more "boney." Mine always seemed to have a layer of muscle that made it more of a handful. I even had to grasp Brian's boner differently than I handled mine.
His body stiffened!
It was a sight to behold! To be personally responsible for another person's orgasm was an unexpectedly big thrill. I rubbed my hands over him more, mixing the "Aloe Vera" and "Brian" lotions together and massaging the mixture into his skin. My hands moved back to stroke his oily organ and work some more on his balls and ass crack. His body continued to writhe under my touch so I just continued, finally fisting his well-
greased cock with one hand while using my other to gently squeeze his balls, work over his tender nipples, chest and stomach.
111. It took a couple of minutes until I knew his body was relaxed and the afterglow was over. Then I wiped Brian off as best I could with a big, slightly damp bath towel. As I was finishing he seemed to be coming back to life and started touching me.Finally, Brian started to get up. "Okay, Doug -- your turn."
He repeated what I'd done to him almost exactly, kneeling between my knees and rubbing big gobs of lotion all over me. His prick had gone soft for a while after his eruption, but now I saw it creeping up in front of him as he worked me over. By the time he'd put the big glob of lotion on my cock and had begun to rub it in, he was fully hard again.
Who-eee! Except for some limited fooling around on dates and the touching Brian and I had done before, nobody else had ever really handled my equipment before but me.
111. It took a couple of minutes until I knew his body was relaxed and the afterglow was over. Then I wiped Brian off as best I could with a big, slightly damp bath towel. As I was finishing he seemed to be coming back to life and started touching me.Finally, Brian started to get up. "Okay, Doug -- your turn."
He repeated what I'd done to him almost exactly, kneeling between my knees and rubbing big gobs of lotion all over me. His prick had gone soft for a while after his eruption, but now I saw it creeping up in front of him as he worked me over. By the time he'd put the big glob of lotion on my cock and had begun to rub it in, he was fully hard again.
Who-eee! Except for some limited fooling around on dates and the touching Brian and I had done before, nobody else had ever really handled my equipment before but me.
I had the most violent orgasm I'd ever experienced in my young life. Hot cum flew everywhere! Brian did to me as I did to him, continuing to fondle and stroke me until I had clearly unloaded every last drop. Then -- his hands went to work smearing my cum, sweat and lotion until the concoction covered my body. He tweaked my nipples, working his fingers over the ripples in my stomach, running his hands over my tender balls and inner thighs, and – finally starting again to stroke my palpitating prick.
I'd never showered with anyone else before, and I thought it was wonderful.
We cleaned up the room a bit, changed the sheets, and then crawled back in together.
That got us both to produce another woody.
117. That inspired Brian to lay on the floor, stretch for a few seconds, and then show me something he said he'd been working on for a couple of weeks. He boldly jacked his cock back up to a full erection, and then, laying on his back, he flipped his legs over his head and slowly got himself to the point where he could lick his own cockhead.
I'd never even thought of such an act so I tried to do the same thing on the
futon.
118. Brian said I needed a hard surface, so I got on the floor beside him. I had always been more into gymnastics than Brian, and sometimes people thought I was double jointed. I did what Brian did and discovered I could get at least an inch of my own cock in my mouth without much pain or trouble.
Brian was surprised. He said he'd worked a long time to just be able to touch his with his tongue. "I guess you got another advantage, Doug -- you got probably, ah -- maybe two -- probably two and a half more inches than me."
They didn't do that to each other. You'll never tell me they did." I was feeling
bold. "I'll bet you a hundred clams they do, and I can prove it, too?" Brian challenged me. "How?", he said, very skeptically. I smiled. "Oh, I've got my ways. Wanna bet?" He looked at me quizzically. "Not a hun, Doug -- but I don't see how you can prove anything."
"You can't prove it. How can you? You got pictures?" I smiled, being coy. "We got a deal or what?" He was quiet for a few seconds. "What if you lose, Doug? What then?" I grinned. "I lose -- then I blow you!"
He looked at me for probably thirty seconds, thinking. "Well, we were talking about this stuff bein' queer, and you said Ron and Chris did it, and like -- almost everybody in world does it. So -- if you can't prove it and you lose, then I'll still think we're doin' something bad." I turned a bit, testing him.
121. "Okay, fine! No proof, no video show -- we'll just drop it." He looked at me, astonished. "You -- you got a video?"
I put my fingers to my lips. "No so loud, Bri. This is top secret stuff," I whispered. I told him he'd never see anything if he wasn't sworn to absolute secrecy. He was really excited now. "Is it good? I mean, can you really see 'em doin' it?" I was in the drivers seat. "Doin' what, Bri?" He was getting frustrated. "You know -- what we were talkin' about. Ah -- suckin'." I smiled. "Only sucking? That all you want to see. I'll have to do a little editing if that's all you want." His eyes were big. "They were doing more than suckin' and you can really actually see it?"
122. I talked to Brian about how he'd have to be really cool and not ever look like anything was different when he was around Ron or Christopher. He swore on his grandmother's grave and then went so far as to promise me he'd do with me everything he'd actually see Ron and Christopher clearly doing on the tape. I told Brian to go to the bathroom for a minute, count to ten, and then come back. I didn't ever want anyone to see my secret hiding place. Brian walked down the hall to the bathroom with his hard on pointing the way. I scrambled into the closet, and got out the tapes. I was loading the first one into the video recorder when he got back.
123. Even though nobody was expected home that night, I stopped to be sure the bedroom door was locked. Brian was beside himself with curiosity. I rewound the first tape, and
during the two minutes it took Brian asked lots of questions. My answer to most was, "just watch." Brian laid his bare ass naked body on the side of the futon nearest the TV
set with his erect prick very much in my view. I laid beside him and pressed "play" on the remote. I made sure the sound wasn't too loud.
on "the long, thin dong." "I'm as big as Chris, and I think mine's bigger around."
the lotion on to Christopher's cock and it had fully expanded, Brian seemed like he'd almost stopped breathing.
We watched as Christopher and Ron did a little drinking, got into position to jack each other off, and then began fingering each other's assholes. The picture on the TV screen was clear and absolutely perfect. (Thank god for "Extra Hig Grade" tape, eh?) Brian was mesmerized. I continued to lightly run my hand over his side as he faced the TV set.
127. Christopher leaned forward and kissed Ron's hip, near the tattoo and inches from Ron's huge erection. Brian asked, "Geez -- he gonna suck him?" I patted Brian's thigh. "Watch!" Christopher's explosion was very graphic and full-screen. The voices and words from the TV set were as clear as a bell. I moved my hand over Brian's stomach. His body lurched. As Christopher began jacking on Ron's big cock and Ron was loudly prompting him to finger fuck him at the same time, Brian's body contracted like he was having a seizure, and -- he blew another load. He didn't lay back or turn away from the TV for even a second. It was almost as if he didn't know he'd shot his wad. At that point Brian glanced back at me for just a second. "Holy shit, Dougie, this is fuckin' wild." He patted my leg, then turned back to the screen. "Do they do more stuff?", he asked. I just said, "Watch."
128. We did! Ron came back into the picture, Christopher left, showered quickly, then returned. I wondered how Brian would react to what was coming.
Christopher and Ron talked a while, then started hugging, and soon Christopher had rolled on top of Ron and they started kissing. I leaned forward and kissed Brian's shoulder. When Ron and Christopher began mouth-to-mouth kissing, and then that turned in to deep French kissing, Brian again seemed to be totally stunned. He silently watched as they humped together. We could clearly see tongues in mouths sometimes when Christopher rolled his head from side to side.
129. Brian moved his hand back behind him and touched my hard pointer. I ran my hand lightly over his side and chest, still lightly kissing his shoulder. On the screen, Christopher was starting to kiss down Ron's body, sucking nipples and licking his chest. I moved my fingers over Brian's sensitive nipples, and that caused Brian to start slow, deliberate strokes on my rigid cock. Christopher had moved down so that his ass hung over the end of the bed and his mouth was moving all around Ron's cock. "God, Doug -- he's gonna suck him, isn't he?", Brian whispered. I ran my hand over Brian's stomach. "You'll see!"
130. And -- he did! Christopher sucked, Ron's leg flipped up on Christopher's back, and from time to time we could clearly see the fingers fucking Ron's willing ass. The scene was absolutely wild! Brian and I were stroking each other and I was barely able to hold off a shot. Brian didn't hold off. I felt his cock pulsing in my hand and then another few wads of cum spewed from his randy cannon.
While he was cumming he began jacking me more violently and I soon blew a load of hot cream all over us.
A few seconds later the screen went blank. I was startled until I realized the tape was automatically rewinding and that we'd come to the end of the first tape. I got a towel and cleaned us up.
131. Brian and I wiped the goo from his body and the sheets beside him, and then he took the towel and wiped me off, too.
Brian wanted to hug a little. We pressed together, face to face and body to body. I daringly kissed his cheek, a little longer and harder than I'd ever done it before. He kissed me back. Sometime later we'd progressed from cheeks to lips. It was a very far out experience for me, actually kissing another guy on the lips. We kissed for a few minutes but neither of us dared initiate the French stuff.
"There's more?" I sat on the edge of the futon rewinding tape two and putting the first one in the right box. It was clear that Brian had been turned on and wanted to do something on his own. His fingers moved over my hardening spear and his lips moved from my face to my chest. He was kneeling beside me on the futon so I reached for his cock. His lips moved back to mine. "Later," he whispered. He moved around so that I couldn't reach his genitals and slipped down to the floor between my knees. I realized he was about to recreate what he'd just seen Christopher do to Ron.
Once in a while I felt the slight scrape of teeth on my cockshaft, but it was the first time I'd ever experienced having a hot mouth on my sausage so I didn't much notice Brian's lack of training. He seemed to remember what he'd just seen because one of his hands moved under my balls to play with my asshole. The sensations were beyond my expectations. When you watch somebody else doing something and try to recreate what's happening with your own hand, you just don't do it justice. Brian's inexperienced mouth was absolutely awesome in comparison with anything I could do for self stimulation.
134. A finger slipped past my sphincter and into my rectum. Brian didn't use any lube, so there was a moment of pain. If anything, that added to the overall package of sensations. Brian was holding my cockstem between two fingers now, keeping it in position for his mouth. Every once in a while he would swirl his tongue around my delicate cockhead a few times, and then slip his mouth over the huge plum and go down on me until my cock touched the back of his mouth.
At first he only went half way down the stem. As he got more and more accustomed to the big intruder slipping down his throat he went a little further.
It was all I could take. I warned him a lot! "Watch out, Bri -- I'm gonna cum!" Brian hadn't seen Christopher swallow Ron's cum. The tape had stopped before that had happened. So Brian pulled his mouth off my cock and finished the prompting with a two-fingered, thirty second jack off session.
136. I nodded. Voices had started coming from the TV set and Brian turned to listen.
Christopher was telling Ron about his first experiences in the Army and was asking if Ron thought it was gay. Brian listened very intently. When Ron said, "Fuck labels," Brian turned to me, smiled and said, "Right on!" He gave me a big hug. Then, as you'll probably remember, Ron asked Christopher to fuck him. Holy shit, I thought Brian would faint.
As we watched the TV I'm sure Brian didn't blink once. Brian leaned forward toward the TV set hoping for an even better view as Ron straddled Christopher, they thoroughly greased each other up, and then Ron settled down on Christopher's long, hard poker.
137. I moved up closer against Brian's back with my hardon pressed against his upper thigh. As we watched the scene and snuggled together, Brian lifted a leg, reached under the leg below his balls, and pulled my big pointer up between his legs just under his balls.
On the screen, Christopher was fucking Ron and they had fallen to their sides. Brian absently fondled his balls and my cockhead as he stared at the tube. They'd changed position so that Christopher was on top and Ron was bent double, taking Christopher's long thin probe deeply. Our view was almost perfect as we saw down between their bodies.
138. Their fucking grew more active. Their bodies pounded together with Christopher using intense in-and-out, plus hip swiveling grinding motions. Their verbal exclamations added to the terrific turn on of watching the scene.
Brian couldn't believe his eyes. We watched the big finale in a front to back clinch.
My front was pressed against Brian's back, with my cock pressed up between his legs and under his balls. I stroked his nipples, chest and stomach. Brian was still blankly fondling his own balls and my cockhead.
139. We watched until they started cleaning up each other. I turned the TV off, we turned off the lights and laid side-by-side, face to face. Started rewinding the tape. Brian turned to face me. We cuddled and kissed a bit on the cheek. I said, "Well -- do I win?" He looked at me a long time. "Guess I've got a lot of livin' to do, Dougie. I've never even thought about some of the stuff they did."
After a few minutes Brian asked me if I'd ever thought about guys fucking. I told him I'd wondered a lot about it since I first saw the tape. He was still absently fondling my cock. "I don't know if I could ever handle havin' this thing in my ass." "How 'bout the other way around?" He looked at me. "Geez, that sounds really wild." I said I'd like to try it the next time we got together.
140. Brian thought Christopher had made the tape and I'd just found it. It was better that way, and I couldn't do anything without blowing my cover.
Brian was still sleeping when I got up on Sunday morning. I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and went to the kitchen to feed the cat – and myself. I had been sitting at the kitchen table with my cereal and my thoughts when I heard the guestroom door open and Ron's voice. It was clear that he'd showered and Christopher was just about to take one. I had a half-erection and decided on the spur of the moment to pull my towel off.
141. It just laid it across the chair. Ron walked in, I turned, acted startled, got up and we high-fived. Ron was wrapped in a towel but I was totally exposed and he looked me over closely as we greeted each other. "Oops, sorry Ron. I didn't think you guys would be up this early." I turned to get my towel. "Fuck, bro -- don't cover up 'cause of me."
He came over by the table. "Before my roommate screwed things up I was always naked around the house," Ron said. I told him I never put anything on when I was home alone. "You shouldn't hide your bod, Doug. You're a fuckin' beaut!"
142. I got out some more cereal and milk and popped some bread in the toaster. Ron's eyes followed me as I walked around and we talked. I started feeling really good about how he was watching me, and I "unconsciously" scratched my balls and stretched a few times when I didn't think it would be too obvious. I wanted him to know I was real open and free, just in case.
143. Ron sat at the table talking and scratched himself, too. At one point, when I really couldn't have missed it, he uncrossed his legs and his towel fell open to expose his cock. I delivered his toast to him and sat down sideways, facing him, in the same way he was facing me.
I had forgotten to get him a glass so he got up, letting his towel fall to the chair. I said, "Oh, geez, I'm sorry Ron," and started to get up, but he put his hand on my arm to keep me seated. "I may be gettin' old, but I ain't lame, Doug. I can do something for myself. I'm not used to all this service."
144. I watched his firm ass cheeks as he walked to the cupboard, and his flopping cock as he walked back. I decided to be bold. "What's that?", I asked, pointing to his tattoo. He stood close in front of me to show me how the rose covered the "A" and the
arrow, using the opportunity to expose himself to me in complete detail. "I heard of a guy once got a tattoo right on his dork," I said. Ron looked at me quizzically as he sat down. "Where'd he do it, on the head?" I stretched out my body to more fully expose myself.
145. "Oh shit, no -- that'd be a killer. I think it was right about here," I said, pointing to my half erected cock near the base of the shaft.
"Fuck, bro -- that's got to hurt, too. This was bad enough, but it was a real turn on at the same time," he said, adding after a pause, "All the time he was doin' it I was hard."
"I can understand that, man. I guess it's my age, but I'm hard half the time," I said. Ron smiled warmly. "Hell, you just gotta get more nooky, Doug, that's all." He leaned back and toyed with himself very openly. "They say your sex drive peaks at seventeen or eighteen, but I feel a hell-of-a-lot more sexy now than I did back then. Probably because I got over all my teenage bullshit hangups."
146. I thought I heard a cue. "Yeah, I know, Ron. I'm tryin' to loosen up every way I can. I want to try lots of stuff -- you know -- experiment and, ah -- I guess, just play around." Ron took a mouthful and chewed, looking at me thoughtfully. He glanced at my lap and my swollen sausage. "There's lot's of fun shit you can do with that big thing you got there that would blow most eighteen year old's minds, Doug," he said. I swallowed my last bites.
"Hey, I'm ready to learn. I don't want to be just another hung up kid, you know?"
I heard Christopher coming down the hall. I sat up a little straighter and so did Ron, since we were both obviously exposing ourselves to each other.
147. Christopher was already dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He did a double take when he saw us. "Hi, Douglas. You feed Tiger?" "Yeah -- about a half hour ago." Ron looked at the kitchen clock. "How soon we gotta leave, Chris?"
Christopher looked at him and grinned. "Five minutes -- but, I really think you should put something on first."Ron got up, so did I, and we left Christopher in the kitchen staring after us as we headed down the hall carrying our towels.
"See ya later, Ron. Have a great day!" He stopped and turned toward me.
"You're a beaut, Doug. Don't waste it." He paused, his voice was low. "I fucked up real bad gettin' married too soon, kid. Play around -- try lots of stuff -- don't let any cunt tie you down too soon." I thanked him. As I turned to go up the stairs he smiled, then gave me a "OK" sign.
"Thanks for the breakfast, bro," he said.
148. I woke up Brian so he could shower, since we both had to go to work at noon. I wanted to play with his morning hard-on but there wasn't enough time.
While Brian was showering I put my tapes away in their special hiding spot and cleaned up the room. As we were driving to work, Brian asked if I
wanted to get together and "do something" that night. I grabbed my crotch.
"Sure, Bri. How 'bout me getting Christopher to tape us while we 'do something', em?" He snickered. "Well, maybe not Chris -- but, someday -- maybe we could make a tape of our own to watch.
I told Brian I'd stop by and get him when I got off work.
149. Well -- it didn't work out that way. That afternoon Brian's mother and his sister, Angela, were involved in a car accident. They didn't need to go to the hospital or anything but they were really shook up, the car was a mess and Brian had to stay home with them that night.
I was all set to tape the actions in Christopher's room, but he didn't come home until late, and then he was alone. Boring! All my plans hadn't worked out, so I had to jack off to recent memories.
150. It was a hot week and business was slow at the Pizza House.
On Wednesday afternoon I had to make a delivery next door to where some guy was doing carpenter work on a building. One look at the muscular bod clad in small cut-off's and I knew it was Ron. He seemed to be working alone so I stopped to say "hello." He was really friendly, giving me lots of warm smiles and even a few little ass-pats. He mentioned that he was going to have to work late to get ready for a building inspector who was due to arrive the next morning. I had another delivery waiting so I split.
151. I got an idea, ordered a "medium special with the works" and a quart of coke with my own money and took it back to Ron. He was really thankful and even more friendly. He said he'd only had a sandwich for lunch and was famished. I was really glad it worked out so well. I wanted to make points because I was dreaming of something happening between me 'n Ron some day. You know -- one of those special dreams you have that you think will never come true -- kind of like a "wet dream," in this case.
152. Mom, of course, was back home. She'd be there in and out at least until the weekend. Christopher put on some jack-off shows down in his room a few times, but it was dull stuff compared to what I had on tape.
He and I would meet in the kitchen sometimes that week, usually both wrapped in towels after our showers. Things were much more warm and cordial between us. I guessed that maybe he was becoming at least a little intrigued with his young stud brother and would often eye my body when he thought I couldn't see him. (It's amazing how many things can act like a mirror in a kitchen: The sides of a shiny toaster; the window on the oven; and the window on the microwave, to name a few.) I was always watching Christopher watch me when he didn't know I could see him.
153. While trying to make small talk, I mentioned to Christopher one morning that there was another stock car race coming up a week from Saturday night in the town about fifty miles away. I knew he and Ron had gone to the last race.
"Fuck, man -- can't go," he said. I asked, "How come?" "She-it, bro -- I got 'guard' all that weekend." I asked what he meant and he said that he was going to have to go to National Guard Training one full weekend every month now that he was out of active duty.
My head started calculating. "I thought you said you n' Ron went to the races last time -- a week or so ago. You guys like 'em?" Christopher smiled.
"Hell, yes! It's wild, man. Lot's of wrecks, booze -- broads. It was a kick in the ass -- hell-of-a-show for ten bucks."
154. I saw Ron working on the new house again two days later and brought him another pizza. Again he was very cordial. "Really appreciate it, bro." He patted my arm. "Tell you what! I don't need to work late tonight. Just another half hour or so. When do you get off?" I said it was slow and I was going to cut out in about a half hour, too. "Well -- how 'bout havin' a pizza party at my place.
My roommate works 'til nine tonight and he's meeting his broad for dinner before they come fuck on my couch."
He pulled a twenty out of his pocket. "Sound like a good idea, stud?", he asked. I was excited and said, "Great!"
155. Ron looked me over, then handed me the twenty. "Here, Doug, take this and buy another one and I'll meet you at my place." Ron glanced at his watch. "Maybe forty-five minutes, okay? If you don't want anyone at your house to know you stopped by, go ahead and come in the alley and park in back." Ron grinned at me, then sniffed his arm pits. "Whew! I gotta get a shower before I can't stand myself anymore. I've been sweatin' like a skunk all day." When I pulled up in the alley behind his place, Ron was just getting out of his truck. He looked at my car and didn't recognize it. "Geez, Louise – nice wheels, Doug. Where'd you steal 'em." I didn't know he'd be interested in my new car (actually about a four year old, but new to me). He came over, looked all through it and told me it was perfect for me. The next best thing to telling a teenager he's really sharp is to say the same about his wheels. Ron went up another notch in my book!
156. I followed him inside and we dropped the pizza's and cokes on the table. I was surprised at how clean and well furnished the place was -- not at all what I'd guessed. Ron immediately dropped his shorts and sneakers. I was a little surprised that he hadn't worn underwear. "Come on, stud -- follow me an' we can shoot the shit while I'm cleanin' up." I watched the bouncing globes of his tight ass as I followed him to the bathroom.
157. He reached the shower and turned on the water, then turned to me. "You okay, or you need to clean up, too?" I looked down at myself. I knew I'd been sweating. I didn't know what might happen that night. "I'm a little skuzzy," I said. "Well, come on an' join me, man. There's room enough for two and we can get each other's back." Wow! What an invitation. I immediately started taking off my shoes. I'd showered with other guys at school, but never under just one shower head and never so close together -- and never with a hunk like Ron.
158. He scrubbed my back, all the way down to my asscheeks, and then I scrubbed his. Ron said, "Turn around and I'll do your front." I did, and noticed that his cock was pretty swollen and the cockhead was very reddish-purple. I'd been nervous and mine was still pretty soft.
Ron was very caring and attentive to me. He washed my arms, chest and stomach, and then his hands moved down my thighs. He really took his time and did a very thorough job -- and came really close to touching my cock – but didn't! His huge nine inch cock was sticking almost straight out from his body and mine was getting a little raised, too.
159. Ron knew how to touch bodies better than anyone I'd ever been close to.
It was my turn to wash the front of him and I did the same. I came really close to touching his boner, too -- but I didn't either.
Ron said really nice things about my body while we were washing, and I sincerely returned the compliments. He giggled, "Sounds like a fuckin' mutual admiration society." We dried off and landed "kitty-corner" from each other on some chairs at the table. Ron didn't cover up his bare ass nakedness, so I didn't either.
160. He was pretty well spread out in front of me as he slouched down on his chair. I did the same. We ate and we talked, both of us leaning back on our chairs and pretty much on display for each other.
About half way through the pizza I took a step toward opening up my favorite subject. "It must be hell not bein' married anymore," I said. He looked at me a little surprised. "Why do you say that?" "Oh -- when I think of being married I think about stuff like cuddling a lot and having steamy hot sex every night."
161. Ron leaned back, brushed his cock to the side and laughed really hard. "Shit, bro -- that's a total fuckin' fantasy. We had more sex in a week when we were datin' than we had all the time when we were married. Some nights I'd get so horny I'd start jackin' off in front of her an' she told me to stop because it was dirty."
He wiped some pizza crumbs from his chest and looked at me up and down, then smiled broadly again. "Doug -- man, you're a fuckin' card. I got to get you on one of them comedy shows. You'd be good, too -- specially if you did your act naked with your cock hangin' out. You'd fuckin' blow 'em away."
Ron stopped smiling, looked really thoughtful and got kind of serious.
162. "There ain't many women makin' their husbands real happy in the sex department, buddy. Maybe it's the guys fault, I don't know. Probably is, I guess. Anyway -- every young married guy I talk to -- like down at the carpenters union -- they're all miserable. Every last one of 'em." I knew I had to be very careful. "Geez. I guess it's true. But fuck, man -- a guys gotta do something to get off, you know? I'm always climbin' the walls." He looked at me intently, thinking. "Only thing I know to do is – ah, just -- jack off and dream -- or maybe, go to a whore or, -- ah, maybe – just get someone to handle the problem for you." My heart was beating hard and I knew I had to be very careful.
163. I giggled at a memory. "Mom caught me poundin' my schlong right after I moved in with her. Fuck, man -- I was really embarrassed. She made jackin' off sound really uncool." I watched Ron for any sign I was taking the discussion too far. He was just sipping his coke and looking me over. I added, "I just gotta figure some things out, I guess. Couldn't talk to my dad, and my brother seems to be real paranoid about that stuff." Ron seemed like he was real interested and listening intently.
I said, "I guess I know you almost better than I know my brother, since he's been gone in the Army. In the two years I've been watchin' you and you've been my hero -- like I said -- I've always thought you seemed real cool about this kind of shit. You don't try to hide or nothin'." Ron was leaning back on his chair with his legs spread. His big cock was clearly growing as I talked.
Ron and Christopher worked out the next night, went to their night school class together, and then went out somewhere all day Sunday that next weekend.
I felt jealous.
I thought a lot about how I was going to get closer to my dream man and do some of the things I'd seen him do with my brother. I knew that the next weekend would be my big chance because of Christopher having to be gone on Guard duty.
167. That next week, every time I went anywhere near Ron's job site I'd bring him something or just stop by. He was getting more and more cordial with me. On the Tuesday before the weekend when Christopher would be gone, I mentioned the stock car race when I stopped to see him. Ron really brightened. I said I'd decided to drive up to see them and asked what he was doing. He slapped my shoulder and said, "Hell, buddy, I'm goin' with you if I could get my ass invited!".
168. Ron seemed really happy about the idea of us going to the races. He even once squeezed my asscheek as he stood beside me in a semi-enclosed place in the construction. "How 'bout this, Doug. Maybe we'll drive up there -- like, around noon Saturday. We can see the time trials that way. They start about six. I'll spring for a motel room so we can relax before the races and don't have to rush right back. Then we can talk uninterrupted, and I'll give you all that big brother advice you wanted. Then, maybe -- we can cruise back late Sunday afternoon."
169. Thank God for air conditioning. The ride took only about an hour and we had a blast, gassing, whooping it up, joking and laughing like two very old friends. We were both only wearing very short cut-off's and Ron often would pat my bare thigh as we was talking.
At one point Ron looked at me real hard for a minute and then asked, "Doug -- you got a broad?" I told him I went out with two different girls but wasn't going steady. I said, "They're really frustrating. Both of 'em." Without really thinking I added, "Maybe I'm turnin' queer, Ron. I'd rather be around guys." He muttered, "Fuck labels." It was quiet for a while before Ron spoke again. "Ya know, bro, we really gotta talk about some shit when we get to the motel."
170. The motel room was really nice, with two big single beds. The air conditioning had been on low and the room was warm -- but not hot! Ron went to the can to take a leak. I kicked off my tank top, sneakers and sox and flopped on one of the beds. When he came back into the room he'd shed everything but his cut-off's, and they were unbuttoned about half way down.
For a long minute we just laid side by side. Ron's hand slipped absently over my chest, finally finding a nipple to lightly tweak. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I thought he was about to say something, but he just slipped his hand over my shoulder, ran it down my back, and then pulled our two bodies lightly together.
172. I put my hand on his back and, after a minute or two, we pressed together more tightly. We just laid together, side by side, hugging and snuggling for a long time. Ron's hand moved over my back, mine moved up and down his side, and our bodies were separated only by our cut-off's. I could feel his cock expanding against my crotch.
"Doug, old buddy -- we gotta talk," Ron said as we lay pressed against each other, cheeks lightly touching. Ron pulled his head back.
Our eyes locked on each other for quite a time before the talking actually started. It was like he was searching me. His voice was very low -- barely audible. "I been thinkin' a lot about you and some of the stuff you been sayin', Doug. I been rememberin' back to when I was eighteen and what I was thinkin', and how dammed fucked up I was. I think I was feelin' about the same way you're feelin'."
173. His hand continued to lightly stroke my back.
Our eyes were still locked on each other. "Can you keep secrets?", he asked. I nodded. A little grin broke out on his face. "If you ever tell anybody what I'm gonna tell you this weekend you'll be in very deep shit."
"God, Ron -- you're my hero. I'd never tell something you told me to someone else. Especially if you told me not to."
Ron's hand moved to my arm and then ran over my chest very lightly. "Well -- only one other person in the whole world knows what I'm probably gonna tell you today, and I've really been wonderin' if I'm wise to double that number to two. If word leaked out about what I think about some of this stuff, I'd lose everything. I mean everything! My job, because I know I'd get thrown out of the union, and probably Alice would sue me and maybe get my house and all that kind of stuff. All kinds of shit would definitely come down. That's why I've decided to be real careful and not tell anybody anything after Alice and me split, but it's too lonely that way. Maybe someday I'll move to the coast or something and then I can be free to say what I'm thinkin'."
174. I got a little panic stab at the thought of my hero moving away. I guess he saw the reaction. "Don't have a shit fit, bro -- I ain't movin' anytime soon."
I ran my hand over his side and down his thigh below his cut-off's. God, what an awesome body he had -- much bigger and more firm and hard than Brian's. He shuddered at my touch. "Oooh, that feels good," he said, adding, "See, Doug -- in our town there's only one way people think the world should operate. A guy like you's gotta chase skirts 'til you catch one. Then you get married and raise four kids, work your ass off, buy a little house, do all the security shit your woman wants, get old, retire, and bounce your grandkids on your knee. I think they call that 'gettin' domesticated', or something. People around here think that's life, but it ain't what turns me on. Anybody who thinks different than that is goin' to hell in a handbasket according to them."
175. Ron paused.
We continued our one finger touching of each other. He looked me in the eye. "Well, fuck man -- I've tried damn hard but I can't make my head go that way. I think really different now, and -- for the first time -- pretty much everything in my life finally makes sense. When I was your age I thought gettin' a broad and fuckin' every day would cure everything, but it didn't. I was a jock too, when I was eighteen -- and I got real good at seein' what I wanted to see in the locker room without anyone else knowin'. Now I know a lot of stuff. Like, a whole lot of those guys in the locker room were doin' the same thing I was doin'. They were lying to themselves and each other, sneakin' a lot of peeks at the other guys, and doin' a lot of lonesome jackin' off. Those kind will never be happy because they're livin' a lie. I also now know that if Alice had wanted to fuck five times a day, it still wouldn't have made me feel okay or change things."
Ron continued staring into my eyes. "Fuck, man -- it's the reason I got married -- to try to go the normal route. Screwed me up, and screwed Alice up, too. She's a wonderful chick, man. It ain't her fault she's got different needs than me. She couldn't help havin' PMS and bein' on a physical and emotional roller coaster every month. I didn't want to fuck up her head. Someday I won't be able to hide my real self anymore, and by that time I hope to be able to move away so I can be openly free."
177. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Doug – if you're thinkin' what I think you're thinkin', you gotta make the same kind of plans. Either that, or live the lie -- like everyone wants you to live." We went back to just holding each other gently for another few minutes. Our hands moved lightly over each others sides, backs, over jeans covered ass cheeks, and down naked thighs. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, our faces side by side, with my mouth right next to Ron's ear. I smelled the faint smell of wonderful after-shave. I really wanted to whisper "I love you" in his ear but I didn't dare.
179. I started to put my lips lightly on his cheek as my hands moved down his sides. His hands began sweeping my back and going over my denim covered buns, pulling my groin hard against his. My lips slipped across his cheek getting closer and closer to his mouth. Our bodies began to lightly grind together. Then, we kissed! It was very tentative at first, and happened because my lips had moved across his cheek near his mouth again and then Ron had moved his head so that they'd meet. Our hands were sweeping each other's bodies as our groins pressed together harder and harder. The urgency was building. We rolled to our sides again and our hands slipped inside each other's cut-off's. Ron stopped to unbutton mine, and soon we were pushing them down, exposing each other's erections.
Everything was happening faster and faster. Our mouths were now locked on each other as our hands pushed each others shorts down past knees to ankles. As we embraced we again rolled together so that I was on top. I began kissing and licking Ron's face, neck, and then moved my moist lips over his chest.
180. I could feel his big, thick, hard cock pressed against my belly as our two love muscles slipped and slid together side by side. The only lube we had was a bit of dampness from our sweat.
Ron's hands were gripping and kneading my ass cheeks. I bent to lick his nipples. Ron's body continued to move under me and he let out some low moans. It was my intention to continue licking downward, but Ron held my asscheeks to keep our cocks grinding together so that I couldn't move my lips toward his prize. We began to just dry fuck each other, body to body, with greater abandon. Ron pulled my head up to his and we kissed some more while our cocks continued jacking each other off. It was almost like riding a bucking bronco. Ron's body was grinding up and down, round and round, thrusting his huge piece of meat against me as his hips rotated. My own movements seemed to be in perfect harmony as our huge logs slipped and slid against each other.
Holy shit, what a wild experience. This was Ron, the handsome big stud carpenter from across the street, and it wasn't a video anymore... it was a loving, wonderful, person to person episode, and I wanted more.
Ron fooled around in the bathroom for a minute and I laid on the bed waiting and wondering what awesome experience we'd have next.
184. We wiped up the sheets with a damp towel as best we could. We fell asleep on the other bed side by side.
The races? We never saw them!
Until check-out time (noon) on Sunday we fondled, fucked, sucked, slept an hour or two to recharge some batteries, showered, dressed up enough to eat at the little cafe out front, and then went back to the room to experiment all over again.
186. After all, during the preceding twenty-four hours I'd plowed Ron's ass three times, and twice he'd blown a load in the process.
So, I closed the garage door so nobody could see my car, locked the house up and bolted my bedroom door. I stripped Ron, he stripped me, we kissed, fondled and lubed until we were both again wild with lust. Ron knew what I wanted and said he was a little fearful of hurting me. He was also feeling pretty wild about plowing my virgin ass.
187. Wow! It really is "The agony and the ecstasy!" Even though we went very slowly and Ron was exceedingly patient, I almost stopped the proceedings a few times because of the intensity of the pain. I finally learned to relax and "push," and slowly Ron slipped his huge, slippery club deeply into my torrid virgin cavity. The pain subsided. Even though we'd probably unloaded each other at least eight times since our orgy had started, the tightness and the other sensations were too much for Ron, and soon my innards were bathed with a load of his juices.
Just as he had done, I kept him in me as we slipped to our sides and kissed some more. "How we gonna handle the future, Doug?," he whispered. I didn't fully know what he meant. He added, "I don't think it's gonna be easy going back to the high five's and the 'how ya doing's', at least not for me. There's one other person I've been close to like this, but I feel much closer to you."
Well... we laid together side-by-side, still connected, and confessed what we'd been doing. He told me everything about Christopher, and I told him all about Brian. We talked about everything... curiosities, sizes, feelings... everything, except for my video productions.
189. One more time that day Ron lubed my cock and his asshole and then helped me plant my root deeply of him. I had told him I loved being spread out across his back, so that's how it was done.
I was in him a long time too, thrusting deeply, before my juices finally boiled over. Again we hugged and kissed a while before finally taking a shower together. It was coming close to the time when Christopher might arrive so Ron finally split.
I was sore all the next day. Even my pelvis muscles were sore from having rotated so much. My cock felt drained and almost raw, and my poor asshole felt like it had been stretched to the limit. I was very careful not to appear like I was walking funny.
End of the Story (Book 2/2)
Written By: Bill Fore
Illustrated By: Eduardo
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