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My Introduction to Men
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My Introduction to Men My thoughts were jumbled and erratic as I tossed my tools into the truck and absently wiped my face. I could still taste and feel Mr. Evans’ cum in the back of my mouth and throat. What in the hell had just happened? I can’t believe I just sucked dick...and liked it...a lot. My throat was sore, my jaws ached and my dick was hard as a nail as it strained against my jeans. “You’ll come tomorrow, okay?” Mr. Evans said as I waved goodbye and started to climb into the cab. “Yeah, I’ll be here in the morning,” was all I could manage to reply. My drive home from working on Charles Evans’ ranch took about 20 minutes but I can’t remember any of the trip. I just kept flashing back on me, on my knees and Mr. Evans’ dick sliding in and out between my lips, making me gag when he slid it too deep and it hit the back of my throat, and then the hot flood of viscous cum that just would not stop, running down my throat, dribbling down my chin, coming out of my nose even. I swallowed again, still feeling it coating my throat, rubbing my throbbing hard-on absently as I tried to sort out this turn of events that changed my status as a hired handyman to something different...but what I wasn’t sure. I had been working for Mr. Evans for a little over a week doing odd jobs and yard work that was my summer job. He always had more chores for me to do, so I was looking forward to a fairly steady paycheck, and a good stash of cash for when I started college in the fall. Today, after clearing out shrubs along a fence line, when I was getting ready to knock off, Mr. Evans came out of the house with some beers. He offered me one and told me how good of a job I had been doing and how pleased he was with my work. Then, without preamble, he came out and asked if I had ever “fooled around” with another boy. His question caught me completely off guard, and I blushed as I admitted to having played around with my cousin when I was younger. I became even more embarrassed as he pressed the topic by asking me what I had done while “playing around” and how I liked it, and when was the last time? After explaining that my cousin and I would sometimes hang out in our fort and jack off together, he asked me if I had ever fooled around with another man. Mr. Evans’ line of questioning was turning me on, almost as much as it was making me uncomfortable so I told him that I hadn’t done anything like that since I was around 14. He then asked me why I stopped. “I guess it was just a thing,” I muttered, trying to defuse the questioning and let him know that I was a straight-up kind of guy. I’m not sure if I was lying to him or to myself, because thinking back about our “nasty play” got me hot and horny and that scared me a little bit. “So now you’re too grown up to have some fun?” Mr. Evans challenged. “Do you mean to say that you don’t jack off anymore?” “No,” I rebutted, “I jack off, I just haven’t done it with anyone in a long time.” “That’s a shame,” Mr. Evans bemoaned, “a real shame for a horny, good looking boy to have to beat off all alone. Almost as bad as a horny old man having to do it alone too.” “I guess,” I muttered, “you jack off?” I asked incredulously, Mr. Evans’ last statement just sinking in. “Hell yeah,” Mr. Evans exclaimed. “I get to thinking about pussy or ass, that makes my dick hard and it won’t go down ‘till I cum. What do you think about that makes your dick hard?” he asked. “Well, girls,” I said somewhat embarrassed because I was also getting mighty hard thinking about Mr. Evans jacking off and the direction our conversation was going. “Just girls?” Mr. Evans countered. “Just girls in general or any special girl? Or any special parts of girls?” he added with a grin. I grinned with him and admitted that there wasn’t any special girl that turned me on, just cute, playful girls in general. “So, are you thinking of cute girls in general?” Mr. Evans asked. “You seem to be sporting a mighty hard dick right now.” “Well, no,” I said, feeling my<b> ears </font></b>heat up and my heartbeat quicken. “I guess it’s just all this talk about getting hard and stuff,” I added. Mr. Evans smiled and pulled the waistband of his sweat pants down and reached inside to pull out his gnarled, swollen prick. “Me too,” he said as he stroked his hand back and forth, looking at the bulge in my jeans. “What do you think,” he asked. I didn’t know what to say. What did I think? About what? “I think you have a big hard dick,” was what I came out with. What the hell was I saying flashed through my mind. “As big as your cousin’s?” Mr. Evans continued pulling his foreskin back and forth, riveting my gaze on the bulging purple knob of his glans. “You are a lot thicker,” I stammered, “but he was only 15,” I added in my cousin’s defense. I could not take my eyes off Mr. Evans’ dick and my hand squeezed my own erection throbbing along my thigh. “I think I’m making you hard,” Mr. Evans observed. “I think you’re getting all hot and hard lookin’ at my dick. I believe you would like to get naked and play nasty with my big hard dick.” Mr. Evans advanced toward me, a smile on his mouth and a lear in his eyes. “I think you’d like to take my dick and stroke it, wouldn’t you?” he pressed. I was shaking like a leaf from conflicting emotions but I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick, hairy shaft. Feeling it pulse in my hand when I squeezed, made up my mind. “Oh yeah,” I hissed. “I like stroking your big dick.” Mr. Evans’ dick lay heavy and hot in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. Slowly, I slid my hand back and forth, the underside of his rod caressing my palm while his deep purple head slipped beneath my fingers. “Oh boy,” Mr. Evans whispered appreciatively, “you do that real good.” Moaning softly, Mr. Evans began moving his hips, helping his hard dick glide back and forth in my hand. Back and forth, back and forth, I was mesmerized watching myself stroking Mr. Evans’ thick hard dick and my pace quickened with my passion. Squeezing and stroking and rubbing the ridge that defined his bulbous head, I was totally into jacking this dick and my breathing quickened as I worked to make it shoot off. Mr. Evans had put his hand on my shoulder and he pulled me close, the tip of his dick poked my groin with every thrust, his breath hot against my neck. “God, you do me good,” he said huskily. “I’m glad you didn’t freak out, I’m glad you like to play nasty.” I had completely gotten past any stupid inhibitions and was really digging his cock sliding back and forth inside my hand and rubbing against me. I wished we were naked, but didn’t want to break the mood by stopping, so I put my arm around Mr. Evans’ waist and thrust myself against him, in doing so, my hand encircling his cock worked back and forth and he was effectively fucking my fist. “Oh wow,” I gasped, my face pressed against his chest as I felt his pre-cum lubricate my hand. “Yeah baby,” Mr. Evans acknowledged. “You are so fucking sexy,” he said, hugging me tightly, “you have me leaking like a faucet. Look how hot you make me,” he said as he backed away, putting enough space between us to allow me to see his shiny, slick head slipping and sliding between my fingers. I spread the slick, viscous fluid around his swollen head, relishing the satiny slickness and shine as I polished his knob with his own goo. “You ever taste it,” Mr. Evans asked excitedly. “N, no,” I stuttered, the thought of tasting his spunk filled me with excitement and dread. I had been sucked off once by a girl I dated. She got so mad when I shot off in her mouth after she hurled. I was so fucking horny, but I was also worried that I would puke on the taste. “Want to taste it? Lots of folks like it,” he coaxed, gently guiding my head downward. “I don’t know,” I hesitated. “Just try it, lick it a little, just a taste to see if you like it. C’mon baby, you do me so good, lick my juice baby.” Mr. Evans was almost pleading and guiding me toward his stiff, oozing dick. I was beyond horny and I have always been easily cajoled so I allowed myself to be brought head-to-head with Mr. Evans’ cock. Mr. Evans replaced my hand on his cock with his own and milked out a long strand of silvery fluid that trailed between the slit in his dick and his middle finger. He brought his finger to my lips and said, “suck my finger. Taste my juice, c’mon boy, you know you’ll like it.” Steeling myself, I parted my lips and Mr. Evans pressed his glistening digit between them. Tentatively, I sucked his finger tip, pleasantly surprised that I didn’t taste anything bad. “What do you think,” Mr. Evans asked, working his finger in and out between my lips. “Not bad,” I said in relief, “a little salty, but it doesn’t taste bad at all.” Mr. Evans grinned and said, “I thought you wouldn’t mind it. Go ahead and taste some more.” With that, he guided the head of his dick toward my mouth, rubbing the slick, cum-coated head across my lips, holding my head steady, he pressed the tip of his cock into my opening mouth. My dread was almost instantly replaced with lust as my lips closed around the satiny slickness of Mr. Evans engorged glans. The salty, pungent taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue and I could feel his pulse in the distended veins that stood out along the length of his shaft. I steadied myself by holding on to Mr. Evans’ tree-trunk thighs and began sliding my tongue around his head while my lips clamped just behind the crown of his cock. Mr. Evans moaned when I probed the slit of his dick with the tip of my tongue. “Oh Gawd boy,” Mr. Evans gasped as he caressed my head, guiding me further onto his turgid tuber. Back and forth he guided my head, working his own head in and out between my lips as my tongue stroked along the underside of his shaft with every thrust. My saliva mixed with the copious flow of Mr. Evan’s pre-cum covered his cock, dripped off his balls and drooled down my chin. My breath was ragged because my nose had become as congested as my cock, adding to the collection of mucus. “Ungh, ungh, mfff, ungh,” I snorted and slobbered and gobbled up as much dick as I could take into my mouth. Mr. Evans began huffing and snorting and bucking his hips faster, his hand entwined in my hair and he pulled me further onto his driving dick until his balls were banging against my chin and I was gagging and spewing snot out of my nose. “I’m gonna fuck your face boy, I’m gonna jam my big cock down your throat, suck it bitch, suck my big fat cock.” Just when I thought I couldn’t breath, Mr. Evans stiffened, the long muscles in his thighs flexed into ropes and he grabbed my head in both hands and impaled his cock all the way down my throat and froze like that for several seconds that felt like eternities. My gullet constricted around his invading dick and I felt the odd sensation of something flowing down my esophagus. Slowly, Mr. Evans withdrew his slobbery, cum covered cock, trailing long strands of thick viscous cum that connected his cock to my lips. My throat, and sinuses were clogged with mucus and I had a hard time catching my breath when my body came to the rescue and I turned, bent over and wretched. Once recovered, I wiped my face on my sweat rag, still breathing heavily, embarrassed that I choked and upchucked. “Sorry about that,” I began, “I gagged on your dick down my throat, not because your cum made me sick,” I apologized. “Oh, ho, Joe,” Mr. Evans was still winded from the enthusiastic face fucking he just delivered. “You okay?” “I lost my mind there for a minute, you were fucking intense. I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks, I’m sorry I got carried away there.” My legs were trembling, my pulse was racing and my dick was throbbing as I still caught my breath. “Oh man!” I exclaimed between gasps, “that was fucking fantastic, oh, sorry,” I corrected, “that was fantastic.” “Fan fucking tastic if you ask me,” Mr. Evans proposed. “Fantastic fucking,” I added with a grin. Mr. Evans became more subdued and asked, “do you mean that?” “What?” I asked. “Do you mean you think sucking my dick was fantastic?” I took a second to consider the question. “I mean I know I didn’t do it great and can’t take it much without choking and I did puke, but yes sir, I liked it a lot.” “You’re a gem, Joe,” Mr. Evans chuckled. “I am so glad for you.” “Now you can’t be telling about what you did here, cause that could be trouble for both of us. It’s against the law you know.” I was still horny and confused and now also a little worried that we could get busted. Damn, everything fun is against the law. “Not to worry, I’m no snitch. I know how to keep things on the low down.” It was getting late and I was feeling a bit self conscious and beginning to come down from my horny high. “I need to head home,” I told Mr. Evans, “thanks for the beer.” Mr. Evans took the empty can from me and said with a smile, “thanks for the blow-job. You’ll come tomorrow, okay?” |
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