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Hot young and redneck

First things first, I'm not a "chicken hawk" or a "twinkie" queen. I do like younger men, but then again, I like men period. Depends how they're dressed on what I notice first. In jeans and shirt, then it's the face and the arms down to the ass. If they are in shorts, then the legs up to the ass to the face. Now sometimes it's the entire package; beautiful eyes, beautiful pouty (DSL Ė dick sucking lips), nice build and if the ass is nice and round, so much the better.

I stand about 5'10", 190, brn/grn, mustache/goatee and the rest you can simply use your imagination to guess. I have a friend here in Tampa that I have known a long time. He retells these stories for me in that I'm not a very good writer. We've known each other for about 12 years now and let me tell you that vivid imagination of his is great at putting my stories on paper. Damn, many times I set down to read them and feel like I did on the first go around. We thought we would tell you the story of a young man that I spotted one day just moving into my neighborhood and we became very "close" friends.

Now I had spotted this moving truck one day across the street, unloading into the garage at a house that had been empty for months. The movers were hot. One was about my age around early 40's maybe younger; nice build, hot ass (wearing cutoffs), chugga boots and a tank top. The other one was harder to estimate. He appeared to be anywhere from 18 to 20 something. He looked like a younger version of the older guy. I walked over and introduced myself, not sure if these were movers or the people moving in. The older guy shook my hand and said he was Mark Williams and that the other guy was his son, Tony. I asked if they could some help.

Now I was dressed pretty much like these two. On my off days I bum around in cutoffs, sneakers or chuggas and a tank top if a top at all. The three of us had the truck pretty well emptied out in record time and everything was neatly stacked in the garage waiting to be unpacked. Mark thanked me and said I hate to run but my wife is over at Mother's across town waiting on us. We're spending the night over there until our furniture arrives tomorrow. Tony, looks down and says Dad, can't I spend the night here. The water works, so I can take a shower and we have our sleeping bags. I can camp out; that way I can start early in the morning unpacking. Mark seemed to think about for a minute and said listen I know we don't know each other yet, but if it helps Tony can stay across the street in my guest room.

Mark says, "We can't ask that of you, it's too big a favor."

"No problem," I say, slyly sneaking peeks at Tony bent over picking a box that had fallen.

Mark says, "Tony what do you think?"

Tony smiles and says, "Thanks Padgett, you saved my life."

Now Tony looks a lot like one of the boys in David Decoteau's movies (you know Voodoo Academy, Final Stab, Leeches, etc. in other words hot, built and horny). I tell Tony, "Grab a change of clothes for your shower and I have a pool out back so if you are up to it, we can take a dip before bedding down."

Mark thanks me again, shaking my hand and says, "When the military transferred us here for my new assignment at MacDill (Tampa Central Command), I didn't know we'd make good friends and neighbors so quickly. Listen Tony, behave Padgett and I'll see you first thing in the morning around 8 am. Padgett if he steps out of line you have my permission to swat him on the ass," Mark says chuckling.

Tony turns red and starts grinning. "Don't worry Mark if Tony needs something you can be sure I'll give it to him."

Mark drives off in their car; locking down the moving truck for the night. "Nice man your Dad," I tell Tony.

Tony laughs and says, "Yyeah, he forgets sometimes that I'm already 18 going on 19 in about 5 months. When he remembers though, we're tight--more like friends than father and son. It's cool. Plus I hope that as I get older, I age as well as he has."

I have to ask; "How old is your Dad?"

Tony says, "Thirty-eight, he and Mom were young when they had me." Damn, I was hoping he and I were the same age. "How old are you?" Tony asks.

"Forty-two," I tell him.

Tony, whistles through his teeth and says, "Damn, another one aging pretty good. I would have assumed, about 32 or 34 at the most!"

"Thanks, let's go, I need a dip in the pool," I added confidently. We headed for the house.

Tony walks in and goes, "Wow, nice house!"

Not bad I think impressing the hot, young man already. The house is small, very long and narrow, but then how much room does one man need. I tell Tony, "It's small but meets my needs. There are three small bedrooms, two bathrooms and the garage. Let me show you where everything is and after that you're at home. I don't cater to family and friends. While you take a shower, I'll straighten up a bit and get some drinks ready. Coke, tea, water or" leaving that one open.

Tony says, "I don't suppose I could have a beer or two. Dad lets me. We can call to Grandma's if we need to ask."

"Nah," I tell him, "you look trustworthy."

A few minutes later I hear the shower running. I make sure that all the magazines, books, and DVDs are put away that aren't appropriate. Then I hear silence. I have been laying out beach towels when I hear a voice asking, "Is it all right if I swim in my boxers? I have swimwear but it's packed up still." Sure I tell him why not. I go and change into something like boxers but it's swimwear, as to make him feel more comfortable.

I hear, "splash." Tony has found my stereo and my "Queer as Folk Season 3" CD. The case is in the house and the CD was in the stereo. "Cool songs," he says.

"Yeah, I like them. I have country and rock too. Also, jazz if you want that."

"Nah, I like club music and country, best." A bit of a redneck with some club brat thrown in for good measure I guess. "I like the shock value of going out partying to nightclubs dressed in jeans, t-shirt and my "shit kicker" boots as Dad calls them."

"Yeah, me too," I laugh.

"Seems we have a lot in common for our age differences." Tony says, "Damn Padgett, you are better built and younger looking than most guys my age." Then he swims off.

Just as he's diving under the water, I see him grab his lower back and spring up out of the water. "What's wrong?" I ask.

Tony moaning says, "Damn, a cramp I think. Shit it hurts. I must have wrenched it picking up the boxes."

"Hold on," I tell him. I grab him by the waist and help lead him up to one of the lounge chairs. "Here lie down and hold on. I have some muscle rub like "Bengay" it just doesn't smell as bad." As I'm standing in the bathroom looking in the medicine cabinet, I keep saying to myself, "Padg, behave, behave-behave! He's too young and in pain, behave." Then I step outside and there he is laying face down bubble butt to the air. I tell him to lie still and I start rubbing the ointment into his lower back.

While I'm rubbing his lower back, I notice that his pain is not distracting him from humming to the music on the stereo. I don't say anything yet. I then start rubbing higher around his shoulder blades (wide and masculine), then on down to the waistband of his boxers. I tell him to hold on since he hurt himself lifting and you are supposed to lift with your knees, I'm worried about his thighs and legs. At that point I start massaging knees to thigh. That's when he starts moaning again, but funny it doesn't sound like painful moaning. I ask him as seriously as I can if he's okay.

"Yeah," he spits and stutters, "just a little out of it, I guess."

"Turn over so I can work the front of your legs."

"No, that's okay," Tony spits again.

"No, no, don't worry about it," I continue as I flip him over to find a beautiful hard-on sticking out against the front of the boxers. I pretend not to notice. I continue to work his thighs and then his stomach. Tony arches backward as I rub up to his beautiful, well-built chest; broad and tan; nipples that right now are as hard as his dick. In my head, I'm laughing thinking this little bitch thought he was going to seduce me I bet, not expecting to get turned on by massage himself.

I tweak each nipple, he moans. I run my hands down his sides, he moans. I clear my throat and say, "Tony, let me up the one muscle that looks like it needs help." At that point I bend over his young, hot redneck (wannabe) body and start licking and sucking him through his boxers. Now that caused a moan. After working him into a frenzy for a few minutes, I ask him, "Were you trying to seduce me?"

He looks at me embarrassed and says, "Hell yeah, dude you're hot and I'm horny. I was hoping that you wouldn't mind, throw me out or beat the shit out of me. I thought I saw you checking me and Dad out, but I wasn't sure."

"Well, since you aren't injured; how about us taking this inside to my bedroom where we can enjoy ourselves without the entire neighborhood knowing my welcome wagon business," I laughed. In the bedroom, we both threw our boxers on the floor. I looked at him and told him that he's beautiful.

He says, "I thought the same about you since you walked over to meet us." I kiss his full, pouty lips, working my way down his chest to each nipple, then to his flat stomach and at last to that beautiful cock that is hard as steel pointing up to his stomach. During the body kissing Tony has been moaning with lust and giggling like a kid (a little ticklish, which I find endearing and erotic). We lay down on the bed and he begins to explore my body the same way. Our dicks are almost twins. Both are about 8 inches, with nice full balls. His is a little wider than mine at the shaft, but all I can think is what good fucking it would make.

After what seemed like hours of foreplay, Tony says, "Would you please make me cum. I don't care if you suck me off or jack me off, I simply want to cum with you." Then he surprises me by climbing on top of me and aiming my dick for his ass and sliding it right in and groaning with lust has he does. "Now I'll jack off on you, now that I have you hostage." With that he jacks for a short while, head thrown back, moaning with pleasure and starts grunting, "I'm cumming."

With that he starts shooting hot, thick cum everywhere. My chest is covered. During the jacking he was riding me pretty good, I'm really close myself. I ask him to slide off. As he does the friction gets me and I shoot all over his beautiful ass and his back.

Now I'm not one of these wimpy, squeamish queens needing to wash up after a good cum. I like to cuddle and apparently so did Tony. We lay there cuddling, kissing and enjoying the moment. He asks me, "Do I have to still sleep in the guest room?"

Laughing I ask him, "How are we going to get you over here every night from now on?"

He says simply, "Ask Dad to join us. He thinks you're hot."

I almost choke laughing and say, "What?"

He says, "Oh yeah, Dad's bi and likes to play. Who did you think that I learned the seduction routine from? He's expecting a full report, blow by blow, so to speak in the morning."

"You little redneck you," laughingly I tell him.

"So this weekend, line dancing? Here or at a club?" he asks laughing as we both drift off to sleep.

Dads best friend

It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was barely 18. My parent's let me stay alone most of the time, but they were going on a two week cruise. Since Mike was getting a divorce from his wife and staying with his sister, they asked him to stay at our house. That was ok with me.

Mike was around 6' 8" 290 pounds of hairy blond gorgeous man. He had the most beautiful blues eyes and spent a lot of his time at the gym. No one knew why he and Kristy were getting divorced, but I was about to find out. Mike was 38 years old and had been married to his high school sweetheart. I knew that I was attracted to men, but had never actually been with one. I spent most of my time jerking off to my mother's playgirl magazines.

Well, my parents left, and it was our first night. Mike said he was going to the gym. I mentioned that I had been working out a lot in the garage for a whole year, and wondered if he would give me some help later. He said sure. And said that he noticed that my body was starting to take great shape. Mike left for the gym and said that if anyone called for him to tell them where he went.

As soon as Mike left I went through his belongings he had brought over. I put a pair of his underwear on and masturbated. I didn't find anything except a matchbook from some bar by the beach. I had never heard of it. The inside of the match book had a phone number and a man's name. I didn't think much of it, except Mike didn't smoke. When Mike got home, he did as he promised and gave me some pointers on the weight bench I had set up in the garage.

While I lay on the weight bench and Mike spotted me, I was trying my hardest to look up his gym shorts. He wasn't close enough. I pretended to not be able to lift the weight off my chest. Mike got really close, and lifted the weight off for me. While he was above me, I noticed that he must of showered at the gym because he smelled great and didn't have any underwear on. I thanked Mike for his help and ran in the house to masturbate, while thinking of what I just saw, having burned his image into my mind.

After a couple of days had gone by, I noticed that Mike never talked about girls, and was always wanting to wrestle around and stuff. I loved rolling around with him, a couple of times I let my hand rub against his cock. From what I saw and could tell, it was probably 6" long and super fat. I just knew I had to have Mike be the first man to shove a cock in my mouth and fuck my virgin ass.

One night, Mike said he felt like renting some movies and drinking beer. I told him it sounded good to me. My parents let me have a few beers, as long as I didn't drive. When Mike went to the store to get the beer and movies, I went through his stuff again. I found the same match book. I called the number of the bar and asked for the guy who's name that was on the match book. The guy on the other end of the phone said that he was working the other bar, and to hold on.

When Bill came to the phone, I told him I was Mike and I was in there a few days ago. He said I remember you. I have been waiting for you to call, I thought we were going to get together. I told him yeah we would sometime and hung up. I couldn't believe it--that was a gay bar, and Mike had been in there. I then knew tonight was going to be the night.

I jumped in the shower and scrubbed all over; I made sure my virgin ass was clean. I grabbed some lube and hid it in the living room, where I knew we would be watching TV. When Mike arrived home, he handed me a beer and put a movie on. A hour or so into the movie and a few beers later, I pretended to be hot and took off my shirt and jeans and lay on the floor in my boxers. Let me describe my self at the time I was 18 years young and 6' tall 180 pounds of pure boy muscle. Extremely tan and hardly any hair.

As the movie went on and the beer started to disappear, I got up and pretended to be drunk. I asked Mike if he would help me to my room. He agreed, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into his room. I pretended not to know the difference. He began to walk out, and I said, "Wait, Mike I need to tell you something, come over here."

He sat down on the side of the bed. I sat up and said, "Mike you know I'm 18 now and I know exactly what I want. I want you, and I want you bad. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that your gay, if you don't tell them that I'm gay."

He looked startled, scared, and denied it, until I mentioned the bar name--then he a look of shock came over his face. I reached around his big body, and we kissed so deep it gave me a instant hard on. I told him that I wanted him to fuck my face and ass. Boy did he. Mike quickly undressed both of us, and stuck his cock in my mouth. Yeah it was great, the only thing that was wrong was that it was 6" soft 10" when it was hard. I had not taken this into account.

I sucked on his cock for at least 10 minutes, struggling to get as much of it as possible in my mouth. Then Mike pulled it out of my mouth, and said it was time make me a man. He asked for some lube, I laughed and said it was in the living room. I quickly retrieved it. When I got back Mike was on his back pointing his dick straight up. I lubed up my ass and his cock ,and began to lower my self onto it.

At first, I thought he was going to rip me in half, due to the immediate painful sensation as by muscles were initially stretched, but as we worked it, it began to feel incredible, and I was soon begging for him to fuck me hard. Mike commanded that I bend over the bed, facing the mirrored closets. I did, and I watched him fuck my ass to explosion for both of us.

I had never felt so goo--my whole body shook. We didn't clean up; we lay in each other's arms all night. The next days were repeats of the night before. Mike and I continued to suck and fuck for the next few years. My parents never suspected a thing. Mike is living single, and can never commit to a relationship, because he can't deal with coming out.

Me? I'm very happy and now in a gay relationship. Wow, that first night was the night of my life. Mike, my hairy big dick stud gave me exactly what I needed-direction. Thanks Mike,

Artist and model

I held the boyís business card in one hand, and the phone in the other. I was starting to feel nervous about calling the young man. Iím generally a fairly confident guy, and somewhat experienced sexually, but I still canít shake that twinge of nervousness when Iím about to talk to a boy I like. I took a deep breath and dialed the number.

"Tanner Harris," the boy answered, trying to sound professional. He was, after all, trying to run a business for himself, even if it was just silly caricatures for parties.

"Hello Tanner, itís Julian. Remember me?"

"Y-y-your portrait. At the fair. Am I right?"

"Yes." I paused, not quite sure about how to proceed.

"Do you know anyone else who wants a portrait done?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, I was thinking," I paused again. "You want to get into art school, right?"

"Yes I do. I'm a senior this year and I'm putting my portfolio together for my college applications."

"Well, I was talking to some of my friends in the art department at Arkwright here," I explained. "And they told me that to get into art school you have to be really good at drawing the human figure."

"Yeah, thatís true. Iím a little weak at that. Iím great at faces, though!"

"I was thinking maybe you might need a figure model. You know, to practice on."

"Yeah, that would be great--just like in art school!"

"Tanner, would you like me to be your model?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. I could almost hear Tannerís heart beating.

"Uh, you mean clothed or nude?" he asked, almost in a whisper.

"However you want me."

There was another long pause. Then I heard Tannerís voice again, even more like a whisper.

"When?" he asked hesitantly.

I wasnít sure if I had read the boy right. When he was doing my portrait we made plenty of eye contact, and when I was looking at his drawings he did stand very close to me, almost pressing up against me. And then there were those drawings. I was pretty sure those drawings had some sort of homoerotic undercurrent. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wanted the boy so badly that I was imagining signs that werenít really there.

"Whenever you want."


"Your place or my dorm."

"Can you come over right now?" Tanner squeaked. There was a sense of urgency in his voice.


"Let me give you my address. My momís gonna be away for a few hours."

I was totally psyched! Everything was going according to plan.

It took me about twenty minutes to get to Tannerís house. From the looks of where he lived, his family was not that well off. Tanner was waiting for me at the door and eagerly guided me in.

"Come on, my roomís this way," he said breathlessly as he grabbed my arm and led me to his bedroom. "Iím sorry, Iím like so scatterbrained," he said nervously. "I totally forgot your name."

"Iím Julian. And youíre Tanner."

"Yeah, Iím Tanner. Thatís right. Come on, my roomís this way."

Tannerís room looked exactly like I expected it to. Small and cramped, it was full of model tanks and airplanes, and the walls were covered with posters of such nerdy things as the solar system, the space shuttle, the lunar landing, and the famous picture of Einstein sticking out his tongue. On the wall near Tannerís bed, there was a curious array of posters and black velvet paintings - all of unicorns. The unicorn pictures struck me as a little odd and out of place. There was a drafting table near the window and colored pencils, brushes and tubes of paint were scattered everywhere.

"Okay," he said, "you can sit over there or on the bed. Maybe you should sit on the bed. Yeah. You want some ice tea or something?"

"Iced tea sounds good. Yeah, I think Iíd like some."

"Okay. You stay there. Iíll be back."

Soon Tanner came back with two glasses of iced tea. They were filled to the brim and he spilled them a little as he handed me my glass. "Oh, donít worry about that," he said.

I took a sip of the iced tea. It was sticky sweet. Tanner came over and sat next to me.

"Iím really glad you could come over and model for me," Tanner said, smiling.

"Well, I figured it would be a nice thing to do, help out a young artist. And besides, Iíd really like to see more of your work."

"You really think Iím talented? Cuz people just say stuff like that just to humor me and I donít know if they really mean it--especially my mom. Moms always say that sort of stuff."

"I do think youíre talented. I canít draw at all. I admire people who can do things that I canít do."

"That means a lot to me. So uh, you want me to draw you now?"

"Sure. Where do you want me?"

"Right there is fine."

Tanner grabbed his sketchpad and a stick of charcoal. "Do you wanna, um, you know?"

I didnít have to answer his question. I smiled at Tanner and slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I did it VERY slowly. Tanner stared at me with his mouth slightly open. He took his glasses off and nervously wiped them on his shirt. Iíll admit that donít have a great body. At least I donít think I do. When I went to college I gained the infamous "freshman 15", fifteen pounds from eating cafeteria food three times a day. I kept telling myself Iím going to go to the gym and try to tone up, but I never do. But it didnít seem to matter to Tanner. He seemed in complete awe of this college guy who was stripping before his very eyes.

Tanner fidgeted, trying to adjust his swelling cock in his jeans. Meanwhile, my jeans were coming off. Tanner was staring at my underwear. My own cock wasnít hard yet, but I could feel it start to swell when I noticed Tanner looking at it. Then I took my underwear off and stood before the boy, completely naked.

"How long do you want me to pose?" I asked. "My friends in the art department say they usually warm up with a few quick poses and then finish off with one long pose. Do you want to do it like that?"

"Uh, yeah, okay. Iím gonna start drawing you now. Standing like that. Okay?" I did several short poses for Tanner. I could see him getting more flustered as he kept drawing. He was trying his hardest to keep me from noticing his erection. He kept fidgeting. His cock was about to burst out of his jeans, and it looked like it must have been a bit painful for him. The harder he got, the harder I got. The harder I got, the more he stared.

Finally he threw his pad down in frustration. "Iím sorry," he said, burying his face in his hands. "I just canít draw any more!"

I broke the pose and walked up to Tanner. I gently grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of his chair and up to a standing position. I held his face in my hands. I looked deeply into his eyes. His pupils were getting wider and wider. I put my lips to his. His lips parted slightly, giving no resistance as my tongue slipped inside the boyís mouth. I heard him swallow some saliva before he started to reciprocate. We stood there, locked together for a full five minutes before Tanner broke the kiss.

"How did you know?" Tanner asked, looking at me in amazement. "How did you know I was, uh, you know?"

"I didnít. But I hoped you were. I think you are very handsome, Tanner."

"But why? Why me? Iím not good-looking at all. My ears stick out."

I kissed Tanner on the lips and looked into his eyes again. "It doesnít matter, Tanner. You are very handsome TO ME. And I can tell youíre smart and talented. I like that. Got it?"

At that moment Tanner lost all of his hesitation, pulled me very close and started kissing me again. The boy was on fire. We fell onto the bed together. I was on my back and Tanner was on top of me, wildly thrusting his eager tongue into my mouth. His hand reached down and grabbed my cock. I began rubbing his monster meat through his jeans. I struggled to get his jeans unbuttoned. He helped me the buttons, and we both struggled to get Tannerís jeans and underwear off.

It was a very long makeout session. All of Tannerís lonely schoolboy horniness was unleashed at once. He was clumsy, wild and passionate. His kissing had no technique or subtlety, but I didnít care. I responded with equal sloppiness and enthusiasm.

Tanner came up for air. He was grinning. "How am I doing?"

"Youíre doing great!" I didnít even have a chance to catch my breath before Tanner started up again. He was sucking so hard on my tongue it almost hurt. But I decided I wasnít going to complain - I didnít want temper his exuberance and spoil the fun.

Then Tanner stopped. "Okay, uh, what do we do now?"

I stroked his back and kissed him again. "Whatever youíd like to do."

"Well, um, Iíve never really done anything like this before. Youíre the first person Iíve ever kissed. I hope itís okay. I mean, I hope Iím an okay kisser."

I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him again. "Youíre very talented, Tanner. Not only at drawing but at making out!"

"My breathís okay?"

There was something very charming about Tannerís nažve self-consciousness. I held him closer to me and rubbed his nose with mine. "You wanna know if your breath is okay?" I laughed.


"Well then breathe on me and Iíll tell you if itís okay."

Tanner grinned, took an exaggerated deep breath, blew on my face and giggled. We both started giggling and I rolled the boy over on his back so that I was now on top of him. Back to another deep kissing session.

I licked Tannerís ear and whispered into it. "What would you like to do?"

"I dunno. I told you I never did anything like this before."

"Is this okay, Tanner? We donít have to go any farther if you donít want to."

"Oh, I want to. Iím just new at all this."

"I can blow you if you want. Would you like that?"


Tanner struggled to get out of his clothing. I slowly made my way down to Tannerís cock, kissing his chest, stomach and navel along the way. Finally, I was holding the massive, uncut beast in my hand.

"Hey Tanner," I said, rubbing his cock against my cheek, "you do realize that you are uh, quite well-endowed. Your cock is huge!"

"I guess."

"Have you ever measured it?"

"Nine-and-a-half inches," he groaned, rolling his eyes.

"You donít sound too happy about it. Most guys would kill to have one as big as yours!"

"Nine-and-a-half inches is kinda hard to hide," Tanner complained. "Especially in the locker room, you know, cuz uh, thereís so much to look at and itís um, hard to keep it under control."

I slid the foreskin down and began licking the head until it was wet and shiny. "Well, you donít have to keep it under control around me!" I said. And then I took as much of it in my mouth as I possibly could.

Iíve been trying to learn to deep throat with some success, but I didnít even bother to try it with Tannerís cock. It was just too thick for me to even attempt - I knew Iíd gag. Instead, I contented myself to just suck, lick, stroke and kiss his beautiful member. His cock was very beautiful - the skin a pale salmon color with well-defined veins.

Tanner had a nice little thatch of reddish-blond pubic hair just above his cock. I could tell that it was newly-sprouted. It had that soft, straight quality of a young teenís first hair, before it thickens and starts to get curly. I loved the musky smell it produced. I moved onto Tannerís nearly hairless scrotum, licking it and gently sucking on each of Tannerís balls. Tanner moaned with pleasure. This was the first response I had gotten from the boy since I began the blowjob.

"You wanna do sixty-nine?" I asked. "Then you can try blowing me, too."

"Uh, I donít know if Iím ready for that yet. Iíve never done this kinda thing before. But I donít mind if you keep doing that to me. It feels good."

"Sure. Just let me know when youíre going to cum."

I decided not to rush Tanner. He had already gotten a lot more than he had bargained for, and I didnít want to scare him off. I began jerking myself off while I continued to leisurely work on his cock. I was enjoying myself immensely. A lot of the guys Iíve blown cum too quickly and itís over before I get fully aroused. But Tanner just lay back and let me lick and suck on his huge, sweaty member like an all-day sucker.

I wondered how Tanner would feel about me rimming him. I had only rimmed one other guy before, and I had really enjoyed it. I licked from the head of his cock to his scrotum in one long movement, then spent a good deal of time licking and sucking on his balls, then slowly moved to the tender pink flesh underneath his scrotum. Tanner gasped when he felt my tongue go down there. Slowly my tongue moved further.

Tanner didnít understand where my tongue was heading, so I had to gently spread his legs and lift them up a bit to get access to the boyís anus. It was an absolutely gorgeous hole - pink, clean and almost perfectly shaped. There were a few red hairs around his ass crack, but his hole was completely hairless. I started by giving Tanner one long lick from his scrotum all the way up his ass crack.

Tanner was surprised. "W-w-what are you doing?" he asked.

"Iím eating your ass."

"Eating my ass?" Tanner was perplexed. So innocent, I thought.

"Yeah, eating your ass; kind of like eating a pussy, but better!"

"Arenít you worried about germs and stuff?"

"You got Listerine?"

"Yeah. Well, not Listerine. You know, the drugstore brand. But itís the same thing. I mean, it doesnít have to be Listerine, does it?"

I thought it was hilarious that Tanner seemed deeply concerned about whether the mouthwash was name-brand or generic.

I laughed. "Doesnít matter. Kills germs either way. I eat your ass and then I use the Listerine after. Or the fake Listerine, whichever one. How does it feel? You like having your ass eaten?"

I didnít wait for Tanner to answer the question. I dove right into his hole and began to wiggle my tongue in.

"Ooh, yeah! Thatís good!"

Tannerís hole was fairly clean, and all I really tasted was sweat and a slight muskiness. I tried to get my tongue in deeper, but his hole was too tight or my tongue was too short. After a few minutes of straining to shove my tongue in as far as it would go, I resigned myself to simply licking and sucking Tannerís delicate bud. I noticed that as I was eating his ass, Tanner had begun to jack himself off vigorously. I put my lips around his puckered hole and began to suck hard on it. Tanner moaned even more. I was enjoying rimming him even more than blowing him, and I had resumed playing with my own cock. I was coming very close to going over the top.

Then I felt Tannerís body tensing up. I knew what was coming. I stopped rimming him and moved up towards his cock. Tannerís face had an intense, almost pained expression. His eyes were scrunched shut and he was gritting his teeth. He looked so goofy as he approached orgasm that I found myself really touched by the sincere display of emotion on his face. What a sweet boy!

As he was jacking himself off furiously, I moved to put my mouth over his cock head. He slid his hand down a bit to allow me to wrap my lips around the head. But the boy was jacking himself off so vigorously that it was difficult for me to keep my mouth on it. Then he stopped.

"Uh, I think Iím gonna squirt now. Is that okay?"

The way he said Ďsquirtí was so cute!

"Go ahead, Tanner. Squirt in my mouth!"

"Is that okay?"

I didnít answer him. I just wrapped my lips around that bulging head of his and waited for him to squirt his juice into my mouth. I was approaching my own orgasm, but I wanted to time it so I came right after Tanner squirted his spunk onto my tongue.

When Tanner came, he whimpered a bit like a little puppy dog. He gripped his hand tightly around my cock and stopped moving. I felt three short bursts of the boyís semen on my tongue. Then there was a fourth, longer burst that completely filled my mouth up. The taste? Grade A, light and sweet.

I held his spent cock in my mouth, taking in as much of it as I could as I savored the taste of the boyís cum. I frantically massaged the underside his still twitching cock with my tongue as I lost control and shot my load all over the bedspread.

I looked up at Tanner. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face radiated in a state of bliss. His fingers were clasped behind his head and I could see the delicate, wispy reddish-blond hairs that had just begun to sprout in the boyís armpits. The rest of the boyís body was completely smooth except for the equally wispy pubic hair, also a nice golden color. So cute! I was definitely crazy about him.

"Thank you so much, Tanner," I said. That was great!"

"No, thank YOU, Julian! Iíve never been so happy in my whole life!"

Tanner grabbed me for another hot kiss. I remembered how squeamish the boy had been about my eating his ass.

"What about the Listerine," I laughed. "Arenít you afraid of germs?"

"Oh, to heck with the Listerine," Tanner pulled me closer and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He sure wasnít squeamish any more.

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