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I came to know the guy through my next-door neighbors; five foot ten, clean-shaven, kinda chubby. With a pick up truck and a country music lovin’ redneck attitude, really not my type of guy, yet we’d partied together many times. They all were aware of my lifestyle and though the feelings about it were like the weather, they respected me for it above all.

I figured out through my neighbors that I had been with the youngest brother of their redneck friend, who has a right large cock swinging. The realization did not make me wonder about him and we went on with our acquaintanceship, parties and the like for many a season. But then there came the summer of reckoning.

I happened to be already outside when he parked, so I went to talk to him. He had come by to visit the neighbors, but they weren’t home. The humidity of the summer day had our mood as high as the temperature. I invited him inside where coolness waited and we could indulge in 420. He started the sexual conversation when he told me how he wanted to fuck a female friend of mine. From there, we were on a roll about sex of all kinds. He told me he’d heard about the sexual advances made toward me by the male neighbor next door, and then after a slight pause he asked me what I’d do if he were to whip out his cock. I asked what he would want me to do if he were to whip out his cock. In answer he pulled his shorts leg aside and there it sat for a quick peek. In that peek, I had seen that it stood out at a rigid seven inches long, about a full two inches thick and uncut. But I alluded to him about it not, although my nine inches steadily throbbed in my jeans. The talk continued, during which time he showed me his dick again, only then for a longer time and his balls were also freed during the second feature. While I got that better look, I saw that in all its hardness, not only had the head freed itself from the foreskin, his balls slowly rolled and they were certainly of nice size and hairlessness. Damn how those orbs turned me on! It only took him to see me lick my lips and he not only suggested I go down on his cock; he wanted me to crawl to it.

I stood and whipped out my manmeat in the interim, watched his hazel eyes as they scanned the length of it and my low balls and then he looked back into my eyes. I crawled to his cock as he had suggested, sucked his hardness with a hunger he loved, and after he pulled out of my mouth and began to stroke it, I then watched with glee as he pointed that dick at me and let me feel his ample load as it splashed from my neck to my tool box. Shortly after his cum got cleaned up and he had gone, I couldn’t help but stroke my cock to a gusher of an orgasm at what had just happened. As I lay in selfish afterglow, I realized full well that he’d be back for more within a few days.

As expected, my redneck friend made the return, but there came a lot less pretension. He had no sooner walked in the door before he simply whipped out that seven inches and told me to suck it. I followed the order and whipped out my long dick in the meanwhile. Then, just to be a prick and test the limits of the redneck, I slowed my oral assault and rubbed my gun on his hairy calf. Much to my surprise he seethed as he first moved his leg back against my cock; he then slid his cock from my lips and then reached down to get hold of my meat. After he commented on how much longer and thicker it was than his own, he began to stroke it. Much harder than I liked, but he touched it. I got him to stand again and then rubbed it harder on his leg while my suck job increased fortitude. In not a lot of time he warned me that he felt ready to soon cum. I pulled back and watched with true male admiration at how he whole-fist stroked it, and then we grunted with full gluttony as the first shot of his load splashed against my chin and ran down into the black hair of my goatee.

The rest of his load covered me from Adam’s apple to tool box. We somewhat cleaned up his cum and he stayed longer than the time previous. I forced the issue about the mansex that had occurred several times between us; I asked why he had made the move. He said that to get to know me made it a need to know thing for him. He needed to know if he measured up to my expectations of a man and his dick. Though I’d never had any previous want or expectations of him, I lied and told him he measured up exactly as I expected him to. Or did I really lie? Once I became sure he felt up for some mansex, I expected him to want head from me, and I also expected him to like it to the point where he would return for more. He had done all that and a bit more. He furthered on and asked if he had what it took to satisfy me.

“As long as you can put that stiff cock of yours down my throat like a man and shoot me a load when the time is right, you’ve got what it takes to satisfy me.” I told him. Again, after he had gone, I beat my cock to a gusher in heated recall.

The next time I saw him in his truck, we talked about a CD in my collection I had fallen out of favor with. I offered it to him and he wanted it, but during the course of the debate, I took a few ever-longer gazes at his commando meat. I knew he saw me look because his dick got hard and then went soft more than twice. Certainly made a nice tent of the flimsy shorts he wore. I asked at one point if it stood hard, he said it wasn’t but I believed different and reached out to make sure. He had told me right but that didn’t confront me, because just within a few slides of my fingers that prick jumped back to rigid seven and I felt more than willing to suck on it. We went into the house, he stepped from the shorts, sat on a kitchen chair and spread his legs and then I stared into his eyes while I went to my knees and freed my meat. By the time my knees touched the linoleum, I had his cock down to the root.

His moans and groans sounded so good in my ears, strictly because I felt the completeness of the control. He showed me just how much when he did the last thing I expected and placed a hand on my head and let it slide over my close cut curls. He whispered for me to suck his cock several times, and each repeat gained some volume and vulgar prefix. He told me he liked how my hot mouth slid up and down his cock, sucked in a sharp inhale and then let it out while he talked about my hot throat and how tight it felt. When he told me to lick all over that cock, I instead freed it, much to his stare of surprise. Then I smiled and watched him, watch me move down to and then lick those round and hairless, cum loaded orbs as they gently rolled.

In order to fully enjoy them, I went even lower in position, wet them and then took them both in. He really put forth the talk and reached for my head, only to apply a slight pull, which told of his want for my mouth back on his cock. Yes, he gave me a bit more time to enjoy those hot balls, but eventually he verbally suggested I get back and suck on his cock. As I went to do so, he instead suggested I stand, while he pushed his jeans to his ankles. I couldn’t help but to ask why as he helped me to do so. He said he wanted to ‘go up in me’ as he turned me around. I immediately denied his request and then took his cock back into my mouth as a wholeheartedly accomplished event.

I sucked speedily on his rod for a few, and then when he least expected. I swallowed it and sniffed through his brown pubes as I held it. The force behind his instant thrusts made me begin to groan and I got grip on his thighs to help keep that dick down me. On the release he told me that if I were to keep on with that swallow action, I would make him shoot.

“Then you’re gonna shoot that load!” I said and repeated the throat fuck until he called me off of his rigid cock. He let me apply the stroke and I moaned and groaned ever louder to watch how many shots of thick man milk coated my chin, chest and stomach. As I cleaned up he told me he would be back to see me again soon and that he would have a surprise for me at that time.

“You know where to find me.” I told him, closed the door and then stroked out a load that shot to my chin.

Less than a week later he came back, but he seemed in sort of a hurry. Or so I thought until I looked at his crotch. He quickly dropped those jeans and got me to my knees before himself. Damn, how I loved the feel of that rigid seven-inch cock as it slid in and out of my greedy mouth and throat. He talked to me about it all the while and expressed many times how hot my throat felt and how if I were to put that dick down there a few more times, he would fill my mouth with his load. Since that stood as exactly what I wanted, I throated his cock in repetition and held it down for long periods. When he abruptly ceased my suck frenzy and removed his cock from my mouth, I knew he had other plans.

He first helped me to my feet and then helped me with my jeans to the point where he pushed them to my ankles. Then he stared into my eyes and relayed with a gaze, exactly what he expected. I told him no, and backed it up with the fact that he liked to be rough. He begged me, promised me he would be as easy as I would tell him to. All the while, he stroked his cock with one hand and used a finger on the other hand to moisten and play over my hole. By the time my resistance got low enough, he had already turned me halfway around. I knew I wanted him to fuck my ass, but to resist and make him beg made it all the sweeter. Within a few slides of that cockhead over my hot hole I bent right over the chair, had my legs gaped for him and became ready to beg him to shove that rigid rod in me.

He greased my hole well with his saliva and then eased the head in and out a few times before he slowly eased it all in to stay. The heat and the feel of him behind me made me move back, and soon, he got to feed me that cock just the way I’d needed it. I moaned, groaned, seethed and grunted to the feel of his rough fuck. I beat my cock, worked my nipples, pulled at his ass and told him to fuck me good. I called him every kind of ass fuck maniac I could utter. He asked if I wanted to feel his load heat up my insides, I said yes without hesitation. As he worked up to it, he told me exactly how much he knew I like to get on my knees and suck his rigid seven-inch cock, and that he knew all along that I had a want for him to get behind me and fuck my hole like a man. And now that his cock and my ass were joined, he told me I loved it. I requited his every word and shoved back to his cock in full show while I worked my nipples with one hand and stroked my cock with the other.

He again asked if I wanted that load up in me, I again said yes and then it began to happen. Blast after blast of his hot seed slammed up in my hole and made flames of lust scream through my trim six-foot form. By the time my load had ceased its flight and we’d found our breath again, I got on the floor and he climbed atop me with heavy breath in my ear. As he cleaned up, he told me to be ready to give up more of my ass the next time he dropped by.

Two days later, that’s exactly what happened. Griffin_1664@yahoo.com