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The Taco Man, Part II I got to Rick's apartment a few minutes early, I just couldn't wait. I pushed the button outside the door but didn't hear anything ring or buzz inside. I rapped on the door and still got no response. "Hello!" I called in through the open window, but apparently no one was home. I looked at my watch, remembered that he'd said he wanted to go to the pool between work and meeting me. Just then I heard footsteps on the metal stairs and I looked up to see him heading my way, still running a towel through his hair. "Well I'll be damned!" I said, pretending to be surprised to see him yet again. "Small world isn't it Rick?" I said, and he agreed that it was, not knowing that I'd ccarefully arranged this entire "chance" meeting. "What are you doing here Mr...." and he realized he didn't even know my last name. "Reed, Dennis Reed, but my friends call me Deny" I told him. "I'm the guy who called you about the roommate ad". "What the hell are you talking about?" he said, totally confused by my being there. "You've got a family and probably a big house across town, why would you want to move in and share a dump like this?" "Oh, it's not for me, it's for an intern in my office, a young guy who won't be making much of a salary. I told him I'd keep my eyes open for something reasonable. He'll be putting in plenty of odd hours so it'll almost be like you've got the place to yourself. I need to be able to give him a little more detail about it though, can we go inside?" He turned the knob on the door, it had been open all the time and I could've just walked in. Once inside I could see that Rick didn't have anything much to protect from being burglarized. It reminded me of my first apartment back twenty years earlier, one I shared with three other college guys. "Hey do you mind if I change out of these wet trunks?" he said and I told him that would be fine. They weren't very flattering on him, loose-fitting and long, but they did show off his extremely hairy upper body. Jesus, this guy was a real hunk! His chest and belly hair exploded in all directions, up over his shoulders, onto his muscular arms and as he turned to walk towards the bedrooms I could see a thick patch of it all over his lower back. "I'll look around a bit" I told him. I waited just long enough to decide that he had gotten the wet trunks off, but not long enough to put dry clothing on and then I accidentally (?) opened the door to the room where he'd gone. My timing was perfect , he was completely and absolutely buck- naked. "What the fu....!" he began, turning towards me as I opened the door. "Oh, I'm sorry Rick, I thought this was the spare room, the one my young colleague would be renting". I stared at him across the room, thinking to myself that this guy was a real god-damned animal....a combination of grizzly bear in the body-hair department, but also hung like a fucking stud race- horse. His fat cock dangled down damned near to his knees, even right out of the pool when most guys (me for sure anyway) are somewhat shrunken in size, with cock and balls drawn up close. If he were now even slightly diminished in size I could hardly wait to see him fully aroused and erect, and I intended to get him that way as soon as humanly possible. "Holy fuckin' shit!" I said, not bothering to hide my amazement at his wondrously hairy body, with the big donkey-dick hanging between his legs. "Something wrong?" he asked me, and I decided to put the game-playing aside. "Fuck no, you know I've been hot for you since last week when I first saw you at the mall, right?" I said. "Well, yeah, I though you seemed a bit more interested than the average weekend customer. But you've got a wife and kids right?" he asked. "What the hell difference does that make between two guys?" I wondered aloud, and he put his hands on his hips, as if inviting me to come over and "chow-down" on his big cock. It was all the invitation I needed and I dropped to my knees to begin making oral love to his fat man-meat. I licked the tip, the big bulging head and eventually the huge fat shaft of his cock, then dove down onto it so that I could swallow it entirely down my throat. Over the years I've sucked lots of cock, but none as big as Rick Jenson's and I have to admit that he damned near choked me with his big sausage. If I hadn't been so god-damned excited I might not have been able to handle it all, but running my hands up and down his hot, hairy body made me so horny I could've probably swallowed a watermelon if it were hanging between his hairy, muscular legs. Rick fucked my face for quite a while, talking absolute filth to me as I sucked him off. Eventually he blew a huge load of spunk down my throat, warning me in advance in case I wanted to let it spray all over me instead of down my throat. It really was a toss- up, but I opted for having him flood my guts. I sucked wildly to get every hot drop of his cum, and once he finished I sort of expected that we would take it easy for a while. That wasn't the case though. "Come one man, I want to fuck your ass!" he said to me and I realized that he wasn't getting even slightly smaller in size from when I'd been sucking him. Yeah, I'd been fucked plenty of times since my first time (I was fourteen years old when two uncles and an older brother busted my tight virgin ass-hole for the first time) but never by anyone quite so big or as sexy as Rick Jenson. "You want it bad don't you Denny?" he said, teasing me by fisting his big cock and shaking it in my direction. "It's what you wanted last Saturday at the mall, and that night in the grocery story right?" Ahead, he had seen me there. "You're god-damned right I want it, but I don't know if I can take everything you've got. What if I told you I've never don this before?" I asked him, and he laughed. "Then I'd say you're either a liar or someone who's about to lose his cherry. Judging by the way you've been cruising me I'd guess you've done this before". "Yeah you're right, but I just wondered if you'd buy it. Hey, it is true that I've never take a cock quite this big up my ass before, but I can hardly wait to give it a try. You got anything to lube my hole with first?" On the night-stand next to his bed there was a container Of sun-tan oil which he'd had out at the pool with him. It was that really thick stuff that smells like coconuts, and he reached for it as I took off the rest of my clothes. I lay down on the bed and he squirted a big glob of it onto the small of my back, rubbing it up onto my broad back and shoulders. "Oh yeah, nice ass man!" he said, adding that he could hardly wait to get at it. My own body is almost completely hairless, not much at all except under my arms and around my cock. Even my legs and butt are very lightly coated. What a contrast that was to him! Maybe that's why I've always been drawn to really hairy guys like Rick. Of course there was an added bonus from him because of his monster- cock. While not very hairy, my butt is pretty nice looking to lots of guys, it's firm and muscular and I usually wear a pretty revealing pair of bikini trunks out to the pool which permits me to get a really great tan. Most of my buns are sun-bronzed, but there's a thin strip of white. Rick really seemed to get off on that, running his hands and eventually his tongue over the surface of the white section. Yeah, I'd noticed that first day how thick and rough his beard looked, but when I actually felt it rasping against my smooth ass I couldn't believe it. It felt like a heavy grade sandpaper against my skin and I knew there would be some red chafed marks on my buns when he finished with me. He pulled my ass-cheeks apart and I felt him dive in and bury his face in my crack, exciting the hell out of me with his rough whiskers. Then it got even better by having him slip his tongue right up into my chute. "Oh Jesus Christ, oh shi-i-i--t!" I groaned. "Yeah, tongue my ass-hole man, lick my butt-hole, fuck me with your tongue!" I know plenty of guys don't get into eating ass-holes, but Rick certainly did....almost as much as I dug having him do it. I pushed my ass back to meet his face so that he could probe deeper up my hole, driving me deeper into ecstasy. I felt him leave my ass and he squirted some of the tanning oil right into the crack, and I felt the thick liquid ooze in. "Oh yeah, that feels so good!" I said to him, though I hated the fact that his talented tongue was no longer eating my ass-hole. I could feel his middle finger begin to trace up and down my crack, teasing the opening which he'd already gotten so hot with his tongue. "Oh yeah, do it to me!" I moaned, my voice hoarse with anticipation. "Finger my ass, get me all opened up and ready for your big beautiful cock Rick!" What I discovered over the next few minutes was that Rick Jenson had not only an extremely talented tongue, but great hands as well. He slid his oil-slicked finger in and out of my ass-hole, moving it all the time from side to side as well as in-and-out. I got the distinct impression that he wasn't a newcomer to this scene as well, since he certainly seemed to know what he was doing to prepare me for his fat cock. For several glorious minutes he fingered my ass hole, pushing his lubed finger well up inside me and wriggling it around. Finally I decided that I was ready and hoped that I really was sufficiently greased and loosened up to accept his enormous fuck- pole. "Come on you big dicked gorilla, fuck me! Let me have that fat cock of yours!" I screamed out. He sort of pulled me up onto all fours so that he could position himself correctly. I'd had Rick most of the way down my throat and though I'd accurately gauged just how incredibly big he was. Once his fat cock-head pressed into my pulsing man-cunt though, I realized just HOW big he was. It took several minutes for me to be able to fully accommodate him, and once he was all the way in I knew that I was about to be fucked like I'd never been fucked before. After him, no one else would ever be able to compare. I knew that from the instant he finally forced his monster cock-head in between my tight muscle-ring. Once he'd sufficiently opened me up he was eventually able to get it all inside me, and I felt his spring pubic bush tickling my bare ass to indicate that he'd actually accomplished the unbelievable....namely to bury his entire cock up my ass. "You got it all Denny, every fuckin' inch of my cock!" he said, and I shouted back over my shoulder. "Then let me have it good, you big-dicked fucker! Pump my ass with your god-damned horse- cock. I want you to flood my ass with your load like you did my mouth earlier!" As he plowed into me I could feel his thickly haired body rubbing against me and I wanted to feel it more. It was almost as if he were reading my mind because he flipped me over, without ever having to remove his cock from my ass-hole so that we were now face-to-face. Laying that way I could not only watch him fuck me, I could rake my hands through the expansive mat of hair that blanketed this new-found wonder-boy. I'd never ever felt quite so excited as I did with Rick, not even with my older brother. (Yeah, after that first time he raped me with my uncles, my brother Tyler and I made it fairly regularly for several years. His death in an auto accident when I was in college was a real shock, but I easily found other men to take his spot in my life). We fucked that way, face-to-face for a long time. Jesus, Not only was this guy really well-hung (and well haired) but he had A great deal of stamina and the ability to not come until he wanted to. "Oh damn! Oh SHIT! do it!" I screamed out, tugging on his hair- coated pecs while he slammed almost viciously into me. "Flood my ass with your spunk baby!" As if on command he let loose with a magnificent load, one that exploded up into me and practically lifted me up off his cock with the intensity of his ejaculation. Just like earlier, after I'd blown him, his amazing meat didn't get a bit softer or smaller after he came for the second time. I could still feel him as big as ever and completely stretching My pulsing hole to the max. We rolled over once more so that I was now on top of him, sitting up and bouncing up and down on his still-erect organ. "Oh damn that's good, so fucking good!" I said, with my ass and his cock combining to make some really gross slurping sounds as I fucked myself up and down. "Oh shit, I'm gonna' come!" I said and he reached out to stroke my own ample dick. "Yeah do it Denny, come all over my hairy chest!" he insisted, and I ended up giving him a come-bath the likes of which I'd never known myself capable. Rope after stringy white rope of spunk spewed from my manhood, thoroughly painting his broad hairy chest with white goo. I took my hands and smeared the stuff into his hairiness, then collapsed atop him, pressing my mouth to his and reveling in the feel of his chest all slimy with my cum. Over the next four hours he fucked me three more times, and I rammed my own cock up his ass twice. It turned out that Rick Jenson enjoyed getting fucked almost as much as he got into doing it to me. I wanted to stay all night, but knew that was impossible. It was going to be difficult for me as it was to come up with a reason for being quite as late as I was. I'd worked some long hours in the past (legitimately) but never quite this late. With any luck my wife would already be asleep when I got in, that way maybe she wouldn't know just when I came home. Very often when she and her sister go out like they had on this particular evening they would come back to our house and crack open a bottle of wine after the kids went to bed. Monday nights were their usual night to do this ("Mondays are kid-eat-free- at Chicken Villa" you know). There's actually been Mondays I've come home and found them both passed out in the family room. Usually her sister makes it home though before conking out. Not to worry though, she lives only two doors away from us. "What time do you work tomorrow?" I asked him as I left his apartment, and Rick replied that he was off. "Great! I'll call in sick and be over early!" I told him. Want to know how all this has played out? Of course you do. I did call in sick that next day and Rick's ad did appear in the newspaper saying that he was looking for a roommate. After a couple of calls which interrupted our outrageous morning of non- stop sex, we simply took the phone off the hook. You see, there was no reason for him to even consider taking in a roommate because I'd already decided before ever leaving his place that first night how to make all of us happy. Another guy in my office (one of them who shares Marge with me) has had a mistress for almost four years now. He pays her rent, arranges for her to go on business trips with him, and spends several evenings a week at the place he leases for her. Neil and his wife haven't been happy for years, but divorce is out of the question for him, just as it is for me. If he can have that kind of arrangement with Yvette, why shouldn't I be able to do the same with Rick? Neither of our wives are the wiser, and it certainly keeps us satisfied. I told her that I'd been assigned to a very large audit which would take me out of town three or four days per week. That was half-true. I did get a huge assignment that would be up to eight months long before it was completed, but it was right there in town. The three nights per week that I spent at the apartment with Rick were the three nights she thought I was in Toledo. I can't believe she never considered checking up on me. I gave up my weekly golf game on Sundays (bowling in the winter) and softball on Saturdays so that Rick and I could spend that time together as well. He's gotten promoted to manager at Taco Town, thanks to the barrage of compliments from satisfied customers. It's amazing how many different ways a word-processor can be made to say the same glowing compliments about one man. I can show you how if you're interested. Being in charge of the place he has a lot more flexibility to get away on a moment's notice if I find that I can run back to the apartment for a fast-and-furious fuck during the day. The first thing he did as manager was to fire the fat bitch who'd waited on me there. I fully expect that one day this whole arrangement will be discovered, just like when I was making it with my principal's son fifteen years ago. Until then though, I intend to make the most of every minute I can spend with my hot, hairy and horny taco man. I still don't like the food, but I will admit that there's nothing tastier than wrapping a tortilla around Rick's fat cock and eating it up. Okay, maybe sometimes (all the time) I forget the tortilla and just concentrate on his cock. We've moved him out of that dump by the grocery store into a much nicer place out in the country where most evenings we light a fire in the fireplace and lay naked in front of it. In the six months that we've been together I can honestly say that I think Rick's gotten even more densely coated with dark hair....if that's possible! His cock is in a constant state of erection, but I've managed to stretch my ever-ready ass-hole to accept him at a moment's notice. Yes, ours is the ideal love affair, one which I intend to keep going for as long as possible. I've gotten into a bit of harmless (?) embezzling lately, and if all goes according to plan I'll soon have enough socked away in my Swiss bank account for Rick and I to go off together for good. We found our perfect island in the Caribbean a few weeks ago when I was supposedly gone to Chicago for a business trip and it's just a matter of time before we end up there together without the need to sneak around any more. What a stroke of luck that my wife's such a soft-touch for the kids. Otherwise we'd never have stopped at the taco place to get an Orange Slice a few months back and I'd never have seen Rick Jensen. ....or maybe I would've. I can't help but think there was some huge out-of-our-control reason that we were destined to be together, and if it hadn't been the mall, some other occasion would've come up to bring the two of us together. Have I fooled around with anyone else since meeting Rick? Well, there have been several business trips that I really did have to take, and at each of them there were opportunities for me to get together with someone, be it a male or a female. Back before I met Rick I never hesitated to arrange a one-night stand with some guy I'd meet at a gay-bar in a strange city. Now though, I'm more likely to try to arrange a late-night flight back home.....well, almost home ....so that I can spend the night with my big-dicked hirsute lover. Neil (the guy in my office) has figured out that I'm pulling the same shit on my wife that he is with his. He's even suggested that the two of us take our "mistresses" on a long weekend trip together. "C'mon Denny, it'll be a great time! Maybe we could even swap?" he said, but I can't imagine that Neil or Yvette would quite understand if I showed up ready for a weekend of unbridled sex with Rick. On the other hand, who knows what kind of things the two of them might be into? Maybe I'm underestimating them. "Hey Marge, buzz Neil's office for me!" I said into my intercom.