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Cherry Pickers 13 Crosby
"If the Newbie Class had voted on superlatives, I would have garnered the "Most Likely to Look Middle Age by 30" award. Genetics had not been kind to me, as at 19, I was developing the body of a 30 year old. Some things I could change by diet and exercise, and at six foot one and 200 pounds was not overweight, but considering I had a natural monk's style hair pattern, a smooth chest and blonde hairy pubes, made me think of my father each morning as I looked in the mirror. Thank goodness I had been blessed with a great sense of humor and an artist's or rather architects eye.
Unlike many people, I appreciated many building styles and genres. New England Colonial, to Federal, Greek revival, Gothic Revival, Early Victorian, Eastlake, Sullivan, Frank Lloyd Wright, Colonial Revival, Art Nouveau, Art Deco, Mid Century Modern, I loved them all. I have yet to appreciate a lot from the 1970's forward, so it was no surprise that I wanted to be an architect with a bent for historic preservation.
And so I completed my first year of college, with only at least 4 more years to go before I obtained by degree. Since the university I attended was in a larger city with lots of great buildings, I was able to intern for a firm. Joe, an architect who I respected and admired, talked to me and guided me. Over the course of a few months, I found that although he was almost 40, he was unmarried and single. We talked about different places known for their great buildings and he commented one day that if I was lucky I would get to visit a place of great architecture and hard work. Inspired by the leading architectural styles, the buildings represented the best the period they represented. I opened up to Joe, and he to me. He said that he too had been a virgin at age 19, but an opportunity for a scholarship to complete his degree, work at that place. Led to him giving up his virginity. As the summer progressed, I found that if I choose to apply and was accepted, my ass would be up for auction. Who knew I had a kinky side, the thought of having an audience watch my cherry getting popped, and me unable to pick or control who took my virginity was a total turn on. "Remember these are men, and they come in all shapes, sizes and desires," Joe said. "The man who popped my Cherry probably would not have been picked by me, but he was one of the best lovers I have ever experienced. So, if you choose to go forward with it, keep your great sense of humor." Joe was not what most people would have chosen as what they desired in a stud to bed them, as he looked a lot like me, in fact some people thought he was my older brother.
So, when Greg called my name, I stood up, glad that someone had bid on me, and awaiting for that man to step through the darkness. "I'm here, Crosby," I heard Joe say before he breached the wall created by the lights. Unlike the rest of the men who had taken off their robe after entering the stage area, Crosby had stripped before entering the spotlights, so I saw him for the first time and if we had been in a lineup, he would have been selected as my older brother or father.
"Fuck me, OH GOD, FUCK ME" Joe. The other tops had extended their hand to the newbie, but it was I who grabbed Joe's hand as I led him to the Cock, and jumped on it. "This is a fantasy come true, I wasn't sure you wanted me and were being a mentor or what." I grinned. My cock was is only 5.5 inches and of average girth, while Joe sported 7 inches and thick.
"It may hurt at first," Joe said, looking out for me again.
"You have a job, now do it" I grinned back at him. If ever there was a virgin who wanted to get fucked, here I was. So Joe lubed his dick, and met my willing hole.
Pain, what pain? My ass had found what it was looking for all my life. A cock like Joe's, with a small helmet, it was like a mushroom perched on his shaft. Joe used his tool, sculpting my ass, making it respond to each thrust. My ass responded and pushed back and the dance of the fuck began. Like many dances, they are certain rules that must be followed, but quickly those who enjoy the dance adopt the rules as their own and develop moves of their own to make the dance personal, and come alive not only for them, but for those who are lucky enough to watch the spectacle unfold.
And so I am told, Joe and I began our dance, tentative at first, as we learned the moves that made each other happy, and within five minutes, we were like pros on the dance floor. My ass devoured his cock, as my mouth devoured his tongue. Our hands explored each other as we fucked, and Joe began to jack my cock as he drove into my willing ass. His voice seemed like soothing satin and velvet as the tones registered on my eardrums. Unlike many of the Cherry Picking I had seen I was surprised when I felt warm soothing oil being rubbed into my body my Joe as he continued to fuck me. The amount of love and compassion Joe showed me made by body respond as my hips began a dance of their own, and by love canal clenched Joe's cock. All too soon, I felt his body tense, and I felt him unload again and again into my willing ass.
I wanted more of Joe...
End of Chapter 13