Chuck the Painter

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CHUCK THE PAINTER

Prologue

Perhaps I should clarify something first. This instance was not entirely my first sex with a guy. I had played around with some of the neighbor boys when we were around 8 or 9 years old, nothing serious, some fondling and mutual stroking and such. While in high school, I was sucked off once by an unknown guy at a local park who asked me to shove my dick through the hole in the wall between our two stalls. In college I was also sucked off a couple of times in a restroom in the math/sciences building. Again, by an unknown but talented cocksucker on the other side of a glory hole.

This instance that I want to relate to you now, is my first time with a MAN. What I mean is one on one, face to face, naked, full on sex with a grown man. A life changing experience for me. I apologize for the length of my story...the more I thought back, the more I remembered.

CHUCK THE PAINTER

I was 23 at the time. Maybe a late bloomer, maybe not.

I was asked by Bill, my boss to accompany him to a trade show out of town to look at some desperately needed equipment. I was shocked and pleased that he asked me to travel with him and that he might actually value my opinion.

We checked in to our hotel and left to find our respective rooms after arranging to meet in the lobby an hour later. The room was wonderful and I kind of wished that my girlfriend at the time couldn't have come with me but it was a work related trip, after all. I unpacked and settled in then left to meet Bill in the lobby. I found him in the midst of a group of people all laughing, joking and having a good time. I was introduced to the group and we headed to the restaurant for drinks and dinner. I felt somewhat of an outsider. Of course, it could also have been my age as most of them were in their 40's or even 50's. Then there was me, the young buck, who knew no one and was a bit uncomfortable.

The booze and stories were flowing freely. Dinner was great.. After dinner one of the women talked me into trying a Golden Cadillac. I'm still not sure what was in the drink but it went down awfully smooth and tasted great. Talk and drinks continued till the room started spinning. I knew then that I had consumed way too much liquor, not being much a drinker anyway, it hit me pretty hard. I said my good nights and I offered to pay my share of the tab, Bill waved me away, saying he would take of it. Bill, then asked me to meet him in the lobby then next morning at 8:00am. to have breakfast before the trade show.

I needed to get back to my room and piss and/or hurl. Both feelings were nagging at me. I left the restaurant and headed for the elevators. Just before reaching the elevators I noticed a wide hallway with a sign, "Meeting Rooms 1-4" and "Restrooms". I thought I might as well pee before I headed upstairs. There was a women's room on the left side of the hall and a men's room on the right. Just past the restrooms was a shiny chrome stand in the middle of the hallway with a sign reading "Caution Wet Paint". On the floor of the hallway was a rolled up tarp, a paint bucket and assorted stuff. The end of an aluminum ladder was just disappearing around the corner further on down the hall. The mild paint fumes in the air didn't help my stomach any.

I shoved the restroom door open and entered. It was very large, well lit, clean and quite attractive. On the left wall was a long marble counter inset with 5 matching oval hand sinks. Past the sinks were 4 urinals mounted to the wallpapered wall. Across the room were 4 stalls with painted wooden stall dividers. I walked to the sinks and looked in the large mirror. I looked like shit, pale and pasty. On the counter was a squat plastic red and white pump of Lava hand soap looking totally out of place. I grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and wet them with cool water and wiped my face. Just then I heard a flush and one of the stall doors opened expelling a tall, skinny, pimple faced boy probably around 17 or so. He was dressed in the typical white painters attire. White pants, white t-shirt and white painters cap all speckled with an assortment of cream, tan, gray and blue dots and smears. He joined me at the sinks and was washing his hands when the bathroom door opened. In walked another tall but older man, dressed in the same white painters garb. He walked up to the sink and set his keys on the counter then pumped a big hand full of the Lava soap and began washing the paint splatters from his hands and forearms. The younger guy was drying his hands with paper towels when the older man spoke up.

"I have most of the truck packed up" he said in a smooth, deep voice, "Just pack up the rest of the stuff out here in the hall and wait with the truck, I'll be there soon as I can, I just have to find the night manager to sign the work order"..."And make sure you have the lid on that paint tamped down good!" he added.

"Sure thing" answered the young kid as he grabbed the keys from the counter.

"Hey, take this with you" he said, tossing the Lava soap container to the kid. He caught it and pulled the restroom door open and left.

My stomach suddenly felt queasy, I retched and I ran for the nearest stall. Not even bothering with closing the door. I dropped to my knees and let fly, emptying my entire stomach in one huge spew into the shiny, white porcelain bowl. I rolled off a hunk of toilet paper and wiped my mouth. I heard the sound of rustling paper towels as I stood up to flush the toilet and the mess away.

"You OK there, buddy" came a deep, soft voice.

"Yeah, I think so." I said "Sorry about that", I added. I turned to leave the stall as I felt his strong hand grip my upper arm to steady me. He pulled me out of the stall and held firm to my arm.

"You look a bit wobbly, bud, you aren't driving are you?" he asked.

"No, I have a room upstairs." I said.

"That''s good, I don't want to see you on the road like this" he said. I thanked him and apologized again.

"Hey, I've been in that position more times than I care to admit." he announced.

I wanted to get to the sink. His left hand still held fast to my upper arm as I felt his right hand on my ass. I started to take a step forward and felt his hand release the hold on my arm as he gave me a soft pat on the ass with the other, kind of propelling me forward. I turned the water on as he moved to the urinals. I splashed my face with cool water and rinsed the sourness from my mouth. I felt much better now. Still a bit fuzzy but much better. I heard him give a loud "Aaaaahhhh....." as I heard his powerful piss stream hit the water in the bottom of the urinal. Now I had to pee.

He was standing at the second urinal, so I made my way to the last of the row of four. There were no dividers between the wall hung urinals. I fumbled with my zipper and my jockeys till I finally had my cock in hand. I relaxed a bit and started pissing. I heard his piss stream taper off a bit, then I heard another short stream, then another, even shorter till he had drained himself. I finished pissing and zipped up. I turned and headed back for the sinks noticing that he held a rather large cock in his hand. Well, he wasn't really holding it so much as just letting it lay across his palm. With the length of his cock, it just kind of hung over his hand into the urinal. I got to the sinks and washed my hands. As I turned toward the opposite wall and the towel dispensers I noticed his cock looked even bigger and that he appeared to be stroking his long, thick meat. I grabbed some towels and dried my hands, turning to see what I could without being too obvious. I was always fascinated with watching another guy stroke himself. I went back to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, brushing my fingers through my hair and making a play at primping as I stole glances at this guy. He took a slight step back from the urinal and then bounced his cock playfully in his palm. It made a wonderful slapping noise. He turned his head and smiled at me. I hadn't had the chance to notice how good looking this man was. Tall, broad shouldered, narrow waist, long legs. He had curly dark reddish-brown hair that hung out from under his white painters cap. He had a nice smile and a short, well trimmed beard and mustache on his square jawed face...and an amazing cock! His fingers curled around the long shaft as he started slowly stroking his meat in long, slow pulls. I watched intently. I moved back to the last urinal and unzipped, pulling my cock out.

He looked over at my dick and nodded, grinning "Nice fat one, buddy!"

"Thanks, but yours is huge! It's so long!" I said, watching his every move.

He let go of his cock and it hung, semi-hard in front of him and I watched as the skin slowly covered most of his cock head. He was uncircumcised. I hadn't seen many natural cocks before. He grasped it again and I watched with awe as the skin slid back revealing his beautiful cock head. I had the strongest urge to touch him and feel for myself the manhood he held in his strong hand.

"You like to be sucked?" he asked "I'd love to suck that fat dick of yours.

"S-s-sure" I stuttered. "I love being sucking on."

"Are you staying here alone?" he asked.

"Yes...room 520" (I'm guessing here, I don't really remember which room I was in)

"Great...would you like some company?" he asked

How could I turn down being sucked off by this nice looking guy? I told him sure, I could really go for it. He then explained how he needed to get his work order signed and get his helper back to the shop, then he would get cleaned up and be back in about an hour. I agreed and I gave him my room number again.

He then stuffed his cock back into his pants and said "See you in a little while then" and was gone.

I headed to the elevators and went to my room. I opened the door and it was freezing inside, I had left the AC on way too high. I turned it off and sat down in one of the arm chairs. What was I doing, I thought, inviting a man to my room..I don't know this guy from the man in the moon. I needed to clear my head. I went to the bathroom where they had a small coffee maker and brewed myself a pot. I swallowed a few aspirin from my bag then brushed my teeth and took a shower. The coffee was ready when I got out of the shower and I pulled on a white terry robe, compliments of the hotel, and turned on the TV. I called the front desk for a 6:00am wake up call. It was now 8:30pm, he should be here about 9:00 or so, I figured, after my shower and stuff. I stretched out on the bed and watched some TV. With the coolness of the room and the coffee, and the aspirin I took, I was again feeling pretty much back to normal. By 10:00pm I knew he wasn't coming. I felt somewhat relieved but still a little disappointed as I was kind of hoping to enjoy a nice blow job. Oh well!

I woke and sat straight up, at first not knowing where I was. The lights were on and the TV was on, I glanced around and realized where I was. I looked at the bedside clock. The glowing red numbers showed 10:47pm. I thought I heard something. I grabbed the remote and after pressing a few buttons I managed to click off the TV. I then heard something again, it was a light knocking at my door. I got off the bed, adjusting my robe and headed for the door. I opened it and there he was. I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

He was stunning! The florescent lights in the restroom didn't do him justice. Seeing him only in the cavernous size of the restroom, I had no idea he was such a big man. He stood there filling my hotel room doorway. He was 6'-3", if not taller, the painters cap was gone revealing a beautiful head of the short, curly, dark reddish brown hair I saw before, like the color of chestnuts. His short cropped, well trimmed beard and mustache were of the same color. His eyes were a pale brown and sparkled. He was dressed in a heavy, bleached white t-shirt which was pulled tight over his well built body. His t-shirt was tucked into a pair of faded form fitting jeans and he was wearing a pair of black wellington boots. Both the shirt and pants were so fitting they could have been sprayed on. I noticed his chest and the broad, rounded pecs with protruding nipples and the slight outward curve of his stomach muscles above his tight button fly jeans. His jeans were tight across his hips, my eyes followed the button fly down to a large bulge in the strong fabric. You could see the outline of his long cock as it curved to the left and ran down his inner thigh. Shit...he was a handsome stud. In his hand was a small, brown paper bag, which he held at his side.

I stood there holding the door to my room open, gazing up and down at this hunk, I must have looked like an idiot. I saw his lips move but heard nothing. "I'm sorry....what?" I said. He smiled wide showing large, even teeth. The corners of his sparkling pale brown eyes crinkled a bit when he smiled.

He gave a little chuckle and his voice, deep and smooth, like thick coffee, asked "Can I come in?"

"Oh! Sure, come on in!" I felt like a fool as I turned sideways to allow him in my room. I had the fleeting thought of him being nearly as wide as the door frame, but he managed just fine.

I closed the door as he asked if he could use the bathroom. "I really gotta pee", he said. He walked into the bathroom which was just inside the door and lifted the seat and yanked free the buttons on his jeans. I walked into the bedroom area and stood there not really knowing what to do. I heard him talking and went back to the small hallway and looked in. Once again I had the incredible view of him standing and peeing while his cock lay across his hand. He was apologizing for being so late and hoped it was OK. Oh yeah, I could forgive him.

"We got back to the shop and Kevin's car wouldn't start, so we dinked around with it for a bit but it was just to fucking dark to see anything. I drove him home then went back to the shop to shower and change. Now I gotta go pick him up in the morning....oh, what the hell...but enough about me." he said, shaking the last drops from his dick. He packed it back inside his pants and buttoned them up.

"You feeling any better now?", he asked. "You sure as hell look a lot better!", he stated.

"Thanks! Yeah, I'm feeling pretty much back to normal."

He followed me out into the main room and again I stood there not sure what to do or what I should do. We faced each other and he moved towards me.

"Hi" he said, "My name's Chuck", he gave me his last name but I no longer remember it. He held out his large hand to me.

I shook it and responded "Hi, my name's Jay." He also gave me his last name which I can't remember but was a rather long Polish sounding name. I was about to release his strong, warm hand when he pulled me to him and hugged me tight. I'd never been hugged by a man like that outside of my family and it really felt great. He smelled of soap and a woodsy aftershave. He held me for what seemed minutes but I doubt that it was.

He then moved his hands to my upper arms arms and held me. He looked right into my eyes and said "Jay, you are adorable!" I felt my face go red as he leaned his handsome face towards me, close. I pulled my head back out of instinct or surprise, I don't know which. "I'm sorry" he said "Not a kisser, huh?"

"No...ah...it's just that I've never kissed another guy before." I was feeling really red in the face now.

"I see" he said, a little sadly "That's OK...it's my fault, don't worry about it." He sounded a bit disappointed.

"Hey, it's not that I haven't thought about it" I said, which was a lie, I never really gave it any thought. "I just wasn't expecting it, is all."

He dropped his hands and stepped back from me. He stood there just looking at me for what seemed like forever. Then he asked, in his deep, soft voice..."Have you ever been with another man before?"

"Sure, I have. Several times...sort of..." I offered.

"Come over here" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting the space next to him.

I moved to the bed and sat down next to this massive, beautiful man. He sat there a minute then his soft, melodic voice asked me "Why did you invite me up here?"

I felt like a child explaining that I was really excited by the idea of his sucking me. I then proceeded to tell him of my past encounters. He sat very quietly, listening to me.

"So...you are just looking for me to drop to my knees and get you off, huh?"he queried.

"I thought so at first" I answered "Then when I saw you at my door, I had all kinds of feelings and thoughts"

He grinned "Oh?"

"I don't know... I saw you and wondered what it might be like to have sex with another guy." I could feel my face getting hot and red again. "When I saw you peeing downstairs, I couldn't take my eyes off your dick. I wondered what it would feel like to touch it, hold it in my hand...weird, huh?" I asked.

"No, not weird, not weird at all. Maybe you just need to do some exploration and see what's right for you?" he sighed and lay back on the bed, clasping his hands over his broad chest, his feet still on the floor.

"You know.." I said "If you would rather just leave, I'll understand. I'm sure you were probably expecting someone with more experience, who kinda knows what's up and stuff."

"Do you want me to go?" he asked turning his face towards me.

"No, not at all!" I exclaimed.

He continued to lay there, his head turning away, looking up at the ceiling. His eyelids slid closed. I could see each individual long, dark eye lash. He moved a hand quickly to his mouth as he yawned. His chest heaved up, his large nipples trying their best to pierce the fabric of his straining shirt. "Sorry" he whispered, as his hand moved back to re-join the other on his now falling chest. His face was so beautiful and before I knew what I was doing I found the back of my fingers stroking his soft beard. All I heard was a low, rumbling "Mmmmmmm...". He turned his head towards me again smiled. My hand moved down to rest on his firm belly, I could feel the rise and fall, as he breathed, deep and slow. He picked up the end of the end of the belt on my terry robe and rubbed it between his long, thick fingers. He pulled it gently. "Come over here" he said, rolling on his side to face me and reaching his arm across my belly, pulling me down onto the bed with him. I was lying on my back as he lay on his side looking at me, grinning. He once again grabbed the belt of my robe and pulled it slowly till it was untied. He laid his warm hand on my chest and slid it down my belly, spreading the robe as he went. My cock was getting stiff. He tossed each side of the robe aside and studied me. "Very nice....yes, very nice."

"Mind if I get comfortable?", he asked as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He pulled his foot up and with both hands pulled his boot from his foot. He then pulled his boot from his other foot and stood up. I sat up wanting to watch him undress, my dick hard between my spread legs. He pulled the hem of his t-shirt free from his jeans, and crossing his arms in front of him, grabbed his shirt and in one fluid motion, pulled the shirt from his body. Wow, he was a hairy man. His broad chest was covered with a layer of the same curly red-brown hair. From his chest, the hair narrowed to about a 1" wide strip of fur that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I whispered some exclamation at the time as he moved towards me and stopped directly in front of me. This tower of manhood, standing there at my feet, my eyes level with his navel. I felt his hand on the back of my head, his long fingers surrounding me and pulling me forward. My face met with the furry stripe down his firm belly. I was surprised to find how fine and soft his man fur was. He smelled so good, his tanned skin and the scent of soap and his woodsy cologne. I nuzzled his belly with my nose, I turned my cheek to him and felt the soft downy fur on my face. His navel was a small 'innie', I stuck my tongue in and tasted him. His skin tasted as good as he smelled. I licked at his belly, dampening his fur. I looked up at him and saw him watching me. His hands moved to his well packed jeans and he jammed his thumbs in the waistband and unbuttoned the top button. His hands then found mine, he took them and placed them at his fly. I knew what he wanted!

As I fumbled with the second button, his hands again on the back of my head. He whispered "Just pull sideways." I grabbed the denim and pulled as the other 3 buttons popped open like a zipper, revealing a fabric triangle of blue and white striped cotton boxers. I moved my hands to his waist and slowly eased his jeans down to his ankles. He held my shoulders for support as he raised his legs for me to slide his pants off. He was hot looking, standing there in his tall white socks and striped boxers, his legs were well muscled and also covered in his fine, red-brown hair.

I reached down to remove his socks. He stopped me,"I'll just keep 'em on, if it's OK, it's a little cold in here." I was now face to face with his boxers and that incredible bulge, his cock looked so heavy as it hung down the left leg of his shorts. I placed my palm on the front of his underwear, feeling his soft but firm cock through the fabric, feeling the heat from within. I followed his cock as it curved to hang down his leg. I pressed my face to his boxers and felt his hot cock against my cheek. I nuzzled his crotch and breathed in his clean scent. I slid my fingers up under the leg openings of his shorts, running my hands up his thighs till I reached the waistband. I grabbed it and slid his boxers smoothly down his hairy legs revealing his impressive cock and a crisp tan line. Again he steadied himself by gripping my shoulders as he lifted one leg, then the other as I removed his shorts and tossed them aside. As I slid his boxers down his silky legs and I felt something warm on my forearm. I saw several clear, thick, drops of liquid. I looked at his cock just as another clear, sparking drop oozed from his slit and dripped slowly onto my arm. I held my arm up to examine his deposit. It was clear, thick and slippery. I brought my arm up to my mouth and licked it with the tip of my tongue, a little sweet and a little bitter. I licked it up with my tongue. I had heard of men who simply dripped pre-cum. I was not one of them. Occasionally, when really excited, the tip of my cock got a bit moist and slick, but nothing like this. Another drop oozed from his cock and I wiped it up with my finger and licked it off. I then examined his impressive dick. It was long maybe 8-1/2 or 9" measuring from his bush out to the tip, it had a good girth but not as thick as mine. He still hung fairly soft. His cock was pale with fine blue veins visible beneath the smooth skin that nearly covered his cock head. He was uncut but the skin didn't completely cover the head, a small bit of his head and piss slit was always exposed. I took his cock in my hand and was surprised by the weight of it. I held it in my hands like it was a small animal, examining it, feeling it, exploring it. I slid the skin back to reveal his attractive and nicely shaped head. The skin covering was so soft as I slid it back and forth over the head. I held his cock in my hand as I checked out his balls. The were just a bit smaller than mine but hung down nicely from his body, maybe 3" or so. They swung nicely between his muscular legs. I moved my hand under them and felt the weight of them also. They felt cool and his sack was very soft and smooth, clearly showing the two oval nuts inside. I massaged them a bit in my hand. I probably looked like a fool, sitting there on the edge of the bed, my face in his crotch, just examining his genitalia.

I looked up to Chuck's handsome, bearded face and it appeared that his eyes were closed but he had a slight smile on his face. I leaned in closer to him and did something I never expected to do in my life. I gave the shaft of his cock a lick. It tasted like skin, like the rest of him, I don't know what I was expecting...flavors? I licked it again then placed my tongue near his chestnut colored pubes and slid my tongue along his entire length, then finished by licking another sweet drop from his slit.

I heard him whisper "yeaaaaah, that's it...mmmmmm....nice" so I licked him a few more times. I took his balls in my hand and gave them a nice lick too, feeling the firmness of his balls with the tip of my tongue. I sat back up straight on the bed again and just admired him and his equipment. Occasionally petting his cock or running my fingers through his bush. It just seemed so natural, being with him. An hour before, I could never have imagined touching another man's cock or balls, much less licking them...but here I was. His long, strong fingers were running through my hair, slowly, softly, lovingly. He then held my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to him.

I looked straight into his beautiful brown eyes as he said "OK, Jay...my turn." He shoved the robe off my shoulders and let it fall onto the bed. He placed his hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He tossed my robe on the floor and gripping the bedspread whipped it back. He did the same with the blanket and top sheet, exposing the crisp, white bottom sheet below.

"Get up on the bed and make yourself comfortable." I slid up the top of the bed and lay my head on the pillow. I lay there in my nakedness and felt inadequate compared to Chuck's handsomeness, maleness, sexiness and his major league equipment. "Do you mind if I turn the heat on a tad?...It's fucking cold in here."

"No! Go right ahead" I answered, watching as he moved to the unit under the window. He opened a small door and pushed some buttons, a hum started up. "I'll just put it on low, OK?"

"That's fine" I said watching him as he leaned over the controls. His back was nearly as beautiful as his front. His back was broad and muscular, tapering to his narrow waist then flaring out slightly at his hips. He had a very small patch of the small red-brown hair at the base of his spine. His ass was smooth, round, firm and very white in contrast to his tanned legs and back.. His legs were spread and as he studied the controls I could see his sweet balls hanging seductively, in front of them his cock hung down, slightly off to one side.

He turned to face me. "That should be a little better, let me know if you get too hot", he said. He seemed to be so concerned for me. Maybe he was just one of those caring type of guys, I don't know, but I wasn't complaining. He walked to the foot of the king size bed and stood there looking at me. He was one of those rare men with a body type I seldom saw outside of a gym, construction site or in an ad for some beach resort somewhere. I felt self conscious and didn't know what to do with my hands.

He just stared at me, "What?" I asked.

"Nuthin'...just kind of planning my attack", I guess I looked worried as he grinned wide and said "I'm not going to hurt you, you have nothing to worry about there. I just don't know where to start...all of you looks delicious!" He crawled up on the king size bed. "Move over to the middle" he asked. I slid over to the middle of the bed. "Much better.... ummm

He moved to sit on his knees by my side. His long cock hung down on the white sheet between his spread legs. I reached for his cock. His caught my hand and said "No, your turn... just lay back and relax." I did as I was asked, waiting to see what would happen next.

He placed his big hands on my belly and rubbed them over my belly and chest. My cock was nearly hard again and bobbing slightly with my pulse. His thumbs rubbed lightly at my nipples and I gasped as my cock shot right to attention. "Mmmmm, you like that, huh?"

"Y-yeah" I stuttered, feeling his thumbs and fingers lightly working my sensitive nips. He leaned down and licked my nipples. I moaned loudly, unable to control myself. I watched as he teased them with this warm tongue and sucked them gently. Then he brushed them with his beard and I thought I might cum right then. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I was writhing on the bed as he teased my nips with his lips and beard.

"Stop, I'm so close!", I whispered.

He turned his head to look at me..."jeez, we don't want that yet, do we?" he said with the sweetest smile on his handsome face.

He stopped playing with my nips and slid up to lick my neck. He licked up and down my neck and throat in long, slow strokes of his wet, warm tongue. This man knew just what to do! He had me so hot and I was moaning uncontrollably. He moved up further and rubbed his soft beard and mustache all over my face. It tickled a bit at first, then felt like the most sensual thing anyone had ever done to me. I felt his soft facial hair brushing my eyes, my cheeks, nose and forehead. He rubbed his furry chin lightly over my lips, as he lay down by my side. He moved his mustache back and forth, slowly, lightly over my lips. Then he kissed me lightly on the lips. His lips were warm and soft. He kissed me softly, several times. I couldn't resist and kissed his soft lips. He pressed his to mine and held them there, I then felt his lips part and felt his tongue slide over my lips, I opened my mouth slightly and tasted his tongue with mine. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth and I surrendered as we tasted and explored each other. It was like no kiss I'd ever had from a woman...ever! He was strong, gentle, forceful and tender all at the same time. We seemed to kiss forever, exploring each others hungry mouths. He pulled himself on top of me, I felt his furry chest against my own. I wrapped my arms around his strong back as we lay there, rolling gently back and forth, locked together. His kissing tapered off as he pushed my shoulders down against the bed. He slid down and lapped briefly at my still hard nipples then continued to slide even lower. I felt his tongue licking down my belly, his hands exploring me. He lay his head on my belly facing my cock. His warm head felt nice there. I ran my hand through the soft curls of his hair as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around me.

"Man, you have one fat dick, Jay...and fuckin' huge ass balls!" he said as he cupped my balls in his hand. He gave them a gentle squeeze and stroked my full ball sack. He moved down between my legs, taking hold and spreading them apart. He kind of curled up between my legs. Chuck rubbed my cock and balls with his beard and chin. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Then I felt his warm tongue on my balls, lapping at them with his wide, soft tongue. Oh, man, it felt good. He licked up the underside of my thick cock and licked at my piss slit. I was kind of disappointed that I had no pre-cum for him to taste. He then took my cock in his mouth. I was breathing fast, nearly panting, as his warm, wet, sensual mouth engulfed my fat dick. He slid down my shaft till his lips were buried in my thick brown bush. He just held it there, his tongue caressing my shaft, sliding up and down my meat as he held it in his mouth. It was incredible. He then started sucking me, sliding up and down my dick. His mouth felt so hot, his tongue so soft. He had the speed and the firmness exactly right. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. He held my big balls in his fingers, gentle kneading them. He sucked me a bit more then went back to licking and sucking my balls, taking each in turn into his warm mouth, his tongue stroking each nut.

I felt him move around a bit as he slid his hands under my thighs, trying to lift them. "Lift your knees up...bend your legs", he directed. I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted. He took hold of my ankles and pushed them up towards me, my knees in the air. "Yeah, perfect..."he said, as he settled back down licking my balls again. He wrapped is long fingers around my cock and slowly stroked me as he slathered my balls with his tongue. His fingers then gathered up my big ball sack and he lifted it towards my cock. I felt his tongue behind my balls. He was driving me crazy. His tongue was exploring and licking that sweet spot there behind my balls. It felt so fucking good. I'd never had anyone lick me there. It was like he knew my secret sensitive spots, or maybe every guy had the same sensitive areas. All I knew was I was in heaven. He licked more and more, moving between that tender spot and my balls.

Chuck then slipped his hands under my knees and pushed till my ass was off the bed. He pushed my knees towards my chest leaving my ass exposed to him. "Mmmmmm" I heard him moan. His tongue slid up and down slowly, from my balls to near my hole. Each pass coming a bit closer to my virgin hole. I was going crazy, I'd never felt anything like this. Then without warning his tongue met with my ass hole. It was like an electrical shock went through my body. I yelped out load and my entire body spasmed. He ran his warm tongue again over my hole, I was panting a mile a minute. He then teased me with the tip of his tongue, around and around, over, stabbing at my hole with his tongue. I felt his hands on my ass as he spread my cheeks wider. I could feel his beard ticking my balls as he tongued my ass. His mustache tickled my ass crack. His tongue poked against my hole, he was trying to get his tongue inside me! I'd never experienced anything like what this amazing man was doing to me. It felt so good, so different, so alien, so sensual. His hot tongue, probing my ass hole, his face planted between my ass cheeks, his tongue trying to force itself inside me.

Thoughts started going through my mind...just what else did he want in my ass? The realization that he might want to fuck me never even crossed my mind. Oh, I'd dated a couple of girls, who would now and then slip a small finger in my hole but that was it. Even though a small finger didn't feel all that bad, this man's dick was enormous. A mild panic set in, joined by the exquisite pleasure I was receiving by his tongue. He squeezed my ass cheeks as his tongue gave me a long lick clear up my crack. He gave my ass a gentle slap as he got up.

"Sorry, man, I gotta pee" he said, as he walked to the bathroom, his balls visible between his long legs, as he went around the corner I saw his long, semi hard cock pointing the way ahead. I let my legs down and just lay there awaiting his return. I heard the toilet flush and the water run in the sink. He came around the corner, his cock swinging

back and forth, soft and hanging deliciously. He carried a towel in his hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Why don't you turn over?" he asked. I guess I looked a bit worried as he added "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you!" I rolled over and settled in, adjusting my stiff cock between my belly and the crisp sheet. I buried my face in the pillow and waited. Chuck's strong hands ran up and down my back and over my ass. He leaned down and licked and kissed the back of my neck. He lightly massaged my back and worked down my legs. It was very arousing. I then felt his lips and tongue repeating the trip down my back, then his thick tongue slid down my crack, and continued down my legs. It felt wonderful. I then felt the bed bounce a little as he threw one leg over me and straddled my back, facing my feet. I could feel his ass cheeks just touching my shoulders, then I felt a warm spot as more of his thick pre-cum dripped onto my skin. He ran his hands over my ass, then, placing a hand on each of my ass cheeks, he spread me. He bent down, his hot tongue pressing into my hole, his soft beard tickled my crack and sent wonderful sensations through me. He continued to lick, kiss, and plunge his tongue in and out of me. He would now and then, rub the tip of his finger over my hole, just rubbing gently. I couldn't help but moan out load, it felt so good, so new, so exciting. Next, I felt an odd sensation of coolness as I realized he had put something on my hole, a thick, cool substance. He rubbed it gently with his finger and then I felt his finger enter me, just a little. Chuck continued to move the tip of his finger in and out of my tight, greased hole. He eased his finger in a bit deeper and moved it around coating my anus with the thick, greasy feeling goo. It felt wonderful, I shoved my face into the pillow and just enjoyed these new sensations. I let out a loud muffled moan as I felt his long, thick finger plunge deep inside me.

How ya' doin' ?" he asked. All I could do was moan again. He began moving his finger out then all the way back in. My body writhed in pleasure on the bed. I felt a tight pushing feeling as he slipped a second finger inside me. My hole felt stretched and his fingers felt huge inside me. I was covered in goose bumps as this Adonis squatted over me, reaming my ass with his fingers. My cock was so stiff against the sheets. The feeling of his beautiful ass against my shoulders was amazing. I could tell he was enjoying himself also, by the pool of warm pre-cum that was collecting in the middle of my back and running very slowly toward my ass. He pushed a bit more lube in my hole and inserted another finger. I thought I was going to cum right then. I told him to stop for a minute. I was panting and my body was on fire. My entire being was tingling. I felt a strange feeling of emptiness, as he slowly pulled his greasy fingers from my ass.

He climbed off me, stood up and grabbed the towel from the corner of the bed, wiping the goo from his fingers. I slid over to the edge of the bed and reached around his furry leg, pulling him to me. I rolled on my back and hung my head over the edge of the bed. He dropped the towel to the floor and held my head in both his hands as he lowered the tip of his glistening cock to my lips. My tongue lapped up his sweet, clear pre-cum cum flowing from the tip. I parted my lips as he lowered the head into my mouth. I sucked him, he tasted wonderful, he slid a bit more inside my mouth. I tried to take more and gagged. I was so embarrassed. He ran the back of his fingers lightly over my cheek.

"Hey, take it slow and easy, guy, take only what you want." he whispered, smiling down at me. I took a deep breath and swallowed as much of him as I could. There was just no way I could take him all, or so I thought. He was slowly guiding his magnificent meat in and out of my mouth, I tried taking a bit more each time. I could feel his smooth head hitting the back of my mouth. He was moaning quietly and cooing as my mouth struggled to please him. With the next thrust he pushed harder and I felt him slide all the way down my throat, he cried out load, "Oh, fuck!". I panicked. I couldn't breathe and pushed at him. He pulled his slick, wet cock from me. I lay there gasping for air, my heart pounding. I tried to relax as I pulled him to me once more. I took his cock and again as he pushed it down into my throat. I could feel my nose buried in his soft pubic hair, I had all of him! He slowly started fucking my face, in nice slow strokes, giving me a chance to catch a breath before filling me again. He was moaning loudly, still holding my head in one hand and caressing my face with the other. It seemed like I sucked him forever. His long, hard cock gliding in and out of my mouth. He then pulled from me and climbed up on the bed. We lay together and he rolled me onto my side. He snuggled up behind me and wrapped his warm arms around me. He kissed and nuzzled the back of my neck as he told me how good my mouth felt. I felt his furry body pressed all along the length of mine. His hard cock was pressed along the crack of my still lubed ass. He nibbled my ear lobe and then shoved his tongue in my ear. I thought I would go crazy. He wrapped his lips around my whole ear and slathered it with his hot tongue.

He then whispered..."I want to be inside you..."

"What?" I asked, not sure I heard him right.

"I want to feel my cock inside you" he repeated, as he pressed hard against my ass.

"I dunno... you are so big...huge, I mean!" I was a bit scared at the thought.

"I just had three fingers inside of you and I'm not as big around as that." he explained. "Please? I want to feel as close as I can to you."

I thought for a minute, debating with myself. "Yeah, I guess so, but if I yell stop...you better fucking stop!" I told him.

He nuzzled the back of my neck, then turned my head toward him, his tongue finding my mouth. We kissed and kissed and kissed. He then just stared in to my eyes and then kissed my cheek before turning around, hunting for something.

Ah Ha" he said, finding the jar of Vaseline he had brought. He moved to sit on his knees between my legs. Chuck lifted my legs and pushed my knees towards my chest. He dug his fingers into the jar of Vaseline and scooped up a good sized glob of the stuff. He once again spread it over my tender hole, sliding his finger in deep, coating me with the stuff, inside and out. I felt tightness as he slipped his second finger inside me. He worked his fingers in and out, preparing me for his cock. He removed his fingers and scooped another glob of the jelly and spread on his cock shaft. I looked down watching him spread the jelly over his entire cock. He stroked himself lovingly up and down coating his tool. He then took another glob and placed it on the tip of his cock, rubbing it around. He took his cock in hand and scooted up close to me. I felt the slick head of his dick against my hole, he pressed into me. A hot, searing pain raced through my body as I pushed myself off of him. My heart was racing and my heart pounded. The pain was excruciating. He leaned down to me and said he was sorry and that I needed to relax and not panic. The pain subsided and we repositioned ourselves. I felt his cock head pressing into me once again and tried my best not to panic. He pushed slowly and I felt myself opening to him. I felt the rim of his cock head passing into me. He paused, letting me adjust to his size and the feeling of fullness. He then eased more of himself inside me. I swear I could feel every fraction of an inch of his shaft as he pushed his cock into me. He felt so big, so long and I felt so full of him. I looked down and he was only maybe half way in. There was no way I could take all of him. He started a gentle rocking motion, easing his cock slowly in and out of my tender hole. He pushed himself a bit farther in with each rock, he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, he held them tight as he rocked deeper and deeper, He looked into my eyes and I could see the look of pleasure on his beautiful face. He winked and grinned and then he leaned his head back slightly, his eyes closing as he slid his cock the rest of the way inside me. I gasped out loud as the full length of his cock entered parts of me where no one had ever been. I felt impaled on his huge tool. I could feel his balls against my ass cheeks and his pubes tickling my balls.

He just sat, his eyes closed, not moving..."are you OK?" he asked.

"I think so..."I responded. He just smiled and started to fuck me slowly at first, then gaining momentum. Faster, deeper, he went, it felt so fucking good. I had no idea it would feel like this. He started taking long thrusts, nearly pulling himself free and then planting his big cock back deep inside. Now and then he would slip free, only to quickly ram it right back down to the hilt. I was getting so close now. He started breathing heavier and faster. I reached up to lightly squeeze his protruding nipples. He moaned loudly, gritting his teeth, as he rammed his rock hard cock deep into me and held it, his body shuddering. He cried out as I could feel his massive cock pulsing within me, feeling his hot fluid filling my bowels as he pumped his cum into my ass. Chuck was starting to sweat a bit as he collapsed onto my chest. His soft chest hair was damp and warm against my skin. He was panting and I could feel his heart pounding against my own. I could feel his cock slowly softening inside me. He began pulling his spent dick slowly from me, it felt like it was a yard long. Then with a plop he was free and I felt a strange sensation of emptiness.

He lay on top of me kissing me and running his hands over my body. He kissed and licked his way down to my cock. He took me in his talented mouth and sucked like a hungry animal. I was so close, yet I couldn't quite get to the point of release. He stopped sucking and I felt him spreading the cool, thick Vaseline on the head of my dick. His warm hand spread the grease up and down my fat, hard shaft as he started stroking me. It felt so good. He had just the right pressure and just the right speed. He laid his head on my belly as he stroked me and played with my full and tender balls. I could feel it coming., my balls got rock hard and pulled tight up to the base of my cock.

He was cheering me on..."Yeah, that's it, come on babe...yeah, give it to me...uh huh, that's it"

My back arched up as I felt my balls about to burst. He stroked me nice and steady..."Oh fuck" I cried out.

He moved to take my cock in his mouth but it was too late as the first volley of my hot, thick cum splattered his face, "Shit, man"he gasped as a second stream hit his face. He then took my now sensitive cock in his hot mouth as he let my remaining cum fill his mouth. He held me in his mouth for quite a while, milking my cock dry. My cock slid from his lips, still semi-hard but empty. He lay down beside me. His face was covered in my thick, sweet cum. He had it in his beard, mustache, cheeks and a dab on his forehead. I wiped the splatter off his forehead and brought my fingers to my lips to taste it. I then moved on top of him and licked up the cum from his handsome face. He took my head in his strong hands and pulled me to his lips. We lay there kissing each other. He then laid his head on my chest as we both fell asleep, our arms around each other.

I woke to the sound of the phone ringing. I answered and listened to the automatic greeting announcing it was time to get up.

I looked around and Chuck was gone. I found a note he left me, thanking me for a wonderful time. He also left me his business card and pager service number. I made another pot of coffee and got ready for the day.

Epilogue

I still think of Chuck now and then and that incredible night which changed my life. I learned then that sex could be an incredible experience...be it with a man or a woman. I carried Chucks card around for many years tucked deep in my wallet. I would pull it out now and then and think of that night. One day, maybe 8 or 9 years later I tried calling him. The number was no longer any good, the same for his pager service. I called information to get a number for the painting company listed on his card. They had no listing. I tossed his faded, dog-eared card in the trash.

If you are out there "Chuck", just know that I think of you and thank you for opening my eyes. To this day, a fuck has never been as good as that first one with you. You were an amazing man!

-Jay 2005

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