Downsize 2
I meet the florist
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
It was near the end of the school year, so I had a few weeks off before summer school started. I was working in my garden the next day in the late afternoon and a florist truck drove up. A short, bearded man got out.
"Is this the Williamson residence?" He asked. He had a slight lisp.
"That seems kind of grand for my house, but I am Bill Williamson." I said.
"These are for you." He handed me a box of flowers. The card was from Bubba, thanking me for dinner the night before. "Put them in water right away." The small man said. I was covered in dirt and was obviously in the middle of planting a tree. "I can do it for you, if you'd like me to?" he said. I told him to go inside and stick them in a pot in the kitchen if he didn't mind.
He vanished into the house and I finished planting the tree. He was still in the house so I wondered what was keeping him so I went in. He was in the kitchen and had found an old pot and had made a striking arrangement in it. I'm not much of a cut flower guy, but this was pretty. It was natural looking with none of the stiff formality I associated with funeral flowers.
"Sorry to take so long." He said. "Once a florist always a forest, I couldn't resist having some fun."
"It really very nice." I said. I washed my hands and got a bit more respectable.
"I'm Jules, the florist." he said.
"Nice to meet you." We shook hands. It was firmer than I had guessed.
"I'm also the town fag." he said.
"Everyone needs a hobby." I replied.
"Bubba and I are old friends. This is the welcome wagon. Welcome to Gay Wythetown."
"News goes fast!" I must have looked shocked. I didn't want this to be general knowledge. I was a teacher. Jules noticed the look of dismay on my face.
"Don't worry. The word isn't out at all." Jules said. "I just put one and one together. The last time Bubba sent flowers to a living person it was for his former lover, Max. I was relieved to see that he had found a new friend. No one has ever been outed by a fellow gay in this town. We are the ultimate secret society!"
"What happened to Max?"
"Killed in an accident two years ago. Hit and run on I-81." Jules said. "Bubba's a nice guy. He's been really helpful over the years. I normally don't make deliveries, but I wanted to see what you were like."
"Have I passed inspection?"
"With flying colors." Jules said. "Bubba and I aren't much alike but we share the same taste in men. I've also given him a few lessons."
"Lessons in what?"
"Cock sucking. I am gold medal, Olympic class at that."
"As I said, it's nice to have a hobby." I wasn't exactly sure where Jules was going, but I did have a glimmer. "I bet it takes a lot of practice to keep your skills at a competitive level?" The minute I said that I knew it would be hard not to think it was a come on. Before he had a chance to say anything I added, "I need to take a shower."
"Would you mind some company?"
"That would be great." I said and we went to the bedroom. I realized that it was a come on and I had made a pass at him and he had accepted. I hadn't done that since I was in college, and never with a man. I was worried. I was also excited. It turned out there was no need to be worried. Jules wasn't my type, but once we were naked that didn't make any difference.
Jules wasn't shy at all, and even if he sounded a bit swishy, naked he was all man. He was almost double a man. He was short, hairy and had a cock that hung to his knees. It would win first place in a county fair. He also was accommodating, friendly, responsive and great to be with. As the fruit of my first sexual pass in 25 years he was a prize winner.
As I said, Jules wasn't shy at all. We showered and got down to serious cock sucking. I sucked him briefly but he really wanted my cock and I was willing. He was good and I didn't last any time at all. My desire for sex drops to zero after a climax so I was ready for him to go. He wasn't.
"Bill, before you jump the gun try to wait 20 minutes." Jules said. "If I'm not mistaken, you'll be ready for a second go around then."
"I'm not sure I wasn't a second go around." I said. "What we just did was great." I was really tired.
"The second climax is better." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"You get more cock time. You've shot off once and you can get a lot more cock play before you shoot a second time." Jules said.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Take my word for it. Believe me, I've come closer to doing a scientific study on this than anyone else I know." Jules said. "Just rest and we will see if you get a second wind." I was too tired to insist on any other course of action so we stayed on the bed, talking. He gave me the low down on gay life in rural Virginia. Some of it was similar to Bubba's description. Some was new.
"Conrad Van der Smit and I are about the only officially gay men in town. Conrad is a hunk. He teaches dance and a nice guy to boot. There are bachelor farmers and spinster ladies. They are ok because there from local families and everybody knows them. There are some guys in your situation, teachers, cops and preachers who would be out if their jobs permitted it."
"The job doesn't." I said.
"I know. You guys are screwed because you are good at your work, love it, but if anyone knew, you'd be fired."
"All I need to do is move to San Francisco or New York City." I said.
"Wythetown is not on the same planet as San Francisco." Jules said. "We have a number of plain, old-fashioned closet cases. The only ones I don't like are the anti gay closet cases."
"Huh?"
"The guys who make a great show of homophobia to hide their real sexual preferences. Coach Mathers and Rev. Roberts are the worst." Mathers I knew. He was an aggressively macho blowhard who terrorized the kids on the football team every year. Roberts was the most vocal bible thumper in town.
"Are you sure about Mathers?" I couldn't believe it.
"I can swear on a stack of Bibles that I would have kicked him out of my bed if he was hung like the Trojan Horse!" Jules said. "Roberts has a bunny dick, but Mathers has a cock." I laughed.
"Size counts?"
"In my book it does." Jules said. "I know you should like the entire person, not just one part, but in Mathers' case it is the only good part. Unfortunately, it happens to be one of my favorites. Actually, it is my favorite. I hope you don't think I am superficial." I laughed again.
"Honest and frank maybe."
"Honest, frank and superficial?" Jules suggested.
"That may be closer to the truth." I said. "Is the cock worth the shitty attitude?"
"At first I didn't think so, but I found his weak spot."
"What is that?"
"I discovered that he had a prostate that needs attention. You touch it and he turns into a pussycat." Jules said. "One finger in the ass positioned to apply pressure to his nut and he loses it. That jerk is a bottom who craves cock in his ass."
"Can I ask you a question?" I said.
"Sure."
"I'm new to this gay life, but how in hell did you find out about his prostate? " Jules laughed.
"Well, Mr. Mathers seems to feel his wild side urges when he's been drinking. He came by my house after a night at a bar and we ended up in the shower. He was doing his "suck my cock you pussy boy" routine. I was holding his balls to get his cock in range. He slipped. My finger ended up next to his ass so I jammed it in." Jules explained. "He moaned. "Oh Jesus!" so I shoved a second finger in and got his prostate squeezed between the two. I first thought he was going to kill me, then I realized that he couldn't function. He was totally in my control."
"Did you take advantage of the situation?" I asked.
"Did I?" Jules batted his eyes in imitation of an innocent Victorian maiden. "Shit yes. I tried to think of every degrading thing that I could do or say to him and did it! The strange thing was, that he loved it. The nastier I was the harder his cock got. He was in heaven. Or maybe it was a homophobe's hell. He shot off hands free as I shot a glob of hot cum into his mouth."
"Has he been back?"
"You bet he has." Jules said. "He needs his prostate exercised regularly. We have a slave master relationship now."
"I've never understood that." I said.
"I don't either. It's not my thing, but, as I said, big cocks can make me do strange things." Jules said. "I think that Mathers may be one of those people who is afraid to enjoy sex. They think it's evil or dirty. They can only enjoy it if they pretend to be forced into it."
"You're half his size. It's a stretch to think you are in control."
"Shit, Bill. I'm half every bodies' size!" Jules said. "And I know I'm as macho as French toast. The prostate is a small organ, but he who controls Mathers' ass, controls Mathers. Ain't life a trip?" I laughed. "And, unless I am mistaken, you are beginning to feel the urge to play again." Jules wasn't mistaken.
We jumped into bed again and Jules was right. My cock felt just as good as the first time, but I didn't have the urge to shoot off. He told me exactly where to lick and suck his cock. He had made a study of it and it was stimulating to feel him react to my efforts. I deep throated for the first time. His cock was long and meaty but not as thick as Bubba's and it barely fit. Jules did the same to be and it was wonderful.
I came up for air and found that he had oozed a bucket load of pre cum. That got me going even more. I hadn't fully realized the effect pre cum had on my sex drive, but I really got into it. Jules was short and it was difficult to 69 since if I was at his cock he was at my navel. I sucked him before and it had been ok. This time I really enjoyed it.
"You're getting good at this." Jules said. "You've relaxed. Feeling more comfortable?" I nodded but kept on licking the cock juice.
"I drip like a leaky faucet." Jules said. "Some guys do like that at all. Especially if they are new to the scene. You love it. So does Bubba as a matter of fact. If you don't slow down, I'm going to pop. Just pull of for a bit and rest." I did as he asked. He was on my cock and soon had me enjoying myself.
I was lying back on the bed with my eyes close enjoying the sensation and he stopped for a second or two. I thought he was catching his breath or that it was my time to suck. He moved. I opened my eyes and he had straddled my cock and had in position at his asshole. I must have looked surprised. He looked at me and then sat back on my meat.
His ass ring resisted briefly and then he impaled himself on my cock. He didn't have a climax just then but he surely looked like he had. He sat still for a while seeming to savor the moment then began to undulate and grind his hips. His asshole was tight but the chute inside was hot and soft. I was as if my cock was being massaged in a warm steam bath.
My ex wife was a lie still and wait for it to be over lover. I had no experience with a person who really enjoyed it and showed that he enjoyed it. Jules enjoyed it. So did I. Just as I was about to shoot for a second time, Jules got off and bent over the bed. I mounted him and really pumped him, shooting after a dozen or so thrusts. As I slowly pulled out I was fascinated at the size of my cock as it freed itself from his ass.
Jules was so small and it looked like a trick photo as my big cock emerged from his chute. It was hard to believe that it fit. Jules stood up and turned. He hugged me and I felt his sperm shoot on my gut as he climaxed. I realized then that he had liked it as much as I. It was a very good day.