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JEFF
Jack Sprat
I'd hired out as a timekeeper for a small mining camp in the California desert. It was very isolated. Most of the miners were uneducated male macho types and I didn't have much in common with them. I didn't especially like their drunkeness or their loud boisterous attitudes which went on night after night. I'd just go to my quarters and read, play solitare, or find something else to do to prevent from becoming bored to death.
Jeff was my friend. He was about 30. He had somewhat taken me under his wing when I first arrived showing me the ropes. He'd occasionally cook up up a good stew and have me over so we wouldn't have to constantly eat at the chow hall. We chatted a lot and would occasionally go to town together to pick up a few needed items.
The California desert is hot in the summer. The evenings don't cool down and lots of times I slept out, letting the bright stars put me to sleep. Sometimes I'd sleep out with Jeff, just to have company. We'd lie on our cots and talk til our eyes closed.
One night, just as conversation was running out, Jeff said, "Come over for stew tomorrow night. Take a shower before you come. After dinner, I'm going to take you out to and grease your cock." Jeff rolled over, said more, and started to snore.
I was stunned by this statement. I was shocked. Jeff had never talked to me like this. I was half angry. What kind of a person was he? He'd never hinted he was interested in my body. I was disturbed and perplexed. I didn't sleep well.
The following day his statement kept gnawing at me. I was finding myself confused. What would he do? A little voice inside asked if it might not feel good. I didn't know. Could I handle such a thing? How far would he go. Would I like it? His statement had been more of an order than a request. I was frustrated. I was lonely. I didn't really want to lose Jeff as a friend but I didn't want him using me either..
When evening came, I found myself showering, washing every part of by body extra good, paying special attention to cleansing my butt and washing under my foreskin. WHAT WAS I DOING?? A force more powerful than my logic was guiding me. It was uncontrollable. I put on white briefs, clean Levi's and went to Jeff's.
The stew was good as usual. During the meal, I felt as if I were in Jeff's power, a sense of humbleness, a sense of resignation, a sense of expectation. I just didn't know.
After dinner, Jeff appeared with an old army blanket folded under his arm. From a side table he picked up a small white paper bag that had, "Millers Pharmacy", printed on it. "Let's go," he said.
I looked at him sheepishly. DID I REALLY WANT TO THIS? I could still say "No."...but I couldn't make myself. I felt myself rather limp as I got up from the chair.
We got in his old car and drove several miles, turned off onto a dusty trail and drove about another mile. It was a very warm night. The moon was full, lighting up the sage, cactus and sand. Crickets were chirping loudly. The stars were bright.
We hiked in a short distance where there was a clearing. I watched as Jeff spread the blanket. "Lie down," he said in an ordering manner. WHAT HAD I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO? "Spread your legs," Jeff said. I did what I was told.
Jeff knelt down besides me. He put his hand on my stomach then slowly slid it down to my crotch massaging the outside of my pants. I was very sensative, and squirmed as I felt the first intense tickle. My legs spontaneously closed.
"Come on, keep them spread. I've got to get you hard," he said with authority. His hand pushed with more pressure. I could feel my dick swelling. WHY WAS I ALLOWING THIS?
His thumb and forefinger mildly pinched me as he felt through my clothes, up and down my hard shaft. He put the palm of his hand against me. Pressing, he moved it back and forth. GAWD! WHY HAD I LET THIS GO SO FAR? I still could not make myself bring my hands down to stop him. My belt was unbuckled, my fly unbuttoned. Bare skin was touched as his hand worked under my briefs. I gave a start as his hand moved over my tip and worked down further for a better complete feel.
"No!" I said weakly, as I tried to brush his hand away. It was no use. I was feeling strange. I was feeling different. I was feeling good. I melted. All resistance had left. My dick was throbbing, being massaged by a strange hand introducing me to new sensations.
Jeff proceeded to fully undress me. I lay naked and watched as he removed his clothes. He sat me up, pressed his warm body against mine and kissed me. I tried to keep my mouth closed, but my lips opened and I felt his warm tongue moving throughout my mouth. I lay back as his hand again moved to my crotch and his head moved to my nipples where they took little bites then passed downward across my stomach.
Warm wetness was felt against my prick as it entered his mouth, its lubrication stimulating a thousand nerves on my swollen tip. I pulled his head down so I could feel even more. I was out of this world. My semen sped through my tube in pulsating bounds, Jeff's mouth being its target. I was limp. His hands massaged my body as I lay quietly.
I offered no resistance as he rolled me over and spread my legs. From the paper bag he extracted a jar of vasolene. I thought he said he was going to use this on my dick. It made no difference. A stiff, well lubricated finger pushed against my asshole.
My asshole relaxed almost immediately as the greased finger worked in and out. Then two were inserted with no discomfort. My asshole widened more as I felt the entrance of his hard penis. It moved in ever so slowly until his balls touch my butt. Slow strokes continued, feeling ever so good. Jeff's breath became heavy. He came inside me.
It was late when I arrived at the bunkhouse. I was spent, my asshole was relaxed, the sensation of the fuck still there. I felt good all over. This had been my first time. I felt silly thinking of my past apprehensions. I'm glad I didn't cop out. I learned a lot. Now I know what gay sex is about. I liked it.
The End
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