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Jeff
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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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