Gay for XXX

Copyright 2006

I often wonder if I’m one-of-a-kind, obsessed as I am with the boys, especially, David, across the street. Both are nineteen; they’ve been best buddies since they were children. David’s hair is as black as coal. About six foot two, he’s cute, lean, wiry and slightly effeminate. Tony, a dark blond, is about three inches shorter than David; he’s a stocky, very masculine, Italian hunk with a sort of gorilla type gait. I’d love to swallow the cum of either one of them, but, I repeat, especially David. I’ve been insanely in love with him for the past year.
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For about the millionth time Jimmy caught himself staring at the door of the Broken Saddle. With a snarl he turned on his bar stool and stared vacantly at the stage. He cussed himself for hoping that Cooper would walk through the door looking for him. It had been nearly a month since Cooper dropped him off at his house and the coward hadn’t shown his face since.

In one swallow Jimmy finished off his Bud Light. Since his mood was about as welcoming as a pile of cow shit he decided to take his self home before he got into trouble. A redneck bar was no place for a black mood spoiling for a fight. As it was his buddies were starting to give him odd looks because of his strange behavior lately.
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It was early June in Kentucky and the vicious, sweaty heat was already taking its hold. Cooper pickup another bale of hay and pitched it to his brother on the wagon. The whole time he was muttering under his breath. He just came down for a visit to his parent’s home in Pendleton County. Now he was stripped to the waist in borrowed jeans and his old work boots he parents never threw away sweating his ass off pitching square bales. It wasn’t just hot work; it was hot, itchy work.

“Hey city boy anytime you need a break we’ll let you ride the wagon for a couple rounds.” His brother Clayton teased.
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It wasn’t Cooper’s type of establishment. But he sat there in the little Northern Kentucky bar know as the Broken Saddle and drank his Bud. He knew if the people he worked with knew he liked to hang out there on Saturday night they would laugh. Cooper was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and often appeared very city. It didn’t matter he was raised in the country. It just didn’t seem to stick with him. Sure he lived out in the middle of BFE as his friends like to call it. He just didn’t get into the whole farming thing to the disappointment of his father. At least he had brothers to keep the farm going. Cooper preferred is desk job in advertising and his three times a week visits to the gym. He had his honey blonde hair cut weekly by a nice reputable stylist instead of the ancient barber he went to growing up. The calluses he had on his hands he was vaguely proud of so his manicure only pertained to his finger nails, which were trimmed neat and buffed. The house in the country, the callused hands, and his affection from Stetson cologne kept his roots while he struggled to find himself in his new chosen territory.
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With well practiced skill, Elaine set her tray down and started unloading glasses. It didn’t take her long at all, a few seconds really, to finish. The empty glasses clattered as she tried to push the heavy rack up over the top to the dishwashers. Her hands were a little slippery, and she almost didn’t make it when another pair of hands came to the rescue. Stu was sidling up a little too close to Elaine than he needed to be, but he did manage to wrestle the heavy rack out of her way without breaking anything. She smiled by way of thanks, and tried to get around him, but he was blocking her way. “Hey, sweetie, aren’t you going to talk to me?” he asked.
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I was staring out at the wide expanse of the Cascade Mountains as I piloted over them. I worked for one of the airlines, based in Seattle. I usually flew small, 70-seat commuter aircraft, but was certified to fly all the way up to a 737. I had spent almost every waking moment from the time I was 12 learning how to fly. I loved the freedom and thrill of soaring through the air.

I’m one of the few people who didn’t have to enter the military to get a commercial pilot’s license. But, with the horrid slump that the airline industry was currently in, we had all agreed to trim back our hours by just five a week in order to avoid layoffs. At twenty-six, I was one of the youngest pilots in the fleet, but I had enough seniority to avoid losing my job. But I agreed with my fellow pilots and would rather use up some vacation time to avoid anybody losing their job. So instead of being off three days out of every week, I was off four. I hate being idle; I can’t sit back and do nothing. So I here I am, piloting a buddy of mine’s DC-3, doing cargo runs to Wenatchee from Seattle.
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From the moment I got my computer online, I was searching out Porn. I watched movies, watching everything from group fucks to bestiality. One day I was watching some girl sucking off a Great Dane. Even this turned me on. Everything turned me on especially oral sex.

I’ve always loved oral sex but my girlfriends often shied away from it. Hell I had two girlfriends start complaining about TMJ saying it hurt too much to give me head. I’m no monster, about 7 inches of healthy cock, so I can’t understand what the problem is. I assumed that was why I was always turn on by watching a big cock get sucked dry.
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“-Do you ever think about jerking another guy off?” Nick said. He figured he might as well say what was on his mind. There was too much bullshit in the world already.

Richie was safe, they’d known each other a long time, but it was still one of those conversations he felt he had to pick his way through and play by ear. Kind of watch where he was stepping. The hell of it was once he had an idea he just had to go with it and see what happened.

There was squat on TV and he thought if you don’t ask you’ll never know.
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Rusty looked down and watched his dick sliding in and out of Coop’s tight hole. He loved the sight of his dick as it plunged deep into the man. Coop’s dark, black hairs around his hole were gently stroking Rusty’s hard cock. Coop was on his knees, holding himself up with one hand while the other was hooked onto Rusty’s butt. He pulled Rusty deep inside him as they fucked on Cooper’s large bed. With one hand under Coop, Rusty stroked Coop’s hard cock as he fucked him.

Soon, Coop began to moan. His cock was rock hard in Rusty’s hand. Suddenly, Coop grunted and filled Rusty’s hand with his creamy cum. Coop’s asshole gripped Rusty even tighter as the muscle spasms brought Rusty to an extreme climax. Rusty pumped his load into his lover and then they fell together, breathing hard and fast. Rusty brought his cum covered hand to their mouths and they feasted on Cooper’s juice. Then they laid together, silently, for several minutes.
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“How was your date with Mary?” Rusty asked sitting up next to Scott who had just come in the door and sat on the sofa.

Scott looked at Rusty. “It was good. We went to some friends of hers. Nice people. A couple of the guys there were into cars so I had something in common with them, which surprised me, I’m glad to say. I think I picked up a couple of jobs on the side from them, you know, extra cash fixing their cars.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

“How is it going with Mary and yourself?”
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