Tommy

This happened a long time ago, shortly after I got out of Uncle Sam’s Air Force. Four years of forced living with fifty other guys in a communal barracks was more than enough for one lifetime. I settled down in my home town, but in a two room apartment close to my job at a warehouse. My folks lived on the other side of town and basically stayed out of my hair and I stayed out of theirs.

On one Saturday morning, I got up to go out on some important mission that I can’t recall. But when I tried to start my usually ‘trusty-rusty’ ’49 Ford I was dismayed to discover a dead battery. What to Do? Naturally, I opened the hood and surveying the battery saw it and the connecting cables were covered in a greenish goo that didn’t look like it had come from the factory.

As i stood there trying to figure out what to do a pickup truck pulled up next to me and the driver hollered at me, “Got a problem?”.

“Uh yeah, bad battery”, I replied.

“Disconnect it and stick it in the back of the truck. We’ll get you a new one”, he offered.

This offer and the timing seemed too good to be true, but why question it? “OK just a minute”.

Half an hour later we got back from ‘Budget Batteries’ with a nearly new ‘Reconditioned’ batt. I installed it, hooked it up and got in the drivers seat to try it out. That old 6 cylinder flat-head never spun over so fast in its career. Life is good.

“That’s great”, I said. “By the way my name’s Jerry”.

“I’m Tommy”, came the reply. “Not bad for $10.99, Huh? Us Ford drivers gotta stick together”.

I hadn’t noticed before but his ride was a Ford too.

Anyway I had to make an offer for this favor he’d done and I said, “Would you like a beer? I’ve got some cold Blue Ribbon in the fridge”.

Now I’ve got to take a minute to describe Tommy. He’s a big guy, taller than me by maybe 5 inches, about 6 ft/2 and he’s…shall we say…wide. Now some cruel or undiplomatic people would use the word ‘fat’. I wouldn’t, because I know him better than most. He’s very energetic, active and quick on his feet, which can be a little scary in a big guy. And as illustrated by the incident this morning he is thoughtful and kind. More so than me, I fear.

So we were now in my pint sized apartment with Tommy sitting on the one piece of real furniture in the room, a two-seater sofa. What is now called a ‘love seat’, though I’d never heard that term until recently. I came back from my fridge with two fairly cold bottles of beer and set one down on the card table that served as a coffee table and took a deep swig from my beer, while I sat down in a folding camp chair that was my other piece of furniture. Tommy had picked up a cheap ‘girly’ magazine off the table and was flipping through it when he stopped and said something uhh, a little surprising.

“I’ve got bigger boobs than her!”, It took me a few seconds to take this in but I finally stammered out “Whatcha talking about?”.

“Yeah, look at her”, he said and turned the magazine around so I could see the girl in a bikini he was talking about. He then lifted up his sweatshirt to shoulder height exposing his belly and, yes, his fairly prominent boobs.

I must say here and now that I was impressed and more than a little intrigued by his show all.

“See, I’m bigger than her”. He wasn’t exactly bragging, just stating what he thought was fact. I looked at the photo in the mag again, then at Tommy.

“Hmm, maybe”, I said, “There’s only one way to tell for sure”.

“What’s that?”, asked the big guy.

I immediately leaped out of my chair and settled down between Tommy’s knees and planted my lips on one of his boobs applied all the suction I could manage, at the same time grabbing hold of the other one and giving it a good flopping. After about ten seconds of this I switched sides, I also noticed the boob I had been sucking was now half again bigger than before. After another ten seconds of sucking both boobs were now enlarged. His ruby-red nipples stuck stuck out like stop lights.

I grabbed the girly magazine and held the picture of the bikini girl up to Tommy’s chest. “Sure enough”, I said, “Your boobs are bigger”.

Tommy laughed and added, “I told you. I just wish I had more for you to suck on.”

Fatal words. “Well maybe you do have more.” I said as I kissed his tits and started tracing a path with my tongue down across his belly. I made little zigzag motions going down, and when I got to his navel made my tongue do several trips around it before licking the lint out of the bottom. (Just kidding). Then I started into the serious territory south of his belly button.

Tommy was giggling as I put my hands into the top of his sweat pants. “Raise your butt up” , I said and he helped me slide them down, and there it was, the object of my quest, his little pink dick. With one hand I cuddled it and pointed it upward toward my face, leaned into it and wrapped my lips around the head, then sucked it up like a wet noodle all the way down to the base.

I grabbed his pants and got one leg off over his shoe. His legs now free, Tommy spread them as widely as he could and I settled in to deliver my patented super-special Saturday morning blowjob. It didn’t take long for his little pink dick to turn into a big red boner.

At first I concentrated on his dick head, knowing this would arouse feelings fastest. As his dick became a boner I slid his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth while trying to control my gag reflex. I was getting the head of his cock into the entrance of my throat and just a small bit more depth and I was all the way down to the base of his cock. As I was doing this I grabbed his scrotum with my left hand and gently tugged on his balls. Back to the deep throating (we didn’t have that term in those days), I found I could slide his whole cock with the head just in my throat and hold it there for ten to fifteen seconds and then pull it partway out, take a good breath through my nostrils and re-throat him for another ten seconds. My practice sessions with cucumbers were paying off.

There was a bottle of hand lotion with a pump top that I kept under the sofa for emergencies such as this. I squeezed some on the fingers of my right hand and poked my middle finger up Tommy’s asshole. I had the Trifecta going: cock-sucked, balls-tugged on, rectum-penetrated. I would bet a hundred dollars this was the first time Tommy had all this done to him at once! As I continued the action on his cock: lip massage followed by throat fucking and back again, and again, Tommy was rocking and rolling his butt. His breathing sounded like a steam locomotive, huffing and puffing with an occasional loud moan, I sent my index finger up his ass to join the middle finger and then added my ring finger. Tommy’s asshole was well used and slightly sloppy.

As I kept up the sucking I noticed the head of his cock was swelling up tight, so I figured he was about to cum. Never one to fuck up a good orgasm I took just his head between my lips and concentrated on it, speeding up my head bobbing and pushing my fingers as deeply as possible into his ass. A low moan escaped Tommy’s mouth followed by “I’m gonna”. He never said ‘cum’ but splattered the back of my throat with it instead. A second blast followed the first and I slowly lowered the range of my sucking farther down his dick. This kept up for another ten seconds or so but then Tommy’s body started to relax a bit and his cock lost a little bit of its rigidity. I noticed my mouth was full of cum juice as I let Tommy’s cock flop out onto his belly.

I looked up at his face and noticed one eye peeping down at me. I opened my mouth wide exposing his juice and blew a cum bubble out. Tommy laughed out loud and I swallowed the cum in one gulp.

“Oh God, Jerry I’ve never felt so good before. That’s the first blowjob I’ve ever had!”

Now that surprised me. “Well, I feel honored to pop your cherry. Can I guess your ass isn’t exactly virgin”, I asked.

“it was once, a long time ago, but some guys I knew in high school saw to that. All four years they’d fuck me after school. Not every day, but most. I loved it.”

“You liked it?”

“Yeah. I LOVED it. I still like to shove things up it. I have some toys that exercise my asshole, and I make bigger ones from time to time. Would you like to stick your toy up my ass?”

He didn’t have to say it twice. My dick was screaming for relief and Tommy’s asshole was lubed and ready. He lay on the floor on his back then pulled his knees up over his belly. My cock found his hole and I settled in on his body. As I pumped away on him my mouth found those boobs we were talking about earlier.

It didn’t take long to climax as Tommy could apply pressure to my cock with his well muscled rectum. I unloaded the first of many orgasms into his ass and later into his mouth in the months ahead.

You might have noticed that I seem to enjoy talking about pleasure trips I’ve done to others more than the other way around. I do enjoy getting serviced, but I love servicing.

Tis better to give than receive.

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