After The Bonfire

There is going to be a party out in the woods. Around a bonfire. Way out on the fringe of the county. The south end. Nearest the river. My friend just told me about it.

“You want to go? I want you to go. With me. It is at the home of an ole college pal. A frat brother of mine.” Samuel asks as we stand in the aisle of our downtown Metropolitan Community Church. “It is with some of my other friends that do not go here. Do you want to go?”

“When?”

“Next Saturday.” He says.

“I’ll cook. Before we go. You can come by my house. And we will leave together from there.”

“Okay. What time?” I say.

“Let’s say. Six. Five-thirty. No. Make it five-thirty. And then we will drive out to the party. After we eat. And get cleaned up.”

It is Saturday. Now. And it is four.

Samuel had called and told me to come to his house earlier than what he had said when we had talked in the church aisle.

I had already been over to his house earlier in the week on a Tuesday. He wanted to get some porn and wanted me to tag along. We gushed like two schoolboys doing something naughty behind our parents backs as we looked at the wide selection of CDs on the many shelves. But our taste in porn were on the opposite ends of the spectrum. Me. I like voyeurism. Group fucks. Nudity. And putting on a show. A fuck for all to see. Like what I like to do.

Him. My friend, Samuel. He is traditional. A simple fuck turns him on. And wallowing in a bed together after that fuck has culminated in an explosive release.

This he told me as we perused the gallery of porn on the many shelves. And each of us fondling our erections in front of the other as we picked up and examined every little plastic box. Neither one of us could hide our bulges in our shorts. I do not think we wanted too. I know I did not.

I am not sure what Samuel is. To me. His signals are mixed. Friends. Or more. A chance at a potential relationship. He smiles at me. And I smile back. I would like more with him. I truly would. But I have learned to be leery of any relationship with any of the men in the church. I have had one, two disappointments with some already. The first. His name was Tony. And then another was Randy. Or was it Dan. I cannot remember. It was one of them. Randy or Dan.

Samuel prepared fried cube steak. Creamy mashed potatoes. And fresh green beans sauteed with Spanish onions in olive oil and some delicious seasonings made up by his mom. And of course, the most important of all. At least to me. Is the homemade pan gravy made in the cast iron skillet from the leftover drippings and the little bits of meat cast off when he shallow fried the cubes of meat. That was my favorite. However, his biscuits tore apart, layer upon layer, and sopped up that rich brown gravy like a pillow. It was marvelous. It reminded me of home. It was a definite plus for me. And scored the future husband points for me. Were they to happen.

It got me thinking. Was he trying to entice me? Trying to get to me through my empty belly. And then my heart.

It was not a long drive, but it was dark when we left his house. The bonfire was all a blaze when we parked off away in a field. Everyone is gathered around it. Everyone in their coats. It is January. It is cold in that month.

Our coats wrapped around us. Snug. Like a bug in a rug.

Our hands were holding our drinks. A red plastic Dixie filled to the brim with some ungodly concoction from the punch bowl which sat on the dining room table. I held it. I am not a drinker, so I let it stay in my hands. I did not want the excuse of having to get another.

Then nature beckoned. As it did with many of the others. We were all in a line along the fence, unzipped. Our cocks for all to see. And then we piss. Stream after stream hitting the dark shadows cast out from the light of the vicious burning bonfire.

“Nice cock.”

“What? What?” I ask. The deep masculine voice having caught my attention before his face did next to me.

“You do have a nice cock.” The man says. “Right size of a big ole cockhead you got there.”

I look at him. Square in the face. And then to his cock. I must look there again. He is the most blessed man I have ever laid my eyes on of someone of my same age. He looks to be in his thirties, like me.My thirties have been good to me. And he is something to behold.

“You. Too. Man. You shame me with that damned cock of yours.” I say.

“Don’t be. I like what I see.” He tells me. “I like your cock. A lot.”

“Me too.” I say with a wink.

Neither of us rush to tuck each of our juniors back inside our jeans. It is only us still out there by the fence. He reaches over and cups my balls in his long stealth fingers.

“They are heavy. Full.” He says as I feel the warmth of his hand as he gently begins to caress and coddle them. Squeeze them. Roll them around in his long fingers.

“It has been a while since they have been unloaded. Isn’t it?”

“Well. I think I can help you with that.” He tells me. “You came here by yourself.”

He takes his hand away, but I wish it were still there. We still have not tucked our cocks back in our jeans despite the chilly cold in the night air.

“No. I came with a friend.”

“Girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”

“No. Neither. I do not have one of those.” I tell him. “You?”

He nods ‘no’ as an answer to me. I think, myself. Good.

“Would you like to come back to my place?”

“I am tempted.” I tell him. “But I need to tell my friend. I am parked at his house.”

“I can take you by his place to get your car. If you’d like.”

“You can. Then you can follow me back to my house.” He says.

“Is it far?”

“No. Not too far.”

“I need to let my friend know I am leaving. With you.”

“Go. Let him know.” He says. “I’ll be right here.”

Once he zips up. There is a large bulge in his pants. The shadow from the wrinkled fabric only makes him look so much bigger.

I tell him, my friend, what I am doing and point out this man whose name I do not even know. Only his cock. To my friend, Samuel.

“He’s a lawyer in the state Supreme Court. He is clerking for one of the judges. I believe.” Samuel says. He knows of him. He has quite the reputation among some at this party.

“Him? Him?” I say. Surprised that he would be interested in little ole me. A laborer with callouses on his hands.

“Are you sure you should leave with him?’ Samuel asks me.

“I really want too.”

“Well. Go. Have a good time. But call me tomorrow. Or come by before church tomorrow night. Let me know you are okay.”

I could hear some disappointment in his voice, but he has not made it plain what we were. Or are. And I must move on.

* * *

Piece by piece of our clothing is shucked as we look at the other man across the room. I had seen his cock by the dim light of the bonfire while we stood amongst the shadows, now I am looking on it in the full light of his bedroom. My eyes cannot look away. I am drawn to his square-jawed face and the light dusting of fuzz on his face. He is muscular. Not thickly but lean. And the cross-like pattern of hairs on his chest only enhance his valley-rippled-like musculature on his over 6-foot-tall frame. The ridged washboard of his abs match the hard work of my many visits to the gym and in my daily shoveling of dirt.

I feel my cock pulse at the image of him as it leaves its impressive imprint on my brain. I drip a little of my juice onto his carpet as I feel the lust for this man’s abundance shoots through me.

“You look good.” He tells me.

“I don’t look like you.” I reply. “Not even close.”

“But you look damn good.” He says. “I do like your cock. You are as well-built as me. More so.”

“My cock. It does not compare to yours.”

“Your girth does put mine to shame. You are thicker than many of the men I have seen before.” He says.

“I’m (…and I tell him my name).”

“Nice to meet you.” He says. “I am Simon.” (Not his name. By-the-way. But I picked this one as it applies to him in the best possible way.)

We both ease our way onto his unmade bed. The sheets looking like a storm has raged through them before our naked arrival.

The house is not what I expected. A double-wide mobile home. And seems to be a hoarder’s dream. That surprises me more than anything. I do not expect such clutter from someone as young as we are. I am quite the opposite at my apartment.

His little black shaggy dog is off to the side in his little bed and looks on at us as we arrange ourselves into a wrangled sixty-nine.

He gulps me down. Taking me all into his mouth. My cockhead hits the back of his mouth. His mouth is so moist. Wet. And warm. I am still attempting to swallow all of him down my mouth and throat. I even manage to not gag on his impressive length. He tastes so good.

I smell the smoke of the bonfire upon him. It brings me back to the time hours earlier at the bonfire. As the crown of his cut cock hits the back of my throat. There is still so much of him that I cannot swallow. But I try as I see Simon’s nose disappear deep into my furry bush.

I gently face-fuck him as we lay on our side in our sixty-nine. He soon picks up the hints and gently begins to fuck my mouth as I do him.

Simon taste salty.

I am sweet. As I have often been told from the many men who have feasted on my cock. And tasted the reward I gave them after they happily gulped down my tool. But they say that a man’s cum taste like the food he last ate or the drink he last swallowed.

Our naked writhing bodies are slowly breaking out in a sheen of sweat as our actions increase in the fervor. Our gasps building as the momentum mounts betwixt us.

Simon ousts me about in a rough manner.

“I want to eat that sweet tight ass of yours.”

I can feel his tongue dart deep into my hole. My hard cock grinding into the soft sheets of the bed. The more his lithe tongue delves into my depths I get harder and harder from his soft pliable appendage. I know what he is doing. His cock is getting harder too. I want it. His cock. I know what he is doing.

He laps at my hole. Digging his tongue inside my hole. And into the hairs between my cheeks.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I utter as he delves ever so hurriedly into my hole.

I am not sure how long he will stay wrapped up in my dark passage, but I know he is doing what he must to get me ready.

“I want your ass.” Simon says as he leaves my hole. His spittle tangled in the spikey hairs on his square-jawed face.

“I am not sure I can do it. That I can take you.”

“You can. You can.” He coxes me as I look at him and the wetness on his mouth. And his cock. Which stands like its own golden hued idol between his hairy and heavily muscled thighs.

“Does Simon say I should?” I say mimicking the childhood game of the bygone days.

“He does.” Simon says as he is sprawled out on the bed. Awaiting me.

“I have never been fucked by such a cock as yours before.” I lament. A little leery. I am not sure if I can take it all.

“But you have been fucked?” He ask. “Right? You have been fucked?”

“Yes.” I say. “I have been fucked by a former boyfriend.”

“And others?”

“Yes. And others too. But none of them were as big as you. Or I should say, as long as you.”

“Your cock is much thicker than mine.” He says. “Your cockhead is one of the biggest I have ever seen. It is much bigger than any guy I have ever seen before.”

“I have been told that. Too. Yes. I have.”

“C’mon. Climb on. I will take it slow. Promise. Simon promises.”

His cock is one of the biggest I have ever seen. Not necessarily thick but the length is astounding. Ten inches. Or more. I am not sure he seems to grow longer the more I stare at the tower of power between his outstretched legs.

“But we are two hairy sons-of-bitches. Aren’t we? We do have that in common. Don’t we?” I say.

He nods his head in his insistence, I take the plunge on his towering snake.

I hover over him. I can feel my ass tense. I know I cannot swallow this monster if I am tense. I know he can see the tiny whispers of my ass hairs inside the entrance to my waiting hole. He licked on them earlier in his skilled mouth.

“Relax.” Simon says. “Relax. Your cock wants you too. Look at it. You are as hard as me.”

“Oh! I want to.” I say. “I want to fuck you too.”

“You are not a bottom?” Simon ask.

“I am versatile. You?” I say.

“I am a top only.” He says. His words. Stern. Absolute.

“But I like to fuck too.” I say.

“We’ll work it out. C’mon. I want to fuck you. Right now.” He says. “I wanted too the moment I saw you at the bonfire. Its why I crept to the fence to get nearer to you. I wanted to see what was between your legs. You had a big ole bulge.”

I feel his cockhead as it taps on the entrance to my hole.

“C’mon! C’mon!” Simon insists. “C’mon!”

“FUCK!” I cry out as Simon’s cockhead pierces my hole. “OH! FUCK!”

“That’s it! That’s it!” Simon says as I slither down his fleshy pole.

Simon sighs.

“FUCK! You are tight!”

I can feel him. The blood whizzing through the many veins on his cock. I squeeze the lengthy monster inside my hole with my strong interior muscles.

“Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! It feels like I am fucking a virgin ass. You are so damn tight. FUCK! FUCK!” Simon says as I continue to barrel down on his extra long cock. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
As I slide down him, I stare at him in the face as my cock aims itself high towards the ceiling. The further I plunge the more I expel my precious seed from my fleshy-dagger but it is only pre-cum that I leak.

My legs are on either side of his torso. I can see into his deep and bright blue eyes. As my cock springs back and forth in a frenzy, slinging my creamy-like juice in all directions, as I rise and fall on his reaching cock. I am vaulted into new heights as he hits spots inside my hole I have never been touched by before by another man’s cock.

“OHHHH! FUUUUCCCCKKKK!” My loud screams of ecstasy fill his hoarded packed trailer.

His long 10-incher parts my hole. The more I devour him inside my hole. I feel bolts of sexual shock shoot all throughout me. Each inch I swallow of him I am rocketed to new heights of pleasure.

“Take it! Take it!” Simon yells. “I knew when I saw you. You were more than enough man to take me whole.”

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I scream as strings of my potent man-juice burst forth in white ribbons of cum from my seven-inches. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!”

Like an arc across the heavens, my cum splatters onto Simon’s blonde furry chest. Onto his balls. And his pubes. And onto his weaving treasure trail. The fountain of cum that I am known for sputters more than it ever has before under the length of his cock. Some of it manages under the first streams of outburst to hit a portion of his square-jawed face. He lets it drip as I weep more of this precious cream.

“FUCK! YOU ARE A CUMMER!” Simon says as my cum drips off his heated flesh.

Simon yanks me up and slings me on the bed. Roughly. It happens so fast I am at the mercy to his strength. He resumes his antics on my stretched ass.

He pounds me. Harder. And harder. I can feel the size of his cockhead expanding. He is nearing eruption.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” He screams as he yanks this 10-inches of wonderous cock out of my hole and sprays me down in his glorious man-batter. “FUCK! FUCK!”

He quivers and shakes as he slinks down all his weight onto me. I did so when I coated him down in my spunk.

I collapse under his weight. His heavy breathing joins mine as we both sink into the frazzled sheets.

“That ass of yours is a fucking dream.” Simon says. “You are so fucking tight.”

“And that cock of yours is a monster. It felt so good. I have never been fucked so deep before.” I whisper as I am overtaken with exhaustion. Spent. I soon hear his snores as we both drift off into sleep.

* * *

We awoke only a few hours later after falling asleep hugging the pillows as if it were the one, we are in bed next too. I could feel the stickiness of Simon’s cum on my back and in the crack of my ass where it seeped after he shot his passionately built-up load. And amid Simon’s hairy pubes, his treasure trail and the fine hairs on his chest are the dried white gobs of my cum from when I sprayed him down like a fountain while he fucked me as I rode him like a horse.

“You hungry?” Simon asks as he wipes the crust of sleep from the corners of his blue eyes.

“Yeah. I am.” I say. “I unloaded quite a lot of my protein onto you. I need to replace it.”

“I did the same.” Simon responds back to me. “I did the same.”

We hastily dress. I can smell him as I pull up my jeans over my flaccid cock. And pull my tee over my head. I could not find my underwear. I looked under the bed. And in the bathroom. I could not find them. I suspect his little dog has absconded away with them to parts unknown. We do not bathe. Or brush our teeth, as I had not brought anything with me to do so. I had planned to leave as soon as the sun rose. Disappear like a ghost. This was just another fuck. I was deep in lust with his cock.

As we ate our scrambled eggs and our link sausages, at the local family restaurant I hold up a link and say:

“Your cock shames this little guy. Simon. Doesn’t it?”

“So does yours.” He replies with a twinkle in his eye as he looks at me from across the table.

We chuckle, loudly, getting the attention from the many in the crowded family restaurant on this Sunday morning.

We part outside in the restaurant parking lot. He reaches for me and gives me a hearty hug. I can feel the hard cock in his jeans. I am sure he feels mine too. I am so very hard. We linger close to each other -- longer than what we should in a town such as this. But the fucking had been tremendous. I will hug him till he pulls away. And he does. Finally.

I never saw him after this encounter. I often wondered what had become of him.

I stumbled on the paper on day from all those years ago where I had written down his name and address from that night after that bonfire and went to my computer to see what had become of him. He had gotten himself into some serious legal trouble. But I will not elaborate. I am sure he got some attention when he was booked and had to strip down for his jail time. I am sure he was a hit with his fellow cellmates. He had been a hit with me. At least for one night. A few hours.

But I did enjoy that night. One of the last times where I would allow myself to be fucked. I prefer to be the man that is fucking another man’s tight hole. But he was memorable for his cock and his home.

I thought for my twenty-fifth story under my Benjie’s Stepdad moniker I would do another true one like my previous one of THE PICTURE. I decided to reveal an intimate encounter from my mid-thirties. This man had one of the biggest cocks I have ever experienced. The night was far from forgetful. Along with his house and his dog. I thought I would share the experience. I hope you enjoy it. I did when it transpired. I still leak cum from my cock as I reminiscence about him. It is that memorable. I hope you agree.