I Just Needed a Tune-up

I wouldn’t exactly call Hamilton, Ohio the armpit of the country.  Not exactly.  I’d probably call it the dirty, infected ass hole of the country.  And, I’d be allowed to because that’s where I’m from.

Hamilton is between Cincinnati and Dayton, close enough to both that neither one will claim it.  Locally, it’s known as “Hamiltucky” because it is supposedly even more hillbilly and redneck than Kentucky, even.  I have to say, I agree, since I was born and raised there.

There used to be industry there which at least gave it a reason for being.  Now, the people who lived there justified their existence with cars, cigarettes, food stamps, opioids and video games for the most part.  Not me.  I worked at a big box store not far from town and saved as much as I could with the intention of moving somewhere else in the future.

It was a Tuesday lunch time.  I’d been late that morning getting in and my buddy Red called me on it as soon as I sat down in the break room.  

“My fucking car wouldn’t start; I had to beg a ride to work.” I told him.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“Hell if I know.  All I know how to do is stick the key in and turn it.  Now I’m going to have to have it towed someplace and get screwed with my pants up paying for whatever they say is wrong.”

“Why don’t you let my cousin look at it first?  He can fix just about anything and it probably is just something minor anyway.”

“You think he would?”

He pulled out his phone and said, “Doesn’t hurt to ask.”  When the phone was answered, he said, “Hey, asshole.  Did I interrupt you pulling on your pud?”  He listened to the reply and then said, “You wish.  You probably have to tie a string around it just so you can find it.  I’ve got a question for you.”

“Not if you were the last person on earth.” he said in response to whatever he heard at the other end.  “I’ve got a friend here at work that can’t get his car started.  I told him you might take a look at it and see what’s wrong before one of the garages try to soak him.”

He looked at me and asked, “When are you home?”

“I’m off tomorrow.  I’ll be home all day since I don’t have a ride.”

“Yeah.” he said into the phone and looked at me again.

“What will he charge me for looking at it?” I asked.

Obviously he could hear me on the line because Red said, “He says give him 20 bucks for gas and make sure that there’s plenty of beer to drink.  Oh, and you pay for parts if you need them.”

“It’s a deal.” I said.  I had Red repeat my address to him and he said that he knew the place, that he’d probably be there around 10 AM and hung up.

“Doesn’t he have to work tomorrow?” I asked Red.

“He’s on disability.  He was overseas and got fucked up.  He acts okay when I see him but he must still be messed up, they’re still paying him.” Red replied.

I wondered what I’d gotten into.

The next morning at a few minutes after 10 there was a knock on my door.  When I opened it I got my first look at Roger, Red’s cousin.  He was shorter than me, around 5’6” and wiry.  He had on a loose tank top and an old pair of loose basketball shorts but I could tell from his arms and shoulders that he was pretty well built.  He had dark curly hair and was good looking, even though he had a long scar that ran along one cheek from his nose to his ear.  There’s a certain stage in an Appalachian guy’s life when he faces a crossroads, physically.  Some of them dry up, become stringy old men before their time and look like mad biblical prophets.  Some go the other route, get fat, lose teeth, smoke like chimneys and spend the rest of their shot lives drunk.  The third option fit Roger.  He was past the age I spoke of and he was still in prime shape and attractive as hell.  He’d probably be that way till he died.

While I was taking him in, he stood and stared back at me.  I’m six foot, lean from regular swimming and more of the proverbial nerd than hot redneck white trash.  I was dressed pretty much the same as him except my clothes were even bigger and baggier.

“Well, I’m not the Jehovah’s Witnesses.  Can I come in?” he asked.

“Sorry.  I’m Mike.  You must be Roger.” I said, stepping to the side to let him enter.

Roger stepped in and looked around.  There wasn’t much to see, I’m not the decorator type.  

“Where’s this car that won’t start?” he asked.

“It’s down in back, I’ll show you.”

He just looked at me for a moment and then said, “Not unless you’re carrying a six-pack, you won’t.  I don’t go anywhere unless there’s beer.”

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out what he’d asked for, holding it up for him to see.

“That’s a start.” he said.  “There had better be more where that came from.  Now I’m ready to go.”

I led him back downstairs and out through the basement door in back.  The building that I was living in was one of a series that had been built in the 70’s.  The management company did just enough maintenance to keep it from sinking into a total slum; nevertheless the place looked its age.  My piece of shit car was right where I’d left it.  Even though it was just after 10, it was already in the 90’s and the car was right in the sun.  Roger grabbed the six pack, cracked open a beer and said, “Get inside and crank it.”

I did as told and he opened the hood while I tried to get it started.  It just wouldn’t turn over.  I got out and walked around to where he was peering at the engine.

“When’s the last time this thing had a tune up?” he asked.

“Never?” I replied.  “At least, not while I’ve had it.”

“Jesus, you think that could be a problem?” he asked.

He drained his can of beer, opened another and started fiddling around under the hood.  He seemingly checked several things, then turned and leaned against the front of the car and looked at me.

“People like you don’t deserve to own cars.” he said.  “Is there an auto parts place or a Walmart near here?”

“Yeah, a couple of miles up the road.”

He drained his beer and said, “Let’s get going.  Bring your credit card, you need some new shit.”

I went back upstairs and got my wallet, then met him out front.

“And we’re stopping for more beer on the way back.” he said to me.

He had an old truck that he’d parked out front and I climbed in on the passenger side.  I watched him as he drove.  Even though he was a surly fucker, there was something about him, something that made you feel that he wasn’t always so bad tempered.  There was something almost vulnerable about him.  I never really thought about other men in terms of attractiveness but I did that morning, sitting next to him.  He had a hot body, even I could see that.  He made me uncomfortable.

When we pulled into the Walmart lot and got out he said, “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“I guess not, sorry.”

“I like it.” he replied.  Then he smiled and said, “You sure do stare, though.”

He walked to the store ahead of me and I could feel myself blushing.

When we reached the door, he rolled a cart toward me and said, “You’re in charge of pushing the cart.”

He led me to the automotive section and I watched him as he selected an oil filter, oil, an air filter, spark plugs and more.  Then, he led me to the grocery section and said, “Beer.”

I picked up a cold six pack and put it in the cart and he said, “Think again, asshole.” as he loaded 3 more six packs.

After I’d paid for the purchases, he led me and the cart out to his truck.  He threw his keys to me and said, “You drive.  I need a beer.”  I’d lost count of how many he’d had but it didn’t seem to have any effect on him.

We pulled out of the lot and he nursed his beer while sitting staring at me.

“What?  What are you looking at?” I asked.

“I just wanted to see if being stared at made you uncomfortable, too.” he said.

“Do you always make an effort to be so obnoxious or are you doing it just for me?” I said.

He chucked then and said, “I get easier to deal with as the day goes on.  Mornings aren’t my time and it takes me a while to get a buzz on and relax.  My doctor calls it self-medicating.”

“Well hurry up and medicate before I have to kick my foot up your ass.” I told him.

This time he laughed out loud and said, “You’re alright, kid.”

Things were a lot less tense after that, he leaned back and rested his foot on the dash while he drank.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see his muscular leg and how his shorts leg fell down onto his crotch, outlining the mound inside.  He didn’t seem at all self conscious.

We got back to my place and I pulled into the lot and parked in the space next to my car.  He got out, unloaded the parts we’d bought and pulled a tool chest from behind the seat.

“Your job is to now hand me whatever I ask for and to keep the beers coming.  And try to stay awake.” he said.

I opened us both a beer as he popped the hood and got busy.  The sun was almost directly overhead and it felt like it was at least 100 degrees.  In no time, we were both drenched with sweat.  He stopped work and pulled his tee shirt up over his head and tossed it onto his truck hood.  I was feeling my beer and even though I’m naturally sort of shy, I did the same.  When I looked back at him, he was looking at me.

His body was even more muscular than I’d thought, you could pick out the individual shapes of the muscles in his chest and belly beneath the skin.  His torso looked entirely hairless except for a light treasure trail that led down into his waist band.

“You must really work out.” I said.

He looked me over and then he said, “You’re in pretty great shape yourself.  I wouldn’t have thought so from those baggy clothes.”

That made me feel pretty good, coming from him.  Our bodies weren’t at all alike; I’ve got more of a swimmer type body, not bulky but firm.  And, unlike him, I’m pretty hairy all over.  I looked down at my chest and there were beads of sweat all over it, hanging on the curly hair.

“You ought to shave that pelt in the summer, you’d be a lot cooler.” he said.  “But, you wouldn’t look so sexy then.”

That was the last thing I expected to hear.  I’m a big nerd; no one has ever called me sexy.  I turned away to get us each another beer.

I handed him the beer and he went back to work.  He was leaning into the engine compartment, his hips resting against the front of the car while he worked.  I watched the muscles in his back as they moved under the skin.  His shoulders looked wider than mine and more muscular.  There was a deep groove along the line of his spine and I followed it down to where it disappeared inside his shorts.  The way he was leaning, his ass buns were perfectly outlined by the wet fabric over them and the seam sat deep in the groove between his ass cheeks.  Between the beer and the heat and looking at his ass, I was starting to get turned on.

“Okay, numbnuts, I need an extra pair of hands here.” he said without looking over his shoulder.  

I walked over and stood beside him.  He was holding the air filter in place, trying to get the screw attachment to feed through the hole.  It finally seemed to settle into place.

“What should I do?”

“Hold this in place while I adjust and tighten it.” he said.

I leaned in beside him and tried to hold it but I couldn’t reach the far side from where I stood.

“Not like that, get behind me and reach around.  You’ve got gorilla arms; you won’t have any trouble reaching.”

I moved behind him and leaned forward, careful not to touch his back and ass.  I wasn’t able to reach it.

“You’re going to have to get a lot closer than that, jerk off.” he said.  “Don’t worry; I don’t have anything you can catch.”

I moved forward and leaned against him.  My cock rested against his ass and as I leaned in further, my chest came to rest against his back.  When I had hold of the part, he started to work on it.

“Jesus,” he said, “I was hot before but having your hairy ass on top of me feels like I’m wearing a fur coat.”

Against my will, my cock was staring to grow, resting in the soft crease of the ass I’d been admiring.  As he made his adjustments, his hips moved against me, making it even harder for me to control my dick.  I could have sworn that he was pressing his hips back against me on purpose.

He finished his adjustments and said, “It’s pretty tight but I knew we could make it fit.”

He stood up and I crouched down, pretending to re-tie my shoe.  If I’d remained standing, my stiff dick would have been too obvious.  As it was, now I was eye level with his crotch and ass.  His crotch seemed fuller than before.

“Give me your keys and let me try starting it.” he said and I handed them up to him.  He walked around me, got inside and the engine fired right up.  He revved the motor a few times and then shut it off.  By now, I cock had shrunk enough that I dared to stand up.  Even so, I could have sworn that he glanced at my crotch.

“You won’t have any problem, now.” he said.  “It was just basic maintenance.  Give me another beer.”

We were both covered in sweat and grime.

“I left the air conditioning running.  It should be pretty cool if you want to come up and hang out for awhile.” I said.

“That’s just what I’d like.” he said.  “I wish I’d brought a change of clothes, I’d like a shower, too.”

“You can borrow some of mine.” I said.  “Come on.”

“Don’t forget the beer.” he replied.

Upstairs, it was like jumping into a swimming pool when the cool air washed over us.  I set the remaining beer on my dining table while Roger plopped down on one of the chairs.

“You go first.  You look like a wet gorilla.” Roger said.  “I want to finish this beer, anyway.  Then you can find me something to wear.”

“Cool.” I replied.  “The bathroom is right down the hall, last door on the left, if you need anything.  I’ll try to hurry.”

“Take your time.” he replied, sipping his beer and looking at my wet chest.

I’ve often wondered since then if I left the bathroom door open accidentally on purpose or if it was an honest mistake.  I guess it doesn’t really matter.

I slipped off my wet shorts and turned on the shower and after adjusting the temperature, I stepped beneath it.  I was thinking about Roger sitting so close by in the dinette and my cock started to swell, wondering what he might look like under the shower.  Thankfully, I had only swelled instead of getting a hardon because a moment later I heard Roger’s voice say, “Sorry, I have to piss like a Clydesdale from all that beer.”

I looked up just as he came through the bathroom door.  The shower was on one side of the room, there was a long sink and counter with a mirror over it on the opposite wall.  The toilet was at the end of the cubicle against the back wall.

Without even looking in my direction, Roger walked up to the toilet, dropped his shorts on the floor and kicked them aside.  Even over the shower I could hear a long steady stream of piss shooting into the bowl.

Looking into the mirror opposite, I could see a side view of Roger, naked at the toilet with his cock in his hand and the rounded mounds of his ass standing out.  He was grinning.  After shaking his dick to get the last drops off, he turned around and stepped over to lean against the vanity, facing me.  I couldn’t resist looking at his dick.  It was a wide one, thick enough to hide his ball sack entirely from view and had a big head that was shaped like a plum.  What little pubic hair he had looked like it had been trimmed recently.

“Hey, you’re not the shy type, are you?” he asked.  “I’m used to the military.  Being naked and taking a piss in front of another guy just feels natural.  I couldn’t even count the number of cocks I’ve seen.”

He hesitated and looked down at my swollen dick and then he said, “They don’t usually come that big though.”

He turned around and leaned forward to look into the mirror, his hips thrust back and his sculpted ass cheeks slightly parted.  It wasn’t light enough or I close enough to see his hole but I was sure aware that it was there.  My cock started expanding and I turned my back to shield my growing hardon from view.

I began soaping up my body but I couldn’t resist peeking over my shoulder every few moments.  Roger was still perched in front of the mirror, examining his eyes and the scar on his face, his ass jutting out.  More than once when I glanced his way he was staring back at me in the mirror.

“You’ve even got hairy ass cheeks.” he said.  “Just like some kind of Bigfoot.”

My dick had grown to the point that it was standing straight up and so sensitive that the water from the shower hurt when it hit it.  I was stuck, unable to turn around without putting my dick on display.

After another minute I heard Roger say, “Goddamn, if you fuck as slow as you wash your smelly ass, you must be a really popular lay.”

I didn’t turn around and the next thing I knew, Roger was stepping into the shower beside me.

“Move your tall ass over.” he said.  “I’m tired of waiting.”

I moved as far as I could into the corner of the shower, my back to Roger and my cock even harder than before, just from knowing he was there.  He splashed around behind me, getting himself wet and then he said, “Give me that soap.”

The soap dish was right in front of me and before I had time to react, Roger had slid up against me and craned around to pick up the soap.  He let out a whistling sound when he saw my dick.

“Damn, that thing is as hard a ball bat.  Just about as big, too.” he said.  I could feel my whole body blushing from being exposed.

“Oh, hey, you don’t have anything to be shy about.” Roger said.  “Guys pop boners all the time in the shower in the service.  It’s no big deal.  Well, that one is a pretty big deal.”

“Man, you need to toughen up.” he then said.  “If I had a dick that big, I’d show it off every chance I got instead of hiding it.  I’m the one who ought to be hiding. Look, I’ve got a hardon, too, and it’s only about half the size of your dick.”

I glanced down at his crotch.  He had his hand around the base of his dick and it was a whole lot bigger than half my size and looked about twice as thick, standing straight out above his balls.  I was longer but he was thicker.

“That’s a bigger than average dick, too, I’d say.”

“You think so?  I always thought it was kind of small.”

He turned his back to me and said, “You can wash my back for me since you don’t want to be seen.”

I took the soap from him and began to lather his shoulders and upper back.  He was solid muscle; nothing was loose enough to move under the skin as I soaped him up.  I watched the suds flow down his back and disappear into his tight ass crack and my cock, which had been going down from embarrassment, suddenly roared back to life.  Before I could even step back, it was rising to slide against his butt crack.

He didn’t say anything except, “Let me get up in front and rinse.”

He turned and slid past me, face to face, and as he did so his stiff meat banged up against the side of my own erection.

“You trying to start a sword fight?” he asked and stood under the shower head.  His eyes were closed and I took the available minute to look him over.  His body was about as close to perfect as I’d ever seen.

“How much time do you spend working out?” I asked.

He opened his eyes and said, “Not nearly enough.  I’m usually too drunk and my shit is already starting to fall.”  He rubbed his hand over his ridged belly and then said, “All of the beer makes me bloat up.  It won’t be long before I have a pot gut.”

“Gee, I wish I looked as bad as you.” I said.  “You look like somebody out of a porn magazine.  I look like a kid next to you.”

“That big dick sure doesn’t look like a kid.” he said with a smile.  “Maybe we can get together and work out some time.”

“I’d like that.  You’d have to show me what to do.”

“I can show you what to do.” he replied and turned off the shower.  We stepped out and toweled off.  I wrapped the towel around my waist afterward, he slung his over his shoulder and followed me into the bedroom to borrow some clothes.

While I was pulling some things out for him to try, he said, “So what are you going to do the rest of the day?”

“Nothing, probably just nap, it’s so hot.”

“I could use a nap to sleep off some of this beer before I drive.  Would that be okay?” he asked.

“Sure.” I replied.  I assumed that he’d go in and crash on the sofa. Instead he plopped down on my bed; face down, his ass in the breeze.

I dropped my towel and lay down on my back on the opposite side of the bed.  My cock was stiff and straining again so I raised one leg and put my arm down along my belly to cover it up.  He had his eyes closed.  I couldn’t help looking down at the two perfect globes of his ass standing out from his body and the deep crease that ran between them.  My cock was so hard that it was pulsing.  When I looked back up, his eyes were open and he was staring at me.

“You don’t seem very sleepy.” he said.

“Just nervous, I guess.  I’m not used to having anyone in my bed, especially not a naked man.”

“I bet you could get used to it real fast.” he said.  “I bet you’d have them standing in line waiting.”

“Yeah, right.” I said.  “Now I know you’re drunk.”

He raised his head and propped it on his right hand, then before I realized what he was doing, he reached down and knocked my arm out of the way and wrapped his fist around my cock shaft.  Then he wrapped his other fist around the shaft higher up so that only the head stuck out.

“It takes two hands to handle a Whopper.  Remember that commercial?  One look at this big thing and you could have anybody you wanted.” he said.

Even though I was 22, that was the first time anyone besides myself had ever touched my cock.  It sent so much feeling through my body that it felt like I shot a dry load.  My back arched off of the bed and I groaned.

“Damn, somebody is horny as fuck.  When’s the last time you got laid?”

Why bother to lie?  “Never.” I replied.

“Never?  Like never at all?” he asked, incredulous.

“Like, ever?” he asked again.  “You’ve never even fucked a girl friend?”

“Just never happened.” I said.

He had released my cock and now he looked down at where it stood up against my abdomen.

“What about guys?  One look at that big piece of meat and you probably had to club the cocksuckers out of the way.”  He turned onto his side, head still propped up and I saw that his dick was just as stiff as mine.

“Nobody was ever interested as far as I could tell.” I told him.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around my shaft again and began to stroke me.

“You’re a virgin.” he said.  “We’re going to have to do something about that.”

As luck would have it, I’d jacked off the night before and the jar of lube was still on my nightstand.  He reached over my body and grabbed it, then rolled onto his belly again and took off the lid.  He stuck several fingers into the jar and then began to coat my stiff dick with the grease.  No one, of course, had ever jerked me off before but I put up no resistance as he stroked the grease onto my cock.

I wasn’t expecting what happened next.  He rose up onto his knees and threw his leg over my body so that he was facing me.  His stiff dick was standing straight out and I could see a drop of clear liquid seep out of the slit in the head and roll down his shaft.  I noticed too, for the first time, how big his balls were and how low they hung.

“Wait, what are you doing?” I said.

“Just shut up and lay back, I’m about to give you your first piece of ass.”

He reached behind him and grasped my cock around the base, then pulled the head up in between his smooth buns.  Looking down my body I could see the base of my cock between his legs.  I wanted a better look at the action, so I grabbed his big ball sack and pulled it up out of the way.  The bottoms of his rounded ass cheeks were visible, as was the thick shaft of my dick stuck between them so that the head was invisible.

“Hey, good for you.” Roger said.  “I thought you’d be the type who was afraid to touch another guy’s dick.”

He was sliding his ass back and forth on my cock head and I finally felt it lodge against his hot hole.  Lifting his balls, I wrapped my other hand around his thick cock shaft without even thinking about it.  That was another surprise.

“Jesus,” I said, “your cock is so fat I can’t even get my hand all of the way around it.”

“Well, it appreciates you trying.”

He began to bear down on my dick, pressing with his hips while sitting on it.  At first, it kind of hurt but then I felt his hole start to expand and spread as it slipped over my cock head.  After only a second, it popped inside his ass and I felt the tight ring hugging my glans.    

“We’re in business, now.” he said, smiling.

I watched between his legs as he lowered himself onto my dick and it disappeared an inch at a time between his ass cheeks, his tight ring sliding down over my shaft.  He paused several times to get used to it and when there was only about an inch left outside of him, he dropped his body all at once until he was sitting on my pubes, his balls on my belly and his cock standing straight up with my whole dick up his ass.

“Fuck, that feels good.” he said.

He began to move back and forth, making my cock slip around inside of him.

He groaned and said, “That is one goddamned big piece of meat.  I’ve never had anything that big up my ass, I can feel it rubbing against the back wall.”

I could feel it; too, my cock head was sliding over the slick surface, the most sensitive part around the piss slit being stroked against his ass wall.

“Well, joker, how do you like it so far?” he asked, running his hands through my chest hair.

“A whole lot better than I ever guessed.” I said.  I stroked the fat shaft of his cock and pulled down on his balls to get more of my dick in him.  “You can sit there as long as you want.”

“I like it when you pull on my balls.  It keeps me from feeling like I might cum.  With this much cock up my ass, it wouldn’t take much to make me shoot.”

He moved his hips, rotating my cock in his ass and making it move from side to side inside of him, all the while making little groaning noises.  His eyes were closed and his head thrown back, loving the feeling of my cock in his ass.

He started riding it a little bit, letting an inch or so out before sliding back down on it.  Honestly, my cock was so long that he couldn’t slide much more out.

“Let go of me, fucker, we’re going to try something else.” he said.

I let go of his dick and balls and he started sliding up my dick, his tight hole puckered around my shaft.  I thought he’d slide back down my pole but he pulled himself clean off of it so that it slapped against my belly.  Before I could protest, he swung his body around so that he was on his hands and knees, his ass in the air and spread wide.

“Okay, junior, get behind me and show me what you can do with that big fucker.” he told me.

I jumped up and swung around behind him, my stiff dick leaking precum.  Crouched between his legs, I looked at his meaty ass cheeks spread before me and his tiny red, greasy ass hole waiting to be fucked.  It literally took my breath away.

“Did you fall asleep back there, fuckhead?” he asked me, waggling his ass.

“No, I just…I didn’t expect a guy’s ass to look so beautiful.” I said.

“Jesus God, you’re a nut.  Slip your dick in it and show me how much you like it.” he replied.

I rose up so that my cock stood out from my body and I aimed the fat head of it at his little hole.  The tip, resting between his cheeks was another sight I couldn’t get over.  I pressed with my hips and watched the hole expand as it opened.  My cock head slowly slipped inside, then each stiff inch of my dick until I felt my balls bumping up against the backs of his, my cock fully in him.

“Motherfuck, you’re hitting places in there I didn’t even know I had.” he sighed.  “My ass is going to remember this.”

I had never fucked anyone before but I knew the drill.  I started to slide my cock in and out of his hole.  He had lowered his head to rest on the mattress, his arms bent above his head so that just his hips were in the air, riding my cock.  Even before I really started drilling his hole, he was moaning again.

If I had to judge, I’d say my cock in his ass was about the best thing I ever felt.  The tight ring of his hole never did loosen up; I could feel it gripping my shaft as it slid in and out.  The inside of his ass felt like hot pudding, smooth and slick and wrapped all around my dick.  It was tight inside but not too, it was just right.

His head was turned to the side so that I could see his face.  His expression was slack, his mouth hanging open and drool running out.  Every time my cock head bottomed out in his hole, he let out another little groan.  I liked the effect I could have by varying my fucking speed, making him almost yip when I fucked him fast and then his drawn out groans as I slid in and out of his hole slower.  When I pulled most of my cock out of him and then slammed it back in, hard as I could, tremors passed over his whole body.

He was tipping his ass up and bucking it like he wanted more of my cock in him, so I gripped his hips in each of my hands and really started pounding it into him.  I was mesmerized watching my cock sliding in and out of his hole, the shaft disappearing in between his smooth buns and then sliding back out into view.  I loved the sound it made when my belly slapped against his ass cheeks.

I was really laying my dick into him, surprised by how much punishment his hole could take.  He raised himself onto his hands and arched his head back and said, “I feel like I’m going to cum!”

I fucked his hole harder than ever and then I felt his ass clamp down on my dick as his balls boiled over and his load shot out of him.  That took me over the edge and I jammed my cock into him as deep as it would go, just as my own juice began blasting out of my cock slit.  I was afraid I might pass out.

After my cock stopped shooting, he let out a big groan and collapsed onto his belly, me on top of him with my dick still up his ass.  He lay there, breathing hard, while my cock slowly softened inside of him.   When it was almost wilted, I rolled over off of him, my cock sliding out of his clutching hole and lay on my back.

His head was turned toward me and after I caught my breath, I turned his way.  He was staring at me; watching me as I relaxed, then I felt his hand close around my wet cock shaft.

“Man, you fucked the cum right out of me.  I never had that happen before.  For a beginner, you sure know how to throw a fine fuck.” he said.

“I guess I was inspired.” I replied and he laughed.

We lay there for another couple of minutes and then he said, “That obviously wasn’t the first time I gave up my hole.”

“That’s good to know.” I said and he punched me on the bicep.

“I guess I got started kind of young.” he said.  “When I was younger, there was this married man down the street.   One day when his wife was gone, he asked me to come in and help him with something.  He was weird at first but then he asked if I wanted to see some fuck magazines.  Of course I did.  And after my cock got stiff, he took it out of my pants and sucked me off.  He liked that my dick was so fat and so he started sucking me off on a regular basis.  He’d give me twenty bucks every time I fed him my dick.”

“I wish I’d had a neighbor like that.” I said.  “Nobody has ever sucked my dick and I sure could have used twenty bucks but I’d probably have let him suck it for free.”

After a moment of silence I asked, “Did you let him fuck you, too?”

“No, that came later.”  

He was staring at me while I stared at the ceiling but then he asked, “How much did Red tell you about me?”

“Not much, really.  He said you could fix my car.  That you’d been in the service, gone overseas, got fucked up over there and now you’re on disability.”

He smirked and said, “The story of my life.”  After another pause he asked, “Are you thinking of joining up?”

“Not me.” I said.  “I can’t even stand it having them tell me what to do at my job.  I’d probably last less than a week in the service before I blew my gaskets.”

“Good for you, then.” he said.  “It’s not how you think it is, they don’t tell you what it’s like before you go.  They feed you all of this John Wayne macho bullshit, make you think you’re saving the world.  They don’t tell you that you’re scared shitless the whole time, that everybody is scared shitless, even the assholes who are supposed to be in charge.  There’s never a minute when you’re not afraid of getting dead.”

I didn’t say anything.

“It fucks with your mind, right from the beginning.  You never know whether to shit or go blind.  It helps to have buddies in the same situation, though.”

I still just listened.

“There was this one guy over there; I knew right away that I liked him more than normal.  I guess he knew it, too, he used to tease me about how pretty I was and how he’d like to fuck me.  I liked the teasing, too.  Then, one night I was in the shower when he came in.  It was late; we were the only ones there.  He got a hardon and started showing it to me.  Then, he grabbed my ass.  It felt good, especially when he started playing with my hole.  That was that, as they say.  I wound up getting bent over and royally ass fucked.  And, I loved it.”

“Was that the first time?”

“Yeah, but not the last.  We got to be a regular thing; I couldn’t get enough of his dick.  It wasn’t as nice as yours but it was pretty nice.  All he had to do was wink at me and I knew he wanted to get into my hole.  I was always ready.”

“Where is he now?”

Roger closed his eyes and I saw him swallow a couple of times.  He didn’t re-open his eyes when he started talking again.

“That’s the fucked up part.  We did these useless patrols every day.   Go out, walk around holding a gun and maybe get shot at a little, go back to the tents.  Like clockwork.  This day, we finished breakfast and my buddy was giving me the wink.  We went outside, found someplace a little private and he plowed my ass Good Morning.  Then, it was time to patrol.  We were going up this path on a hill; we’d been up and down it a hundred times before but I guess the ’enemy’ had made some improvements overnight.  My buddy was about ten feet in front of me, leading.  I was watching his ass, thinking what a hot fuck he was.  He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned around and gave me his “Let’s fuck” wink.  His next step was onto a land mine.  I still had his cum load up my ass.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah, you could say.  You ever seen pictures of a geyser?  It was like that.  One second he was there, the next there was this geyser of blood and guts and bones.  I got covered in it.”

“That would have fucked me up permanently.”

“It did.  The next thing I knew, I was coming around in a hospital two weeks later.  They said that I had just sat down and no one could get me to move, I was afraid to take another step.  I didn’t even know where the fuck I was or who I was.  I was out of it for two whole weeks.  Then, they gave me a month of ‘therapy’ and sent me back even though they knew I was still fucked up.  It was even worse than before.  I was so scared that I couldn’t eat, I sweated day and night and I guess I was grieving.  My third day back, a mortar went off and I fell out and lost it again.  After another couple of months in the hospital, they gave me a medical discharge and disability.  I’m still a mess.  I was downtown two months ago; a car backfired and I fell flat.  Spent a couple of days in the hospital.  My psychiatrist says it ‘will take time’.”

“You know what I was just thinking while you told me that?”

“That I’m a psycho?”

“No.  You said that your friend, just before he was blown up, turned around and gave you the ‘Let’s fuck” wink.  He was thinking about you, about fucking you, probably about fucking you that morning.  That’s a pretty good thought to go out on.  I wouldn’t mind going that way, thinking about your ass.”

Roger opened his eyes and stared at me and I could tell that he was processing what I’d said.  His eyes looked about a mile deep.

“I never thought of it like that.” he said.  “You’re right, I bet he was.  That makes me feel better for some reason.  Damn, son, you made me feel better than my doctors ever did.”

He closed his eyes and lay there a few more minutes and then he said, “Okay, enough sob stories.  I guess I’d better be getting my ass on home.”

He sat up and pulled on the clothes I’d gotten out for him, not that different from what he’d arrived in.

I followed him to the door and as he was about to turn the knob I said, “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing so far, why?”

“I was thinking, I’m off both days.  Why don’t you come over Friday night after work and we’ll order a pizza and watch movies or something.”

“Or something.” he said.  “Something like fucking my butt again?”

“That.  And anything else you want to try.” I replied.

“In that case, I’ll definitely be here.  Give me your phone.”

I handed it to him and watched him key his number into it.  When he handed it back to me, he reached up and put a hand on either side of my head, drew me down and kissed me.  I’d never had a real kiss before and this one was like fireworks going off inside of my head, like my head exploded, in a good way.

He pulled away and grasped my dick which had immediately gotten stone stiff again.

“That’ll give you something to think about until Friday.” he said.

“Fuck, now I won’t think of anything else.” I replied.

He smiled, then turned and went out the door.  “See ya.” he said over his shoulder.

I went back into the bedroom and lay down of the bed and stared at the clock.  I watched one minute pass, then another.  I knew I probably shouldn’t do it but I picked up my phone and called his number.

When he answered I said, “Where are you?”

“Uh, in my truck.” he answered.  I could hear him smiling.

“Where’s your truck.” I asked.

“It’s in your parking lot; you haven’t even given me time to turn the key.”

“Come back up.” I said.

“What?  Why?”

“Come back up.”

“Why?  What do you want?” he asked.

“I’ll prop the door open and I’ll be waiting for you on the bed.  I want you to kiss me again.” I told him and disconnected.

A minute or so later I heard the door hinges and I heard the shoe that I’d use as a prop kicked out of the way.  I watched the bedroom door and then he was standing there.

I didn’t say anything and after a minute of staring at me he pulled his clothes off and came over and lay down on his stomach beside me.

“You really are a loony tune.” he said.

“Good.  Maybe I can get disability, too, and we can stay home and fuck all day.”

He smirked at me and I ran my fingers down the deep groove of his spine.

“You have the most beautiful back I’ve ever seen.” I told him.  “Let’s go get a bottle of wine later and I’ll pour in in here and lick it up.”

He stared at me some more and then he said, “You don’t have any idea what you’re getting into.”

“Then I guess there’s only one way to find out.”  I moved my hand down and cupped one of his perfect ass cheeks, feeling the crease at the top of his leg.  “I didn’t know men ever had an ass that could look like this.  Can I take a picture of it so I can beat off to it while I’m at work?”

“Yeah, you can take a picture but I’d rather you save your hard dick for me.”

“I can do that.” I said.

“What happens when we’re out somewhere and there’s a loud noise and I fall on my face?” he asked.

“I guess I’ll pick you up and bring you home.”

“And what about my medicines?  I need to take them every day.”

“Did you take them today?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you can go pick them up tomorrow while I’m at work so you won’t miss any.  You can get your toothbrush and some clothes, too.”

“Babe, what if I’m some crazy junkie and while you’re gone tomorrow I steal all of your shit and pawn it?”

I looked around the room and said, “There isn’t much worth hocking here but as long as you’re back when I get home, I don’t give a shit.”

“Do you know how crazy this is?” he asked.

“Yeah, so what?  When are you going to kiss me?”

He raised his body and moved over so that he was laying on top of me, our stiff cocks rubbing together.  I cupped his ass cheeks in my hands and he put his hands on either side of my head again.  When he kissed me, the fireworks started up in my head all over again only this time it felt like a door was opening in the back of my head.  I closed my eyes and I felt like I was floating in space, stars all around me.  I kissed him harder.