Jim & Gord

Gord is two years older than me and totally hot. He has black short hair and chocolate dark eyes. He has a olive complexion. A solid square jaw with few days old stubble with a strong nose and broad shoulders. Tight fitted shirt, barely hides his muscles. Gord is poor and even his ex-wife left him for that not just friends. Gord is often with me because I don't like being alone, and I don't care that his poor. I'm twenty-eight but still I don't like being alone. I mean I have lean body with a firm butt and muscle but again slim. Hair dark brown to shoulder almost light brown eyes. He is a few inches taller than me.

"Hey Jim!" Gord shouted as he entered the house. I was sitting at my desk writing my next novel. My fingers flew over the typewriter. I know old-fashioned, but computers are nonsense.

"Hi Gord I'm in the study." In a few moments, Gord was standing at the door of the study, wearing pants with holes everywhere and a T-shirt that was all worn out. He had a cigarette in his hand and permanent grin on his face.

"I still don't understand why you don't use computer." He said not as a question.

"You know what I think about them."

"Yes. Yes. Yes.". I stand up and walk past him, feeling the warmth of his body and his scent. Manly and sweaty.

"Beer?" I asked, feeling he was following me.

"Why not." I go into the kitchen and take out a beer from the fridge and get some tomato juice for myself.

"How can you drink that?"

"How can you drink that?" I reciprocate pointing at beer I just handed him. We sit in the living room and Gord turns tv on a game. He knows I can't stand football, but I suffer for him.

"Which one do you fancy?"

"What?" I ask him confused, staring at him taking a big sip of my juice.

"Player. Which one do you fancy?"

"You know you're the only one for me." I say jokingly, and Gord returns with a smile hidden behind a beer bottle. We watched the game until halftime when Gord fired.

"I haven't fucked in five years. Ever since my bitch of a ex-wife left me for some rich bastard." He said with disgust.

"Her loss." I say. Gord placed a beer on the table. Then he sat down beside me on the couch with one hand on the back, and with the other he took mine and placed it in his lap.

"We could have fun." He says without looking at me.

"Gord." I sigh feeling his dick rising in his pants under my arm as I rubs at the swelling that has forming.

"What do you say?"

"You won't be disgusted?" I asked.

"I don't know, let's try it." He answered and guided my hand with his into his pants. He had no briefs underneath. And I could barely take his dick into my hand how thick he was. He was rock hard and long. He pulled his hand out of his pants and left mine alone to touch his monster. And he put his hand on the back of my head and continued watching the game. I slowly caressed his dick.

Up and down I made slow motions on his dick. Gord moaned and I ventured and pulled his dick out of his pants. It was dark almost black with a bush around it. He was long and tick and it was a little hooked. I looked at Gord, who was watching the game and leaned in beside him. I kissed his rough neck and felt his salty taste on my lips. Gord moaned and stood up. He pulled his pants off and then his shirt revealing his firm chest and six pack. He was divine. He stood in front of me. I got up and took everything off. Then I knelt down. Gord turned to the game and continued to watch it.

"Be free to feast on my dick Jim." He said in a hoarse manly voice, and I knelt in front of him and grabbed his dick in my hand around the root and swallowed his dick head. Gord moaned and cried with lust. I stuck out my tongue and licked him from the testicle to the tip of the head. Then I went down and grabbed one testicle in my mouth and sucked it, then the other and slowly moved my tongue to dicks head and thrust it into piss slit, which made Gord grunt. I then swallowed his dick to the root.

"Fuck game is no longer interesting." I laugh around his dick. I licked every juicy inch of it. Gord put his hands on my head and started running his fingers through my silky brown hair. I look up and put my hands on his six pack, caressing it and exploring. Our eyes met and Gord smiled, revealing his yellowish teeth.

"You really know how to suck a dick Jim!" He grunted, gripping my hair vigorously. He lifted me to my feet and pulled me to him. His dick was between my legs and was colliding with my testicles. He stared at me. I licked my lips, he noticed and lowered his rough lips to mine and kissed me. I moaned opening my mouth, he accepted an invitation and stuck his tongue out and caressed me tenderly. He ran his fingers across my waist, back, and butt. Investigating every inch of me, as I dug my nails into his broad muscular shoulders. He grabbed my ass and spread my ass cheeks and penetrated my anus with his finger so I moaned in his mouth with pleasure. We separated to catch our breath. He looked at me with lustful eyes as he prepared me with his finger for his tool. He put second finger in me and found my prostate. I threw back my head and screamed with pleasure, and he put his lips to my neck and licked my Adam's apple. He lowered his lips to my collarbone and traced across my chest. First he bit me on one nipple as he pinched the other with his fingers and then.

Then he switched nipples and then went down to my navel, all the while stretching me with his fingers. For a few more minutes he fucked my anus with his fingers and kissed my thigh and got up. He sat down on the couch and pulled a condom on his fat dick. The words were not needed. I came up to him and straddled him. He grabbed my buttocks and spread them as I took his dick and brought it to my anus and I descended on him. We stared into each other's eyes when his dick touched my hole. He started pushing it up and I lowered my body down so he was a couple of inches inside me. It hurt like hell. I struggled with tears but continued to descend until he was completely inside me.

"Are you OK?" He asked. I did not respond until the pain was replaced by pleasure and I moaned.

"Fuck me." He grabs my ass and lifts it up a little so he can pump his fat dick back into me. He pumps his tool into me and watches as he disappears into me and emerges again with pleasure in his eyes.

"You're so tight!" He yelled massaging my buttocks as he pumps into me.

"You're big Gord! Fuck me!" Gord quickened his pace and changed the angle, teasing my prostate with each move he makes so I screamed in pleasure.

"Fuck yourself on my dick Jim!" He said and I started bouncing in his lap as his dick filled my anus with his size. Gord took my dick in his hand and started jerking it off as he ran his other hand across my body exploring every inch of my naked slender body. In a few moments, I ended up squeezing his dick with my anus muscles as I came.

"Fuck!" He grunted and grabbed me around the waist and we ended on the floor. My ass was in the air as his hands were below my knees. He held them firmly as he began to thrust his monster even harder into me. I could feel that he was close.

"Cum in my mouth!" I told him gasping. Sweat was falling from both of us, and the smell of sex could be felt in the air, and we could hear skin-to-skin collisions as he pounded his dick into me. He charged a few more times and pulled it out so I felt empty. He removed the condom and tossed it aside. He straddled my neck and shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my mouth. He pumped a couple of times and screamed.

"Here I come!" In a moment I felt a warm liquid filling my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his sperm. When he stopped cumming, he knelt between my legs and spread them into the V shape and put his half-hard dick back into my sensitive anus. We moaned as he pushed his dick into me a couple more times. Then he kissed me passionately.

"You know I love you from like ever baby no?" I asked quietly.

"I didn't know, but I'm glad because I want you for the rest of my life, I don't care what others think. I'm not gay, but I'm obviously something. You are the only man that gets me excited. I think I love you in my own way. you are the only one who didn't rejected me and looked down at me. " He kissed me one more time.

Fifteen years have passed since that fateful day. Gord and I live together and my parents are happy for us. They see how much Gord loves me and how much I love him. The only thing that matters to them is how Gord changed me for better, and of course I changed him a little.

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