Kevins First Gay Experience

Right tools for the job

Kevin was sitting highly annoyed in his truck on his way to the hardware store. Trying to alleviate a frustrating erection that he had.

This morning had started so good after his remanence about Ken and working himself up into a highly aroused state. Precum staining his shorts. He looked forward to the idea of those shorts soon laying on the floor in a heap, in his own private country nudist resort, while he was having a good old-fashioned jerk-off session.

Farming life had caught up with him as it usually does though. Cows broke through a fence, his smokeless water pump suddenly wasn’t smokeless anymore and as luck would have it, he didn’t have the parts to fix it on hand.

So, he was on his way into town, on a Saturday morning, highly agitated, under motivated and under sexed.

The parking at Bill`s Hardware was packed, not necessarily a good thing. Kevin isn’t exactly a recluse, but by choice prefers less people around him. He has never been a complete extrovert and prefers the quietness off the countryside and his home, but sometimes you must face the outside of your comfort zone and get it over with. This outing after all has its merits.

As Kevin enters the Hardware, Bill gives a wave of recognition as he wonders the shop floor. Bill has been wondering these floors for a good fourty years and knows every customer by name. Bill’s isn’t the quintessential small-town hardware you always read about in novels and see in hallmark movies about small towns. This place is huge. Row upon row of hardware, tools, machines, feeds, veterinary medicine, saddles, parts, even those small John Deere tractor toys for the kids. It is basically the one stop shop in town for anything farm related. Easily the biggest building in town. Few stores can compete with Bill`s. That makes it so fulfilling when Bill greets you by hand and name. The old guy has a memory like a steel trap. Same as his grip.

One thing off course that comes with all this stock is all the customers, mostly famers, farmworkers and handy men. Blue collar workers if you will. Skilled labourers, and where labour is involved, there is bulging biceps, bubble butts and well-proportioned packages and Bill`s doesn’t disappoint.

Some of these men are a real sight for sore eyes. Build like Greek statues, just better hung. There is just something to the muscles of a working man versus those of the roid generation. Something you can’t put your hand on, but you see it.

Kevin looks for isle sixty-nine, borehole and water accessories. He smiles at himself, sixty-nine, perfect. How ironic. Even the store is mocking him.

While poking around the pieces and equipment getting what he needs, he accidentally bumps into someone and hurriedly apologies. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking what I was doing are you okay?”.

Infront of him was a A-Grade slab op Beef that probably escaped from a laboratory somewhere. Now Kevin is a good slightly above normal six foot, this guy probably was six foot three easily. Short brown cropped modern hair style, well kept. Two-day old shadow. Magazines call it Hollywood scruff; we call it two-day old.

“No problem, we can exchange insurance and I’ll just take a few pictures for the report and well be on our way.” He chuckled. O, a sense of humour under all that muscle. “No really, are you okay, I walked rather hard into you”, off course he was okay. Firstly, if Kevin was a truck, this guy was a tank. Secondly, a guy this size will walk home on a broken leg before admitting that he got his ass kicked by a lightweight like Kevin, but Kevin needed to keep this conversation going somehow.

“No problem buddy. Was barely a bump. I am used to it to tell you the truth, bull in a China shop type off deal that I have here”. Bloody breeding material that bull Kevin thought and his dick slightly moved at the thought.

“My name is Kevin”. “Jean” Kevin reaching out a hand to greet Jean. “Good to meet you Jean, I haven’t seen you around before, you new to town”, only other question Kevin could think of was “So the weather has been weird huh?” and that would make him sound even more idiotic. As if he knew everyone in town.

Jean put down his basket, Kevin eyeing the movement of his bicep rolling like two pool balls under his slightly tight-fitting shirt. Its clear either he put on some extra muscle or likes to show of what he has to offer. “Relatively new, moved in on the southern slopes into the old Stetson place, trying to save what’s left of the pecan grove, but mainly opening a bed and breakfast. Been here just over a month”.

“Stetson you say, that place with a little work will make a great guest house, can’t believe you got old uncle Kurt to sell it?”

“I didn’t, he’s my uncle on my father’s side, he moved in with my folks and gave me the farm to keep going. A bed and breakfast is just financially more sustainable for what my uncle has on the farm. He neglected it for far too long. Plus it will be my first farm but not my first guest house, you know what they say, do what you do best.”

Now let’s face it, Kevin has nothing like gaydar, maybe Marvel created the idea because in real life Kevin needed a neon sign, but there is something that is just slightly leading Kevin making him think Jean might be gay. It’s more what’s not there, then what is there.

Maybe the tight-fitting clothes plus the bed and breakfast thing. He doesn’t se a ring on his finger. Jean looks to be of similar age than him, thirty to thirty-five so chances are if he wanted to be married, he would have been. It something about the way he handles himself. Its unclear. Kevin mentally started taking notes, points for gay versus straight. Two points gay for the bed and breakfast, one point straight for being in the hardware store in the first place.

“How about I take you for a drink when you’re done, and we exchange those insurance details.” Kevin suggested as he smiles at Jean. “I would actually like to hear more of what you have planned for the farm”. Kevin agreed, “Let me finish up here and I’ll be with you in a bit. See you next door at Smiley’s”, Jean picks up his basket and moves further down the aisles.

Kevin was practically drooling at the ass that was walking away from him. It looked like watermelons in a pair of khaki`s. He sighed, turned around and headed for the pay point. He’s got to plan this right if he wants to get into those khaki`s.

Kevin sat waiting for Jean, he ordered himself a scotch while waiting, re-adjusting himself a bit as the anticipation has shifted his dick out of what he felt comfortable with. Suddenly he felt a large hand on his shoulder. Jean had crept up on him without him noticing, he hopes he didn’t notice him messing around with his dick. He felt sort of awkward but kept his pose.

“What are you having?” Jean asked,

“Double Ballantine’s on the rocks” Kevin replied, “Bit strong for my taste”. He raised his hand indicating to the waitress he requires her attention. She smiled with a huge Hollywood smile and I could see we are hunting for the same prey.

“Afternoon sir, what will you be having?” she said in what had to be her sexiest voice.

“A glass of your special house red please mam.” Her jaw dropped as she walked away and Kevin  added two more points to the score card for gay. He almost laughed out loud. Jean was literally the only man in the joint ordering wine at 3pm. Her gaydar worked far better than Kevin’s did.

“So, you said you are turning the old Stetson place into a Bed & Breakfast. Its well located for that and probably the best suited part of the area with the river running through the farm.”

They talked hours about the ins and outs of the place, the idea of trout breeding, hunting lodges and archery hunting and Kevin had just about given up on his list, this guy was just too manly to be gay when Jean said, “Word around here is you are just a few farms over from me. We actually share a western border for a few kilometres.”

“Well, for someone new too town you sure know your way around” he replied while taking a sip of his drink. Remember my uncle has been living here all his life, I know my way around town and town gossip. It struck me immediately; I wasn’t hunting him…He was hunting me.

He leaned over and whispered into Jean’s ear, do you want to come and see what I’ve done with the place so far, its on your way home?”.

Kevin swallowed hardly. Jean`s deep baritone voice vibrating in his ear, sexy as hell. Kevin was captivated by those sounds and his eyes, he never noticed Jean`s eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes. Almost violet.

Kevin couldn’t utter a cool confident yes, so he smiled, winked, and signalled over the waitress for the bill, while he composed himself and hoped Jean got the message. He did. Kevin followed him home hard as a rock, leaking precum at a rapidly increasing rate. His body already greasing the wheels so to speak for what is to come.

When they got to the Stetson place, Jean got out of the 4x4 he drove and said, “Welcome to Valhalla”. The place really had changed a lot. The main house that was in a dilapidated state once was now newly renovated, freshly painted and gardens manicured with roses, lavender and lollipop bushes. A little to European to his taste but a transformation non the less. Three new, that Kevin presumes would be called villas, now stood where the old tractor graveyard used to be.

“Very nice” Keven exclaimed.

“Let’s go in”. Jean lead them through the courtyard into the main house, dropped his bags and said, “This was added as well”, he took Kevin by the collar of his shirt, looked him in the eye and reversed a few steps towards the side where a set of huge glass sliding doors looked over a steaming heated pool.

Jean started unbuttoning his shirt one at a time, taking his time, Kevin knew this was foreplay, and it was working, his cock had once again gone stiff as a board, leaking like a faucet. One more button, then the next. A shiny silver pendant on a leather string in a fury chest had appeared. Some sort of what Kevin suspected to be a Viking symbol off sort was hanging on Jean’s chest.

As the shirt fell to the floor Kevin saw the bulging shoulders, his arms was easily as thick as Kevin’s  legs, all muscle. He started undoing his belt, slow like he did his shirt, then turned around, bent over and pulled his shorts to his ankles. Kevin didn’t even notice his shoes had stayed at the door. There next to the pool he was standing in the last piece of clothing on his perfect body. A white pair of g-string underwear, those with the rope fly openings. Fuck he was sexy. That ass fit like a glove in those.

He just turned to his side and swan jumped in. As he came op out of the water it felt like the slow-motion scenes from a photoshoot, sweeping hair, water beads on bulging muscles, smouldering eyes looking at you with lust. “Are you getting in or must I come and get you?”

“I, I…I don’t have any underwear on.”, Kevin replied, stuttering like the village idiot. Kevin then saw a commotion under the water and suddenly Jean threw him with that g-string, “Now were even” he giggled.

He got out of his rugby shorts and got in too the water with a rush, feeling sort of like the centre of attention still standing full mast while Jean was watching him undress.

Jean swam over and immediately kissed him, passionately, his full lips nipping at Kevins skin, moving on kissing his neck and nibbling on his earlobes. Licking the dent under his adam’s apple kissing up till he reached his lips. This time his tongue was playing catch with Kevin’s as he had calmed down enough to start enjoying this make out session in his new surroundings.

While Jean was repeating this action of kissing and nibbling in some or other order Kevin felt Jean’s hands start roaming his body, kneading his ass and moving up his back to his neck culminating in his hands on his neck and his tongue in a deep kiss. Then hands moving down through his hairy chest down to his hard cock, slowly pressing it down and letting it jump back while his hands move on to his balls, playing with his balls while kissing the side of his neck. Kevin was grinding against Jean in lust. He really knew how to get his blood pumping. Being already horney from this morning he now found himself in need of release.  

He had to move things along. He felt for Jean’s cock under the water, he hadn’t seen what he was working with yet, only the outline through the stringy g-string but by the looks of it, there was ample.

As he found Jean’s cock he wondered what he was in for, it felt like a pool pipe. Thick, almost rippled from the hard veins running all over it, in his mind he imagined one of those thick veiny cocks cut, thick in the middle, slightly thinner to the sides, less prominent head but hard as a rock yet soft as satin to the touch. He was working himself into a frenzy imagining what he was feeling. It was time for the reveal. He pushed Jean towards the steps, him now playing the aggressor.

As the water level flattened out and he could see under water, he could see he wasn’t to far off, only place he slipped up is it was even thicker than he imagined and thick all around. It wasn’t a small head, in fact it was huge, it’s just that the shaft was that much thicker that made it looked smaller.

Kevin started sucking on Jean’s member, its going to take a while to adjust and he’s not even sure if he’s going to top or bottom, but with Jeans demeanour he thinks he’s in for the ride of his life. Licking up and down the shaft, playfully darting his tongue around the head, as his manhood surfaced and he sat comfortably on the champagne seat, jacking with one hand and playing with his potato sized nuts with the other. He moaned in ecstasy, throwing his head back arching his flat iron board stomach making his cock look even bigger. He griped my head and kissed me again while I was jerking him, playing with his toys so to speak.

One hand slowly slipped into his hole aiming for his prostate, getting in a few strokes before with that deep voice the first thing I heard him say in a good thirty minutes was, “I’m gonna cum” as he let loose a volley of ropes, probably seven good intense shots and a few of those mini moans, but Kevin didn’t stop stroking until Jean got visibly uncomfortably over stimulated. “Man that was intense he said as he got back to his senses. Sorry I usually last a bit longer, but you surprised me with that finger trick of yours.”

“My turn” Kevin smugly smiled at him, and he grinned back, “Guess it is my duty as host to keep my guests happy aint it?” Kevin replied while settling on a towel and getting himself comfortable on the side of the pool. He definitely was verse, from a small bag by the towels he retrieved a tube of lube and poppers. Devil’s Eyedrops, Kevin can only imagine. Definitely a special brand.

Jean put the goods next to the pool and got into position. Shockingly he was perfectly groomed down there, nowhere else looked like he was the grooming type but his ass was baby-butt smooth. It made Kevin`s mouth watered. He looks, Kevin thought, bleached to, his ass is just to perfect to be natural, if butt plastic surgery existed he probably had that to. No one has such a perfectly white puckered, hairless hole and claims genetics.

Kevin went in full army, eating ass like he was a death row sentenced to his last meal. Licking in all the crevices and slowly working his way in to Jeans’ perfectly puckered hole.

Kevin wasn’t quite as thick as Jean but still challengingly thick, so he had to really work that hole to relax Jean to make it an enjoyable experience and not a painful one, but Jean seemed to be enjoying the pre-treatment , he was moaning and his cock was quickly inflating again even though he claims he needs a few before he can join in the fun and games again, for now he is just a front seat observer he claimed. Kevin didn’t believe a word of it.

Kevin took the lube from the side of the pool and poured a copious amount on Jean`s ass, slowly working it in one finger at a time while Jean was squirming at the workings of Kevins`s digit. When Kevin felt Jean was relaxed enough he started with his second finger and Jean suddenly arched his back and shot 2 loads of cum that hit his pendant like a target.

“Fuck sorry, sorry, but it feels so good”, they just laughed. As they laughed you could feel any tension slip away and the last fight in Jeans ass went with it. He was now ripe for a good fuck.

Kevin didn’t let the chance go by either and immediately shoved his dick that has been hard for the better part of a hour and getting painful from the lack of relief deep into Jean`s gaping hole. He audibly gasped, grabbed Kevin by the shoulder, closed his eyes and said “Give me a minute”, but with a huge grin. This was pleasure not pain.

Kevin slowly started moving his dick forward and backward, making a point of trying to hit Jean`s prostate, making Jean purr like a kitten. Jean raised his arms above his head, closed his eyes and lay there on his back by the side of the pool with a satisfied grin, enjoying the moment. Sucking in air every time Kevin hits that special spot.

Within a few minutes Kevin had it down to every shot hitting Jean`s prostate effortlessly and Jean`s cock was oozing while getting ready to explode again. It sorts of fascinated Kevin, Kevin is a relatively dependable two-shooter but Jean seems to be multi orgasmic. Jean suddenly arched again and shot three more loads, Kevin grinning. This was fun. Every time Jean has shot his load, he was out of it for a few seconds. It made Kevin feel like a sex god. Now that he had Jean right where he wanted him, he was putty in his hand, and it was turning Kevin on in the weirdest of ways.

Twice more Kevin had Jean in ecstasy with a four-shot and a five-shot orgasm that now basically just dribbled out of his cock that just lay there, no sign of life left in it. Both out of breath Jean gasped “I can’t anymore, I am gonna pass out.”, this was his chance now or he was going to miss out on this hot man riding the edge of glory on his cock, Kevin unscrewed the cap off the poppers and handed it to Jean, “One more time buddy, take it like a man.” He nodded, and Kevin rode him as hard as his heartbeat would allow him.

He took two deep sniffs of those poppers, and Kevin saw his eyes glaze over, gave a long sigh of pure pleasure and orgasmed, one big twenty second orgasm, his whole body stiffened, his hole clenched around Kevins cock like a vice, that was the final straw for Kevin to as he started pumping his seed in Jeans pristine hole, he lost count at twelve ropes, he was in a daze, maybe some of those popper fumes had escaped the bottle and put him on the same trip as Jean. Only when Jean`s grip on his tool released did reality hit Kevin again.

This was one the most intense orgasms he had in his life. That second orgasm he always bragged about wasn’t going to happen, he was decimated. He crawled back to the champagne seat and semi dragged Jean who was even more wasted next to him and just took a few minutes to catch their breath. He didn’t know exactly how long it took. Probably fifteen to twenty minutes he thought but it was already dark outside.

Kevin turned and looked at Jean. “Any rooms available for tonight”. Jean mischievously grins and says, “I am so glad I bumped into you.”.