Small Town Paradise

Chapter 6: Sam

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is Chapter 6 of my story about how I recovered from a long period of self-imposed celibacy and rediscovered my long-suppressed sexual drive.

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A big storm blew a branch off a tree near the house one night. There was no damage to the roof, but it knocked off a gutter, so I looked up a gutter repair service in the directory, and that’s how I met Sam. Sam the Gutter Man came over to the house, all 250 pounds of him—big shoulders, big arms, big chest, and a big solid butt—a hefty bear with a crew cut and a week-old beard, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and long nylon basketball shorts, and to judge by what was bulging at his crotch, a big pile of man-gear. We shook hands in a solid grip. I was smitten.

The eaves are high so I volunteered to hold his ladder while he was up at the roof edge fixing the gutter. I nearly lost my cool at the sight of the big globes of his ass just above my face as he climbed up and down the ladder, but I wasn’t sure if I could make a pass at him. He was a cheerful, pleasant guy and I didn’t want to embarrass him. Anyway, we got to chatting about how I came to be in town, how long he’d lived there, etc. I asked him the usual questions about whether he was married, did he have kids, and he returned the same to me.

No to all on both our accounts. Then I asked him what he does for fun and he said that he likes to go fishing. Now, my gaydar has been rusty but I was getting a strong vibe from this guy, so I asked him if he’d take me along some time to go fishing. “Really?” he said, smiling, “You’d come fishing with me? Uh, uh, I mean, great! I know a swell place,” he said. “Nobody else ever goes there. It’s real private.”

“Aha, I thought, the dick thickens.”

So we set a time for the Saturday coming up. Whether or not anything sexy came out of the date, I didn’t really care. I liked him and his manner…OK, and his manly bear-body.

Sam arrived on Saturday in his beat-up ’64 Dodge pick-up and I climbed in. I noticed he was wearing the same sleeveless T-shirt and long nylon basketball shorts as earlier in the week. What was different now was the swing of his gear underneath the shorts that made it clear whatever he had in there was free-balling and it looked as thick as the rest of him. During the drive I couldn’t help but notice that he put his hand to his crotch a few times to adjust his gear. I did the same, hoping he would notice. We turned down a rough dirt road and after a long drive and a bit of a hike through some woods we arrived at a beautiful, slow-moving stream bordered by a grassy meadow that dropped down a four-foot bank to a muddy flat area. With the fishing tackle Sam had also brought some low beach chairs and a case of beer in a cooler. It was obvious that fishing was not going to be the primary activity of the day, and sure enough Sam offered me the first of many beers I was to drink that morning. So we settled into our chairs, opened our beers, and cast our rods into water. I took off my shirt and got comfortable, and Sam, following my action, took off his as well, revealing his shoulders and his massive pecs and thick belly, both covered in soft, dark hair.

We drank beer, we pretended to fish, we drank beer, we talked, and after an hour and a half I was more than a little looped, and more than a little horny. My head was spinning but I knew I wanted to see this big bear stripped down and to find out if the equipment inside his shorts was really as thick as I imagined.

“Hey Sam,” I said, “whattya say we get out of these shorts. It’s so hot and no one’s around to see us, right?”

“Oh hey, all right! I’m into it, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be cool. I really love getting naked, especially outdoors and especially sitting here by the stream,” and with that he stood up, dropped his basketball shorts and stepped out of them, and there he was, this mammoth guy, 250 pounds of big, hairy flesh, and with a cock at his crotch as thick as the can of beer in my hand and with a big round head. A man’s man. I tried not to be too obvious in how I was checking him out. I still wasn’t sure where we stood with each other, but I dropped my shorts and sat down next to him with my legs stretched out in the mud. I noticed that he checked me out as well.

We were quiet for a moment but I could see that he was working up to speaking.

“Hey Alex, can I ask you something?

“Yeah sure, Sam.”

“It’s kinda personal.”

‘That’s OK, Sam, I trust you.”

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“Are you gay?”

“Yes, I am,” I said.

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“I think you’re really hot. Are you OK with that?”

Hot damn, I was right! The guy was into sex with men but was probably still shy about it. I don’t know what kind of experience he’d had but I knew that there was a good time to be had with him. His big, hairy body was a sleeping furnace just waiting for someone to open it up and find the fire.

“I’m more that OK with that, Sam. I call myself ‘gay’ but you don’t have to. Men are men. I like all kinds of men, and you’re about as sexy as any man I’ve ever met. I think you’re really hot, too.”

Sam turned his face away from me but I could see that he was smiling, pleased with my reaction. “Wow,” he said and looked down and smiled to himself. “Thanks,” he said, in a soft voice, “No one’s ever told me that before. Thanks.”

He turned back to me and said, “I gotta tell you something, Alex. When I met you I went instant hard. I almost couldn’t fix your gutter. You make me think about dirty stuff. The thing is, um, I’m kinda into getting dirty and getting off on getting dirty, you know what I mean... Not everyone is into that.” We’d been drinking now for a couple of hours. We were both hot, sweaty, totally naked, and more than a little stoned.

Well, the beer and the hot sun was making me a little unsteady. I was sitting naked, my legs in mud, and now Sam’s confession was pushing me into fantasies I’d never had—making me think about getting down, dirty, and, yes, totally raunchy with this bulky hunk of hairy muscle. Visions of running my tongue up his hard belly, pushing my nose into his sweaty pits, rubbing my face in his ass, and sucking on his fat dick were spinning in my head.

“So what kind of dirty stuff are you into. Sam”

He hesitated a bit but finally said, “Well, I know it may sound weird, and kinda kinky, but I have this thing for getting showered with piss all over me. I don’t know about you but I like getting really raunchy. When I’m lying out like this I like to get down and really covered in mud and then piss all over myself. It gets me comfortable, you know what I mean? And, um, like it, um, like, it turns me on. But I’ve never had anyone else do it to me. So, like, would you piss on me? I hope you don’t…, Oh, shit, I mean if you don’t want to, I under-…”

I cut him off, picked up a double handful of mud, smeared it all over my body, and said “Sure, Sam, I’ll piss on you, but only if you’ll piss all over me, too, OK? I want you to piss all over my chest and my dick and on my back so your piss runs down into my ass crack where you can lick it out. And if you have any left over, piss on my head so I can taste it running down into my mouth. I want you to lick the piss off my dick the way I’m gonna lick my piss off your big, monster dick. It’s gonna turn you on and make you so hot you’re gonna need a second piss shower later. And we gotta do this soon because I’m about to burst.”

Sam seemed stunned for a moment, but then his face lit up with a big smirk of a smile. He stood up slowly with his hand on his cock and, without saying a word, let loose a gush of urine all over my chest. Then he moved in close so his crotch was almost in my face and pissed what seemed like a quart of piss on my head. I loved it. I was in a new kind of sex heaven. “Oh yeah! Do it, Sam,” I yelled, “do it! Yeah! Let it gush!”

When he was empty it was my turn. I pulled him down onto his back on the mud, threw a double handful of wet mud on him, stood up and let the gates open wide with more piss than I’d ever thought my bladder would hold. Sam was in ecstasy and kept saying “Oh. Yeah. Oh, god. Do it Alex! Oh, god. Make me wet, make me stink!” I pissed on his head so it ran down his face and neck and into his armpits, all the way to his big, thick dick waiting in his crotch. “Oh, yeah!,” he yelled. Finally, I couldn’t hold myself back, so I threw myself on top of him, pulled up his arms and put my face into his armpits. Sam screamed as I nuzzled into his piss-soaked pits. I licked up to his neck, and finally thrust my tongue into his gaping mouth with a hard kiss.

Sam kissed back, sucking on my tongue and my mouth like a beast and our two cocks, pressed together between our wet, mud-covered bodies, got hard in an instant. Locked in the kiss and arms wrapped around each other we started humping and rolling over and over, drenched with piss and sweat and then totally covered in fresh mud.

We locked into our kiss more intensely, snorting through our noses and grunting deeply. Our stiff cocks, lubed slick with the mud, were sliding against each other. Mud-fucking. I was as hard as I’d ever been and my balls were ready to pump. I couldn’t hold back any more and had to shoot off, so I raised myself up on one arm, stroked my slick mud-coated cock with my other hand and fired six long, ropey gobs of cum onto his chest. At the same time Sam, gasping for air and stroking himself, started yelling out “Oh! Oh! Yeah! Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck!!” and shot a thick shot of cum from his massive dick that hit me directly above my eyes, dripped down toward my chin, and into my mouth and my waiting tongue.

I collapsed onto him and we rolled over on our sides, exhausted, our arms wrapped around each other. I took his cum into my mouth and then kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth to share what he’d shot on me. Sam clenched me in a powerful hug and kissed me back. Hard. We lay there, face to face, covered in sweat and piss and mud and cum, until we’d caught our breath and were totally relaxed. Then he reached down and smeared a big handful of wet mud down my back and into my ass, and I grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on his head.

I discover that I like fishing.