Small Town Paradise

Chapter 9:  Jeff

My name is Alex. I’m 37 years old and single. Here is Chapter 9 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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My experience with the mountain man was surreal and I couldn’t be sure if it had actually happened or if it had been only an intense dream.  Whether or not it was real, the experience was certainly intense.  I had been through some kind of a rite of passage and my sex drive was now fully recovered.  Oh, yes.

The summer was passing and I had decided to stay in the apparent paradise I had found—such a pleasant town with so many hot men!  I made arrangements to lease the house from Bob and changed my drivers license address, etc. Dylan left for university but Nando was available for hot blowjobs two mornings a week, George and I still explored the naked night, Mike and I connected whenever his wife was away, Colonel Jack kept me in shape, and Sam and I enjoyed our “fishing” expeditions.  So I was plenty busy beyond my everyday routine.

In my twice weekly trips to the supermarket I frequently noticed a young man working there as a cart-boy/bagger—a great looking kid, five foot eight or so with a full, fleshy body and broad shoulders that filled his uniform T-shirt nicely, a full bottom, and what appeared to be a full package up front.  A supremely healthy, fresh young man—a farmer type—with a sweet, innocent face.  In the mid-west he might be described as ‘corn-fed.’  I could imagine him on the seat of a tractor plowing a field or throwing bales of hay into the back of a pick-up truck.  Jeff, according to his name tag.

Needless to say I always chose the checkout line where Jeff was working and always said hello.  He came to recognize me in time and returned the greeting.  I tried to be discreet with my glances at him and at his crotch but once he caught me in the act.  He smiled a little, but then looked down to his work packing my groceries.  I was mortified that he caught me but then, he did smile, so maybe it was OK.  Maybe there was something there…

One day late in the afternoon I reached for my wallet in my back pocket and discovered it wasn’t there.  In a semi-panic I looked everywhere in the house and in the car and tried to retrace my afternoon steps, remembering that I had used it at the market earlier in the afternoon.  I was about to call the store when the doorbell rang so I went to open it and came face to face with Jeff.

“Um, hi,” he said, “I think this is your wallet.  You left it at my checkout station but I didn’t notice until you‘d left.”

“Jeff, thank you, thank you!  I was just on the phone to the store.  Hey, hello, I’m Alex, oh, but I guess you know that already.  Thanks for tracking me down, I really appreciate it.  Come in, come in.  I’d like to give you something for your trouble.”

“Um, no, that’s OK.  It wasn’t any trouble.”

“Are you sure?  I really want to thank you somehow.”

He gave no answer, just standing there quietly, looking away from me. Something seemed to be troubling him.  I couldn’t figure out what he wanted or what was going through his mind until he mumbled in a low voice, “No, it’s OK.  Nice to meet you.”  And with that he turned quickly and walked down to his old Ford Focus parked at the curb.

Hmm, I thought.  Very odd.  He really seemed preoccupied with something he wanted to say.  I closed the door and went back into the kitchen and didn’t think too much about it.  I was just glad to have my wallet.  But after about twenty minutes the doorbell rang again so I went to open it and found Jeff there again, head down and breathing heavily.

“Um.  I have to tell you.  I took your wallet... At the store… When you weren’t looking,” he said.

“Oh.  But why, Jeff?”

“Because I wanted a way to meet you.  I notice you looking at me and… I wanted you to know that I’ve been looking at you, too…  I,  I  think you’re really handsome.”

“Oh, well, I think you’re very handsome, too, and you seem like a really good guy.  But let me ask you something first… how old are you, Jeff?”

“18.  This past June.”

“Ah, and I think maybe you wanted to meet me so I would touch you, is that it?...  Meet you physically?  Let me ask you something else.  How did you come to think that I’m gay?”

“My friend Chase says he can tell.”

So he and Chase have been talking about me.  OK, good enough.  I didn’t answer.  Instead I stepped forward to close the front door, then turned and took him in my arms, kissed him lightly on his lips and said:

“I’ve been wanting to meet you, too.  You’re a beautiful young man, Jeff.”

He responded by clasping me in a power hug and returning my light kiss with a furious kiss on my lips and a push of his tongue into my mouth.  The kid was too hot and too excited, desperate for man-sex and suddenly, so was I for sex with this hot young stud. I reached down to his basketball shorts and discovered there a huge hard-on standing straight up inside the slinky nylon cloth, a fine piece of late-teen cock.

I pulled down his shorts to his ankles and revealed a gorgeous piece of meat, un-restricted by underwear, pointing to the ceiling in a clear invitation for someone to take care of it.  As we continued our deep kissing I started to stroke his cock and felt copious pre-cum there doing a good job of making it slick.  I realized that he wasn’t going to hold out for long so I dropped to my knees grabbed his ass and took him all the way down as best I could, giving his shaft full strokes with my mouth.  Jeff started to breathe in short heavy gasps and after only a few of my passes he started to erupt in a fast, full gush of teen-man cum that came in one long surge.  Oh, these young men with their bursting balls.

“Wow,” he said, when he stopped cumming and caught his breath.

“Yes, wow,” I returned, “I think you liked that.  So did I. Um, we can do more… if you like, but first why don’t you come in and let’s talk for a bit.” 

So we went into the kitchen and each had a soda.  I asked him about his life and his plans now that he’d finished high school, etc.  Eventually I came around to inquiring how he came to notice he was attracted to men, what he’d done about that in this small town, etc.  He said that the only experience he’d had was jerking off with his friend Chase.

I decided then and there that he needed a proper introduction to man-to-man sex.

So I said, “Jeff, come with me, I want to show you something.”  He followed me into my bedroom. I stood before him and slowly took off my shirt and then dropped my shorts and kicked them off, as well as my sandals, and standing there naked I said, “Here’s a male body for you.  I want you to touch me wherever you want.’

Slowly then, and with an expression on his face of total wonder Jeff started to touch me all over, first very tentatively and then more confidently passing his hands with long strokes from my shoulders, down my arms, across my chest, down around my waist to my lower back, then around to my ass where he lingered between the cheeks, and finally all the way down to my outer and inner thighs.

“Go ahead now,” I said, “take my cock in your hands.  Make it hard.  Play with my balls.  Reach in underneath and roll them around with one hand while you’re stroking me with the other.  Ohhh, that feels so nice, Jeff.  That feels so nice.  Let me do the same to you now.”

He pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts with two quick yanks to reveal the fine, full body I expected him to have, pale where he wore his shirt and shorts and tan elsewhere.  And oh my, what a pleasure to stroke an 18-year-old body, from the short crew-cut hairs at the back of his head, down his broad, round shoulders, across the wonderful pec muscles of his chest, down the torso and around to the tight, firm hairless buns, and finally to the monster erection standing straight up again with a pair of glorious balls in a bush of hair.

Jeff was almost whimpering with excitement and gasping as I lingered everywhere on his body.  At last he couldn’t take it anymore.  He threw his arms around me, grabbed my arms and pulled them around to his ass, and pushed his tongue into my mouth for a raging hot kiss.  I was hard by now, too, and our cocks were mashed together side by side between our bodies, slick with Jeff’s copious pre-cum and the sweat we were generating.  Jeff was everywhere on me with his hands and arms as he held me in the endless kiss, both of us breathing furiously through our noses as our tongues twisted around each other.

I felt the hot cum bursting out of his cock as it hit my body, five strong jets of hot semen, to be followed in a few seconds by my own, our two cocks slipping against each other as they released their load.  Jeff’s breathing slowed gradually and at last he broke our kiss and the tight hold he had around me.  I reached down to my belly, scooped up a finger-full of cum and brought it to his lips and said, “Here, taste yourself.”

He licked my finger, and then did something that totally surprised me.  He leaned over, licked up all the cum on my abdomen and chest, dropped to his knees, and then with the mouthful of white semen he plunged down on my still-hard cock and proceeded to give me an expert blowjob, taking my full length, gathering speed, spitting as he sucked so that my cock was super slick as it disappeared over and over down his throat.  He was obsessed.  I was shocked but stimulated and in no time he had me shooting off another load.  

He took it all, pumping away on my cock and swallowing my cum, until he collapsed in complete exhaustion on the floor.  I pulled him up, walked him over to the bed, laid  down with him, and cuddled up to his back in a full embrace for a nice nap. 

I enjoy meeting the local young people.