Joey Was n't Just a overnice Guy ....

by Larry Malone

In the old neighborhood, age ago, the word"gay"was never used. and disparagingly,"they"were

called"queer"or"butt"and were n't accepted at all. So, in those days,"they"did n't survive ... except for Joey.

Joey was n't gay, he was just ..."a friendly decent guy."Not the incisive tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the form of guy who always had a smile for every physical structure and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to spend a penny you felicitous, including as it turned out, giving you a blow job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop-off to his knees, fish out your cock and start sucking. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that was n't too public. I do n't have it away when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made dearest to a cock, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his face and inside the impudence of his back talk. guy rope very seldom lasted very long mainly

because if they asked for a setback job they were horny and also because he was that thoroughly. He always swallowed every pearl. To him it was just a favor for you with no guiltiness or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a good grown adult he kept a simple attitude of sprightliness. He had the same mental attitude in happily running an errand for you for a pack of butt, or a beer.

It was rumored that he was"well attend"and some of the party favour he performed for the neighborhood included some special favors for the older widowed and divorce ladies. But since Joey could also be trusted to keep a surreptitious, no one really acknowledge for sure if the rumour were dependable. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an solely child who lost his dad in a work related accident when he was in gradation school. With the North insurance money and the accident settlement, Joey 's Mom never had to worry about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's little crony and everyone looked out for him and in return he gladly did odd line for any one who asked him and was honest and trustworthy.

One evening, as the two of us sat on a stoop watching a stick orb biz in front end of us in the street, smoke, and just talking in general, Joey looked at me and asked if we were"good friends."I smiled and said,"Sure, Joey why do you ask ?"He said he wanted to ask me a favor and I said, go ahead. To my surprise he said,"Could I fuck you ?"I shouted"WHAT ! Why would you ask me something like that ?"He cowered, ducked and covered his question with his manpower and said"Do n't hit me."I told him I was n't going to hit him but why would he ask me something like that. His answer surprised me. He said a match of the bozo liked to fuck him ( this was news show to me ) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would feel if he did it to someone else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all"his good

friends"but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he did n't empathise why if they could do it to him why he could n't do it back.

It dawned on me it was going to be tricky attempting to explain to Joey the double standard men in the neighbourhood had, especially in those days. That it was OK to be the"fucker"in anal coitus, that 's considered masculine but it was not OK to be the"fuckee"and let some one do that to you, that 's considered feminine. So I just said,"most guys do n't wish to do that and never do it."That seemed to stimulate sense to him and he said"What about you ?

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That 's when I flashed back to my younger days when I was at a boys camp one summer and where guy rope did everything to each other all summer long without any one thinking anything about it. We just considered it"kids stuff"but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guiltiness and stigma started to get attached to any thing but"male/female sex."

I looked at Joey and lied and said I never thought about it. Innocently he looked at me and said,"Could you think about it as a favor to me ? I 'll let you do it to me first if you want."That got my aid and my prick twitched inside my pants. I did take off to think about it and remembered how much I enjoyed being both the"bottom"and the"top"when I was untried at that camp but then all the guys were a lot humble, in the sex equipment size, and I wonder how it would feel with a fully developed pecker, especially if Joey was as hung as people said he was.

I looked at Joey and explained the neighborhood would n't interpret me doing"a favor like that"for him. He beamed and said,"But you did n't say"No. I swear no one would ever find out."I was n't sure of that and asked him how he could be so certainly. He said he had been giving it a lot of thought and since his Mom went to church keno every Monday night, he always had their piazza alone from just before 7 pm to just after 10 pm.He was right, no one would ever see me go to his place and I knew Joey would never say a Holy Scripture of what we did. I smiled and said he had a good plan and we should try the programme that coming Monday. You would remember I just told Joey he won the lottery he was so happy he jumped for joy and kept a smile on his face the relaxation of the day.

When Monday came, Joey made sure I would remember what we were going to do that evening and said his Mom again reminded him she was going to Bingo and would be home late. I told him I would be there at 7 and for him to make sure he showered and was clean inside and out like I was going to be. He said he understood. At 7 I was at his threshold and he greeted me wrapped in a wet towel and we headed for his bedroom. His room was neat and his bed had fresh canvas on it with strategically placed towels on top. He asked me if I wanted to go first and"do him"which I did. Joey took off his towel revealing how hung indeed he was, the rumors were truthful, he had to be 8 ”, uncut and that was only semi-hard. He lay face down on the bed and reached for a tube of lube, I told him to concur off, I would use it when I was set. I took off my apparel and climbed on the bed and decided I was going to make this"prissy guy"feel really overnice. I was sure"the others"had Joey suck them severe and they just entered, pounded his ass, got themselves off and left him used and unsatisfied.

I lay between his legs and spread his pale, to the full, ass impertinence that revealed an almost pink hairless mess. As I got closer I smelled the Georgia home boy and it was discernible he really was clean so I started to move over him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summertime encampment days. I licked his fix and enjoyed the pleasing groan of joy Joey was purring and ran my natural language up and down his crack as I slowly reached under him and pulled his dick from under him so I could give suck it when I was n't tonguing his trap. I eventually stiffened my tongue and started to enroll his tight little hole and felt him slacken as I continued to probe him with my rigid knife. Soon I was fully clapper fucking his cakehole and he was raising his mid subdivision off the bed to get more of my clapper into him. I felt his turncock was rock hard and starting to ooze out pre-cum so I reached for the lube. I coated my 7-1/2"uncut cock liberally with it then packed some more into and around his hole. I shifted position and aimed my pecker head at his gaping hole and started to slowly alleviated in.

Joey was moaning and wiggling and saying things like how good it felt and how different it was from what the other guys did and he never felt anything like what I was doing to him. When I was completely into him all the pleasant retentivity came back of what it felt like that summer and how lots I enjoyed it but now it was even break. I started to fuck him deep long shot and he in return fucked me back by raising his ass to fit my thrusts. It had been a long time since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and tight that hole was. It was a better sensual experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at camp and a lot younger and a lot minuscule. I enjoyed the full tightness along the my total rigid shaft. Before I knew it I was reaching the point of no return and quickened my tread and shot my load deep into Joey 's ass. It was the most gratify climax I ever had in a long time and collapsed on his backrest trying to see my breath.

When my breath came back to convention, I eased out of Joey 's hole and rolled over onto my book binding. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In answer, I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my branch. Joey immediately got between them and started to work my gob as I had done for him. I guess he knew if he enjoyed it so often, I would too. He learned fast and I was able to slack up and let his tongue enter fully a lot Sooner than he had let me do it to him. It felt great. I raised my ass up to meet his face drive and get as much of his rigid glossa into me as I could. It felt fantastic I was afraid I was going to shoot another warhead so I told Joey,"To get into me and depart fucking me."He got on his knees and reached for the lube and coated my anal canal and his now rock hard dick that looked like it was at least 9 ”. I felt the tip at my pucker and tensed not knowing what I was going to feel but I had n't realized all the tongue fucking and my exciting anticipation had my hole gaping capable enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the slightest of discomfort with a lot of voluminosity and gratification. Joey paused instinctively to enjoy the hot new superstar and to let me get use to the intrusion. Feeling no real bother I pushed back and my ass sucked his cock a little deeper into me. Joey got the intimation and started to slowly feed the rest of his cock deep into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the full opinion and I 'm trusted he was enjoying the unparalleled loaded fit and the heat energy from the anal channel as I did. I could feel his cock throbbing bass inside me and wanted to feel what it was like to actually get bed and flooded with cum so I started to campaign back and rive forward, Joey got the lead and started to know me good deep strokes. Joey was able to hold off cumming for at least xx minutes and both of us enjoyed the many types of thrust and gyration both of us were able to accomplish during that time. Finally, I told Joey I was going to take another load and for him to join me. He quickened his pace and quickly I could finger him flooding my inside with his lading which triggered my second lading to burgeon forth under me onto the towel on the bed. Joey collapsed onto my back and I felt his toil breathing as his dresser heaved as he sucked in huge quantities of air. I was able to mumble and ask if"it was what you thought it was going to palpate like."His solvent was"Better !"He stayed inside me semi-hard and when his ventilation was pattern, he started to fuck me again in slow strokes, he wanted seconds and who was I to abnegate him that pleasure since I was enjoying it as much as he was.

We barely got the cum soaked towels off the bed and everything cleaned up in clip for me to go away just before his mother got back. After that dark, Joey and I were"really effective friends"and had a number of similar mutual pleasure meetings on a regular fundament and no one ever ound out .