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

by Larry Malone

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

called"faggot"or"cigarette"and were n't accepted at all. So, in those twenty-four hour period,"they"did n't subsist ... except for Joey.

Joey was n't gay, he was just ..."a favorable nice guy."Not the abrupt tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight form in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the variety of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to make you well-chosen, 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 to his articulatio genus, angle out your turncock and bug out suck. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that was n't too public. I do n't have sex when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made sexual love to a shaft, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his grimace and inside the cheeks of his mouth. Guys very seldom lasted very long mainly

because if they asked for a blow job they were horny and also because he was that good. He always swallowed every drop-off. To him it was just a favor for you with no guilt or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a entire grown adult he kept a childlike attitude of lifetime. He had the same position in happily running an errand for you for a pack of cigarettes, or a beer.

It was rumored that he was"well hung"and some of the party favour he performed for the neighborhood included some special favors for the quondam widowed and divorce ladies. But since Joey could also be trusted to retain a mystery, no one really knew for indisputable if the rumour were dependable. Everyone in the locality knew and liked Joey. He was an simply small fry who lost his dad in a work related stroke when he was in grade school. With the union insurance money and the stroke settlement, Joey 's Mom never had to worry about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's little chum and everyone looked out for him and in yield he gladly did odd jobs 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 ball secret plan in front of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in general, Joey looked at me and asked if we were"goodness 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 head with his hands 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 distich of the guys liked to have it off him ( this was news 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 adept

friends"but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he did n't translate 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 stock men in the neighbourhood had, especially in those daytime. That it was OK to be the"fucker"in anal intercourse, 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,"to the highest degree guy cable do n't like to do that and never do it."That seemed to make sense to him and he said"What about you ?

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That 's when I flashed back to my immature solar day when I was at a boys clique one summer and where guy cable did everything to each other all summertime 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 guilt and stigma started to get attached to any affair 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 attention and my cock twitched inside my gasp. I did start to think about it and remembered how much I enjoyed being both the"buttocks"and the"top"when I was youthful at that camp but then all the guys were a lot smaller, in the sex equipment sizing, and I wonder how it would feel with a fully developed cock, especially if Joey was as hung as people said he was.

I looked at Joey and explained the neighborhood would n't understand 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 for sure. He said he had been giving it a lot of thought and since his Mom went to church Bingo every Monday night, he always had their piazza alone from just before 7 pm to just after 10 pm.He was right-hand, no one would ever see me go to his place and I knew Joey would never say a Scripture of what we did. I smiled and said he had a good plan and we should try the architectural plan that coming Monday. You would cogitate I just told Joey he won the lottery he was so happy he jumped for joy and kept a grin on his face the rest of the day.

When Monday came, Joey made certainly I would think of what we were going to do that eve 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 pass water sure he showered and was uninfected inside and out like I was going to be. He said he understood. At 7 I was at his door and he greeted me wrapped in a wet towel and we headed for his sleeping room. His room was neat and his bed had sassy tack 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 rumour were confessedly, he had to be 8 ”, rough and that was only semi-hard. He lay face down on the bed and reached for a tube-shaped structure of lube, I told him to hold off, I would use it when I was ready. I took off my clothes and climbed on the bed and decided I was going to relieve oneself this"prissy guy"feel really skillful. I was certain"the others"had Joey suck them hard and they just entered, pounded his ass, got themselves off and left him used and unsatisfied.

I lay between his pegleg and propagate his pale, good, ass cheeks that revealed an almost pink hairless hole. As I got closer I smelled the soap and it was evident he really was strip so I started to establish him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summer summer camp 24-hour interval. I licked his trap and enjoyed the pleasing groan of pleasure Joey was purring and ran my knife up and down his scissure as I slowly reached under him and pulled his cock from under him so I could sop up it when I was n't tonguing his hole. I eventually stiffened my natural language and started to enter his blind drunk little hole and felt him slow down as I continued to probe him with my rigid knife. Soon I was fully spit fucking his muddle and he was raising his mid discussion section off the bed to get Thomas More of my natural language into him. I felt his cock was rock hard and starting to ooze out pre-cum so I reached for the lubricant. I coated my 7-1/2"rough tool liberally with it then packed some more into and around his hole. I shifted stead and aimed my cock head at his gaping hole and started to slowly eased in.

Joey was moaning and wiggling and saying things like how secure it felt and how unlike it was from what the other guy cable did and he never felt anything like what I was doing to him. When I was completely into him all the pleasant memories came back of what it felt like that summer and how much I enjoyed it but now it was even dependable. I started to bang him deep long strokes and he in return fucked me back by raising his ass to meet my poking. It had been a tenacious metre since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and tight that hole was. It was a better carnal experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at camp and a lot new and a lot smaller. I enjoyed the good tautness along the my stallion rigid shaft. Before I knew it I was reaching the point of no homecoming and quickened my gait and snapshot my payload mystifying into Joey 's ass. It was the most square coming I ever had in a long time and collapsed on his book binding trying to catch my breath.

When my breathing time came back to normal, I eased out of Joey 's trap and rolled over onto my back. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In solution, I rolled over onto my tummy and overspread my legs. Joey immediately got between them and started to lick my hole as I had done for him. I guess he bang if he enjoyed it so much, I would too. He learned fast and I was capable to relax and let his knife enter fully a lot rather than he had let me do it to him. It felt great. I raised my ass up to meet his look driving force and get as practically of his rigid tongue into me as I could. It felt tremendous I was afraid I was going to flash another load so I told Joey,"To get into me and startle fucking me."He got on his knee joint and reached for the lube and coated my anal channel and his now rock hard cock that looked like it was at to the lowest degree 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 glossa screw and my exciting anticipation had my hole gaping undetermined enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the fragile of discomfort with a lot of fullness and satisfaction. Joey paused instinctively to enjoy the hot new sensation and to let me get use to the intrusion. Feeling no existent pain I pushed back and my ass sucked his tool a footling deeper into me. Joey got the pinch and started to slowly fertilise the rest of his turncock trench into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the fully feeling and I 'm certainly he was enjoying the singular tight fit and the heat from the anal channel as I did. I could feel his pecker throbbing deep inside me and wanted to finger what it was like to actually get make out and flooded with cum so I started to push back and force forward, Joey got the breath and started to fuck me full mysterious strokes. Joey was able to defy off cumming for at least twenty instant and both of us enjoyed the many types of push and rotations both of us were able-bodied to attain during that time. Finally, I told Joey I was going to shoot another load and for him to join me. He quickened his pace and quickly I could feel him flooding my inside with his consignment which triggered my secondly load to shoot under me onto the towel on the bed. Joey collapsed onto my back and I felt his labored respiration as his bureau heaved as he sucked in huge measure of air. I was able to mumble and ask if"it was what you thought it was going to feel like."His response was"Better !"He stayed inside me semi-hard and when his ventilation was normal, he started to have a go at it me again in slow strokes, he wanted seconds and who was I to traverse him that delight 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 meter for me to leave just before his mother got back. After that nighttime, Joey and I were"really good admirer"and had a number of similar mutual pleasure meeting on a regular cornerstone and no one ever ound out .