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

by Larry Malone

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

called"pansy"or"fags"and were n't accepted at all. So, in those days,"they"did n't be ... except for Joey.

Joey was n't gay, he was just ..."a well-disposed nice guy."Not the sharpest tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in Education Department but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every consistence and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to gain you happy, 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, pearl to his knees, angle out your pecker and start suction. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that was n't too public. I do n't have a go at it when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made love life to a peter, 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. Guys very seldom live on very long mainly

because if they asked for a blow job they were horny and also because he was that right. He always swallowed every dip. To him it was just a favor for you with no guilt feelings or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a full grown adult he kept a round-eyed attitude of life. He had the same attitude in happily running an errand for you for a pack of fag, or a beer.

It was rumored that he was"well hung"and some of the favors he performed for the neighborhood included some exceptional favors for the older widowed and divorcement madam. But since Joey could also be trusted to keep a secret, no one really knew for sure if the rumors were honest. Everyone in the neck of the woods knew and liked Joey. He was an only child who lost his dad in a work related accident when he was in grade schoolhouse. With the union insurance money and the accident settlement, Joey 's Mom never had to worry about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's footling crony and everyone looked out for him and in issue he gladly did odd Job for any one who asked him and was honest and trustworthy.

One even, as the two of us sat on a stoep watching a stick ball game in front of us in the street, smoke, and just talking in worldwide, 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 surprisal he said,"Could I fuck you ?"I shouted"WHAT ! Why would you ask me something like that ?"He cowered, ducked and covered his brain 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 response surprised me. He said a couple of the guys liked to fuck 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 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 slippery attempting to explain to Joey the double standard men in the region had, especially in those days. That it was OK to be the"fucker"in anal carnal knowledge, 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 guy cable do n't like to do that and never do it."That seemed to pull in good 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 summer camp one summer and where guys did everything to each other all summer long without any one mentation anything about it. We just considered it"shaver stuff"but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guilt and stain 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 attending and my cock twitched inside my pants. I did bug out to think about it and remembered how much I enjoyed being both the"tooshie"and the"top"when I was youthful at that refugee camp but then all the guys were a lot smaller, in the sex equipment size of it, and I wonder how it would palpate with a fully developed hammer, especially if Joey was as hung as people said he was.

I looked at Joey and explained the neighborhood would n't sympathize 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 sure. He said he had been giving it a lot of thought and since his Mom went to church beano every Mon night, he always had their office 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 Logos of what we did. I smiled and said he had a expert plan and we should try the programme that coming Monday. You would intend I just told Joey he won the lottery he was so felicitous he jumped for joy and kept a smile on his face the rest of the day.

When Monday came, Joey made trusted I would think back what we were going to do that evening and said his Mom again reminded him she was going to lotto 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 door and he greeted me wrapped in a wet towel and we headed for his bedchamber. His room was neat and his bed had fresh sheets 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 string up indeed he was, the rumors were dead on target, he had to be 8 ”, uncut and that was only semi-hard. He lay face down on the bed and reached for a thermionic valve of lube, I told him to arrest off, I would use it when I was prepare. I took off my clothes and climbed on the bed and decided I was going to make this"nice guy"feel really nice. I was certainly"the others"had Joey suck them backbreaking and they just entered, pounded his ass, got themselves off and left him used and unsatisfied.

I lay between his leg and spread his pale, full, ass cheeks that revealed an almost garden pink hairless maw. As I got closer I smelled the soap and it was evident he really was clear so I started to give him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summer refugee camp days. I licked his hole and enjoyed the pleasing moans of pleasure Joey was purring and ran my lingua up and down his crack as I slowly reached under him and pulled his cock from under him so I could soak up it when I was n't tonguing his hole. I eventually stiffened my tongue and started to enter his tight little hollow and felt him relax as I continued to probe him with my fixed tongue. Soon I was fully tongue fucking his hole and he was raising his mid segment off the bed to get more of my tongue into him. I felt his rooster was rock hard and starting to ooze pre-cum so I reached for the lube. I coated my 7-1/2"uncut turncock liberally with it then packed some more into and around his hole. I shifted post and aimed my cock headspring at his gaping hole and started to slowly alleviate in.

Joey was moaning and wiggling and saying thing like how good it felt and how different it was from what the other guy 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 often I enjoyed it but now it was even estimable. I started to do it him deep long stroke and he in getting even fucked me back by raising his ass to meet my thrusts. It had been a long prison term since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and tight that muddle was. It was a expert animal experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at pack and a lot untested and a lot small. I enjoyed the entire tightfistedness along the my entire rigid slam. Before I knew it I was reaching the point of no restitution and quickened my pace and shot my load deep into Joey 's ass. It was the most satisfying climax I ever had in a hanker time and collapsed on his back trying to trip up my breath.

When my breath came back to pattern, I eased out of Joey 's kettle of fish and rolled over onto my backbone. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In solvent, I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs. Joey immediately got between them and started to work out my gob as I had done for him. I guess he knew if he enjoyed it so much, I would too. He learned fast and I was able to slack and let his tongue enter fully a lot sooner than he had let me do it to him. It felt with child. I raised my ass up to meet his face thrusts and get as much of his strict lingua into me as I could. It felt rattling I was afraid I was going to shoot down another load so I told Joey,"To get into me and start fucking me."He got on his knees and reached for the lubricant and coated my anal canal and his now rock gruelling 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 tongue fuck and my turn on prediction had my hole gaping loose enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the slightest of discomfort with a lot of fullness and satisfaction. Joey paused instinctively to savor the hot new sensation and to let me get use to the invasion. Feeling no tangible painful sensation I pushed back and my ass sucked his cock a little deeper into me. Joey got the jot and started to slowly fee the balance of his tool deep into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the full feeling and I 'm sure he was enjoying the unequalled taut fit and the heat from the anal epithelial duct as I did. I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside me and wanted to feel what it was like to actually get eff and flooded with cum so I started to push back and pull forward, Joey got the breath and started to fuck me full late apoplexy. Joey was able to declare off cumming for at least twenty proceedings and both of us enjoyed the many eccentric of thrusting and gyration both of us were capable to accomplish during that time. Finally, I told Joey I was going to shoot another consignment and for him to connect me. He quickened his pace and quickly I could palpate him flooding my insides with his load which triggered my second cargo to shoot under me onto the towel on the bed. Joey collapsed onto my back and I felt his labor respiration as his chest heaved as he sucked in huge quantities of air. I was capable to mumble and ask if"it was what you thought it was going to feel like."His resolution was"better !"He stayed inside me semi-hard and when his external respiration was normal, he started to love me again in slowly cerebrovascular accident, he wanted second and who was I to deny 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 time for me to leave just before his mother got back. After that Night, Joey and I were"really good friends"and had a number of similar reciprocal pleasure meetings on a regular basis and no one ever ound out .