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"poove"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 prissy guy."Not the acuate tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smiling for every consistence and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to ready you happy, including as it turned out, giving you a gasconade job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop-off to his knee, fish out your cock and start sucking. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that was n't too populace. I do n't know when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral examination sex, he made sexual love to a hammer, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his face and inside the buttock of his mouth. Guys very seldom live on very long mainly

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

It was rumored that he was"well hung"and some of the favors he performed for the vicinity included some especial favor for the older widowed and divorce dame. But since Joey could also be trusted to go on a undercover, no one really knew for sure if the rumor were avowedly. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an only small fry who lost his dad in a work related to accident when he was in degree school. With the union insurance money and the stroke colony, Joey 's Mom never had to interest about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's fiddling comrade and everyone looked out for him and in return 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 stoep watching a stick clod biz in battlefront of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in cosmopolitan, 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 head with his manus 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 couplet of the guys liked to fuck him ( this was news to me ) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would experience 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 infer 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 criterion men in the vicinity had, especially in those twenty-four hours. 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,"most hombre 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 younger days when I was at a boy encampment one summer and where guys did everything to each early 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 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 care and my pecker twitched inside my knickers. I did start to recall about it and remembered how very much I enjoyed being both the"tail end"and the"top"when I was untried at that camp but then all the guys were a lot pocket-sized, in the sex equipment size, and I wonder how it would feel with a fully evolve cock, especially if Joey was as hung as multitude said he was.

I looked at Joey and explained the neighborhood would n't understand me doing"a party favour like that"for him. He beamed and said,"But you did n't say"No. I swear no one would ever find out 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 keno every Monday night, he always had their topographic point alone from just before 7 pm to just after 10 pm.He was flop, no one would ever see me go to his situation and I knew Joey would never say a word of what we did. I smiled and said he had a good plan and we should try the programme that coming Mon. You would consider I just told Joey he won the lottery he was so glad he jumped for joy and kept a smile on his look the relaxation of the day.

When Monday came, Joey made sure I would call 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 enough he showered and was clean inside and out like I was going to be. He said he understood. At 7 I was at his room access and he greeted me wrapped in a wet towel and we headed for his bedroom. His way was clean and his bed had bracing mainsheet 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 flow indeed he was, the hearsay were true, he had to be 8 ”, untrimmed and that was only semi-hard. He lay face down on the bed and reached for a thermionic vacuum tube of lube, I told him to hold off, I would use it when I was quick. I took off my clothes and climbed on the bed and decided I was going to spend a penny this"nice guy"feel really nice. I was for sure"the others"had Joey suck them voiceless and they just entered, pounded his ass, got themselves off and left him used and unsatisfied.

I lay between his wooden leg and go around his pale, total, ass cheeks that revealed an almost pink hairless hole. As I got closer I smelled the soap and it was evident he really was make clean so I started to break him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summer camp days. I licked his hole and enjoyed the pleasing moan of joy Joey was purring and ran my natural language up and down his crack as I slowly reached under him and pulled his cock from under him so I could suck it when I was n't tonguing his hole. I eventually stiffened my tongue and started to enter his tight little cakehole and felt him relax as I continued to dig into him with my rigid lingua. Soon I was fully tongue fucking his hole and he was raising his mid surgical incision off the bed to get Thomas More of my tongue into him. I felt his cock was rock hard and starting to ooze out pre-cum so I reached for the lubricating substance. I coated my 7-1/2"untrimmed stopcock liberally with it then packed some more into and around his maw. I shifted stance and aimed my prick head word at his gaping hole and started to slowly eased in.

Joey was moaning and wiggling and saying things like how just it felt and how dissimilar 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 retention came back of what it felt like that summer and how practically I enjoyed it but now it was even considerably. I started to fuck him deep long stroke and he in reappearance fucked me back by raising his ass to come across my stab. It had been a long time since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and compressed that hole was. It was a better sensual experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at refugee camp and a lot younger and a lot smaller. I enjoyed the full meanness along the my total rigid shaft. Before I knew it I was reaching the point of no return and quickened my pace and shot my burden deep into Joey 's ass. It was the most satisfying climax I ever had in a retentive prison term and collapsed on his rear trying to catch up with my breath.

When my breath came back to formula, I eased out of Joey 's hole and rolled over onto my back. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In answer, I rolled over onto my tum and spread my legs. Joey immediately got between them and started to work out my hole as I had done for him. I guess he recognize if he enjoyed it so a good deal, I would too. He learned fast and I was able-bodied to slack and let his tongue enter fully a lot sooner than he had let me do it to him. It felt expectant. I raised my ass up to meet his side jabbing and get as a lot of his rigid natural language into me as I could. It felt fantastic I was afraid I was going to fool another load so I told Joey,"To get into me and jump fucking me."He got on his genu and reached for the lube and coated my anal epithelial duct and his now rock intemperate cock that looked like it was at least 9 ”. I felt the tip at my pucker and tensed not knowing what I was going to finger but I had n't realized all the knife nookie and my exciting prevision had my hole gaping undefended enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the slight of discomfort with a lot of mellowness and satisfaction. Joey paused instinctively to enjoy the hot new sensation and to let me get use to the invasion. Feeling no real pain I pushed back and my ass sucked his prick a little deeper into me. Joey got the tinge and started to slowly feed the residual of his cock deep into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the wide spirit and I 'm sure he was enjoying the unique plastered fit and the heat from the anal channel as I did. I could feel his hammer throbbing thick inside me and wanted to feel what it was like to actually get get it on and flooded with cum so I started to campaign back and pull forward, Joey got the hint and started to make out me full deep fortuity. Joey was able to carry off cumming for at least twenty hour and both of us enjoyed the many types of thrust and gyration both of us were capable to accomplish during that meter. Finally, I told Joey I was going to photograph another load and for him to join me. He quickened his rate and quickly I could feel him flooding my inside with his load which triggered my second incumbrance to dash under me onto the towel on the bed. Joey collapsed onto my back and I felt his labored breathing as his chest heaved as he sucked in huge amount of air. I was able to maunder and ask if"it was what you thought it was going to find like."His solution was"better !"He stayed inside me semi-hard and when his breathing was normal, he started to fuck me again in easy shot, he wanted seconds 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 clip for me to exit just before his mother got back. After that night, Joey and I were"really practiced friends"and had a number of similar reciprocal joy get together on a even basis and no one ever ound out .