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

by Larry Edmond Malone

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

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

Joey was n't gay, he was just ..."a friendly skillful guy."Not the incisive prick in the shed and he barely got out of the eight class in training but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to progress to 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, pearl to his genu, fish out your peter 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 bang when or where he learned how but he was splendid at giving viva sex, he made love to a rooster, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his face and inside the nerve of his mouth. guy rope 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. 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 fag, or a beer.

It was rumored that he was"well flow"and some of the favor he performed for the neighborhood included some especial favour for the older widowed and divorce madam. But since Joey could also be trusted to stay fresh a hidden, no one really have sex for for certain if the rumors were true. Everyone in the vicinity knew and liked Joey. He was an just child who lost his dad in a piece of work interrelate accident when he was in grade schooltime. With the wedlock indemnity money and the accident settlement, Joey 's Mom never had to interest about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's footling pal 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 stoop watching a marijuana cigarette ballock game in front of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in world-wide, Joey looked at me and asked if we were"safe 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 pass 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 match 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 person else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all"his skilful

friends"but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he did n't understand 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 foxy attempting to explain to Joey the threefold standard men in the neighborhood had, especially in those mean solar day. That it was OK to be the"fucker"in anal coition, 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 do n't care to do that and never do it."That seemed to make horse sense to him and he said"What about you ?

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That 's when I flashed back to my younger mean solar day when I was at a male child refugee camp one summertime and where guys did everything to each other all summer long without any one mentation anything about it. We just considered it"Thomas Kid stuff"but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guiltiness and stigma started to get attached to any matter 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 favour to me ? I 'll let you do it to me first if you want."That got my attention and my pecker twitched inside my pants. I did startle to suppose about it and remembered how a lot I enjoyed being both the"bottomland"and the"top"when I was untested at that camp but then all the guys were a lot smaller, in the sex equipment size, and I wonder how it would feel with a fully develop 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 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."I was n't sure of that and asked him how he could be so trusted. He said he had been giving it a lot of view and since his Mom went to church Bingo every Monday night, he always had their place 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 word of what we did. I smiled and said he had a skillful architectural plan and we should try the plan that coming Monday. You would think I just told Joey he won the lottery he was so happy he jumped for joy and kept a smile on his case the eternal rest of the day.

When Mon 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 name 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 bedroom. His room was neat and his bed had refreshed 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 flow indeed he was, the rumors were admittedly, 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 lubricator, I told him to check 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 prepare this"nice guy"feel really nice. I was sure"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 legs and scatter his picket, full moon, ass cheeks that revealed an almost pink hairless hole. As I got closer I smelled the grievous bodily harm and it was evident he really was clean-living so I started to give him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summer camp days. I licked his hole and enjoyed the pleasing moans of pleasure Joey was purring and ran my natural language up and down his tornado as I slowly reached under him and pulled his cock from under him so I could suckle it when I was n't tonguing his golf hole. I eventually stiffened my clapper and started to infix his tight little hole and felt him decompress as I continued to probe him with my rigid knife. Soon I was fully lingua fucking his hole and he was raising his mid part off the bed to get more of my tongue into him. I felt his cock was rock hard and starting to exude pre-cum so I reached for the lubricating substance. I coated my 7-1/2"rough rooster liberally with it then packed some more into and around his hole. I shifted spot and aimed my turncock head word at his gaping hollow and started to slowly facilitate 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 memories came back of what it felt like that summer and how much I enjoyed it but now it was even better. I started to fuck him deep long throw and he in takings fucked me back by raising his ass to meet my thrusts. It had been a long metre since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and rigorous that kettle of fish was. It was a beneficial carnal experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at camp and a lot untried and a lot pocket-sized. I enjoyed the wax tightness along the my entire rigid quill. Before I knew it I was reaching the stage of no return and quickened my stride and burgeon forth my load mysterious into Joey 's ass. It was the most meet climax I ever had in a longsighted time and collapsed on his rear trying to enamour my breath.

When my breathing space came back to convention, I eased out of Joey 's kettle of fish and rolled over onto my backrest. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In answer, I rolled over onto my abdomen and scatter my legs. Joey immediately got between them and started to lick my kettle of fish 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-bodied to loosen up and let his lingua enter fully a lot sooner than he had let me do it to him. It felt majuscule. I raised my ass up to receive his nerve jabbing and get as practically of his stiff tongue into me as I could. It felt fantastic I was afraid I was going to shoot another load so I told Joey,"To get into me and set off fucking me."He got on his knee and reached for the lubricating substance and coated my anal retentive channel and his now rock intemperately tool that looked like it was at to the lowest degree 9 ”. I felt the tip at my ruck and tensed not knowing what I was going to palpate but I had n't realized all the tongue fucking and my exciting anticipation had my fix gaping open up enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the slim of uncomfortableness with a lot of fullness and atonement. Joey paused instinctively to bask the hot new sensation and to let me get use to the invasion. Feeling no very pain I pushed back and my ass sucked his cock a petty deeper into me. Joey got the hint and started to slowly course the sleep of his cock deep into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the wide-cut tactile sensation and I 'm certain he was enjoying the unique tight fit and the heat from the anal retentive groove as I did. I could feel his stopcock throbbing deep inside me and wanted to palpate what it was like to actually get fucked and flooded with cum so I started to push back and deplumate forward, Joey got the hint and started to fuck me fully deep strokes. Joey was able-bodied to hold off cumming for at to the lowest degree twenty bit and both of us enjoyed the many types of poke and rotations both of us were able to accomplish during that clip. Finally, I told Joey I was going to pullulate another load and for him to conjoin me. He quickened his step and quickly I could feel him flooding my inside with his cargo which triggered my mo lode to shoot down 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 quantity of air. I was able to mumble and ask if"it was what you thought it was going to feel like."His answer was"bettor !"He stayed inside me semi-hard and when his respiration was formula, he started to know me again in irksome strokes, he wanted arcsecond and who was I to deny him that pleasance 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 champion"and had a number of similar reciprocal pleasure meetings on a regular base and no one ever ound out .