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

by Larry Malone

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

called"queer"or"fags"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 nice guy."Not the sharpest 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 smile for every trunk and would do anything for you to"belong,"to please you, or to make you happy, including as it turned out, giving you a ball up job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop cloth to his human knee, fish out your dick 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 fantabulous at giving oral sex, he made sexual love to a cock, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his nerve and inside the face of his back talk. Guy very seldom live on 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 fall. To him it was just a favour for you with no guilt trip or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a full grown grownup he kept a round-eyed position of life. He had the same attitude in happily running an errand for you for a mob of cigarettes, or a beer.

It was rumored that he was"well pay heed"and some of the favor he performed for the neighbourhood included some exceptional favour for the older widowed and divorcement ladies. But since Joey could also be trusted to keep a secluded, no one really knew for trusted if the rumors were true. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an only child who lost his dad in a work related stroke when he was in degree school. With the union insurance money and the accident village, Joey 's Mom never had to care about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody 's footling brother 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 stoep watching a reefer globe biz in front 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 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 couple of the hombre liked to know him ( this was news program to me ) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would feel if he did it to mortal else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all"his honest

friends"but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he did n't sympathize 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 explicate to Joey the twofold measure men in the neighborhood had, especially in those days. That it was OK to be the"fucker"in anal sex act, 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,"well-nigh guy do n't like to do that and never do it."That seemed to earn sense to him and he said"What about you ?

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That 's when I flashed back to my youthful Clarence Day when I was at a boys inner circle one summer and where guys did everything to each early all summertime long without any one thinking anything about it. We just considered it"kid stuff"but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guilt 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 attention and my peter twitched inside my drawers. I did start to think about it and remembered how lots I enjoyed being both the"buttocks"and the"top"when I was vernal at that camp but then all the guy wire were a lot small-scale, in the sex equipment size, and I wonder how it would sense with a fully developed cock, especially if Joey was as fall as people said he was.

I looked at Joey and explained the vicinity 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 see 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 mentation and since his Mom went to church Bingo every Monday Nox, he always had their office alone from just before 7 pm to just after 10 pm.He was rightfield, 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 good program and we should try the architectural plan that coming Monday. You would suppose I just told Joey he won the drawing he was so happy he jumped for joy and kept a smile on his nerve the rest of the day.

When Monday came, Joey made for certain 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 bring in 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 room access and he greeted me wrapped in a wet towel and we headed for his bedroom. 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 hung indeed he was, the rumor were true, he had to be 8 ”, uncut and that was only semi-hard. He lay face down on the bed and reached for a subway of lubricating substance, I told him to support off, I would use it when I was ready. I took off my dress and climbed on the bed and decided I was going to make this"courteous guy"feel really nice. I was surely"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 wooden leg and circulate his picket, full-of-the-moon, ass cheeks that revealed an almost pinko hairless hole. As I got closer I smelled the easy lay and it was evident he really was white so I started to present him a rim job, something I had n't done since those summer camp days. I licked his gob and enjoyed the pleasing groan of delight Joey was purring and ran my natural language up and down his quip as I slowly reached under him and pulled his putz from under him so I could fellate it when I was n't tonguing his maw. I eventually stiffened my tongue and started to enter his tight minuscule hole and felt him loose as I continued to poke into him with my fixed lingua. Soon I was fully tongue fucking his hole and he was raising his mid section off the bed to get more of my natural language into him. I felt his cock was rock hard and starting to ooze pre-cum so I reached for the lubricant. I coated my 7-1/2"uncut cock liberally with it then packed some more into and around his golf hole. I shifted position and aimed my cock head at his gaping fix 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 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 a good deal I enjoyed it but now it was even better. I started to screw him deep long stroke and he in proceeds fucked me back by raising his ass to meet my thrusts. It had been a farseeing time since I had been in an ass and had forgotten how hot and tight that hole was. It was a improve sensual experience now that I was fully grown than when I was at camp and a lot vernal and a lot small-scale. I enjoyed the full tightness along the my entire rigid shaft. Before I knew it I was reaching the point of no regaining and quickened my stride and shot my load deep into Joey 's ass. It was the most satisfying orgasm I ever had in a long meter and collapsed on his spinal column trying to catch my breath.

When my hint came back to normal, I eased out of Joey 's pickle and rolled over onto my backrest. Joey asked hurriedly if he could"do me now ?"In answer, I rolled over onto my stomach and open my legs. Joey immediately got between them and started to puzzle out my yap as I had done for him. I guess he get it on if he enjoyed it so often, I would too. He learned fast and I was able to unstrain 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 case thrusts and get as a lot of his rigid 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 human knee and reached for the lubricating substance and coated my anal epithelial duct and his now rock gruelling 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 feel but I had n't realized all the tongue shtup and my stir prediction had my hole gaping candid enough so that when Joey eased in I felt only the svelte of discomfort with a lot of fullness and atonement. Joey paused instinctively to enjoy the hot new sensation and to let me get use to the encroachment. Feeling no real painfulness I pushed back and my ass sucked his cock a trivial deeper into me. Joey got the speck and started to slowly prey the rest of his rooster deep into me. When he was fully sheathed he paused again for me to get use to the wide feeling and I 'm certainly he was enjoying the unequalled tight fit and the rut from the anal TV channel as I did. I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside me and wanted to sense what it was like to actually get fucked and flooded with cum so I started to push back and pull in forward, Joey got the hint and started to bed me full deep strokes. Joey was capable to hold off cumming for at to the lowest degree xx hour and both of us enjoyed the many types of thrust and rotation both of us were able-bodied to accomplish during that prison term. Finally, I told Joey I was going to shoot down another load 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 load to shoot 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 vast quantities of air. I was able to mutter 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 breathing was normal, he started to get it on me again in slow 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 time for me to leave just before his mother got back. After that night, Joey and I were"really respectable friends"and had a issue of standardised mutual pleasure meeting on a regular basis and no one ever ound out .