MasukWhen Gordie rang the doorbell Saturday afternoon, I was a nervous wreck. He poured on the Southern charm with both of my parents and they ate it up. My Dad was a big guy like Gordie and he loved football, and he and Gordie talked about the varsity football team and the Lions like they were best friends. Mom thought he was so sweet.
We went to his house and he introduced me to his parents. They seemed very nice. We hung out in Gordie's room and played Halo on his xbox 360. He was way better at it than I was. His parents pretty much left us alone. "We got a rec room in the basement. Come on." We grabbed some Cokes and went downstairs. There was a couch and a big projection TV, a pool table, and a dart board on the wall. A sink and laundry area was on the back wall. There was also a bed and dresser in the back corner, behind a partition wall. "That was my oldest brother's room before he moved out. My parents usually let me stay down here when buddies stay the night." We played darts for a while until Gordie's mom called down the stairs and asked if we wanted her to order pizza. She ordered our pizza and when it arrived, we ran upstairs. His Dad told us to go ahead and grab one of the boxes and take it downstairs. We sat on the couch and watched a movie and ate pizza. "It's hot down here," Gordie said. He stood up and pulled his shirt off. I softly gasped. His chest and stomach were covered with soft brown hair. He was slightly overweight and his pecs and stomach looked soft and he had the beginnings of love handles. He had a sun design tattoo on his upper left bicep and a tribal arm band around the same arm. Gordie flexed his arm and asked, "You like my tats?" I nodded. "Yeah, they're really cool." "Thanks. See what I mean about being fat and hairy? No one would want this, would they?" Gordie smacked his hairy belly. "I don't think you're fat, Gordie. You're a big guy. The extra weight on you looks good... you look really manly." Gordie sat down next to me on the couch. He was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and socks. He was close enough I could feel the heat from his body. "Why don't you get comfortable, Clark?" I took my shirt off and sat back on the couch. "You're so smooth and skinny," he said. "You've got the opposite problem of me." "Yeah, I guess so." Gordie licked his lips and then kissed me. We French kissed for what seemed like a really long time. I ran my hand through the hair on his chest and stomach. Gordie stood up and took me over to the bed. We laid down facing each other. "You really do think I'm hot, don't you?" he asked. "Yeah. You're the hottest guy I know." Gordie took my glasses off and set them on the night stand next to the bed. "You're cute, Clark." I blushed. "Thanks." Gordie pulled me to him and kissed me again. We kissed and he kissed my neck and gently sucked it. He felt my nipples and they got hard when his fingers brushed against them. I whimpered as he flicked his fingers back and forth across them. I ran my hand down his chest and stomach as we made out. Gordie suddenly took my hand and placed it onto his crotch. I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. "Second base," he whispered. We both chuckled quietly. "These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. "Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered. Gordie laid flat on his back and pushed off his boxers and tossed them onto the floor. He had a fat uncircumcised penis surrounded by a bush of brown hair. It looked to be about 6 and 3/4 inches long and it was really, really thick around. The shaft pointed up towards his stomach and was smooth and solid. His pink head peeked out from the foreskin and there was a drop of pre-come on the tip. "God, it's so big, Gordie. I've never seen one like yours before, you know... uncircumcised." I ran my hand up and down his furry chest and moved it closer to his crotch. I glanced up at him, not knowing if I should proceed. "Go ahead, Clark," he whispered huskily. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and slowly slid it up and down. I watched the foreskin easily glide over the head. I wiped at the drop of fluid with my thumb. Gordie bit his bottom lip and stifled a groan. "Do it, Clark. Jack me off." I started stroking Gordie's cock faster. He felt so hard in my hand, but the skin was so soft. "Faster, Clark.... A little tighter... Yeah... Just like that... Oh god... Here it comes. I'm coming!" Gordie's dick swelled and pulsed in my hand and a long rope of come blasted out of Gordie's dick and splashed across my cheek and chin. I jerked my head back in surprise, but kept stroking until the remaining blasts covered his chest and stomach. I let go of his dick when he finished and wiped my hand on his stomach. He turned and looked at me and laughed. He took his index and middle finger and wiped them across my face. He brought it up to my face and then swiped his fingers across my lips and laughed again. I chuckled and then met his eyes and licked my lips. Gordie looked at me with lust and did it again. I licked again. When he moved his fingers to me this time, he stopped and I opened my mouth and he slipped them in and I licked the come off his fingers. It was the best thing I ever tasted. Gordie pushed my underwear down to my knees and I kicked them off. He looked down at me for a few seconds. He slowly reached down to my crotch. He ran his fingers over my small 4.5" penis and then took it into his hand and stroked it up and down with his fingers. It only took a few seconds before I shot my load onto my chest and stomach. Gordie pulled me out of bed and we walked over to the laundry sink. We got a towel and wiped ourselves down and rinsed off in the sink. We returned to the bed and laid down and gently touched and kissed each other. I reached down and slowly stroked Gordie's balls and his hard shaft. "I can't believe you're hard again," I whispered. Gordie moved flat on his back and I started slowly jerking him off again. His hand moved to the back of my head and he pushed it down to his dick. "Suck it, Clark," he whispered. I looked up at Gordie. "I've never..." "Just do it like they do in p**n. Move your head on it and cover your teeth with your lips." "You won't tell anyone?" "Fuck, no. This is all just between us." He smiled at me and I smiled back. I moved my head down to his dick. I picked it up off his belly with my hand and licked at the tip. I took the head into my mouth. It was hot and soft. It had a slightly salty taste. The smell was intoxicating, a musky sweaty salty smell. I closed my eyes and took him into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, Clark. That feels so fucking good. Suck my cock, Clark." I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft, going down as far as I could before I felt I was going to choke. The skin felt soft in my mouth, but underneath it was hard as steel. I used my hand and mouth together to bob up and down on him. As I did this, I sucked and I could hear quiet slurping sounds echoing in my ear. Clark kept his hand on the back of my head. I knew then and there that I was 100% gay. "Keep going. Just like that, Clark. I wanna come in your mouth. Make me come, Clark." I increased my speed and intensity of the bobbing and sucking. "Oh, shit, here it comes!" Gordie's hands gripped my head I felt the first blast hit the roof of my mouth and then pool on my tongue. I swallowed on instinct. It was followed by several more blasts and I swallowed those too. "Ugh! Oh, fuck..." he grunted. I pulled off Gordie's cock and laid on my back. I grabbed my dick and stroked it up and down twice and it fired come onto my chest and stomach. I got up and wiped myself off with the towel at the sink and then returned to bed. I laid down next to Gordie who was falling asleep. Gordie rolled over and pulled me to him and spooned up behind me. His soft, hairy, naked body rubbed against me and it felt wonderful. I heard Gordie start to snore and it wasn't long before I fell asleep.Dinner was really good and after some initial nervousness, Gordie and I started talking more easily. He cleaned his plate and I still had a quarter of my steak left. I pushed my plate towards him and smiled. He blushed a little and stabbed my steak with his fork and put it on his plate and finished it off. I smiled to myself thinking how cute he was. After dinner, Gordie asked if I wanted to grab a couple beers. I was okay with that, but I wanted to go somewhere where we could talk. He nervously suggested that we could pick up some beer and go back to his place and that's what we did. *** We sat on the couch in the living room sipping beer and talking. The TV was on, but we weren't really paying attention to it. Gordie popped some microwave popcorn and we had that as a snack. He said something funny and I was really laughing hard. He reached over and brushed the hair off my forehead. "You're so cute when you laugh." I blushed and smiled at him. I ran my hand over the top of hi
Bart suddenly pushed me up against his truck and wrapped his hand around my throat. He leaned into my ear, "Listen here, you little bitch, I'm the one who decides when we're done. And I'm not through with you yet." "Please, Bart. You can get anyone you want. Please, just leave me alone." I was on the verge of crying and Bart exhaled sharply. He was getting really pissed. Gordie's truck pulled into the parking lot and he slammed on the brakes in front of us. Bart let go of me as Gordie hopped out of the truck. "What the fuck's going on here?" Gordie asked. "It's a private matter between me and my boyfriend," Bart said. "So, if you don't mind, fuck off." Bart grabbed my arm and dragged me to the passenger side of his truck. "Hey!" Gordie shouted and stepped up and pulled Bart's hand off me. "Keep your hands off him!" "Who the fuck do you think you are? Mind your own fucking business," Bart growled. "I'm Clark's best friend is who I am. And he doesn't want to go with yo
Well, they're crazy," I said and immediately blushed. Gordie smiled back at me. He told me he finally came to terms with being gay and he dated a guy on the gymnastics team for about a year and a half in college. I listened, though I was completely jealous. They broke up in the middle of senior year. When Gordie said the guy 'upgraded', I frowned. I didn't like when Gordie was down on himself. He told me about how he came out to his parents the summer after he started dating Troy the gymnast. He told his mom first and she said she figured he was and had been confused when he 'dumped me' for Carla. "Yeah, me, too," I joked and we both laughed hard. When he told his dad, his dad said he already knew. "Don't be embarrassed, Clark," Gordie warned. "But, uh, Dad said he saw me fucking you in the tool shed. I apparently had you on the workbench and, according to Dad, I was 'tearing you a new one'. He almost busted in at first because he thought I was hurting you, but then he realize
On Friday I was sitting at my desk with my laptop thinking I was going to need a bigger screen, a keyboard and a mouse if I was going to work all day on this computer. I put together a shopping list of things I needed to pick up over the weekend. As I thought about my shopping list, I quietly whistled a tune and tapped my pen to the beat on my notepad. When I realized what I was doing, I chuckled to myself. I sat back in my chair and looked around my little office. In just a week my life had changed so dramatically. I had quickly grown to love my new job. I made a difference here. My parents loved me. Every time they saw me, they had grins on their faces. I was happy. I thought I was happy with Bart, but didn't realize how unhappy I truly was until now. I deserved to be happy. I deserved better than Bart. I was getting ready to print the week's invoices, so I got up and loaded the printer with the invoice paper. I heard Dad laughing, and I peeked out of my office door onto the sal
The next morning, I got up and went to the bathroom and I gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. My left eye was bruised and blackened. I called my boss and resigned. He was pissed that I didn't give notice, but I told him it was a family emergency and I was leaving town. I called Bart's office to make sure he was at work. His secretary said he was in a meeting. I told her not to take a message or bother him with my call. I got in my truck and drove to the condo. I passed a medical clinic and turned around and went in. I quietly said I wanted to get tested for STDs and HIV. The doctor asked me a bunch of really personal questions about my sex life, then took my blood. He also looked at my eye. He asked me if I needed to talk about anything and I shook my head no. I told him I was leaving town and he gave me a card with a phone number and an ID number and said I could call for the results in one week. As he walked me to the door, he gave me a card for a domestic abuse hotline. W
I dropped my boss's dry cleaning off and hopped on the 'L'. God, I was so happy to be getting off work early, and on a Monday at that. When my boss told me to take off early, I was shocked. I was not so shocked when he told me to drop his dry cleaning off on the way.It's hard to believe that I've been working for him for two years. I still hadn't gotten my CPA. I don't know where the time went. I took the job for experience and to bring money in, but two years later, I was still there doing menial grunt work and going nowhere. Sometimes I felt like such a failure, but Bart would tell me that it was okay. I didn't need a stressful job like he had and he made plenty of money to take care of us.In contrast, Bart was very successful at his job. In the two years he's been with the company, he's been promoted twice. He makes nearly four times the amount of money I do.I sighed and got off the train and walked down the steps. It was cold and windy and I shivered and zipped my jacket up.As







