He'd placed the rimming tape back in the VCR and backed away from the screen, already involved as an older guy pushed down a younger guy onto a Lazy Boy and proceeded to thrust his tongue into cheek. At first protesting the boy's head disappeared over the back of the chair as his knees spread, one at each corner of the back of the chair with one hand firmly on the back of the aforementioned tongue's head.

The moans radiated from the speakers even without the boy's head being visible. Keith sat still hanging out of his pants at half-staff. He then straightened his legs out in front of him and unfastened his pants, pulling them and his light blue boxers off his feet and separating them as he folded the pants, placing them on the arm of the chair.

"You can have these if you want. I shot a load in them at McDonald's this morning."

"You came in them?" I asked, unable to imagine the incident or take my eyes off his light blond bush and its unashamed protrusion.

"Yeah, I'm like that some days. I think I'm a real pervert and then I realize it's only me, you know. I like the unusual is all. Life can get boring if you let it."

"Like what led to you doing it in McDonalds?"

"Well, this chick sat across from me. She wasn't wearing underwear, you know. I always notice shit like that. I'm a natural born perve when it comes to looking for exciting stuff. I leaned on one arm and turned my head sideways to get a good look up under what was a fairly long skirt, but not that long. She had her legs spread wide enough that I could see up to the dark hairs on it, you know. She was looking straight at me and then closed her legs so the view disappeared. She was shocked that I'd found her out. How shocked could a woman be if she didn't bother to put on her undies?"

"Damn! I've never noticed anything like that."

"You see. I do. I'm always checking junk like that out. Mostly I don't see nothin' makes it worth the effort, and then there's like this morning. I had my hand on my dick and was moving it up and down, you know, feeling myself. I made sure she could see the outline, you know, pulling the material really tight so she could see it was of a proper size. You could only see if you looked under the table but that's where she was looking when I did it."

"Did she freak?"

"Freak? No, she opened her legs even wider so I got a real good shot of it. I mean wide open until I could see the lips if I leaned far enough over on that side. She just kept them open as I did a survey. The only thing she didn't do was shove a couple of her fingers up there for my benefit. I imagine that I'm slipping my big hard dick up into her. I wanted to unzip my pants and take it out and waltz over there in front of everyone and fuck her right there. I mean, you know, lift her skirt up and lean up between her legs until my dick head touches her lips and then start to slid it up into her until my hair and her hair met. I'm sure it was glistening after she watched me jacking off through my pants. She stopped eating and couldn't take her eyes off me while I rubbed it up for her, and then it just happened, you know. I can usually last forever if I try, but there in the middle of McDonalds, thinking about doing her, it just got away from me. I bit my lip and one gush of air got away from me as I pumped it out in my pants and her mouth was wide open. She knew when I shot. The place was loaded. Breakfast rush or something, I think. No one knew but us. I finished my coffee and got up and she closed her legs so no one else got to enjoy the view. I leaned over and said thank you as I was on my way out. She said, "You must have spilled your coffee. You have a huge wet spot on your pocket." I hadn't noticed that I leaked through my underwear and got my pants wet."

"Damn! That's hot," I said.

"It's getting me hard just thinking about it. Throw me the towel, okay. Anyway, you can have them now that you know what I did in them. I mean if you want. Remind you of our first night together. If you want me to stay the night, I mean. I know we didn't say I would but I would if you said it."

"Want you! You got to be kidding. You are hotter than a box of ten dollar firecrackers. Not just to look at or because you're big or because of the things you say, but because you're so damn natural about everything. I've never met anyone as natural as you."

"Natural? I'm just me, you know. I go where I have a mind to go and I do what I have a mind to do. I owe that to myself don't you think we owe ourselves that much? I could say I don't like getting it on with dudes but who'd I be kidding, huh? Who would it benefit? Me 'cause I don't get what I really need when I need it or you 'cause you don't get what you need when I want to give it? No, I like being me 'cause I know who I am. Who else knows who I am?"

"You're something. How often do you do something like what you did in McDonalds."

"I never start out to do it. I mean I'm going about my business and things happen, like with her legs and no underwear. Some times I'll be pissing in the mall or at a toilet and someone eases up beside me and it just gets hard. Mostly no one pays any attention and I don't either but every once in awhile there'll be someone touches it. A few times it's really young dudes, you know, too young to have any sense or inhabitions, but mostly it's the old guys who want it. Mostly I stand for it for a minute or two and then zip up. Sometimes it leads to other stuff. I don't look for guys. I don't know what to look for. If they grab it then it depends on how horny I am."

"That's amazing."

"Would you like my underwear 'cause I shot a load in them, not knowing there might be someone what would want them just because I shot a load in them? See how things are meant to happen some times, don't you think? I think I ought to have another beer and shut up now. Do you want them?" He asked, tossing them into my lap. "I want you to put them on for me. I took them off for you. You want a beer? I think I've had enough so one more won't hurt nothin', huh?"

I had my pants off and was stepping into the powder blue underwear when he came back with his new beer.

"Not so fast," he said, setting his beer down, and I stopped doing what I was doing.

"It's nice," he said, walking over and feeling my erection. "Nice size and hard. You can feel mine if you want. I don't mind. I mean feel mine, okay? So I know I don't turn you off or anything. Oh, that's nice. You have strong hands. I like strong hands," he said, blowing hot air on the side of my face as he closed his eyes and moaned. "I better sit down before I fall down. I didn't bring you a beer. Only two left. You really don't want any more, do you? I mean two isn't many, you know. I'd like to think there's more to drink after this one. I'm a lush when someone's buying me beer."

"I've had my limit," I said.

"I knew you'd say that if I said that," he said, moving away and slipping out of my grasp. "You're a nice man."

I knew I could follow him and get it started and do almost anything I wanted because of the condition he was in. What I wanted was for him to do what he wanted and I thought if I gave it time he would tell me exactly what he wanted and that's what I wanted.

I'd spent most of my life trying to get guys to do what I wanted. Mostly I wanted to get off and get off while hoping they'd get off while I was doing it, only as self-centered as that is, it didn't require me to think about what I was doing or who I was doing it with. It didn't occur to me that some guys will tell you what they want if you give them time, and while you were giving them what they wanted, you were getting what you wanted.

I wanted Keith to have all the time he wanted. I wanted to give him everything he wanted. I had to figure, somewhere in the process of doing that, I'd get what I wanted and more, and I didn't even have too much beer, and that's where he had gotten me by only sitting there watching and listening to him.

I'd never have figured it when I picked him up on the side of the road. I'd already gotten more than I bargained for and we hadn't even gotten started. It was almost scary and for the first time in my sexual life, I was in no hurry to get to the end.

He lay on his stomach on the sofa and used the remote to rewind the tape back to the point where he stopped paying attention. There were two guys locked together with mouths on assholes. It was difficult to see who was who because of the tight ball they'd wrapped themselves into.

As ass goes Keith's fit his body and there was no outrageous hair but with his fair skin I had to figure he didn't need to shave. As he stared into the television and bent his legs at the knees, letting his heels dangle over his ass, I could see the smooth tan spot that had a light dusting of blond hairs near but not too near the spot of interest.

He had spread the towel neatly under himself and I calculated he didn't want to leak on my sofa cushions. When he reached for the strawberry topping and carefully let it leak onto the top of his crack, I watched the red goo ooze down into the crevice. He let enough escape the bottle to sufficiently coat the interior before carefully returning it to the coffee table.

"I'm so messy," he said in mock apology "I need your mouth again."

I got up from my chair and lost his blue boxers, not wanting to soil them with my own discharge. When I sat beside him on the cushion, he reached for me and gently stroked my cock. He had turned his face down on the couch and watched his hand move up and down. He then took my hand and slid it under his midsection. There his engorged erection waited for my touch. It was hot and damp and the head was incredibly full as a soft moan broke into the heavy breathing we shared.

"What I really need is that," he said, indicating the movie on the screen.

His hips pushed down on my hand as he humped the fist I made for him.

Pictures are worth a thousand words and he closed his eyes and waited for me to catch up with him. It didn't take long. I held onto his cock as I swung between his legs and did a face plant. He raised his hips to meet my over anxious mouth. I could feel him twitching and undulating as the soft moans gave way to a sudden gasp for air when my tongue made progress as I sought to uncover the mystery of life while making him squirm and getting a mouthful of strawberry syrup to boot.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up," he said. "I haven't had this in a long time."

"Do you want to cum or do you want something else? I want to give you what you want but you need to tell me."

"Fuck me now. You've got me wanting that," he said, like he was asking for another beer. "I want you inside me. I want us to be as close as we can get if it's okay by you."

... And there it was. What girls could never do for him no matter how hard they tried and I could and gladly would. He facilitated my movements and handed me the condom as I moved up behind him. Where he had taken it from, I didn't see, but I would have gone without had he not proposed I add it to the activity. I had always been faithful and expected faithfulness from my lovers but safe was safe and whatever he wanted I wanted for him and for me. He took care to stroke me in firm long motions as he slipped on the object of our mutual interest before leaving me to do what came naturally.

"Easy," he said, putting his hand on my stomach as I broke through.

"I'm sorry. I'll go slow."

"No, I don't want to shoot. You got me so hot if you go in fast, I'll shoot and I like it more before I shoot. You'll like it more that way. Let me calm down before you push it in."

"You are amazing. When did you find out you liked this?" I felt safe asking since he was moaning so loudly as I tried to hold back in the middle of entering.

"I told you I lived with my cousins. They showed me this right off. With two of them I got used to it. I hadn't matured yet but they sure had. I slept between them in a big double bed."

"You didn't tell anyone?" I said, easing forward an inch and then two as his hole twitched to my advance. It was like a set of strong jaws trying to milk me down to the last drop. I resisted the temptation to fill up the condom.

"Tell anyone? I was in heaven. They'd do anything I wanted as long as I'd do that after we went up to bed. No one could figure out why they were so happy sharing their bedroom with me. They bitched and moaned about it being too small until they found out how receptive I was. Adults are like in the dark about sex, huh? That's good but stop once you hit bottom. Hold me if you don't mind. You better lay off my dick thought. She's primed and ready. I'll bust a nut in about another second if you touch me. You're good. You're real good."

I slipped my arms under him and felt his heart pounding as I let my weight cover him. He kept his eyes closed and moaned softly through each breath. He pulled one of my hands up and used his lips on my fingers. When he sucked on one I almost lost it without so much as one thrust. I knew what he was telling me and there was no end to the bliss he offered. We were both struggling to make a good thing last and it was all I could do to hold off for him.

It was ten minutes before I was able to regroup and start an easy motion. Somehow, being that close and backing off got me a good ways away from my orgasm and I got going pretty good without risking a loss. He seemed content for quite awhile and then broke the spell.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah!"

"What did he like?"

"He?"

"Your lover? The boy in the picture? Ben?" He explained. "What did he like you to do. What did you like doing to him."

"This mostly. What we did before some. Almost in the order we've done it in fact without ice cream and strawberries. Ben wasn't that creative. We just got right to it most nights before we slept. Then we just slept."

"Together? You let him sleep with you?"

"Oh yeah."

"It's better for me to take my time. I mean, I like thinking someone I'm with wants to be with me for something besides my asshole and my dick, you know. I want them to at least realize I'm me. That's stupid, huh? I mean I should just have sex without thinking about it meaning something."

"You want me to stop and we can talk? I'll stop if you want. Whatever you want, Keith. This is about you, not me. I really want you to go away knowing I did my best to give you what you wanted."

"Go away. Is that what happens after you fuck me? I Go away and you get on with your life?"

"I'd rather you stay. I like you. I don't know you but I know I like you. If we're going too fast we can stop. I just want to spend time with you. I don't need to do this. We can do it later or not at all. It's up to you."

"I need you too. I've needed to be fucked for quite some time but never met anyone I'd let do that. I like you. I don't know what it is but I like you. What I'd like ... what I want ... I want you to take me upstairs and put me in your bed and fuck me there with the lovely cover that your aunt made for you. I'd like to spend the night there with you inside me. That's what I want."

I reluctantly withdrew and we both sat up. He finished the beer on the table and shut off the television.

"I want you to come to bed with me. I would like you to spend the night. I would like to give you whatever you want and nothing if that's what you want."

"Can I take a cold beer with me?"

"You can take two if you like or you can come down for the other one when you want it."

"I won't want you to stop again. It took a lot for me not to cum. Good thing I got off earlier."

"Me too," I said.

"Really! That's cool."

He gave me an appreciative smile before he stood and walked away from me, his ass looking so much more beautiful than it did before I started fucking him. It was shapely and moved sensually as he walked. I wondered if I was going to wake up and find out that Keith was a dream, someone I made up because I couldn't find anyone like him.

He really hadn't seemed like all that much when the dream started, but now he was like the most beautiful boy I had ever been with. He'd looked so ordinary when I picked him up and yet he was so extraordinary I couldn't believe he was here with me.

If it was a dream I wanted to die before I awoke to the reality that was my life before him.


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