I got my first job when I was 18 at a local gas station. I really didn’t like the job, though the view was great. What I mean is that I wasn’t like other guys. At age 18 I already knew I was attracted to men. The weird thing was they weren’t regular gay guys; I liked my men big, hairy, strong, and especially fat. I always thought that I was really weird because who in their right mind would get off on a fat guy. Yet every night I fantasized about big bellies and hairy chests. Working at the gas station served my needs well considering we mostly served truckers. Most of the guys who went in there were usually chubbies, so I always had masturbation material. Even though I would have given anything to get sexual with any one of those guys, it just wasn’t possible. I was restricted to looking and wishing. Then it happened, I remember it so clearly. I was sweeping the floor when I heard the sound of a big rig pull up. I went behind the counter and in walked one of the most gorgeous chubby bears I had ever seen. He was about 6’2 and at least above 270 pounds, if anything close to 300 lbs. He had a tired look on his face, his chubby cheeks were covered with a nicely trimmed light brown beard. He looked like a sergeant with his neat, short, crew cut hair; it was shaved on the sided and spiked up top. He had an old muscle shirt on that exposed his chest hair, the shirt was kind of small for his massive body and it allowed his gut to pour out on all sides. His chest was so large that his nice pink nipples stuck out on both ends. Each was so nice and round, I would have given anything to taste them. He had some old raggedy gym shorts on that were also too short for him. Every time he would take a step his shorts would crawl higher and higher until they would hug his very noticeable bulge. His legs were like tree trunks, each huge in diameter and completely covered in hair. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Every time he would reach to get something from the shelf his shirt would rise to expose his very large gut. I was in a complete trance and daze of lust and want. He came over with his stuff and placed it on the counter. “Is there any place around here where I could park my rig for the night?” he said in a very polite way. “Well sir, there’s a rest stop about thirty miles down the interstate, that’s about it.” “I didn’t want to go that far, but if that’s all there is I guess I’ll have to go.” He seemed like a nice guy, so I offered to let him stay in the lot behind the store. I wasn’t supposed to do that but I could care less, this way I had a better chance of seeing him again. He thanked me and introduced himself. “My name is Michael but most of my friends call me Big Mike.” With that, he gave me a strong hand shake. He looked rugged and tough yet he had a teddy bear quality to him. “Is there anything else you might need tonight, sir?” He paused, gave me a weird look and hesitated. “You wouldn’t happen to have a place around here where I could buy a movie or some magazines…” “There’s a Walmart a couple of miles down the way, sir.” “No, that won’t do…” He hesitated again and then stuttered. “I mean a place where I could get adult movies or magazines.” “Well sir, we sell magazines here,” and I pointed to the kinky smut behind the counter. “No that won’t work. Is that all you have?” “Well sir, we have a few other smaller titles.” “No thanks.” He then slowly leaned over the counter and whispered, “Do you have anything with guys?” My heart jumped to my throat and my feet froze. I couldn’t believe that this mammoth of a man was gay, I didn’t know what to say. He sensed this so he grabbed his bag. “Sorry for the rude question. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” “No its ok, don’t worry about it.” “There’s nothing like that till the next town and that’s a half hour away.” “No, thanks anyway that’s too far; it’s just that I get lonely and that’s the only comfort I have. I have a few magazines in the truck but I need something new.” It just so happened that I was a subscriber to Bulk Male. I had the newest issue in my back pack. “Thanks anyway, it was nice meeting you.” He got his bags and turned to leave. “Sir,” I said quickly. “Yeah?” “Not to get too personal, but what kind of magazines do you have?” “I doubt you’ve heard of them, but I’ve got a couple of issues of Bulk Male and Big Ad.” “Oh well sir, if you’re going to stay behind the store I could lend you one of mine.” He looked at me, interested yet confused. “And what mags do you have, son?” “I’ve got the newest issue of Bulk Male in my bag. I guess we could trade for the night.” “You read Bulk?” He walked closer with a grin on his face. My entire body was frozen now and I could barely talk. I stuttered, “yes.” “Great, can you take it out to my truck, it’s right outside, so I can put my bags away?” “Sure,” I said. As he walked away his shorts crawled up his thighs, shaping his perfect ass. I gazed in awe. My feet were like lead, yet I managed to move over to my bag and pull out the magazine. No one had entered the store for hours except for Big Mike so I went outside. I went to the truck which was parked on the side of the store. I climbed up the step and knocked on the cab door. My heart was racing and my hands were cold as ice. He opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He had stripped down to only a skimpy pair of tiger-striped underwear. His belly was huge and covered with a light layer of golden hair. I got instant wood just from the sight of his almost naked body. “I was just getting ready for bed.” “Do you still want the mag?” I said. “Oh yeah, here’s the ones I promised you.” He handed me a couple of magazines. “I was only able to lend you one sir, it’s only right I borrow one.” “Don’t worry about it son, you were nice enough to help me out so go ahead and take them. Do you have a VCR in the store, son?” “Yes sir, do you need to borrow it for the night?” “No, I have one, but I’ve got a few pornos you could watch.” “Thanks, but I couldn’t watch them in the store.” “Well what time do you get off, ’cause you could watch them here if you wanted to. It’s nice to have company in this lonely truck.” “Well, I don’t get off for another four hours, but I’m allowed personal time for a little while.” “Great. If you want, you can go lock up.” “I’d love to, sir.” It felt like I was in a dream when I left the truck. In a few moments I climbed back into the truck and went into the cab. He was sitting on the bed with one hand on his crotch and the other holding the magazine. “Go ahead and pick a movie. They’re on the shelf.” I popped in a movie and sat at the edge of the bed. I was very nervous and I think he could sense it. “You can sit up here next to me and relax son. Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” I climbed on the bed and sat next to him.”Don’t you wanna get comfortable son?” “Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. I’m just a little nervous.” “Don’t be,” he said in a gentle way. I undressed and I could feel him watching me. It kind of turned me on. I got on the bed again and at next to him. I sat without moving and he noticed this. “When you were you younger did you ever jack off with a friend or anything like that?” “No sir, we didn’t exactly use the same material.” “Well just think of me as a close friend and all we’re doing is yanking it in the same room.” That kind of eased my nerves. He pressed ‘play’ and began touching himself. He would let out slight moans. “Go ahead boy, I won’t watch, too much at least.” I relaxed and started rubbing my crotch. I could hear his moans over the grunts of the movie. After a while the sounds from the TV were just grunts and yells. I turned to watch him as he rubbed his hand on his cock. He had a nice cock, round, fat about 6 1/2 inches. It was a perfect pink color and got fat at the base. “You know sir, not to put you on the spot… but I’m jacking off to chubby bears on the TV yet I’ve got a gorgeous one next to me.” “I thought you’d never ask, boy.” With that he grabbed my hands and put them on his dick. “Rub.” I grabbed his cock and ran my fingers from the base to the tip. I could feel his pubic hairs between my fingers. “I haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone in a long time so forgive me if I get over excited son.” “The more excitement, the better,” I said. He lay on his back and spread out his legs. He looked godly with his stomach up in the air and his penis pitching a perfect tent in his underwear. I climbed on top of him; he grabbed my head and pulled it forward. “Kiss me boy,” he said in a stern voice. I leaned forward and felt his tongue invade my mouth. His beard tickled my chin as he sucked on my tongue. It was the longest most passionate kiss I had ever had. I felt his arms wrap around me in a giant bear hug. With his right hand he slid into my underwear and began massaging my ass. I couldn’t help but to let out a slight moan. I guess he liked this because he grabbed and rubbed harder. He turned my head and ran his tongue all the way down my neck. This one act sent chills through out my body. “Go down boy, and get what daddy’s got for you.” I started kissing down his entire body. I began at the nipples, each was so soft and lovely. I kissed around each one, then barely nibbling on the tips. This sent a wave of pleasure through him. “More, please,” he said in a begging tone. I then moved my way down, kissing his gigantic belly, pushing my face into his gut, inhaling his man scent. He ran his fat ,stubby fingers through my hair. I finally reached what I was looking for; his penis was fully erect, covered only by a thin layer of underwear. I could smell his sweat through the cotton. His aroma drove me wild. “Take it slow and no teeth.” “Yes sir.” “Don’t call me sir. Just for the night, can you call me ‘daddy’?” “I’d love to, daddy.” I uncovered his stiff cock and licked it from head to base and back up. “Oh yes, MORE!” he yelled. I pushed my head further down into his crotch and I slid my tongue in between his thighs. His pubic hair covered my face. I could feel him open legs even more. “So you wanna go into daddy’s special place, eh?” He rolled over on his belly exposing his ass completely. I was a virgin still so as soon as I saw his ass I almost gizzed. “Go ahead boy, taste daddy.” He spread his legs once again allowing me total acess to his ass. He pushed his butt up in the air, spreading his cheeks. I took advantage and plunged in face first. I licked around the base, not quite penetrating. He yelled for more and more. “Please go in, please I want you to!” I slid my tongue in as far as it could go. His taste was immense and so was his scent. I wanted to stay in that position for ever. His ass was so warm and I felt trembles of his body every time I would go in. “Fuck, I need more,” he yelled. I licked around his cheeks, tasting every part of his ass, with the occasional slight nibble hear and there. “Slide in something a little bit bigger,” he murmured. I drenched my forefinger with spit and slid it in. “Yes boy more, fuck your fat daddy.” I couldn’t believe I had this giant of a man at my mercy. I couldn’t wait any longer I needed to fuck him. “Can I get started daddy?” “Not yet boy, I like to see who’s screwing me.” He turned over on his back and lifted his legs up in the air.”Grab my legs and hold them up,” he said. I couldn’t help myself. I bent over and ran my tongue from the end of his ass crack to his furry sack. He moaned this time with a slight growl to it. “For such a young guy you really know how to please us bigger men.” I grabbed his ankles, spread his cheeks and slowly I penetrated. With each slow push he yelled a little bit louder. Finally I was completely in, I began in a slow motion in and out. “Oh fuck boy that feels great.” His words only encouraged me to thrust harder. I sped up the pace with each push. “Harder boy, harder, Oh fuck your dad’s fat ass harder.” After a few moments I was at a steady pace going and out. I could hear the slapping of my body against his. The sounds from him were total man, he would switch from a yell to a moan then to a deep growl or grunt. I began to feel the climax come up. With every push I got one step closer to blowing my load. While I was fucking him, he was jacking off at the same rhythm. I grabbed his ankles tight and pushed forward and let out everything I had. At the exact same time he let out a steady stream of cum up in the air landing all over my chest and his stomach. “Oh damn boy, that was one of the best ones I’ve had yet.” I stayed in him till I went limp. “Well boy you’re a mess, you can’t go back to work looking like that. We’re gonna have to clean you up.” He sat up and licked the remaining cum off of my chest. He then gave me a long passionate kiss and helped me get dressed. “Thanks for the break,” I said. “No, thank you, son.” I walked out of the truck feeling like a man. When my shift ended I walked outside to see him one last time but much to my surprise he was gone. I’ll never know exactly who he was but I’ll always have his magazines and that one incredible night to remember him by. by Alex TWO GUYS TWO GUYS How to tell this? How to start even? It’s about two guys…. These two guys knew more about each other than most people do about anyone, yet they had exchanged thoughts only in the cyber world. They met (if you can call it meeting) in a new way — new in the last few years anyway. He had written a short story and posted it in a men’s website, and the other had sent a complimentary note about it. The note had something of him in it, something that caused an interest and elicited a warm response. Then, a few e-mails later, back and forth, and these two guys were cyber pals. They opened up to each other, telling of life and love, won and lost, their inner secrets, desires, fantasies, dreams. The messages became more descriptive and more personal. Neither had a lot of male-to-male experience, but both had a lot of fantasy built up. So, here they were, after years of correspondence, actually meeting face-to-face for the first time, but in full understanding of exactly what each desired. No coy dancing around the subject, no bullshit, no inane, childish banter. Neither had ever said anything that had to be justified now in the reality. No lies, no concealment’s. Everything was as they expected, every feature as pictured. These guys knew each other, and knew each other well. Meeting at the airport gate, in full public view, was the only thing keeping them civilized. They were both fully aroused, having anticipated this moment, and their desired results. Bill was squirming around in his airplane seat, his hand darting into his pants front to “arrange” things in an acceptable manner, hoping the lady in the seat next to him didn’t notice. And Al, twice going to the men’s room in the terminal to stroke and calm himself, trying to keep from exposing his reddened cock, and the wet tip, to the whole crowd in there. Well, at least they hugged. An impulsive, but big, manly hug. Then they parted just as abruptly, standing just inches apart. Bill reached out to touch, and admire, Al’s new beard. It was better in life than the pictures had been. Maybe because it had the texture, the color lost in the photos. But Bill liked it, said so, and stroked at it to show it. And Al was just as pleased with his vision. He felt they “fit.” Same height, same build, same age, everything. And Bill’s smile was captivating. “God, this was going to be good,” he thought. No, he said it aloud. And Bill smiled again, and replied, “I believe it will.” They rushed to the terminal, making a few surreptitious body contacts in the train, on the escalator, in the baggage pickup area. Talk was just simple things about flying, the weather, Al’s car, the city, everything they both knew just delayed the real things they wanted to say. Eventually, the bags came, they hurried to Al’s car, stowed the luggage and got in. Al then simply leaned over and planted a long-anticipated kiss on Bill’s lips, and got a deep probing kiss in return. Bill reached out and pressed his hand into Al’s leg, searching for his manhood. He found it, squeezed the hardened shape with his fingers, and said, “This is going to be the best weekend ever.” “Oh, I have wanted this for so long. To meet you, see you, touch you. And to have you here. Here, where I can feel you touch me.” Al just ran on and on with words of joy. Bill couldn’t get a word in, but just listened, watched, and studied. This guy was great. Funny, cheerful, full of excitement, had a great new beard, nice body …and, doing well with the driving. At least not crashing into anything as he maneuvered to the hotel through all the traffic, talking the whole time. Bill was nervous, and a bit shaky, as he registered at the hotel. And quickly, it was done, and Al had the bags in hand, steering the movement with his “Come on!” and brisk walk toward the room. In the room, Al just dropped the bags inside the door, jumped on the bed and, turning, said, “Come here.” Then, softly, “Please.” When Bill had closed the door, he approached the bed, where Al grabbed him, pulled him down, and rolled over him into a hearty hug, followed by a deep and forceful kiss on the lips. The passion, long desired, often discussed, and now realized was powerful, consuming both men. Within a minute they were both naked, clothes scattered wildly around the room, the bed covers pulled down, and their bodies wrapped in each other in abandon. Their cocks, hard and throbbing with excitement, were pressed between them, were individually and jointly stroked, kissed, and sucked. Everything was tried in those first few minutes. Sixty-nine, on-the-knees, hand jobs, deep throat, kneeling over the chest, nipple licking, ass probing, more kissing -deep kissing – and examination of every part of each other’s body. It was as if they had to put years of restraint into seconds of activity. They continued for the longest time, until both were exhausted from the energy level, and finally just collapsed along side each other, gasping for breath. Yet, neither had cum. Neither had taken it to that place beyond the “edge.” That was to happen later, and happen only with great and dedicated purpose. “Damn, Al,” said Bill, finally gathering strength to speak, “you are something. Now lie back. Just enjoy this.” And with that, he was on all fours, crouched over Al’s torso. He began a slow, careful, studied examination. Checking and confirming every feature to match it with the imagery of those many, many emails, chats, and phone calls that were all he had had for so very long. He touched each nipple, first with his finger tips, then with his tongue. He pinched those nipples. He drew his hands, fingers spread, all over the firm and hairy chest he held, drawing circles, grasping, toying. Then down, gripping at Al’s waist, over both hips, and together at the pit of his belly. And there it was, the cock he desired. Hardening as he watched, moving and enlarging only by the mental forces of anticipation in Al’s mind as he watched this loving and sensual study. It was a study of love, careful, complete, and tender. Bill shifted, still kneeling on his legs, but getting himself now over Al’s strong thighs, and lowered his head. Using his tongue, he played, weighed and sensed the heat from this now steel hard, rigid member. He played with it. Down the shaft to the base, around the ball sac, and back up to the head, with particular attention to the ridge of the glans, and into the pee slit. Slowly. Lovingly. Then, open mouth, he took each testicle inside, massaging and suckling at them. He licked at the shaft, he teased, he slobbered all over it. When he had this love member sloppy wet, he stroked it in his surrounding fingers, held it straight up, and just simply swallowed the full length between his lips. He was down at the base, deep, rocking his head in circles, his tongue lashing out and working within his mouth. On and on he went. Deep, fast, slow, around, and over. Licking, sucking, drawing, and repeating -again and again. This concerted, loving ministration worked, and the signals came fast. Al tensed up, his butt lifting off the bed, and he started. The flush came from deep within, he felt it through his balls, rising through his body, and surged out. He came. He came big. Warm semen pumped out in spasm after spasm. His cock shaft throbbed. Bill could feel it in his lips. More and more, flood after flood. Hot, salty cum. Cum, long held back for just this moment. Bill sucked, licked, stayed fully on, tasting, swallowing, gulping. Every drop of those precious fluids held in his mouth, then consumed. He had waited, fantasized, wanted these juices. Now they were his. “What a load,” he mumbled over Al’s gasping, heaving grabs for breath. Then they both collapsed, spent. One in his giving, the other in his taking. Al was first to recover. He stirred, moved to Bill’s lips and gave him a lovingly, joyful kiss. He tasted his own juices in that kiss. Then, he quietly said “I have never swallowed cum. But I’ll try this night I know.” His hands searched, roamed, seeking to arouse Bill again. Holding and playing with Bill’s flaccid cock, soft, squirmy fun. Then Bill said, “We must get something to drink, to eat.” “But first I must have you. Have you completely. I want to empty you. I need this first.” With that said, Al started. He did as he had long dreamed himself capable. He was new at this, but had just experienced a great training session. So without hesitating, he just let the sensations flow, the feelings carry him on. He licked. He sucked. He consumed. This was what he felt he had been missing. What he needed as a man. In seconds, Bill was hard, pulsing and ready. He held Al’s head steady, and exploded. Al stayed with it, loving the sensations delivered through that pulsing, writhing member. And, he was tasting another’s cum for the first time, overcoming all those many anxious thoughts felt in experimenting with tasting cum that he had during masturbation sessions of his own. He swallowed it quickly. “It is okay. It is good. I liked it.” They rested again for a few minutes. Then, hot water sensually flooding over them, soapy suds making them slippery and excited again, they washed each other in the shower. Al was in heaven. His hands slid quickly over every inch of Bill’s body, legs, genitals, everywhere. And Bill did the same. Both where fully aroused, hard, their cocks pointing at each other. They stroked themselves and each other. The sensations were wild, exhilarating. They both came again, standing, the cum spilling on their legs, the water still spraying their bodies. Al was in heaven, yes. They dried each other, Al playing with the manly parts he had so long wanted. He was on his knees, then standing, and down on his knees again. He had become infatuated with the strong, aroused man in his arms. Delirious, he wanted to consume him, and Bill was loving every moment of the attention and touching. They dressed, had a quick meal in the hotel dining room, just one drink each, and almost ran back to the room. Then they started again. Naked, they rolled, hugged, squeezed, and touched every part of each other. They maybe came two or more times again that night, fell asleep in exhaustion, and woke to play again. The process continued all weekend -eat, suck, cum, sleep, eat, suck, cum again. They finally stopped, wiped completely out, just in time to pack, pay, and get back to the airport within minutes of Bill’s departure. This time they kissed openly, hard. As Bill flew off to home, he sat at the window, staring out as if Al was still in sight, dreaming of things done. And Al? He was in his car, still in the parking lot, absolutely dumb-struck over the excitement and happenings of those 36 hours. Then life returned. Both guys went back to the workday world, and the mundane things there. But with memories. What memories. Now they were able to mail, to chat, and to phone -each with vivid, real-life knowledge of the other, discussing remembrances, not fantasies. The End
