## Archive-name: into-the-woods

From: elc@cup.portal.com (Edward L Cole)

Subject: A new storie from a new Usenet-er (so read it eh?)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss,alt.sex.stories

This is acoupla firsts for me: 1) My first post of a story anywhere 2) My first complete story as an adult 3) My first time transfering ascii :) So bear with me if all you get is nonsense.

Into_the_Woods

When Jimbo was 18 he had taken the drastic step of marrying the sweet girl that he had gotten pregnant after the prom night party when everyone had been too drunk to make the wisest decisions. He meant to just take her home and somehow wound up in the back seat with Sue at the clearing in the woods where all the adolescent lust scenes happened in Bergenfield. His hormones had been riding high and Sue was in a state of euphoria from the Jack Daniels and the excellent reefer that had been going around at the party. Before they were even halfway to her house, a ten minute drive, she had his big dick out of his pants and had crunched her head under the steering wheel to get his 12+ inches down her eager throat. He'd had his nuts drained this way before and was getting into the groove and headed for the woods. The rest was small town tragic history. Jimbo Daggett, star hockey player and straight-A student, married Sue Oblonski three months after graduation.

Jimbo had been intending to start university that fall but instead found himself work lumberjacking. It was hard work that filled his days with rote activity that took his mind of the wife who was already well settled into married life. Her parents had set them up in a small house with a bit of land and Sue entertained her high school friends and grew larger and waited to be a mother while Jimbo went out every day to earn a living doing the hardest work he could find. He hadn't taken this job because it was the only thing he find. He was bright and handsome and had had a few offers to work in sales and a couple of office jobs but he didn't want to be cooped up all day. Besides he had worked hard in high school to keep in shape for sports and was strong as an ox and didn't want to loose his work by sitting on his ass all day and eating Micky D's out of boredom and frustration. He saw what became of his father and his pals as they settled into middle age and he wasn't about to let that happen to him. As for money the lumberjacking paid damned good so nobody could say that he wasn't providing well.

If those had been his only reasons for taking this job he would have been just fine with life. Sue was ok and he savored the idea of being a daddy. But Jimbo was carrying around a secret that he hadn't even admitted to himself. All those years of sports had been both boon and bane for him. He had loved the physical acts of sportsmanship; loved getting out onto a field or the rink to pummel or be pummeled by the other guys. It was all part of the game and the other guys seemed to like it too so he felt a-ok playing all the games he could. It was the locker rooms that made him uneasy. Gathering before a game or practise with the others, undressing, showering, playing all the boy tricks with the snapping towels. And the constant talk of sex since they had all reached an age old enough to pay attention to their cocks and what they might be used for. Jimbo had been a boys' boy and was never taken for anything other than one of the guys. He had led winning teams and had played all the tricks and been the recipient been the recipient of some ofthe good and the bad natured fun. He took whatwas dished out and gave back a fair share of his own butnever did he feel quite right when faced with teammatesundressed or wrestling on a slick shower floor with one ofthem. Something about their bodies and their dispositionsmade him squirm inside with an undefined wanting forsomething that he couldn't put a finger on.

Yet he was never really troubled much at the conscious level. He dated a few a girls that he liked a lot. When he was 15 he had lost his virginity with Lisa on the livingroom floor of her parents house while they were out at a party. Other girls had spread their legs for this clean-cut jock and even more had tasted his come. In the locker rooms he had wowed his friends with the size of his cock. It had started its journey to hugeness when Jimbo was eleven along with the rest of him. By the time he was fifteen his cock was a an 11 incher and he had a great rug of blonde fur on his chest. He was shaving daily and proudly kept a neat mustache. All the sports did wonders on his body, keeping him fit and muscular with only a little extra time with weights. So he didn't worry much about himself or his odd feelings. His peers respected him and the girls usually gave him what he wanted.

Now he had graduated from high school with a pregnant wife and a job. He wouldn't have admitted to himself that he was restless, or that he was bitter that his chance at college had been doomed by drunken indiscretion. He went to work every day and zapped the big pines to ease his frustration. Coming home at night he would toss back a few beers with the guys from work on occasion. Sue was wrapped up in the fantasy of motherhood and happy family and wanted him around as much as possible and Jimbo did like her ok and felt that she deserved some respect. She had given up her chance at college as well. It wasn't as if she hadn't been taking the pill. She was just as surprised to find herself pregnant as he had been when she'd told him.

Jimbo liked the work he was doing. It paid well enough that he and Sue had most of the things that they wanted so married life wasn't filled with tedious arguments about money or spending. The best of the job was, he had to admit to himself, the guys he worked with. They were a lot of burley rugged men who took to their jobs like fish to water. Most of them had been doing the work for many years and showed it in the strong bodies and fearlessness with the powerful equipment it took to fell the great trees. They were rough and friendly at the same time. They would scream profanity at the trees and at each other yet always made time to show Jimbo the ins-and-outs of the work and were more patient that not. Most of them were single, having taken to the lumberjacking life for the relative freedom and the pay. Middle aged and lonely they would spend most of their off hours drinking in the bars with each other, looking for the occasional pretty woman to woo into bed. Of the many men that Jimbo worked with their were a few he had a special liking for. They were younger than the rest but still a few years older than himself. In their early twenties, unattached mostly, except for Paul, who like Jimbo had a wife and a kid on the way to make 6 altogether. It was these guys that Jimbo would go with to the bars after work. It was a striking crew of them sitting at he bar in flannel shirts, dirty chinos or jeans, making crude jokes about the girls or work or the older pot-bellied lumberjacks. They accepted him without question as a strong and capable worker, one who kept up with his share of the work. Jimbo would be squeezed between two of these guys at the crowded bar and drink a few and ignore the hardness in his pants, assume it was the product of fatigue and the JD he was gulping down. These men were so much like the jocks he had palled around with in high school and he would feel that unfocused longing sitting in the bar and it would become acute as he drove home afterwards with his hand massaging his hard-on. The sleeping desire was waking slowly and Jimbo began to know that these men were more than just pals t him. They brought to front all kinds of feelings that he wasn't sure he wanted to know about.

Jimbo would massage his cock and his mind would turn to Paul who always sat close to Jimbo at the bar so he could talk to him over the jukebox. Paul would always joke about the guys on those occasions when the work got to so heavy that they would lodge nearby the area they were to clear. He said in so many words that they would bunk together and the sounds they made weren't sleeping sounds. Jimbo would blush and ask just what Paul meant. " Those guys will do each other the sheets", Paul said. " Do each other?", Jimbo had asked. " Yeah, they give each other the old one-two, make their
own logs a little happier...You know what I mean?",
he answered with a curious look. " U-huh, I know...I just never thought these guys were like
that." " Man, most of them don't have ladies so they take what
they can get...I don't blame anyone for getting his rocks
as long as it don't hurt no nobody."

Jimbo thought about these words as he was driving home one Friday night with his increasingly calloused hand buried in his crotch rubbing his boner. It wasn't just Paul's words that had him this hard. It was the feel of his breath in his ear as talked about these things so matter- of- factly. It was the smell of Paul, so near he could smell his beer breath and body odour and the trees on him. It was his warmth that would ooze from him like sitting next to a small open fire. Every time the door opened the breeze would blow his warmth over Jimbo ever so lightly. It was the smile on Paul's face that spoke of friendship, commaraderie. Jimbo was beside himself trying to figure out why these things gave him such a hard-on, aroused him so that he had to jerk-off like a school boy while driving home to his wife who was pregnant with what he hoped would be his son. He knew and he didn't know and for now he would just let himself come in his pants with Paul's face and feel in his mind. He had his cock firmly grasped in his hand jerking it slowly slowly through the cloth of his denims. Half-watching the road as his attention grew closer to the explosion that was about to make a mess of his jeans. His hand didn't stop it's motion for a second as he sped onto his exit, home only a few minutes away. He could feel the cotton briefs scraping against the head and the shaft. His nuts were drawn-up tightly against his body, his breathing grower heavier. The harsh feeling against his cock was bringer him ever closer. His hand got hotter and fuller as his load made its dash for escape up the long shaft and into his jockeys. A short distance from his front door he felt the wetness flood his crotch and he groaned loudly to the interior of the car. The load was a big one, he hadn't shot in many weeks because Sue was too big to be comfortable with any kind of sex. Jimbo attributed the sudden horniness to this fact and put the though of Paul out of mind as he made his way into the house and the john to wash away his guilty load.

Jimbo started to frequent the bar with the guys even more often, getting drunker each time out. He would sit with Paul most of the time but to avoid his feelings he would often wander over to some of the other men to chat, or play a forbidden game of Quarters with a bottle of whiskey the barmaid begrudgingly sold them. They spent too much money for the owners to complain about an illicit game or two. With his wife moving nearer childbirth he felt the weight of his responsibilities more acutely, so drowned his misgivings in the whisky. Paul would listen to him ramble about his fears of fatherhood, his fear of failure. Then he would offer some advice from his years of being father and husband. Jimbo liked that Paul could be so understanding, it made him feel even closer to the man. Drunk and horney Jimbo would relish these talks and repeated his jerking-off ritual each night he left the bar for home. Drunk, Jimbo could let his feeling for Paul make its way to the surface of his mind. Driving along the back road his cock in his hand, his imagination would come alive. He could see Paul naked. His dark hair spread everywhere hair could be. He could see Paul's big arms and one large veined hand gripping a monster prick., one bigger even than Jimbo's massive 12 inches. That cock must be as hard and handsome as the rest of Paul. He could see clearly how Paul stroked it with one hand, while the other hand would cusp his hairy nuts. The hand on his nuts would dance slowly over them to produce a delicious tingle that broke him out in goose bumps. Jimbo would watch him in his mind take slow hard strokes on his cock until he would start grunting in pleasure and then the strokes would go more quickly ending in a blast of juice that would land on Paul's face, spotting his mustache and beard with pearly white streams. Paul would lick out whatever his tongue could reach. It was at this point in his fantasy that Jimbo would shoot his own load, not allowing his mind to fantasy to wander any farther. Home, he would pass out in bed and deny the thoughts as he made his way to work in the morning.

Not long after Sue gave birth to James Jr. in the spring Jimbo turned off the drinking and the bar and Paul, as best he could. A sudden warm thought would from time to time seep to the surface but Jimbo was too taken with his new son to pay much mind. Sue was quick to recover from a fairly easy childbirth and gleefully resumed her sex life with her studly old man. Jimbo's nightly games of pocket pool were no longer needed. The whisky driven fantasies had ceased without the whisky. Work had reached a fever pitch of activity so he was often exhausted when he got home, eating a supper and settling in with Sue for a night of sex or cuddling. The baby, making his nightly demands, kept both of them feeling useful and tired.

In the Spring the trees were easier to deal with and the weather less fierce, so the work got to be grueling. Many of the men traveled long distances to make it to work and didn't leave until very late. The camp manager decided to open the cabin only a few miles away for those men who would like to avoid the long drives and the exhaustion of not getting enough rest. The cabin, used seldomly, was in need of cleaning and repairs to make it tolerable for the men. While it was voluntary to stay there the manager did not make the cleaning detail voluntary. Jimbo, being being the newest man on crew, was selected for this not only because of his newness but because the crew manager felt he could use the extra bucks with a kid at home. For the same reason he also chose Paul to partner with Jimbo. On the next Saturday they were to get it ready for the lumberjacks to use as soon as Monday.

That night Jimbo joined the guys at the bar for a few to take the edge off. He also needed to make plans with Paul for the coming Saturday; what supplies to bring, time, who was driving with who. Paul offered to pick Jimbo up so that his wife would have use of the car. Paul's truck would also allow them to stay the night if they had to since it was covered. The cabin might take more work than they could get done in one day and if it wasn't livable for the others in one day then they would definitely be better off with the truck to sleep. All the materials they needed they would get by voucher at the K-Mart before they left Saturday morning. Paul said that in the past the crew manager had also slipped an extra fifty bucks to the guys on this detail to feed themselves and get some beer or whatever. Jimbo was glad to hear that believing he would definitely need something to get him through this ordeal. As soon as he heard that he and Paul had been picked for this job he felt a great swarm of butterflies take flight in his stomach. Part dread and part unadmitable hope had joined in his brain. He was stuck and was going to make the best of it.

Saturday came all too soon and at the grim hour of six a.m Paul pulled into Jimbo's driveway. Sue had gotten up with Jimbo at five to make breakfast for the boys and Paul and Jimbo sat down to a neal of bacon and eggs and waffles before heading out. First stop was the bar to pick up a a couple fifths of bourbon and a case of Bud. Next they hit the K-Mart for cleaning supplies, shovel, broom, etc. Then to the grocery store for a couple days worth of eats: pork chops, corn-on-the-cob, steaks, potatoes, and some bottled water. Stocked up and with Paul's grill in the truck they headed to the cabin.

Driving along Paul said, "Man, I have a an extra special
little treat for us." "Oh yeah? What?", Jimbo asked. "My old lady's brother has a connection to the best Thai
you'll ever see, taste, touch, or feeeeel", he said
drawing out the last word with an impish grin on his face. "Thai? Jesus, I haven't been stoned since high school." "Well, your overdue buddy."

Jimbo was thinking about the last time he had smoked pot and it came to Jimbo that it was the night that he had gotten Sue pregnant. He didn't share this fact with Paul, but it made him think about the erotic feelings that were unleashed when he toked. He had been so horney that night he would boffed anything. The thought made him squirm knowing that he had had more than one jerk-off session with fantasies of Paul. He vowed to himself that he wouldn't let these feelings get him into something he would regret. Paul was a pal and nothing more. In fact, Paul would probably freak if he knew what thoughts went on with Jimbo. So, Jimbo let the feeling go and talked to Paul about other things. They both followed the basketball season, and their were the kids, wives, work to talk about. Time passed and sooner than they expected they turned onto the road that led to the cabin. In short order they pulled into the clearing in front of the cabin. "What a fucking DUMP", Jimbo opined. "It's not the Ritz, but its all ours till Monday",
Paul replied. Jimbo looked around. "Is that an outhouse?" "Fuckin-A." "Damn, we oughta get started if we expect to have time
to eat sometime this weekend." They went into the cabin to see what had to be done. It wasn't nearly as bad it had seemed outside. It had bunks enough to sleep 12 people, a kitchen, and a dining/living area with chairs, a couple couches, large table. It had been a year or more since anyone had occupied it so it was filthy from the weather making it in through broken windows and a hole in the roof. The last crew that had resided in the cabin had left without cleaning the dishes. The bunks were covered with useless bedclothes. The floors were soiled with droppings from various animals that made their way inside to escape the cold. The guys had their work cut out for them. After the survey of the damage they went to retrieve the supplies and split up the chores. Paul had some carpenter experience so he went about the business of fixing the windows, covering them plywood since they hadn't thought to bring glass with them. The stove was wood-burning and Jimbo got some large clean pots and filled them water to do the dishes. Along with the work went the beer. It was noon when they started and by dark they had finished the better portion of the work and all of a case of beer. A little drunk and feeling smooth the two men put away their mops and tools and prepared dinner on the grill that Paul had brought. Steaks well-done with corn-on-the-cob were extra tasty after a day of hard work and, of course, a couple jays of Thai didn't hurt their appetite either. Inside the cabin they had set the table with paper plates, plasticware, and a kerosine lamp since their were was no electricity to help light the place. As the steaks sizzled slowly on the grill Jimbo and Paul sat on the warm grass and fallen pineneedles passing a thick joint back and forth. Jimbo was feeling fine with the smoke, letting his body rest and his thoughts wander. All day he had worked like a madman to keep his mind clear of the closeness of Paul. Despite his best effort he had found his eyes wandering to Paul's body as Paul had worked. Paul hadn't been at it long before his shirt had come off to combat the heat and the sweat. Jimbo hadn't seen him this fully before. He'd seen his cock in the john at the bar while they pissed at adjacent urinals, but he had seen never his upper body. Paul's chest was covered in heaps of fine soft hair that thinned into a straight line of hair that travelled down his stomach to disappear into the waistline of his jeans. Years of working the forest had developed his frame with hard, well-defined muscle tone. His every move sent ripples through his arms, chest, back. His stomach was smooth without the body builder washboard effect but it too was hard as a rock.

Paul was lying on his back seeing the first stars and falling into the spell of the weed. His hands were laying over his chest covering his nipples but small hairs poked through the fingers. Jimbo, when he glanced over could see them glisten with the last sweat of the day. It had been a hot day but the night was bringing the temperature down rapidly to tolerable levels and he was afraid that Paul would put his shirt back on if it got too cold. Every few minutes Paul got up to inspect he steaks and veggies and Jimbo would groan within at Paul's gracefulness. But as they lay side by side on the grass with the Thai pumping them full of gentle euphoria Jimbo just mellowed to the presence of this man he felt such longing for. The grass did it tricks to time and Jimbo felt every moment like it was eternity and he was fully happy on one level of his desire. He was near and alone with this man he so admired and vowed again to himself to not make choices that would endanger that nearness.

Sooner than either would have liked the meal was ready. They carried the sizzling steaks to the table inside and lit he lamp as it was fully dark now. The rest of the meal came as well as more beer and the beginning of the bourbon. Paul mixed a wicked pair of boiler-makers in twenty-two once plastic cups and they sat to eat and get royally fucked-up. The booze was a whopper on top of the Thai and helped to preserve the buzz that the food was sure to diminish. The guys wolfed down the meat and corn in quick order, working now more furiously on the drinks that they kept pouring for themselves. The lamp was in the middle of the table and the two men sat opposite each other. Paul rolled the rest of the herb into fat joints that started to be passed as soon as the meal was over. "I am just zonked", Paul said. "Uhhhm...me too", Jimbo replied, watching Paul stretch to clear his head. "Let's go back out. It's too damned hot in here."

Outside the grill gave off a small glow from the smoldering charcoal, but it was mostly dark as the two found a place on the grass. It was damp with dew wetting their bottoms and legs as they sat on it. Not that they cared, leaning back all the way getting their backs and arms wet as well. The night air was cooler but still too uncomfortable for a lot of clothes, which made Jimbo happy. Paul was just a shadow now but Jimbo knew he was naked to the waist. His torso outlined in the dim light from the quarter moon. Lying back Jimbo felt a great wallop from the bourbon and grass. He sighed into the night, feeling weightless in the dark. Just as he remembered from his teens the pot was working on his libido. He felt acutely the rise in his cock. It was rubbing against the fabric of his jeans in a not unpleasant way. Absentmindedly he reached down to adjust the hardness into a more comfortable position. All day he had kept his shirt on out of some superstitious notion that removing it might lead to more than he was ready for Now he sat up a little to tug it off in the darkness. Hesighed again at how good it felt to feel the little breeze on his torso. The sweat on his chest meeting the breeze chilled him some, but he welcomed it after the long hot day. "I thought you would have done that a long time ago" Paul said. "What?" "Taken that shirt off. I can't take being too hot. Shit,
when I'm home I don't wear *anything* if I can help it." "It wasn't so hot today", Jimbo muttered. "You know what?", Paul said with a giggle,"I think i'm
going to loose these pants too." With that he lifted his butt a few inches off the ground to push his pants down around his ankles, kicking them off with his feet. Jimbo knew he was virtually naked now but it was too dark to tell what color Paul's jockeys were. He suspected plain white knowing he usually wore them. This sudden abandoning of pants had a powerful effect on Jimbo. His hardness moved from being merely noticeable to urgent pressure and desire for relief. "Well",he thought,"theres not a damned chance of that right now". He silently urged his cock to desist but it wasn't listening. While these thought were going through his head he got very quiet. His breathing slowing down in an attempt to relax and ignore Paul's sudden nakedness.

"Whatsa matter bud",Paul asked,"you shy?"

This got Jimbo's attention."Kinda", he replied. He was thinking that Paul must be very high if he's ragging me about not getting naked.

"Man you *are* shit faced", Jimbo said with a nervous laugh. "Nah, I just think its cool to be naked in the woods.
Come on Jimbo, try it, you might like it."

Jimbo knew he was in a bind. It would look odd to be uptight with his buddy. Why shouldn't he get naked? It was just the two of them. On the other hand he had a boner to end all boners and this he didn't want Paul to see. Thinking about this a moment he decided to hope for the cover of the dark. In a swift move he had his pants off. It did feel good to be out of them.

"Now isn't that better", Paul queried. "You bet!"

Paul rose to sit on his legs. He scratched his neck and then his balls. Suddenly he was scratching all over.

"Damn grass", he exclaimed, "I shoulda left my shirt on." "Too late for that now, I didn't get bare-assed for you
to cop out now", Jimbo stated. "Your not bare-assed bud. *This* is bare-assed", he said
pulling his shorts down and throwing them a few feet away. "What are you doing?" "Getting in touch with nature"

Jimbo was completely shocked by this move. Did Paul want him to follow suit? His thoughts were racing around this question as well as his complete focus on Paul's shadowy cock. The dick was was at half-mast but Paul was seemingly oblivious to his own hardness. Jimbo on the other hand was hard as a rock. He had a large calloused hand covering his prick or at least as much of it as one hand could. Paul had his attention on something else or probably nothing but the feel of the cool air on his skin. High, he was just a receptacle for sensation; a place where all the good feelings came together. Jimbo was just starting to relax when Paul turned to him with a grin that spoke volumes.

"Come on man, lose the shorts. I don't wanta be buck all alone".

Jimbo made a decision not to take his shorts off. He was too hard and he was kidding himself if he thought there was too little light for Paul to notice.

"Tough", he said,"it wasn't my idea to prance around in
my birthday suit!"

Paul's expression changed. Dramatically. His grin went from mischievous to deeply wicked. He let out a Banshee yell that could have woke the dead and pounced on Jimbo. The attack was swift and pointed. He had a patch of Jimbo's short in one hand and Jimbo's arms pinned with the other hand and his body as he sat on his chest. With one strong tug the shorts ripped free. Paul howled in triumph.

"Gotcha guy!", he yelled with a burst of laughter.

Jimbo was still pinned. He was looking up into Paul's smiling face; hearing his good humor and playfulness. He responded with a spontaneous outpouring of tears. The boy-man was too overwhelmed with his emotions: his love of Paul, his fear of rejection, his absolute attraction, his abhorrence of his homosexuality. It was all too much and he layed there and wept silently. He turned his head to the side so that Paul wouldn't see the tears streaming down his face.Paul slid off him when he realized that Jimbo wasn't seeing this as fun. He had seen the beginning of the tears. Paul was not an insensitive man despite the work he did and the the life he'd chosen. He knew that something was happening inside Jimbo's head that needed to be taken seriously. He sat on the ground next to Jimbo's long form. Clearing his throat a little he asked, "Did I go too far buddy? I'm really sorry." Jimbo was recovering some from the surprise and the overload on his feelings, still he layed there silently. He knew Paul must have felt his boner when he was yanking the shorts off his body. What did he think? He was being very cool right now, trying to not aggravate Jimbo any more, but what about later? When they returned to work and the nights out at the bar. Jimbo didn't know if he could ever really face Paul again.

Paul didn't say anything after he apologized to Jimbo. He thought he had a clue why he was so upset. He *had* felt the erection. He knew that herb made lots of guys horny including himself, But it didn't make you break into tears over a little playfulness. He realized that Jimbo must be turned on to him, and didn't want him to know. It didn't take much to put two and two together. He was pretty sure that his buddy had a raging hard-on for him. Paul was wasn't sure what he should do. His thoughts moved to his boyhood and life with four older brothers and the sex play between him and them. He thought of the friends he had in high school and their after school high-jinks.in one or the others basements. Jacking each other off and the younger boy who would let them all fuck him in the cellar for a chance to be with the bigger kids and maybe get a little pot too. That was a long time ago it seemed to Paul. He had married and had kids. He wasn't ashamed of his homosexual interludes as a teenager. Hell, his brothers and his buddiesdid it, they had introduced him to it. But Paul thoughtof it as a thing of the past, not really an option for theman he had grown up to be. Yet,here was Jimbo with a hard-on for him. Paul also gave thought to the fact that Jimbo was not more than a kid despite the wife and son and the hard work he did to keep his family as well off as possible. He knew that Jimbo's boyhood had been cut short and he felt for him. It was one of the reasons he had gone to the trouble of befriending him. Why he had spent a little too much for the extras on this job. The Thai had cost him more than he could really afford.

Without getting up Paul looked around for the bottle of Jack that they had taken outside with them. He spied it a couple of yards away and moved to get it. The bottle was more than half empty when Paul uncapped it and downed a big gulp. He set the bottle in front of Jimbo's face silently. He moved away again to get his pants. The cigarette pack was still in the pocket with the last two joints still hidden among the Marlboros. He retrieved one and lit it with a match. Taking a long hard drag centered him a little. He moved the jay to Jimbo's mouth. He didn't say a word as he put the smoking thing between Jimbo's lips. Jimbo gripped the joint with his lips and pulled a stream of hot smoke into his lungs as Paul held onto the joint. Jimbo took a swig of the bourbon to clear the cotton from his mouth. They repeated the ritual several more times until the joint was finished. Jimbo never faced Paul while smoking this peace offering. He could only think about what an odd gentle gesture this was and in his shame he was uninclined to speak. Paul had a made a decision of his own in the last few minutes. He wanted Jimbo as relaxed as he could be in his obvious fear. If Paul was right this would be a new loop in his relationship with Jimbo.

Paul stretched his arm around Jimbo's naked waist from the side where he still sat. Jimbo tensed but continued to say nothing. Paul turned him onto his back and looked down into his eyes. He saw confusion and pain in them.

"Jimbo?....its alright man. Don't get hung up.
You dig me don't you?" He nodded a yes. "I'm gonna give you what you want but you can't tell anyone
ever...ok?" He nodded again. His breath was coming in short bursts. Never would have he imagined this outcome. It was absurd and yet he wanted it more than he could he possibly say. His cock which had softened after his underwear had been ripped off was now moving toward new tumescence. He even managed a weak grin. Paul moved his hands to Jimbo's chest. The nipples poking through the matt of fur came between two fingers on each of Paul's hands. He rubbed them gently and felt them get harder. His right hand continued with one nipple as the left made a circle across Jimbo's chest and stomach. Where ever his hand wandered the skin broke into gooseflesh. Jimbo sighed and closed his eyes. The touch was un-fucking-believable. His nipple was tingling and he could feel the touch everywhere. Damn, he thought, even my teeth are tingling.The other hand was making slow sweeps over his whole body. Jimbo felt his cock like he never had before. Its swelling had all his attention. Paul was sitting over his legs now and Jimbo's cock poking him in thebelly whenever he bent over to stroke some portion of hischest or face. Likewise Jimbo could feel Paul's cock ticking his stomach. It was big but Jimbo marvelled how much larger his own cock was. He thought of the those of the locker rooms scenes briefly.

Paul was doing his best to arouse Jimbo. He knew what felt good to himself and he knew that he made love to his wife with some skill. He turned over this knowledge to Jimbo with every touch. Jimbo's bucking hips showed he was doing a swell job. He would semi-lay on Jimbo while stroking him. The pressure on Jimbo's cock and the touch of his stomach made Jimbo acutely aware of his hardness and he press his dick into the warm flesh and hair of Paul's belly. Each time he would groan in pleasure and frustrations both. Just this so smooth touching of his body was making him ache to come. His balls had drawn up as soon as his nipples has been touched. Now he was in a near frenzy to shoot, but Paul was still doing fine things to him with his hands, He hadn't even touched Jimbo's cock yet. Jimbo was bucking his cock at Paul with increasing agitation. "Relax guy, we're just getting started." With that he slid off Jimbo's legs and moved to his side. He bent down to Jimbo's chest and with a wet tongue began to lick a firm tit. Again the hands began to work. One hand making travels over the skin while the other tweaked the parallel nipple. Paul went on like this for several minutes, his tongue working the nipple until it was coated in saliva and Jimbo was squirming. Paul switched nipples and now his chest was draped over Jimbo's. Jimbo could feel Paul's hairy torso, hot and a little sweaty. Paul slowly worked a hand down his buddy's body until it rested on his abdomen making small circles around the navel. Never letting the nipple alone his hand made its way to the furry space just above Jimbo's ever swelling member.He stroked the hairs like he was feeling a fine piece of cloth. He pointedly avoided the hardness just below his fingers;ignored Jimbo's growls of pleasure and need. Instead he explored the crevices between the thighs, Lightly touching the fine hair he found there, so different from the wiry pubics that it could have belonged to a different person. In the dim light Paul glanced at the cock that was so near to hand. At the tip was an amazingly big drop of pre-come. In fact the whoel head of the prick was glistening in the moonlight with the slickness escaping Jimbo's cock. Paul used one finger to touch the very tip of the his friend's tool. Ever so lightly he touched it so that his fingertip gathered a small spot of Jimbo's leakage. He put the finger to his tongue. He had tasted his own come before. Sometimes he would lick it from his fingers after jerking-off had tasted it on his wife. Jimbo's was really not very different, maybe a little sweeter. Jimbo saw this amazing action and sensed what might be to come. He let out a whimper of delight. He had been passive all this time, enjoying the exploration of his form. Now he moved to reciprocate a bit. His focus was narrowed by curiosity to Paul's cock. He recalled the locker room scenes, the awkwardness with the other boys. He'd always known that he wanted to reach out to those cocks if only to know what they felt like. Now he was gripping the manhood of the best friend he had ever known. It felt good and strange and familiar all at the same time. Paul acknowleged the touch by moving his cock inside Jimbo's fist in quick jerks. Paul lost the last of his inhibitions and began to take small leaps down Jimbo's body with his tongue. His mouth was full of hair as he licked the crevice between the pects. The soft hair was a road for his lips and tongue to travel. It led in a straight path toward the stomach where it stretched out into a wide lake for Paul to take deep draughts. Jimbo kept a firm grip on the cock in his hand while Paul pursued his journey. Jimbo could feel the wet trail down his torso as the light breeze dried it slowly. The tickling tongue sent shivers through him. Soon he was shivering all over with euphoria and expectation. Nothing in his knowledge of sex could have prepared him for this. The adolescent girls who taken his cock had no savvy; no sense of adventure. Sue had long ago given up trying to suck his cock. The last of his growth had come after their marriage and she no longer attempted his big dick. Here was Paul only inches from taking him. Paul disengaged his own cock from Jimbo's hand to turn himself to a position where he could face the cock he had every intention of taking down his virgin throat. He was almost ready and he knew that his buddy was never going to be more ready. When he first turned he had taken a position on his knees and legs, standing straight on his knees.Resting his hands on Jimbo's belly he smiled down at him. "This ain't bad is it", he asked. "You want me to do it, don'tya?" Jimbo reached up and stroked Paul's face and chest. "Please" Paul backed up a few inches and lowered his head to just above his buddies fiercely erect cock. His tongue licked at the head tentatively. He tasted again the pre-come that had oozed out earlier. He was somewhat disturbed by the size but commited to following through none the less. Taking a deep breath he brought as much of the cock into his mouth as possible. At that Jimbo let go an amazing growl of absolute awe and rapture. None of his covert fantasies had prepared him for the bliss that was rising from his groin. Paul had taken the stunningly large cock right down to the balls. In an act of sheer will Paul had found some physical ability he had never guessed. This was easier than he could have imagined. Once he had his friends manhood buried in his in his throat he started to work on it with his tongue at the base. His hard fingers tickled at Jimbo's balls and occasionally a finger would snake its way to the opening of his ass and gently apply pressure. Then it would tickle around the wrinkled edge making the fine hair rise with goosegumps. One hand was moving from one of Jimbo's nipples to the other, first squeezing then rubbing. Esch of these delicious touches hardened Jimbo's cock yet more. Paul changed his technique and started to give the big demon of a cock slow licks with the tip of his tounge. The wedge of tongue moved to cover every inch. Then he swallowed it whole again and began in earnest to suck, moving his wet warm mouth and tounge and lips up and down the shaft paying special attention to the head on every piston. Jimbo was bucking his hips furiously in near primal ecstasy. He didn't wan't to hurt Paul or force more more on him than he could bear but it just it felt so damn good that he found his body reacting almost without his control. And that finger that had found its way into his rectum was wiggling, and producing a sensation that he had never ever dreamed of. No one had ever put anything up there. The one or two girls who had tried had been rebuffed, but now he gladly let the digit move and work its way around. The finger was soon joined by another an his cock grew painfully erect. He wanted to shoot his load and his romping hips were nearly spastic, but Paul wouldn't increasse the pace to the level that would have been to sure to bring Jimbo to completion. Instead he slowed down even more nearly torturing Jimbo with the desire to come. Jimbo barely felt the third finger make its way into him. He was absorbed with the infuriating and impossibly blissful action on his dick. When Paul found his prostate though he thought he jump out of his skin. Jimbo completely stiffened in surprise and joy. Paul realized what he had found and removed his mouth from Jimbo's cock to prolong the pleasure. He twirled his fingers slowly inside Jimbo' ass. Jimbo lifted his legs without thinking to Paul's shoulders in order to let those fingers make thier way without obstuction. Paul was on his knees staring down into Jimbo's enraptuted face and his fingers moved wickedly around inside his buddy. His other hand was stroking his own cock which was as hard as it was when he was a horney teenager getting off in the morning for his first jerk-off of the day. He bent over and kissed Jimbo a little and edged closer to him. His cock was only a couple of inches from his busy fingers. With the free hand he lifted Jimbo from under the small of his back and slowly removed his fingers. Jimbo made a deep complaning sound. Paul smothered it with another kiss and spit a clear stream into his palm. He coated his ccok with the spittle and then repeated the action, this time forcing the wetness into Jimbo's ass. Jimbo grew very quiet and let all the tension leave his body. His darkest secretest dream was about to see the realization. As Paul brought Jimbo's ass level with his cock Jimbo put his hands on Paul's back and stroked lightly, giving Paul unspoken permission to go ahead. Paul's cock made a brief sharp pain as it entered his ass. Jimbo threw his head back as far as it would go and moved the cock all the way inside. The union was complete. Paul used his every technique to keep the strokes going as long as possible. He felt strong and good as brought Jimbo to a shuddering orgasm. Jimbo's cock lasted only a few minutes as Paul's lovemaking brought him the completeness he had barely dared envision. His entire book shook as his orgasm took him. The come shot in white ropes acoss his stomach and chest and face. He shouted in tumultuous cries of release and joy. Paul increaed his tempo till he too could no longer hold back the ache for release. In forcefull strokes he brought his need to an end and shot a load deep inside Jimbo's quivering ass,the ring of his sphincster still tight from his explosive orgasm. Paul released his load and the last inhibitions he would ever have about this form of pleaure. With a deep sigh he lowered his body ontop of Jimbo, his cock still part-way inside of his buddy -- the best buddy he would ever have he thought to himself as Jimbo wrapped his legs around him more intimately. The two men, exhausted, a little drunk still, fell asleep.

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