This is a follow-up to a story a wrote back in June 2005. Please post and paste if you like this installment.
I was at home one evening when my phone rang. I don't usually answer my cell phone, unless I know who is calling, but this number seemed vaguely familiar, so I picked up the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, fag."
"What??? Who is this?"
"This is the guy from the grocery store. Can I come by for a few minutes?"
Several months before I had an encounter with a straight produce manager that works at a grocery store near my home. I had actually left a note on his truck windshield, and when he called me three days later we had a very hot sex session. I hadn't heard from him in months, so I figured it was a one-time experimentation for this very hot straight man.
"Um...sure. Do you remmber how to get to my place?"
"Yes, I'll be there in about ten minutes," he replied. "Be on your knees when you answer the door, fag."
"I'll have the door unlocked," I responded, "just come on in." He hung up without replying.
I took a quick shower, and positioned myself at the front door. A few minutes later I heard a vehicle pull up, and then my door opened. There he stood, well over six feet tall, just as I remembered him. Tall and lanky, brown hair closely cut, and a stern (almost angry) expression on his face.
"Go for it," he said, shoving his crotch in my face. I began mouth his crotch through the fabric of his khaki work pants. I could smell his crotch after a full day of lifting and hauling produce, and I involuntarily moaned. "What is it, fag? Do you like the taste of my pants?"
"No, sir, I like the smell of your body."
"Here," he said, unbuckling his belt, yanking down his zipper, and dropping his pants. "smell me through my shorts. I haven't had a shower since yesterday"
I rooted my face underneath his balls, encased in white briefs. I sniffed and huffed, and moaned. I didn't know his name, so I said "Oh, sir, your crotch smells so good...so masculine." He seemed to like that. He asked me to take him to my bedroom.
When we got there, he stripped, and ordered me to do the same. Soon I was on my knees in front of him again, but this time my face was presented with his big, cut cock with a large bubble of pre-cum on his cockhead. He rubbed it all over my face. "I want you to do what you did last time," he muttered.
"What?" I said, looking up at the intense expression on his face, although I knew what he wanted.
Instead of answering me, he turned around and stuck his ass in my face. "Lick it, queer." I gulped and stared at the broad back that tapered down to a narrow waist with a hairy ass, and lots of hair fanning out of the crack. I stared at this beautiful man offering me his most private part, and he reached back with both hands, spreading his ass open and showing me his asshole. I stuck my face in his ass and inhaled. The smell of sweat, ass funk, and male musk surrounded me. I inhaled deeply.
"Don't just smell it, you nasty fag, eat it." I did. I dove in with my tongue extended and began lapping at his ass like a dog. He sighed when my tongue lapped his hole. I worked my tongue up and down his asscrack, tasting his essence, rolling my tongue around and around his funky asshole. It pulsed as I ate it. I was going crazy with the smell and taste of his ass on my face.
"Lay back, queer, and let me ride your face," he commanded, as he sat, pushing me onto my back and sitting on my face. I thought my nose would break as he ground his ass all over my face, finally concentrating on my tongue up his hole. His hole relaxed and I was able to jam my tongue up inside him. He cursed and called me every thing he could think of. He must have ridden my tongue for twenty minutes before he said, "So, faggot, you ever been ass-fucked?"
"MMMphph," I tried to answer with his ass smothering me. He lifted off me and said "Get on your hands and knees. Now." He may have been a straight man when he walked in the door, but I knew what was coming next. The question was, could I take it.