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— Originally published in Inches
magazine - March, 2002 —
What the
wife can't swallow, your buddy can.
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"Need any
help, buddy?"
The masculine, baritone voice startled me. I turned around. A muscular
man in his late twenties, with a dark crewcut and wearing a white
T-shirt and olive-green military fatigues, stood on my front porch. He
looked to be in his late twenties. Damn, was he hot, I thought as I
eyeballed him from head to toe. My dick began to stir.
"Name's Brad Rinehart," he said, offering me his burly right hand in a
sign of friendship. "Sergeant Brad Rinehart. I'm stationed over at the
Marine base and I live next door. Thought I'd come over and introduce
myself to my new neighbor."
"Great!" I answered. "Name's Craig Russell. Glad to finally see someone
move into that vacant house. Young people in the neighborhood have been
using the place to party. Must be a real mess, huh?"
"Yeah," Brad said, standing at ease. "That's why the landlord's letting
us have it cheap. We got to clean up the place. A lot of shit all
around. Mostly from the old woman that used to live there."
"Yeah, I can imagine." I pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my shirt
pocket, lit one and offered it to him.
"Thanks, man." Brad took the cigarette and inhaled deeply. "My wife
don't like for me to smoke. But I do it anyway, sometimes, in secret.
Know what I mean?" He winked at me and smiled. "A guy's gotta have a
private life, even though he's married!"
"I'm not married," I answered, inhaling. "I got all the private life I
can handle!"
"Lucky dog!" He slapped me on my back and nearly knocked me over. "I'll
bet you got chicks over here every night of the week! "
Shit! What would this dude do if he knew I was gay?
"Uh... naw. I got to get up early in the morning and go to work."
"That's fuckin' too bad man! Wish I was single again!" He began to grind
his hips. "Why, I'd be banging every pussy that walked by!"
"Brad!" The call came from Brad's place.
"Oh, shit!" he whispered and hastily put out his cigarette. "The queen
of the pussies calleth!"
"What'cha doin' over there?" A buxom barefoot bleached blonde in cut-off
shorts stood on Brad's front porch. Two corn-colored kids were holding
unto her pale legs. "You been smokin' again, honey?"
"Just introducing myself to our new neighbor. Be right over," he called
to her. Then, he turned back to me. "Sorry Craig," he winked again. "I
need to get back home. I'll talk at ya later, man!"
The following Sunday Brad banged on my front door, and woke me out of a
deep nap. "Yeah," I said, rubbing my eyes.
"Debbie wants to know if you wanna come over tonight for supper. She's
makin' fried chicken."
"Uh, sure," I yawned. "What time do you want me to be there?"
"Around six. And be hungry!" He winked again.
At six p.m., I stood on Brad's porch and rang the doorbell. Debbie opened
the door and invited me in. She was wearing shoes today.
"So you finally showed up!" Brad exclaimed, as he came out of the
bathroom wearing only a skimpy white towel around his waist. He
approached me grinning and shook my hand. He was still wet from
showering. The beads of water glistened on the abundant dark curly hair
of his perfectly chiseled chest. His muscular legs were covered with the
same fur, only shorter. If Debbie hadn't been in the room, I would have
fallen to the floor right away and worshipped my new god. My dick was
hard. "'Scuse me. I gotta go get dressed," he said, squeezing my
shoulder. "I'll be right back! Just make yourself comfortable over on
the sofa."
Can I come and watch? I thought but said, "Uh, sure, no problem," I stammered, sitting
down. I had to practice some major self-control.
Debbie came out of the kitchen with a huge glass of iced tea. "You see
that hair that Brad's got growing all over him? I sure wish he'd shave
some of it off," she commented, placing the glass on the coffee table in
front of me. "It itches like hell whenever we make love!"
"Uh..."
"I even bought him a big tube of hair-removal cream like I use on my
legs, but he won't even try it out!"
At that moment, Brad came out of the bedroom dressed in a gray sweatshirt
and baggy red jogging shorts. "Damn, Debbie," he said, as he climbed
into the brown recliner in front of me, "I can't believe you're starting
that shit again and with a perfect stranger! Shit!"
"Well, I told you last night I can't take it no more! It itches too
much!"
"Damn, I can't believe this!" Brad was embarrassed. "Ain't you got no
sense of privacy, woman? Stuff like that don't belong out in the open
when company's around!"
'Well, my mama...."
"Your mama ain't got nothin' to do with it, Debbie." Brad slapped his
hand down on the arm of the recliner. "Now just get in the kitchen and
get supper ready!"
Debbie left in a huff. Brad and I were alone in the living room. From
where I was seated, I had full view of Brad's crotch. His legs were
spread open just enough so I could look up his baggy shorts and see his
hairy scrotum. He reached into the left leg of the shorts and slowly
scratched his ball-bag. Was he doing this on purpose?
"Can you believe what I put up with?" he snorted. "What the fuck you'd
think the men in my unit would say if I showed up one day all smooth?
'Hey, look there! Old Sarge went and turned fag on us!' Shit!" I nodded
in agreement and took a sip of iced tea. "So, you got a girlfriend or
something?"
"Naw, like I said a few days ago, I'm totally single." And gay. "I'm
concentrating on my career first."
"Shit!" he shot back. "And like I said a few days ago, if I was single
like you, I'd be shoving my dick into every hole that moved. I'd be
walking around with a hard-on like this all day! Christ, I'm hard just
thinkin' about it." He emphasized his erection by tugging at his shorts,
making them tent out.
"You men can come eat now!" Debbie called, standing in the doorway of
the kitchen, holding a huge platter of fried chicken.
"Well, she does fry up some of the best chicken in South Carolina. Even
if she don't like my chest hair!"
Brad was right about Debbie's fried chicken. It really was the best I'd
ever eaten. After supper, he wanted me to stay and watch a war movie on
the tube with him; Debbie wanted to go to bed. But I was tired and,
besides, I didn't trust myself alone with Brad. I thanked them both for
their hospitality and excused myself. Back home, I got undressed and went
to bed. The peek I had up Brad's shorts made me so horny I couldn't go
to sleep. My dick was raging hard. So I massaged it to get relief.
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Brad invited me over a few more times after that first night. Debbie
started working in the evenings as a waitress at the local diner, and he
hated to be alone. He'd usually put the kids to bed around 7:30 and come
knocking on my door, begging me to come over for a beer and some small
talk. But tonight was a little bit different.
"Hey, Craig!" Brad stood on my front porch wearing his Marine fatigues,
calling in through the screened door, "Can I come in and watch this
video on your TV tonight?"
"Sure. But what about your kids? Don't you have to babysit 'til Debbie
gets off of work?"
"Shit, no! Debbie has a night off and she took the young-uns with her to
her mama's. They won't be home 'til tomorrow. You know, she lives up in
Columbia."
"No problem, man," I said, opening the door. "So come on in." He
immediately made himself' comfortable on my sofa. I went into the
kitchen and brought out a six-pack of beer. "Did you just get off of
work or something?"
"Yeah," Brad replied. "I had a few things I had to take care of' on the
base. Took longer than I thought. Didn't even have time to shower. So,
don't mind my B.O. I had to stop off and borrow this fuck-film from this
old buddy of mine. Wanna see it?"
"Damn, Brad," I chuckled, "you're getting frisky in your old age! What
would Debbie think if she knew what kind of tape you were watching when
she was out of town?"
"Hell, she's real conservative. You know she wouldn't watch nothing like
this with me — especially not after the fight we had last night!"
"Yeah," I said, popping the cassette into the VCR. I switched on the
small end table lamp and cut off the large overhead light before sitting
down on the sofa. "I heard the ruckus. Sounded like a real knock-down
drag-out to me. I woulda normally called the cops if it was any other
couple. But I didn't want to make it any worse for you, you know?"
"Sorry if it kept you up. It's the usual beef. She didn't wanna have sex
with me again. Damn bitch don't seem to understand that a big healthy
guy like me needs his big balls emptied on a regular basis. Women just
don't seem to understand that. And then, she started in again about
wanting me to shave all over first. Shit! Like I told you before, you
had better be fuckin' glad that you ain't married!"
"I am." I picked up the remote control and pushed Play.
"Damn," Brad exclaimed, popping open a can of beer. "Will you look at
the boobs on that chick! Shit! Would I love to shove my peter between
her tits!"
"Sounds interesting," I answered. After a few minutes the scene
switched, with the same large-breasted blonde on her knees in front of
this big bodybuilder. He was seated on a black leather sofa and she was
blowing him, her head bobbing up and down like a pigeon on his big erect
dick. Brad opened another can of beer.
"Damn!" Brad said, gulping down his liquor. "Would I love to have that
chick blow me like she's blowing him!"
"Yeah, not bad." But I was referring to the bodybuilder.
I glanced over to Brad and noticed that he had his right hand on his
crotch, groping at his cock and balls as he watched the porn flick. I
opened another can of brew and handed it to him. He took it with his
left hand and drank it down in one long swallow. His right hand never
left his crotch.
"You ever had somebody blow you, man?" he asked in a half-whisper.
"Yeah," I responded, "lots of times. Why?"
"Oh, yeah," he sneered. "I forgot. You're single! Shit! Probably get
blown all the time." He grabbed his fourth can of beer. "Shit! I'm so
damn fuckin' horny tonight that I wish I could get a blow-job from
somebody."
"Hey, what would your wife say if she heard you talking like that. I'm
sure she's gone down on you."
"Shit!" Brad laughed. "You really are fuckin' naive! Debbie don't do
that, neither. She ain't never given me a blow-job! If she puts out, all
I get is to dick her in the missionary position. Not only does she say
all my hair bothers her, but she claims my foreskin smells, even though
I shower before I get into bed with her. No way, José, is she gonna take
my dick into her mouth!"
Damn, not only is the bastard hairier than hell, but he's uncut too! "Sorry, man," I said. "I didn't know that it was that bad between the
two of you."
"Yeah." The Marine was chugging down his fifth can of beer by now. "You
got any more beer, man? It takes more'n just a couple of cans before I
get to feeling it." I got up and brought in another six-pack. "Like I
was saying," he continued, breaking open the six-pack, "she just don't
wanna put out. Like, you're a guy, Craig. You must know what I mean. I
stay horny all the time. It's lousy living with a woman that don't like
sex. I get the worst case of blue balls sometimes — all the time."
"Yeah, sure." I glanced down at his crotch again. He was massaging a
long fat piece of sausage that by now extended halfway down his right
thigh.
"Shiiit!" Brad slurred, "Lookee that!"
The bodybuilder was moaning, saying that he was about to unload. The
camera panned into his crotch as the blonde deep-throated his long hard
dick. Suddenly, he yelled out that he was cumming. The blonde released
his swollen cock from her mouth. His dick spasmed and sprayed a rope of
white semen all over her face and hair.
Brad was going wild, like he was watching a football game and his team
had just scored a touchdown.
"Can you believe that she swallowed his dick down to the hair?" Brad was
still massaging his long hard dick through the olive-green cloth of his
trousers. "Damn, that fucker shot a major load all over her fuckin'
face!"
"Yeah," I answered, "not bad!" I was turned-on by the film, too. The beer
had relaxed me by now. I was getting brave. "Damn, Brad," I ventured.
"It looks like you done got yourself a major hard-on there, buddy, and a fuckin' big one!"
"Yeah," he replied, glancing down at his own crotch, "you're damn right!
I am so fuckin' horny right now that I'd shove my dick into any old
hole!"
"You ever had a guy blow you?" I asked in a half-whisper. I was
nervously testing the waters.
"Naw," he belched. "Not into that shit. Why?"
"Just thought since you're so damn horny and Debbie's away and don't put
out, maybe I could service you, man!" Damn! Did I really say that? I
clicked the film back to start.
"You mean you're queer?" His eyes were big now.
"I'm single," I responded and cautiously placed my hand on his hard
member. "And I like to mess around. Only not necessarily with women."
It's out in the open now.
"Hey, buddy!" Brad retorted, "I ain't never had a guy touch my dick
before!"
But he made no effort to remove my hand. Instead, he spread his beefy
legs open and raised his hips up slightly, inviting me to continue. I
began to gently massage his fat, swollen member through the green
material. God, his dick was huge! And it seemed to have a life of its
own. It pulsated as I stroked it.
"You got a nice touch, man!" Brad moaned softly. "You gotta promise not
to tell anybody!" I continued my soft stroking. He was leaking pre-cum.
A wet spot appeared where the head of his long fat dick brushed against
the cloth. "If you tell anyone," he continued, "I will deny it and come
and whip your ass! That's a promise man!"
"I promise."
"Then do me, buddy," he whispered.
I fell on my knees between his spread legs and pressed my face into his
bountiful bulging crotch. A strong odor of unwashed male permeated the
cloth. To me he smelled good, like a real man, and I was drunk with
lust. I opened each button of the Marine's pants with my teeth and
folded the flap back, revealing his white military boxers. I reached
both hands up under his tight T-shirt and began to stroke his washboard
belly, slowly working my way up until I found his hard nipples. I gently
pinched and twisted each one, causing him to groan in pleasure.
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