Off to see Jumbo
I text Jumbo. He was at his country place. You know something about life, when your dealer has a country house. If I wanted to see him, I had to go out to him. Well? Just don’t think about it, I thought, get in the car and go. It isn't that far once you clear the CBD and surrounds.
I’m out shopping at the moment, I will text you when I am home.
Damn! Out shopping. I'm standing at the back door, keys, wallet, glasses in my hands, juggling the key to lock the back door. I might as well just leave anyway, I think, just leave, by the time I get there he will be home.
You'd think in a big city, I'd be able to get a dealer who lives closer.
The trouble with 40kph speed limits is that there are too many dumb cunts out there behind the wheel of a car, who don't know what day it is, let alone possess the ability to deferential the different road speeds, so they just go 40 KPH every where they fucken go. They are so annoying.
I’m out shopping at the moment, I will text you when I am home.
Damn! Out shopping. I'm standing at the back door, keys, wallet, glasses in my hands, juggling the key to lock the back door. I might as well just leave anyway, I think, just leave, by the time I get there he will be home.
You'd think in a big city, I'd be able to get a dealer who lives closer.
The trouble with 40kph speed limits is that there are too many dumb cunts out there behind the wheel of a car, who don't know what day it is, let alone possess the ability to deferential the different road speeds, so they just go 40 KPH every where they fucken go. They are so annoying.
Get out of my way you fuckwhit! I have to drive with my windows closed. Out of the way, coming through, ladies. That's not true, I drive every where with both windows open.
I was halfway out there and I suddenly thought to myself, it is not unheard of for people to shop for hours. What am i going to do out there, if he is hours shopping? Don't think about it. I hope Jumbo isn't out shopping for a new car. I didn't actually ask him.
It is a lovely, sunny day. How much have I had to smoke. Just the two, the last of last weeks pot, this morning. I was up early, that was hours ago.
I'd just got money from the ATM and was back in the car when Jumbo text again. On my way home now.
The Arbath growled as I gunned the accelerator as the engine started. "Woo hoo!" I said to no one in particular. Ready to go.
"God isn't it hot," said Jumbo. He opened the door in his jocks. "I just can't get cool." He's all taut with muscles, Jumbo. Not bulky, and sterioded. Wiry and cut. But he is tall. He has zero body fat, he's toned amazingly, lean, in shape. He's a tough kid though, there is nothing soft about him. His whitey jocks looked like they were many sizes to big. They hung off him. Pulled up on his hips, but low down showing most of his pubes and stump of his cock quite clearly.
"Nice undies, mate," I said.
"You fags never miss any fucken thing," said Jumbo. "What the fuck is wrong with my jocks?"
"You are showing me your cock, buddy," I said.
He looked down at his cock. I looked down at his cock. Nice Thick, what I could see of it. He looked at me looking down at his cock. I looked at him. He laughed. "Fuck it." He pulled the front of his jocks up.
"At least get a pair that fits you."
"I lost weight. I just can't keep the weight on," said Jumbo. "Too many pipes, I am guessing. Besides, I thought you'd liked that, you fag boys. Get a good look at the peen. Here." He pulled the front of his jocks down again, and his beautiful cock fell out. "It's pretty fucken nice." The boy's got a big sausage, and he is not shy. "That's what they tell me." He did that mad laugh again, the one that always shocks me. His cock fell out limply, with a distinctive bend at the end, as though it was coming to life.
I moved towards him. I looked up at him. "Let me suck it then." He pushed up against the front door, I looked him in the eye and didn't flinch. "Then I'll tell you if it is good, or not." I didn't waiver, my face didn't give it away. For a split second, when I said, come on, I was deadly serious. I was half-tempted to reach for it. His face was serious sexy. I didn't flinch. His face was frozen in decision, he was deciding, but it didn't compute, he was seriously making the choice, but it didn't compute. Then I held it for a moment longer. Then I laughed.
His face changed from shocked, I am going to do this...to instant humour, back on ground he knew and trusted. He laughed too.
"You are on the front porch with your cock out, Jumbo."
"Inside," he said.
Great legs and arse. Great torso and shoulders. I walked behind him. The boy's built, in a thoroughbred way. All lean and muscles and sinewy. You don't ever think of Jumbo as clean. He's always got his cock out, dunking it in the cream cheese icing on the carrot cake, just to see how it feels. I always get the impression he is still sticky from his previous sexual encounter.
He pushed down the front of his jocks as he walked in front of me. "Damn you Josh, you made me hard."
We got to the kitchen and he was all business. He clearly had half a a fat. "The usual?"
"The usual."
"You having a good day?" I ask, just to break the tension.
He rummaged around in cupboards. I could see his cock pushing out half erect in a triangle. "Fuck." He ran his hand through his hair. He scratched his balls. "I'm a bit fucken tweaked from last night." He turned to me with something in his hands. "Here."
I was still looking at how fat his shaft was, as something brushed passed my left ear. "You fag boys, none of you can catch."
"I was distracted."
"I had such great hopes for you," said Jumbo. He stepped towards me, his cock bounced under the baggy white material. I looked up, his arms were around me. He hugged me into him. His cock poked into me. "You being the straight," he drew parenthesises on my back, "normal" one.
Now let me get this straight, you big fucking strapping man, I thought, as I was in his arms. His cock pushed up into my abdomen Jumbo is taller than me. You are congratulatory hugging me, for being gayer than gayer after all, when you always thought of me as the easy going straight one. You thought I was putting the gay thing on as an act, presumably, is that the meaning here? My straight mate, dressed only in his jocks, pushing his hardon into me in the process, as we both share a little straight boy moment. Is that what is going on?
He's got big arms and big shoulders, I kind of nestled into him. He hugged me tighter, I began to float. I pulled out, what am I doing?
"If only I could catch, hey?" I said.
"You are a funny bugger." He, surprisingly, reached out for the top of my head and touselled my hair. "Every day is great, Josho. I have beautiful people like you coming to see me every day. Now get out of here, before the two of us have sex."
"God isn't it hot," said Jumbo. He opened the door in his jocks. "I just can't get cool." He's all taut with muscles, Jumbo. Not bulky, and sterioded. Wiry and cut. But he is tall. He has zero body fat, he's toned amazingly, lean, in shape. He's a tough kid though, there is nothing soft about him. His whitey jocks looked like they were many sizes to big. They hung off him. Pulled up on his hips, but low down showing most of his pubes and stump of his cock quite clearly.
"Nice undies, mate," I said.
"You fags never miss any fucken thing," said Jumbo. "What the fuck is wrong with my jocks?"
"You are showing me your cock, buddy," I said.
He looked down at his cock. I looked down at his cock. Nice Thick, what I could see of it. He looked at me looking down at his cock. I looked at him. He laughed. "Fuck it." He pulled the front of his jocks up.
"At least get a pair that fits you."
"I lost weight. I just can't keep the weight on," said Jumbo. "Too many pipes, I am guessing. Besides, I thought you'd liked that, you fag boys. Get a good look at the peen. Here." He pulled the front of his jocks down again, and his beautiful cock fell out. "It's pretty fucken nice." The boy's got a big sausage, and he is not shy. "That's what they tell me." He did that mad laugh again, the one that always shocks me. His cock fell out limply, with a distinctive bend at the end, as though it was coming to life.
I moved towards him. I looked up at him. "Let me suck it then." He pushed up against the front door, I looked him in the eye and didn't flinch. "Then I'll tell you if it is good, or not." I didn't waiver, my face didn't give it away. For a split second, when I said, come on, I was deadly serious. I was half-tempted to reach for it. His face was serious sexy. I didn't flinch. His face was frozen in decision, he was deciding, but it didn't compute, he was seriously making the choice, but it didn't compute. Then I held it for a moment longer. Then I laughed.
His face changed from shocked, I am going to do this...to instant humour, back on ground he knew and trusted. He laughed too.
"You are on the front porch with your cock out, Jumbo."
"Inside," he said.
Great legs and arse. Great torso and shoulders. I walked behind him. The boy's built, in a thoroughbred way. All lean and muscles and sinewy. You don't ever think of Jumbo as clean. He's always got his cock out, dunking it in the cream cheese icing on the carrot cake, just to see how it feels. I always get the impression he is still sticky from his previous sexual encounter.
He pushed down the front of his jocks as he walked in front of me. "Damn you Josh, you made me hard."
We got to the kitchen and he was all business. He clearly had half a a fat. "The usual?"
"The usual."
"You having a good day?" I ask, just to break the tension.
He rummaged around in cupboards. I could see his cock pushing out half erect in a triangle. "Fuck." He ran his hand through his hair. He scratched his balls. "I'm a bit fucken tweaked from last night." He turned to me with something in his hands. "Here."
I was still looking at how fat his shaft was, as something brushed passed my left ear. "You fag boys, none of you can catch."
"I was distracted."
"I had such great hopes for you," said Jumbo. He stepped towards me, his cock bounced under the baggy white material. I looked up, his arms were around me. He hugged me into him. His cock poked into me. "You being the straight," he drew parenthesises on my back, "normal" one.
Now let me get this straight, you big fucking strapping man, I thought, as I was in his arms. His cock pushed up into my abdomen Jumbo is taller than me. You are congratulatory hugging me, for being gayer than gayer after all, when you always thought of me as the easy going straight one. You thought I was putting the gay thing on as an act, presumably, is that the meaning here? My straight mate, dressed only in his jocks, pushing his hardon into me in the process, as we both share a little straight boy moment. Is that what is going on?
He's got big arms and big shoulders, I kind of nestled into him. He hugged me tighter, I began to float. I pulled out, what am I doing?
"If only I could catch, hey?" I said.
"You are a funny bugger." He, surprisingly, reached out for the top of my head and touselled my hair. "Every day is great, Josho. I have beautiful people like you coming to see me every day. Now get out of here, before the two of us have sex."
I couldn't help but laugh. I am sure I blushed. I wasn't expecting that. "Thank you Jumbo, until next time." I was wrong-footed, I was already leaving.
I looked back. He sure is handsome, in a blond surfer kind of way. I had to leave.
I was buzzing when I got back to the car. I was a bit turned on, my cock was tingling and making its presence felt.
It took me 2 hours round trip. I left at 10am. I was back by midday. not bad. Amanda was threatening to come over for afternoon tea.
"I'll have a cake too, love," coo'd Amanda down the phone, first thing this morning. "Nothing from the shop. I don't want anything from the shop. Make your mama a cake, be a good boy."
"I never promised anything."
"See you around 3."
I was going to smoke some meth and have a jack off session to my favourite porn. Right now, it is hot, young straight couples fucking.
And now that has turned to banana cake and tea.
I looked back. He sure is handsome, in a blond surfer kind of way. I had to leave.
I was buzzing when I got back to the car. I was a bit turned on, my cock was tingling and making its presence felt.
It took me 2 hours round trip. I left at 10am. I was back by midday. not bad. Amanda was threatening to come over for afternoon tea.
"I'll have a cake too, love," coo'd Amanda down the phone, first thing this morning. "Nothing from the shop. I don't want anything from the shop. Make your mama a cake, be a good boy."
"I never promised anything."
"See you around 3."
I was going to smoke some meth and have a jack off session to my favourite porn. Right now, it is hot, young straight couples fucking.
And now that has turned to banana cake and tea.
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