Manny - Heat Wave in Arizona (Patreon)

I was 22 and staying at my abuelo’s house in a very small town about 45 minutes southeast of Flagstaff. I’m the first generation of my family born in America, and Abuelo never lets me live it down.

My family couldn’t afford to send me to college, not that I would’ve gone anyway. Abuelo seems to be doing fine on his own, but my mother insisted I stay and help out over the summer. I didn’t really mind, he’s a tough old dog who insists he can do everything himself, which leaves me to basically do as I please.

I took a job with his neighbor down the road who does lawn care and other home maintenance. I was mostly on weedwhacker duty, most people didn’t have much in the way of lawns, but the weeds would get out of control along the edge of houses and rock gardens.

At 22 I had had my fair share of girlfriends. My Mexican heritage had me naturally tan all year long and women loved my silky hair and long eyelashes, not to mention, unlike my American friends, I could eat anything I wanted and never put on an ounce of fat. One thing that was great about working lawn care in the sun was the constant shredding so my muscles were always on display. The downside to having these genes is I was barely able to put on muscle either, but the women still looked at me like sex on a stick.

I don’t know why, but I also loved when I’d be out working in someone’s yard and see the wife or daughter peeking at me through the window. I made a point to take my shirt off often and have it dangling out of my shorts, letting the sweat accent my body even more. I wouldn’t say I have a fetish for exhibitionism, but I wouldn’t say I don’t either, because I always appreciated when someone else let their body be on display too, particularly women but I could appreciate another man's body too.

In July of 1994, Arizona had one of the worst heatwaves on record. In some places, the temperature went up to 128 degrees Fahrenheit and it was brutal. My boss insisted we could still work until mid-day, so we were up before the sun and would quit around noon every day, hitting as many of his client's houses as we could “if we wanted to get paid.”

I was told to take the hedge clippers around back and trim a bush that had grown and twisted itself around some rigged-up hub that had their TV Antenna running into the house. Mind you, it was barely 8 am on a Wednesday, most people were still sleeping. I wasn’t expecting it, but when I walked around the back of the house I passed by a window with the curtains open and clear as day I saw someone masturbating. I couldn’t see their face because the head of the bed was right under the window, but I could see all of his muscles flexing from the chest down as he went to town on himself.

Up to this point, I had never seen another guy play with himself, I was a bit in awe. Maybe it was the already 95-degree weather, but there was something incredibly hot about watching this guy stroking his dick, which must have been a solid 7” circumcised, and on the thicker side. I’m not gay, or a pervert, but I couldn’t look away. The way he rocked his hips, playing with his balls the way that he did, his legs stretching as his toes curled, I was so turned on. I did a quick look to make sure no one else could see me, then reached into my shorts, into my underwear and grasped my 6” uncircumcised dick, and started to squeeze it since it was so hard already. Then the guy on the other side of the window did something that blew my mind, he slid his hand between his legs, below his balls, and curled his fingers into himself the way I’ve fingered girls before…he was fingering himself. It kinda grossed me out, but again, I couldn’t look away. Then he spread his legs wide, rocked his hips while simultaneously fingering himself and stroking his dick and for the first time in my life I watched without blinking as another guy blasted himself with his cum. I’m not talking about a small dribble of cum, but the biggest load I had ever seen, rocketed out of this guy's dick and coated his abs, it was like a geyser.

I watched for a few more seconds as the guy lay there breathing heavily and recovering from what must have been a very draining experience, but when he sat up I dove below the window and snuck off to the side so he couldn’t see me. I tucked my dick into the waistband of my underwear, then tucked my shirt into the waistband next to it so the bulge looked like it was just my shirt, and quickly got to work on the bush.

When I walked around to the other side of the house, me and the other guy did another half hour of work, cleaning up, weeding, trimming, nothing major. As we were packing the truck to leave, the front door opened and a guy around my age walked out wearing only shorts.

“You guys want some water or something?” He asked.

“We’re actually about done here, is your dad home?” my coworker asked.

The guy chuckled, “I’m the only one that lives here, it’s my house, well…it’s my mom’s house but when she married Todd… never mind, it’s just me,” the guy said.

I couldn’t help but stare at the slight happy trail going down his pale stomach into his shorts. Knowing I just watched this guy cum was affecting my ability to think for some reason. I guess I always knew other guys would jerk off, but I never really pictured what that would look like, and I certainly never thought I would talk to someone after watching them jerk off, but here I am.

My coworker handed him the bill for our work today, and we got in the truck to drive back to what we called “home base,” which was a fairly large garage about ten miles from where I lived with my abuelo.

My car was a beat-up 1976 Honda Civic Hatchback, with a manual transmission. Thankfully it was a lighter brown color so the sun didn’t heat it as bad as some of the other guy's cars. It was still hot as hell when I got in. I waved goodbye to my coworker as he hopped in his pickup truck and drove away.

I had a towel in the passenger seat from when I went to the swimming hole a few days ago, I grabbed it and draped it on the driver’s seat so the leather wasn’t so hot. Then I pulled off my dirty shirt and tossed it in the far back of the car. It was so hot, I looked around, but there was no one else there. So I figured fuck it, and dropped my shorts, tossing them in the passenger seat and letting the air hit my sweaty briefs to cool me off. I sat in my car on the towel and let it soak up my sweat while debating what to do with the rest of my day.

It was only noon, and the heat was only getting worse, it was well over 100 degrees already. Abuelo didn’t have air conditioning, he said “Our people can handle the heat,” not understanding we didn’t have to suffer.

I started to drive home, and along the way couldn’t help but tease my dick, groping it from the outside and thinking about what I watched happen this morning. The harder my cock got, the harder I squeezed it, which just made me more horny and curious about the guy fingering himself as he jerked off…that couldn’t possibly feel good, right? That had to be dirty and gross, right?

I drove past the Abuelo’s house, deciding to go to the swimming hole a few miles down the road. The swimming hole was something my older brother and I stumbled across when we were riding our bicycles one summer about ten years ago. There’s a path off the main road, that leads to a river, and about twenty yards down the river it has a section that is about 3 feet deep at the center so you can actually swim. So we would go down there every chance we got. Sometimes we would see older boys swimming down there, they were the grandkids of the farmer who had a bunch of cattle and land in the other direction down the river.

I hadn’t seen anyone else at the swimming hole all summer, so when I parked my car I very much intended to swim nude, slipping on my sneakers and grabbing the towel, I walked in my white briefs down the trail, and sure enough, there was no one else in the swimming hole. I quickly shucked off my shoes and undies, hanging my underwear on a tree branch to air out and dry the sweat in the sun, and dove into the water.

While not exactly cold, the contrast in air temperature and water temperature was enough for me to let out a loud moan underwater as it both shocked and refreshed my system at the same time.

After about twenty minutes of cooling off, I spread out my towel to sunbathe in the nude. My farmer's tan was pretty prominent. My skin was dark tan everywhere except my high up on my thighs and then it quickly faded to a very light creme color in my private area until the stark cross-over back to tan where my waistband would be.

Laying in the heat I couldn’t help but think about that customer earlier, jerking off, the buckets of cum he unloaded on himself, and why would a guy finger himself? Of course, the thought of anyone naked got my dick hard again, and since I was alone, I started to stroke myself.

I tried to think about sex with my ex, her tiny waist and big tits, how tight she was when riding my dick, but my mind kept drifting to that guy fingering himself and I felt my own hand drifting between my legs, slowly caressing my manhole, and I’ll admit…that gentle slide of fingers across my hole did feel pretty good. I stroked myself a little faster and harder, bringing myself close to the edge before deciding to take it that extra step I spit on my left hand and smeared the spit on my hole, slowly curling my middle finger up and gently parting my tight sphincter, just enough to get the tip of my finger into the outer ring but…shit this did feel good. I quickly started to work my middle finger the way I learned to work it in a girl and it did something inside me that set off a chain reaction and I was suddenly knuckle deep in my hole and tightly closing my legs around my hand as I felt my balls tighten and I blew my load all over my abs, twitching like it was the first real orgasm I had ever had.

Fuck, I thought to myself, that did feel good…I get it now. After I recovered I dove back into the water, rinsing the sweat and cum off. Then I grabbed my underwear, slipped my shoes on my wet feet, and walked back to the car naked.

I lay the towel on the seat again, which was baking in the sun. Then I slipped my underwear back on, and as I did a truck drove past me, and the driver, stared at me as he passed and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. I wasn’t embarrassed, but I’m sure he was wondering what that Mexican kid was doing in his underwear on the side of the road. I slipped my shorts on over my underwear and got in the car to go home.

That Saturday was my day off, my abuelo had gone out early to help a friend of his repair something. So I had the house to myself and naturally, I was going to use the time to watch a porno I had bought a few weeks back when I was in Flagstaff. My Abuelo may not believe in air conditioning, but he was a big fan of cinema and was the first person in our family to purchase a VCR and I was grateful for that.

As soon as I heard his truck leave the driveway, I dug into the back of my sock drawer and pulled out the tape, then sat on the couch to have a nice long stroke session. Grabbing some lotion and a rag for cleanup I stripped off my underwear and started working my dick. The scene was a virgin losing it to the boy who was supposed to be mowing her lawn. So naturally it got me going pretty hard really fast. Not wanting to cum too quickly I thought I might drop a finger down to my hole again, this time with the lotion I was able to easily get in knuckle deep, and fuck it felt good. I had to stop stroking myself so I didn’t cum, but I could continue to finger myself since it was still stimulating but not pushing me over the edge. I watched the camera angle change and was watching this guy’s dick pushing into her from underneath and the thought crossed my mind, wondering if that felt as good for her as it did to finger myself.

I added a second finger, stretching my hole a little more, making it easier to really get at my hole like I would a woman, and hearing the woman on camera moan from being filled up combined with feeling myself feel full inside and how much pleasure that was giving me…I couldn’t help but moan myself. I kept watching that guy pound her and synched my fingers with his thrusting, I was so turned on feeling like I was the girl in the video and having a new appreciation for how good that feels before I could overthink any of it I blew my load all over my chest and let the fog in my head clear as I quickly cleaned up my mess.

I took a shower, rinsing all the lotion and any extra cum that I missed down the drain, wondering what it means that I can get so much pleasure from my ass. It couldn’t mean I’m a homosexual, I have no interest in guys, never have. This must be just a new kink I’m developing, some kind of anal kink I didn’t know guys could have.

Deciding not to think too hard about it, and what “it” might mean, I turned off the shower and did my regular weekend chores.

Around 1 PM it got so hot outside, I had to go swimming to cool off. I grabbed my towel, hopped in my car, and drove down to the swimming hole. I was wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts, with my underwear underneath, planning to strip naked to swim, leaving my shirt in the car. Once I got to the end of the trail I discovered I wasn’t the only person planning to swim today. There were two guys around my age already in the swimming hole, they were roughhousing, dunking each other under the water and laughing, splashing around too much to notice that I was even there until I was right by the water's edge.

“Oh shit, Manny?” The one guy said.

I squinted at him, “Emmet?”

He smiled at me, “Yeah, this is my ummm, my friend from college, Adam,” he said. Adam was no bigger than me, about 5’5”, scrawny, with no muscles to be seen, and longer hair down to his shoulders. He waved at me.

I waved back, “Wow, Emmet, it’s been what…four years?”

He wiped some water off his face, giving Adam a weird look, “Yeah, at least,” then he turned to Adam and explained how we knew each other in passing from previous summers bumping into each other at this swimming hole. “You coming in?”

“Yeah, it’s so hot,” I said, dropping my shorts and kicking off my shoes. I dove in quickly in my underwear, which wasn’t uncommon. Back in the day we always swam in our underwear. What I hadn’t realized was how much my tanned skin would show through my white underwear when wet, so when I stood up the guys could basically see the twig and berries in my soaked briefs. I quickly dove back down into the water, shoulder-deep like they were and we started chatting, catching up.

Imagine my surprise when they decided it was time to head back to the farm for lunch and it turned out they were swimming nude. I’ve swam nude with my friends before, so it didn’t phase me that they were swimming together nude, but it did surprise me to see that Emmit’s dick was pretty big even soft, and shriveled from the water. I also noticed that Adam’s dick, even though he tried to hide it, was almost completely hard, which for some reason made my dick get hard under the water.

They wrapped towels around their waists and picked up their clothes to walk back towards the farm. I couldn’t help but notice Emmet had put on a lot of muscle since I last saw him, his shoulders filled out and he had a fair amount of chest hair with a light dusting of hair on his abs that went into a full bush that did nothing to hide his package even when wet. I barely caught a glimpse of Adam’s package, he tried too hard to hide it, probably embarrassed that he was hard. I didn’t think much of it.

At least I didn’t think much of it until I was tossing and turning in bed that night, sweating from the heat, horny because I haven’t had sex all summer and my mind drifted to the image of the water cascading down Emmet’s muscles, down to his circumcised dick with its little pink head…nope, no, I was not going down that road. I pulled out a copy of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas I had started reading and fell asleep about a dozen pages later.

A few days passed and my boss asked me to drive into Flagstaff to pick up a box of new uniforms he ordered for the crew. Which I gladly did, getting paid to drive into the city and back meant at least three hours of not doing hard work in the sun.

On the way in, I saw the adult video store that I purchased my one and only porno from and thought maybe I should purchase another one on the way home.

I spent an absurd amount of time waiting for them to find our case of t-shirts, having to call the boss’s wife to track him down and get a corrected order number, apparently the order number he gave me was from a previous order. Then I grabbed lunch and started to head home, forgetting about the adult video store until I drove passed it again.

I probably should’ve kept driving, especially since I had taken a long lunch already, but I did a U-turn and ran into the store. The same clerk was working today that was working a few weeks ago, which for some reason kind of turned me on a bit. Knowing that he knows I jerk off so often I’m back to buy another video already, I don’t know…it made my dick chub up a little bit.

I walked down the aisles, checking out the different selections, unsure of what I was looking for, but at the same time knowing exactly what I was looking for. I was hoping to find something where a woman played with the guy's ass, I was really getting into playing with my ass and I was looking for reassurance that was somewhat of a normal thing for a guy to do. The “anal” section was mostly guys fucking women in the ass, which was hot, but wasn’t exactly what I was looking for.

After pacing up and down the aisles a few times, the clerk asked, “You need help finding something?”

Never in my life had I expected to have this conversation, but here I was. “I don’t know, is there anything where…” I tried to skirt around the words but the clerk grinned at me and cut me off.

“Spit it out, I’ve seen and heard everything, you’re not going to surprise me at this point,” the older man said with a kind smile.

I nervously chuckled, “Is there anything where…I don’t know what you would call it, but where the girl plays with the guy's butt?” I felt so dirty just asking the question, a part of me wanted to run out of the store and walk into oncoming traffic.

He leaned back against the counter behind him, crossing his arms and tilting his head, “Hmm, well, I don’t get much ask for it, but there is one video with pegging, which is when a girl straps on one of those dildos,” he pointed to a rack behind me filled with rubber dicks of all sizes, shapes, and colors, “and then she will bend the guy over and fuck him in the ass with it as if she was a man fucking him,” he chuckled and mimed out the image with his hands.

He walked out from behind the counter, “That would be over here,” he walked down an aisle I hadn’t really looked at because it was clearly labeled for male-on-male stuff and that wasn’t what I was looking for. He picked up a box and handed it to me. The images on the back were pretty low quality, and the women looked older and a little nasty, fake tits, done up in leather with obviously fake strap-ons, something about it was not what I was looking for.

“Of course,” he said and paused, “if you’re looking for something a little less industrial, less leather, and more natural, I would say just look at some of this stuff,” he pointed towards the male-on-male rack. “This one is pretty popular,” he handed me a video which compared to the covers of the other videos looked much more innocent. It was a guy my age leaning back on his elbows, his legs spread getting fingered by a buddy of his that kind of looked like a blonde version of Emmet.

I took the video and nodded, “Yeah ok, I’ll try it out,” I smiled shyly and we started walking to the register.

“Here, you’re going to want this,” he put a tube of lubricant on the counter.

“Sure,” I said, not wanting to argue, I was already fighting the urge to run out of the store as it was.

When I got back to town, I met up with the guys at the work site, a fancy house a bit far from where I lived. I couldn’t wait to get back home to watch the video. Of course, I needed to wait for the next time Abuelo was out of the house, but I could at least jerk off to the pictures on the box. Which I did as soon as Abuelo went to sleep that night.

I had the light on, propped the tape up on a pillow next to me, and was hard before I even stripped my underwear off. I gave myself a few strokes, then pulled out the tube of lube and used it to slide a finger into my ass, wow, this was even better than the lotion. I quickly slipped a second finger in, using my ring finger and middle finger I pushed hard on that spot inside my hole that gave me so much pleasure as I stroked my cock imagining I was the guy on the box getting fingered by that guy that looks like a blond Emmet. It only took a few minutes before I pushed myself over the edge and shot a load of cum all over myself. The guilt of giving myself an orgasm through anal pleasure set in quickly and I used a crusty rag to clean myself off, hiding the lube and unopened video in the back of the closet. I quickly went to sleep.

When Saturday rolled around, Abuelo asked if I wanted to join him in visiting tía Maria which was an hour's drive each way. I told him I had too many chores to catch up on but to give her my love. As soon as his truck was out of the driveway I was digging out the video and the lube from the closet, finally popping it into the VCR and I stripped down naked. I put a towel down on the couch so I didn’t sweat all over it and the video started playing.

I slowly stroked myself, holding off on touching my hole until the guy that looked like Emmet started giving the other guy on the cover a hand after walking in on him masturbating. When that guy started getting fingered, I quickly lubed myself up and started to finger my hole, fuck it felt good. I guess it felt good for the guy in the video too because he didn’t last long before he shot his load all over, which made me cum with him.

I was cleaning the cum off my chest when I looked back up at the video to see the guy that looked like Emmet pull out his dick and then pulled the other guy in to give him a blow job. At first, I cringed and was about to turn it off, but then I started thinking I might not be able to watch this again for a while, so I might as well see if there’s another good scene where the guy gets fingered, that way I have additional fuel for working my dick in bed at night.

It didn’t take long for the blowjob to cut to the guy that looked like Emmet suddenly balls deep inside the other guy's ass. I guess I should’ve assumed that’s where it would go, but I hadn’t and my eyes shot wide as blood started to rush to my dick again. It was just a tight shot, slowly zooming out, but the tight shot of that big condom-covered dick sliding in and out of that tight ass, and the look of enjoyment on his face from getting fucked by his friend, I couldn’t help but be brick hard again.

I started stroking and thinking about Emmit in the swimming hole, how big his dick looked when he got out of the water, imagining us in this situation. I slipped my fingers back into my somewhat sore, but still lubed ass and really pulled at my hole, adding my pointer finger to really abuse myself as I jerked my now raw dick while watching these two guys fuck on TV and imagining it was Emmit fucking me and how good it must feel if my fingers can give me this much pleasure. Only a few minutes later I was shooting my second load of the day onto my abs, as I watched through slitted eyes as the guy that looked like Emmit pulled out to shoot his load all over the other guy's ass. Fuck me…that felt good.

As I caught my breath the scene in the movie flipped over to a much significantly older guy at a gym, presumably the high school coach. I suddenly felt gross and guilty and decided to turn it off and clean up. I hid the video and lube in my car glove box, I told myself I was going to throw it out, that this isn’t who I am, I’m not someone who jerks off to two guys having sex…it’s gross. I couldn’t throw it out at Abuelo’s house though, that was running a risk of it being found in the trash.

On Friday, we got out of work early. The temperature had hit 110 by noon, it was expected to hit 118 so the boss let us go home early. I was dying of heat and with no AC at home, I was heading straight for the swimming hole.

I pulled my towel out of the back seat, stripped off my shirt and shorts, and drove in just my underwear with the windows down to get airflow, hot air, but still air. Pulling off the road I got out of the car in just my briefs, then decided to get my shorts just in case I wasn’t alone, and walked down the trail.

It turned out I was alone, so I stripped off completely nude and dove into the water, which was considerably low compared to other times. The current heat wave was drying up most of Arizona and we were experiencing a bit of a drought.

I was floating on my back in the water, just enjoying the calm of the water, the sound of it hitting the rocks as it flowed further down, the sound the water made as my ears were submerged was incredibly relaxing. So much so, I hadn’t heard Emmit walk up until his shadow crossed over me and he splashed me with water. I nearly had a heart attack as I quickly sank my nude lower half below the water and shook the water off my head as I squinted to see Ethan, nude and sweaty an arm's length away from me. I tried not to stare at his soft dick, but I couldn’t help it. That stupid porno was in my head, I hadn’t jerked off all week because I was feeling guilty about the thoughts I was having and now here Emmit was, naked as the day he was born, right in front of me.

I rubbed the water out of my eyes and looked up his body until my eyes finally met his, “shit, I didn’t see you,” I told him.

He chuckled, “I could tell. You looked peaceful floating on the water like that,” he looked me up and down. Even though my lower half was sunk below the water I could tell he was picturing my nudity. The thought of him thinking about my naked dick made me instantly hard.

“Sorry, I thought I was alone, so I didn’t wear anything,” I looked down towards my crotch then back up at him.

He stood up, showing off his naked body, the water only coming up mid-thigh on him, he shrugged, “I don’t care, I never wear a suit in here,” he chuckled and dove back into the water, splashing around and purposefully splashing me.

I rubbed the water out of my eyes, “where’s your friend?”

“Adam? He only came out for a few days, he’s a city boy, but he wanted to see what country living was all about, being I talked about it so much in class.”

We splashed around and ruffhoused for a bit, then just sat under the water and talked. It was when the conversation turned to women and dating that I found out he hadn’t dated anyone since high school.

“Really?” I shook my head, “Damn, I haven’t dated anyone in all summer and I’m so frustrated I think I’m going insane,” I laughed.

He chuckled, “Well, I didn’t say I don’t have sex,” he grinned at me.

“Oh shit, ok, you’re right. I’ve never had a one-night stand or anything like that, so I guess I just assumed,” I grinned.

His eyebrow raised, “You’ve never had a one-night stand?”

I shrugged.

“So, what, you’re just out here all summer rubbing yourself raw?” He laughed at me.

I shrugged again, “you have no idea.”

“Well, what are you doing tonight?” He asked.

My heart skipped a beat, this is it, this is how it turns into a male-on-male porno, I thought to myself. “Nothing,” I shrugged.

“Well, I’m having a few friends over for drinks and a bonfire, come by around sunset, maybe you can get a blowy or something,” he laughed.

I was shocked he was so…forward about it. Was I crazy, or did he just offer to give me a blow job?

“I don’t know man,” I started to say.

“Up to you, but my sister will be there with her friends, my sister is off limits but her friends are fair game,” he smiled.

I don’t know why, but this new information didn’t offer the relief it should have, I was almost disappointed he wasn’t offering to blow me. I shrugged, “I guess I can come by.”

He splashed me, “Good, I’m going to head back, a few more chores to do before dinner,” he stood up, giving me one last glimpse of his body and his dick which was a little more plumped up than when I saw it going into the water. He dried quickly, then wrapped his towel around his waist, “I’ll see you later,” he said grabbing his pile of clothes and heading up the trail.

I dunked myself into the water, what is wrong with you, I shook my head.

After dinner with Abuelo, I took a shower, making sure I was clean just in case I did get a blowy, put on fresh clothes, and drove over to Emmet’s family farm.

It wasn’t hard to find him, as the sun was setting there was an obvious smell of smoke and you could hear music from a boombox and people laughing on the far side of the old barn. I was introduced to a bunch of people, some women, and some guys, and given a beer.

A few beers later I realized one of the guys was the older brother of one of the girls, and when he was ready to leave he took her and her friend with him leaving me with Emmit, his sister Emily and a guy that was not taking the hint from Emily that she wasn’t interested until she decided to turn in for the night.

When the creepy guy left, it was just me and Emmit. As we watched that guy's truck pull off onto the main road and drive away, I was getting ready to say I should head out too, but Emmit spoke first. “You want another beer?”

“Oh, um, sure, one more,” I chuckled, already feeling tipsy.

He opened two more, handing me one, “What did you think of Amber, Emily’s friend?” Emmit asked.

“She’s alright,” I smiled, sipping my drink.

“I got a blowy from her,” he grinned and sipped his drink.

“What?! When?” I asked, leaving forward on the tree log I was using as a seat.

The firelight flickered on his face and he grinned, “Not tonight dumb ass, back in high school. She used to blow me every time she would spend the night.” He adjusted his crotch. “She would sneak out of Emily’s room, then into mine, never saying a word, she’d just suck me off and then go back to Em’s room. Never said a word about it.” He chuckled.

“Just a blowy and…” I held my hands up, “then she’d leave?”

He shook his head, “she’s a weird one. I tried to ask her about it the morning after it happened the first time, but she acted like it never happened so I dropped it and never brought it up again.”

“Shit, wow, that’s weird but also amazing,” I sipped my drink. “I’ve always had to put in the work to get a blow job, most girls I’ve been with don’t like to do it.”

“Really?” He looked surprised.

“Yeah,” I shook my head, “I don’t get it, I’ve had sex probably fifty times since I lost my virginity, only had 3 blow jobs,” I couldn’t help but laugh at how dumb that sounded.

“Damn, depending on how you count them, I’ve had dozens for sure,” he laughed.

I chuckled, “Depending on how you count them? How do you count?” I looked at him like he was a dumb fuck.

He shrugged, “Well, back in school, I got a lot of blowys from the girls I dated, most of them didn’t want to have sex yet, so that’s all they’d give up, and then, of course, there are the ones from my friends…but those don’t count,” he chuckled and took a sip of his beer, shaking it to make sure he had enough left.

I nearly spit out my beer, “Wait, blowys from guys? They don’t count?”

“Of course not, that’s just a buddy helping a buddy out, it doesn’t count,” he chugged the last of his beer.

I was blown away by this revelation. “Your friends give you blowys?”

“Of course, yours don’t?” He opened the cooler next to him, “You want another?”

I chugged the last of mine, “Uh, yeah,” I shook my empty bottle. “No, my friends don’t give me blowys,” I laughed.

He handed me another beer, “huh, weird, why not?”

The words and delivery hit me like a punch to the gut, “I guess…I don’t know, I didn’t know that kind of stuff happened,” I was in shock. “Do all guys do this?”

He sipped his drink, “I don’t know, I don’t do it with all of my guy friends, but at least half of them. I assume the rest of my guy friends do it with their other guy friends, but I can’t really say. Maybe you need better friends,” he laughed.

I sipped my beer, “You don’t think that it's…well, I mean, giving another guy a blowy is kind of…” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “Homosexual… isn’t it?”

He chuckled, “Nah, I’m not talking about being in love and shit like that, just sex and stuff. I mean, I used to hump my pillow when I was like thirteen, I probably pumped a few hundred orgasms into that pillow, but I don’t love pillows…do I?”

His point was made and had me thinking about my new discovery of anal pleasure, “I guess, that makes sense. I guess, I never thought of it that way.”

He looked at me and smiled, “Oh, so you have thought about it?”

“Well…I…who hasn’t. I’m not a complete…I have my perverted moments,” I laughed.

“Oh yeah? Obviously, you’ve had sex,” he leaned in, “with women,” he chuckled, “and you had those three blowys,” he took a sip, “what else you got?”

I felt like I was suddenly the beta male to this guy who had so much more experience than I had. “Well, I recently got into butt stuff,” I admitted not thinking about how the follow-up questions would go.

“Oh yeah? You’ve fucked a woman in the ass?” He asked.

I cackle-laughed, “No, God I wish, but no.”

“A man then?” he looked confused.

“No, no, I mean, I recently started playing with my butt…you know, when jerking off,” I admitted, feeling the liquid confidence that what I was admitting was perfectly normal compared to what he said he had done.

“Oh, shit, ok, that’s kinda hot, like you finger yourself?” He adjusted his crotch in his jeans.

I took a sip of my beer, “yeah,” I beamed with a new sense of pride.

“You ever use a toy, like a dildo or something, or just fingers?” He asked bluntly.

“I wish, I mean, I’ve only recently started playing with fingers, have you done it?” I asked.

“No, I’ve had anal sex, but I’ve never played with my butt,” he grinned. “How many fingers do you use?”

“Usually two, but last time I got up to three,” I grinned.

“Dang, that’s hot, I’d like to see that,” he smiled.

I felt flushed, and a rush of blood went to my cheeks and my dick, I sipped my beer, and my heart was pounding, “I have the lube in my car,” I heard myself say.

“Really?” He got excited.

“Yeah, I mean, I was going to…well, it’s in my glove box,” I told him.

“You want to show me?” He asked.

“What, show you the lube?” I played dumb, unsure how to navigate this.

He chuckled, “You want to show me how you finger yourself, jerking off?”

I took a gulp of my beer, “Are you serious?”

“Fuck yeah, man. I’ll jerk off and watch you jerk off while fingering yourself, it’ll be fun. Way more fun than jerking it by myself,” he offered.

The thought of watching him jerk off was all it took for my brain to switch off and agree, “Right here…by the fire?” I smiled.

“Nah, too many bugs,” he chuckled, then looked around, “grab the lube, and let's go into the loft of the old barn, I used to go up there and jerk off all the time.”

He chugged the last of his beer, I did the same with mine. He stood up, with an obvious bulge in his jeans and we walked back to where my car was parked next to his truck. I grabbed the lube out of my glove box and he grabbed a blanket from inside his truck and we walked silently up to the old barn. He turned on the lights which were only in the main barn area, and then followed him up the ladder into the loft which was mostly empty, the ambient light from below gave a nice candlelight effect. He moved a couple of bails of hay to make a space the size of a sofa, then spread out the blanket over them.

He kicked off his boots, and quickly pulled off his t-shirt, not stopping he was already undoing his belt before he said, “Strip down and lay down, I want to watch,” he grinned, his belt coming loose and then he worked his zipper.

I quickly followed suit. Nervous as hell I watched as he stripped down to his briefs and I stripped down to mine. We had already seen each other naked, but this…this was sexual. I was so turned on I just dropped my underwear and watched as he pulled his down to his ankles, his dick was much bigger hard and I couldn’t look away.

“Lay down here,” he pats the hay bails.

I lay on my back and spread my legs as I started stroking my already hard dick. I watched as he stood at the end between my legs, watching me and stroking his cock.

“Where’s the lube?” He asked.

I sat up on my elbows, “oh, in my pocket,” I pointed at my jeans on the floor.

He bent over, pulling my briefs out and dropping them on my sneakers, then feeling the pockets until he felt the tube and pulled it out, dropping the pants back to the floor, my keys clunking hard in the silence.

“Can I use some?” He asked, uncapping the tube.

“Yeah, sure,” I shrugged, watching him squirt a line down his cock, then handing the tube to me.

I watched as he rubbed the lube into his cock, getting it really slick and I quickly squirted some out onto my left hand as I had done a few times in the past. He watched me intently as I took a good squirt of the lube and applied it to my hole, gently rubbing it in, I heard him let out a very subtle moan and saw him bite his lower lip as I started to stroke my dick and slowly insert the tip of my middle finger. My horniness, the beer, the new intensity of being watched as I slowly jerked off, my ass basically sucked my finger into the knuckle and I let out a soft moan, barely audible.

He picked up on it, taking a step closer, he started stroking his dick, slowly but really death gripping it, making sure to give the knob attention as he did. “Fuck that’s hot,” he grumbled.

His words rumbled through me and I felt comfortable putting on a show now. Spreading my legs like a frog and slipped a second finger in quicker than I would’ve by myself, but it felt good and I was so turned on by this whole situation, that I let out a little moan. I had to stop jerking myself for a second so I didn’t cum too quickly.

“That’s so hot Manny,” he continued his stroking and put a hand on my knee, “does it feel good?”

I fingered myself deeper with my two fingers, then whispered, “Yeah,” and brought my hand back to my dick to slowly stroke for him.

“Scoot down to the edge so I can get a better look,” he said, gently grabbing my legs and pulling me to the edge of just the one bail of hay. A few rogue straws scratched my back as he pulled me to the edge, but I didn’t care, being manhandled like that was another new spike in sexual kink.

My ass was literally on the edge of the bail of hay, I had to stretch my legs really wide just to be able to put the heel of my feet on the corners of it. Really giving him a show with my fingers.

He stepped even closer, “God that’s so hot,” he mumbled to himself as he stroked his dick. Using his other hand to rub up and down my thigh, sending electricity into my body. Even more so when his hand dropped down and his thumb brushed that spot between my balls and my thigh, I couldn’t help but moan and lift my ass up off the bail and stroke myself faster, feeling my hole clench down on my fingers as I did. Then he pulled his hand back up my leg to my knee and my ass dropped back down and I breathed heavily.

“Can you do a third finger?” He asked, gently rubbing my knee.

I bit my lower lip and nodded. Grabbing the lube I added more to my fingers so I could slip my index finger, middle, and ring finger into my hole with ease, and a grunt of pleasure.

“That’s so hot Manny, tell me it feels good?”

“It does,” I groaned, pulling on my hole with my three fingers as I slowly stroked myself.

His hand slid down my knee and his thumb rubbed my balls, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“You like that?” He asked.

I couldn’t speak, I just nodded my head and he squeezed his hand tighter, his thumb slipping onto my grundle, under the palm of my hand and I moaned some more. I had to stop jerking myself or I would blow my load and I took a deep breath.

“Can I try it?” He asked.

“Huh?” I popped my head up higher, looking at him stroking his dick from between my legs.

“Can I try fingering you, it looks so hot,” he said in a soft voice with a huge grin.

“I guess so,” I slowly let my fingers slip from my hole and I handed him the lube.

He squirt some on his dick, rubbing it in with his right hand, then squirt some on the fingers of his left hand, quickly using his middle finger to penetrate my hole with ease, both of us moaning. I sat up on my elbows to watch him stroke his dick with his right hand and his left hand disappeared below my balls and I could feel it gently finger my hole with two fingers now. I let my head roll back and I let out a moan, “fuck that feels good,” I groaned.

He pushed his middle and index finger in as deep as they would go, “Jesus, you’re so tight Manny, you’re gripping my fingers tighter than I can grip my own dick,” he grinned at me and wiggled his fingers inside me, shifting his weight so the tip of his dick was rubbing on my balls as he jerked himself off. “Do you like me fingering you?”

I slowly started to stroke my dick, and let out a moan, “it feels…so good,” I mumbled.

“I’ve never felt an ass this tight,” he said, tapping his dick on my balls. “Can I rub my dick on your hole?”

I lift my head higher to see his cock rubbing my balls as he jerked himself, “I don’t know man,” I grinned at him.

“Come on Manny, I just want to feel it, it’s so tight on my fingers, let me rub the tip on your hole, let it kiss my cock,” he said matter of factly and then pressed his fingers up into me hard, pushing that button inside me and I moaned and fell back flat on the bail of hay.

“Ok, yeah,” I ran my fingers through my hair with one hand, stroking my dick slowly with the other. I felt his fingers slowly slide out of my hole then the slick, soft head of his cock was gently pressing at the opening, both smothered in lube. The heat radiating off his cock was intense. His free hand slid down my leg from the knee until he gripped my upper thigh, his thumb rubbing my grundle my ass instinctively lifted up again and I let out a soft moan.

He wiggled his cock head in my hole gently, adding a little more pressure that just felt so fucking good I felt my ass wanting more, and like a well-orchestrated dance move the head of his cock popped into my ass lips and sent new bolts of pleasure up into my body and we both moaned.

“Oh shit Manny, your ass is pulling me in,” he moaned and I could feel my ass clamping down on the head of his cock, the ridge of his circumcised dick fully penetrating my hole and my outer ring formed a seal along the ridge of his cock head. “Yeah, shit man, that’s it, that’s it, suck me in man,” he whispered as both his hands clamped down on my upper thighs, his thumbs both rubbing my grundle like a secret way to get my ass to open and it was feeling so good I couldn’t think straight.

It wasn’t the head or even the first inch of his cock but the girthy part between his second and third inch where his dick widened like a torpedo that I felt my ass start to reject his cock as it was being stretched wide and now deep at the same time.

“Oh fuck, wait,” I groaned, feeling a throbbing discomfort.

“I’m not going any deeper man, it’s ok, fuck your ass pulled me in fast. Half of my dick is in you, it feels so good too, doesn’t it?” He asked.

I just nodded yes even though I felt like I was being split in half now. I had risen up off the bail of hay to push back on his tight abs so he didn’t push any deeper. I took a few deep breaths and felt Emmit massage my legs and my grundle and the pain started to go away as I relaxed into it. He gently rocked his hips and another inch sank into my tight hole and we both let out a moan.

“Oh my God, Manny, I can’t believe you’re ass has such a tight grip on my dick. You have no idea how good this feels. You like my dick inside you?”

His words bounced around in my head as I held my hand on his flexing abdominal muscles, feeling his cock throbbing inside me as he massaged my grundle some more. “Mmm, it’s…weird,” I huffed but couldn’t hide a small smile.

“You like though?” He asked.

I nodded my head.

“Can I fuck you a little bit?” He asked.

I huffed, “I guess,” he rocked his hips into me, “Ah…do you have a condom? We really shouldn’t do this without a condom, right?”

He massaged my legs some more, “Oh man, I don’t think I have one, maybe in the truck,” he rocked his hips again, hitting that spot inside me and sinking another inch into me, “Oh fuck, you’re so tight, God that feels good,” he mumbled.

“Ungh, shit…” I felt my ass clamp down on his cock as he bottomed out inside me. “I have one in my car, I should get it,” I said, pushing on his abs as he rocked his full dick gently inside me.

“I don’t want to stop, let’s just do it like this,” he moaned.

“But what about…” I started to say.

“I don’t have it, do you?” he looked down at me, rocking his hips to pull halfway out and thrust deep into me again.

“Ungh…no, but…ungh,” I groaned.

“Then we have nothing to worry about, right?” He said, pulling my legs up onto his muscular shoulders as he leaned over me and started to fuck me like I would a girl.

“Ummph, what about…ungh, cum?” I said.

He grunted, fucking me slowly as he got his knees onto the bail of hay around my hips, “what about it?”

“You’re not going to cum in me, right?” I looked up at him as he leaned over me, his abs flexing with every thrust of his cock, hitting that spot deep inside me, sending me into a new level of horny with each slap of his hips.

“I can pull out if you want, I have good control,” he moaned planting his dick deep inside me, feeling less resistance now.

“Ok, mmm, fuck, ok,” I groaned, still pushing on his chest with one hand as I reached between us to stroke my dick with my right hand. Emmit started pistoning in and out of my hole like the guys in the movie. I can’t believe how good it feels to have another guy fucking my ass, “Mmmm, fuck,” I groaned, stroking faster and curling my toes up by his ears.

He huffed, “fuck you’re so tight, this is the tightest hole I’ve ever been in. Like it was made for my dick,” He chuckled, as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

“I’m getting close,” I told him.

His eyes got huge, “I can feel it, you grip my dick even more when you get close, don’t stop and I won’t stop,” he said, thrusting harder now.

I nodded, fisting my cock even faster, the foreskin stretched to its limits as I gripped my dick tighter than ever and clamped my ass down on the cock invading my hole. “Oh God,” I bit my lip and moaned.

“Yeah, me too, I don’t want to stop,” he moaned, “can I cum?”

I felt his cock swelling inside me, pounding my prostate, I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer, “yeah,” I groaned.

His eyes got wider as he looked me in the eye, “Yeah?” He thrust harder into me, “Oh fuck,” his abs tightened and he started jamming his cock deep in my ass, and I could feel the hot wet squirts spreading the warmth deep inside me, one after another after another as he groaned. The smooth pleasure of his well-lubed dick sliding inside me sent me over the edge, my abs tightening so much I was teetering on just my ass as cum shot out of my dick.

“Ungh,” I groaned, one shot hit my abs, “fu…ck,” I could barely say as the second and third wads of cum splattered onto my chest and abs, my balls pulsing in tune to his cock pulsing inside me, my whole body shuddered as every ounce of cum drained from my balls and my legs shook with pleasure. “Oh…shit,” I finally collapsed back onto the bail of hay, a spikey straw sticking through the blanket and scratching my back, “shit,” I huffed completely out of breath.

“Shit,” he huffed, his head dangling between my legs as we both relaxed and recovered slowly. “That…was…amazing,” he lifted his head and grinned at me.

I ran my left hand through my hair, my right hand had cum all over it and I stared at it, feeling him slowly pull all of his inches out of me, leaving his cum inside me. “Fuck,” I groaned as my hole clamped shut as his tip slipped out. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at this adonis from the knees up between my outstretched legs. His body glistened with sweat, his dick a different glow in the dim light, covered in lube and the cum he left inside me. “Fuck,” I huffed and flung the cum off my hand onto the barn loft floor. The guilt quickly settles in. I sat up quick and tried to discretely rub the cum from my hand onto the blanket, trying to avoid eye contact just had me looking at his softening dick, the drop of cum on the tip of his cock just mocking me for letting him fuck me and breed me.

I shook my head, feeling buzzed from the beer still, I leaned over and grabbed the first pair of white underwear I could get my hands on and started pulling them up, but they were clearly a size too big and not mine.

He chuckled, “Those are mine.”

I pulled them off quickly and handed them to him, “sorry.”

“It’s cool,” he pulled them on, dramatically adjusting his dick in the pouch so I couldn’t help but look.

I found mine and pulled them up quickly, then my jeans. “Do you have something I can,” I gestured to the cum dripping down my chest to the waistband of my underwear.

He chuckled again, “Just use the blanket.”

I grabbed a corner of the blanket and wiped off the bulk of my load, but it smeared more than it absorbed. I put my sneakers on quickly then my shirt, “I think I need to go.”

He was still standing there in his white briefs, making no effort to get dressed, “are you sure? You don’t have to leave, you can crash here.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t want my Abuelo to wake up and worry if I’m not home.”

He shrugged, “OK. Are we…cool?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal right?” I put on a fake smile.

He bobbed his head dramatically, “Yeah, it’s really not.”

I rushed over to the ladder, “I’ll see you,” I said then quickly climbed down and walked to my car.

The next morning I woke up sore, mostly in my legs from being stretched in ways I’d never been stretched before, but my ass was also a little sore. My dick was hard again, but I heard my Abuelo in the kitchen making breakfast and instead of jerking off I got up and got dressed, hoping I didn’t smell like sex, and greeted him for breakfast.

He asked me how the bonfire was, and if I had fun. Having slept it off, I wasn’t feeling as guilty as I had last night, and fuck me if it didn’t feel amazing. “Yeah, I had fun,” I shrugged and ate my breakfast.

Later that day we went into town to get corn feed for his chickens and ran into Emmet and his grandfather picking up some tools. They talked for a bit about the farm and Emmet just kept looking me up and down. When they stopped talking they shook hands and then shook mine and Emmet's hand. Then Emmet shook my hand and said, “Oh, you left something at my place last night, you should swing by and pick it up later this week…when you’re free,” and he winked at me.

I just nodded like an idiot trying to think what I left other than my anal virginity, “Sure, yeah, I’ll come by.”

On the ride home, I realized I left my lube, and I definitely wanted to get that back.