My Little Loup Garou

When I finally stripped down to just my briefs and was standing there next to the bed holding my clothes Lanny said, “Just throw them here on the chair on top of my stuff. The critters usually aren't that bad in hear . . . really”, he smirked, “but just in case, I don’t like to leave clothes laying around on the floor where something might try to nest during the night.”

I crawled onto the bed, one knee at a time. Lanny took my clothes and tossed them onto the chair with his own. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my briefs and hauled them down, raising my legs in the air and pulling them all the way off. When I looked over at Lanny, he was lying on his back with his eyes closed, looking much too innocent, so I tossed my worn briefs onto his face. He came up fighting . . . laughing and fighting. He’d have beaten my butt, strong, wiry little shit that he is if I hadn’t tickled him into submission first.

When we settled down, Lanny took my briefs that had ended up lying under him on the bed and hung them on that same bed post, right over his own, a gesture that left me feeling content as the night was quickly coming to an end. Lanny’s eyes were closed again but I knew he hadn’t gone to sleep yet.

“Lanny . . . you’re really tired aren’t you?” asking what was painfully obvious.

“Yeah”, he responded quietly, “I don’t remember the last time I felt this tired, but ya know what?”

“What?” I took the bait.

“I don’t think I ever been this tired and felt this good . . . was this happy all at the same time.

The look in his eyes told me exactly what he meant in a way that his words never could have communicated.

“OK . . . “I’m gonna behave and let you sleep then, but there is one condition”, I bargained.

“What’s that?” he asked sleepily.

“You have to wake up early enough in the morning for me to swallow another yummy load of your cum before it’s time to leave for work!”

The big grin on Lanny’s face was the only agreement I needed. I leaned over and gently kissed him in the middle of his forehead.

“ ‘Night, Lanny”.

Bayou Boy just purred softly and rolled up into a fetal position with his hands resting near his still semi-stiff pecker.

I lay there for a long time listening to the sounds of night on the bayou. It was pitch dark as you might imagine out there in the middle of nowhere. However, we were still getting those occasional flashes of silent lightning; that same kind of silent lightning that I’d grown accustomed to on warm, muggy nights growing up in the Midwest. Occasionally Lanny would add to the sound of the symphony of the night as he would very briefly snore softly on the bed next to me. The flashes of lightning that were growing more frequent as the night went on would light up the room for a matter of seconds during which I would steal glimpses of Lanny as he slept in all his sexiness.

He had rolled back onto his back and his deflated pecker was still big enough to be flopped over the leg closest to me. With no air conditioning and not even a fan to blow the stink off of us the heat and humidity were making it almost impossible to sleep (apparently Lanny was much more used to these conditions than I was) so I just lay there facing him and eagerly waiting for that next flash of lightning to burst through the bedroom window.

Eventually, the sounds of a distant rolling thunder joined the sounds of the night. The air had grown even more still and there wasn’t even the hint of a breeze coming in through the open window. Somehow I still managed to finally drift off to sleep. I awoke to a loud clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning that turned night into day inside Lanny’s bedroom. I didn’t catch sight of him when my eyes snapped wide open at the sound of that loud thunder clap but I could feel him. I had rolled onto my right side when I’d fallen asleep; a pretty natural phenomena for me. Obviously Lanny had rolled onto his right side also.

I could feel his hot, sticky body pasted against my back. His left arm was thrown over me and his hand dangled limply not far from my cock. What I liked best of all was what else I could feel behind me. Lanny’s pecker appeared to have another full blown hard on. I could tell because the hooded head of his pride & joy was just poking into my bag of goodies, which meant that the fat shaft of the boy’s tool couldn’t have been more than an inch from my butt crack as it paralleled my sweaty crevice.

Lanny moved ever so slightly, causing his big pecker to stab into me even more as he cuddled up to and spooned me. I thought it was just a movement that he was innocently making in his sleep until his fingers sought out my cock and started to fondle my steamed wiener. He was awake and he was touching my cock for the very first time!

I lay there in the dark, pretending to be sleeping. I wasn’t at all sure how Lanny might react if he realized I was awake and had caught him red handed with my cock in his hand, and I didn’t want him to stop. I’d like to tell you that I lay there a lot longer than I really did to give my cock time to fully rise to the occasion but the truth is I can spring a raging boner faster than anyone I’ve ever met. I was well on the way to a full erection before Lanny’s exploring fingers ever made that first contact with my cock. Just waking up to feel him pressed tightly against my back, especially with his hard erection poking at my scrotum got me going in a big hurry.

I don’t recall exactly how hard my cock was when I felt Lanny take it tentatively in his hot, sweaty little fist but it went to 100% hard and ready almost immediately when he groped me in the dark. Still, I lay there for another two to three minutes, quietly letting him play as if he’d found a precious new toy.

“Morning, Lanny”, I spoke over my shoulder into the darkness.

I heard him make a startled noise as he sucked in air suddenly and pulled away from me and rolled onto his back.

“Busted!” I charged with a laugh filled with delight. “Please don’t stop on my account . . . Please!” I pleaded.

“Ummmmm . . .” he hesitated, “How long ya been awake?”

“Long enough”, I grinned, turning toward him. “Probably about a minute before your hand started playing with my goodies. I probably should have let you know sooner but I was afraid you’d stop playing with my cock if you knew I was awake and it looks like I was right”.

“Can . . . Errrrr . . . Ummm . . . I mean . . . can I see it?” he fumbled for words.

“Probably not in this darkness”, I teased. “But of course you can. Let there be light”.

“Uhhhhhh . . . the lamp is on the table on your side a the bed, silly”.

“I know”, I laughed, “But I was really hoping you’d reach across me and turn it on for us”.

There was a moment’s hesitation but then I heard Lanny stirring and felt his body stretching over me as he felt for the lamp switch.

“So that’s what it looks like!” he spoke almost in a whisper.

“My cock? Yeah. That’s it”, I said rather matter-of-factly.

“Well yeah, YOUR pecker . . . I mean YOUR cock”, he said, “but I was also really talking 'bout all peckers . . . ummm . . . cocks like yours”.

“Baby, there are no other cocks like mine!”

I immediately detested the way that sounded as soon as I heard it come out of my mouth. I really hadn’t meant to sound boastful. There was nothing wrong with my cock, but it was nothing to get carried away about, particularly in the same room as that magnificent meat perched between the legs of the sexy young stud lying right next to me!

“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded”, I explained. “What I meant to say is that cocks . . . ummm . . . peckers are kind of like snowflakes. No two are exactly the same. Thinking about that, that’s probably all that peckers and snowflakes have in common”, I laughed.

“What I meant”, Lanny said, “Was this is what a pecker that's been fixed by a doctor looks like”.

“Fixed!” I roared in my best imitation of an indignant voice. I believe the word you are looking for is ‘circumcised’ or as we say on the street, CUT! But I assure you that it never needed to be ‘fixed’, surgically or otherwise. It is and always has been in perfect working order – TRUST ME!”

“I know”, he assured me apologetically. “I just couldn’t think a the word. I guess I’m still a little nervous. Naturally, I’ve heard about guys who are circumcised and I guess I kinda had an idea what that means but I never seen one before. Besides my own pecker, the only other ones I saw was Beau’s and once in a while when we was hunting or something, my Daddy’s pecker when he’d have to stop and pee outside”.

“Relax, Lanny. I was just pulling your leg”, and I reached out and gave his third leg a gentle tug. “What do you think?”

“It’s different”, he offered.

“Yes, it is” I agreed. “But what do you think?”

“I’m not sure. I kinda like it. I mean, it’s nice. “I’m just not sure, looking at it like this and all. I guess it’s a lot like mine if I pull the foreskin way back as much as I can”.

“No, it’s NOT”, I assured him. If your pecker was circumcised or if mine was not, there would still be few similarities between them. I don’t want to sound like I’m really unhappy with what I’ve got, but if I had a chance to have a big, beautiful pecker exactly like yours I would jump for joy and I wouldn’t care much if it was circumcised or uncircumcised”, I admitted.

“Awwwww . . . if I didn’t know better I’d think you was serious”, he blushed.

“I AM SERIOUS!” I insisted, “and I think that deep down you know I’m serious. If you’ve paid attention at all tonight, you have to know that I think your pecker is something very, very special”.

“Well . . . yeah, I guess ya kind a gave me that idea . . . and I’m really proud that ya like it so much”.

“Would you like to play with mine some more?” I invited.

“Ummmmmmm . . .” he was obviously hesitant for some reason”.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to”, I assured him, “I just thought it might satisfy any curiosity you still had about cut cocks”.

“Well yeah . . . I’d like to if it’s really OK . . . I mean if it’s more than just OK. Would y REALLY LIKE me to?” he asked, sounding genuinely unsure.

“Lanny . . . it would make me really, really happy if you played with my PECKER, but only if you WANT to”, I lobbed the ball back into his court. “But if you do or if you don’t, I hope you’re going to let me play with yours some more now that we are both wide awake in the middle of the night”.

Lanny tentatively wrapped his hand around my hard cock. He started to slowly stroke it up and down with short strokes that soon grew longer.

“The skin doesn’t hardly move at all”, he observed.

“If I didn’t have a raging hard on I could actually pull the skin up to completely cover the head of my dick” I informed him. “Actually, it’s a little more like poking the head down into the skin when it’s really soft and smaller than it is now. It’s kind of like a turtle pulling its head back into his shell”, I explained.

That made Lanny laugh and he seemed to relax more and continued stroking my hard cock.

“How about if I play with your’s while you’re playing with mine?” I asked.

“Yeah, that'd be fun!”

I started fondling his big nuts again as he was slowly stroking my dick and watching my cock like he was studying it. With my other hand, I pushed his foreskin back to expose his head as his cock was just about totally hard if not yet throbbing the way it had been earlier. We sat there on his bed facing each other, playing with one another’s cock like a couple school boys having their first sexual encounter with a childhood friend. When the cock honey finally started to ooze out of his pecker head the way it had been doing earlier when I gave him a blow job I made a suggestion.

“Lanny . . . would you like to try something different?” I asked. Get some of that pre cum that is oozing out the head of your pecker and rub it on the head of my cock”, I nearly begged him.

This time it didn’t take Lanny very long at all to respond to my suggestion. He scooped up every drop of pre cum he could get on his fingers and concentrated it on his thumb as much as he could. Then he grasped the stalk of my cock in his fist, wrapping four fingers and his palm around it while he used his thumb that was pretty well drenched in his own pre cum to just rub back and forth over the very tip and the cum slit of my cock. I think it scared him a little bit when I hissed and threw my head back but when I quickly explained that I was only reacting to how amazingly good that felt, he continued.

“You really should bottle that stuff!” I told Lanny.

Precum makes an excellent lube. It really does. It was particularly good for smearing over the very tip of my cock head as Lanny was doing. It wasn’t just the excellent lubricating qualities it possessed; there was something else, something indescribable that was kinda like a little bit of magic.

“Yeah . . . just give me a bottle of Lanny’s precum for lube and throw in a bottle of his highly erotic pheromones and I may never need another man again, at least not I could get back to the real things and have Lanny again!” I remember thinking. OK – let’s not get carried away. Those two aphrodisiacs might not be quite THAT good but it sure would make jerking off by myself a whole lot more pleasurable.

One of the insignificant shortcomings of precum as a lube is that it is pretty quickly absorbed into the skin and you lose that slickness that you need. The good think about that is getting a second dose.

“Here . . . let’s try something”, I encouraged when Lanny and I realized that his natural lube was starting to dry up on us.

I got up onto my knees and straddled his hips. Peeling back his foreskin, I rubbed the tip of my cock directly against the tip of his pecker head. It was almost like a spark of static electricity had jolted both of us. Originally, my cock was only stopping by for a quick refill, but once we experienced the pleasure of our players playing nose to nose that that it suddenly became a new form of foreplay that we took a little time to enjoy.

I started revolving my cock head around Lanny’s head, giving the rim of his cock head a good going over and, of course, during a portion of each revolution it would pass over that very sensitive spot on the underside which was really getting him revved up. We actually spent so much time with that new game that between smearing it over the heads of both our cocks there was none left for Lanny to use if we went back to him playing with my cock as he’d been doing before.

“Hey . . .”, Lanny suggested a new idea, “When I leak precum like this, a lot of it gets caught up in the folds just inside my hood”.

I caught on real quick. We switched positions just for the heck of it, and maybe to get the force of gravity in our favor. I rolled off onto my back and Lanny straddled my hips. He brought his cock back in close proximity to mine, with his plentiful foreskin hanging seductively well past the tip of his pecker. I started rubbing the hood of Lanny’s pecker all around the head of my cock, carefully rolling it back just a bit, almost turning the outer edges of it inside out to gain access to all the lube that boy had stored up in there.

That could have and probably should have led to another new sexual game for Lanny but I wasn’t sure if he was ready for docking yet or not. With my cock head well lubed, Lanny was ready to go back to rubbing his thumb back and forth over my sensitive cum slit, but not before I quickly licked and sucked his hooded foreskin to make sure I wasn’t leaving any of his precious pecker nectar behind.

Lanny seemed to enjoy very casually playing with my cock, and I do mean ‘playing’. He concentrated most of his time and attention upon my cock head which is a sizeable mushroom head topping off a cock of average length and good (uniform) thickness. I think maybe he liked the fact that it was very different from his own pecker head, or for that matter there was very little similarity between any part of our cocks or our balls. At times my bayou boy seemed almost mesmerized. All of the attention he paid to my cock head was having an effect, beyond just keeping my boner up and throbbing hard.

It didn’t glow candy apple red the way the whole head and part of the shaft did when I played with his pecker, but I noticed that the tissue immediately surrounding the cum slit of my cock grew awfully red, very localized compared to how Lanny’s pecker reacted. He also got me leaking a little bit of pre cum which is a fairly rare occurrence that doesn’t happen nearly as often as I’d like. The amount didn’t come close to comparing how Lanny leaked but it was a good thing for me and illustrated how sensitive I was getting down there.

He took the time to stroke the full length of my cock from time to time, but mostly he focused his attention on either the very tip of my cock head or the broad, flanged rim surrounding and outlining the back side of the head. That was pretty much perfect for me because these are by far the most sensitive areas that get me off anyway. It was interesting that he just naturally focused on the areas I would have liked him too without any guidance from me, but I think it had more to do with exploring what was most different, and to him maybe a little unusual, about my circumcised cock.

Most of the time Lanny was playing with my cock we talked except for those times when he seemed really lost in thought and wrapped up in what he was doing and I didn’t want to distract him. Some of that talk consisted of a pretty interesting question and answer session:

ME: “Lanny, if you could change one thing, and only one thing about my cock, what would that one thing be?”

LANNY: “It'd probably be to have your pecker be uncircumcised, but I’m not sure cuz I'm havin' fun playin' with my first circumcised pecker, so I really don’t know. I think I’d say for you to be uncircumcised just cuz I can’t think a nuthin' else ta say.

Lanny seemed a little nervous about his answer but I could tell he was trying to be honest and I sensed he was picking up on the idea of this little Q&A game toward the end of his first response.

LANNY: “OK . . . How 'bout YOU? What would YOU change about YOUR pecker?”

ME: “Same rules?” I checked to make sure the same standards applied that I had put to him. “If I could change only one thing, right?”

LANNY: “Yeah.”

ME: “Well, I just might agree with you. I do really like uncut cocks, and since I played with my very first one I have always dreamed about having one that was uncircumcised. I think all baby boys should be left intact and later they can decide for themselves if they want to have their foreskin removed, even though it’s much easier to have done as an infant. But, having never had my foreskin, I’m not 100% sure.

I know all the plusses of being with a nice uncut piece of meat but there might be some minuses about being uncircumcised that I don’t know about and I might not like it as much as I think I would once I experienced it. No . . . that’s probably my answer, for sure. I like them so much that I’d be willing to take that gamble. But just to give you a different answer so that it won’t be the same as what you said, I think I’d like to have bigger balls. Actually carbon copies of yours would make me very happy!”

Lanny smiled brightly, picking up on the compliment which was absolutely 100% genuine and honest, not just some reply made to win his approval.

ME: “OK Lanny . . . so if you could change only one thing about your own pecker, what would you change?”

LANNY: “Oh, that’s pretty easy. I’d like it to not be so fat down there. How 'bout you? What one thing would ya change 'bout MY pecker?”

ME: “I’d be very happy to answer that question, Lanny. But can we talk a little bit about your answer first?”

LANNY: “OK”.

ME: “Your answer doesn’t have anything to do with me not being able to swallow all of your big pecker earlier, does it?”

LANNY: “No. Well, not really but kinda. Maybe just a little bit. Nobody's ever been able to swallow it all the way. Most a the girls I been with didn’t really try and probably wouldn’t swallow it all the way even if it wasn’t so big and fat. It wasn’t nearly this big when I was only twelve and Beau took it in his mouth, so I don’t think size had that much to do with it back then. He just got really mad cuz I cummed in his mouth. You’re the only other man I ever had sex with and it was cool that ya tried to swallow the whole thing. Ya came a lot closer to doing it than I thought and ya tried really hard. Ya shouldn’t feel bad about not sucking the whole thing. I liked it. I really did. I liked it a lot. It was the best blowjob I ever got. I’m just sorry ya was disappointed”.

ME: “WHOA! WAIT A MINUTE! Lanny, I was NOT disappointed!” I stopped and remembered back for a moment. “OK . . . I think I can see where you might have thought that, and it’s my fault for letting you think that. Yeah, I would have loved to have been able to swallow all of your pecker because it’s such a great cock that almost any man would be really proud of if they were lucky enough to have one just like it. Lanny, Part of the reason I wanted so much to swallow all of your pecker was because it presents a truly amazing challenge for anyone to even try to do that.

That incredible thickness is only a small part of what I like so much about your pecker, but it’s the part that inspired me and challenged me, and I do love a good challenge. I’m also not always so crazy about losing at anything I attempt and I know I probably said something to make you think that I was somehow disappointed about not being able to swallow you up whole. Man, I knew before I started that I wasn’t going to be able to take it all and that’s part of what inspired and challenged me. It excited me! I don’t want to make it sound like the best thing about your pecker is how thick it is down around the base because I don’t think there is a best thing.

But think about this. If your pecker wasn’t that thick, then the whole shape of your pecker would be very different! If your pecker wasn’t that thick, then the weight of your pecker and the way it hangs would be different! If not for that pecker growing thicker and thicker as you get down closer to its root, the whole look of it changes big time. Without that fat, wedge shaped pecker yours would still have fairly impressive length but I’m not sure it would be even close to being as knock your socks off, drop dead gorgeous, cream in your pants sexy as it is.

What you would have left is a very respectable long pecker with super hot, big balls which, don’t get me wrong, a lot of guys would still love to have but it wouldn’t be that master piece that you have hanging between your legs and quite frankly, I never would have felt so damned inspired to try and swallow the whole thing in the first place. What’s important isn’t that I couldn’t swallow all of your pecker; what’s important is that it drove me wild and I would have done almost anything to just try and take it all!”

LANNY: “Really?”

ME: “Damn right really!”

LANNY: “But did I ever tell ya that I never . . . ya know . . . never . . . well, had sex with a girl more than one time? They all complain 'bout it bein' too big and it hurts 'em, so I never had another date with a woman I . . . you know . . . had sex with.

WOW! That part of our conversation set off several alarms and whistles. It put a couple ideas in my head and probably altered the next hour or two of our middle of the night encounter.

ME: “Lanny, I may not be the world’s greatest authority on what women want sexually but I know a whole lot of guys who’d be drooling to go out, and I mean have sex, with you. I’m sure there are plenty of women who would get all wet and love to have a stud like you make love to them too. You’re a young guy and you are relatively inexperienced. I’m sure your limited opportunities have a lot more to do with living out here in the middle of nowhere than it does with anything being wrong with your pecker.

YOUR PECKER IS AMAZING, MAN! You’ve just been unlucky and none of the limited number of women, who were probably more like girls than women, I’m guessing, just weren’t woman enough for a super sexy stud like you. Would you really want to be any lesser of a man because of the inadequacies of a handful of women?”

LANNY: “WOW! Well I guess my answer to that last question would be NO and I never really thought 'bout it the way ya 'splained it. Maybe I better think some more 'bout the answer to what one thing I’d change 'bout this pecker. Ya sure got me thinking different 'bout it now, that’s for sure! So tell me, what one thing would ya change 'bout MY pecker?”

ME: “Hell Lanny, that’s an easy one. I wouldn’t change a thing!”

LANNY: “Ah C’mon! I know for real it aingt all that!”

ME: “Well OK, let me explain why I say that and maybe you’ll understand. Lanny, your pecker is NOT perfect. I’m not sure if there is any such thing on any man alive as a perfect pecker. If there is, I sure haven’t seen it yet but I’ve sure seen an awful lot of nice ones. Nope . . . your pecker is NOT perfect, Lanny, but it just might be perfect for you and it sure as hell is close enough to perfect for me. That’s because every single aspect; every part of your pecker goes so doggone perfectly with every other part that it just all adds up to an unbelievably hot and desirable pecker, and if you changed any one of those things, I’m afraid it gets all out of whack and might lose a lot of its overall beauty and sex appeal.

Now I will tell you the truth about this one thing . . . when I first saw your pecker completely naked, my first reaction was to be a little less than thrilled about how much foreskin you had hanging down over your fully hard pecker. As much as I love an uncut pecker it just seemed to be maybe too much of a good thing. But Man O Man . . . after playing with and sucking on that big ol’ pecker, I started looking at and thinking about that foreskin in a whole different way. There are things that I did with your pecker earlier, and things I am doing with it right now, that I couldn’t do at all or couldn’t do as well and enjoy as much if your foreskin wasn’t just the way it is.

Now, if I really had to choose something . . . I mean if you poured maple syrup all over my naked body and staked me out over a giant hill of fire ants and wouldn’t let me up until I picked something that I’d change about your pecker then I’d probably have to say I’d change your foreskin so that you’d have a little less of it, but the more truthful answer is that I wouldn’t change a thing and mess up something that is as awesome as that pecker you’ve been blessed with.”

LANNY: “You ARE a smooth talking devil; I’ll say that for ya. But I believe ya really mean that. Oh yeah . . . and thank ya for that.”

ME: “Hey Lanny?”

LANNY: “Yeah?”

ME: “Talk is cheap. I know we talked about me sucking your pecker again before you leave for work in the morning and it’s still the middle of the night, but seeing how you woke me up in the middle of the damn night the way you did, I’m guessing that maybe you wouldn’t mind so much if instead of all this cheap talk I just SHOW you how much I love that perfect pecker of yours.

That characteristic big ol’ grin was the only answer I needed. At that point in our conversation, I’d been kneading Lanny’s big ol’ nuts again. I didn’t drop them; I just moved in and took his semi-hard pecker into my mouth and started worshipping it the way it was meant to be worshipped. Lanny did not spring a steel hard full on boner as quickly as I usually do but he was no slouch. I actually liked the fact that it took him just a little longer than it did me because I enjoy a little time spent helping a cock make that exciting transition from limp to tooth-chipping hardness.

I did not make another senseless attempt to swallow that whole pecker that would not be swallowed. I did lavish that over-hanging foreskin with a lot of attention from my lips and tongue. My mission was to do more than just get Lanny’s pecker fully boned. I wanted . . . no, I NEEDED to get him all hot and bothered horny and wanting to cream my throat again with another load of his white hot jizz if my plan had any chance of succeeding, or at least that was my best guess.

When I’d brought him back to the brink again I started to seduce him into doing what I hoped would come next. I asked him if he could think of any other things that two guys could do sexually to get off together other than jerking off and sucking. Unfortunately, asking him a few important questions required me to temporarily release his pecker from my sucking lips but I needed to give him a brief break any way to keep him from exploding all over the place before I was ready.

I asked him if he’d ever put his pecker up some girls butt and had sex with her that way. First he just looked at me like I had two heads or something. Then he laughed and told me that if he’d ever tried something like that with some girl down here in these parts he’d for sure have that girl’s daddy out hunting him with a shotgun. He asked me if I’d ever stuck my pecker up a girl’s butt before.

“No . . . Not a girl’s” I told him.

He flinched a little and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“A butt is a butt, Lanny”, I assured him. Girls have them and guys have them and I think they pretty much feel the same to a pecker.

“Man I'm sorry but there aingt no way nobody’s putting their pecker . . .”

I threw up my hand and started speaking to stop him in mid thought.

“I wasn’t thinking about that at all, Lanny”, I assured him. “I was just thinking how much I’d love to feel that big ol’ pecker of yours spreading my butt cheeks.”

"Wh . . . What?" he stammered.

I think Lanny was almost as shocked by my proposition as he'd just been earlier when he assumed that I wanted to fuck his indescribably sexy bubble butt. But the difference was that this time his resistance to the idea seemed very fleeting as I could see his reluctance melting away like an ice cube on a hot asphalt driveway in August. His eyes were almost as wide as they'd been before but this time they burned very brightly with a very different look about them. Where I had seen a mixture of fear and stubborn denial earlier, I now interpreted a mix of a very similar fear but its companion seemed to be excitement, and the excitement seemed to be slowly growing as the reluctance, if not the fear, slowly melted away.

"Ya put your pecker in a man's butt before?" Lanny asked, seeking confirmation of the answer I'd just given him once already.

This time I answered him with a nod and what I hoped was an encouraging grin.

"What did it feel like?" Lanny asked, his curiosity belying the eagerness that was creeping up on him.

"In a word . . . AWESOME!" I answered and this time I gave him the broadest smile I could generate as if I were recalling the experience with great fondness and excitement. "Lanny, you say you have NEVER had your pecker inside a nice, tight, warm butt before? Not a man's or a woman's?" I prodded, already knowing the answer they he'd already given me earlier.

"Uhhhhh . . . no".

"Then it would be hard for me to explain it to you . . ." I searched for the right words to share the experience with someone who was a complete virgin to anal sex. "Unfortunately, it sounds like straight fucking with the women you have been with hasn't been as pleasurable for you as it should have been, certainly not nearly as pleasurable as I would have hoped, for your sake that it had been. Let me just put it this way, even if you were the biggest pussy hound on the face of the planet who lived and died for the next opportunity to fuck some lady's pussy raw, your first time fucking a nice piece of ass would forever change your outlook on sexual excitement.

Putting your pecker inside a tight butt, I don't care if that butt belongs to a woman or another man, will be tighter and hotter than any pussy you've ever fucked . . . I GUAR . . AN . . TEE", I assured him, using a favorite catch phrase of an old Cajun cook who had his own cooking show. "I just hope what happened to me the first time doesn't happen to you".

I saw the look of worry creep into his eyes again. "Wh . . . What happened to you the first time?" he asked cautiously.

"Well . . .", I paused for effect, "the very first time I stuck my cock up some guys tight little butt it was soooooooo unbelievably TIGHT and soooooooo incredibly HOT that I cam e inside him quicker than I could say, 'I'm Cummmmmmming!" I laughed. "Now that probably wouldn't be the end of the world for you", I assured him, "but I'm hoping you'll give my ass a lot longer ride because I am looking forward to feeling you deep inside me and fucking me for a long, long time, and the longer you can manage to fuck me without blowing your little soldiers all up in my guts, the more pleasure you'll be able to enjoy too", I assured him.

I could see the excitement growing in his eyes again and in his body language.

"But won't it hurt?" he sounded less worried but still concerned.

"Nope!" I laughed. "Lanny, I can safely and honestly assure you that what you will feel will have nothing to do with pain . . ."

Lanny interrupted me in mid sentence, "Nooo . . . I mean won't it hurt YOU?"

"Oh ME!" I laughed again. "To be honest, Yeah it will probably hurt a little bit . . ." I paused and looked down at that mammothly thick base of my Bayou Boy's pecker and quickly altered my last admission, "On second thought . . . taking a pecker like your up my butt will probably hurt a lot . . . you might even say it could hurt like hell . . . at least for a little while . . ."

Again, Lanny interrupted before I could finish, "Then why would ya want me to stick my pecker up your butt if it's gonna hurt like that?" he asked innocently.

"Because I know from experience that any pain I might feel for just a little while will turn into the most exquisite pleasure and I know that whatever pain I might feel for that little while be worth the intense pleasure that will be a hundred times greater and last a lot longer than any pain it might cause me", I reassured.

"Ya mean it really feels THAT good?" he asked with eyes wide in disbelief.

"Sadly, not for EVERYONE", I confided honestly. "Some people just can't get past that initial moment of pain and experience the intense pleasure that follows. It's a physical thing . . . mostly, for a lot of people. I've got to admit that the first time I got fucked up the butt, it hurt like the dickens and I didn't enjoy it very much at all, and I've got to tell you honestly that taking a cock up the butt isn't something I do very often, but when I do I enjoy it . . . probably a lot more than you can imagine".

"Then why do ya want me to stick my pecker up your butt . . . why tonight . . . why ME?" he asked with genuine curiosity. "Have ya ever had a pecker like mine up your butt before?"

"Remember, Lanny . . ." I laughed, reminding him "THERE IS NO OTHER PECKER LIKE YOURS! If what you are asking, and I think it is, have I ever taken a cock as big as yours up my butt, the answer is that I'm not sure if I've been fucked by a cock as long or longer than yours and as far being fucked with something as thick as your pecker gets down there", I said pointing toward the base, "NOT EVEN CLOSE"!

I could see that Lanny looked even more confused than before I answered his question..

"Lanny . . . I told you that I don't do this very often. You asked me 'Why tonight?' and 'Why YOU'. Well the simple, honest answer is that I want it tonight because it IS YOU. Lanny, I don't decide that I want a pecker up my butt based on how big or small the pecker is . . . it's not about the pecker . . . not anything at all to do with the pecker . . . it's all about the man who possesses the pecker. That's why tonight and why YOU! Can you understand that?"

Lanny didn't have to answer. I could see that he'd gotten my message just fine. He looked like he was about to cry for a second again, and then he turned on that beaming smile of his and I knew that the last barrier to his deciding to give me the gift of his magnificent pecker had just come tumbling down.

With that, I gently took Lanny's pendulous cock and balls into both hands. They began to stir almost immediately. We were both on our knees, facing each other in the middle of his bed with lightning flashing all around us outside and illuminating the room more frequently with each passing minute as the storms continued to approach. I quickly turned off the bedside lamp so that we could enjoy nature's own strobe light show. I pressed my body firmly against Lanny's as I continued to fondle his huge nuts and that fat pecker. I leaned in and down a little to bring my face into the nape of his neck, remembering his response to my all too brief attention paid to this area earlier.

I must have spent a good five minutes pleasuring his neck and his sensitive ear lobes with my lips, my tongue and my teeth. Lanny rewarded me with lots of soft sighs and gentle moans; lots and lots of Oooooooooo's and Ahhhhhhhhhhhh's. That was very different and much more tame than the very boisterous reactions that the boy bombarded me with when I was working over his big pecker, but in his own way I suspect that Lanny was enjoying this brief interlude of foreplay almost as much as he'd enjoyed me eating his massive meat. Lanny kicked up the intensity of his verbal responses a bit when I dropped down to play with his highly sensitive and ever pointy little nipples on his flat, hard chest.

The increased noise level was accompanied by an increase in movement as Lanny would twitch and jerk in response to my nipple foreplay, especially when I would lightly nibble and chew on his hard nubs. All the while, I never once released his cock and balls from my grip and Lanny's pecker was now pointing more skyward and full on hard. A little more nipply nibbling had it throbbing in my hands and it had once again begun to leak that sweet nectar he produced in very good quantities.

Advising Lanny to remain exactly where he was, I repositioned myself flat on my back and carefully slid, head first directly beneath him. From that position I took his heavy, hanging nuts into my mouth, one at a time as that was still all I could manage. I loved Lanny's balls almost as much as I loved that dreamy fucking pecker of his. They seemed to have a life of their own, especially when I was underneath him and licking and sucking on them; taking them into my mouth, each in turn to give them the worship they so richly deserved. They moved around in his hairless sack, entirely of their own accord.

At times their movement appeared to be a sort of flexing and at other times they seemed to just get up and dance. I don't know if it was even possible for this oral worship of Bayou Boy's Balls too get his cock any bigger or harder because he'd already been pretty much at full capacity before I started down that street, but it definitely turned on the faucets full blast as his pecker started to drip and ooze more slimy, sweet precum than ever before.

Lanny was pretty lost in his own little world, enjoying the action I was giving him and I don't think he even noticed when I raised my knees to get enough traction to slide just a little further back but he definitely noticed big time when my tongue suddenly darted between the firm twin cheeks of his beautiful bubble butt. He was startled and he jumped like he might jump clean off the bed. The only sound that came from that boy in that first instant was a long hissing sound. The fact that he only jumped, startled, and made no effort to retreat or voiced any demands for me to stop indicated that he trusted me and that trust was something I knew I'd have to work hard to keep as my desires for that amazing, hairless butt was already stoking my rising lust.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww . . . that's soooooooooooooooooooooo nassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssty", Lanny moaned after a brief but not insignificant delayed verbal reaction. He'd actually recoiled a little and raised his butt up away from my face initially, but only for the very briefest second before he settled back down to almost sit right on my face.

"Nasty huh? Does that mean you want me to stop?" I asked, fully confident from Lanny's reaction that the answer would be no.

"Oh please don't!" Lanny virtually begged. "I mean please DON'T STOP!" he quickly reiterated, making damn sure that I didn't misunderstand his response.

"I didn't think so", I chuckled.

I was afraid that if I'd mentioned the possibility of giving him a rim job, and no doubt had to explain exactly what that entailed, guessing that my Bayou Boy very well might have not known the first thing about being rimmed, Lanny probably would have been grossed out and balked at the suggestion. On the other hand, I don't think I have ever encountered a guy who once you managed to have him in such a vulnerable position and slipped your tongue up his butt, totally without any expectation on his part ever had the strength of mind to actually tell me to stop what I was doing when every cell in his body was screaming, "Oh Gawd . . . Don't stop whatever that is that you're doing" no matter how gross and disgusting their mind might be trying to tell them that the act seems to them to be.

Lanny's initial, physical reaction to feeling a tongue working it's way up his butt for what I was almost certain was the first time might have been to rise up and escape that strange sensation, but it was already too late, his ass having felt the exquisite sensations my tongue was capable of delivering and he ultimately squatted back down for more.

"That is so sick, but I LOVE IT!" Lanny practically screamed.

"Oh, you ain't seen . . . uh, I mean felt nothing yet", I promised him.

All Lanny had felt so far had been my tongue trying to part the cleft that separated those two perfect mounds of man muscle that were the cheeks of his amazing bubble butt. I had to bring my hands to bear to help separate his cheeks further before I could begin a full assault on his tight little, pink pucker.

"AYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lanny screamed loudly. "HOLY MOSES, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?"

"It's called rimming, dear boy, or in other words, eating the most delicious ass I've ever had the privilege of sinking my tongue into. You like?

Since I can't begin to figure out how to spell the next sound that came from Lanny's mouth, or more accurately, his throat, suffice it to say that he pretty much purred and then followed with, "I LIKE!"

I alternated between licking both sides of that deep groove separating Lanny's butt cheeks and trying to see how far up his impossibly tight (and I am assuming totally virgin) hole. All the while, I continued to fondle his man-sized, dancing nuts in my hands. I didn't have to look in order to tell that he was still dripping precum like a faucet.

What wasn't hanging suspended from the head of his cock when it became too much for the folds of loose skin in his foreskin to hoard before it eventually broke and fell to the mattress he was kneeling on was running down the underside of his big pecker and over his hairless ball sack where I could easily feel it. I did, however, back off just barely long enough to sneak a peek up front and noticed that Lanny's big, fat pecker was bobbing and bouncing up and down, doing a little dance of its own. And of course Lanny kept up a nearly continuous chorus of moans, punctuated with a lot of Ooooo's and Ahhhh's and the occasional word of encouragement to make sure I wasn't about to stop what I was doing any time too soon.

I could have died and gone to heaven that night happy with the opportunity to tongue lash those tantalizing testicles and eating the sweetest ass south of the Mason Dixon Line, since both those activities are near the top of my list of favorite fetishes and Lanny was as near to perfect as any man could get in both departments.

But fortunately, having my tongue worming it's way up that boy's butt reminded me of the main attraction that awaited me and I could feel my own ass starting to 'itch' with sweet anticipation. Still, after very reluctantly retreating from Lanny's hot groove I couldn't resist just one more quick pass at those incredible nuts which had by then climbed up closer to the base of Lanny's fat pecker than I had seen them at any point that night. They really were an irresistible sight to behold.

My decision to take one more whirl around the block with Lanny's big sperm makers was almost as logistical as it was pure pleasure. I hadn't yet decided just how I was going to take that big, fat pecker up my ass yet; that is to say that I hadn't decided upon a position for each of us and I hoped to make it a smooth transaction as I nudged Lanny toward the real main event of the night.I was torn between what position I thought would be best for Lanny and what I would like best myself (not being totally unselfish about what we would soon share).

I'd seen what a wild man Lanny could become during the heat of sexual activity, and I strongly suspected that putting him in the driver's seat where he could control things for the most part would bring him the greatest amount of pleasure, which was very important to me since it would be his first time fucking a man or fucking any butt regardless of its gender. But there was also the little matter of safety and my need to survive this big league fuck-a-thon as well as enjoy it. What I wanted, for myself, more than anything was to get a good look at Lanny's pretty face that moment when he sank his big pecker into a hot ass . . . MY hot ass for the first time in his life.

When I got a good look at how the precum was just flowing out of Lanny's covered pecker head I suddenly switched gears again. I just had to get that boy's cock in my mouth one more time before I had him shove it up my ass. So call me greedy! I took Lanny's pecker between my lips and my tongue went into automatic search mode, seeking out the sweet nectar that Bayou Boy secreting so generously. But I didn't want to just suck up all that great tasting prelube and run; I wanted to suck that fantastic cock some more. Considering what I ultimately wanted, I decided that luring Lanny into a much more dominant position where he might actually face fuck me before I turned him loose to fuck my ass might be appropriate.

I scooted my ass back and settled up against the headboard with a couple pillows to prop me up. Then I invited Lanny to straddle me and bring his cock up close so that I could suck his pecker the way he liked it. I started sucking that boy like there was no tomorrow but with my hands on his butt cheeks, pulling him into me, it wasn't long before his natural excitement and pure animal lust took over and without any real coaxing from me Lanny was fucking my face like he was going to drive my head right through that headboard! It would have been so easy to just keep letting that stud drive his fat cock as far down my throat as we could manage together.

I'd have loved to let him shoot another big load of his tasty Cajun Cum down my throat and I was sure that Lanny would have been perfectly content to do what, so far, he did best. But I just had to have that huge pecker fucking my ass. It was the ultimate goal behind all of our foreplay that night and I couldn't bring myself to bail out on that objective. I really wanted that cock badly.