Homegrown BJ JO Stories

 I've been in this house, on the edge of town 6 whole months. There are friendly, and some downright attractive, co-workers. Yet, I'm tired of only knowing co-workers, and hanging out after work. So I bought a cheap above ground pool. Instantly, the co-workers had to help with set up. Wasn't  long before the pool parties started. Sexy Ted was the first to ditch his trunks later one night, about two weeks in. It was after dark, and with no in pool lights, so nobody saw much. A few left, right away, and the others wandered off before long. "Well, who knew getting naked would run everybody off?" He half drunkenly lamented. "If I knew that, I'd  have started a no suit policy from day one!" I chuckled, as I walked though the water's resistance. I heard a lunge behind me, and felt my trunks around my knees as Ted was underwater pantsing me, alone in the pool. I was surprised, and not too drunk to pretend a protest. I fell over, as I slid my legs and fe

 Water Parks are popular... ...Not to mention eye candy opportunities galore. I worked a weekend at one, I know. I started Friday and a few of the guys took me under wing, including my gay supervisor, Rickardt. I had to wear the trim-fitting, and rather-showy, flame-orange speed-built suit...and zinc on my nose. I felt like I was walking around naked. I wasn't a life guard, tho' we all had to attend a start of the day, daily first-aid rally. My manager came up to me and said, "follow me." We went to the bathhouse, and he said, "I see what you've got in your trunks, take it out." I know these suits are showy, and it seemed like an odd, if not unreasonable, request. I reached in, and hoisted my full meat and potatoes, saggy sac and all. "Wait. Hold on."  I'm standing there dork on display. "Let me see your hands." His demeanor, suddenly more sympathetic. "You mean your not packing your suit with a sock?" He sincerely asked

My dirty secret? [Looks left and right] I think hillbillies are sexy. Okay, not exactly the barefoot, long-grey bearded, jug holder, on the porch, ...but the scruffy, hairy jawed, beat-up pickup driving, worn, dirty jeans wearing, non-rich, red-neckedy looking types. Buck Greaser on Flickr I guess it started when I drove to  Arkansas for a pre-college, campus tour.  I stopped into town early, and ordered a fast food breakfast. While awaiting my food, I slipped into the restroom for a road piss. There was a moonshine-making-looking buck, in a thermal undershirt, lifted above his stomach, and he had dropped-to-the-floor overalls, huddled around his ankles. He was rinsing the suds off his soapy balls. "Marnin'." He didn't jank his coveralls up, just casually got a little more water, slicked off some more, and let his meat hook hang as he again rinsed his hands. The urinal was right beside the sink, so, I made mirror eye contact, "Mornin', y'all." The st

 I first discovered Crisis Dads when I was 23. Men who have lied to their dick as a teen, now were trapped in the suburban Wife/Kids scenario. Some were lucky, and the wife asked for a quiet divorce "to find herself" before he had to "come out" to her. Others fulfilled their role, getting a quickie here and there, usually on business, or camping trips. So, I was at a Gay Bar, and a married co-worker came in, though I did notice his ring conspicuously missing. He seemed lost, so I had to make him feel welcome. I walked up and said, "I came in ten minutes ago...I'm not sure, but I think this might be a gay bar. He laughed and cheerily offered, "HI. I'm Larry." "But, you look like [I caught myself before saying BARRY,] ..., um, you could use some less colorful change of scenery." Larry/Barry? Look-alikes? Twins? I seem to remember Barry saying his brother is going through a nasty divorce. "So, what fun are you looking for?" I

 Cowboys learnt long ago, the tighter the britches, the fewer the injuries. So, buckle bunnies learnt just as fast, whether or not, a particluar cowboy had anything to show for himself. Now, I done seen Brent and Sammuel on several occasions, and have seen enough of them without the britches, to know what generates their unique bulge forms. I say unique only that everyman has unique ratios of dicks and balls, let alone the overall quantities. You see where I'm going?  Brent and Samuel team-roped, probably 8 or 9 years...always in this states' top 10. Well, you've probably seen their pictures,  but, if ya haven't, Sammuel is the one that hangs left, all balls short rod, while Brent hangs right, his jocked-pouched pecker hanging, over a pair of micro-balls. Put  on a pleasing show? They sure do. How'd I see their close-up magic? Well, I was there the night Sammuel [who wears his jeans so tight, he'd hafta wear his underwear on the outside...If he ever wore any,] h

 I like men a lot older than me. I mean, like, late 30's, even 40! I don't like the Disco-Bunny/twinks...they're too bitchy. So there was this guy, light, untanned skin, black hair,  Green Eyes, and a Green Tartan flannel shirt, and Beefy fittin' jeans. Like, Lil Abner, on St. PATRICK'S Day He looked like a cross between the Golden Movie Statuette, and a solid Lumberjack. [I'd like to see him jacking HIS lumber!] "What brings you to town?" "'I'm from East Tennessee, I sell paint to local hardware stores." [Must be succesful, I'd buy a warehouse fullfrom him!! What having a nice, handsome, square jaw, n'all.] === We were already in the BJ action, when his tongue slipped further down and was digging my ass, but, whole! I stiffened. [I guess quite litterally.] I'd never had a rim-date before. He said, "you just throw those legs over my shoulders, I'll  do the rest.  And He Did! Wow. He nuzzled, and licked, and drille

  Wouldn't be lying, if it's true.☺ I was in Philly, minding my gent's business. I noticed the marble dividers, between the City Hall stalls up on the 3rd floor, had some previously drilled holes, the current dispensers didn't  completely cover. I was freshly in my 20's, and knew I liked Tits and Dicks...this was before the Tranny-man, or, the chick's-with-dicks craze. I was sitting in the dead-silent stall, pinching before the plop, and the old door creaked open from the hallway. All the urinals were free, so I was surprised when a man came into the stall next to me, just to piss. I could see the peeled-back, freshly-exposed head glistening, even waft the manly aroma, mixed with soap-cologne. Couldn't see above the waist, just a flat blue stomach and wooly blond arms. Couldn't tell  his age. The blue slacks fit him well, and that hanging crank was a joy to behold. I had never heard of a glory hole,  what with living a sheltered farm-boy life. But, Mr. B

I really didn't plan it. I slowly built my basement railroad in modular boxes, but the sexy stuff just happened by accident. Jim first mentioned the pink granite tunnel looked like the train was getting a blow job. Mike first noticed the figure 8 at one end, and the long middle run, with a circle on the end, looked like a hard dick! ○===8 I usually run the trains in my basement, while in my skivvy shorts, ... Snackin', or Jackin'. I was jacking off, while running the layout one night, and I noticed a shadow, and rustling at a basement window, between Mr. Jones' house and mine. He is a nice looking, fighting-fit, retired, war vet, widower. Wearing only my gape-fly boxers, I rushed out the back way. To catch the peeping-Tom in the act. Mr. Jones, wearing a dark green robe, was crawling around on the ground. "Oh! Mr. Jones, it's you!" "I wasn't spying on you, I'm  looking for Killer." (Killer was his, too friendly, and energetic, Jack Russel

 In Junior college, I learned about diversity, in the Navy I met various ethnic friends. We called one red headed sailor of Irish descent, "Judge" and "Roy-boy." The first because his name was Roy Dean, the second because the ship TVs always played The Waltons reruns...everybody on the ship was called Bob-boy, Mark Boy...but, everyone agreed, Roy Boy had a nice ring to it...well, except the moniker Judge Roy Dean, that a Texan hung on him earlier. There are distinct times and places, where casual nudity is the norm, and expressing any form of modesty is looked upon as non-masculine. Other times, you just don't look nor show, even if everyone in the room has already seen it. Let's face it, everybody knew the Judge had the biggest pecker on our ship. Having often run into red heads in swimming pool bathhouses, gyms, the military, and as a rodeo masseur, they either have small engines, or a schlong of wonder and awe...nothing in-between.  Well, Judge Roy Dean h

 I don't like "having" to hitchhike, seems to be when you have the worst luck. But some Summer days, if ya gotta get there, hitchhiking is kind of pleasant, for a little wander-lust. So this older, halfway-gruff, fella stopped.  "Y'all going far?" "Ardmore, 'bout 70 miles." "Hell, you may as well hop on in, then." I got in and he barely had the car back in lane. "Want a snort?" He waved a paper bag-wrapped flask at me. "Oh! No sir. Last time I drank, my friends posted naked pics of me, and claimed I was smoking pole on anyone that wanted!" "Oh. This is peppermint Schnapps, I just use it to freshen my breath." "Maybe for that...." I guzzled a good double-shot. "Careful son. It's really 99 Peppermints...." I'll say, I was already seeing stars. He popped a sip. "So how'd you end up sucking all that dick?" "I don't even remember doing it. They could just be J

 I was at work when an über-hot frequent customer, veteran came in. Older guys like to pee right away, or they don't bother at all. Depends. Veterans tend to show off dick a lot, and are often talkative in men's rooms. Since, I was back near the bicycles, and therefore the restrooms, I quickly slipped in getting ready to have some interaction. I closed the handicapped stall door, and was turned halfway from urinal, towards the door. I would have a great, side view of the urinal as I washed my hands. I watched the light under the door-crack, yep feet just outside. Phone in one hand, flushing with the other, everything pulled out. I looked up as the door swung open.  Jack Pot!  I mean, studly-assed, Jack Potts, came in with his silver hair, thin lips, and shuffling saunter. He already had his fly unzipped, while using the other hand to shove the door open. "Oh! Hey Jack, step on up, I'm  done." He was headed to the urinal, yep, he yanked all that meat out! "How

 I stopped to piss on this innocuous road trip. I was just minding my own business, when a daddy outside the door asked, "are you big enough girl to go by yourself?"  "Then, Daddy will be in here." With that, I wish I hadn't taken the middle urinal. The lanky, black hatted, flat stomached, cowboy came in.. He was hurrying behind me, around to my left, and I could hear him quickly unbuckle, and unzip as he did so. "Ahhh," he flopped out an uncut dick above his nuts that were hangin' over an elastic waistband. His tightly-chested western shirt did little to shield the meat-show! He lifted the cowboy hat, and rubbed his jet-black crew cut. I really wasn't  trying to look at the road-daddy, anything more than a casual curious, glance. When, he slapped a vibrating phone to his ear...it was just too much opportunity to gather another, far better view. [Hell, I can jack off about the blue-eyed slim daddy-o can't I?] I couldn't help notice his

 I was just a 19 yr old dragging Main. I saw a guy with a tricked out YodaTruck, sitting on the tailgate, his hood raised. It being a Summer nite, he was only dressed in a short pair of cutoffs, white crew socks and tennis shoes, a pukka-shell necklace, a crew cut, and some Swedish good looks! I rolled into the parking lot, "...something wrong with the motor?" He tilted his lantern jaw, "Have a look!" By the time I got parked, and walked over, he had come around to the front of the truck. "Whew! Slick!" I exclaimed. "These trucks came with three engine choices, inadequate, run of the mill, and big." He lifted a foot to the lifted-truck's bumper. Right then, a jock-pouch, filled with nuggets of joy, fell out one leg of his cut offs, while he continued, "This one's big." "I'll say. It's packed in there, fer sure. I'm Paul."  "I'm Trent, I'm just hanging out," (I'll  say!) "...watchi