Homegrown BJ JO Stories

 The plumber's assistant was dressed a little too comfortably. Those popular baggy silver shorts, are at least acceptable in this heat wave. I didn't expect to get a full peek up the loose leg, of the assistant's manly meat display. His missing underwear, would've blocked that view. So, when his two-way radio, broke the hip-string, and they slipped off, tumbling to the floor. His loaded hands, were unable to block the sudden frontal view of the young buck. From the mid-driff football jersey,  down to the silver shorts piled up around his ankles, there was no interruption. The young, why are they shaving all that shit? Makes 'em look uncomfortably underage. Even when they're 22-23 like this dude. Give me a wooly mammoth any old day! It took mere seconds for the guy to drop the tools, and yank up the shorts, that could now, fall again at any moment. Frankly, I'd kinda like a second showy look. I won't lie and claim an uncut 9, or 10 inches, but, it was unc...

 It's not  that I distrust men that haven't hung out their meat for me to see. It may sound judgemental, but, some guys, I don't care if they even have a dick, let alone size, proportions, girth, not circ'd, etc. Mind ya, it's mostly curiosity. I mean, if every uncut man trotted around with a forehead tattoo saying, "Intact." At least I know, further, who will be beginning the ladder of attraction toward a relationship. Oh, to be alive in a non-cutting culture, like Denmark, or something, must be sublime. You could, find a man, and, an over 95% chance, he's  gonna be intact. [Since an overwhelming percent of U.S.A.'s population, is of European descendents, ...makes you wonder how they bought into the "medically beneficial" circumcision scam at all!] I saw a modestly older fella, come into this convenience store, every night, about an hour before beer sales ended, night after night. He'd buy a 24 Oz can, or on weekends a 6-pack, not li...

 When the timer went off, the meatloaf was ready. The cook, was not.  On the back dock, killing a cigarette, while having his dick sucked, was the highlight of his week. [He toyed with the idea of leaving it all hanging out, under his apron, for the rest of the day.] He doesn't take long, the usual "10 minutes of silence" joke and all. Hell, he even likes the neighborhood fella, that drops by a few times a week, to clean the alley, and take home the 'just out of date' food stock, that sucks a little dick sometimes.. Even Chef Ron, wouldn't  turn that other stuff over to the ESP Peacy A. But, more than that, Allen, liked that the blowjobs are freely given, and he gets one or two a week from, Taylor. The noon waitress was peeking into the pass-thru, and he knew she'd  be coming out back in just another minute, that bitch. He dated her once back in High School, and she blabbed to the whole school he pulled out his dick and it was small. [Sure, it's smalle...

 Since I have already graduated High School, and the College I'm heading for ain't starting until September, I decided to save "coming out" from Mom, 'til I was sure. I was at the park, when the buddy I was skating with, blew me off. So, I trailed the walkways awhile, got tired of that. Then, this old fart buzzed past doing a handstand on his board! Nothing on but, a pair of baggy gym shorts. Well, that and the friendship anklet.... The wooly, salt and pepper chest prolly looked damn fine, in his day. I followed on around the curve, leisurely.  He was holding his board beside him, on the bench, face to the sun. "Hello, sir. That was impressive." He squinted, and shielded his eyes from the bright sun. His scraggly nuts barely drooping out his short's left hem . "Have you done handstands on a skateboard all your life?" "Not yet." He chuckled. His belly hair wafted, as he laughed, swear-ta-gawd it did...in slow motion at that! "...

My school buddy, Jeffrey, and I went to work making these tires back in....well, back when we were fresh out of the Army. Well, he and I worked in various departments, on and off, him boss, me boss, and somehow never really had a need or opportunity to even hang dork together. Until the pool party. But, by then, we had both married, both divorced, one childless, one ugly. My first ever blow job, from a guy, was just after my divorce...a phone ring from a co-worker late at night. But, that's another story. WHEN I was house sitting for an Aunt, it was Jeffery's birthday that Saturday, so we got some beers and Hot dogs, was grillin' and chillin' with some music playing . It wasn't  long, probably around Sundown that the crowd of co-workers withered, and Jeffrey threw is trunks up in the air, landing on the deck with a plop. It was dark in the pool so we couldn't see what he was working with, mind ya, I knew him for decades and never had the casual opportunity to se...

 When I'm performing, if I don't believe it, I can't sell it. I even sing with my own voice...not Mariah Carey, but at least Sheena Easton. I did the early show one evening, [you either hang around in drag or you slip it off to keep it fresh for the late show,] not wanting to damage my Vera, I changed into a tee shirt and jeans...then slipped among the bar patrons like an invisible celebrity.  I headed to the horse-trough  (our slang term for the mirror-walled, 4' long urinal.) I saw a gruff n scruffy cowboy, that had earlier tipped me $20, that was now busy hangin' out his goods. Not to mention pissin like a horse. In a Sam Elliot voice, he offered, "That was a good show today, (just as I was about to thank him, ) wasn't it?" "It's not a Chicago production, but the girls have spunk." I tried sounding like a patron. "How about that Patty la Cakes! Does her own singing, and all." He sniffed, cleared his throat, and spit a lungie ...

 [Model pics are by author, See full set here:  https://homegrownnudemen.blogspot.com/2022/04/trace-james-35mm-bw-session.html] "C'mon Trace!" I saw my best buddy's eyes pleading. "No way! It's not your butt gonna be plastered all over the internet." I stated. "You saw the notice, I have High BMI, or I would. Besides, I've seen you in the dressing room, you have a package made for porn." "Well, maybe I don't want to show Ron Jeremy up. ...what if mom sees them?" "You don't think your mom knows you have a dick? Besides, Nobody will find out!" He urged,  "How many gay websites turn up in your mom's internet search history, anyway?" "If a single word leaks out, I will know the source!" (What the fuck am I doing? It's not like live webcamming, ...this is  real.) I took a deep breath, resolved.  I'm gonna do this, [besides the flyer said up to a Grand, a pecker pic ain't gonna pay t...