Homegrown BJ JO Stories

 Friday, The drag show began: There were the bar flies, at the bar, watching the shirtless leather stud shake cocktails high enough to see his armpits. There were the serious attendees, grabbing tables, and dropping tips. Those two sailors over there, look at odds. One is way too amused,  one is way too confused. Boo Merangue opened and did 3 lip-syncs, showing off the new gown, and closed with a sung torch tune. Carmel Cokaine did the obligatory Beyoncé approach. Then, the popular Belle Leemick was introduced and the crowd perked up. A cowboy to my right, kept re-adjusting his basket, which dramatically increased in mass, between when he headed up to drop a Texas-$!×€ tip; got an air kiss, and returned ...fist in pocket. I went to the showroom, to hang my hose and tinkle, a trickle. There was a cluster of drag wannabes, "If ya use a urinal, ya gotta step back, until your piss can't  reach anymore." A tough, for a chick, voice stated tonight's rules. I stepped up to t

 The further adventures of my Little-Dicked college classmate Samuel Leon Boney. Sam impressing with his confidence. I am at the larger end of average hung guy, being 5-3/4" [14.6 cm,] add to that my big set o' balls. Author's real meat. My buddy Sam only sports about an inch, and a half [again, 3.5cm,] with normal to small nuts in his sac. Zamboni's real meats. So, I have been fully surprised at his horndog-itude. I guess more his lack of hang-ups over having the smallest dick in the room, year in, year out. I was traveling towards Tulsa, somewhere near Stroud, eventually heading to Northern Arkansas, and we went into the Men's room. You know the one. I figured Sam'd be hiding under a bushel, no. He walked right up beside the slim, limberjack-lookin' trucker with a chain on his wallet! (There were probably 12 other screenless urinals, wide open.) "Got a Heavy load?" He asked the non plus trucker, while unbuckling and unzipping for his tiny reveal

 Whew! Now this heat wave, and pandemic are over,  I can get back in the saddle. At 35, (and 20 added pounds,) the old baby-faced, hitchhiking coyness, "...sorry I don't  have any money, I'm trying to get to my Aunt's to get some...I'd  do anything for a lift...." (Usually a little roadhead, and jism taste was all, but, occasionally, a butt plundering happened. ("Careful, with that monster dick, hoss! I still gotta walk after we're done!") Yeah, ...now it's gonna be way more blunt. 1. No mention of any price, means no prostitution charges. They know I have no money, and sometimes they give me $20 or $100...but, as a gift. 2. Offer IF THEY WANT and consensual head is on the table. Bareback blowjobs, but, condom-only, ass-play...that usually limits the obligation. So my Aunt always lives in some city, around 45 miles ahead, of wherever I happen to be picked up,...and I can travel as far as 300 mile hitches, both ways, on my days off...though I

 As dairy manager, at the Wiggling Pig Grocers, It was my job to assign real estate in the dairy case. So when, reps would come by, I'd look for products that will move. Marcus was a sexy little dog. He had way-hairy arms, and a linebackers chest, clean shaven above his snug tie. His dazzling green eyes were penetrating, and his nice light brown haircut was so perfect, any rug-maker would love to emulate it. He sold a name brand Mozzarella, Cheddar, and Provalone...among other stuff line, but, I digress -- I was in the warehouse, at the employee's men's when I got sidetracked with a sexy-text. I was hanging out by the sink, playing on the phone, and Marcus busted in...unzipped flopped out a handful of happiness, and hosed into the toilet. "Ahh, man. Traffic is awful...oh, hey, didn't mean to barge in on you." "It's a 2-holer."  He knowingly glanced a couple of shots at my still free-hanging, half-hard out of fly meats. His piss suddenly cut off,

 It's almost a joke that Dave and I are on Bear Patrol with the Green Range National Park. We're both stocky, bearded, gay Rangers. I've noticed, with Covid, the crowd-pleasing parks suffered in attendance, but, our little slice of the Rockies got a boost...namely among Gay Naturist groups. Now, we are far from the "Family oriented" parks, like Yellowstone, and to tell the truth, as many Naturist groups go hiking, they carry trash bags, and pick up litter. Thus it was with Plain Bears, out of South Kansas/Northern Oklahoma. I flipped Dave, he got South Trail, I got North. I could tell a group had gone ahead of me, from the lack of litter...and it wasn't long before I caught up to the group. They weren't hard to spot, and the North trail rarely got a bear report. So, I greeted, answered questions, and everybody was friendly. "No, nudity isn't an issue, until it becomes an issue." "Now, I don't want your group to get in trouble for lew

 The Homeless veterans, I have been aware of, and as a veteran, is a concern. I've been driving a Taxi 3 years, and thought I saw it all. Then, a chatty fart, about 45 hopped in my cab on the Naval Air Station's flight terminal. (An airport, just for moving military personnel around, on free flights.  If you're inactive duty/retired, we'll you can ride as standby, as well) So, I began with the customary, "where to?"  "Take me to the Chiefs' barracks."  As I drove we made small talk. Turned out he was a retired airdale, from Prestonburg, KY. But, currently, just bounced from base to base; as conditions grow too crowded, he moves on. He flys free as a standby on military planes, and if barracks are full at destination, will grab a hotel, ...or hostel. Jet Set Homeless, but, not exactly the aimless. "Here ya go, it's a hundred, ...I'll either be back out for some change, or we're going eleswheres." He trotted into the Chiefs