Homegrown BJ JO Stories

"I hate waking you up just so I can get a candy bar," I jovially told the cashier at 3 in the morning. "Who can sleep? That biker chick just sucked this dude's dick right in front of the beer cooler." He replied, "they thought they were hidden,"  He admitted, "I used the gasoline binoculars to watchthem, up in the corner mirror." "I knew he caught me looking, and approved, when he gave me a 'thumbs up." Taylor boasted. "Taylor, you always get the best shift stories." "As long as we don't get robbed, and I get to watch.  ...management never takes time to go back on the tape...you kiddin'?" "One time," he mused, "while he was still a deputy, .. that guy,  ...that's running for sherrif..." "Bunnel" "Yeah Bunnell,  stepped over me to go piss, not even bothering to close the door, I leaned back and I saw what he was working with...not much, I'll tell ya." ...

 Okay, first, the really old man confessing was 98. A few years back, I was giving him a massage on his shot knee, at a retirement condominium, and he was still sharp as a tack. He sat forlon in the lobby, his ole nuts hanging down his leg, perking up as I called his name. "Can you get my hip, too?" Seeing his nuts hanging out of his senior-shorts, as he slipped across the modesty towel, "I could do the whole thigh. Can we loose the depends for a little while?" "You're gonna see, ...Mine's a bit stubby...you're not going to suck it are you?" (Damn this old man, is frisky.) "No, Dale, I hadn't planned on it." "Haven't had my dick sucked in 30 years..." (Damn, I don't  know which is sadder, not getting a healthy dick sukkin' for 30 years, or, still wanting one after 95yrs old!") "Careful when you get up in there, it gets hard, (Still?) If you merely bump the left nut. I've had it go off so,   I ke...

 I was 18 now, and knew what I liked. Dad supported my coming out, by telling me why he moved out. That explained why mom, married and moved-in, Fellow Athletic Christian's State Coach of the Year, "Coach Leering." (Okay, he's really named Gearing, but, all, but the clueless, noticed how he, and his roving eye, would pow wow the guy's teams everytime we got undressed, was in the shower, or still in towels awaiting weigh-out.) Our Team Clown, Kevin Cave (we called him Cave-in-cave, or Cave Man,) once said, "Hey, Coach! If you're trying to spot the queers, you ought to just get nekkid with us!" (Which he paid for with 10 laps.) But, I digress... So, Dad came out to me as well. "Want to celebrate, by camping in Eureka? I know a Men's only campground, and you can get naked as you want." "What if I get a boner?" "Son, you're 18 now, by now, you should have figured out, how to deal with that. I just not ready for the Beaks ...

 When old Jesse first spoke to me, he was standing right beside me, at the local filling station's washroom. Jesse's real dick, soft, with all that slurking foreskin wrinkled up. "Sure is coming down!" "What? I just came in it's hot and sultry!" He assured me it "just hit" and he was gonna take his time pissin', waiting for a lull. "I guess it's not going to be a squirt and run, for me either." He'd stopped pissin' a long time back. His wrinkly foreskinned milking was, showy, and extensive. He started elongating. We were alone, and I said, "Oh! See what you've  done?" He said, "You ain't  seen nothing, yet." His dick was originally a super wrinkly 3 1/2", when we started. It was up to 5 or 6 now, about my size. (I'm 5 3/4" day in day out, hard or soft same length, same angle. It's why I show off my balls.) [See more:  https://homegrownnudemen.blogspot.com/2022/01/my-money-w...

 Our Big-Assed truck stop is 1/2 a block from the casino's parking lot, it got a real 'shot in the arm,' when they built it.. Mom makes me clean the dang restrooms 3 or 4 times at day.  I'm 18, and my dad has the mechanic barn full, 24/7. I slipped in to get a break, and dad was under the ramps as usual. "Here at Silver-Tit, ...breakdown. Thought my luck was a gonner." A voice to my left, intoned in the allowed-to-be-grungy restroom. "Looked next door, there was a casino," I looked at the man, standing at the shitter, ...after all,  he didn't  bother to shut the dang bathroom door. "...won $2,500, but, made it out with $1,900." He stood up, didn't yank up his britches, nor flush, as he leaned against the wall, until he saw me looking, winked, put the phone on his shoulder, and closed up the fly, ...slowly. "Allright, he assures me I'll be back on the road in a hour, 'nuh half. You, too." He slipped the phone into h...

 I tend to mind my own business, and somehow, sex happens, ...when I least expected it to. You must understand the gravity of the situation. Sometimes you're set up for a center-trenched ball, sometimes you score. There's a Philosophical element to not knowing moment to moment, where life will lead... Pinball is like that, sped up by x100! So I'm walking between bus routes, If I get off Hadrow St., cut through Inglesteppe Alley, then, walk two blocks past Zouave Parkway, I save 1 1/2 hours, of not going to Central Transfer hub, and coming back out to that point. A Guy in tan Berumdas and a White golf shirt, was watering his scawny soul-patch, of a front lawn. "Looking nice, bub." I complimented his effort. "Ach, this is nothing! You should see the Back Yard." "I'd like that, sometime. " The swarthy man with the black hairy legs, and blue eyes, revealed he was an immigrant,  "You, too hurried?" [Hmm, well, fuck, now that you ask......

 When you go camping,  you never know what to expect.  It being too hot in the Summer, I camp mid-late Spring, and Early Fall. I also found out, dad's kids, who are with the Ex, are in school around then, as well, and Down Low increases. ...so it's playtime. As a conversation starter, I keep about 3 old magazines on a cooler beside my tent. A tame bunny-type, a super-titty magazine, and a 1950s Beefcake, that drops the pouch, every few pages, as a general enticement, to the social neighborly-type guys wandering  at a campground. "What a pretty site." said a stranger, admiring my choice of the lots, and my view. "Thanks, have a seat." "Don't dump off any of that shit on top, But, can you grab me a sprite, out of the cooler, and get whatever you want," while he is looking down, I tug my nuggets down my shorts leg. The brunette dad from Broken Bow, let the lid close, got one drink moved to each hand, and began leaning to pass the Sprite. I leaned ...