Author: Jesse Gambini
After all the guys left the bar, making excuses about having to get home to the wives and kids, I hit the men’s room to take a piss before going home myself. I was glad the party was over. Spending two hours drinking with a bunch of the guys I had worked with at the post office hadn’t been my idea of a good time. There was no way I was going to get out of it, so I made the best of it. It didn’t really matter that much anymore, I was going to be leaving town for good, first thing in the morning.
I had just pulled down my fly and hauled out my cock when Jimmy Marino walked in.
Jimmy spent half the party glaring at me from across the crowded table. He swigged his beer and then licked his lips at me for over two hours–teasing and taunting me as he had done since I joined the tight-knit group years earlier. I never expected him to be at the party. Jimmy was the biggest asshole in the whole bunch. It was never any secret at work that I was gay. I never made any big announcement, but everybody kind of figured it out. I never pretended to be anything else. Most of the guys everybody ignored the fact. Hell, most everybody ignored me–which was fine with me. I didn’t want any complications at my job.
My problems with Jimmy began shortly after I ran into him in front of Buddies, a popular Boston gay bar, one night after I had left the club a few years back. I almost knocked him over as I exited the bar. I often wondered if Jimmy was in the closet. He was probably on his way to the bar when I ran into him.
My other problem with Jimmy was that he was the hottest guy in the whole bunch. I got hard just looking at him. He was tall, well built with shiny black hair and big brown eyes–a regular Italian Stallion. Trotting around the hills in our hometown, lugging a mail sack kept us in shape, but Jimmy added to that with his regular workouts at the gym just down the street from the post office.
Throughout the party, I nursed my screwdriver and glared back at Jimmy, resisting the urge to blow him a kiss. The last thing I needed to do was make a scene in front of all the guys.
“You still here, dude? I thought you left already.”
Jimmy walked up the urinal next to me, undid his fly and hauled out his cock. When I heard the spray of piss against the white porcelain, my eyes shifted to the right, and I looked downward, stealing a glimpse of Jimmy’s cock. I figured it was one last chance to check him out, and my last chance to make him squirm.
A nice, thick piece of meat stuck out from Jimmy’s open fly. He had his eyes closed as he sprayed the urinal with a stream of hot piss. My cock started to get hard as I looked at Jimmy’s dick, wondering what it would be like to give the fucker a blow job he would never forget.
I shook the last drops of piss off my now half-hard cock and started to stuff it back into my pants. I glanced at Jimmy one more time before zipping up my pants. His eyes fluttered and slowly opened and a grin spread across his face. I was bagged.
“You like that, don’t you, dude? I know you do.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Jimmy?” I finished zipping up my fly and turned toward the door.
Jimmy grabbed me by the arm. “Does your invitation still hold? We can have our own private going away party right here.”
I cringed. I should never have said anything to Jimmy earlier. When I had taken my cue from the other guys and announced that I had to get going, Jimmy and I got into one of our usual tangles. I shouldn’t have started it, but I was a little fucked up. When I got up from the table, my legs were a little wobbly.
“The little woman is waiting for me at home,” I joked.
“Little woman. My ass,” said Jimmy from across the table.
“No, Jimmy. My ass. How ’bout it. I know you’ve wanted it all these years.” I pulled out a condom that was in my shirt pocket (just in case I ever met a cute guy on the route who was looking for a special delivery) and tossed it to Jimmy. “Come on, Jimmy. Let’s go.” I pointed in the direction of the men’s room. “Or, do you want to do it right here on the table?”
Jimmy sat speechless in his chair. After nine years, I had finally gotten the son of a bitch back. The rest of the guys started howling and Jimmy’s face turned crimson.
“Fuck off, Jimmy,” I said, trying to wrench myself free. The God damn bastard was going to rub my nose in it.
“You think you’re better than me. Don’t you?” he asked.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jimmy’s fingers dug into my arm, cutting off my circulation.
“That night I ran into you coming out of the bar. I figured you’d go and shoot your big mouth off and tell everybody you saw me going in there. You don’t give a shit who knows, but I do.”
“Knows what? What the fuck are you talking about, Jimmy?”
“I’m gay, too, Ricky. I might not be–what do they say– out like you, but I’m gay just like you. You don’t know what it’s been like watching you all these years wishing I could be like you, but I didn’t want all these guys making fun of me like they do you.”
“Jimmy, let go of my arm.”
He released his grip on my arm. “I’m sorry, Ricky.”
“You know, Jimmy, if anybody walked in here they’d have plenty to talk about.” I pointed to his crotch. The entire time we were arguing, his cock was hanging out of his pants. Jimmy blushed and stuffed his dick into his pants and zipped up his fly.
“You know, I don’t give a fuck what those assholes think and you shouldn’t either. But that’s no excuse for acting like the rest of them. You could have said something to me, Jimmy. I didn’t say anything to anybody. Why would I? I know what it’s like.”
Jimmy looked downward. “I didn’t know. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
“Yes, there is.” I reached over and cupped Jimmy’s chin in my hand, motioning for him to look at me. “If you hadn’t been such an asshole who knows what could have happened.” As I stepped closer to Jimmy, his breath warmed my face. His eyes darted nervously back and forth. My heart was pounding as I pressed my lips to Jimmy’s, taking his mouth with a savage intensity, forcing my thrusting tongue deep inside. Jimmy struggled from our embrace.
“Wait, Ricky. Somebody might walk in.”
“Come on,” I said, opening the door to the stall at the far end of the rest room. I stepped inside, Jimmy followed quickly behind.
“Lock the door. I don’t want any unexpected interruptions.”
As Jimmy turned around to latch the door, I grabbed his ass, kneading the globes of hard flesh. “I want your ass, Jimmy. I want to fuck your hot tight ass.”
Jimmy turned around smiling. “We’ll get to that later.” His mouth covered mine, hungrily. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through me. “I can’t fucking believe this is happening.”
I pushed Jimmy backward, pressing his back up against the stall door. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, practically tearing them off. Pulling his sweat covered shirt down off his shoulders, I exposed Jimmy’s broad fur-covered chest and finished by pulling the tail of his shirt out of his pants.
I buried my face in the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent.
“Oh, fuck, Ricky.”
Jimmy rolled his head back. I bit down on his neck and then grabbed his nipples and pinched his tits. I worked his nubs until they were red and swollen.
Jimmy ground his crotch against mine. I swore I could feel his thick cock throbbing even through my uniform.
“Oh fuck, Ricky. That feels so fucking good.”
I sat on the toilet and stared up at Jimmy. His chest was covered in a sheen of sweat from the rounded flanks of his upper chest muscles to his rippled mid-section. A trail of dark hair ran from his navel and disappeared into his blue polyester uniform pants. And a large bulge was packed in his pants, straining to get free.
I reached out to grab Jimmy’s crotch, squeezing the hard budge. My own cock ached in my pants. Jimmy let out a soft growl while my hand lingered, and I squeezed his dick harder.
“Suck me, Ricky. Suck my cock.”
Fumbling with his belt buckle, I pulled down his fly. Jimmy slid his hands inside the waistband of his pants, and they fell to his ankles. He stood there wearing only a shit-eating grin and his sweat and piss stained jockey shorts.
Jimmy waddled forward with his pants all bunched up around his work boots, and his aromatic pouch was all in my face. There was a big wet spot where the outline of his cockhead bulged. Jimmy’s smell was intoxicating–a mixture of piss, sweat and precum. I thought I had died and gone to heaven–this was my kind of party.
I mouthed the thick column of flesh that filled the briefs. The thin cotton, which was barley holding back the monster piece of meat, was damp from my saliva and Jimmy dripping cock juice.
“Come on, Ricky. Suck me. Suck my cock.”
I squirmed my tongue under the elastic waistband of Jimmy’s shorts and then took the material between my teeth, slowly peeling back his underpants like I was unwrapping my private going away present. His big dick slapped against my cheek when it was finally freed. Jimmy thrust his hips at me, nearly taking out my eye with his swollen spear.
“Hold your horses there, Jimmy.”
I reached behind Jimmy, pushed his jockey’s down so that they hung around his knees, and then cupped my hands on his fuzzy asscheeks. Taking Jimmy’s cock in my mouth, I swallowed him in one gulp, not stopping until I mashed my face in his bush.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Suck me. Suck my cock, Ricky.”
Jimmy began to thrust his hips back and forth. His big cock slid in and out of my mouth and his nuts pounded against my chin. I held on to Jimmy tightly, my fingers sinking into the fleshy globes of his cute butt. He was eager, so fucking eager.
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