It was a hot, humid summer day in rural Alabama. I was walking over to the swimming hole at the canyon at the back of our neighbor's farm. I caught a flash of bare skin ahead of me on the trail and wondered who else was going swimming. I quickened my step and in a few minutes, I could see who it was. It was Steve.

Steve was the local stud. He could get in the pants of any girl or woman in the area. It didn't hurt that he was 6' 2" tall, blue-eyed, built like a Greek god and as nice a fellow as you would ever want to meet. I had wanted to have him since he showed up in town about three years before. I was the only gay person I knew of locally and he could certainly get into my pants any time he wanted to. Of course that was not likely to happen. Steve got all the nookie he could possibly want from the area women.

This was the first time I had seen him without a shirt and I wondered if I could catch him nude if I followed him. Of course, I had seen him completely naked with a hard cock as I knelt in front of him and sucked his dick — in my dreams. It would be nice to see if reality was better or worse than my dreams. If nothing else I could jack off as I watched him.

I knew where he was headed. There was a medium sized pool and a waterfall in the back of the canyon. When I got there he was already out of his clothes and in the water.

We exchanged greetings and I shed my shorts and shoes. My bathing suit was underneath, so I went right into the water. I splashed around as Steve went into a real swimming routine. We had some desultory conversation and Steve said he was going to get out for a while. As he walked out of the water He might as well have been completely naked. His wet underpants were transparent! God, he had a beautiful set of buns, but, since he never turned around, I never saw his cock.

He slipped on his shoes, picked up his towel walked around some rocks and disappeared.

I immediately got out of the water, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my towel and followed him into the rocks.

I found him. He had shed his wet boxers and spread his towel on a sun-drenched rock and was laying on it on his back with his cock fully erect.

He seemed not at all surprised to see me, and what he said indicated he had been expecting me to pop my head round the rocks following him. He just said, "Well, come over here and suck my dick."

He had a 6-inch cut cock with a nice smooth, silky head which was slightly larger than the shaft. His shaft stuck straight up from his crotch with a nice set of balls attached.

I said nothing. There was no need. We both knew that I would do whatever he said. I knelt between his legs. I stroked his silky smooth thighs as I lowered my head and licked on the head of his cock. I let my lips slide down his dick head and used my tongue to lick all over the head. Then I slowly slid my lips down his shaft until they met his pubes. I had taken all of his cock and it felt so good to have it fill my mouth. I took his balls in my left hand and softly manipulated them with my fingers. My right hand moved up and caressed the muscles of his stomach and chest while my hot, wet mouth moved up and down his cock, sucking it gently. I never let his cock slip from my mouth. I had what I had wanted for so long, and was not going to let it go.

Steve wiggled his ass and thrust his hips up and down in rhythm with the pace of my sucking. He said, "That's good. Eat me. Take it all. Yeah, you're a good cocksucker."

He reached down and took my head in his hands and held it in place and fucked my mouth with his dick by thrusting his hips up and down.

"Take it, man. Take my big cock down your fag throat." he ordered.

His strokes got faster and faster and he drove his cock in and out of my mouth. But I was determined to take it all, not to gag or cry 'Uncle.'

Then he yelled, "Oh God. I'm coming. Take my cum man."

He thrust my head down until his cock was buried to the hilt in my mouth and he was grinding my face against his stomach.

His cum filled my mouth. It had a sweet, tart taste. I swallowed it down as he rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and released another couple of loads on my face.

He said, "Oh yeah, man; that is so good."

He released his hold on my head and I felt his body relax as he lay back on the rock. I sucked the shaft of his cock as he lost slowly his erection. Then my lips got to the head of his cock and I licked it with my tongue. His body bucked and he tried to jerk backwards as the extreme sensitivity of the head of his cock reacted to my busy tongue.

He grabbed my head and pulled it away from his dick and said, "Jesus man, my cock is sensitive." I ignored him and captured all of his cock in my mouth again. I raised my head and let my lips slip up the soft shaft and captured his cock head again and licked it some more. He reacted again, but now as much as the last time, because the sensitivity had lessened. Then I took his limp dick in my mouth and sucked up both balls in my mouth and gently sucked on them as I lay with my face buried in his pubic hair.

I had my prize and loathed letting it go. I reached up and caressed his muscular torso as my mouth sucked on his package. Damn, it was sheer heaven.

After a few minutes, Steve pushed my head back and his balls and cock slid out my mouth. He said, "When I said "eat me" I didn't mean it literally. You give good head, but I would like to take my cock and balls with me when I leave." I laughed.

"You want to do that again?" he asked.

"Oh yes", I said eagerly.

"What else do you want to do?" he asked, teasingly.

I said, "What do you mean?" pretending innocence.

He explained, "When you have been fantasizing about me when you were masturbating, what were you doing besides sucking my dick?

I was stunned by the question. Of all the guys whose dicks I had sucked, nobody had ever asked me those kinds of questions out loud. They had just wanted me to blow them.

"Yes, I want all of those things, but it doesn't seem right saying them out loud."

"Why not? If you don't ask you won't get. I want all of those things, too, and I'm not afraid to say them out loud!" Was I hearing things right? Was the town hetero stud telling me he was secretly queer? "What are you doing for the next couple of hours?" he asked.

"Do you want to go over to my house? There is no one at home," he told me.

I thought he might just be taunting me, leading me on. "Why?" I asked.

He got up, pulled on his now-dry boxers and jeans, gathered his towel, then leaned down and gave me full mouth French kiss and said, "It's fantasy fulfillment time, if you're ready. I know I am. I've dreamed about fucking round with you for months."

We went to his house. Fantasies were fulfilled for both of us!