Whenever cruising for action in any place I had one thing on my mind, 'older'. At this time I was 19 years old. I was in my very favorite adult bookstore, the one with the long corridors and lots of booths with glory holes. I was now a real pro at cruising and was one of those men who hung around in the hall waiting for the next new potential 'friend'.

The truth is I was in this place so much I actually knew a few names of other regular cocksuckers who hung out there. We were a fraternity of faggots and proud to be known as such. I had a slight advantage over some of my competition since I was often the youngest man in the halls looking for fresh meat. The fact that I was also in the market for older men gave me another advantage sometimes also. Older men often were seeking younger men, boys like me. I was a thin little guy back then, yeah, really.

I was on an ordinary sort of afternoon hunt for contact when I met a man who would teach me my body was full of surprises when treated just right.

I remember I had decided to take a break from walking the lonely halls and go up towards the front of the store to the area with few glory holes between the booths. Previously I had a wonderful encounter in this part of the store. I had found that often 'straight' men who came in just to jerk to porn movies never got past this area. However, a fast, smooth move or two would sometimes get you into a 'straight' man's booth to share his…movie.

As I approached the turnstile entrance/exit area of the booth section I was forced to slow down and take notice. A man came through the turnstile and went towards the big board with ads for the different movies on it. It was a display of film and video boxes as well as stills from the available movies.

He was a shorter, broad man. He stood looking over the board He had short light red hair and a very full red beard. Dim lighting made me guess him at 35, a little young but would do in a pinch .I was always in a pinch when begging for action. His complexion was ruddy and as I approached a smile split his moustache away from his beard. I do appreciate a nice smile.

'Red' was the name on his work shirt tag, a company logo was above the other chest pocket. Jeans and heavy black boots completed his work wardrobe. I stopped to look at the board, I was delighted when he spoke to me in his thick, deep, southern voice. "A lot of gay guys hang out here, don't they?"

In those days I was direct, "Yes a lot of us do."

He smiled and said he thought I was one. In a hushed tone, I asked if he was gay or was looking for a gay guy. He said he wasn't gay at all. I was a bit surprised again by his directness when he spoke in regular volume.

"I don't get into guys sucking me too much, but I do like to ass fuck. My girlfriend won't let me fuck her ass and my ex-wife didn't like it much."

I honestly had no idea if this guy was for real or not. I had met some fast movers here, usually men with doors to booths open or glory hole guys who had no hesitation in shoving cocks through holes to be sucked. I had yet to have a guy discuss his sexual preferences with me in the hall.

I already knew I was into his appearance, so I tried to venture further.

"What movie looks good to you?" I hoped he would like to share one.

"The one I was watching at home was pretty good. It was a bisexual one. You wanna go to my place and watch it?" was his very direct reply.

I admit I had left places like this with men before, but usually it was after some interaction in a booth and arriving at a sense of trust. However, I was impressed by this man's rugged looks and deep, sexy voice, so I agreed to go with him to watch his movie at home. We didn't watch any of the movie at his house, if you are wondering.

I still had my dad's old truck and followed his new-looking contractor-style truck. The logo on the truck matched the one on his shirt. About 10 miles away we turned into an older neighborhood. The driveway where we parked led to a big garage and the house. To the left of it was well kept and attractive, a nice older cottage style spread.

I walked close behind Red as we travelled down a narrow sidewalk to a side door. I was checking out his sweeeeet ass in the tight jeans he was wearing, I really hadn't been able to get a good look at him in the shadowy adult bookstore, so it was nice to see him in the bright afternoon light. Everything about him was masculine. I was ready to crawl to him for ANY kind of action.

Upon entering the side door we were in the kitchen. Red went to the refrigerator and took out two beers. He handed me one, popped the top on his, and nodded it towards me as a 'toast'. I popped the top on mine, titled it towards him and had a big swig of liquid courage, (thanks buddy).

He said "my girlfriend will be home in a while. It would be best if we get started," as he walked into a hallway. I followed like a hungry puppy.

I was actually disappointed as he began to unbutton his shirt, I wanted to do it for him. In the bedroom I asked him to sit on the bed so I could remove his boots for him. He chuckled and sat down. I got on one knee, squatting, balanced, and shoved up his jeans leg to untie the first boot.

Once I got the second lace loose he held his booted foot up to my chest. I looked up and really sensed his power over me for the first time. The boot against my chest began a very slow push. I had nothing to cling to but his leg in the position I was in. He was testing me, testing me to see if I trusted him. I reached for the leg as I began to tumble, but just as I was about to fall the booted foot pulled back and I regained my balance.

My eyes never had left his. He went from solemn to smiling. I removed the second boot and thick white sock, I made a mental note to ask for a sock as a souvenir. Even his feet had a bit of reddish hair on top of the toes. I guessed they were around a size 11 or 12, real wide as well, not rank in odor, but fragrant from work. I wish I had sucked his toes. I didn't know then what I know now.

He stood up and I stayed on my knees, begging in posture, my standard position. He said "You wanna suck my cock, don't you?" It wasn't a question so much as a 'Well, I guess you can.' I knew I was there to get fucked, but I had to at least taste the tool this craftsman was wielding. He gave a slight nod and I knew that was my o.k.

I moved my face into his jean's crotch. Heaven must be clad in denim and pulsing with lust. Inhaling the scent of sweat in a man's crotch is better than poppers. When I felt Red's hand grasp the back of my head and tilt it upwards I knew I was in my element. I looked up and he looked down.

"You're a cocksucker so I will let you suck me for a bit, but I am gonna fuck your ass hard, so get ready, ok, kid?"

I just reached for his heavy brass belt buckle and loosened it. I was already aware the jeans were 501s. I guess we all know how nice they fit a man, damn nice design. Once the top button was open the rest of the buttons flowed down and a turgid, fleshpole delivered itself unto me.

I was redeemed by the beauty of Red's cock. It was about six inches of real meat that was very wide. I like the look of a cock that has that flatness along the top, but the typical roundness of the whole pole. I also must add that this beauty was uncut, not just uncut, but uncut with that beautiful, juicy foreskin that even on the tuberance before me still covered half of the head, and WHAT a head! Have you seen those where it appears the cockhead is tilting downward? I felt like his third eye was looking AT me.

I opened wide as possible and in my best gratified look attached my gaze to his. My minutes of memorization of the moment were his seconds of "Get on with it. Suck it a bit. I'm ready to fuck, ok?'.

The fat, tilted head passed my lip-wrapped teeth and I was filled beyond desire with the flesh, Red's flesh. I wanted him to hold the back of my head, to ram, to insist, to use me like a blow-up doll. He lunged forward. He sensed my need to be taken this way, my need to be taken in his way that surprised even me. He thrust, he ground, I took it gratefully, eyes welled with tears. It was a fat pole. He did love to bury it deep, thanks Red. I didn't mind. I respect a man's right to use a willing buddy. I was the best, most willing, buddy I could be. We achived some kind of rhythm of movement in minutes.

I was so fucking hard in my jeans, still zipped. I didn't care I KNEW he was gonna unload, feed me. This man was about to satisfy my teen-aged cocksucking desires. I was ready, bold, on the verge of shouting, "YEAH! bud I got your load and uuuuunnn, uuuummmm, oooohhh."

WHAT? He was suddenly talking, stern!, I had to focus.

"On the bed!"

"Yeah, ok-I am-well-what?"

There was a towel on the bed. It was positioned so if there was dribble of load either way it wouldn't soil the bed covers. He said he wouldn't have time to wash the cover before she got home and he had to fuck me now.

I was bent over the bed, ass up and I can't really remember how my jeans got down but they were and I sure knew what was coming. In a fit of confusion a firm hand on the center of your back sure does settle you, doesn't it? I know I had told him my name five times, but I was 'boy' kid' 'fag', I guess if you don't object, by default you accept. I wanted to shout "DAVE! Dave ! DAVE! I am gonna fuck you DAVE!!! SAY IT BUDDY!"

I was there flat against the bed and I felt his thick wiry hair not just on my back, but his chest caressed me, and arms enveloped me, enshrouded me, absorbed me from behind. His thick fist-like cockhead was there, ready, expectant. Sure, I was needy, desirous, perhaps obligated…But MAN! a fat meaty, fist-head like that and OOOOOOO! AAAAHHHH! Damn Damn Damn yeah! Red's mission was so on target! Nobody will ever convince me two men can't meet half way. The sweaty smell of a dominant man exudes from his body and encapsulates you. His scent is yours. It becomes a part of your ecstasy. I knew if anything of this scene approached me I would recall every detail.

"Floor!"

"Floor, Kid!"

What? Wait? Damn, I was just getting used to the heavy fuck in the bed.

Red roughly pulled out, the only time I felt any pain with him, and it was just my ass clinging in desire that caused it. My need for his tubesteak made me hurt my own ass. He had warned me to release and let him 'unplug' he said.

I was raw, hungry and needy as ever. Tubesteak!, I need tubesteak, Red. I got to the floor somehow, pushed as much as anything. I hadn't defied him, not even a real whimper. I was his. I had to be. When a man takes you like Red did, you give in. I had been in his position and was similarly received by my sailor buddy Matt.

I was on the floor now, prostate. Receptive. No time was wasted. His cockhead-fist was in my ass. He really was ready to fuck now! I can almost smell the Vaseline in the air, the weird odor of it. He relubed and re-entered. I just loved that fisthead ramming in and he was so on top of me really there on my back. I am not implying anything but lust, real hard lust.

He was against me , above me, on me, and in me. I was, as always, in some kind of love. He was just using a hole to get his nut. DAMN! What just happened? He moved up and up again and he was hitting it, IT, my nut - that thing in there – that?

"I got it didn't I?" he smiled through his words "I got your walnut didn't I?"

I just couldn't respond. I was blind, high, ecstatic. He pumped and I melted. I was aware of everything and aware of nothing. I was Enlightened in mid-fuck! I really truly didn't know it was possible to get jerked-off from the inside but I was getting it now and he knew it.

Red was not gay, he said, but he was jerking my little buddy off from the inside and my little buddy was loving it! I still had my jeans at my ankles. I was flat on a strange man's floor. I was under his weight. I was being FUCKED like hell! I am so hard right now!

The way he felt on my back I was going crazy. He was biting my neck. All at once he was making the sounds, the sounds we all know, the end sounds! I was almost there; he was too! He held me from below my shoulders, his arms against my body. I was in his flesh cocoon and he was driving me closer, almost, almost, please! I was ready. C'mon! A few more like that, a few more a a a aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

This line from Lou Reed describes a drug rush. I had never done any heavy drugs, but later felt this line was what I was feeling:

"White light going messing up my mind, don't you know it's gonna make me go blind?"

Cumming is great. Cumming at the same time as your partner is GREAT! Some say they don't like it because they want to feel the other's lust individually. I say Bull Shit! Cumming at the same time as your buddy - male or female - Rocks! I was out of it, like I was, and now am again sometimes, I was laying there. He was in that worn out state but had to move.

I rolled over. Cum had to be getting on the carpet from my ravaged hole. He was above me smiling, and confident. Some straight guys are bastards after they cum. Red was smiling and said, "We got our cocks off at the same time, huh?"

"Yeah, and that was the first time I ever cummed from getting fucked."

Now he didn't just smile, he beamed! I respect a man's right to be proud of a job well done.

"You're a good fuck, Dave."

WOW! at some point he had heard my name.

"Thanks, Red. You're the first one to ever fuck a load out of me."

I could have laid there and gone to sleep, but he reminded about his live-in gf. He wasn't rude, just matter of fact. I really couldn't complain. It was way better than some fuck in the bookstore and well, I did get off so hard.

I stood, a bit sore, and pulled up my cheap jeans. Red handed me my shirt, I really don't know why it was on the nightstand. He made no gesture at getting dressed. I pointed it out and was told he would shower after I left.

"If she comes home and wants to suck, it can't taste like Vaseline and boy ass, right?"

Well, not really boy, Red, but if that's what works for you ok.

Damn! I forgot to ask for a damn sock!