First Night In L.A. . . .

Time for some more recent stories:

We had just arrived that afternoon in LA. A fucking 8 hour drive with all our shit. I was barley 18. My boyfriend(Latino 5'6 160lbs, gymnast body, rocking arms and chest, 8 in cut cock) and I had just met not even 7 months back , but we knew it was perfect.
We had been talking lately about maybe experimenting with a third, wondering if it would be a good idea. We had both been pretty big whores before each other, and seriously cutting that out had been a challenge. Y'all have to realize, sex is sex. And sex is good. Its hard to just be with one guy. I mean granted, Joaquin was the best sex I have ever had. He was an amazing top. Sometimes the body just wants something different.
Anyways, we unpacked all our stuff and laid down on the floor and past out. We woke up probably around 8pm and jumped into the shower. It was time for our first experience in West Hollywood. Joaquin got in the shower first as I threw together a sandwich. A minute later I was running into the bathroom...
He looked amazing. Water dripping down his stomach as he ran his hands through his hair. I was hard before I even knew what I was doing. I watched him as he lathered up, running soap on his cock. He knew I was watching, because he was starting to become erect.
I threw off my clothes and jumped into the shower. I started handling his cock in my hand. I worked it for a minute with my hand, then he started to push me to my knees. I was rock hard and throbbing. I just wanted him to fuck me, but I knew that he liked some foreplay. I loved this man, so I gave him what he wanted.
I went crazy on his cock. Licking the tip, drinking up any cum that decided to leak out. Running the entire shaft in and out of my mouth. He was moaning and resting himself on the back of the shower.
At this point, my ass was crying. I knew I couldn't hold out any longer, so I stood up and turned around. I grabbed the lube he has conveniently stored in the shower and ran some onto my hole then began stroking his cock a little. I aim his cock and told him to take over. He smirked and slammed his cock without any hesitation inside me. I let out a slight scream, but feeling the enormous pressure inside of me, bite my lip. Our roommates could be home, and of course I am sure they had no intentions to hear our sex.
He fucked me good. Better then anytime before. He almost didn't care that it may be hurting me. I loved it. He pulled my hair and told me to be quite a few times as he fucked me harder, faster and deeper. Joaquin reached around and started playing with my balls, and kissing my neck. I let out a soft moan as I arched my back. He slammed into me as he jerked my cock up. My body went tense and cum flew out my cock. My ass must have contracted cause not even seconds later Joaquin was blowing his load. My eyes rolled back into my head as I worked his cock till every last drop was out. He slide out, and I fell to the floor. Exhausted.

Time to take another nap:
Get er' done.

A mouth full. . . .

So where did I leave off:

Aw right, I just ditched mystery man, leaving him alone in my car, running into my cops car in just my underwear. Lets name him Tod.
Tod was somewhere in his mid 30's. Big guy, with soft brown eyes and short blond air. The military cut I would call it. He was around 6'3'', broad shoulders, huge biceps, and as far as I could tell, a killer stomach. He has lived in the town all his life, and just like his father went into police work. Not that there was much to do in our town, so he spent most of his time at our local gym.
He has been a friend of the family for awhile now. He and whatever girl he was dating at the time would come over for dinner all the time. I would always dream about him, but figured it would never go down. I was sorta in a haze, wondering if any of this was really happening.
Tod got into the car, and smiled at me as he tossed me a shirt. He laughed as I put in on. "Oh billy, billy, billy, the trouble you get yourself into" he said running his hands through my hair and shaking my head like an older brother. "I don't have any spare pants, but when we get back to my place you can throw on some sweats." I said OK and he started the car.
About a half an hour later we were pulling into his driveway. He tossed me the keys and told me where his room was. I went in, took the shirt off and put on a pair of sweats. I walked into the living room and turned on the tv, as Tod was coming back inside. "Hold up a second, kid." He said. "I am gonna go get out of these clothes and get comfortable. I will be back in a second" I smiled and he walked out.
Minutes later he walked out. In a pair of sweat shorts and a wife beater. He sat down next to me. I was in heaven. Amazing. He really was something else. I handed him the remote and told him to pick a show. He mentioned that he had a tv in his room, and as it was getting late maybe we should move into there. I told him to lead the way.
He did one better, picked me up and walked me into his room. He turned around and fell onto the bed, holding me close to him so I was laying on top of him. I stared at him for a second, then started kissing him. He had a rough kiss. Like a man. It was nice to actually kiss a man.
I pulled away and asked him what this was. Knowing I didn't want more then just a hook up, wanted to make sure we were on the same page.
He grinned and told me he has wanted to fuck me for about a month now. The last time he came to dinner something was different and he could not take his mind off of me.
He lips down onto his and started sliding other hand down my back running them into my pants and grabbing my ass. At that point I was hard and ready to go. I moved down his body and slide his pants down. To my utter joy he decided to go without his underwear, leaving his hard cock in direct and easy reach. He had to be somewhere between 7.5 to 8 inches long and around 6 inches thick. It was beautiful. He had a few drops of precum starting to leak out. I wanted to taste so I licked the head. So good. I swallowed his entire cock. He moaned and arched his back a little, but I did not stop. He tasted so good. I kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I was moving my tongue around his head, running my hand up and down his shaft. I knew he wanted to fuck, but since I had already been mishandled tonight, right now, I just wanted to take a loud in my mouth. I worked his cock until he told me he was about to cum. I looked up and slide his shaft as hard as it could go as cum started to fill my mouth. I swallowed. Tasted amazing. I looked up and said " Fuck me when your ready to go again."

He smiled, and I laid myself down next to him:
Get er' done.

Timeline. . . .

Just some real quick side notes before I continue:

I know some of you reading this are wondering if all my stories are going to be in the past. I am here to tell you they will not be. I am gonna start jumping around from past to present. I will make sure I let you know where this sits in the time line of my life.
Although, before I move on to some of my present sex stories, I think my next blog will continue where I left with the last one ;)
This was short and sweet, so no one gets confused when I start time hopping.

Until then y'all:
Ger er' done.

The Grass is Greener. . . .

So, Tim moved on:

After a good two months with him, he found himself a little lady and moved on. Occasionally he would say hi, or we would be at a party and he would get a little wasted and make a move, but at that point I was over it. Besides, I try really hard to be a good boy, and not fool around with someone taken. The key word though is try... :D
I was out with a few friends at the local diner. It was summer, and we got the day off from whatever work we had to do. It was a much needed break. It did not take me long to catch the eye of a guy I had never seen in town before. That was particularly hard to do, since the town was so small. He must have been driving through. Anyways, I caught him staring, so I gave him a wink, and continued to talk to my friends. It was a good hour, and we were all getting ready to leave when he walked by and sat down while my friends where getting up. I smiled and he grinned back. I asked him where he was from. He told me he was from a far place, and he was leaving tonight and wanted to get into something fun.
I gave him the once over. He was taller. Had to be in his late 20's. A little scruffy. Jet black hair with piercing ice blue eyes. He had a structured jaw line, and the shirt was tight in all the right places. I thought about it for a second. I was game.
I asked him if he had a place we could go. He looked down, and said unfortunately he was just driving through and had nowhere we could go. I laughed, grabbed his hand and started taking him outside. I pulled him into the ally where I pad parked my truck. I through my hands around his neck and pulled him into a hot kiss.
I should have known. I should have taken this as the first sign. The kiss.... it was nowhere near magical, but I felt his cock growing and knew I wanted to see it. It had to be somewhere near 9 inches.
I pulled away from the kiss and unlocked my truck. Told him to drop pants and sit down. He did so. I pulled it out. I was right. It had to be 9 inched. He trimmed so that was nice. It looked good. I got in the other side. Stripped down. Opened the clove compartment and took the lube out.
He ran his hands through my hair as I started to lube his cock. I straddled him. As I did my head hit the ceiling. It hurt and I kinda took me a second to regain where I was. Remembering, I moved his cock so it would point to my ass and I pushed it down. I started to move, and as I did the guy started to pull my hair. Now usually that would be hot, but I swear this boy had no idea what the fuck he was doing. I told him he was hurting me, and he just pulled harder. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down, and he started to shift me so I was laying on the seat and he started fucking me.
It started out fine, then he started pushing to hard. That's never really a problem, but when your in a car, and your head keeps hitting the door, it becomes one.
I was in pain, in more then one area, and I was not feeling any of this. Not only was he horrible at noticing what the hell I was doing, he had no idea what to do with his hands. He tried to jack me off, but he squeezed like it was a dogs toy. Then he started sliding them all over my body, telling me how hot I was. That was nice, but he was putting all the pressure on my stomach. I wanted to vomit.
And then, to my great relief, I heard sirens! Praise Jesus, he heard my prayers. The man freaked out and pulled out forgetting all about me as he scampered to put his clothes on.
I sat up and put my underwear back on.
The cop walked over to probably one of the most awkward scenes. A guy frantically throwing clothes up, and me, sitting still, rejoicing in my face, laughing silently.
The cop came over, and he didn't say a word. He walked over to my side of the car. He told me to step out. So I did. Luckily I knew the cop. He was a good friend of my father's.
He started to laugh and said "Oh boy billy, this is a good one to write in the books now isnt it?" I laughed a little and asked him what he was gonna do about it. He looked over at the guy sitting in the truck. "Is that your truck?" I said yeah, and then he asked me "Would you hate leaving it here for awhile?" I was not sure where he was going, but I told him I was planning on leaving it over night since I was supposed to go to Frankies house. He gave me a dirty grin and asked if I would rather join him for the night instead.
I was in shock. I took a few seconds to register what just happened in my head. I looked over at my car and told him I would need to go get my clothes. He told me to leave them, he had plenty I could use, and why would it matter anyways, he was hoping that no clothes would be needed for the night.

Dad always said, the grass is always greener on someone else's farm, so I left mystery man in my car:
Get er' done

Barn Yard Buddy. . . .

As I promised, the stories start:

I had barely turned 16, and me and my best friend, Tim, would work on my father's farm during the weekend. He would come over Friday and stay till Sunday night. He lived a good 25 minutes away from me, and that was a short drive. We had been friends for about 10 years now.
Tim was a year older then me, roughly 6'0, 165lbs, shaggy brown hair and light blue eyes. He has the body of a Greek god. Every line you can think of, he had. He had a slower country draw then me, and sometimes he could not hold a complete conversation, but he had eye's that cut right through you telling you he was listening to you intently even if he had no idea what to say.
One weekend during one of the hottest summers I can remember in my 21 years, Tim and I were just coming in from feeding the livestock and playing around with the horses. We were sweaty and covered in dirt. My father and mother had run into town to get some food from the store, so they would not be home for another hour or so. I told Tim that I had forgotten to close the barn door so he should jump into the shower first. I ran outside, closed the door, and ran back to the house. Tim had not moved from the garage. He looked a little like a lost dog, so I asked him what was up. It took him a minute to word his sentence, but finally he spoke "Well y'alls mom just cleaned, and I reckon she would hate it if I got mud all over her carpet". I laughed at him and told him just to strip down here and we could do the laundry when he got outta the shower. To my surprise he started to undress. I was in disbelief.
The sweat on his body shimmered as beads dropped down from his neck to the top of his underwear. I must have looked a fool, cause he stopped after pulling his pants down, leaving him in a small pair of boxer briefs. He looked up at me and gave me an awkward look. He scanned my body down and took a step back. I had, without realizing, grew a little. I closed my eye's knowing what would happen next. I stood for what felt like forever. Then I felt something, confused, I opened my eyes.
Tim was standing closer to me, his hands slowly lifting my shirt, as he leaned in and started kissing my neck. I whispered in his ear "what are you doing there buddy?" He looked up and smiled and pulled me into a long kiss. His hands where running down my chest and he unbuckled my pants. I stepped back and flung my shirt and pants off, and pulled him into me. I placed my hands on his cock, rubbing it through his underwear. It felt huge. I kissed him as I slide my hands into his underwear and pulled his cock out.
It's tip was a little wet, and it was throbbing in my hand. I got down onto my knee's, licking his chest the entire way down. I slipped the top of his cock into my mouth, moving it around with my tongue. He ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed my head down deeper. I gagged but kept on taking it. He tasted so good.
He picked me up and threw me up against the wall. He spit in his hand, and rubbed some on his cock, and then, pushed his cock up. He must have been in the mood cause he didn't stop, even though I had begun to cry. I bite my lip, as he continued to thrust. He looked into my eyes almost the entire time, pushing harder, and deeper each time. He moved away from the wall, still holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he slowly set me down on the floor. I moved my legs over his shoulders and he continued to thrust.
I closed my eyes, and he leaned in kissing my neck. I moaned pretty fucking loud. I am surprised the neighbors didn't hear, or if they did, they never said a word.
He kept working me, panting and sweating more then he was outside. The pain had started to subside, and I knew it would be over soon. He thrust in me on1e last time, and erupted. I did not even have to touch myself. I shot all over my chest. He pulled out and rolled over to lay next to me. We were both out of breath, fighting hard to regain control. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, I was not sure how he felt.
We laid for a minute or so in silence. Then he shot up, and told me he should probably shower. I laid there as he ran inside.
Another minute went by, and I heard the water start up in the shower. I got up and walked inside, Tim was at the door. He looked at me for a minute and then said "What took you so long?" He grinned and I knew what he meant. I smiled and went in after him.

I was sore for the next few days:
Get er' done.

Gone Country. . . .

Well, OK. I didn't really...I have always been pretty country.

If I may pull a quote from one of my favorite songs to start this off :"I have no shame, I'm proud of where I came from. I was born and raised in the boondocks."
My name is Billy Hicks. I am 21 years old, and I currently reside in the City of Angels. I was born and raised in a town where the population was probably no more then 500 people( and that's including the farm life). My graduation class, was around 60 students, tops.
I drove my pickup truck to school, which usually had the left over mud from the night before when we went mud racing. And yes, our fun consisted of High school football games, barn keggers, cow tipping and plowing. For most, they plowed the fields. For me, I was the one being plowed ;)
OK, OK That was a real bad joke, but I had to get the blog to its purpose without rambling on about myself for too long. Y'all will have plenty of time to hear more about me later on.
I am a Gay Country Boy, and most might think that means I went action free till I moved here. Y'all couldn't be more off the point.
I am here to share my past, present and future sex stories too the masses. All of them, from the downright hysterical to the hot,steamy, sweaty all night fuck fests.
Although the stories I will be sharing with you could not be more true, I will be changing the names to protect those who do not want to be named. So you might have guessed, Billy Hicks, is not my real name.

My first story is soon to come, but until then:
Get er' done