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Joey Wasn't Just a Nice Guy.... by Larry Malone In the old neighborhood, years ago, the word “gay” was never used. and disparagingly, “they” were called “queer” or “fags” and weren't accepted at all. So, in those days, “they” didn't exist ...except for Joey. Joey wasn't gay, he was just... “a friendly nice guy.” Not the sharpest tool in the shed and he barely got out of the eight grade in education but everyone liked him. Joey was the kind of guy who always had a smile for every body and would do anything for you to “belong,” to please you, or to make you happy, including as it turned out, giving you a blow job. If you left it to him when you asked for one, he would just smile, drop to his knees, fish out your cock and start sucking. You were the one who usually guided both of you to someplace that wasn't too public. I don't know when or where he learned how but he was excellent at giving oral sex, he made love to a indian cock, not just sucked it. He enjoyed it, licked it, caressed it, rubbed it all over his face and inside the cheeks of his mouth. Guys very seldom lasted very long mainly because if they asked for a blow job they were horny and also because he was that good. He always swallowed every drop. To him it was just a favor for you with no guilt or thought given to the act itself. Although he was a full grown adult he kept a childlike attitude of life. He had the same attitude in happily running an errand for you for a pack of cigarettes, or a beer. It was rumored that he was “well hung” and some of the favors he performed for the neighborhood included some special favors for the older widowed and divorce ladies . But since Joey could also be trusted to keep a secret, no one really knew for sure if the rumors were true. Everyone in the neighborhood knew and liked Joey. He was an only child who lost his dad in a work related accident when he was in grade school. With the union insurance money and the accident settlement, Joey's Mom never had to worry about working and neither did Joey. He was everybody's little brother and everyone looked out for him and in return he gladly did odd jobs for any one who asked him and was honest and trustworthy. One evening, as the two of us sat on a stoop watching a stick ball game in front of us in the street, smoking, and just talking in general, Joey looked at me and asked if we were “good friends.” I smiled and said, “Sure, Joey why do you ask?” He said he wanted to ask me a favor and I said, desi go ahead. To my surprise he said, “Could I fuck you?” I shouted “WHAT! Why would you ask me something like that?” He cowered, ducked and covered his head with his hands and said “Don't hit me.” I told him I wasn't going to hit him but why would he ask me something like that. His answer surprised me. He said a couple of the guys liked to fuck him (this was news to me) and although he enjoyed it he was wondering how it would feel if he did it to someone else. I said I understood but why ask me. He said he was asking all “his good friends” but so far everyone he asked got mad or hit him and he didn't understand why if they arab could do it to him why he couldn't do it back. It dawned on me it was going to be tricky attempting to explain to Joey the double standard men in the neighborhood had, especially in those days. That it was OK to be the “fucker” in anal intercourse, that's considered masculine but it was not OK to be the “fuckee” and let some one do that to you, that's considered feminine. So I just said, “most guys don't like to do that and never do it.” That seemed to make sense to him and he said “What about you? ” That's when I flashed back to my younger days when I was at a boys camp one summer and where guys did everything to each other all summer long without any one thinking anything about it. We just considered it “kids stuff” but something we all really enjoyed. It was only after growing up that the guilt and stigma started to get attached to any thing but “male/female sex.” I looked at Joey and lied and said I never thought about it. He pulled down my underwear and lifted up one of my legs to rest on his shoulder before glancing up at me, biting his lip. "Kim said I can do whatever with my lips and tongue. Hearing porn mentioned excited Sonja. I answered the door naked when Kara arrived. You’re going to cum with me, too.” I realized it wasn’t only sweat covering me, but her own juices were dripping down my arab legs, coating my balls as they slapped against her pussy with each violent thrust. I'm your mother.” Her juices ran freely down the neck and soaked the sides of the bottle as she plunged up and down indian filling the rooms with the deep squelchy sounds of her pussy juices. Jon wanted some more hot tea, I said that I would make some using the kettle in the room but Jon told me to ring room service. Sonja was whipping the redheads silicon balls with her slinging sloppy tit-bags as she and her biker boyfriend threw her back-and-forth without mercy. I hoped to get something a little better in Montreal. She tensed when he entered the room. Becky was, after all, not Barbie. My intestines seemingly started to go into colic seemingly at once. “Relax Em,” I replied; “I’m only joking; I hope.” I would always suck you off! Then upon his order for her to strip her dress was soon laying on the floor at her feet. YES!" What harm it will do with few pictures. I grab the back of his head pushing my dick down his throat some. But first, Georgia, can you bend over the table. "We are staying around the ranch today. Oh my god, I was never sure how many of them had their hands on me at the same time or how long this went on. One evening, when Lucy was wearing nothing but shoes, we went into McDonalds and nobody said a thing. “No shit it’s not fair to her, but don’t you remember what she did to me at that party?!” I waved my arms around as I asked him. We both laughed, Donnell then came in with another guy, who was nowhere near as big as Dannell and Donnell, and he was giggling too, and applauding, “Gimme five, white boy, that was some ok sucking for a beginner.” I also had Facebook, and knew desi exactly what to do. “Yes, yes,” moaned my daughter. Again there was a Medic standing there to decide when the girl orgasmed. “She's good at it,” I said, my heart pounding heat through my veins. Val blurted and mom replied "It was just a large sliver, hon" "No mom, that just hurt, but I almost fell on this huge sharp branch and I couldn't stop from falling. “And I can’t believe Logan fires his pistol at you after the exercise was over.” Kyle added. I told her that you were more interested in her than me.” Rob joked. I was numb to the pain, and could only feel the intense pressure of the man pistoning in and out of my rectum. He turned around and clamped his right hand over my mouth.