A Dude Loves Jude

Terri moved her hand down to her fiance's lower torso and pressed her
fingers into his pubic area to trace the thick plumping boner swelling
against the fabric of his jeans. She surmised the warm stiffening was not
just from the stimulus of her probing fingers, but the content of the card
he was reading for the umpteenth time. This was one of the most precious
things she enjoyed about the current man in her life, whom she had selected
to be her soul mate for the rest of her days. Her ear pressed against his
chest listened to a slight quickening of his pounding hear beat. Where he
may not express himself well verbally, those animated organs that defined
his sex communicated the subtleties of his desire and intentions with
endearing complexity. "Oh, come on, sweetie. Admit it! You really want
to try it. Don't tell me you haven't been curious about such a thing for a
long time now."

He was quick and almost irritated with his retort. "I am not gay."

"I know sweetie. If it was a girl who had forwarded this card into your
hand at the brunch party today, I would have been ready to find out who she
is and strangle her. But the idea of another guy being hot for you, gets
me real wet so fast." He was able to get her out of all her clothes in
record time and was amazed at the number of times she orgasmed, always with
shaking intensity.

"Damn!", he thought to himself. "If I can get her off that heavy and the
sex can continue to be this great, I will have to play along as long as I
can. What a way to start the year." The catalyst that prompted all the
happy commotion for the New Year was the anonymously presented early
homemade Valentine card from an apparently gay friend. It reads as
follows:



Roses are red, Violets are blue, Know you got a great gal, But I just keep
lovin' you !

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I should know better it's true, But you
stick in my head!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Don't be offended, I'm a guy who wants
you, dude!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You must've wondered its true, What its
like to give a dude head!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You give me head Jude My love for you will
always be true!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, We get to a secret bed, You'll know how
much I love you!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Together let's get naked, Don't hold back
and let's screw!


I am so hot for you, Jude. I guess you know that. I know you aren't gay,
but just for once try it with another guy. I am super discreet. No one
will ever have to know. Afterward, you can walk away and no one will be
the wiser. I am so in love, I suggest we meet on Valentine's Day. But
with Terri, I know that might be difficult, so we can set a time for the
weekend after if that will be more convenient.

Just admit it to yourself that one day you want to see what it's like to
suck on another cock. What is the point of depriving yourself from that
curiosity? This is my email address: hot4jude@xxxmeet.net. If you are not
interested, write me back. If you do not write back, I will know you are
doing something that hurts nobody and are at least thinking about it. I
will write back within days before Valentine's Day and reveal who I am,
when and how I came to love you, and where we can rendezvous.

Love, from a secret admirer and ur wanna be passionate lover !



It was Terri, not her fiance Jude who responded the next day.



Dear Hot4Jude,

First, I know where you are cumming from (HA! HA!) Jude is a very sexy
dude. But I hope you are too. I can really get off with the idea that it
is a cute guy who wants to get down and dirty with my guy. I want another
hottie to seduce Jude and get all intimate and passionate with him. Do I
know you?

If you write back and tell me who you are and I think you are cute, trust
me when I insist Jude will meet with you on Valentine's Day and get it on
with you, as a Valentine gift to me. I know at one time his gay cousin
would suck his dick in between steady relationships. According to Jude, he
was good at it. But I do not believe (or cannot be sure) whether he has
ever sucked off another guy before. If I agree to this little Valentine's
Day rendezvous, he will acquiesce to your desire to have him suck your
cock.

Another question: Do you beat off to fantasies about doing it with Jude? I
look forward to a reply soon and suggest you may want to send pictures of
yourself.

XO in Appreciation, Terri

P.S. You could really score points if those pictures were of you nude.



Dear Terri,

I am just ecstatic that you are turned on by the idea of Jude having sex
with me. Let me be upfront. I want Jude to be my gay lover. But I love
your sense of devotion and the upfront way you state your feelings, I want
him to be your str8 lover (and husband) too. Do you think such a thing is
possible? I hope I am cute enough for you. I am Tristan Bellwether and we
have been acquainted for some time. I was Jude's tennis coach (sort of, I
assisted Jed Numbers) when he was at the college. Yeah, I know. That was
a horrendous season.

I had written in my Valentine that I would explain how I have come to love
Jude. When I coached that tennis team, I was struck by his perpetually
smiling blue eyes and toothsome smiling mouth. When I would help instruct
on his serve, his muscles rippled noticeably and his scent would make my
head spin, like I was getting a sort of high. But it was in the locker
room showers that I truly fell in love. Most guys shower in each other's
presence in a sort of guarded way below the waist. But some are
unself-conscious and wash themselves just the way they do in private. That
was Jude. It did not matter if we had just lost a match, those smiling
eyes would gaze on a team mate as he conversed, and his hand would be
almost absent-mindedly soaping and rinsing his crotch, penis, balls, and
thoroughly shampooed pubes. His hips would be almost thrust a little
forward as if to almost accentuate his hygiene to sexual offering. Well it
was offering an eyeful for me and more than once I would find myself almost
sprinting to a supply closet to conceal a boner coming on.

Mind you, I have always known I had a wandering eye for the well-formed
guy, but it wasn't until I encountered Jude that I knew I was full-blown
gay. I broke with my girl at the time and sought gay interludes, thinking
one day I would meet the equal of or surpass the image of Jude. Four years
later and I never have, and I owe you a debt of gratitude for allowing me
to open up to you about my intense feelings for Jude. No matter what comes
of this, I hope we can be close friends from now on. Yes, I bust my nut
and shoot a hot load when I fantasize about having sex with him. LOL! I
will see what I can do about sending nude photos eventually.

... The remainder of the correspondence was about the motel where they
would meet and other logistical information for a Valentine's Day meeting.



Dear Tristan,

Everything is ready sweetie and Jude seems a little resistant to the whole
arrangement. But I actually think he is a little turned on and curious
about how things are going to turn out. Me? I get wet in the panties
every time I think about it. LOL! Here I am calling you sweetie the way I
do Jude, but I already feel I know you like a brother. I know you but we
did not know you are gay. You are a smaller framed guy than has normally
been my type, but I think you are very cute and I am sure any nude pictures
you could forward would be very hot for me. The thought of you two naked
and in each others arms almost makes my fingers freeze up at the keyboard.
LOL!

I know exactly what you mean about Jude showering. Sometimes I sneak in
and stand as far back in the tub while he is showering, and ask him to
pretend like I am not there. Watching him wash himself with the water
rushing over him and casually hum and sing in that soft voice of his is the
most sensual thing I have ever seen.

As far as Jude becoming your lover and my husband at the same time, well we
will just have to see how events turn out. Whatever happens, I just feel I
can really trust you and that you will not do anything to hurt us or
yourself. We are soul mates for the finer things in life. LOL! But he
will be at the motel that Thursday evening at 6:00 PM for absolute certain
and he will do anything you want him to.


XO with Hugs and Kisses, Terri


P.S. FYI, Jude has such a cute ass that he has enjoyed my fucking it with
a strapon, off and on for the last year or so.



Tristan waited in an unassuming almost sterile motel room determined not to
appear like some slouch to his new love interest. He wore his best beige
cashmere sweater, but his first impulse after checking in and examining the
room was to strip down and leave the door unlocked. He would greet his new
lover in the nude stretched out on the queen sized bed. He has started
blind dates in vaguely similar circumstances, but his better sense
indicated this would be too bold for a first encounter with a nervous
straight guy.

When his partner in intimacy knocked on the door that unusually mild
evening however, he opened it and Jude walked through wearing a gray hooded
sweat shirt and beat up looking jeans.

"Hi Jude! Thanks for showing up."

Jude just looked him in the eye, speechless with almost a scared look and
suddenly dropped to his knees in front of startled Tristan. He planted one
hand on the standing man's waist and reached with his other to unzip the
standing man. His mind had been racing all day. He could hardly wait to
uncover the man his fianc�e had been urging him to meet and embrace in
physical intimacy. He was going to find out once and for all whether he
would enjoy or be repulsed by going oral on another guy. Tristan became
instantly excited and started to go hard like an on switch. Was it really
true that the man of his dreams was finally going to put the focus of his
male excitement into his mouth and suck a mind-blowing explosive load out
of him? His head reeled to the delicious sensation of the bigger man's
reaching through his open fly and boxer fly with outstretched fingers and
grasping his 7 �" twitching meat to extract in open exposure.

Jude flash backed to that moment of thrilling adventure when he was 15 and
he peeled off a young girl's panties and got up close and personal with
female anatomy for the first time. But this was very different. Reaching
to fondle a guy's excitement for the first time had a ring of familiarity
about it. The cock was not the same dimensions as his own but its features
and the effect of how he would manipulate them were known to him. His mind
shifted to when his cousin had blown him and those moments of nagging
curiosity of how well he could satisfy another guy by servicing him. The
subtly animated living guy meat in his fingers seduced him to the moment
and he immersed himself to the task of experiencing what it would be to be
serviceable this way. The odor and taste, not at all unpleasant emanated
sort of a magnetic thickness and his tongue explored with pressured sweeps
the velvety smooth pliancy of the head, the firmness of the shaft and acute
partition of the ridge. He wanted to taste it and feel it with urgency
like some new candy. He bobbed his head so that it would run to the back
of his mouth and along his cheek . The tongue tip would sweep away the
tart and salty tasting flow of pre-cum from an increasingly dilated piss
slit.

"Oh yes, sweet guy", Tristan moaned in heady delirium. "Oh how I've
dreamed of you sucking me like this. Do it Jude. Suck the life out of me
and drain my nuts dry . Speaking of nuts" He pulled his encouraging hands
away from Jude's head and temples and reached to expose his hairless sac
with excited orbs. The sucking man moved his mouth down gently maneuver
first one orb and then the next into his mouth so that the tip of his
tongue could familiarize itself with every ridge. The recipient focused on
every delectable sweep of tongue and the seeming experienced conviction of
the practitioner. Back to his cock head and the sucking man marveled at
how tasty and pliant the male organ was, as if it had been designed to be
enjoyed as much by the cocksucker as its owner: a lip smacking treat.
"Oooh, it won't be long, now. Yes, suck it like that. . . . Try and
take it in and swallow when I shoot. I can't, can't hold out much longer.
Unconsciously, Tristan was swinging his hips so that his cock had started
to impact to the back of Jude's mouth and impact to the open of his throat.
The cocksucker resisted the need to gag and the stimulus triggered the
first of many ejaculatory spasms. "Oh, yeah I'm cumming now, but
don't. . . . . .aaaaheeeee." Great ropes of slightly congealed salty
bleachy man spooge splashed against the opening of the sucking man`s
throat. He struggled to swallow it all but succeeded for the most part.

Before the softening guy meat slipped from the sucking man's mouth, Tristan
started to tug at his partner's hooded sweat shirt to remove it. "Oh Jude,
man that was the best sex ever. I love you dude. I've loved you so much
for so long, now."

Jude spoke for the first time, but allowed this first time partner in male
intimacy to wrench away his clothes and his flushed bare torso was becoming
exposed in the commotion. "Well my little Valentine queer man, do you
think you've got what it takes to fuck me?" The shorter man standing at
about 5' 9" stood speechless unprepared for such a direct question.
"That's right, my little smitten one. I read that last message my love
queen sent you. You think that tool I just sucked a load out of with such
sterling expertise can do as good as good a job reaming up my tight ass as
she does?

Jude was startled by the loud and boisterously confident reply. "I could
fuck your sweet tight ass until you couldn't bear the thought of my dick
not slamming you up there.

"You're on, hot stuff. Show me what you got. " By now they were stripping
each other with such abandon, clothes were flying every which way. Heads,
eyes, and mouths inched closer and finally lips pressed and tongues
intertwined in oral mating. Tristan could taste residue of his own cum and
it had the effect of greatly renewing his ardor. Exploring hands groped
bare flesh and twisted nipples in the flush of new passions and desires.
They boldy stroked and grasped turgid man flash and guided each other to
the waiting queen bed. "I want foreplay, queer man. No way are you going
to cram that horny bone you got up me dry. Eat my ass, man. Lube my hole
by fucking it with your tongue." The air was electric with sexual
aggression. Tristan brusquely asserted his challenger to lie face down
supine and legs spread wide and knees bent. He spread two sculpted
muscular ass cheeks himself and dove his face and mouth to the appointed
mannish rosebud. His tongue thick with a layer of saliva licked and thrust
little digging motions against the tiny opening. "Oooooooo fuck yeah, you
little ass slut. Slobber against that hole and get me all wet and ready.

With his left hand he reached under the lying naked man's front and fondled
the splendid thick long meat he had so far only had a chance to glance at.
He also gently played with the mature masculine walnuts that shifted about
in an impressive growth of lightly fuzzed nut sac. He quickly slobbered
fingers of his right hand and gently inserted it through the firm grip of
rectal barrier. He withdrew once and twice until he detected some muscular
relaxation there. With his index finger inserted 2 or 3" in, he started to
insert his middle finger in as well in the same sequence. He could discern
his subject of sexual practice was no stranger to anal play, for he could
tell his bowels would flex rendering it easier for him to gently stroke the
end of his prostate. "Oh that's nice, ass fucker. Go ahead! Do your
stuff. Shove it in and let me feel what its like to have that horny tool
of yours stuffed up in me."

"I've got an idea."

"What, are you going to be a little stinker and back off my ass, now."

"No way man, I was just thinking it would be comfortable if you got on top
and sat on it, so that it would slide in a way that you control to your own
comfort level."

Justin's twisted head with almost frowning expression morphed into an
almost sly smirk. "Why you sly little devil. You really have thought this
out with your wicked horny imagination, haven't you. If you think it will
make for better fucking, I defer to the queer man." The bigger lying man
shifted his warm naked body to the delight of his partner and they both
eagerly arranged themselves on the bed to position themselves for an act of
unparalleled male bonding. Tristan knew that in the throes of passion that
he would better be able to acquaint himself with his long held love
interest's naked charms. He was not disappointed. Jude's splendid thick
8-1/2" thick meat with cut small head set off by a handsomely fulsome tuft
of tousled dark man pubes languidly shifted about in the maneuverings. His
own cock raged and swelled with the need for further contact. It was the
sexiest visual moment of his life as the bigger broad shouldered man lewdly
squatted over his mid section, powerful outstretched thigh muscles
tightened as he steadied himself with one hand and the two them both
reached for what would be the implaing man meat to guide it to the
squirming aperture to be seated in unobstructed sexual coupling. Justin
felt the point of cock head line up to his tiny opening and satisfied that
the alignment was right lowered himself very slowly to lower himself and
felt the meaty heat easily breech and penetrate into his most intimate
orifice. Focusing on the sensation, the warmth and liveliness were a
welcome contrast to the hard plastic of the strapon. The linings of his
passage were not stretched or spread apart as much as with the artificial
toy, but the male organ seemed to adapt and adjust to the movement of his
ass very readily and he sensed pumping action would be easy. He was amazed
at how sensitive he was inside his ass to every twitch and pulse of guy
meat, as if the conjoining in and out body parts were made for each other.
He thought, "no wonder Terri got to love taking it up the ass so much."

Tristan was ecstatic about the close body movement with the man he had
pined for so long. He very carefully moved his hips with well syncopated
to affect a coordinated rythmn. Every time his partner lowered his
powerful ass, Tristan would pump up to meet him. Jude had reached for the
headboard to hold on we angled his ass for greater impact. The man in a
trance of physical love under him was thrusting his hips almost franticly,
now. "Thwap, thwap, thwap." He would raise his head to stick his tongue
in the fucked man's mouth. With one hand he reached down to grab the
splendid thick meat and jack it and with the other he would twist his
nipples.

"Ugh, ugh", Jude would grunt earthy noises from deep in his gut much to
partner's delight. But from back in his deepest bowels there was only a
sense of nagging yearning. He delighted in the friction of his prostate
with sharp thrusting man tool, but the impact was not deep enough. "As
that as hard as you can fuck, sport? Your dick is not that undersized. I
want to feel it bangin' into my guts. My girl can fuck better than this."
He stopped and lifted himself up and nearly shoved the other naked man
aside as he lay himself down on his back.

Tristan was genuinely startled and started to lose some stiffness. "Oh I
am so sorry man. I only want to do what it takes to make it feel good for
you."

"Well then get your queer ass up and move up over here to fuck this horny
hole." The sight of Jude on his back with his leg muscles all taut as he
had them swung back and clasped at the knees to prop his open and awesome
ass revived the electricity and stiffness in Tristan's manhood. As he
clambered over the lying bigger man to mount him once more. "You were the
man who knew all about the serves. What the fuck, I thought you could
serve up a good fuck better than this. " Tristan was now determined to
show his new lover he knew about rough stuff. He lined up his heated
cockhead to the lying man's very flexing bull's eye and thrust in with some
force. The rectal depth grabbed hold of his cock with a challenging grip.
He started in with long and quick strokes both in and out. "Yeah, now
you're fucking man. . . Oh my queer man, if you were so hot for my ass,
all you had to do is show it. . . Do it, yeah. . . . Fuck hard like
that." With his ass propped up to savor every crushing thrust forward past
his blissfully battered prostate deep into the inner recesses of his
bowels, he cringed with the joy of painful friction to evince unparalleled
pleasure. "Oh yeah, if you really love me, keep it up like this, man."
The large and heavy bed was now creaking and shaking in a way that would
only happen with the coupling of men in their passion play.

"Oh Jude, I do love you man." In the passions of his thrustings, he was
snarling himself and induced to nibble at his partners neck and shoulder
blades. He now reached down to stroke at the hot banana and then trhust at
an angle where he knew his lower abdomen with fuzzy treasure trail would
slam into his partner's stimulated ample package.

"Yes, yes, . . . . .oh you little stud, I am going to bust loose, hard
and fast now." Panting like an assaulting bear, suddenly Jude's expanded
cock danced its throbs of climax to squirt many increments of warm man
jizz. The squeeze from the mechanics of ejaculation against Tristan's
ready meat induced that wave of heat so that his partner could feel that
sweet splash of slithering man cream into the upper reaches of his acutely
exercised man hole. They both panted now voicelessly for five minutes.
Tristan collapsed into his partner's arms. When Jude pushed Tristan off
himself, he broke the silence. "Not bad stud. You got off to a shaky
start, but you really got me off in the end. Kudos!"

"Jude, it was awesome and I am more hooked on you then ever. . ."

Jude interrupted, "Wait just a sec there, lover boy. I've got a say in
this matter, but my woman has got the final say. We don't make a move
until my goddess and angel speaks from on high. Got that, sport?"

"Got it." The smaller naked man smiled and giggled. He beamed partly
with pride and partly out of the steady trickle of his cum that was oozing
from his lover's ass. He was confident that the young woman who would be
calling the shots would be sympathetic to his physically amorous
intentions. He could not help himself from snuggling and cuddling himself
against his larger partner and Jude did nothing in protest. He gently
rubbed his hand up and down Jude's torso in postcoital intimate gestures
and he was encouraged as he noticed the placid dick begin to liven and sell
again.

"Of course, I think you're pretty cute. You do a good job of keeping
yourself in buff tone to your credit and that feels nice. You realize that
one day I am going to want to fuck you. Terri will probably want to watch
when that happens."

The smaller man swooned. "Oh Jude, that would be heaven."

Jude smirked back. "I thought a queer man like you would like to hear
that. But be warned, once the clothes are off of you, I can fuck the
stuffings out of you." They both laughed heartily and the jocular
amusement caused both their flaccid dicks to bounce about in the moment.
"Well, I guess its time for that reunion shower of ours. No doubt you will
want to watch me clean my dick and balls."

Tristan grinned back and affectionately nestled his head into the crook of
the arm of the one who was the focus of so much desire. "You know how hard
that will make me."

The bigger man responded by giving him a good swat on the ass cheek. "Well
get your lazy butt out of the bed and let's get to it. I've got to pee,
anyway. Oh, and speaking of lazy butt, where the hell are those naked
pictures my woman wants? No matter, we can take care of that before we
leave. She leant me her camera."

They arose and the two naked men sauntered off to the bathroom, the smaller
man's arm wrapped around the waist of his partner. The partner was not
finished in giving out instructions. Before we finish our shower, you
understand you are going to knosh on my meat and suck another load out of
me. I figure she won't object to that. "

to be continued...