I'm Giving Up on Women

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

Craig Duncan was a huge bull of a man, with gigantic shoulders, biceps the size of large rocks, a chest built like a brick wall, the abdominals like a stack of billiard balls, his legs like a pair of kegs. As for his head, he had hair black as night, blue eyes, a handsome but battered face, which was wearing a snarl with furrowed brow. He stormed into the Horse and Pony Bar, stood in an angry pose while everyone turned to look, and when they did, he declared at the top of his voice. "I have had it. I'm giving up on women!"

The audience struggled to give Craig proper sympathy but it was rather difficult, and the reason was summed up by Larry McDonald, who was bold enough to ask, "What happened this time?"

"The filthy skanky bitch Lisa cleaned out my bank account, stole my car and took off, is what happened!" Craig shouted. "All I got is what's in my wallet, and that was only because I had hidden it under my pillow, and I'm investing that in drink, by God! Willie. A tall beer and keep them coming until I fall over flat stinking drunk!"

"Make that two!" Larry said and scooted up next to him. "First one is on me, buddy. How many does that make, for you to swear off all women?"

Since I started dating? Fourteen of them. Fourteen! And not a one has proven to be faithful to me. Not one, I say! I'm quitting them for good, I say! Quitting them for good!"

He got the beer and he tilted back the glass and poured it steadily down his throat. "Another!" he barked. Willie looked at him and filled the order, shaking his head. Sometimes, getting blind stinking drunk was the only answer to a problem. Every man knew that.

Craig poured back the beers steadily, supplied by the sympathetic bartender, until the time when he was pouring a beer down his throat and the room spun forty-five degrees to put the ceiling in front of him and the floor struck the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

Craig slept, if the alcohol-fueled fugue could be called sleep, and he woke up feeling heavily nauseous. He bucked and gasped out, "I'm going to hurl!"

A small voice said, "To your left, there's a tub by the bed!"

Craig didn't ask questions as his gorge was rising in him, he hastily leaned over and the tub was where promised, he blew a massive load of fetid beer and poorly digested supper into the tub and after a half-dozen follow-up retches which produced nearly nothing, left him feeling weak but much better. "Oh, my head!" he moaned.

A small pair of bare feet were by the tub and he looked up to see that they belonged to a nude boy who was holding, marvel of marvels, a glass of water and a pair of aspirin. "Thank you!" he gasped and took the aspirins and tossed them to the back of his throat then gulped the water to wash them bodily down his throat. Done, he looked at the boy, who said, "You feel better now?"

"A little."

"Sleep again. Breakfast in a half hour."

"Thanks," Craig laid back and moaned. His head throbbed at any noise however minor.

But at the half hour mark, he was feeling much better his stomach was empty and breakfast sounded like something less than fuel for more vomit fuel, so he was ready. He looked about for his clothing and found none.

The boy came back into the room, still naked as a jaybird. "Breakfast is ready. I scrambled eggs and made toast and there's orange juice."

"No coffee?"

"Not on that stomach," the boy shook his head. "Daddy says never on a stomach that went on a bender. You drink orange juice."

"Yes, Doctor," Craig grinned and the boy chuckled. He was a cute little ragamuffin, with black hair cut in a sort of mop on his head, blue eyes, round face but it would square up later in life, and an undeniably proven social charm. "I'll eat soon as I get dressed, but where are my clothes?"

"In the wash. You barfed on them last night. Come eat and they'll be ready in an hour or so, I started them while you were filling the tub with more barf."

"Don't remind me." Craig considered, then said to hell with it, tossed off the covers. "You and me the only ones in the house?"

"Yep," the boy said. "Dad had to go in to work, so he left me in charge of you. Said you couldn't be turned out on the street drunk as you were."

"Yeah, that was kind of your daddy." Craig patted his flat, taut stomach. "Where's that breakfast!"

The boy, Ralph, was a pretty good cook for one so young. With the food of the scrambled eggs without pepper and minimal salt, and the toast soothing his ravaged stomach, and the orange juice feeling like a good friend on top of that, Craig felt almost normal by the time he got himself through his portions of that breakfast meal. "Well, Ralph, that went down real good," he said. "You run a right proper hotel, if I say so. What's next on the agenda."

"Probably go back to bed and sleep some more," the boy advised him. "You came in here at about two in the morning, and it's only eight o'clock now."

Craig blinked, and yawned. That didn't sound so bad. "Maybe I will."

"By the time you wake up again, your clothes will be ready."

"All right."

He carried the tub of his vomit to the bathroom and dumped it down the toilet and rinsed out the tub and left it in the bathtub upside down to drip dry. It was the least he could do. He had just spent every last dime he had until payday. He was going to have to walk home from wherever this place was. But naked, he wasn't going anywhere. He stumbled back into the bed and wasn't surprised when the boy joined him there. The warm young body felt good next to his. He was used to a party in his bed, naked and snuggled up like this boy was.... He slept.

It was a light sleep and he woke up as he felt his cock being fondled. It was a slow, relaxed sort of waking up, it felt so good, his body woke little by little as his cock stiffened and rose to full size and the hand began to work up and down, jacking his firm nine-inch rod, and he sighed, pondered whether he should let the jacker know that he was awake or not, maybe see what they would do if they thought they could get away with it. But the pleasure grew and he couldn't help but let a soft moan of his pleasure slip from his lips, a long low rumble of a sound. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

At the same time, his hips rose up to seek the source of this joy and Ralph said, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"That's okay. Don't stop. Feels good." Craig said. "Mmmmmm, feels real good."

"You like me doing this?" the boy asked, as if he wanted to be sure.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, I really like you doing that. I like it a whole lot."

"Can I do something else you might like?"

"Kid, you can do anything you think I might like," Craig replied with feeling; he had a pretty good idea what the kid might have in mind.

He was right. There was a rustling, the covers moved around and lifted around Craig's midsection and then he felt the warm mouth clamp onto his prong and he closed his eyes again, just in pleasure. He didn't have to see, he knew what the kid looked like, and it just felt so good to lie there and let the boy service his long-denied, long-frustrated rod. Lisa had first been a real sex machine, but toward the end she had had far too many headaches or other reasons for not wanting to do the horizontal nasty. Then had come the arguments and recriminations and then....

Fuck all that, he had a willing, eager boy bobbing on his honker and that was all a man really needed, wasn't it? All the pleasures and none of the hassles. What could be simpler than that?

His hand went down and found the soft hair, and threaded through the strands and grabbed them, and gently (not harshly) took over the job of moving the head up and down. The boy let him, and the young hand came up and began to play with Craig's nuts.

"Uhhhhhhh, damn, kid, you're a regular fucking artist at this, aren't you?" Craig moaned. "How many drunks you done this with, anyway?"

Ralph raised up. "Not all of them," he said defensively. "Just one or two, and they were friends before I did anything."

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean nothing by that," Craig said soothingly. "I just meant you knew what to do, that takes experience, is all."

"I'm doing this 'cause I like you," the kid said, still incensed. "I can stop at any time."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I meant it as praise, anyhow! You're so good at sucking my dick, I just wondered, is all. I'm...I'm glad you like it, Ralph, 'cause I like you, too."

The boy relaxed. "Okay, I guess I overreacted. Let me make it up to you."

He returned to sucking Craig's cock and Craig had to admit that the boy did more than make up for the misunderstanding with interest to spare. He was gasping and groaning and grunting and moaning and he began to realize that this was all rather one-sided, and he said, "Hey, Ralph, if you'n'me are gonna be friends, how about you spin yourself around and let me show you what I can do for you."

Ralph looked at him with a mouthful of cock, and then scrabbled around using Craig's cock as a pivot. Soon they were in sixty-nine position and Craig began to do something he had never done before in his life, suck on a boy's small prick with every intention of doing the best job he could. Any man knows the basics, keep your mouth wet to slick things up, keep your teeth away from the cock because the skin's tender, and mostly, the more speed you can give it, the better! This makes any man better than a novice, but far from an expert. But Craig gave it the old college try and Ralph was not fussy. He was moaning as much as Craig was, if not more.

Craig was delighted that he was driving the young body to distraction even though this diminished his own joy, after all, the boy had been such a good host and a refreshing change of pace from the myriad disappointing women in his life, that he was enjoying sucking this young small cock, knowing he was rocking this youngster's world.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ralph shuddered in his rapturous joy and Craig tasted a small amount of slimy goo flow out onto his tongue without any particular force to it. A little boy's orgasm, he judged, and swallowed it and began to lave his tongue as the boy shivered and shuddered and convulsed in the aftershocks of a powerful climax.

When Ralph was done, Craig released the dong, the boy was too tired to suck, and he said, "You feel better now, buddy?"

"Oh, yeah, that was awesome!" Ralph breathed.

"When you rest a while, my cock still wants some more loving," Craig gently reminded him. His dong was in fact in full rage, his cockhead a reddened angry knob, its tip wearing a crystal globe of precome like a war helmet, furious at being forgotten.

Ralph stirred and he said, "I got special plans for your pecker, Craig."

Craig felt a sexual shudder thrill through his body at those words. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning waiting for his parents to wake up. "All right."

"I got to get it out of the bathroom."

Craig waited as patiently as any man who has a raging boner halfway sucked to climax can wait, and Ralph came back a few minutes later with a small jar of Vaseline. He got into the bed, perched on his knees and resting back on his heels, popped open the jar and scooped out a glob of the stuff. Craig watched as the boy began to smear the oily stuff over his prong. It felt okay, but he wondered. "What's this for?"

"You'll see." Ralph replied.

"All right," Craig said slowly.

After Craig's cock was smeared from glans to base with the greasy stuff, Ralph capped the jar and set it aside and rose to his feet. "Now you're ready."

"Ready for what?"

Ralph stepped straddle of Craig's waist and began to squat down over Craig's waist and then Craig realized his plan. "You're going to shove my prick up your ass? Is it going to fit okay? I don't want to go hurting you?"

"That's what the Vaseline was for. Let me do all the work," Ralph told him.

Craig shut up. Ralph made contact with Craig's glans and his asshole began to worm it inside. Ralph grunted some and wriggled quite a bit but he made steady progress and soon he had most of Craig's nine inches inside his young bowels. Ralph settled down onto his knees and he said, "Now, we'll let that settle a little while, then I'll do the bouncing at first, then I'll let you take over, okay?"

"Okay," Craig shuddered. His whole body wanted to just grab this boy, roll him over and began to wham-bam-slam-ram him with everything he had. But he forbore, Ralph asked to be in charge, and he had to give the lad credit, he was doing things right so far.

Ralph began to move up and down and he hissed at first, but then he moaned and those moans were not of pain, they were moans of pleasure. His body stopped pinching at Craig's dong, and the pathway felt free and clear but tight and nice...real nice. Ralph must have felt that, too, and he began to move up and down faster and faster. Craig lifted up on his elbows and moaned with his head thrown back in the utter joy of being ridden by the boy's body and Ralph was huffing as he bounced up and down on the thick love-rod of the hunky man, and Craig was moaning wildly when the riding stopped.

Panting hard, Ralph said, "Okay, you can take over now." He laid his body down on top of Craig's huge chest in a trusting manner.

Craig gripped the boy tightly and carefully rolled the both of them over, taking notice not to crush the boy with his weight as he did so. He ended up on top with his weight on his elbows and the boy's legs wrapped around his upper hips, and the Ralph's hands gripping his back muscles. "Come on, stud, give me a hard ramming," he said to Craig, his face vulnerable and looking fragile as china.

Craig felt an outpouring of tenderness for this boy and he reached down with his face and kissed the soft lips that had labored on his cock so lavishly and he said, "You let me decide how hard I move." He began to thrust into the boy, but with a slow and gentle stroke that was considerate and kind and wreaked the maximum pleasure from both his rod and the boy's anus for Ralph with each movement.

Ralph began to react along with Craig in his passion as Craig found his withholding of passion allowed him a control over his desire he had hitherto never had. He would bang a woman and if he came before they did, it was their tough luck (and it never occurred to him that this was why he had such poor sustainability with women), but now he could moderate and decide when and how he wanted to reach his climax, he could wait for Ralph to catch up with him or climax afterwards or before whichever he desired.

He chose to have the two of them reach the apex of joy together and so he rode the crest of delight like a surfer, dodging and darting along the tip but never letting it overwhelm him, while Ralph slowly rose up and up and up and his young body began to thrash and convulse under Craig, Craig knew the boy was approaching his orgasm. He grinned and upped the pressure, both on the boy and himself, the way a cook turns up the temperature on the pot to finish cooking.

Ralph groaned, "Oh, oh, oh, Craig, I'm coming again, I'm coming!"

"Yeah, little buddy, I am too, this time!" Craig panting, his face flushing with his passion.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!"

"OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!"

"AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH....."

"OHHHH-OHHHH-OHHHHHHH...."

"HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Craig blasted his hot load of spunk into the boy's warm bowels, feeling the sensations of joy flowing through him in a way that they had never flowed before, not in a sense of demons dancing on his nervous system, but of a joyous benediction of angels being bestowed upon him from on high, pouring into him in an infinite, delightful stream.

"OHHHHH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ralph again spasmed in his glorious delight and again his young peter pumped out a weak stream of clear liquid gooey and lacking any sperm, but one day that would be its duty in this love-making regimen.

Craig felt the beatific vision finally recede and himself become mere mortal again and he slumped down, a shell of his former self and humbled beyond all measure, caught himself on his elbows at the last second. Ralph gripped him tightly and lifted his face up to impact Craig's and they kissed, slowly, warmly, happily...lovingly.

"Mmmmmmm, that was so good!" Ralph said to the worn-out Craig. "It really felt nice."

"It damned sure did, kid, it damned sure did!" Craig considered. "Maybe you and I can keep doing this regular-like, if you father doesn't mind me hanging out with you quite a lot?"

"We'll work something out," Ralph assured him and they kissed again.

Craig left the apartment for his own with a jaunty step, whistling a merry tune, and a new outlook on life. He had sworn off all women with the firm belief that he would have to give up all sex for the rest of his life to do it.

Life had promptly shown him just how wrong he was about that!