A Kinky Saturday Afternoon

I had been working at the warehouse for a little over a year as a fork lift driver on the docks. It was a boring job, but it paid the bills until I could find something better. I worked with a good crew of guys. All decent fellows, mostly older and all married with kids and I got along with them well. None of them seemed to mind at all that I was openly Gay. They joked around with me about it, all in fun and I didn't mind. The dock boss was an older guy- late forties with a wife and three kids. He was Mexican and had been with the company since he was 18.

His name was Jorge. He was a plump little guy- no more that 5'8" with a scruffy look about him. He probably weighed about 240 pounds. He loved his beer and every evening after work a group of us would head to the bar down the street from the warehouse and pound a few down before heading home.

One thing about Jorge- he was always a bit "clingy" with me. Always talking to me about everything and anything. He regularly ate lunch with me. He pretty much ignored everyone else- I mean he was friendly with them and everything- it's just that he seemed to want to hang with me throughout the day more than anyone else. I had met his family and had been over at his house many times for dinner. I LOVED his wife's cooking and soon found out why he was a little on the chubby side. One Friday afternoon at the bar after work, Jorge stopped me on the way out to the parking lot. "Hey- you doing anything tomorrow?" he asked.

I replied "Nope- nothing in particular. I was just planning on hanging around the house and doing laundry and watching TV. Why? What's up?" He answered, "Oh, my wife and kids are going to her mother's for the day. I don't get along with her mother- the bitch never did like me. I was just wondering if you minded me coming over and hanging out for the day. I'll bring some beer. You mind?" I replied "Not at all- you know where I live. What time will you be by?" He answered "Oh, around 11:00 or so." I answered "Okay- see you then."

Jorge showed up promptly at 11:00 Saturday morning. I was putzing around the house, picking up the mess and doing a couple loads of laundry. He came in carrying a 24 pack of beer and some empanadas his wife had made the day before. He seemed a little fidgety and nervous- I just put it down for the fact that he had never been to my house before. We sat on the couch and I turned on the TV to some football. We popped open a few beers and started to watch the game, chit-chatting about work. After a couple beers, he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a baggy - I looked over and saw it contained a huge, dark green bud of fine looking weed. He smiled and said, "You smoke?" A big grin came across my face.

"Sure! I haven't had any good stuff in ages!" He laughed. "This is some fine stuff, mi amigo! Let's toke up!" He reached in his other pocket and pulled out a glass pipe then broke off a big chunk of the bud and packed the bowl then handed it to me along with a lighter. I lit it up, took a long, slow draw from the pipe and passed it over to him. It was FINE weed! I was buzzing almost instantly. We passed the bowl back and forth until it was gone, then I went to the fridge and popped open a couple more beers.

We sat there silently on the couch watching the game. Man- that was KILLER weed. My eyes were slits. I was stoned immaculate! I looked over at Jorge and said "Man, I am wasted!" He just laughed and said "Yeah- good shit, huh?" After a bit I noticed Jorge fidgeting on the couch next to me. "Hey," he said nervously, "You mind if I show you something?" I looked over and answered, "What, dude?" He got up and said "Just a second. I'll be right back." He went out the door and I heard his car door slam, then a few seconds later he came in holding a small suitcase.

"What's that for? Planning on spending the night?" I laughed. He smiled nervously and said "Where's your bathroom?" I answered "Down the hall. Why?" He looked at me and in a real shaky voice said "It's just a little something. I'll be right back." He disappeared down the hall and was in the bathroom for what seemed an eternity. I shouted down the hall "Hey- you mind if I pack another bowl?" He answered "Go right ahead. I'll be out in a second." I lit up the bowl and took a long, slow drag and just sat back watching the game, sipping on my beer when suddenly I heard the bathroom door open. I looked over and there stood Jorge at the end of the hall.

"Fuck!" I muttered, looking over at him. There he stood, all 5'8" and 240 lbs of him- wearing black fishnet stockings, red patent leather 6 inch heels, a bright red silk teddy, a blond wig, bright red lipstick and blue eye shadow. I just sat there a second with my mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. He approached the couch. Wow. Just wow. I never would have imagined. He looked down at me nervously and smiled. "What do you think?" I was at a total loss for words. The teddy was crotchless and obviously a couple sizes too small for him. He had a small, wrinkled tight set of balls and an uncut, two inch little cock. He turned around, looking back at me. The top of his ass crack was sticking out the tight outfit. I just muttered "Holy shit." He turned back around, facing me and in a real shaky voice said "Want to fool around?"

Ho-lee fucking shit. I couldn't believe it. He said "Just a minute" and disappeared down the hall to the bathroom, coming out holding a plastic grocery bag. He opened it up and dumped in on the table. Out fell a bottle of lube, a small pink battery-operated vibrator, about an 8" long flesh-colored dildo, a couple leather snap-on studded cock rings, a pair of handcuffs, another black 14" long double ended, ribbed dildo, and a bottle of poppers. He sat down on the couch next to me, grabbed the pipe and took a deep drag then exhaled. I looked at him, still in shock. "Uh.... what do you want to do?" I said, taking the pipe from his hand and taking a deep drag myself. The weed was having the usual affect on me and I was feeling a little horny.

He smiled. "I wanna be your slut. Do with me whatever you want, but I don't kiss. That's too Gay." I chuckled. Too Gay. I sat there for a second and thought. What the hell. "Okay, I guess. What should I do?" He stood. "Just a second," he said then down the hall he went again, coming back holding a video gay camera. He walked in front of me and said "Mind of I record it? I promise- no one but me will ever see it" What the fuck. I muttered "I guess" and he set the camera up on the side table next to the couch, aiming it towards the middle of the room then turned to me and said "Take off your clothes and have your way with me. Make me your little sissy-boy slut." He reached down and grabbed one of the cock rings and put it tightly around his balls and cock. I stood up and took off my clothes then he handed me the other cock ring and I snapped it on tightly. He looked at me up and down and smiled. "Nice!" he said and he smiled, reaching over and turning on the video camera, aligning it towards the middle of the room then he got down on the floor onto his back and lifted up and spread his legs, muttering "Do me."

I picked up the vibrator, lubed it up and got down on my knees in front of him. He said "Hand me the poppers" then he opened the bottle and put it up to his nose and took four strong huffs and handed it to me. I did the same, then turned on the vibrator and slid it into his tight little pucker. My head was swimming. Poppers had an effect on me- bringing out the nasty in me. Just what I needed for this situation. I moved the vibrator in and out of his ass. He was moaning in pleasure. I grabbed my beer off the table with my free hand and chugged it down. My cock hardened to its full 6.5". I couldn't believe this was happening. After a bit, he looked up at me and told me to grab the smaller of the two dildos and shove it up his pussy. I complied and took the vibrator and stuck it all the way up my ass.

We both took four more deep huffs from the bottle of poppers and I just sat there on my knees between his legs, working the dildo deep into his ass, pulling it out all the way then sliding it back in. I could see his sphincter muscle wrapped tight around the dildo, popping slightly out as I worked his ass. His eyes were shut and he was muttering "Fuck me" over and over. I reached over, grabbed the pipe and lighter and took another deep drag of the weed, handed him the pipe and he did the same, then we both took another four deep huffs from the poppers. The room was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening.

After a while of that, he said "I'm gonna get on my hands and knees" then he sat up and grabbed the double ended dildo. One end was extremely thick, the other tapered off thin. I lubed it up and we both took another deep inhale of the poppers. I got behind him on my hands and knees and slid the fat end of the dildo into his ass. He flinched in pain as I slid it about a quarter way in, then I turned and got on my knees and carefully glided the other end into my ass then slowly moved back towards him until our asses touched, the dildo deep inside both of us.

I was gyrating my hips and gliding the dildo deep in and out of my ass, moaning in pleasure. He was doing the same. We kept that up for a while, then pulled apart. I reached and grabbed the poppers and took another deep inhale or four, then laid on the floor on my back and said "Straddle my chest- sit on me." He complied and I muttered "Now piss in my mouth." God, I was feeling totally raunchy.

He grabbed his small, chubby little soft cock and held it in front of my mouth and strained to piss. After a bit, a small dribble leaked into my mouth. I could taste the strong tang of his piss as the flow slowly increased, filling my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me down, not spilling a drop. He finished and got off me, then walked over to the couch and sat down. I got to my knees, looked at him and said "You suck cock?" He looked at me and said "No. I won't do that." I said "Want me to suck yours?" He thought for a second and said "No, not really- but I'll jack you off if you want." I said "Okay" and sat on the couch next to him and took another huff from the poppers. He reached over and grabbed my hard cock and started to slowly stroke me. "Harder- faster!" I muttered, "Abuse my cock!" He grabbed me tighter and violently tugged away as fast as he could on my throbbing meat. A few minutes later, I screamed "GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!" and wave after wave of thick, creamy white juice plastered my face and chest. He removed his hand and I just collapsed back in ecstasy.

We both just sat there silently for what seemed an eternity. God, I felt so dirty. A tinge of guilt ran through my head. I just couldn't believe what just had happened. I had never beed so nasty with another guy before. After a bit he stood. I looked over at the clock. We had been at it a little over two hours. I couldn't believe it. Jorge stood and said, I gotta get going. Mind if I use your shower first?" I said "No problem- there's a fresh towel in the closet by the bathroom" and he disappeared down the hall. About ten minutes later he came out of the bathroom.

I was still sitting naked on the couch. He grabbed all his toys, put them back in the bag and stuffed it into the suitcase then said "You can have the rest of that weed and the poppers" then he grabbed the video camera, removed the CD and handed it to me. "Keep this, don't let anyone see it but you." I just muttered "Okay" and took it from him. "Not a word about this, okay?" he stated. "It's just between you and me." I agreed. I was totally spent- my head was throbbing from huffing so much of the poppers. He walked out the door silently and left.

I just sat on the couch, never getting dressed the rest of the day. After a couple hours of sitting there, smoking a little more of the weed, I got up and slipped that CD he had left with me into my DVD player, plopped myself back on the couch and watched it, slowly stroking my cock the entire time.