My Little Loup Garou

“Where are we? What are we stopping here for?” I asked.

“We’re here”, Landry laughed, “This is where I live”. He opened the car door and got out. With my heart in my throat, I reluctantly opened my door and got out of the car. “Over here”, I heard Landry’s voice saying from the pitch darkness just ahead and to my left.

I saw nothing that indicated anyone lived here or for miles around but I swallowed hard and moved toward the sound of that voice.

Landry laughed, “You’ll get used to what real darkness is quick enough, city slicker. Here . . . just grab hold and follow me.”

I reached out, groping at the darkness and felt a body standing in front of me. It was Landry’s back and I could feel the top of the waistband of his jeans. I tried to slip a finger through one of the belt loops but it was torn loose. I felt Landry start to move ahead and even though he was wearing white, I really couldn’t see him. I quickly stepped forward and reached out again, this time slipping the tips of my fingers inside the back of his waistband and I clung to him for dear life as he lead me through the darkness.

My eyes were slowly starting to adjust to the complete darkness of that moonless, and cloudy night in the middle of the bayou and I could make out the white figure directly in front of me. I few steps later I thought I could make out a solid black mass that was more constant than the darkness of the surrounding vegetation as it loomed before us.

“Wait here”, Landry cautioned, “Let me turn a light on before ya break your neck tryin' to climb the steps.”

Light suddenly flooded the small clearing we were standing in and I got my first glimpse of Landry’s home. It was an old house trailer that someone had built a wooden porch for and attached to the front of the trailer. Landry stood at the front door, smiling. It wasn’t a sinister smile at all. It looked warm and friendly. I sensed nothing from him but the innocence and kind-heartedness that I had picked up on earlier at the restaurant. My fears quickly started to fade and I felt like such a fool.

“Let me give ya the grand tour real quick”, Landry chuckled, “I know it aingt much but I like to call it home”.

Truthfully, it really wasn’t much, but it was surprisingly clean. It was small. It was sparsely furnished. There was a small refrigerator and a stove. There was a small kitchen table and two chairs. Behind one closed door was a small bathroom. Behind the other was a bedroom that wasn’t big enough to hold much more than the double bed and a chest of drawers. The bed hadn’t been made but the sheets looked pretty clean. Landry walked me back out to the front porch and parked me in a big old wicker chair.

“This is where I spend most a my time when I'm home, 'cept for when I’m in bed, of course. I like sitting out here, watchin' and listning to the bayou. I don’t get a chance to entertain much, so I’m glad you’re here. Make yourself ta home while I get us some drinks”, and Landry disappeared back into the trailer.

He soon returned with a pair of old Mason jars, filled with a clear liquid.

"Ya ever have moonshine, city slicker?” he laughed.

“Nope . . . guess there’s a first time for everything, as they say”, I toasted as I clinked my jar against his.

“Take it easy now”, Lan warned, “That stuff‘ill hit ya like a sledge hammer 'tween the eyes if ya aingt careful. So, what ya think a my place?” he asked.

“Well, the trailer looks pretty homey”, I started, “And I have to say you seem to be a better housekeeper than I am. You don’t have a TV?”

“Nope, no TV. I don’t know for sure, since we never had one, but I 'spect we wouldn’t get no stations all the way out here noway so it'd be a waste a money to buy a TV. I got me a radio though. We only get a couple stations out here but I listen to it sometimes.

“You said ‘we’ a couple times, Lan” I implied the question to him.

“I guess I still aingt broke that habit yet”, Lan responded with a momentary far away look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. “This was my Daddy’s place. I never had a mama. Daddy passed away when I was 17 and left this place to me. I guess that was 'bout five years ago now. We built this porch with our own hands and it’s still in pretty good shape but I have to do repairs on it a lot cuz the moisture and all really aingt too good for the wood, ya know”.

“You get lonely out here by yourself, Lan?” I asked.

“Not as much as ya might think”, he grinned kinda sheepishly. I work at the restaurant 6 days a week. Ol’ Remy closes the place on Sundays. The days are long and we talk a lot and we do get some customers coming in that I like to see and get to talk to. I might talk a little bit too much some times cuz I don’t get the chance to talk much when I’m here at home. I usually only have a few hours to sit here on the porch every night before it’s time to go to bed, then it’s early to rise and get back to work. I do odd jobs if I can find extra work on Sundays so I don’t have that much time to get bored. I like it here on the bayou. But I have to admit that it sure is nice to have someone to sit here and talk to again on this old porch. Thanks for coming out.”

We sat on that old wooden porch and just talked. If it wasn’t for all the questions I asked him, and a few he had for me, you’d have thought we were old friends who had known each other for a long time. Lan pretty much carried the conversation most of the time. He really was a talker, but I was very content to just sit and listen to him talk and tell stories. I learned a lot about the Bayou, and the simple life than Lan led. After a while, we started to see some lightning out around the horizon. We sat together chatting and enjoyed the spectacular light show.

I was a little less comfortable after I noticed some reddish glowing things out in the water in front of us and Lan explained that it was just some curious gators keeping an eye on us. He could tell that the thought of alligators so close to the trailer was a bit unnerving for me so he laughed and told me that the gators didn’t give folks much trouble; it was the damn snakes you had to worry about. I almost wanted to crawl out of my skin.

Lan spun a lot of stories as we talked that night on his porch. The one I remember best is the one about the Loup Garou (he pronounced it as Loo Ga Roo). It’s basically a story about werewolves that have been spread from generation to generation in French speaking cultures in Louisiana. The creature is supposed to have the body of a man and the head of a wolf. There are several ways one can become a Loup Garou and the way the story is often told is that they look for people who have been bad and punish them. Lan’s father used to sit on that porch and tell him stories about the Loup Garou when he was just a little boy growing up on the bayou.

I guess I was especially vulnerable to this particular line of stories because I’d grown up when the old Universal Studios movies about werewolves were popular and found them the most frightening of all monsters when I was a young child. So, as if the stories about the gators and the snakes all around us weren’t bad enough, Lan had to start telling me stories about the Loup Garou. I’m sure he could sense that his stories had touched a nerve with me and he spun one story after another, and swore that on occasion he had heard sounds or seen glimpses of a strange creature that he was sure was a Loup Garou right there in that very bayou.

I felt like a bitch whose boyfriend liked to take her to a scary movie so she would cuddle up close to him for protection, and I could see that Lan was getting a kick out of my reaction to his stories.

We talked on and on that night, watching the thunderstorms that Lan first told me were out over the Gulf slowly move closer and closer. After a while the sound of distant thunder approaching started to punctuate Lan’s scary stories about the Loup Garou. After a while, the talk took on a more serious and realistic nature, when Lan asked me, out of the blue, about something I had casually mentioned hours earlier at the restaurant. He recalled me telling him about some friends who lived in New Orleans and how they had been the ones who recommended that I try his restaurant.

So I told him a little about Michael and Justin, leaving out anything too personal which I felt I had no business telling anyone.

“We don’t get many out a town visitors at the restaurant”, he told me, “specially people from the great city of Nawlins. How long ago was your friends in town?”

“I’m not sure”, I told him honestly. “I think it was about two weeks ago; maybe a little longer but not that long ago. Then I remembered something and added, “Oh . . . wait a minute . . . you said earlier that the restaurant is closed on Sunday. The guys both work Monday through Friday and they specifically mentioned that it was during a weekend drive in the country so it must have been on a Saturday, probably two or maybe three weeks ago.”

“Aha . . . I thought so. Soon as ya mentioned them in the restaurant earlier, I thought that must a been the two guys I remembered. Yeah, I remember them all right. They whispered a lot. I couldn’t hear anything they said but I thought I could feel them watching me a lot when I wasn’t looking at 'em. I kinda caught 'em staring a couple times and they grinned like a kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. To tell ya the truth, I thought they was planning on making a pass at me or somethin'. I figured they might be Gay or somethin' and I thought they was checking me out. Does that sound like your friends?” he asked, looking me squarely in the eye.

“Oh Wow!” I said, swallowing hard; suddenly feeling caught off guard and a little cornered. “I went to high school with them and hadn’t seen them since graduation when they moved down here until a couple days ago. I really couldn’t say, Lan”.

He wasn’t going to let go that easily. “Ya telling me ya never had sex with them? Ya don’t know if they are Gay or not?”

“No”, I felt like I had answered a bit too quickly. “I have definitely never had sex with either of them”, I answered honestly, “And I wouldn’t tell you, or anyone, that they were Gay even if I knew that they were”, I protested; stopping short of actually telling Lan a lie.

“Ya know . . .”, Lan paused, “I kinda got that same feeling 'bout you tonight in the restaurant. I caught ya checkin' me out a couple times. I’m sure I caught ya staring hard at this greasy spot on the front a my jeans . . . staring like ya wanted somethin' . . . like ya saw somethin' ya liked. I was afraid you’d turn chicken like your two friends and run off without making your move, so I thought I’d get ya back here and maybe let ya have what ya wanted.”

“Oh Wow!” I exclaimed nervously. “I can’t speak to what might or might not have been on my friends' mind when they were in your restaurant, Lan. I’m sorry if anything I did seemed inappropriate or gave you the wrong idea. Yeah, I remember seeing that greasy stain on the front of your pants and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I noticed that you could see the head of your cock through that spot and I guess I was just stunned in disbelief and maybe I did stare a bit too long in shock”.

Again, I’d stopped just short of telling an outright lie and did not tell Lan that I definitely had not been fantasizing about him and the cock that was partially visible through his greasy jeans.

“You’re not Gay . . . are you, Lan?” I asked. “I mean, I’m not accusing you or anything, but I’m starting to wonder why you really invited me out here tonight”.

“Hell’s bells, boy. I don’t think I’m Gay . . . but I guess I can't honestly say I'm total straight neither. I’m just one horny sum bitch who don’t get enough and I thought if ya wanted to lick my pecker like a big ol’ lollipop or something I wasn’t gonna let ya get away so easy the way your friends did a couple weeks ago. We don’t get a lot a gay guys 'round here, or if we do, theys smart enough to not let anyone around these parts know they’re into other guys. All the girls are already married or theys too young for me. Around these parts the next to last thing you do is fuck another man’s old lady and the very last thing you do is get caught fuckin' 'round with Daddy’s underage little girl.

I’m tired a just pumping this ol’ pecker a mine with my own hand all the time and thought if ya was wantin' to suck on it for me I was more than game. Shucks, some nights I lay in there in that bed listnin' to all the critters out here on the bayou and I get ta feeling so horny I think I’d go out and fuck me the biggest ol’gator I could find if I wasn’t afraid he’d bite my pecker clean off.

I nearly fell off my wicker chair over that last remark and we both had a good laugh that broke the tension a little.

“Lan, it sounds like you know a little bit about Gays. Have you ever had sex with another guy before?” I asked.

“Well, I ain't sure if that’s what you’d call it or not”, he said, seemingly deep in thought. "Back when I was a little feller no more than knee high to a grasshopper as my Daddy used to say, I fooled around a little bit with a friend a mine”, he admitted easily enough.

“Fooled around?” I asked, eager for more details but not wanting to push too hard.

“Yeah . . . my best friend and me . . . I guess we was 'bout eleven year old, maybe twelve . . . well ya know, we was at that age where we was just starting to learn really good about sex and how good it felt. Our peckers wasn’t all that big yet but they was just starting to work real good and we’d both been playin' with our peckers for a while. We got to talking about it and how we liked to do it and all and he started showing me how he rubbed his pecker so I started showing him how I liked to wrap my hand 'round mine and slide my hand up and down til it spit real good.

Well, we both had our peckers in our hand demonstrating’ and all a sudden he reached out and started to playing with mine so I just reached over and started playing with his like. We decided that felt a lot better than playin' with our own pecker . . . ya know, having someone else play with it for ya. So, we started meeting up after school every day and we’d commence to playing with each other til we was too sore to play any more. Well, one day Beau, that was his name, it was short for Beauregard, he was named after his great granddaddy who fought in the War Between the States. Anyway he got to telling’ me 'bout how he found out one night 'bout his maw kissing’ his daddy’s pecker and he liked that a whole bunch.

He liked it so much he let her put it right in her mouth and he liked that even more. Well, I didn’t believe him and he told me that lots a people like to put their pecker in their wife’s mouth and how it was real popular with a lot a older folks. I told him that he was fibbing and that people didn’t really do that, so he up and tells me that he’ll show me that it’s true and he started kissing my pecker. Well, I got all tingly and that felt better than anything we’d ever done before, so I asked him if I could put it in his mouth. He commenced to start licking it up and down just like a big ol’ lollipop or somethin' and I told him that felt real good.

I begged him to let me put it in his mouth and he opened up wide and let me slide my pecker between his lips. He started sucking on it and I started sliding it back and forth. It was feeling so good! I never thought nothin' could ever feel that good. I guess I wasn’t thinking too clear. I didn’t know I was s'posed to pull my pecker out a his mouth before it squirted and I didn’t warn him or nothing. I just wasn’t even thinking 'bout where I was squirting and I just cut loose and started squirting right into his mouth and on his tongue and everythin' and he didn’t like that much at all.

He got real mad like and he wouldn’t come 'round and see me no more after that. I didn’t even have nobody else to rub and squeeze my pecker for me after that and had to just do it myself every chance I get 'cept for a couple times when I found some girl to have sex with but most a them wouldn’t let me put my pecker in their mouth cuz they said that was nasty.”

“So, Beau is the only guy who ever sucked your cock, I mean your pecker?” I asked.

“Yeah. He was the only guy who ever touched my pecker. His pecker was the only one I ever saw naked unless you count seeing my Daddy’s big old pecker when he’d haul it out to take a piss when we was out hunting or somethin'.

By this time I had pretty well overcome my fear of being baited and didn’t think there was much chance at all that this guy was going to beat the crap out of me and throw my lifeless body into the swamp if I did what I wanted to do. Hell, Lan had almost convinced me that he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to do him. I was starting to feel like the biggest difference between us in that regard was that he more or less needed to have sex with another warm body and wasn’t the least bit particular about who it was, while I wanted it and it was him specifically that I was craving.

I’d had the hots for this kid with the gorgeous looks and the sexy bod literally from the first second I laid eyes on him. I’d have probably never made a move on him. I’d have never guessed that he might be Gay or at least interested in letting me swing on his “pecker”. From that first second when he’d walked out of the kitchen and into view, he’d grown on me and I wanted him more and more with each passing moment, with the exception of that scary ride when I genuinely feared I may have fallen into the clutches of a serial killer. It wasn’t just his super hot physical appearance that had me hooked, nor was it the fact that he seemed like as nice a guy as you’d ever want to meet.

His accent was just sexy as all get out and he could have given me a hardon just listening to him talk. I’m not sure if it was the heavy French part of his accent that I liked best or the slight southern drawl that came with it. Oh, who I am kidding? It was the French part I found most sexy. It didn’t sound at all pretentious like some French accents do, and maybe it was that little bit of southern flavor that helped temper that. There were also certain words he used that really had a pretty dramatic effect on me. One of those words was “Daddy”. Now, there’s a word that never had that kind of effect on me before.

I’d never considered it to be even remotely sexy, but there was something about the way he said it. The other word was “pecker” which was obviously Lan’s favorite word when referring to his penis. I’d heard the word pecker used for a penis before but I’m not sure I ever heard any of my gay male friends use it. I think both of those words and the way he spoke them really gave Lan a very strong aura of innocence.

Although there were aspects of his physical appearance; the things he said and the way he said them, and an untold number of personality traits that gave Lan a very strong air of innocence, he wasn’t really that innocent at all. After all, he had sat out to seduce me early on after we’d met in the restaurant and he had succeeded, not that it was any great accomplishment considering my nature and all of the assets that hunk had working for him but he had swept me off my feet and gotten me to throw caution to the wind and go with him to an unknown place for unknown reasons which ran counter to my normal sense of caution.

I still couldn’t believe that Lan was practically begging for sex. I’d have fallen all over myself to get into his pants if I’d had any idea he’d actually be willing, but I wasn’t going to come across as too willing and I was going to play the game a little longer and make Lan want it even more. I was eager to see how far Lan was willing to go and I figured the hotter I got him the better chance I had of getting what I really wanted and maybe even everything I wanted.

“Look, Lan”, I pointed. “Looks like all this talk about peckers has got you pretty excited. Your pecker looks a lot bigger now than it did before and I bet you’re really hard”.

“Yeah”, he responded, “It’s so hard it’s starting to hurt. I’m gonna have to sneak off to the bedroom and play with it a little just so I can get it to stop hurtin'.

Lan had obviously gotten seriously boned remembering and talking about how he and his young friend used to play with each other and how he’d once put his pecker in his buddy’s mouth and cum in his mouth. There hadn’t been much room in the crotch of his jeans to start with. Landry was blessed with a major bubble butt that strained the seam that ran up the back of his ass in those dirty white jeans and he had a more than ample bulge that filled his pouch prominently. Now, his cock had obviously hardened and lengthened considerably. Where I had once been able to observe the head of his cock through that translucent grease spot on his crotch, there was nothing but shaft as his cock head had snaked on down the leg of his jeans.

“What about that famous southern hospitality you were talking about earlier, Lan?”

“Huh?” he grunted, confused.

“What am I supposed to do while you’re in there playing with yourself?” I asked.

“I dunno”, he replied, looking sad and disappointed, “Less maybe ya wanna sit out here and play with your pecker too while I’m in there”, he suggested hopefully.

“Naw”, I said slowly. That doesn’t sound like much fun. If we’re both gonna play with ourselves we might as well both stay here and maybe play with each other”.

“Ya really mean it?” Lan asked, suddenly extremely excited and giving me the biggest shit-eating grin I had seen yet.

“Why not?” I chuckled. There’s no TV and you’re crazy if you think I am going to sit out here by myself after hearing you tell stories about the Loup Garou while you’re inside playing with yourself. I guess I’ll play with yours if you promise to play with mine.”

I got up from my chair and walked across the porch to stand directly in front of where Lan was sitting. I couldn’t believe the incongruous mix of innocence and lust that he was able to emit simultaneously. He looked sexier than ever looking up at me with those big, dark sexy eyes that almost pleaded for me to satisfy him. The game almost ended right then and there but I managed to regroup and control my own building lust.

“You know, Lan . . . I definitely remember staring at your bulging crotch when we were back there in the restaurant. I don’t know that I would say I was checking you out”, I lied; I was absolutely checking the hunk out; "but I couldn’t help but notice your cock was visible through that grease stain on your crotch that made it look almost like you were naked. I could swear that I could even identify the tip of your pecker lying just beneath that stained spot and I couldn’t believe that I was actually seeing something like that in a public place, even though we were alone in the restaurant. But I don’t think the head of your pecker is still there in that spot where it was earlier”.

I reached down and placed the tip of my index finger directly on the center of that grease stain as Lan’s jaw dropped in shock.

“No, I didn’t think so. That definitely feels like cock shaft to me. I think your pecker has woken up and crawled a little farther down your pant leg . . . maybe down to here?” I guessed as I placed my finger a couple inches lower on his crotch below that big stain.

Lan gasped slightly.

“Hmmmm . . . still feels like shaft to me; maybe the head is down here”, I speculated as I moved my finger down a little lower. “Ooooo”, I crooned, I think I’m getting closer and you’re definitely getting warmer”.

I moved my finger about another inch further south and hit pay dirt. Lan jumped like I’d touched him with a cattle prod and sent a jolt of electricity through him. For a second, I was afraid the poor stud had actually prematurely ejaculated and cum all over the inside of his shorts and I pulled my hand back. I squatted in front of Lan’s chair, between his spread legs. I once again placed the tip of my finger directly over that big grease stain, guessing that I was probably somewhere in the vicinity of mid shaft.

“What kind of stain is this, Lan?” I asked.

“I dunno”, he whispered hoarsely. “Probably lard? Ol’ Remy likes to cook with lard a lot.

“Ummmm . . . I don’t know”, I teased, scrunching up my nose for effect. “I don’t know if I’d like the taste of lard”.

It took Lan at least half a beat to catch on to where I was going with this, maybe it was even a little more than a full beat but he got it. The guy wasn’t dumb, just a little slow when it came to playing sex games that he wasn’t all that familiar with. At first he wasn’t sure he understood my meaning, but I could see the wheels turning and he was definitely at least hoping desperately that he’d caught my drift.

“I dunno”, he repeated. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, it might be clarified butter, or a bit a bacon grease? Heck, it could be a combination of a couple things”, he grinned nervously.

I leaned forward and placed my nose squarely over that stain, making contact with his fabric covered pecker as I inhaled deeply. Lan was at first extremely excited and then seemed a little let down when he realized I was only going to smell the stain.

“Nope, I can’t make out what it smells like”, I announced, pretending to be contemplating the possibilities. “I think the underlying scent of pecker might be masking the smell”.

I leaned back in and placed my open mouth over the stain, placing my upper lip on one side of Lan’s rock hard shaft and my lower lip over the opposite side.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, was the only sound that escaped Lan’s lips as I locked my lips around his shaft and slowly exhaled into the denim covering his pecker.

“Oh man . . . that’s hot”, he groaned. “I never felt nothin' like that before . . . that’s so warm . . . so moist . . . I don’t know how you’re doing that but please don’t stop!”

The whole time that Lan was imploring me to not stop what I was doing, his cock was doing a little dance for me as it throbbed between my lips. He didn’t have to say anything to let me know how much he was enjoying this treatment. I rocked back on my heels.

“No, I can’t quite make out the taste either”, I teased as I came up for air and started to take a peek at the expression on Lan’s handsome face.

But I guess I had hit the ball into Lan’s court and it must have been an easy lob the way he seized the moment and jumped all over it, taking control unexpectedly. Before I could straighten all the way up into my squatting position before him, he seized my head with both hands and forced my face back into his crotch. For the time being, it seemed that he was perfectly content to have my lips spanning the sides of his shaft and breathing a deliciously moist warmth that made his pecker throb relentlessly. Apparently not caring a great deal for a passive role, Lan began to lift his butt up off the chair as he thrust his hips upward to push his crotch harder against my mouth.

“Oh yeah, man! That’s it! Yeah! Put your hot mouth 'round my pecker! Mmmmmmm . . . that feels soooooo good!

It was quite a struggle for me to pull my face out of Lan’s crotch. The boy was definitely a lot stronger than he might have appeared, and he also had the advantage with leverage based on our respective positions. Of course, the only reason I struggled to free myself at all, was that I wanted more of him and I’m sure if Lan had understood what was on my mind I wouldn’t have had to fight so hard to free my face from his lap. I was pretty sure that I could have brought Lan to a full climax just the way he was, soiling his pants with something other than sweat and grease stains.

I actually thought about doing that and reveling in the demonstration of control I could have ha over his orgasm but only for a second. Lan probably would have been perfectly satisfied by that instant gratification. At that moment it might have even been exactly what he wanted, or at least what he thought he wanted. But I had bigger and better things in mind for my sexy little Cajun stud, and to be perfectly honest I wanted more than that for myself as well. I wasn’t even close to ready to bring our sexual tryst to a sudden conclusion so quickly.

I’m guessing that a young stud like that could have been ready to go for round two in no time at all but you can never be sure about someone you’ve never enjoyed sex with before, and there was also that danger that once I got Lan off he might get that case of buyer’s remorse that immediately follows a powerful ejaculation by a straight stud compliments of the hot mouth belonging to another male. If Lan wasn’t sure how to classify his sexuality I certainly wasn’t going to risk the chance that he might be more straight than I would have hoped or he would have been willing to admit while trying to talk me into blowing his southern fried pecker.

He released me completely and that ear to ear grin returned the minute my fingers found the buttons of his fly. Lan remained seated in his chair, lifting his butt off the seat slightly when I started to lower his jeans. Once I’d pulled them below his knees, I left them lying around his ankles where they fell and returned to that steamy crotch.

As luck would have it, Lan was wearing my favorite underwear, tighty whitey briefs. That really wasn’t a great surprise. Most guys wore white back in those days and almost all young and single guys wore briefs, leaving boxers for the older married men. I could see what I was working on much more clearly now that I had Lan’s jeans down around his ankles where they belonged.

With my target so clearly identified, I dove in and went straight for the head of that boy’s cock. He must have felt my hot breath caressing his pecker even before I reestablished any physical contact with him because a split second before my tongue darted out to lick his pecker it jumped upward as if it had a mind of its own and that cockhead pretty much jumped right into my mouth. I had my lips locked around the head of Lan’s pecker and was giving the tip a good tongue lashing.

“Oh sweet lord!” Lan exclaimed as he nearly jumped out of his chair.

I didn’t know how long it had been since Lan had his last blow job. From what he’d told me earlier, it must have been close to ten years since his last male on male sex when Beau had presented that pecker with its first ever blow job. I had no idea how many times one of the local ladies had sucked Lan’s pecker for him. He made it sound like it hadn’t happened very often and I have no idea how talented the young lady had been or how much she’d really been into the task before her. I couldn’t have been more pleased and I dare say proud with the enthusiasm my efforts were getting from Lan.

“Oh yeah! Eat that pecker! Eat it! Suck it real good!" There was no doubt by that time that Lan’s pecker was of the uncircumcised variety. That was still quite a rarity in this country at that time, at least based on my personal experience, but I suppose the fact that Lan was a southern boy from a poor family living in the bayou and according to my understanding had actually been delivered by a midwife right there on the kitchen table had something to do with the fact that his package was still completely intact. With the head of that boys pecker trapped inside my mouth and my tongue giving the tip a very good working over, there was no doubt at all that he had foreskin protecting his pecker head.

The only thing that confused me at that point was wondering how much larger and harder his cock might be able to get with so much foreskin still covering his cock head so completely. I’m not sure if my heavy breathing on his cock through his briefs was any hotter than it had been when it was still clad in denim but he was definitely getting a lot more moisture now. I’d noticed just before engulfing his cock again that the stain on the front of his briefs had expanded and was much larger than the spot had been on his jeans. That may have been partly due to the grease spreading better on the thinner cotton material of his briefs.

My taste buds had quickly informed me that the stain was probably more lard than bacon grease or butter, but more importantly, they also let me know that the stain was now more than just grease. There was no missing the sweet taste of precum mixed with whatever kind of grease mixture had started that stain. It was just another positive sign of how much Lan had been enjoying my efforts to eat his pecker through those denim jeans.

There were also traces of sweat and just a hint of stale piss. Lan may well have been contributing to the further spreading of that spot that was growing wetter and wetter every second but for sure the saliva that I was lavishing his pecker with as I literally drooled over that boys throbbing cock was largely responsible. Lan was squirming in his seat as I continued licking, drooling and sucking on his Cajun meat stick and at the same time I cupped his balls in my hand and gently massaged them.

“OH BOY . . . OH BOY . . . OH BOY!” Lan began a ritual chant.

Between the constant squirming and sporadic thrusting of his hips and the increasing volume and tempo of his verbal responses to the blow job I was giving him I was afraid he might surprise me and cum at any second with little or no warning, so I squeezed that spot at the base of his balls in an effort to delay any impending orgasm that might be about to burst upon the scene because I wasn’t ready to take a break from sucking the tasty cock that I had in my mouth just yet. I don’t know if that measure had been necessary to prevent a premature eruption or not but I think it helped Lan’s pecker grow and extra half inch.

Man Oh Man, I’m telling you . . . I drooled and I slobbered over that Cajun boy’s cock like you just wouldn’t believe. I licked at it and I sucked on it. At first, it just made his briefs wet enough to be almost see through as the material stretched tightly over the major bulge in his crotch. Then his briefs became so saturated that they clung to him and showed his cock in a more three dimensional relief fashion. That only made it that much easier for me to get three sides of his cock in my mouth as I worked it real good. Again, I was tempted to bring him off just like that. I’m not exactly an “underwear freak” or anything like that and I don’t think this actually rises to the level of what you might call a “fetish”, but one of the things that I do on occasion and I enjoy it immensely, is to get a guy so excited while I am pleasing his cock orally that I will bring him to full orgasm while sucking his cock through his briefs.

I’m telling you, you haven’t lived until you make a man cum in his tight undies and swallow his oozing cum as it is being strained through his briefs. As excitable as Lan was over the blow job he’d been getting up to that point, there is not a doubt in my mind that I could have achieved that with him, and he’d have been almost as satisfied with that result as I would have been. But realizing this was a young stud who hadn’t had his wiener eaten in who knows how long and I wouldn’t even venture a guess when he might get so lucky again under his present circumstances, I was determined to be patient and make sure that he got the whole enchilada.

So, with that in mind, I determined that it was time to move on to the next stage and let Lan’s cock finally make it’s official debut and break free of its confinement that had to that point in time kept me from giving it the full treatment.

The first thing I did upon freeing Lan’s pecker from his well soaked briefs was to involuntarily let out a low whistle in pure admiration.

“Ooooooooo . . Weeeeeeee! Lanny, that sure is a cock to be proud of. There’s not a man alive who wouldn’t be proud to have a beauty like that”, I crowed at him.

My brief but very sincere comments of praise drew several noticeable reactions from Lan. Naturally, he flashed me that big grin of his that was becoming so familiar to me, and I think I even made him blush a little bit. The other reaction that I wasn’t quite sure about at that time was that I got the impression that he was almost about to cry for a second before gaining control of himself.

Landry’s cock really was a beaut! I wasn’t just blowing smoke up his ass. Now, as for me, personally, there are three different categories that I might generally put a man’s cock into based on my first impression. Some are kind of neutral. Others I will take one look at and say to myself, “Now there is a cock that just begs to be sucked”, while still others practically scream, “Oh my god, shove that cock up my ass and fuck me right now”! Of course being the versatile and cooperative sort of sex partner that I am, I tend to follow the lead of whatever the owner of any of those fine cocks want to do as far as sharing it with me and given the opportunity I’d love to both suck and be fucked by almost any cock regardless of which category it may fall into.

Well, Lan’s pecker was one of those that absolutely screamed, “FUCK ME NOW!” Clearly what HE wanted right then and there was to get his pecker sucked and I was more than happy to oblige. To be perfectly honest, I had no idea where his heart and mind might lie on the subject of shoving his pecker up another man’s butt and fucking him till the cows came home, and quite frankly I wasn’t even sure if this young product of the Louisiana bayou was even aware that such a thing was another possibility of how two horny males can have fun together and get off big time.

I always struggle a bit to give a clear physical description of a cock like Lan’s, so I’ll give you the easy part of the description first. My Cajun cuties sported about 8 inches when fully involved and I am talking an honest to gosh 8 inches and not the kind of 8 inches that so many gay men falsely claim for themselves. That’s not necessarily huge, but it’s more than respectable for any stud. Size generally isn’t all that important to me anyway when it comes time to judge another dudes equipment. I look for beauty and something that I call “character” in determining just how hot I find a guy’s cock.

The other part of my description of Lan’s pecker deals with both size and “character”. Bayou Boy would rate very high on the thickness meter but the thickness of his cock was not exactly constant. My best effort to describe the shape (which is part of what I refer to as a cock’s “character”) would be to call it a wedge or maybe compare it to the shape of an Indian arrow head or the tip of a spear. That’s not to say it was exactly pointy at the tip but it tended to be that way more than being one of those big, bulbous or knobby cock heads. It was probably pretty close to normal in size but it tended to look a little more pointed in contrast with the shaft of Lan’s most impressive pecker.

From the back of the pecker’s head it flared out and grew thicker and thicker the closer you got to the base and its girth was pretty damn awesome by the time you got down to the short and curlies. Such a gorgeous, and I might add formidable cock would have been impressive as hell on any man, but on that sexy young stud it was downright staggering. I'd never seen one exactly like it; hell, I'd never seen anything close to it. It couldn't have been much farther from what I'd have guessed that boy's pecker might have looked like if I'd tried playing that guessing game when I first began to drool over the hot looking lad back in the restaurant.

If you'd shown me a lifesized picture of Lan's pecker and about 100 sexy studs, he might have been the last one I'd have guessed possessed that amazing, meaty cock, but I was every bit as happy as I was surprised that he possessed such a mighty weapon. Lan’s cock was just fine for sucking and I couldn’t wait to get started in earnest now that it had been bared before me, but the truth is that his pecker was one of those cocks that was MADE TO FUCK! But obviously it was a blow job that Lan wanted, so it was a blow job he was going to get, and I was determined to make it the best damn BJ I’d ever given.

I had Lan get out of his chair so that I could kneel down in front of him right there on the front porch. With him finally standing before me totally naked, I reached up and cupped his balls in my hand. They were awesome and complimented his pecker beautifully. I wouldn’t exactly call them “low hangers” but they were definitely hanging low enough to swing free and hang suspended from that cock, making them very inviting and easy to suck. They felt heavy as I partially lifted them on the tips of my fingers. I think what I liked best about them was the separation between them that allowed you to easily see each testicle.

They were huge. The left nut (the one to my right) was slightly larger than the right one and it also hung slightly lower in Lan’s hairless sack. I lowered my hand and let them dangle, suspended there before me. Then, giving in to temptation, I leaned in while darting out my tongue and licked that visible part between them, admiring the salty taste and smooth texture of his scrotum. As my tongue licked his sack, Lan’s balls did a brief dance as those big, heavy balls of his lifted slightly as if they had the ability to defy gravity. I quickly took one nut into my mouth and suck on it for only a very short time and then I have the other the same treatment.

Lan was Ooooing and Ahhhing and rocking slightly back and forth between the heel and the ball of his feet. He was obviously enjoying the feel of the first direct contact between my tongue and his bare genitals. I let his manly nuts escape and hang freely before he had time to take the initiative because my first assault on his balls was only meant to be an introduction and I was anxious to get on with the main event.

Lan was most definitely uncircumcised as I would have bet when I first spotted the head of his cock peeking through that grease spot on his jeans in the restaurant. Even though his cock was completely hard and I assumed at full length and girth, there was still a considerable amount of foreskin hanging over and completely hiding the head of his pecker. That was the one thing about that sexy bayou boy that I wasn’t totally thrilled with, at least not initially.

I adored uncut cocks! I should probably mention that my personal experience with them was extremely limited (probably due to the fact that they were quite rare in most parts of this country back then, at least in the Midwest where I grew up). I’d seen hundreds more uncut cocks in pictures (even though gay porn was not that readily available back then either and most of the pictures of naked men had circumcised penises as well. The first time I have got to be with a young man with an uncut cock I felt like I had died and gone to heaven and it may have been the most excited I have ever gotten sucking a cock, and I tend to get more excited than most do when I am sucking on a delicious cock.