Troy Vogt and Me

by: Daniel Stewart (GaynCoalCountry@aol.com)

I recently fucked my nephew Michael who I hadn’t seen in about
fifteen years. He was raised in foster care. He came to visit prior to
his eighteenth birthday and stayed about two months. He slept on the
couch and I’d stay up occasionally and watch him sleeping, thankful that
he was alive and well. It was wonderful seeing him and having him here.
He left just after Christmas.
About a year and a half later he came back to visit and insisted on
sleeping with me. “The couch hurts my back,” he say. So, even though it
was tough, because I was sexually attracted to him, I allowed him to
sleep in my bed.
I wasn’t home most nights, because I work as a security guard.
Some nights when I was home and we shared the bed, he’d wait till I
was asleep, (or so he thought), and would play with my cock. I let me
jerk me off a few times, pretending to be asleep.
Then one night, he just came out and asked me bluntly to fuck him. I
was literally scared to death and said No. But it was to be in vain. He’s
a relentless little shit.
Later that same night, he’d continue to beg and plead. “Would you
please fuck me, I want your cock in me…I need you.” he cried. ” I love
you, and have never been fucked before. I want you to be the one.” I
couldn’t believe my ears. He was in tears. I finally had no strength to
say no, because I wanted that beautiful little ass just as bad as he
wanted me to fuck it. Obviously, he lied about never being fucked before,
because he rode my cock like a true bottom.
I rolled over on my back and he straddled my waist, taking my cock in
his ass. It was great sex and I fucked him long and hard.
He said it was the best twentieth birthday ever, “You gave me exactly
what I wanted…thanks, uncle Danny.”
I’ll tell that whole complex, ball popping story another time if anyone
is interested in hearing it.
But for now, here for your reading pleasure is a true story from the
early ’90s. It involves a distant cousin, (or something like that, I’m
not certain if there is any relation at all). He is a foster brother of
my mom’s sister’s daughter. That is to say, one of my aunts gave a
daughter up for adoption and Troy was the son of the adoptive parents.
Our story begins in the late spring of 1991.
Troy Vogt and I met some years back, at that time I was twenty-seven
and he was around twenty-one. Exactly how we initially met is a bit
foggy. It seems, we were moving someone or something from Ottawa, Ohio to
Lucasville, Ohio for some of my relatives. My baby brother Larry, Troy
and myself were crowded into the cab of the pickup truck…sitting so
close to Troy about drove me crazy, I wanted him so bad that I could
taste it.
I used to have a thing for guys younger than me (all over eighteen,
of course). I used to love those smooth, tight bodies and that
never-ending sexual energy (which is a myth. Experience is paramount, age
has little to do with whether or sex is great or not). I foolishly
thought like most young gay men do nowadays, that “anyone over 30 was
old.”
I realized a long time ago that sex definitely improves with age. Now
that I’m pushing 40 years young, I’ve enjoyed sex much more than I ever
have. Gay men over 30 are like fine wine, they get better with time.
I’ve digressed.
About 3 hours into the return trip, we stopped for gas and some cokes.
Troy went to the bathroom and I followed, desperate to see his cock. I
locked the door as I entered the bathroom stood next to him at the urinal
and when he finished pissing, turned him toward me, got on my knees right
there and sucked his cock, swallowing the last drop of his love juice.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, and I was sure that’d be the last
time I saw Troy, because although he loved getting his cock sucked it
really bothered him. He seemed very nervous and almost ashamed…I was
afraid that my sucking him off was a mistake. It should be noted that he
and my little brother are best friends and have been for quite awhile. I
suspect they’ve enjoyed one another as often as they could, because of
Larry’s very jealous and bitchy wife at the time.
Anyway, soon after our return to Lucasville, Troy had a
girlfriend…my cousin Christina, whom he used when he wanted some pussy.
They were together only a short time and he met Tina who would be his
wife.
One night he came and spent the night at my mom’s house, sharing a bed
with Larry and myself, which was a king size mattress thrown on the
kitchen floor. Troy insisted on sleeping between Larry and I. Its was
about one o’clock in the morning, when he reached into my briefs and
stroked my cock. I was both surprised and excited as hell. I’d wanted him
so bad and laying there next to him was a fantasy come true for me.
I rolled over on my back, he pulled down my underwear and began
licking my balls while he stroked my cock. “You like that,” he asked.
“Yeah man, I love it baby,” I muttered. There would be many times that
we’d sucked each other off, but being inside his sweet, tight ass was
what I enjoyed most. That night at my mom’s house with my little brother
sleeping next to us, (or I think he was asleep). was the first time, I
fucked his tight virgin hole and it was wonderful.
Lord have mercy, how I loved having my cock up Troy’s ass! I mean, it
was more wonderful than words can begin to explain. And, Troy loved it
too. I could tell by the way he pushed back into me and moaned every time
I pushed my hard uncut tool into him — which I did quite a lot in those
days. Still would if given the chance.
Troy was in love with my cock because it was uncut and so sensitive.
Just his touch would give me an instant erection and he loved that, he
liked having that power over me.
Anyway, there we were: Troy leaning against the wall in the old
storage building and me just fucking away for all I was worth, when there
was a big bang on the door, and someone yelling, “Is somebody in there?”
I yanked myself out of Troy and we must’ve broke a record in hoisted
our jeans up as my friend Harold Briggs burst through the door.
“I thought someone was in here,” he smiled, stroking his hard cock
through his cutoffs. “What you guys doing in here, anyway?”
Troy sat down on an old work bench trying to hide his hard-on.
“Ooh, just messing around, uh…” he noticed Harold’s bulging crotch.
” …Harold, I was trying to get some.”
He looked me up and down. His eyes widened and a knowing grin crossed
his lips when his eyes reached the bulge in my jeans, and he licked his
wet lips.
“Well, how about we finish what you two started,” he said. “I’m
hornier than ever.”
Suddenly, Troy couldn’t stand it. He got on his knees in front of
Harold.
“Oh, Troy…” His cock slid into Troy’s mouth, pushing it deeper and
deeper down his throat. He ran his tongue along the thick shaft and over
the head, tasting Harold’s salt.
I was so taken by the beautiful site before me. My cock ached for
release. I reached around Troy’s waist and lifted his ass toward me, as
he sucked Harold’s cock.
Already lubricated from leaking precum, I rubbed the head of my cock
across Troy’s asshole teasingly. He was so fucking hot!
“Do it, Danny,” he begged. “Now. Let me have that sweet cock up my
ass. Come on, fuck me! Please.”
I pressed the head of my uncut cock against his tight asshole. Troy
letting Harold’s cock slip out of his mouth briefly, took a deep breath a
pressed back on my throbbing cock. I slowly eased my cock into his hot
hole until I felt my pubic hair against his taunt ass. I loved the way my
cock felt inside Troy — the way his asshole was stretched and felt so
tight. I was at that moment one with Troy.
Since time wasn’t our ally, we didn’t do it slowly, the way we liked
best. As soon as I was all the way inside him, I began to pull back, and
just before the head would pop out, I’d shove it all the way back in,
Holding his hips, I fucked hard and fast, pulling him toward me as I
shoved my cock into him. I could feel the cum churning in my nuts, ready
to burst, and knew Troy’s must have been doing the same.
Harold’s was face fucking Troy with his head tossed back and eyes shut
tight. It was like a chain reaction as Harold jerked his cock from Troy’s
hungry mouth and shot warm cum all across his face, I growled and shoved
my throbbing, rock hard cock all the way up Troy’s ass, Holding him
locked to his ass grinding. He knew it was all over — for both of us.
Feeling my cock swell and buck around inside him, Troy shot his load all
over the wood floor.
We stood for little bit, with Troy holding my cock inside him until it
began to soften.
“We’d better get going,” he said, and slowly let me cock slip out of his
tight hole.
Harold had already left and said he’d caught us later. While we
buttoned up our jeans we both thought about what had — and what could
have happened. “We damn sure can’t go on like this,” Troy finally said.
“We really can’t.”
“Yeah, we’d have been in deep shit, if that had been anyone else that
had burst in here and caught us. Damn it all, this isn’t safe, Troy.
We’ve got to find ourselves a private place, one that’s more
secure/relaxing. One that’s ours.”
Troy looked at me. ” You mean an apartment or something?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. How about it Troy? Sneak away from
your wife whenever you can…I’m moving into my apartment next week.”
I was a sophomore in college and was tried of commuting twelve miles
one way to attend classes. I’d rented a small apartment only 3 blocks
from Shawnee State University and Troy went with me to look at it. In
fact, we swapped a quick blowjob in the kitchen while the landlord was
next door collecting rent from one of his tenant’s.
” You know I will, Danny, but it’ll only be on weekends for a while.”
That was fine with me, I was just happy that he’d come see me when he
could.
Troy helped me move in and we had a great time that evening. I
desired his so much, and decided to press him to leave his wife…big
mistake. I was madly in love with Troy and he damn well knew it. I almost
ruined a great thing by assuming (don’t ever assume anything) he felt the
same way about me.
After our heart to heart, I sensed an uneasiness with Troy and you
could have cut the tension with a knife. He left and left me horny as
ever.
Troy had only been gone about twenty minutes and I jumped into my car
and headed to the rest area about 10 miles away, and got a nice blowjob
from some nameless stranger through one of the glory holes. Feeling like
a piece of horse manure, I went home and had myself a little pity-party.
Six months later: Troy showed up. By this time: Bobby and Randy, two
guys I meet at school, had moved in with me. I suspected they were
lovers, but we stayed busy with lectures, reading textbooks, and studying
for pop quizzes and exams that we rarely saw each other.
Troy had a fight with his wife and asked to spend the night. “Well, I
guess it can’t hurt.” I smiled. “You know your always welcome here.”
Bobby and Randy were great guys, easy to get along with. Our living
arrangements were great, Troy came over often — it was almost like
having his own place. Most of all, when Troy came over, he and I loved
having our very own bed, being able to fuck whenever we wanted to. And we
didn’t have to sneaked around or be quiet about it. Very quickly, Troy
felt secure and at home.
One night, after a long, slow fuck, I had to pee in the worst way.
“Hand me my underwear, will you, Troy? I got go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, just go, Dan. They went to bed a long time ago.”
I got up and opened the door. There wasn’t a sound, and the only
light I could see was the night light in the hall. You’re right. Be back
in a sec.”
I was still semi-hard and it took a moment of concentration to get
started. Just as the stream of relief splash into the commode, a low
voice asked, “You guys doing okay?”
I damn near pissed all over myself!
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, big guy.” Randy was standing right
next to me. “Mind if I join you?” He reached behind him a flipped on the
light. “There. Now we can see what we’re doing.”
He began to pee. I looked down and thought, “My word, he’s got a nice
cock, bigger even than Troy.” His cock was sexy, too: cut, long, and very
thick. We stood in silence, watching our piss streams crisscross,
splashing a bit as they met.
As we finished, another voice called out, “You guys awake? Want some
hot chocolate?” Bobby — wearing just a towel and carrying a tray of
steaming mugs — stood in the doorway.
“Um, thanks. Yeah, I guess so. Hot chocolate sounds good.”
“Well, go get Troy and come join us.” He headed back toward their
bedroom.
When I got back, Troy was getting out of bed. “What’s going on?”, he
shrugged.
“We’re invited for hot chocolate.”
We found the guys in their bedroom, sitting in the middle of a
queen-size bed. Bobby was still sporting the towel, and I felt a little
nudge from Troy as he spied that big dick between Randy’s legs.
We climbed up in the middle of the bed, and Bobby handed us each a
steaming mug. I was a little embarassed and didn’t know what to say, so I
blurted out the first thing that came to mind (I’d always wondered if
they were partners or not): Are you guys boyfriends?”
Randy laughed. “Well, whatta ya think? Bobby’s my baby and he’s got a
nice covered cock too.” he bragged. “We’ve been together ever since I got
hold of that uncut meat and ain’t about to let go.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you in the bathroom, Danny,” Randy said.
“Didn’t know you were up? I thought we made as much noise as you two do.”
“I guess we were too involved in what we were doing that we didn’t
hear you,” Troy said, and smiled. I hope you guys have as much fun as we
do.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off Randy’s crotch.
“I bet you guys like being over at the college,” Troy said. ” I hope
your being careful lots of god-looking, horny men out there…lots of
close-minded fag-bashers too.” he looked at me. “Remember that really
handsome sociology instructor, Danny? He sure is a hot number.” Bobby
laughed. “And a great fuck!”
Troy straed at the three of us with a look of bewilderment. ” Do you
mean you and Randy go to bed with other guy? Doesn’t that cause
problems…mess up your being together? I mean to screw around with
someone else…”
Randy snickered. “Not by a long shot, sweetheart. What do you think,
you keep your fidelity between your legs? I don’t think so. What you keep
between your legs is a penis that’s made for playing. Variety is good for
a relationhip, besides a stiff dick has no conscience.” he tapped Troy on
the forehead. “You keep you fidelity and loyalty in your mind and in your
heart. You don’t keep love in your prick and balls, you know. You keep it
inside…its more than physical, its part of you.”
He thought about what Randy had said, and it really made sense. Its
ironic how someone can say something and you suddenly realize you’ve know
it all along, only you could never put it into words.
Troy looked at Randy. “You mean if I sucked your cock, Bobby wouldn’t
mind?” he asked.
“If you were sucking Randy’s cock, I’d probably be sucking yours,
Troy. Just before Dan and I fucked you. Or I fucked you and Dan fucked
Randy. Whatever.” Troy looked over at me and I nodded approvingly. He
turned back to face Randy. ” Then I guess I’m going to suck that big dick
of yours,” he said, dropping his head in Randy’s lap.
It was a night to remember. We fucked and sucked till we were
drained.
As Troy and I retreated to my bedroom he stopped looked at me. Our
eyes locked and he said, “I Love You.” I was speechless and took him
into my arms a kissed him like he’d never kissed before.
After I graduated from college, I desired to return to my roots in the
mountains of southeastern Kentucky. Troy had divorced his wife and was
living somewhere in West Virginia. But, I still long for that sexy ass
and sweet face.