4 comments/ 14567 views/ 13 favorites Go With It By: devoutmalesub Life changed for me, fairly quick. One moment I was married, trying to have children and the next my wife was leaving me. She didn't want to adopt, didn't want a man's sperm in her that wasn't that of her husband. Three months later my cell phone buzzed. It was a Utica, NY number that wasn't familiar. I knew one number from that area; had it memorized, even, but this number wasn't it. It was the hospital, I needed to get there fast. My Gruncle (yes, that's what I've called my grandfather's brother since I was a tike), was fading fast; major heart attack at eighty seven, and I was his emergency contact. The truth was he was mine, too; even during my short marriage. He was also my last of kin. I was too late. His lawyer informed me that Gruncle's burial was taken care of, taxes were paid and up to date on the land, and that he had made a large donation to the local library. Other than that, he had put together a substantial trust for me and given me his land, small home and large barn (which was a mechanics dream). He wrote me some brief words of wisdom "follow your passions, go with it" and underneath it was a doodle of a 40's flatfender Jeep. The consulting firm didn't want me to leave; I was their core piece of business development but I didn't need the money and efficiency solutions were no longer challenging. I gave them eight weeks notice, took he last quarterly commission and wrote to my contacts that I'd be leaving the industry and that I'd be training my replacement before I left. There were a few surprise return emails, some job offers, lots of "good luck in your future endeavors" but one stood out to me. One from Kelsey Davis, Ms. Davis, as she always corrected me during my consultations with her superiors. She had asked me where I was going, where I was off to, and if it meant her company could stop their annual fee. Our firm typically offered a flat fee for each consultation but Ms. Davis had rejected it and I had countered with a two percent charge from the net profits based on my suggestions for them to run smoother operationally. She convinced her superiors that they wouldn't see the gains I outlined; they were wrong. I saved them bundles and our firm loved the idea. I told Kelsey I was off to a small town outside Utica to follow a passion my Gruncle and I shared since I was a young boy: rebuilding Jeeps. She reminded me that if I got bored that maybe she would throw me some consulting work. She even signed it with a winky face. It was a head scratcher. Here this woman and I had done battle, she was cold and calculated and choosey about her words. Very short, succinct and to the point where as I was filled with superfluous verbiage and jargon and reassuring smiles. Night and day we were and, truly, I thought she would have had a vendetta against me because of that deal. But here she was, nice, warm and sympathetic and encouraging. She even signed the email "Kelsey" and not Ms. Davis. The weeks went by and my time drew to a close in Seaport; I tried dating but I may have told the women the truth too soon about my inability to produce offspring and leaving my high-end gig in the city for Utica and I didn't get many return dates. There was nothing holding me back from the little rural town outside of Utica. I kept a few suits, just in case I was bored, and packed up my remaining belonging and shipped them up. They house wasn't quite what I had remembered. Gruncle wasn't a carpenter and the house needed lots of work. I spent about a week gutting it, a week on the porch, two weeks on the roof and then the next week resting and planning the interior. In that time I had dropped about 25 pounds naturally, amazing what getting out from a desk and an ultra-rich diet from entertaining clients will do. I had noticed a change in my body, especially my arms, my old college body was coming back to me. It was time to explore the barn. The interior was dark until I flipped the switch and then it was as bright as a laboratory. Several rebuilt military Jeeps, spanning from WWII to Korea. In another section, completely parted out vehicles, several frames, bodies, engines, axels and all split into two piles: good and scrap. In the big bay, I found a surprise. It must have been Gruncles last project. Recently stripped and ready to build sat a M-715; a big, meaty truck: one and one quarter tons. You could hit a tree with it and the tree would be uprooted and the truck would keep going. The frame was sanded down, the welder in position, and it was just calling my name, it beckoned to me to finish it. I took my time researching what I was going to do... Trundle hadn't picked an engine and that was my first decision. I wanted it to be a modern diesel in the old rig. Something with far more torque; the issue for me was a) I didn't have that around the barn and b) modern engines were out of my scope. And so I found myself at the Utica GM dealership trying to talk with the parts manager about a Duramax, when in pulled Kelsey in her Cadillac. It was summer, Friday afternoon, and she was wearing a tight light skirt just about the knee. Not high enough to say 'slutty' but enough to say 'yes, these are exquisite' and they were. Muscular but not in a heavy athletic way, just toned and they accentuated her apple bottom oh-so-well. She must not have noticed me. She threw her keys to the autoparts manager and said: "Frank, it sounds like I've got a crumpled backing plate at the rear left brake, can one of your boys check it out?" It was all in one fluid motion, the entrance, the smile, taking her seat, crossing her legs and opening a magazine. "Hey, Buddy, are we talking Duramax or not because you should have us do a transmission, too." 'follow your passion' entered my mind. Coming out of my daze: " ah, yes, Frank, sorry, yes put me down for that combo and then let's talk about the transfer case coming in for free. Do you need a deposit?" "With this type of order we do mister...?" Perhaps louder than I needed, "Jake, Jake Prescott's the name." And as I had hoped, "Jake? Name is that you? It's Kelsey, I was hoping I'd run into you now that you're Upstate." Ugh. That fucking smile. The flash of those green eyes. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and to my... Fuck, it had been awhile, but I couldn't keep a hard-on down in public anymore? What was I, 17? I ushered her over to a seat and I shuffled after trying to hide my member with my hands. She didn't mention it. I was unsure if she had seen it or not. But we spoke about my transposition to Upstate, the work on the house I was doing, the forthcoming project on the M-715. She said she wanted to see it sometime. We talked about her work how she had been promoted and before we knew it, her car was done. I scrambled to write my address down and told her to come visit whenever she pleased. I made it home, showered and furiously jerking off thinking about her body, smile, what I would do to her and her musk, flowery but it was like one could smell her horniness, too. Two weeks later I was getting ready to email her to see if she needed any consulting work done; before I had the chance , though, she showed up with two iced coffees, casually stopping in as I had hoped. I was shirtless in the late August heat painting the house in flip flops and shorts. "Shit, Jake, who knew you were so buff?" "Well hello to you, too, Kelsey." We smiled and she handed me a coffee. I showed he around the property and we made casual chitchat. Every once in a while I'd catch just a hint of her heat, of her arm would graze mine as we walked side by side. Her left hand was still devoid of a big shiny rock. "So why did you divorce, again?" "Oh, um..." "I didn't mean anything by it, Jake, and I apologize for being so blunt but a guy with your background, skills, and other gifts would drive any woman crazy." "Kelsey, um, look, this isn't something I usually tell girls on until the third date-" "is this a date, Jakey?" "Er, ah... What I'm trying to say is that I don't really brag about this, and don't want it floating around our industry, but... But I have a low sperm count." "she left you for that? Bitch! You can't help that." We sat in silence for a bit. Then she kissed me on my scruffy cheek. I turned my head and tried to move my lips towards hers but she kissed down my chin and up to my other cheek and then she bit my lip before kissing me, hard and she lanced her tongue on mine. Our tongues wrestled and she pinned mine, something I wasn't accustomed to, and explored my mouth. Our bodies grew close and my hardness dug into her thigh, her tits pressed up into my bare chest and I could feel something poking my thigh. I am sure I had a quizzical look on my face. But the kiss was so good I forgot about it, closing my eyes again and going with it. But it grew more forceful and I could feel its heat through my own shorts as it snaked it's way up my thigh. Her eyes were on mine, forceful, lusty but a trace of worry, of fear. Her green eyes said "go with it, ask questions later" and who was I to dispute those green eyes. My body wasn't backing off either, I had felt her throbbing member but curiously mine hadn't abated its hardness, either. In fact, my sweaty dick felt like it was straining, it felt like hot, rigid iron. She had me. I had always had an attraction to her; carnal and intellectually but now her personality, too. I was going for it but one thing did concern me, as we made our way into my house and into the bedroom, would it hurt? We kissed more, she harder than I, and pushing me back she then kissed down my throat, my chest, and simultaneously she was removing my belt, pulling down my zipper and letting my hard prick out. He looked up at me, those big green eyes and then down at my dick, and then back up to me. She mouthed, "I am bigger." And she said it with a big grin. Then she took me balls deep. One quick and fluid motion. She didn't gag once, no teeth, she knew what she was doing. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I was enjoying the pleasure. She pulled off and I was the one out of breath. She smiled and grasped my dick with her right hand and slowly stroked me up and down. "Don't make me cum, Kels. I want to last." "You will, I'll make sure." she said with a devilish smile. She teased me mercilessly for the next twenty minutes. Her tongue would dart over my balls and flirt with my grundle, she would lick the underside of my shaft, suck on the head but she wouldn't take me in her throat again. My balls were enflammed, I wanted to cum. "Do you want to cum, Jakey?" "Ugh." "Shall I take that as a yes?" She jerked my cock faster and faster, now, spitting on it for more lube. "Do. You. Want. To. Cum?" Go With It Pt. 02 There I was, some yoga move. My arms outstretched, grasping the sheets. My face planted in the bed, tilted to the side and my derriere high in the air. My throbbing member tight against my stomach and my balls slowly being slapped... by another pair of balls. Bigger balls. Balls like goose eggs. I was being fucked in the ass by Kelsey. ***** She had asked me if I wanted to cum. I said yes. I might have said it panting, I might have been begging. She stopped stroking me fast. It was like my balls were seeing a stale green light turn yellow and they were still a tenth of a mile away. "Well, you're going to have to earn it, Jakey. I need you horny and motivated this first time before you become an addict." A bit whiny, "But... I thought you said I could cum?" "You can, and you will, later and if you're a good boy for Ms. Davis." She suddenly deep-throated me again. Did a yellow light just turn green? She went balls deep quick and then she pulled down on my balls and took my cock out of her mouth. Close but no cigar. She got up off her knees, crawling up my chest and kissed me deep and hard. Forcing her tongue into my mouth once again and quickly pinning my tongue. With her, kissing was different, it was like my tongue didn't fight as hard. My own body wanted her to win. This kiss was different, too. I could taste my pungent, sweaty meat, in her mouth. It was erotic, it made my nipples hard and for some unknown reason my butthole clench. She backed off, I was leaning back on my elbows, naked, with my legs off the bed. She took off her top, her breasts were bigger than I thought, and she removed her top, revealing her lush nipples. My eyes tracked down to her belly-button. Her hips jutted out wide and she removed her pants, bending at the waist to remove the legs, as she came up, she turned and wiggled her butt at me. Nothing ever said 'home' like her panty covered ass. I had the urge to grab her by the hips and shove my face in-between those butt-cheeks. Her panties were purple, boycut, and looked like a lycra, semi-sheen and semi-transparent. She stood. Her back still to me, she was peering over her shoulder and her hair partially covering her face. Those eyes looked eager again, but also a bit worried. I wanted to alleviate that. I wanted her to feel safe. I knew what I had to do. I got up and got on my knees in front of her. "Close your eyes and open your mouth." I thought I knew what was coming. Suddenly, there were panties in my mouth. I didn't open my eyes. "Explore them with your tongue. Suck on them. Taste the traces of my sweat, taste the traces of my pre-cum, Jakey." She pulled them out after a moment. "Look up, look at my eyes." I did and I was transfixed. She was so beautiful, so feminine. "I'm not afraid, Kelsey. I'm okay with this." "Jakey, that's good to hear, go to know..." She slapped me in the face with her cock. I was astonished. "... but I told you it is Ms. Davis right now." I smiled and looked at the thick weapon that has struck my face. Her pubes were shaved, except for a thumb-wide strip of hair. Basically an exclamation mark. Her cock was bigger than mine, maybe by an inch long, and a bit thicker. It felt so big when prodding my leg earlier when we were making out. I was glad it wasn't some egregious porn-cock. She was uncircumcised. I looked back up at her, she was smiling. "Kiss her. She's worked hard all day, she needs a kiss." I kissed her velvety head while looking at her. There was pre-cum at the tip and I could taste it on my lips, I licked them, looked up at her and opened my mouth. "Curl the upper lip, Jakey, stick that tongue out over your teeth. Ms. Davis doesn't need to get hurt, here." She glowed. She knew she had me. That moment of fear in her eyes, gone, chased away the more I lowered my head onto her prick. I tried doing what she had done to me, tried doing what I knew I liked. But I quickly learned that I was an uncoordinated cock-sucker. "Sloppy, but good effort. Eager boy." I tried harder. I bobbed up and down but I couldn't get more than half of her in me without gagging. I tried to stroke the other part I couldn't reach with my mouth. With my other hand I tried to tickle her balls. They were big, large and I wondered if that meant she was more backed up than me. I had an urge to see if I could deflate them. I eased my mouth down slowly, I started gagging, let it stay there for a moment and tried to relax. "Good boy, you want Ms. Davis' prize, don't you?" She taunted me a bit, her hand stroking my hair. I was gagging, but moving down on her more. I think there were tears in my eyes, but I just couldn't relax enough. She pulled out of my mouth. Slapped me in the face with her dick again. It was sticky with saliva. "We'll try again, later, Jakey. I like the effort. Let's see what else you'll do." She winked at me. She got on the bed on all fours, her ass high in the air. Now this I knew what to do with. "Not your dick, Jakey, your tongue." She had a beautiful ass and her dick was dangling down below. I used to lick my wife from her slit to her her asshole. I tried that but with my tongue on her balls, licking up her sweaty grundle, licking up and circling around the edges of her anus. I stopped to smell the rosebud. My dick swelled. I was unsure if it could get any harder, but the blood was rushing in. Her scent was so primal, so carnal, I just had to eat it. I had her moaning, I was always skilled pussy and ass eater, took great pride in that to make up for my average size. I was working my tongue in her. Wiggling it in her hole, I started to stroke her off. I wanted to get her close, too. I spit in my hand, and milked her slowly from the back side, while eating her backside. She was panting and playing with her nipples. "Oh, fuck, I have to have you, Jakey." I didn't stop her. I didn't stop her from getting up, pushing me onto the bed and instructing me into position. My ass high up in the air. I had no real lube in the house. She went into the bathroom to look around. She came back with a tub of Vaseline. She liberally applied it to my anus and her cock. She rubbed it up and down my crack, like I had done so many times to so many pussies, up and down, circling their clits. Here she was doing almost the same thing, now she was easing her head into my butthole. "Relax, it'll only hurt a brief moment." She eased the head in. Then pushed in an inch. Then rocked out a bit, then back in. She had a rhythm going. "Am I taking your cherry?" She was. I had had one finger thing during a blowjob about ten years ago in undergrad. I just moaned my response. I was sweating, my face buried into the bed and my hole on fire. But I wanted her to continue. I wanted to see if her big balls would deflate a bit. I wanted to please her, so I took it. She pushed it in about half-way, pulled all but the head out and continued that pace for a bit.My hole wasn't hurting as much. "Open up for Ms. Davis, Jakey, this hole is mine, now. Open up." She growled. I could feel her balls touch against mine, like they were cuddling, Her drooped lower than mine. They were hot, but still loose. I knew that meant she wasn't close to coming. I could feel her lean down and over my back. Her tits touching my shoulder blades. "Get used to it in there. This is my parking garage for 'her' now. I'll bring her in and out as I see fit." My hole, instinctively went from relaxed to clench. She groaned. "Only real sluts try to milk cocks with their ass, Jakey. Are you a real slut?" She got back into position and pulled out to the tip. I was feeling empty and tried to back into her. "Are you a real slut, Jakey? Answer me or you won't get this again and you won't cum." "Your slut, Ms. Davis, only your slut." She drove her dick deep into me. I could feel it hit some magic button. I moaned like a little sorority girl. "I like to hear that. Now I'm going to make you loose." She fucked my ass hard and deep. Pulling in and out, a hard, vigorous pace. On occasion my button would be touched, I could feel my balls ache. "Do. You. Want. To. Cum?" She said. She didn't wait for me to answer. She fucked me deep and my cock started cumming, she started flooding my bowels with her hot cum. She collapsed on-top of me, her cock still in me. My hole was numb but I didn't want it to be empty. "Mine." She kissed my face, sucked my ear. We were both panting, sweating. She pulled out and we lay together, kissing like teenagers. We explored our bodies, much more sensually than the animalistic event we just went through. "So you have a cock?" I asked. She smiled. "I don't think it'll be a problem." She retorted and made a cute little face, sticking out her tongue. "Let's shower. I don't think I'm done with you." Go with Me to Prom? The first time I ever asked a guy anywhere was when I asked Joey to prom. God was that hard for someone who's as shy as I am! Io, I would drive people home from play practice (we were doing Bye Bye Birdie) and Chris, Joey and Joanne all lived on the same long stretch of road, just in different courts. The problem was that Joey's house was between Joanne and Chris' and so I couldn't get him ALONE to talk to! This one day driving home, I decided to drop off Chris first (I usually did Joanne first cuz it was easier) and I pretended that I didn't recognize Joey's court coming from this other direction. We drove past and Joey's all like, "You passed my court." I faked surprise: "oh... do you want me to turn around now.. or I could drop Joanne off and then turn around... I mean..." And he was all like, "it doesn't matter." So I put my plan into action and said, "well, we're closer to Joanne's now so I'll just drop her off first." (smooth right??? just wait, it gets better!). Well ALL day I'd been going "This is the day, I'm going to do it I'm going to do it" and at first I was going to do it during lunch... but then I didn't and then during play practice... but I didn't. While I'm driving I'm thinking: "as soon as I park the car I'm just gonna go ahead and ask him. I'm going to, as soon as we get there, I'm just gonna DO it!" As we're turning into his court he asks, "So uh... who are you going to prom with." And me - being the smooth operator that I am - went, "Um..oh, I don't know... do you wanna go with me?" Oh man, my stomach DROPPED. I was like, "fuck, I am just the biggest freaking loser in the ENTIRE world." (That was obviously in my head.) and he was all like, "I don't have any money..." I just blurted out, "OH I"LL PAY!.... I mean, I asked you so I should pay anyway." (Can we say desperate loser?) and he said he had to ask his parents and everything. So a week and a half later (and still no answer) we skipped class together and then came back because of play practice and were sitting in my car waiting for school to let out, and our friend Doug came out and got in with us - just to keep us company and we were talking and he asked me who I was going to prom with. and I'm thinking, 'god could this be any more awkward' I was like, "no, I don't know yet." he asks, "well have you asked anyone yet?" awkward awkward awkward! Blushing I say, "Well yeah... but I don't have an answer yet." And so right then Joey leans forward (he was in the backseat) and goes "Yes." I grabbed his hand and was like, "Yes???!" and he says, "Yes." So I turned to Doug and said, "Yeah I have a date." and Doug's sitting there trying to figure out what the hell just happened, and then he got it! It was so funny. After that EVERYONE in the theater department was trying to hook us up. It was SO annoying!!!!! Some people were SO obvious about it too. This guy Scott would run back and forth between us on stage. He'd come to me and go "Do you like Joey?" I was like, "yeah" and then he'd run over to Joey!!!!!!!!! and then he'd come back to me and be like, "Well, he likes you too, why don't you ask him out?" i was like WHAT THE FUCK??!! And so I was told him, "well, I don't ask guys out. I asked him to prom, it's his turn." and then Scott ran back over to Joey!!!!!!!! It was soooooooooo embarrassing. Whenever Joey and I would be talking to each other, we'd suddenly have like... a 20 foot space around us of NO ONE... and everyone trying to listen without acting like they're listening. The worst part was the day he finally asked me out, because EVERYONE knew before me!!!!!!!! He'd had a conversation with my friend Maureen the night before, and she'd asked, "well, is Jen Joe-worthy?" and he was like, "Jen is SO Joe-worthy. I just don't know if Joe is Jen-worthy!" She reassured him that Joe was definitely Jen-worthy. I also found out later that my friend Kendra had been asking him EVERY day in class "So when are you gonna ask Jenni out? So when are you gonna ask Jenni out?" and finally he was like "TODAY!!!!!!" so she told EVERYONE - EXCEPT me. and I'm glad I didn't know... but still!!! That entire play practice EVERYONE was trying to give us alone time. So finally we went to the green room and Joey sat down on the couch and I had my head on his lap and Chris and Steve were sitting down and we were all talking... and then Scott comes in. And he sits in the chair RIGHT across from me and starts gesturing and mouthing to Joey "Do it now... ask her out! ask her out now!" and above my head Joey's going "NO, not right now... NO" Chris and steve are trying desperately not to laugh because they can see my face and KNOW that I know what's going on and that I'm trying to ignore it cuz I don't want to embarrass Joey!!!!!!!! Finally I just get up and leave because I can't hold a straight face anymore either, and when I leave I can hear Steve and Chris cracking up and Joey going "SCOTT!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO FREAKING KILL YOU!!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL????????" Scott's rejoinder was, "what? What'd I do?????" At the end of practice, Joey comes over to me while I'm sitting on the stage, and for once nobody notices and there's all this bustle going on around us cuz Fleming's giving out notes and directions, and no one was listening (FINALLY) and he's all nervous and trying to act like he's not and he was SO cute! "Can I ask you a ten dollar question?" "yyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh" "will you go out with me?" "Yeeeesss...!" and it was SO funny cuz no one knew that he'd asked me cuz they were all busy!!!!!! Even though everyone knew it was supposed to happen that day, they all missed it. so when Rebecca drove us home that day (I didn't have my car that day) and she dropped me off, and I got out and I kissed my hand and then pressed it to his cheek. and then I went inside and called everyone and they're all like, "Yeah, I know" I was like WHAT THE HELL! So I got the full story from everyone on how they'd been talking to him and so knew which way the wind was blowing! And then Joey and I talked all night on the phone. It was a good day.