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This story is half true. I leave it here for your enjoyment.

This story takes place about 7 years ago. I was in graduate school, about 23 years old. My brother is five years older than me, so he was about 28. My brother brought his new girlfriend, one of her friends (who was a girl), and that girl’s boyfriend out to our ranch for the weekend. I was there deer hunting (this was mid-November). My brother’s girlfriend was named Emily. Her friend was named Sara, and her boyfriend was named Matt.

My brother and Emily had been dating about 6 months and I had never met her, or any of the others, before. I had been up there since Thursday afternoon (I had no classes Friday) and had been deer hunting pretty much since I got there until my brother and his friends arrived Friday night. When I deer hunt, I pretty much don’t shower or do anything besides brush my teeth, so I’m usually a muddy mess after a few days. But it was dry this time and I wasn’t too dirty when the crew arrived Friday night.

We BBQ’d that night and stayed up real late drinking beer and whiskey. The next morning I was slow getting up so I ended up just hunting around the ranch house and walking through fields. By the time I got back to the house around 10 AM, everyone was up except Matt and they were cooking breakfast (good timing on my part). After some breakfast, Sara went and woke Matt up and he came down in jeans and no shirt or socks and poured some coffee and ate a little bacon. He looked hungover as shit.

Let me describe these people for you. Emily and Sara were pretty average white girls with blond hair. If you can imagine your typical southern sorority girl, that was them. They were nice, if a bit bland.

Matt, on the other hand, was super cute. Hot even. He was shorter than me, about 5’10”, with curly brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know I’m a sucker for brown eyes. And, as I realized that Saturday morning, Matt also had a smoking hot body. He was, I’d guess, 160 pounds with a six pack and well defined pecs, but an overall slender appearance. He looked kind of like Shawn Mendes, but with a less sharp jawline.

Anyway, watching Matt eat bacon in jeans that were a size to big for him so they sagged a little down his hips and exposed the top of his grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs, while his curly brown hair was a mess and he sipped cheap coffee just drove me wild. I literally got hard watching him in the kitchen eating bacon. Of course, I was a little hungover too and I’m always horney when I’m hungover. I also hadn’t had a chance to rub one out in the deer blind like I normally do. I should have left the room, but I just kept checking him out and talking to him.

He was a nice guy, from Knoxville, who ended up in Texas for school and stuck around for work. He was closer to my age than my brother’s age (the girls were younger and he knew them from college). I’m staring at him, trying to act like I’m not checking him out, while I chat him up like a damn goober. I asked him every question I could think of so I had an excuse to keep talking and looking at him. After about 15 minutes, he said he needed to go pee. He left the kitchen and I went outside to find a good place to jerk off in peace.

I didn’t find one because all the other people were outside shooting skeet. So I grabbed my over-under 20 gauge and shot some with the girls and my brother. Matt joined us in a bit, this time wearing a shirt unfortunately. I noticed he avoided me a bit but kept glancing at me when no one was looking.

At 23 my gay-dar was crap. I was more bi at this point in my life and I had sex with both guys and girls, but girls were easier to come by than hot gay guys, so it was mostly girls. I couldn’t tell what Matt’s deal was, but he was there with a girl so it was safe to assume he was straight.

We shot guns for a while and then my brother got out two of our 4-wheelers and the four of them went off to explore the ranch. I went inside a jerked off and took a nap.

They came back an hour or so later, but Matt stayed out and rode the 4-wheeler for serveral hours by himself. He had a blast and apparently found some mud because he came back covered from head to toe. Which turned out to be a good thing for me.

The other people were inside when Matt came back. I was outside tending to the smoker and our brisket. He was a sight, all covered in mud, but he was smiling from ear to ear. He even looked hot while dirty. FML.

I asked him how it was and he said, “I was great! I found this mud hole over by the creek!”

“I can see that,” I said, not really looking up from the grill.

Matt walked over to the porch and sat down to take his boots off, which were caked in mud. We chatted for a bit as he started to strip down to his boxer briefs. First the boots and socks came off, then the pants, lastly his t-shirt. He was smiling, happy as a pig in mud, so to speak, in his grey boxer briefs looking fine as hell. Damn it, I was getting a boner again.

He said, “I’m going up stairs to shower.” I said OK and he went inside and left his clothes on the ground outside. I went in a minute or so after to get some beer from the kitchen and as I walked in Matt was walking down the stairs in nothing but a white towel. And the towels we had out there at the time were not big bath towels, they are more like gym towels–someone’s hand-me-down that ended up at the ranch house.

I shit you not, I just stopped dead when I saw him and smiled real big, unable to move or form words. He was so gorgeous in that towel I almost jumped him in the hallway.

Matt said, “Hey, there’s no hot water upstairs, do you know what’s going on?”

Like I said, I hadn’t showered in 2-3 days so I had no idea if there was hot water or not. And I guess the girls didn’t shower that morning, or bring it up if they did shower with cold water.

After I closed my mouth, I said, “Let me check the hot water heater.” So I walked to the closet where the hot water heater was and he followed me. It looked like it was working, so I went to the kitchen and ran the hot water and it was on. Then I remembered that we turn the water off upstairs when we leave in the winter in case it freezes. So I walked around outside and found the valve and turned it back on. The whole time Matt is following me, in just a small white towel, chatting me up. He had never ridden a 4-wheeler before, I found out, and was so fucking excited. It was adorable.

We walked back into the house, went to the bathroom upstairs, and sure enough the hot water was working. I turned it on in the shower and said, “There you go, dude.”

Matt said, “Thanks bro, that’s awesome.”

I said, “No problem, anything I can do to help.”

As I’m saying this, he’s hanging the towel up on a hook and standing there buck ass naked. And let me tell you my friends, the dude was packing.

My dick ain’t small, but he was almost as big soft and I am hard. His dick looked like this guy:

Actually, when I saw this picture a few weeks ago it reminded me of Matt (except Matt was hotter) and it inspired me to tell you this story. I don’t know how big Matt’s dick was, but I’d guess 5-6 inches soft. And it was fucking beautiful.

Of course I was speechless and just blatantly staring at his dick for several seconds. I looked up at him and our eyes met. He smiled a cocky smile at me.

“Yeah, I figured you’d like the view, dude. I couldn’t help but think you were checking me out earlier.”

He took a step towards me, in what was a pretty small bathroom.

“What do you think?” he asked me.

I had no idea what to say. I stammered something like, “Uhhhhhmmmm…”

I’m not going to lie. My dick was hard as a rock and tenting in my faded blue Wranglers. He grabbed his cock by the base and twirled it once and kept looking at me.

So I did what you would do in the same situation–I got down on my knees in the bathroom and grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me. I rubbed his stomach and thighs and then bent down so I could take his soft, hanging dick in my mouth. I started slow and took my time taking the whole length of his giant cock up to the base. Even soft it hit my throat.

Then I started sucking it like it was my job. Because it was. I wanted to worship Matt’s dick. I sucked him like a vacuum, then worked it in and out of my mouth until he was fully hard, never letting it leave my mouth completely. When he was hard I took it all the way out and looked at it in my hand. He didn’t grow that much, but he was still 7 inches and fairly thick. To be honest, since then I’ve sucked bigger dicks, but none on a guy as hot at Matt. And never a dick as good looking as his. It was perfectly straight, cut, nicely thick but not too thick. It was just a good looking cock.

I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me, still mud on his face. I realized how dirty he was and that he had mud all over his arms. He smelled like mud, but also kind of clean. It may have been the steam from the shower that was filling the room, but he was dirty and smelled great. Clean and earthy at the same time.

Then I went to town and started sucking his dick and using my hands to jerk him off at the same time. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me. I let him do it as much as I could take without gagging, but I didn’t really care. While he face fucked me I furiously undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my thighs. I was hard as shit and started jerking myself off while Matt fucked me face. He was actually pretty gentle about it and went slow. He didn’t slam his dick in and out like a porn star. He just pumped his hips at a nice slow pace like he was fucking his girlfriend.

He must have been horny as well because he didn’t last long. Maybe two minutes in, he said he was getting close. I took that as my cue and went back to sucking him and using one hand to jerk him off and the other to play with his balls and taint. He loved that and let out a low, deep moan.

Then he grabbed me by the back of the head and whispered, “I’m cuming, dude.” He started face fucking me again and I went back to my own cock and jerked like mad.

As he came he slammed his cock down my throat and let out a suppressed moan. I felt his cum fly into my mouth and down my throat. He shot load after load and I didn’t even need to swallow because his dick was already halfway down my throat. He came for what seemed like 20 seconds, shooting a load and pulling me tighter, shooting a load and pulling me tighter. He was almost doubled over from the orgasm, holding onto my head to support himself.

While he was cumming, I was jerking and came on the floor underneath him. He finally stopped shooting and let go of my head. I kept his dick in my mouth and kept sucking it until I was done with my orgasm. The feeling of his cum running down my throat was amazing and I had one of the strongest orgams of my life. I came a fucking puddle and shot it at least 4 feet along the floor. For 15 seconds my body rippled with wave after wave of ecstasy. I kept sucking his dick, trying to get all the cum out. To be honest, his cock felt great in my mouth and I wanted to keep sucking it out of sheer pleasure for myself.

When I pulled off his cock I finally got a taste of his salty nut and it was fantastic. I usually don’t care for the taste or smell of cum, but Matt’s nut was amazing. Like I said before, clean and dirty at the same time.

Finally, I let his dick slip out of my mouth the same way I put it in, and bent down to slowly let it hang as his head left my lips. He was getting soft and was almost back to his normal size.

I stood up and he was all smiles.

“Thanks buddy, I really needed that,” he said.

“Me too,” I said.

He slapped me on the ass and I pulled up my jeans. He got in the shower and I left and closed the door. I went into a bedroom and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. In total, it was maybe 5 minutes from him dropping the towel to me leaving the bathroom. But it was a 5 minutes I’ll never forget. Matt was one of my favorite blowjobs, and even 7 years later I still jerk off thinking about it.