Evan J Xavier Long Wood Fever Straight But Curious

Long Wood Fever

Evan J. Xavier

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Cole and Red have been buddies since childhood. They both married their high school

sweethearts and still live in the same town where they grew up.

Cole has always felt an odd attraction to Red, but has never thought about acting on it. That

is, until one winter day on a deer hunting trip, when Cole finally catches the long wood fever.

Long Wood Fever

"God damn bro, what the hell was that?"
Red was pissed. I was too. I can't believe I missed a clean shot of the buck. We were out for

four hours and I had a clean shot.

"Shit man, I don't know what happened. My bad bud," I said, trying to get him off my back.
It could have been the four beers I drank before we left the cabin.
"Well just know that I'm not going to let your ass forget you missed a wide open shot," Red

said, throwing a punch at my shoulder.

It was late so we headed back to the cabin. Our buddy Hank had given us full run of the cabin.

He wasn't able to make it so Red and I decided to come anyway to get away from the same-o-
same-o. We both worked over at the plant farm. I was Red's helper and he drove the plant truck.
Our truck route was a funky one. All the way up to North Carolina, then down to Nashville, and
back down to Birmingham with a few stops here and there in small towns.

We were away from home quite a bit. Red's wife Ann wasn't adjusting to his schedule. She

didn't like for him to be away so much, but that was the life of a plant farm trucker.

Red, Hank and I grew up together and were attached like glue all the way through high

school. Red barely made it out, but the son-of-a-bitch grazed through by the skin of his teeth.

He was what you called a late bloomer. He mostly got by on his rugged good looks. Rumor

was he actually banged one of the teachers and she in turn gave him the 'A' to get his walking
papers. I'm sure it was an oral test that got him that passing grade.

The walk back to the cabin was a long and cold one. We left a big back stick to keep the fire

going while we were out so at least we could walk back into a somewhat warm environment.
This winter was pretty harsh compared to last year's. The temp had dropped to ball freezing
lows.

Red chucked his gear down and found a nearby tree. "Hold up, I gotta piss."
"That's the second time in the past twenty minutes we've had to stop. What are you, ten?"
"Can't help that the lizard needs draining, horse."
"Shit man it's freezing. Hurry up! If you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it."
"That's not what your wife said," Red shouted as he zipped up. We sprinted the rest of the

way back to the cabin.

* * * * *

I busted a few logs while Red jumped in the shower. The fire was nearly out and we needed

smaller pieces so it'd catch up. I could hear Red singing his heart out upstairs as I stoked the fire.

So far it had been a relaxing weekend. Neither of us had killed anything. Thankfully, the

freezer was stocked with food or else we would have been up shit creek.

The fire had finally caught up. It crackled and popped when I threw a larger log on to keep it

going while I microwaved some dinner.

"I don't smell food," Red said as he made his way down the stairs. He'd just stepped out of the

shower and had a towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist. I tried my best to avert my eyes.
Red's body was nothing short of amazing. It wasn't big like a bodybuilder; he was just well
proportioned. His towel hung low and showed off his sexy pelvic bone. You could literally wash

your clothes on his abs. And it was all natural. He didn't go to the gym and he didn't lift weights;
he'd done manual labor since high school working at the plant farm.

"What's cooking?" Red asked.
"Ah, found some pork chops and peas in the freezer. Gonna pop'em in the microwave."
"Sounds good, horse." Red rummaged through the fridge and pulled out two beers and tossed

me one as he pulled up a chair.

Red picked at his chest, smoothing out the patch of hair between his well-developed pecs.

"You think I should shave this? Ann said I should, but I don’t know."

"Why not?" I said, setting the pork chops in the microwave.
"Well she wants me to shave, you know… everywhere."
"Balls too?"
Red nodded.
"I'd looked like I was twelve," he said. "Sorry. Can't do it."
I willed myself to contain my laughter. "They say it makes you look… bigger."
"Well I don't have any problems in that department," Red said, grabbing his crotch over his

towel.

Legend had it; Red was packing a monster cock. All through high school girls and even a few

teachers would talk about his epic penis. I even tried to score a look in the showers after gym
class once or twice to no avail.

There was no doubt in my mind that Red was straight. But who is a hundred percent anything.

All through high school I had these feelings. They scared the shit out of me. I didn't feel
comfortable talking to anyone, not even Red. I still like girls; even had my share of a few of the
stuck up chicks in school. Though the feelings I couldn't escape. Whenever I thought about Red
or was in his presence my wires would get all fucked up. No other guy had that effect on me.
There was something about Red that made me want him. Not in a romantic way; well sort of. I
lusted after him.

My eyes drifted over towards Red. He was rubbing his beard while reading the label on the

beer bottle. My eyes lingered on his hard chest until the microwave beep stirred me from my
mini trance.

"What's happening down there, boy?" Red pointed at my junk. I looked down and saw that I'd

tented my sweatpants.

"Thinking about that fine ass wife of yours?" Red asked, lifting his beer bottle.
"Yeah, can't go too long without her," I lied.
After dinner we sat on the couch and finished off another six pack of beer. The table was

cluttered with empty beer bottles. Red let out a loud burp that shook the walls of the cabin.

"Damn, son," I said, wobbling over to add another log to the fire.
"That felt damn good, too," said Red. He sat on the couch, still wearing just the towel around

his waist. His legs were parted and as I stooped at the fire I caught a glimpse between his lightly
haired legs. His legs parted further and my eyes moved up to see him staring at me.

"Get a good look?" he asked, closing his legs.
"I wasn't looking. I was thinking." I stumbled from the fireplace and plopped down on the

Lazy boy, throwing my leg over the arm.

"Liar. You were looking at my junk," Red said, slurring his words. A smiled appeared on his

face as he walked up behind me. His strong hands rested on my shoulders as he worked the
tension away. "Ann usually does this for me when she wants to… you know, have some fun,"
Red said as he applied more pressure.

My neck nodded back as I relented. Red pulled me to him and grabbed a hold of my ass,

squeezing it with both hands. He tore through my shirt, ripping the top half and slipping it over
my head. The second it was off, he lapped his tongue over my nips and sucked hard, almost
caving my chest in.

He dragged his lips down to my playground, pulling down the waistband of my sweatpants.

He reached in and grabbed a hold of my cock and stroked it quickly as he cupped my low-
hangers.

I fisted his shaggy brown hair as he took me into his mouth. My hips slammed against his

mouth as he bobbed up and down on my rock hard shaft.

"Oh God," I cried out as he moved his tongue over the tip of my cockhead.
I was overcome with pleasure. For fear of falling over, I grabbed hold of a chair near the table

as Red moved down to my balls, taking each one into his mouth sucking like a powerful vacuum.

"You like that, huh?" he asked as he tongued the sides of my cock.
Red traced my dick over his lips as pre-cum oozed from the slit. I started to sway my body

back and forth, throwing my head back as his powerful suction pulled me into his warm mouth.
Red had skills.

After what seemed like an hour of Red servicing my dick and multiple close calls of me

almost blasting in his mouth, he let my shaft slip from his lips, teasing my thick cockhead with
his talented tongue.

He moved behind me, biting into neck flesh. Red's hands reached around, stroking my cock.

Red led me to the end of the table and placed my hands flat against the cool surface. He
whispered in my ear, "Don't move," and disappeared upstairs.

I remained bent over as I waited for him to return. My ass clenched in anticipation.. My cock

was at attention as it leaked pre-cum onto the floor. Red returned carrying a bottle of lotion. He
pumped a generous amount into his hand and lubed my ass with his finger. It was the only thing
we had available

The cool sensation made my ass tense, but the stroking of his finger in and out of my ass

readied me for his thickness. Red pulled me down to the floor. My ass was high in the air as he
held my shoulders down to the cold floor. His hand pressed down on my head as he slid his cock
up and down the crack of my ass, making sure I was lubed up nice and proper before sliding into
me.

I could feel the tip of his cock break through. My back arched as a shooting pain traveled up

my spine. His hands pressed me back down. He forced the rest of his cock inside. I felt the
pressure build as he furiously pumped me from behind.

"Where you going boy?" he asked as I tried to retreat from his cock. He slammed my ass back

onto his cock as the sounds of flesh filled the room.

Red's hand moved up and down my back as his hips moved in a rhythmic motion. His hands

made their way around my neck, squeezing tightly as he continued to plow me. I pushed back as
he pushed forward to a chorus of moans and hard grunts.

Red's cock slipped from my ass, and I turned and greedily stretched out my tongue and

slurped at his thick shaft and plunged down to the base. Red sat back on his legs as my hands
rubbed along his stomach, just above his crotch. His muscles tensed as I tightened my mouth
around his cock. Red grabbed my head and held it still while he fucked my mouth with a
quickened pace.

Red's cock fell from my lips as he pushed me from his stiff cock that dripped with my saliva.

His hands guided me down to his nuts while I pumped my cock.

Red's grunts grew louder as I licked his balls. With each roll of my tongue he flinched in

pleasure. I cast my eyes up to see him looking down at me as he pulled his bottom lip into his
mouth.

"You want my load deep in your ass, huh? Tell me you want it," Red said as he slapped my

ass with his right palm. I turned and arched back, spreading my cheeks. Red stood over me and
lowered down, straddling my ass; sliding his man meat deep into my ass.

"Fuck yeah," I said, throwing my ass back onto his dick. I reached between my legs and

massaged his balls, tugging them gently as he stabbed me with his dick.

"Oh shit, boy!" Red grunted. He shifted his full bodyweight onto me, sending me falling to

the floor as he thrust quickly into my ass. He let out loud, short grunts as his hips flung into me,
sending his warm creamy load into my ass. We lay there, catching our breaths.

"Damn!" Red said as he slowly eased out of me. I could feel his warm jizz ooze from my ass

as I sat back. I reached back and tugged on his cock, milking the last drops of his load from his
shaft. I turned around and lapped my tongue over his cockhead, tasting his sweet and salty
cream.

I continued to stroke my cock as I suckled on Red's still hard dick. He reached down and

cupped my balls, pulling gently as my hand became a blur on my dick.

"Shoot that load," he said, taking his finger and pushing it into my ass. He smirked as he

finger fucked me on the floor. I was close and could feel the sensation build within me. My eyes
closed and Red's finger inched deeper inside me. I felt my warm load splatter across my chest,
leaving multiple streams on my heaving torso. I panted in sexual exhaustion, not able to move...
not wanting to. Red moved down wiping my chest with his towel. He left and headed up the
stairs. I watched as his naked body swayed. I could go again if he was willing.

* * * * *

After that night, I hadn't seen Red for months. Things changed for the both of us and not in a

good way. I found myself thinking back to that night, hoping to experience something that hot
again. My wife even noticed a change. She suspected I was cheating on her with the next door
neighbor. I had my suspicions about her. I felt for a while that she was fucking her boss, but I
didn't care. Our marriage was more of a convenience then love. We both knew it.

Spring had arrived early. That meant Red and I would be hitting the road soon with the plant

farm. I can't deny that I wanted to feel Red inside me once again.

"Early start this year?" Julie asked, topping off my coffee.
"Yep," I replied, reading over the morning newspaper.
"I haven't seen Red over here in a while. You two get into a fight or something?"
My eyes widened. "Fight? No, he's just been busy in the shop I guess. Why are you so dressed

up today?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Don't you remember? I told you weeks ago I was heading to a three day workshop in

Pensacola."

I didn't remember. "Ah, that's right."
"Y'all have a safe trip and stay away from too many beers," she said, patting my stomach.
"You too, hun," I said, tapping my pencil on the table.
I was anxious and excited all at the same time to see Red. Just the mention of his name sent

my dick jumping, aching to be unleashed.

* * * * *

The plant truck pulled up in the driveway. It was hard not to hear it. I could hear Red's heavy

boots approach. Just as he was about to knock on the door, I swung it open to see him standing in
my doorway; his jeans tight enough to see everything. My eyes moved up and lingered at the
bulge that rested just below his over-sized belt buckle. His black tank top clung to his chest as
the sun beat down on his tanned flesh.

"You gonna let me in?" asked Red with a deep southern drawl.
I stepped aside. His arm grazed my chest as he made his way in. "Beer?" I asked, opening the

fridge.

Red took a seat and I tossed him a cold one. It was the first time we'd seen each other in

months. The silence was awkward. Neither one of us wanted to bring up what happened in the
country. We'd promised to keep it between us, but it seemed as if we were keeping it secret from
ourselves as well.

"All gassed up?"
"Yep. Got her ready. Air is fucking up though," Red said, propping his foot on the leg of the

chair. "Where's the missus?" asked Red, turning his head towards the living room.

"You should have passed her. She just left for some conference in Florida."
"That right?" asked Red, pushing up from the chair. He hadn't touched his beer.
He padded over and peered out the window. Red's head fell to his chest as he pressed down

on the counter with his toned arms. Every muscle in his body contracted. I could feel my cock
lengthen by the second.

"Cole."
I took a gulp of my beer. "Yeah?" I said nervously.
"What we did. What I did at the cabin. I'd never done that before, with a guy." Red paused

and exhaled loudly. He wiped his brow with his cap and turned to face me. His cheeks were
flushed and his gaze fell to the floor.

"Me too, Red, but I--"
"Let me finish," Red said walking over towards me. "I'd never done that with a guy before,

but I'm glad I did it with you," he said just before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

My beer fell to the floor as I felt Red pull me from the counter where I was leaning. His

strong hands cupped my ass, squeezing my cheeks as if he was trying to release the last drop of
juice from a lemon.

He mouth moved down to my neck, kissing along each side. His hands moved from my ass,

ripping my shirt from my body. I felt his teeth drag against my skin as our body heat rose,
melting into each other onto the kitchen floor.

Red's full bodyweight pressed against me as I lay on the floor. Grabbing a fistful of my hair,

he pulled my head back and bit roughly into my neck, careful not to break the skin, but enough
to let me know who was in charge.

Red's hands moved down my shoulders then down the middle of my back. He reached around

and unfastened my jeans, tugging them down around my ankles. He fell back to my body. I could
feel his hard dick slap hard against my ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Red drip saliva onto
his dick. His eyes meet mine and for a second he smiled.

He pushed his cock against my ass and I arched my back just as his dick pushed through,

causing me to moan loudly. Red pressed my back down to the floor and stroked slowly, allowing
me to get used to his thickness and then he pushed in further; still he was just halfway in. I

reached my hand back, grabbing onto his thigh just as he withdrew. I looked back and watched
him lower his jeans further down to his knees. I'd moved to all fours readying my ass to receive
him once more.

"I want you to stay down," he commanded. "Don't move." He then pushed in once again. This

time he didn't stop halfway. His hips slammed into me, sending me retreating from his cock. My
body moved forward as he quickly thrust behind me. I looked back over my shoulder as he
continued to fuck me. Sweat from his face dripped down onto my back. Red palmed my face,
pushing it to the floor as he slammed my tight pucker with his dick. Matching his rhythm, I
pushed back, concentrating on tightening and squeezing my ass muscles around his cock.

Red was aggressive, which I liked. He fucked me with such force my thighs were on fire from

the friction of the tile. Red grabbed hold of my waist and flipped me onto my back. His hands
gripped my thighs and pushed them to my chest. His cock teased my wet ass, plunging in and out
as I pulled my legs in closer to my chest.

Red licked his bottom lip and grunted as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his

waist with his cock firmly planted inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he bent
over, driving his thickness deep inside me. Our drenched bodies slammed together as the sound
of pounding flesh echoed throughout the kitchen.

It turned me on seeing Red manhandle my ass. He was in total control. I leaned back slightly,

twisting his nipples, and pulling them then leaning in to bite down hard, causing him to flinch in
pleasure.

Red's cock slipped from my ass and an audible pop could be heard. My body tingled as he

held me tightly in his arms. I slid down, taking his wet cock and lapped my tongue over his
mushroom head. My hand wrapped around his thickness acting like a warm glove as my mouth
moved up and down on his shaft. Red's hips flexed as I sucked and slurped on his dick, gripping
his ass cheeks, forcing him deeper into my warm oral hole.

His body started to shake and I knew it was time. I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue

readying myself for his load. My hands became a blur as I stroked his dick. Seconds later, Red
let out a roar, spewing his man juices over my face and coating my tongue with his cream. His
body slumped over just as he reached for the countertop to keep from falling. I steadily licked his
cockhead, making sure I'd drained him fully of his sweet, sticky juice.

Red pulled up his pants from around his ankles and wobbled over to the chair. He wiped the

sweat from his brow and finally popped open his beer. "That… was fucking amazing," he said
taking a gulp. I pulled myself up and gathered my clothes.

"Wait," his deep voice boomed.
He motioned with his finger for me to come closer. I walked over and he pulled my head

down, licking his tongue across my lips, tasting himself.

"We got some time. How about we leave tomorrow and have some fun while we got the place

to ourselves?"

Before I could answer, his tongue filled my mouth. He already knew the answer.

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Lucky 9 Fever

I don't know how I could have missed him. I came to the Quickie Mart at least twice a week.

My eyes cut over as I pretended to look at the variety of lip balms available on the tiny aisle. For
a second he looked directly at me. He may have even cracked a smile. All I know is he was Latin
with green eyes and had an impressive build. My lust for Latin men had become sort of an
addiction. White guys bored me. Black guys bored me. Latin guys thrilled me. Maybe it was the
accent. It had to be. Yes, the accent was an instant underwear dropper, if I wore them.

It all started about a week ago. I'd noticed him while me and my friend girl Addy gassed up

for our road trip to New York. The heat in Atlanta cracked the 100 degree mark. I went inside to
pick up a few bottles of water for our trip and that's when Roman caught my eye. The name
made me weak in the knees.

Roman busied himself stocking the potato chips on the end cap of the aisle. I passed by and

got a whiff of his intoxicating scent. His black boxers revealed themselves as he performed his
clerk duties. I willed myself not to attack him in the middle of the aisle. If it weren't for the four
other people in the store, I would have found a reason to trip and fall onto his dick, not thinking
twice about it.

"Can I help you with something?" Roman asked. His accent was thick and oozed pure sex.

With the blink of his eyes and his courteous smile; it was as if he were moving in slow fucking
motion. His thick eye lashes were long and dark. For a second I thought he was wearing mascara.

I stumbled over my words. "Thank you," I blurted. The words passed over my lips before I

could form a half-decent response. Without thinking, I padded to the double door, walking
quickly to the car.

"Andrew, what's wrong?" Addy asked. "They didn't have any water?"
"Just get in," I said, slamming the door and peeling out of the lot.
My hands gripped the steering wheel as I merged into traffic. I don't know what came over

me. Just the sight of Roman sent me into a mind fuck. I couldn't think.

Since then my visits to Quickie Mart became a regular thing. Addy said I'd become a stalker.

Stalker was a little harsh. I preferred the term enthusiast. I knew Roman worked the first shift
and took his break just before noon. He didn't work Sundays and left early on Thursdays.

"Hi, Andrew. Back again? That's twice today," Roman said as he approached me.
"You know me, I always forget something, that one little thing," I said.
"What is it you're looking for?"
"Ahh--" I said, looking around trying to think. "Lottery tickets!" I said, throwing my hands in

the air.

"Cool, we keep them behind the counter. You want to play the numbers or get the scratch

offs?"

I'd never played the lotto. It really didn't matter what I got. "Um, your choice. I trust you."
"Really now. Hmm. Let's see. I think scratch offs," he said, walking over to the massive

plastic casing of tickets. "These seem to be pretty popular. We had a guy win five hundred bucks
a few days ago."

"Sounds prefect!"
"How many?" Roman asked, pulling his bottom lip in and biting it gently. Maybe it was the

heat coming in as the doors opened, but I felt my body temp rise as his eyes scanned my body.

"Five please," I said, reaching for my credit card.
"Sorry man, it's only cash for this stuff," Roman said.
"Wow, okay." I reached in my jean pockets and pulled out the only cash I had. "Give me three

dollars worth then." I smiled and ran my fingers through my brown hair, pulling the curls from
my forehead.

"Good luck," Roman said, giving me a slight wink. Before walking out the sliding doors, I

glanced over to see Roman watching me walk away. He nodded and smiled seductively, leaving
me with the impression that there was an opening.

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