The Third Option

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Artwork (c) 2003 by Rebel Rotica

THIS STORY IS A SAMPLE FROM MY BOOK "THE THIRD OPTION" AND IS THE LEAD STORY. FOR MORE STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, CLICK THE LINK TO BUY THE BOOK WITH 20 NEVER-BEFORE-PUBLISHED SHORT STORIES BELOW.

Corey Withers was a large man in every sense of the word, six foot three inches tall, with shoulders like boulders, biceps like cantaloupes, a chest like a bulldozer and a slim taut waist that seemed inadequate to carry around all that beefcake. His legs were powerful, his grip would crush a lime into lime-ade and pulp without cutting (I'd watched him do that when he was drinking once), his face was jovial and broad-featured, his hair a mussed-looking mop of brown waves that gave him a "little kid" appearance, and he strode rather than walked everywhere he went. He walked around our apartment more often than not clad in only a pair of briefs that were a little too small for his body because they were stretched tight and showed that even in his package of manhood, he had more than the average stud. I tell you, Mother Nature just isn't fair!

He lounged about looking good enough to eat and I had drooled more often than I like to think about watching him as he slept in front of the TV set like that. I could have taken that to bed and never come out again and believe I'd gone to Heaven.

There were two big problems with Corey and me doing it, though. First, he wasn't gay, he was straight. Second, he'd been married to my sister for four years and come to live with me in a roommate situation after they'd broken up and my sister was filing for divorce now.

I should explain I have five categories of men I refuse to have sex with no matter how cute and willing they are. The five are:

(1) I don't sleep with a straight man, I don't care how curious he is.

(2) I don't sleep with a married man, I don't care what his wife knows and doesn't know.

(3) I don't sleep with a bisexual man, because he's thinking about women all the time he's with you. I know, I had a date with one, and he spent 45 minutes telling me how much he loved women and I was wondering what the hell I was doing there wearing the wrong plumbing for this guy's needs.

(4) I don't sleep with a gay man in a relationship, I don't care how open that relationship may be.

(5) I don't sleep with an unemployed man, because you'll end up supporting them while they sit on the couch, watch TV, drink beer and belch. Temporarily out of work is okay if I can verify his work history is okay otherwise.

Five simple rules I'd come up with, because when it came to my family and sex, we didn't have enough common sense to hold our ears apart. I was determined to avoid the drama and divorces and such and made these rules of behavior, sensible ones, yes? So Corey was out of bounds in both categories (1) and (2), but having rules is one thing, holding to them while a combined Adonis/Hercules is sitting nearby nearly naked on your couch five feet away is another!

Corey managed to dump category number (2), the divorce went through by the time his construction work picked up in springtime and he had begun to date once or twice a week.

But a heat wave struck at the same time as Corey began a new job and he was baking in the extreme heat. I helped him pack plenty of ice water to drink on the site and gave him sunscreen to slather on, but none of that helps with the raw fact of heat itself and doing hard labor in it amounts to one powerful side-effect.

Sweat. Lots of sweat. Corey came home after one day literally dripping sweat from every pore and he was soaked to the skin with it. I could smell him from fifteen feet away.

"Whew!" I declared. "You should have hosed yourself down before you came inside."

"I wanted the air conditioning more." Corey said. "Besides, the water in that pipe is hot, too, it's not buried deep enough."

"Yeah, well...." I'd been working on what I said next. "You have three options then."

"Three options?"

"Yeah. First option is to come in and sit down all sweaty and stink like hell."

"Okay."

"Second option is to get in the shower now and wash all that stink off and change your clothes."

"Good idea." He agreed. "But what's the third choice?"

"Go into my bedroom, strip out of your clothes and lie down and I come in and lick you clean from head to toe." I concluded triumphantly.

He looked at me and a boom of laughter burst from his lips, he really is a good-natured guy, easy to get along with. "I'll keep that in mind. But for me, I'll take the second option today."

"Fine." I said. "Dinner will be in thirty minutes." I cooked for both of us, my work load these days was light and I had time and he didn't. "Hamsteak and green peas."

"Great." he agreed. "I should have married you instead of Marlena." My sister.

"You can fix that now." I said. "California has legalized gay marriage."

He laughed again, not as hard (well, I hadn't had a chance to work that one up right), and went to go take a shower. I fantasized about installing a hidden camera in his shower and as usual, talked myself out of it.

He came in to dinner, wearing only a pair of clean underwear and ate while I tried not to stare at those remarkably delicious looking tits that winked at me as he lifted his fork to his mouth. Damn, I was going to have to get out and date more!

I'd made an impression on Corey, though. The next day he said, "Hi, Mark. Second option today again."

"Good thing, you stink worse than yesterday." I agreed.

Third day, it was "I'm tired, might take the first option today."

"If you do, put down a towel before you sit down."

"Yeah." He went on in and did shower after all.

The fourth day was Friday and I knew he had the day off (his contractor's client was an observant Jew and working on the Sabbath was not to be allowed. He had to be off the job before sundown. So he beat me home that day.

I came in with a bag of groceries and was putting them away when I heard him call out.

"Mark! Mark!"

"Yeah?" I yelled back.

"Come in here."

"One moment." I said. "Putting away the groceries."

"Okay, but hurry."

I was mystified in that gentle way when a housemate asks you to come upstairs or such and doesn't tell you why.

I went to the living room and he wasn't there. Went to his bedroom, the door was open, he wasn't there. "Corey?"

"In here."

My bedroom. I walked in and stopped dead in my tracks.

Corey was lying on my bed, stark naked, and a hardon that stretched upwards for about ten inches! "Corey?" I said.

"I'm choosing the third option today." he explained succinctly.

Now, I had my rules about who I don't sleep with. I have my standards. I have my sense of pride. I have....

Okay, okay! I have no shame! You walk into your bedroom and see a handsome hunk sprawled out naked there and he says "Come and get it!" and tell me you wouldn't do what I did which was to wrap my five rules of conduct up in a small ball and flush it down the toilet.

I drooled and began tearing my own clothes off quick as I could. Corey snickered as I crawled onto the bed with him and he said, "Where do you want to start?"

I had my tongue on that perky right nipple that had been flirting with me at the table and I said, "Ahah, dahdahuh, duhduh!"

"Huh?"

I lifted my mouth up from his right nipple. "I'll decide that later."

"Okay, man, get to licking."

I teased that right nipple into a hard nub and tongued it and then licked around the broad round breast muscle, then rode it down to the right armpit and Corey lifted his arm up and I dug into the lush rich brush of hair and sucked the massive damp hairs dry and vacuumed clean. The biceps were a tasty morsel of pulsing power and the elbow inside turned out to have a nice flavor to it unique to the rest of the body, I worked all the way down to the fingers which each got sucked into my mouth and he wriggled them as I lapped them with my tongue in the damp warmth of my mouth.

Done, I moved back up to his shoulder and licked around the neck's right side, and then up to the jowl and the ear which I twiddled my tongue inside, which made the man squirm. The outer edge of the ear was just as tasty as the elbow had been, it seemed to be a virtue of these inwardly flexing skins to retain a virginal moisture the outer tougher skin lacked.

His hair was a bit of a trial as the sideburns weren't bad but the top was pretty much unworkable, I gave them a brief excursion then moved down to his forehead. He closed his eyes and I licked over them and sucked on the small projection of the nose, then caressed his lips and down to his chin. He grinned as I ventured on past to give the left-hand side the same treatment I had the right but in reverse order.

I ended the upper part of the left body where I'd started on the right, atop the perky left nipple and Corey was squirming a bit now. "Come on, man, lower, get lower."

"Easy, man, easy." I soothed him. "You're a big man, it takes time to get to the entire part."

"My junk is soaking wet." He said to me and I almost creamed when he mentioned it.

"I'd better save it to the last then, hadn't I?" I said instead.

"Awwww, ohhhh, fuck it, okay but hurry." He moaned. "Hurry."

I trod over the lower rib cage and as I worked my way to the navel, I saw his dong waiting, a long slimy trail of precome reaching down like the tresses of Rapunzel's hair, ready for me, its Prince, to come climb it to get into the tower of his manhood.

I forced myself to take it all one bit at a time, I licked down tot he pubic thatch and then skirted the sides to avoid giving his basket any attention at all, and he moaned, "Oh, man, my cock, you got to get to my cock."

"I'll get there." I admonished him. "I only suck the cocks of a nice, clean man, and we have a third of your body left to go."

"Oh, man, oh, man, ohhhh!" he groaned. I think he'd expected me to just dive onto his pud when I walked in, and I'd considered it. But he'd taken the third option, and I felt I deserved to mine his sweaty gold while I could.

I slid my tongue down the left powerful leg, again avoiding the inner thigh area near the groin but there was enough musk in the area I did reach to make me question my attitudes here. I forced myself to stick to the plan, this is the third option, I had to lick him dry and clean.

I worked the kneecaps and again found the inner knee to be tastier and more delicate than the outer flesh. The calves were like longer, larger biceps and the toes were tasty morsels to suckle on while my tongue delved between them. I moved from there to the right toes and washed them and down the foot and over and worked my way up to the body again.

Corey moaned as I approached his Golden Rod of Manhood, and it beckoned to me on the horizon of his thigh muscle, but I kept mining the warm salty sweat from him. I could have eaten this all day.

I approached the tower's two bulbous guardians, his hairy testicles. I was licking already the savory musky swamp of his inner nuts and when I shifted back to the left just as I had reached the right nut, he groaned, "Ah, God damn it, Mark, do I have to beg you? Please, man, suck my cock!"

"I'm almost there." I teased him. "Can't miss this swamp of sweat down here beside the nuts. The balls, too, need a good washing."

"Oh, God, hurry, hurry, I'm about to bust a nut!"

"I'll be there soon."

I licked up to the left testicle and all around it, then I raised up,opened my mouth and took both his balls into my mouth at the same time.

"Ooooh, fuuuuuuuck, that feels so goooooooood!" He moaned. "Wash my balls, wash ‘em good."

I did, I swished them about like a championship golf game ball-washer would, and Corey was babbling, "Oh, oh, my cock, my poor cock, it's bursting, it's bursting."

I sucked his balls dry and said, "Okay, Corey, here I go!"

He watched me with his eyes wide and they got wider as I opened wide and sank over his majestically proud nine-inch pud. I got most of it into my mouth before I closed my lips on it, and he groaned, and I pulled up and he groaned.

"Oh, God, I'm going to come, going to come!"

"Mmmh, mmph!" I lifted off. "Hold back, man, think about baseball scores or your naked grandmother or whatever. Make this last a little."

I sank back down and he mumbled like a man driven insane, but he did last about two minutes, minutes of which I was in deep bliss at watching him writhe while I sucked him, the mountain of muscle all rippling in an earthquake of glory.

"Oh, oh, coming now, coming, uh, uh, uh!"

I sank down far as I could and held on tight.

"AHH-AHHH-AHHH, HAH, HOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGHHH!" He blasted a huge load, and I gobbled as much as I could, choked and sputttered, had to pull back up and as I rose, he shot more into my craw, on my tongue and as I lifted off, the last three blobs splattered my face. I groaned and when he was done, I reached down with my lips and sucked the prick dry of his spooge and then I, groaning, crawled up to lie beside him and my hand was busily whacking my own meat.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I gasped.

"Come on, dude, squirt it, squirt it all out!" Corey urged me. "Show me that come-blaster blow!"

"Ah, ahh-AHHH-AHHH-HUHHH!" I jerked my dong frantically as he watched it all in rapt attention.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit!" I lay back on the bed.

"You shot a lot out." Corey observed.

"I was horny. Licking that luscious body of yours was so fucking incredible."

"Your licking it was what was incredible. I was hovering on the edge for so fucking long, I thought my nuts would explode."

"You did." I grinned at him.

"You're a fucking mess, you know that."

"Yeah." I said. "I missed some of it."

"Let me help." Corey said and his finger ran along my left cheek and he stuck it into my mouth, the finger loaded with his come. I sucked it off and he went back for more and more until he had cleaned me off.

"Man, that was intense." I said.

"You're not done, yet." Corey said and his hand now went down to my belly and I realized he was after the load I'd shot. He brought it up, the entire hand loaded with my spooge and he said, "Open wide."

I did and he crammed the entire hand into my mouth. It barely fit, but I licked at the palm which was downwards with my tongue and I lapped my come from it and he worked his sides on my lips and withdrew it. "Now you're clean." he told me.

"You're cleaner." I grinned back. "Just my regular service, no need to tip, I've been paid in full."

"Yeah." Corey yawned. "Let's call in a pizza, I'm worn out."

"Me, too."

"My treat." I lay back and luxuriated in the sense of a man who has accomplished one of his life's raving desires.

He had left the room and when he came back, he was fully dressed again and I was disappointed. "Come on, man, we can watch the game while we eat the pizza. It's about to start."

I arose and dressed and watched TV and ate pizza with him and it was as if we hadn't done a damned thing ten minutes ago. His manner toward me was the same as ever. I watched as he went in to his bedroom and closed the door. I thought about trying to go inside, and backed out. You won the prize, don't try to double down and lose everything. I dug my five rules out of the toilet and ironed them with my mind and put them back into position. I'd broken them and now I had to pay the price of unrequited love all over again.

The next day was Saturday morning and I was surprised when my alarm went off as usual. I slapped it shut and yawned, thought about going to sleep again.

Corey walked into the room. "Hey, Mark."

"Hey." I said to him. He was wearing his briefs as usual.

"Got a problem."

"What's that?" Was he going to move out now, embarrassed at how he had fallen to my wheedles?

He reached for his waistband and shucked the briefs down off of his body. "I woke up with my crotch all sweaty." he explained. "I need a bit of that third option to clean it up."

I shucked my covers back and shed my own briefs. "I'm ready and waiting." I agreed.

He paused, looked at my pud. "Your crotch is all sweaty, too."

"Yeah, I guess so." I said.

"You need the third option yourself."

He got into bed and to my glory, he lay with his own head downwards. "Okay, ready for the third option when you are."

"I'm ready right now." I agreed. And as I sank onto his dong, he swallowed mine the same way.

I love the third option!