Talk Dirty
















Illustration by Michael Kirwan Story by William Cozad    


originally published in Inches Magazine - October, 1996 issue


I was home alone.  After my folks separated, I lived with my dad in a small, rented house.  He worked nights as a security guard.

As a high school senior, I was kind of a loner.  At night, I did my homework, watched TV, took a bath and went to bed.  I didn't usually see my dad except on weekends.  He was still asleep when I left for school.

Being eighteen, I was pretty horny.  Sometimes I played with my prick while I watched TV.  By the time I was ready to take a bath my balls were in an uproar.  Usually, I soaped up my cock and balls and whipped off a load before I hit the sack.

One night when I was stripping off my clothes before hopping in the tub, the phone rang.  With a half hard-on, I was about to ignore the phone but thought it might be Dad and he'd be pissed if I didn't answer.

Naked, I grabbed the phone in the hallway.

"Hello?" I said.

"What are you wearing?"

"Huh? Who's this?"

"That's not important."

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm naked.  I was about to jump in the tub."

"Oh, yeah, you got a big dick.  I've seen it in the locker room."

"What do you want?"

"Just to talk to you for a minute."

"Well, I don't have time for this. Gotta go."

"Wait.  Please don't hang up."

"Why not?"

"Cause I'm jacking off."

I heard his heavy breathing and something slapped against the phone at the other end.  I was sure it was his hard dick.  Just imagining another young guy playing with himself made my cock start to stiffen.

"Are you hard?" he asked.

"What's it to you?"

"Yeah, I bet it is."

I'd been curious about other guys' bodies and equipment, thinking a lot about it, lately.  Now here I was standing in the hallway with a boner and listening to another guy talk dirty and masturbate.  I knew I should hang up but I couldn't.

"Who's this?"

"Never mind.  Tell me what your dick looks like hard."

"Uh, it's red as a beet."

"So is mine.  Wanna feel it?"

"How can I?"

"Just squeeze your dick and pretend it's mine."

I choked my pecker.

"What I really wanna do is suck your dick."

"You're a queer."

"Actually, I'm a virgin.  Queer remains to be seen.  Want me to lick your weenie?"

I let out a gasp and my dick slapped up against my belly, "Yeah, it you want to."

I was starting to get into the scene with the caller.  I'd give my left nut for a blowjob.  I was horny and obsessed with the idea of another guy taking my dick in his mouth.

"Feel my tongue.  It's licking your cockhead.  Now your shaft.  I'm licking your nuts, too."

Just the idea of another guy's tongue on my privates made me almost blow.  I took a deep breath.

"Wait for me. Don't cum yet."

"You're weird," I whispered.

"Don't hang up.  I'll get us both off.  Listen, spit in your hand.  Wet your dick with it.  Imagine it's my hot mouth on your cock.  Jack it.  Yeah, that's it.  I'm taking your big, fat prick all the way down my throat."

"Oh, yeah, I can feel it, cocksucker."

"Do it.  Give it up.  Shoot that load!  Cum in my mouth!"

I stroked my prick until it spurted cum drops on the rug.

"Got off, didn't you?  Oh shit yeah, I'm cumming!  Getting my nut while I drink your hot load."

"Now are you gonna tell me who you are?"

"Later.  Call you back.  Sweet dreams."

The phone went dead.  I couldn't imagine who the caller was.  He was sure horny.  He made me shoot my wad.

I got some paper towels from the kitchen, wet them and sopped up any tell-tale cum drops.

In the bathroom, I stepped into the tub.  I luxuriated in the warm water.

Later in bed, I dozed off with my hand holding my dick.  I dreamed of some guy sucking my dick.  But I didn't recognize him.  Waking up suddenly, I felt my cum spurt into my shorts.

At school the next days, I eyeballed several guys but didn't have a clue as to who the caller was.

That night, I was sure he'd phone again like he promised.  I even waited until later to take my bath.  This was one call I didn't want to miss.  But the phone didn't ring.

I took a quick bath, leaving the door ajar just in case the phone rang.

Disappointed, I crawled in bed.  I was going to jack-off but I was so tired I fell sound asleep.  Not even a wet dream.

I guessed it must have been a fluke, the phone call. A one-time deal, a guy who got his jollies getting other guys horny with a fantasy blowjob.

A couple nights later the phone rang. "It's me," the deep voice said. "Did you miss me?"

"I don't even know who you are."

"Listen to my dick. It's real hard tonight."

He slapped his cock against the receiver.

"Wanna jack-off?" I asked.

I whipped out my dick. It was hard as a rock and oozing.

"I promised Mr. Willie a good time."

"Who's that?"

"My dick, that's what I call him. Wanna know what it looks like?"

"Okay, tell me."

I fondled my cock while listening.

"It's eight inches. Measured it. Got a big mushroom head. Oozes a lot when I get horny. The shaft is veiny and real fat. Got big balls, too."

He was silent for a minute. "Bet yours is bigger. Never seen it hard. Go get a ruler and measure. I dare you."

I did like he said. Went in the kitchen and got the yardstick that hangs on the broom-closet door and took it back to the phone. It was weird putting my dick on it and measuring it. Weird but sexy. When I pulled my dick off, I could see how far it had reached by the big drop of goo from my piss-slit.

"Ten and a half inches," I told him, talking into the phone. I began sliding the foreskin back and forth over the head. It was getting real wet. My balls were swinging up and down in their big sac. I'd never felt so turned on.

"Man, I'd like to see that dick," he groaned.

"Sounds like you're real horny," I told him.

"Yeah, I am. So take down your britches."

I was sitting on the rug in the hallway but I did what he said. I pulled down my pants.

"You got a hot bod. Not beefy, but tight. Lay on your belly."


"Just do as I say. You wanna get off, don't you?"


"Okay. I'm gonna ball you."

"Say what? I ain't got no pussy."

"Ah, but you wanna feel my big dick up your butt, I know you do. So reach back and rub your crack. Oh, Jesus, that makes me hot. Finger your butthole. That's it. Doing it, aren't you?"

He was right. I was doing it and I couldn't say how good it felt. "Uh-huh," I whispered into my mouthpiece.

"Imagine that's my big dick sliding in and out of your hole. Whoa! I don't wanna pop my wad yet. Now I'm reaching underneath and pinching your tit. Go ahead, pinch your tit with your other hand."

I put the receiver on the rug and rested my head on it. Now I could still hear and talk but both hands were free.

"That's me doing it. Pinch it hard. Okay, now I'm humping your butthole. Keep fingering it. Like it, don't you?"

I shoved a finger inside me. "It's okay."

I'd never put my finger in my shithole before. Now I was imagining it was the guy on the phone who was diddling me. I shoved another finger up my can. I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted the real thing, a big dick up my ass.

"Aw fuck, I can't wait any longer. Here it fucking cums! Cumming in your asshole!"

When I heard him groan I knew he was getting his rocks off.

"Reach down and pound your pud. Put the phone next to it. I wanna hear you beat it."

I fisted my dick into the phone. I felt my asshole grab hold of my fingers when my dick shot off all over the receiver. I didn't intend that to happen.

"I'm eating your cum. It tastes sweet and creamy."

"I came all over the phone."

"Lick it off. Do it. Clean that scum off the phone."

I did it. I licked my jism off the phone.

"It's clean as a whistle," I told him.

"Call you later."

Just for good measure I wiped off the phone with a damp paper towel.

I went to the bathroom and sat on the throne. My butthole was a little sore from fingering it kind of rough.

Touching my sensitive pucker, I felt my cock stiffen.

I didn't intend to do it but the urge was overwhelming. I took the hairbrush with the long handle. I kept thinking about the cock of the guy on the phone.

I slathered my crack and cock with soap slime. I inserted the brush handle up my pucker and poked it around while I fisted my dick with a blurry hand. My cock went off like a sprinkler, splattering cum drops all over my body. I wiped the brush handle off with toilet paper. Now my asshole was really sore.

At school the next day, I loitered around the boys' toilets but no one seemed to notice me. I wanted to flush out the caller. I wanted to see his big dick in the flesh. I wanted to suck on it. Nothing happened.

That night I waited for the phone to ring. He called earlier than usual.

"How's my phone sex pal?"

"I'm okay," I said.

"How about jacking off my stiff prick? Feel it. Hard, huh?"

"Why don't you come over to my house? I'm all alone.We can do it for real. You wanna, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure. But I can't leave the house until after my folks go to bed. At least another hour."

"Know where I live?" I asked.

"Yeah, the address was in the phone book."

"Okay, see you in an hour or so."

"Wait. Let's make this fun. Got a back door, right?"


"Leave it unlocked. Keep the house dark. Where's your bedroom?"

"Just at the end of the hall off the kitchen."

"Be on your bed. Be naked. Oops, I hear someone coming up the stairs. I'm in my folks' bedroom. Gotta run."

I took a bath so I'd be fresh and clean. Tempting as it was, I didn't jack-off. I wanted to save my load. I wondered if the caller would really show. He was probably some dorky guy but I didn't care. He was young like me and had a big, hard dick. That's what really mattered.

I lay naked on my bed.  I waited and waited. Way over an hour. He wasn't coming. I knew it was too good to be true.

I was about to get up and raid the fridge. I'd forgotten to eat. The back door creaked open. What if it was a prowler? I lay naked on my bed. I heard footsteps.

A figure appeared in my doorway. I didn't recognize him. He was a big guy, kind of stocky. I squinted in the shadowy room.

He sat down on the bed and started feeling my naked body.


"Yeah, that's me."

"Oh, Jesus, I had no idea."

It was fucking Arthur. Eighteen like me, but big a football player, the fullback. Big and blond and hairy. I'd seen him naked after gym class when he was getting ready for football practice.

I dove into his crotch and freed his cock, which was real fat and hard.

"Wanna suck on it, don't you?"

"Oh, shit yeah."

I had a thing about jocks. Arthur was no muscle stud, he was just a big, sexy, macho guy. Never would have expected him to want to fool around with another guy.

Arthur fended me off while he got a condom out of the pocket from his orange and black letter jacket. He suited his dick in rubber.

I was on his meat in a flash, slurping and slobbering all over his crotch. I licked his dense brown bush. I licked his plump, hairy balls. I pushed my long dark hair back behind my ears, out of the way.

Looking up, I stared into his eyes in the dark.

"Eat it. Eat that big dick."

I gobbled up the latexed dick. I tried to deep-throat it but choked.

"Jack it while you suck it. Oh, yeah."

I gripped the shaft and sucked on the crown.

While I honked on the fullback, he reached between my legs and wrapped his fingers around my dick and stroked it.

His cock got steely hard. So did mine. Even with the rubber, I felt his hot cum gush. I shot off all over the bed.

Arthur peeled off the rubber and tied the end in a knot.

He took my cummy hand and rubbed it against my lips. I tasted my own sweet jizz.

The room was bathed in silver moonlight. I could see better now.

Arthur stripped naked. I got a good look at his body, which was like a bear's. I noticed that his big cock stayed hard even after he shot off.

From his jacket pocket he got a fresh condom and suited up.

He positioned me on my belly and straddled my legs.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched him suck on his middle finger and insert it up my hole, stretching it.

"Want me to screw you, don't you?"

"I don't know...."

He slapped his stiff peter against my buns. I hugged the pillow.

He punched his fat prick into my asshole and I let it out a yelp. He pushed me face down in the pillow and waited while my assring stretched to accommodate his invading fuckmeat. He grabbed hold of my long hair and yanked my head up off the bed, "Want it, don't you, slut? Tell me."

"Do it, Arthur. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass."

He probed my hole slowly with his fat eight inches. My ass was on fire. I bucked back. "Tell me what you want," he ordered.

"Ram it up my ass. Make me take it. I wanna feel it, everything you got."

He took up the challenge.

"I knew I was gonna fuck you someday, slut. Could tell by the way you acted on the phone that you wanted it bad."

"Oh, yeah. Keep fucking me."

Arthur threw his weight behind his fuckstrokes. They were like a piledriver up my hole.

I felt his sweaty, furry body against my back as he humped my ass.

"Get ready. It's cumming! Shooting up your hot, cherry butthole!"

I felt his dick explode up my asshole. Then the ape collapsed on top of me and nearly crushed me.

Somehow I managed to wriggle out from underneath him.

He rolled over onto his back, slid off the rubber and tied it off, putting it with the other one on the night-stand. I was all over him, licking his hairy body and sucking on his nipples until they were hard. I rubbed my cock all over his football player body, seeping pre-cum.

"Gimme a condom," I demanded.

"On my jacket on the floor."

I got a rubber and sheathed my cock. I managed to roll Arthur over onto his belly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You're about to find out."

I licked all over his back, surprised by all the hair on it.

His ass was muscular and I loved kneading it.

Straddling his tree-trunk thighs, I spread his hairy butt cheeks. His crack was a forest of dark hair. I spit into his hole.

With my rubbered cock raring to go, I speared it up the football player's hiney and he screamed.

"C'mon, tough guy. You can take it. Dished it out, gonna get it back." I gave him all ten-plus inches.

I was more than equal to Arthur in the dick department, but that was all. He was a real bruiser. But I didn't let that stop me. I wanted to fuck his hot ass, like he'd fucked mine. And I did.

I think he thought it was macho to protest the way he did but once I hit my stride, I tore up his ass. I plowed deep and he moaned and shivered with ecstasy.

"Cumming in your hot ass, Arthur. Take it! Take my fucking load!"

I crammed my cock all the way up the football players abused butthole and gushed my load into the condom.

My cock softened and plopped out. I slid off the condom and tied it off. I gathered up all the condom evidence and flushed it down the toilet. Back in my bedroom, I wrapped my arms around the stocky, hairy football player. Like it or not, I kissed him right on the mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair and hugged and kissed me back.

I felt good and safe in his arms but I could never explain that to my dad who was due home in a matter of minutes. So I had to hustle him out of the house. Then I chowed down and went out like a light.

Arthur became my best friend as well as my fuckbuddy in high school. We kept our affair a secret in our small town. We partied whenever we could. And when we couldn't, we carried on some horny phone conversations.



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