Jacson's Raunchy Parts

This is a true story that took place in my hometown in Upstate NY just a few weeks ago.

There are guys I find cute, guys I find hot, and guys I find meh. And then, there's guys I find myself so attracted to, I struggle to speak coherently when they're around. That guy, is Jackson.

Jackson is a 23 year old, 6' 2" country boy stud. Wavy blonde hair that he's made into a modest mullet, a great personality, killer smile, and a corn fed country boy bubble butt that any pair of jeans he wears can not possibly hide. Oh and he's a lineman, so while being young and hot, he's also very much blue collar. Pretty much, he's a gay country boys dream, and like most dream guys around here, he's "for the ladies only", or so i thought...

I met Jackson last year at the town bar. Naturally, he was trying to flirt with my friend Kelsie and like every well trained guy he had to scope out the males around her to see if they were a threat. He shook my hand and introduced himself. We exchanged names and instantly clicked. Shortly after, we had started a whole conversation separate from the rest of the group.

Half an hour later his buddy (and his ride) was heading out, so he was making his goodbyes to everyone. He comes up to me, stares me dead in the eyes, unflinching and without emotion and says "it was cool meeting you, hope I see you around more".

Without pause I say "Absolutely! You got snap?". It was now or never I figured.

"Hell yea man!" he exclaims and we exchange snaps.

I had no idea whether or not I should text him to say it was cool meeting him, had a good conversation etc without sounding weird, but I didn't have to wait long before I see Jackson typing. He was gonna message me first! Should I open it immediately? Wait 10 minutes? I couldn't wait 10 minutes lol, so I opened it up immediately.

It read "what's Kelsie doing. You guys should come to my house for some drinks".

I showed her the text and asked her if she wanted to go. She said she was too tired and didn't wanna hang with a guy she didn't know. Women, right?

I tell Jackson she's not down, but that I'm leaving the bar shortly and would be down to hang with him. His response was a typical straight male response: "If she's not gonna come whats the point".

I'm the point! I wanted to say. Instead I said "well we can still have a drink and chill for a bit if you want".

A few mins later he gives a similar bs "I'm getting tired, it's getting late" (it's 11:30 on a Saturday) answer as she did. I lose a little patience and just go for broke and say "well ngl, you're attractive af and if you wanted an amazing blowjob before bed, it could 100% be our secret". He almost instantly opens it up and responds "nah man, I aint about that", backs out of the chat, and instantly un-adds me on snap.

I blew it, and not in the way I was trying to, but in the worst kind of way. I felt so stupid for even trying. Did I really think I was gonna hookup with this gorgeous clearly straight guy just because he had great eye contact and gave me his snap??? All I knew in that moment was I still wanted to find a way to weasel my way back into his life. Somehow.

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The next few months I'd see him at the bar but he never said a word to me. It kinda stung but it's no different than being virtually invisible to every straight guy there so I kinda just started to ignore it. Until one day this spring while hanging with a group of my friends, I felt eyes on me. I looked over and about 15 feet away those eyes belonged to none other than... Jackson. I quickly glanced over and then back to my friend group, but that quick acknowledgement is all Jackson needed cause within a few seconds he started making his way over to me.

My friend was deep in a conversation but I tuned out whatever she was saying and started thinking what my first words to him were gonna be. He stood just 2 feet from me, towering over me as I tilt my head up since I was sitting down. He extended out his pointer finger and goes "Liam, right?" with a quizzical and intense look on his face.

In as deep of a voice as I can, I confidently look up to him and say "Yes sir, you're Jackson, right?" (obviously I knew his name but I wanted to appear as nonchalant as possible).

He tilts his head, gives a broad smile, and begins shaking his pointer fingered hand like a gun shooting motion towards me and says "Ayyy you remembered". Like no shit bro, how could I forget???

Not sure what to say, but absolutely wanting to continue this conversation, I simply stated "so, whats up?".

He looks down at his beer, holds it up and states very plainly "drinkin".

Not being able to work much with that, I quipp back "well this is a good place for that" and chuckle a little.

He's does a few quick nods to that but his eyes are already locked in behind us to whatever group just walked in. So I just sit awkwardly for a few seconds until he abruptly states "aight man, catch ya later" and gives my shoulder a tap as he walks away to said group.

My friend stops the conversation she was having with the rest of the group, gives a quizzical look and asks "who was that?"

Once again, trying to be as nonchalant as possible I outwardly state "some guy I met here a few months ago. No idea why he decided to come say hi now", but internally I was gleaning that Jackson randomly initiated conversation with me, even if that conversation was stupid and pointless. I now had an in.

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From there on out, every time I saw Jackson he would either acknowledge my existence with a nod or come up and start a conversation with me. What started out as an infatuation with him started becoming a more "bro"-like relationship, and I figured maybe I could accept it for what it was. That was, until this past June.

I decided to go to the bar on a weeknight. It was a wing Wednesday. It was far less crowded than weekends, but still every seat but one at the bar was taken. I take my seat and there's some larger hillbilly dude next to me on the right, and an empty seat with wallet and keys next to me on the left. I sit down to order a drink and a half dozen wings, and as I'm finishing up placing my order, the owner of said wallet and keys comes back to his seat. That seat belonged to none other than Jackson.

We instantly start with the usual cordial introduction and conversation, but this time since we're both there by ourselves and sitting down at the bar rather than at one of the tables or walking around/on the patio, the conversation becomes much more prolonged and personal. He starts telling me more stuff about his job, how labor intense it can be, about his family, hobbies, his exes, and even politics. Likewise, he takes an interest in knowing all that stuff about me too. And unlike usually when he has 10 friends around and is too stimulated to focus his attention on any one thing, he is currently solely focusing on me. That calculated and intense stare he usually has (which is still hot) is replaced by a warmer interest and innocent smirk (which is even hotter). I can live with this being as intimate as we get if we're bonding like this.

Suddenly, some random guy comes up behind him and starts massaging his shoulders as a joke. Apparently they're friends or whatever and Jackson reaches his arms up to try and pull the guy down for a fake kiss (usual straight boy dumb shit), but in doing so, unwittingly does something else...

You see, Jackson had worked a long day in the hot June sun, and apparently hadn't showered after, so when he lifts his arms up and starts moving his upper torso around, his steamy unwashed pits which are a mere 2 feet from me, release their pungent and masculine odor directly into my nostrils. Jackson stinks. They carry on this dumb tussle for about 30 seconds (fine by me) and I slowly but stealthily inch my nose a few inches closer to the source of the stink without making it too obvious. Even a foot or so away from his pits, I can tell they reek of hard working athletic hot male. I doubt he even applied deodorant before work and I somewhat question if he even showered at all that day.

In that moment I go from bro mode, to primal male instinct mode, and I fully realize, I can not live with this being as intimate as we get, I need to do it all. That evening before I leave, I tell Jackson how great it was to talk with him that evening and ask him for his snap. He easily obliges. He tells me we'll "have to set something up soon".

Yeah we will. He just has no idea what I'm planning to set up.

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Unlike last time he gave me his snap, I decided not to message him anything sexual and simply wait for the opportunity to arise. That opportunity, came in October.

I was with my usual friend group, and he was with his usual mix of moderately cute rednecks and obnoxious sluts that hang around moderately cute rednecks. An average Friday night. Around 11:30 him and his friends are making their next moves and he's saying his goodbyes and what not to random people around the bar, and as he comes up to our table (over the past few months he's made their acquaintance several times) he asks "What are y'all doing after?"

Before anyone gives a solid answer he continues "We're gonna have a small party back at my place if y'all wanna swing by" and finishes his statement by looking directly at me.

I say back " I guess we're not sure what we're doing, but I'll definitely let you know" (I know damn well no one else but me is gonna wanna go). He gives me a thumbs up, and walks away.

I look over at my friend and she says "yeah I'm not leaving the bar at 11:30, that's crazy", shutting down any possible debate about the subject.

I decide to begrudgingly concur and say "yeah, no idea why you'd wanna have an after party when the main party is still going on". While the idea of going to his party stays in my mind, I sorta brush it off and focus on what I'm doing there.

Half an hour goes by and its now just past midnight, and suddenly out of the blue these 2 guys start getting into a fight. More guys join and it becomes a brawl. The brawl gets moved outside, but the police are called and the bar owner decides to call it a night and send everyone home. Instantly I snap message Jackson and tell him "we're actually all heading out now lol, whats the address?".

I suggest to my friends that we all go to Jackson's since the bar closed early and there's nowhere else to go. I look at my phone and open Jackson's message to see his address and pass it along to my friends who all rode separately. Most of them except Allie and Bryan (a couple) decide to just go home. Allie says they're gonna let their dog out quick and then meet me up there afterward. Perfect, I'm gonna finally see Jackson's house!

The address is only a 6 minute drive so it's a quick sprint up to his house. As I arrive Jackson messages me "you still comin?"

I respond "yeah just got here!".

I then message Allie and ask "wya", and turn my car off and head to the front door.

Noticeably, there's like... no one here. Kinda odd. Jackson opens the front door just as I walk and he asks somewhat puzzled "where's the rest of your group?".

I tell him everything that went down and that Allie and Bryan are coming up shortly. He simply nods and says "cool".

I ask "so where is everyone?"

He responds "everyone just left like 5 mins ago, that's why I messaged you asking if you were coming cause if you hadn't left yet I was gonna tell you it probably wasn't worth your time to come".

Little did he know I didn't care in the slightest about the party, I just wanted to spend time with him. Before I can even respond he tells me to make myself comfortable on the couch and asks if I want a drink. How can I say no?! The refrigerator is in direct line sight of the living room so when he opens up the door to search for what he's got and list it off to me, hes bent over giving me full visual access to his American eagle jeans covered ass. It's very ample for a slim white boy, and if it's kept as well cleaned as his pits, I'm sure the seam of those jeans are absolutely ripe.

I'm sitting on his couch getting somewhat hard at this visual and having trouble concentrating on the drinks he's listing off when I hear him mention Angry Orchard cider. "Perfect!" I tell him.

As I say this I open my phone to Allie's message saying "we stopped and got taco bell and just got home lol but I think we're just gonna call it an early night. Sorry :(".

This is now the make or break moment. He's either gonna be cool with chilling one on one, or come up with some "well it's getting late, i have an early day" bs line. As he makes his way to the couch with both our drinks, I break the news to him to gauge his reaction. He plops down 3 feet away from and simply says "fuck em" and opens his beer and leans it in for a cheers. Boys, I'm in!

I'm trying in some way to think of a way to make a pass at him before the end of the night while not making things too uncomfortable for him when he absolutely sideblinds me by what he says next. Staring straight ahead towards the TV in a trance like state he asks very monotone-like "so, remember that first night you met me, and you messaged me and asked to suck my dick?"

I froze. I had to think of my words here very carefully. I respond in a warm and mildly joking way "yea, it's definitely something that's hard to forget".

He continues staring ahead for a few seconds before breaking himself out of his self induced trance, turns towards me, shrugs, and says "hey you had to shoot your shot right?".

Once again, thinking about how to progress this further, I say "well the offer is definitely available anytime" while smirking and taking a sip of the cider he gave me.

His face turns towards me and gives one of his trademark soul piercing stares before confidently stating "Is that so?"

I quickly snip back "yes, that is 100% so. As a matter of fact, I'd be down to give you one right now."

"Fuck!" I think to myself, maybe that was too quick. but before I have time to respond he quips back "Well I should probably shower first cause I've had a long day and it's probably...."

"NO!" I almost exclaim. "You're a guy, the muskiness, the man scent, the naturalness of a guy is sorta the appeal for me if I'm 100% honest" I offer as my explanation for my determination here.

He sorta chuckles with his mouth half open before saying "that's definitely different from what girls want, but alright, less work for me".

Holy fuck, he just agreed!!!!! I go to reach for his heterosexual junk just underneath a layer of denim and underwear and he quickly swats my hand away.

"Not here!" he firmly states. "You can see the living room from the road. Let's go up to my room if we're gonna do this".

He gets up and I obediently follow him. We both go up his stairs with me trailing behind with a perfect view of his dumper. If he knows his junk stinks, I can only imagine how ripe it is in the crack of ass, but I'm 100% determined to find that out and wonder no more. We get to his room and he turns the light on. The room is exactly how you'd expect a less than tiny 23 year old country boy's room to be. Clothes strewn everywhere, barely made bed, a nightstand with no surface to place anything else, and a stronger general odor of male musk in the air. Before I have a chance to say or ask anything he states matter of factly "so how are we doing this?".

I state equally as plainly "well, you're probably gonna have to take your pants off".

"Yeah no shit" he responds as laughs and proceeds to take off his belt and drop his jeans to the floor. After which he drops his Walmart/Target brand plaid boxers to the floor revealing a solid 4-5" semi-hard cock and a rather untrimmed bush of blondish-brown pubes around it. At this moment any bit of coyness and playfulness is gone and my natural male dominant instincts kick in.

"Lay on your back with your legs spread like a V" I command.

He rather instantly complies as I take off my pants and underwear and move myself on to the bed. Part of me wants to savor the fact that this heterosexual stud I've been masturbating to for over a year and a half is now naked before me, the other half merely wants to dive in. That second half wins. My face takes a lightning speed nose-dive into his crotch and whew, was he right. The smell of sweat, unshowered musk, old piss droplets, and pure testosterone permeates every facet of my senses. A treat even few girls get to experience, is now mine to feast on and inhale. I quickly take his semi-hard cock into my mouth and begin to hopefully give him the best head he's ever gotten. Within seconds his semi-hard turns into a rock hard, and I begin hearing his deep guttural moans mixed in with some "fucks" and "yeahs". And while I absolutely would love to taste this dudes load, I know once he cums, he's 100% gonna be tapped out of doing anything else, so I take my mouth off of his cock and shift down so his nuts are in my face.

Here, the smell of old piss is less, but the smell of raw testosterone is through the roof. I take several deep lungful's of Jackson's masculine pungency before lapping away at the sac's carrying the mini-Jackson's. He instantly utters "Ahhhh fuck dude! No girl has ever licked my nuts before" as he proceeds with a mixture of soft laughs and moans.

I keep lapping away at his nuts and as i get lower my nose detects an even raunchier smell wafting from behind his nutsack. I know exactly what that smell is and I absolutely need it. I start trying to push Jackson's legs back to access his most intimate hole and his socially curated straight boy instincts kick in and swiftly buckle his legs from allowing that hole to be exposed "What the fuck are you doing?!" he exclaims.

Realizing this is a showdown of dominance I tell him "If you've never had your nuts licked, you've definitely never had your ass ate and if you enjoyed your nuts being licked and sucked on, you're gonna love being rimmed 10x more. I fucking promise you".

He goes silent for a second before saying "dude, I told you, I haven't showered since yesterday morning. You definitely don't wanna go back there".

I quickly remind him what I said earlier that the musk, the scent, and naturalness of a guy is the turn on about all of this to me. And before he can either agree to or argue with me I order him to "Just roll on your stomach. You gotta trust me here man".

He smirks awkwardly for a few seconds before lifting his body up saying "You're a freak man" and begins the process of giving me full access to his ass.

Within seconds Jackson's fully developed and untouched ass is now at my mercy, while he's tummy down on his own bed. I begin massaging the smooth-ish cheeks of his ass and slowly pull them apart to view a totally hairy and unkempt straight male ass crack. Once again, I can't control my animalistic urges. I shift Jackson's legs further apart, splay open his ass crack to my viewage and dive my face inward towards the most intimate region of his body.

His ass crack is about as wild and uncharted of an area as one could find on the male body. 2 dense lines of ass fur line each side of his hole, both sides matted and marinated in his ass sweat. His hole is tight and small with a few bits of leftover toilet paper on the top, and a thin but noticeable brown smear of his shit extending from the bottom of his hole into the thicket of ass fur to the right of his hole. And the smell is... out of this world. A mix of non-thorough showering, poor wiping, lingering farts from his diet of junk food, and that same "Jackson musk" I've found in other parts of his body creates, by far, the most pungent and raunchy smell any where on this boy.

As I'm audibly inhaling what may be the most sexy smell I've ever inhaled he quips back inquisitively "Everything okay back there?".