Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:44:44 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Big Sarge [gay] 3

BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Three [Formatted A4, Times New Roman, 12]

Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun.  If
you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah!

However - if you do please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk

Chapter Three

I was shivering slightly, it wasn't cold and I wasn't really apprehensive
now. It was more a shiver of anticipation but he obviously thought
otherwise, or made out he did.  'Cant have you cold boy,lets get you warmed
up then.  Red arse always better anyway,' and with that he started slapping
my arse with his big hand, first one cheek and then the other, slap, slap,
slap, slap.  It wasn't so much the pain, I've had a belt across there often
enough to know what pain is, more the surprise that had my backside moving
away from his hand, 'though I still had my hands gripping the other side.
'Stay still boy,' and he reached under me and grabbed my balls, pulling
them down so any movement became agony when he'd squeeze tighter. Finding
my body now immobile he really laid into my backside this time and if I'd
thought before that a hand couldn't cause pain I discovered myself to be
mistaken.  Shortly I could feel my cheeks burning and my body writhing on
the table trapped by the grip and pull at my balls.  A hand could hurt as
much as a belt.  My mouth was emitting groans and my eyes were streaming.

'That's better.  I do like a boy in pain.  Here we go then.'  His hands
griped my waist raising it slightly and in he plunged.  No teasing the lips
of my hole, no slow steady entrance, just Wham! Straight through my tight
arse lips and on up into my gut.  My groans turned to a series of light
shrieks when, having forced an entrance, he immediately turned to fucking
my arse as hard as possible.  His hands left my waist and made their way
easily to my erect nipples as my body was arched from the table in protest
at his invasion. He pinched and twisted them, 'Hope that hurts boy.  Do you
like pain? I can give you pain.'  His nails were digging in the tips of my
nipples sending jagged streaks of pain across my pecs, I could only twist
my head back and forth, moaning and crying, gripping hard at the table
edge. 'Oh I'd enjoy putting you through it boy,' he continued, 'If you
think this is pain just come and visit me sometime.'

With that last comment he grabbed my body so tightly my hands lost their
grasp on the table edge and we stood up momentarily, his cock firmly
entrenched up my arse before being forcibly slammed back down on the table
as he lost control and

Shot heavily shot after shot of hot cum deep inside me.  It felt like a
six-shooter had gone off on automatic, bang, bang, bang.  For a moment he
lay over me as his cock softened and slowly withdrew from my arse, 'I'd
like you to come and visit me if you think you can take it boy.' He
whispered in my ear just before he raised his weight from my back.  A quick
slap on my sore arse, 'Thanks anyway, take care.' And he was gone.

'You just stay there for a moment boy,' said the Sergeant as he walked back
toward the restroom carrying a plastic bag.  I took no real notice that my
assailant accompanied him being too exhausted right then to take anything
in. After a while the Sarge returned on his own showing me the bag
contained my filthy soaking shorts and nipple clamps.  'Take those weights
and straps off and drop them in here as well boy,' pointing at the weights
still hanging from my cock. I removed that strap carefully, the wet leather
had been shrinking as it dried and my cock and balls had become very
tender.  'You dried off yet?' he continued, 'Go get on your bike then.  You
can fit your boots but you won't need anything else, these shorts too wet.
Can't have you catching a cold now.  You know where the station is don't
you.  So just ride your bike in front of me and I'll follow you there,
don't think of trying to escape, my bikes faster than yours.'

I had no intention of trying to escape but the thought of riding my bike
through the dark night naked apart from some short boots caused a
fluttering in my stomach that was nothing to do with the filth I'd
swallowed earlier.  On the one hand I loved my body being open to the
elements and had dreamed of having a spin naked, but then it was illegal,
but then again I was being escorted by the local officer, and then again
people might see me and they wouldn't be interested in the same way the
fellows at the rest stop had been.  'Fire it up boy,' I had no choice.

It was the strangest feeling, riding through the early morning moonlight
stark naked, my engine throbbing between my thighs, the beam of my headlamp
clearing the road before me and the beam from my escort revealing every
aspect of my body to any passing stranger.  And there were a few of those.
A couple of trucks passing the other way did a double take judging by the
way their engines spluttered and one swung round and doubled back, pulling
along side the Sarge for a quick word.

Next I knew Sarge was flashing his light and in my mirror I saw him sign me
to pull over.  I saw was a narrow turning into the woods a short way ahead
and signed to turn off.  The pickup followed and Sarge parked up by the
roadside, which should discourage any uninvited guests. Two men got out of
the pickup and I could almost see the drool running down their chins, as
they looked me over.  I say men but really not much more than old boys, say
late teens, both wearing boots, dirty torn jeans and dirty T's. The sign of
light stubble on their faces and the sawdust in their cropped hair and
clothes showed me they'd just finished the night shift up the wood mill.

'These two boys tell me if I'll let them have a go with you I'll find
enough treated lumber in my front yard to build the deck I've been after,
Seems like a good proposition to me, not really time to take you down the
station now boy.'

What choice did I have?  One of the lads called me to come over and I
walked toward them, my balls swaying between my legs and my erect prick
breaking the air before me.  I've no control over that part of my anatomy,
if has a mind of its own, what can I do about it?

'See you ready boy,' said number one as he pulled his T over his head, 'And
you already dirty so get down there on your knees and get my cock out.'  I
knelt on the muddy track and reached up to undo his belt and unzip the oil
soaked cloth, which exposed a filthy smelly jock.  'Yeah!  Gets a bit
whiffy down there after a hard nights work, you get your mouth working
there boy, suck my jock clean before I let at the real thing.'

Just in case I was having second thoughts he reached out as I knelt in the
muddy track and pulled my head into his sweat and piss stinky crutch.
Under the damp dirty jock I could see the outline of his thick cock laying
from his balls to my right and already twitching in anticipation of my
services.  When I wet my mouth and sucked started to play that cock like a
mouthorgan through his jock the vile taste of several days, if not weeks,
stale sweat, piss dribbles and god knows what else swamped my mouth and my
taste buds.  No way could this boy be classified as the cleanest man
around.

I gagged and tried unsuccessfully to pull back.  'No way boy.  What you
start you have to finish. That's what my old man always tells me so don't
make him out to be a liar.'  With that his changed his grip from holding
the back of my head to gripping my hair so ant movement now tore at my
roots, 'Go on now, you suck away and save me having to wash them and maybe,
just maybe, I'll let you pull them down and get your sweet lips round my
snake.'

His jock was rank and all I could do was work on his cock in the hope he'd
soon want something a little more direct.  Meanwhile, his companion had
been getting himself in the mood and somewhat to my relief I heard, 'Come
on Joe, I've not got all morning to muck about and this here is wanting to
blow soon.  Anyway, you know how Mother gets riled if we don't get home
before she leaves.  Let me fuck that mouth for a bit if you don't want to.'

My hair was released and the body standing before me replaced by number
two.  This was a different kettle of fish.  Already jeans and jock dropped
to boots and shirt removed with a good six or seven inch uncut member
standing proud and ready with a pair of nicely rounded balls puckering up
underneath.  I rather enjoyed the view for a moment but returning to my
situation slid forward and engulfed him straight down, twisting my head at
just the right moment allowed him full access without causing me to gag.  I
knew that it was the earlier workout my mouth had suffered that eased his
entrance and his remark earlier about his father's homily brought one of my
mothers to mind, every cloud has a silver lining.  Thinking that almost
caused me to gag after all, this time though from laughter.

He rally was getting ready to blow soon, but that wasn't really a surprise
as appearing to be only a couple of years older than myself and I seemed
ready and willing at the drop of a hat, several times a day.  'God, he's
good,' came a breathless voice, better than that slut in the wages office,
or that fellow we met at the truck stop. This one really knows how to
service a cock, almost convince enough to turn me gay if I'd get service
like this every time.'

He was thrusting away by now, in and out of my clenched lips and slightly
upturned face, with just a light hand resting on my head.  We were both
dancing to the same tune.  I kept getting flashes of his washboard stomach
with just a light sprinkling of almost downy hair round he cute little
belly button each time he pulled back and from the corner of my eye saw his
brother had now also striped down and beating his meat furiously.

I will admit to an enjoyment of my position, also of the cock I was
servicing and brought my hands up to fondle and pull lightly on his matched
set of balls causing an outbreak of swearing, especially when I slowed my
head and allowed my teeth to lightly nibble toward the end of his cock.
His reactions to my services were too much for his brother who calling out,
'Yes, Yes, Yes,' and other things I didn't catch, was suddenly shooting
streams of cum over my face and his brothers stomach.

'Hell Jo!' he said, you've cum everywhere, I'm soaked with it.'

Well, wouldn't be the first time bro, just get your boy there to lick it
off when you've done.'

That was enough for my other young assailant as placing both hands on my
head to hold it steady three rapid face fucks had him repeating his brother
and shooting his load, in this case, straight down my throat at first and
then as he slowed, filling my mouth.  I'm not ageist, couldn't afford to be
the way I like cock, but, there is something about a young cock and it
contents, both in texture and in taste that just hits the right spot.  In
other circumstances I'd happily serviced that stud for the rest of the day
but duty called.  When I'd fully finished milking him and he pulled out
saying with a laugh, 'you can't take it home,' I raised my head and started
licking his brothers cum from his stomach.

'Just look at that,' the brother said, 'I bet he'd take our piss as well if
Sarge told him to.'

'You haven't got time,' Sarge came back with, 'get him up and face down
over your pickup hood, I'm going to have the boys arse.'

'Hell Sarge' said number 2, 'You'll never get that up without killing him.
I never knew you were that huge.'

'That's why you two will have to hold his arms either side so he cant get
away. Then you can piss over him after.'

That last convinced them, they wanted to piss over me I suppose, anyway, my
arms were quickly grabbed and my body flung over the still warm hood of
their pickup and one brother stood either side holding my outstretched arm.
I heard Sarge spit and spit again to lube his cock and felt him stick a
finger up my arse to see if any natural lubrication remained from my recent
fucking.  Even though it had been a while I could feel a small residue of
arse slime and cum leak out as his fingers checked and removing them to
wipe over my back he said, 'That will have to do,' and rapidly forced an
entry.

My body took off and would have gone into orbit if not for being restrained
by the brothers. It didn't take off for joy but in shock and an attempt to
escape the abuse.  He was huge.  I was too shocked to scream, my feet
actually left the ground which in retrospect made things worse, being
unable to actual levitate my body had to return and in so doing became more
firmly impaled on his monster.  Sarge was long enough to be fun but it was
his width that caused me such anguish.  Even though I'd been so thoroughly
fucked earlier this was splitting me apart.

'Get it out!  Get it out!' I was yelling.  The boys keeping tight hold of
my outstretched wrists were grinning and laughing to Sarge to 'Rape him!
Fuck him!' and the Sarge just told me to 'Hold on boy.  Here we go.'

Fuck!  Here we did go, well he did anyway. I was unlikely to be going
anywhere for a bit, spread-eagled over the pickups hood under the early
morning sun starting to percolate through the branches.  Sarge got going
though, in my arse.  Humping and fucking, stretching my hole.  There being
solid metal under my stomach forcing the air from my lungs with every
painful thrust.  I'd never get to enjoy being fucked by a cock as broad as
his but actually my body was responding because I felt my cock attempt to
stand proud under me, which actually made mattes worse seeing as it was
trapped under my stomach and was also being squeezed painfully.

His hands reached up to grab my head and was lightly slamming it up and
down on the hard metal as he unloaded in my arse, thoroughly re-filling the
abused area to the brim and, even being still plugged by his half-hard
member, leaking and running down my legs. 'That's how to make use of a boy
like this,' the Sarge remarked, 'But, if I ever hear of you two using a
girl, or boy, like it I'll be down on you like a ton of bricks.  I just
knew this one was ready for it.  Weren't you boy?'

Pulling out he reached down and catching a handful of the mess escaping
from my wide-open hole reached up and wiped it over my face and mouth.  'Oh
yes!  You were ready,' slathering another handful over my erect cock and
bruised balls on display as he pulled me upright. 'Oh well.  You better get
down on your back so these boys can heave a piss before they get of home
hadn't you?' Pushing me reasonably gently till I ended laying on the muddy
track, face up, legs bent and wide apart, my aching cock waving in the
breeze.

Sarge stood between my legs and after a moment his massively thick member
unloaded a hosepipe of piss over my raised legs, cock, balls and stomach.
'Go on boys, you can heave the other end.  Make him open his mouth and
swallow.'

As first one, and then two thin streams of piss started to play over my
closed eyes and chest one asked, How do we do that Sarge?'

'Like this,' and I felt a heavy thick boot placed over my privates and
start slowly to press and grind. Of course I opened my mouth, there were
now threes streams of piss playing over me and even as my mouth filled the
boot increased pressure, squeezing my frustrated bits and pieces and I
came.  Oh yes!  I shot, and shot, and shot.  Everywhere.  Even through the
dying piss streams I could feel it land over my face and chest and still
the boot continued to twist and still I continued to shoot.

Finally, thank God, every thing came to an end.  My filthy soaking body was
too exhausted to move and just lay on the muddy track as I heard Sarge tell
the lads to get off home and return, dropping my still wet shorts across my
crotch.  'Get yourself dressed boy and off home before someone finds you
here and arrests you for indecency,' he said with a grin, 'That was one of
the best yet. What will do now next time you decide you have to visit a
rest stop to play?'

'I'll text you time and place of course Sarge.  Don't I always.'

'You do boy.  By the way, I've stuck a card on your handlebars from that
coloured gent who had your arse earlier.  He says to text your mobile
number if you want.  I know him slightly and he's quite safe, bit more
advanced than you.  Has to be your decision.  Got to go.  You OK?'

I nodded.  Quite frankly I was so psyched I'd almost be ready for another
session but still had a sixty mile ride home in my filthy state and had to
get going.

I found the card Sarge mentioned when putting my T and jacket on.  On one
side a mobile number, on the other four words in a rough print.

I'LL HURT YOU BOY