Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 22:19:43 -0600
From: Allen Giffen <tutus69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diesel - Chapter 10 - The Construction Boss
Karl Vronski grunted as he shot a load of cum toward the TV screen
across his bedroom. The first lob actually hit the screen, landing on the
leg of the larger figure frozen onscreen thanks to the hold button. He'd
been kneeling at the end of his bed, naked and sweating, as he watched the
tape for the umpteenth time, hitting the slow and then hold buttons at the
same time with each viewing. As he'd been doing since he started
masturbating as a kid, he began licking the remnants of his blast coating
his right hand.
The figure in question on the tape was Diesel, naked, in a similar
kneeling position, also on a bed. It was a bed in a room down the hall
from Karl's, his daughter Katrina's room. Diesel had his hands on
Katrina's head, holding her as he came in her mouth. His sweaty muscle
laden body was bathed in moonlight from the bay window. Muscles bulged and
veins popped up angrily all over his body as he was caught frozen in
mid-climax. Katrina's hands had been flopping on Diesel's chest. Her
cheeks were bloated with Diesel's load. She was in the middle of a choking
cough, with a stream of cum making its way out of the corner of her mouth
as arteries and veins ballooned her neck.
Karl had suspected that his 17 year old daughter might be bringing
boys home while he worked late and had hidden a movement activated video
camera in her room. This was the only encounter Karl captured in the three
months he'd had the camera set up, and it had been the previous Sunday when
he had to stay overnight in Oklahoma for some business.
When he watched it for the first time on Monday, his eyes bugged out in
shock as he took in what the two teenagers did. He recognized Diesel as
the kid who had answered the ad he'd had his daughter post at her high
school asking for boys looking for part time work who weren't afraid of
heavy labor. Karl didn't fool around when it came to work. He had worked
very hard in the construction business since arriving in the U.S. from
Poland 12 years before and had saved enough money to start his own small
business two years ago. He only needed one kid to help out his regular
crew and of the 5 kids who interviewed, Diesel looked the strongest, really
big for a high school kid, so Karl hired him to work a few days after
school and all day Saturdays - that was four weeks ago.
Karl was so overcome with rage upon first viewing the tape, that he
stormed out of the house, went to a bar and got drunk. But he found
himself drawn to watching the tape over and over. What he eventually
pieced together both horrified and excited him. It appeared his daughter
had been begging Diesel to go out with her and had promised him he could
fuck her in the ass if they did. But when the moment actually came,
Katrina cried out that Diesel was just too huge for her. That was the part
of the tape Karl kept being drawn to.
"Diesel, no, it hurts! You're too big - it's not gonna to fit.
You'll hurt me! Please! Just fuck me regular."
"No, bitch! That was the deal. The only reason I agreed to let you
parade me around your friends was because you said I could have your ass,"
said Diesel as he knelt behind Katy, rubbing his now slick and hard cock up
and down her asscrack. Diesel held on to Katy squatted ahead of him on the
bed, doggy style. (To Karl, the hard cock looked enormous running up and
down her ass.)
The two teenagers had been rolling around the bed for the last five
minutes, both getting heated to the point of combustion. Diesel was
through with what he felt was a lengthy foreplay session and needed
release. "I can get a sloppy cunt anytime. What I want now is a tight
asshole that will squeeze my dick with its steamy wet walls."
Katy screamed in a real panic as Diesel tightened his grip on her tiny
waist and rammed against her puckered asshole. "Please...please...don't,
Diesel...I'll do anything else...anything...just don't do this!"
In a fury, Diesel flipped Katy over so that she ended up on her back
facing Diesel, her legs spread out on either side of Diesel's sweaty hard
body. She panicked as she saw the hunger in his eyes (a hunger Karl could
see even on the tape with only moonlight for lighting). Diesel reached
forward quickly, grabbed her head and pulled her up so she faced Diesel's
huge dick. She stared wide eyed at the veins marbling their way around the
angry column.
"Kiss it! The tip...yeah, that's it...again. Bigger kisses! Yeah!
Get it wet...wetter. Now kinda chew your way down along it toward my
balls...yeah...suck one o' my balls in your mouth and roll your tongue
around it. I feel any teeth, bitch, and I'll make you choke on both balls
at the same time!" As Katy worked on Diesel's nut, his dick continued to
pump out precum. (In the moonlight, Karl could see a stream of it waving
between Diesel's dickhead and his daughter's hair, every few moments a drop
would pulse out of Diesel's tip and race down the stream into her hair.)
Diesel pulled Katy's mouth off his nutsack, held her chin with one
hand, grabbed his dick with the other and started slapping her face with
his dick. Precum started to coat her face. (Karl would stare unblinking
at this point, squeezing his own cock, as he also watched specks of
Diesel's thick precum flying off, sparkling in the moonlight.) Diesel was
done talking - release was the name of the game. He stopped the
dickslapping, held Katy's head in his hands and began poking his dickhead
against her full wet lips. They parted after a few taps and Diesel sighed
as the tip of his dick was rewarded with her hot breath and warm wet mouth.
After a couple of dozen forays into her mouth, Diesel pulled her head
up to his, kissing her roughly as his tongue raped the inside of her mouth.
Diesel loved to taste his cum or precum in someone else's mouth. He shoved
Katy back down on his dick and began pumping as much of his stiff firehose
into her mouth as he could, over and over. Only a few inches could get in
as Katy's jaws could open only so far to accommodate Diesel's length and
girth.
"Play with my chest, Katy." Katy's frightened eyes looked up at
Diesel questioningly. "Play with my chest! Rub your hands on it." Katy
reached up and put a hand on either of Diesel's massive pecs, now pumped up
even bigger than their usual bulging selves. She began running her hands
lightly over them, giving them gentle squeezes.
Diesel was getting closer and closer. Sweat streamed down his body,
drops jumped from his face to Katy's. He started feeling that familiar
tingling in his balls and let out a groan.
"Use your nails!"
Katy began scratching Diesel's chest. At first she was just
continuing the caressing motion but now using her nails. As Diesel got
closer to his climax, his thrusts into her mouth speeded up and became more
forceful. He was near the end of the race and nothing was going to stop
him from flying over the finish line. Katy's nails began to dig into the
flesh of Diesel's chest, a couple broke the skin, as she started to panic
again, unable to breathe. He grunted with each jab and cocked Katy's head
upward so their eyes met. His hunger matched her fear as her head jerked
with each thrust.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" bellowed Diesel as he threw his head back and unloaded
into Katy's mouth.
This was where Karl would hit the hold button, throw his head back,
and shoot his own spunk. In the rest of the tape, Katy gradually calmed
down from her coughing as Diesel, still kneeling, fell backward on the bed,
arms flopped out above him, lower legs bent underneath. His eyes were
shut. Karl couldn't help admiring Diesel's clearly defined row of ab
muscles, rising and falling as his breath calmed back to normal. He then
sat up, made Katy lick his dick clean, dressed and left.
It was now Thursday afternoon, the first afternoon Diesel was working
that week. Karl had decided to fire Diesel and he wanted to do it in
person. He hated what Diesel had done with his daughter, but part of him
wanted to see him in the flesh one more time before firing him.
The site his small crew was working on was a barn out in the country
in a wooded patch that a wealthy couple wanted converted to a
home/loft/office. Karl's job was to do some initial measuring and
stabilizing of the building before a bigger contractor took over the actual
renovation work. His crew was still pretty small, but they were all good
workers. Karl's plan was to keep expanding his business as much as
possible.
It was early evening and he knew the crew would be wrapping things up
when he got there sometime before 7pm. One of Karl's tricks that he was
pretty sure his crew had never caught onto yet was that sometimes he'd spy
on them, usually with binoculars, to make sure they were working. He
figured he'd do the same now as they were scheduled to end their shift.
Since the barn was out in a wooded area, finding a place to park and
observe without being seen was not difficult. The first thing he noticed
was that it sure looked like the crew had ended early. He could only see
two people, Diesel and Sean Reilly. Karl has worked with Sean for a number
of years. Sean was a few years older than Karl, about 6' tall, light skin
with lots of dark curly hair. Sean was single, but Karl knew that he went
out with women; at least he talked about it.
It looked like they had all been sitting around drinking beer - not
that uncommon - not legal with the kid, but they did it sometimes during
the week, even Karl. Sean and Diesel were on the upper level of the barn,
each seated and leaning on a post just inside those large open doors they
used to load and unload hay through. It appeared that everyone else had
left for the day since no one else appeared in those first few minutes of
Karl's spying. The two were clearly visible from Karl's hiding spot but
they assumed no one could see them. Karl was too far away to make out what
they were saying, but they seemed to be in some kind of heated or deep
conversation. Sean then stood up, walked over and stood between Diesel's
spread legs.
Diesel then stood up and looked to be standing pretty close to Reilly.
They were staring at each other, not talking. Diesel then slowly took off
the flannel shirt he was wearing, tossed it behind Reilly, and then did the
same with his t-shirt. His hands hung at his sides; he smiled and said
something to Reilly. Reilly put a hand on either of Diesel's shoulders,
squeezed the muscles there a few times and then slid his hands to Diesel's
pecs. Karl remembered watching his daughter running her hands over those
same pecs. Reilly's hands were much bigger and they moved more urgently
over the slabs of muscle. Diesel's eyes closed halfway as his head started
lolling slowly side to side.
Reilly's hands moved to Diesel's abs, pressing on the clearly visible
bulges as it looked like Diesel was tensing them. The hands moved back up
to Diesel's nipples where Reilly's fingertips ran back and forth over them.
Their heads were now next to each other, Diesel was sticking his tongue
into Reilly's ear and it looked like he was also talking softly between
licks. Reilly pulled back to look at Diesel and moved in as if to kiss
him. Diesel pulled away sharply; more words were exchanged.
Reilly pulled out his wallet, grabbed some bills and shoved them into
Diesel's outstretched hand. Diesel's white teeth flashed in a smile and
were immediately blocked out when Reilly planted his lips on Diesel's.
Reilly's hands moved behind and down to Diesel's ass and pulled the teen's
rock solid body into his. Diesel's hands ran lightly up and down Reilly's
back, after first shoving his payment into a front pocket of his jeans.
Diesel pushed Reilly away, unbuttoned Reilly's shirt, and pulled it off of
him. Diesel put both hands underneath the waist of the wife beater Reilly
had on underneath and slid his hands around Reilly's waist as he pulled him
back into a kiss. Reilly's hands went to Diesel's head, the calloused paws
moving through Diesel's thick soft curly blonde hair.
Diesel pulled away again; more words were exchanged. Reilly nodded
and Diesel moved out of sight of Karl's binoculars. Reilly quickly removed
the rest of his clothing. Karl knew that Reilly was pretty hairy, but he
was a bit surprised at the thickness of the coat of black hair covering
Reilly's lower body. He also had hair on his back. By the time it reached
his ass, it was pretty thick.
Diesel then walked back into view, dropping the gym bag he always
seemed to be carrying. Karl saw that he was wearing one of those wrestling
things, he thought they called them singlets. It must have been his high
school one as it was blue and gold, which Karl knew to be his daughter's
high school colors. It was also obvious that Diesel was not wearing any
kind of jockstrap underneath it. Karl's mouth dropped as he saw Diesel's
package "live" for the first time rather than on tape. The singlet clung
to Diesel's body, highlighting all his bulges, with his dick and balls
being the ones that drew the viewer's eyes like a magnet.
Reilly's sizable dick was bone hard and up at a 45 degree angle. He
pulled Diesel into another kiss, grinding their crotches together. Karl
could see Reilly's ass flexing as he pressed himself toward Diesel. Diesel
broke the kiss, put his hands on Reilly's shoulders and pushed him slowly
down to a kneeling position. Reilly stared at the coiled cobra in front of
him. Diesel took hold of Reilly's head and pulled forward. Reilly's mouth
opened as he slammed into the supersized package of teenmeat.
By this point, Karl had one hand inside his pants playing with his own
dick. Here he'd come to fire the kid and instead was beating his meat. He
was starting to think that he didn't really have a choice. Sometihng about
the way the kid seemed to he in charge of the situation added to Karl's
excitement.
Diesel seemed to be holding Reilly's head in place on his crotch.
Karl moved the binoculars to see Diesel's face. He seemed to be saying
something over and over. "Breathe! That's what it is," thought Karl. All
Diesel wanted right then was for Reilly's hot breath to work its magic on
his cock. And work it did. As Diesel eventually began steering Reilly's
face around his crotch area, Karl could see the dick beginning to harden.
He could also see that Diesel started to flex his ass as he was now pushing
his crotch forward as he pulled Reilly's face into it.
Karl was amazed at what Reilly was doing. He'd always thought Reilly
was such a straight guy, and here he was looking almost like he was a slave
to this kid, allowing the kid to do anything he wanted.
Diesel pulled Reilly up and locked lips with him once again. This
time it was as if Reilly were a limp ragdoll. Though he was standing on
his feet, his posture made it look like he was being held up by his head.
Diesel was grinding his mouth into Reilly's. Diesel let go of Reilly's
head with a jerk, causing Reilly to stumble backwards. Diesel took a step
forward so he was in the center of the upper open barn door area facing
out. He turned, said something to Reilly, and then bent forward slightly.
Reilly crawled toward Diesel with his mouth hanging open. He moved
behind Diesel and started slobbering all over Diesel's ass through the
sheer fabric of the singlet. Diesel locked his hands behind his head
bringing his massive arms into view, smiled a broad smile, and moved his
hips sensuously as Reilly's mouth got the rear of the singlet wetter and
wetter in his desperate attempt to get his mouth, lips and tongue to touch
ass flesh.
While Reilly worked, Diesel pulled the shoulder straps off his singlet
and pulled it down to his waist exposing his entire upper body. Karl
immediately noticed the remnants of the scratch marks and punctures his
daughter had made on Diesel's chest the past Sunday.
Diesel continued the rocking motion and now began running his hands up
and down his torso, stopping to yank each nipple every few trips along his
muscles. He reached back and pushed Reilly off his ass and pulled the
singlet completely off. Reilly stared as if hypnotized seeing Diesel's
smooth bubblebutt exposed. Karl saw Diesel actually stumble forward a bit
when Reilly locked his mouth onto Diesel's ass flesh once Reilly got the
signal from Diesel to return to his labors. Diesel reached backward
grabbing Reilly's head, pulling it into his ass cheeks while saying
something through gritted teeth.
Diesel spread his legs, turned and said something else to Reilly, who
quickly scooted around in front of Diesel. Diesel took Reilly's head in
his hands, cocked Reilly's head so he was looking at Diesel, and started
talking to him. Karl could see a sheen of sweat all over Diesel with the
setting sun accentuating all his muscles. Karl also suddenly realized he
was watching a replay of what Diesel did with Katy - he could see Diesel's
hips move as he jabbed his cock at Reilly's mouth. Reilly of course was
able to take more of Diesel's cock than Katy had, with one result being the
hooded eyes and slack smile on Diesel's face as the pleasure of the warm
mouth making way for his rod spread out from his dick to the rest of his
body. Every once in a while, Diesel shoved forward and held Reilly's head
firm till Karl saw Reilly's body spasm with a choke. But Reilly didn't
seem to be fighting the abuse; his arms stayed tightly wrapped around
Diesel's legs. Diesel's smile would arch up a bit each time Reilly gagged.
He then let go of Reilly's head as he realized that Reilly was enjoying the
treatment.
Diesel leaned over and grabbed a tube of something from his gym bag,
reached over the squatted body of Reilly and squeezed the tube so a stream
of it landed on the hair on Reilly's lower back; Diesel also coated his own
hands with another squirt and then dropped the tube back in his gym bag.
As Reilly kept up his vacuuming of Diesel's dick, Diesel leaned forward and
began rubbing all the liquid from the tube into Reilly's ass crack, the
hair matting down and moving with Diesel's hands. Karl could have sworn
that he saw one of Diesel's fingers going in and out of Reilly's asshole.
If so, Reilly seemed not to notice, being so focused on the sucking.
Diesel pulled Reilly off his dick, lifted him, and slammed his mouth
onto Reilly's as if he wanted to suck out his internal organs. At the same
time his lube covered hands went back to Reilly's ass, kneading the hirsute
cheeks and rubbing the fingers of one hand up and down the crack. While
still kissing Reilly passionately, he inserted a finger into Reilly's
asshole. Karl only knew this because of how Reilly's body jerked in
response. Karl also knew that he'd been leaking plenty of precum himself
this whole time. He couldn't remember a time in his life when he'd
produced more precum. Karl didn't understand why seeing this kid ordering
a grown man around excited him so much.
Though Reilly struggled against the invading finger, Diesel was too
strong for him. Diesel kept up the jabbing with his finger while never
breaking the kiss. It looked to Karl that Reilly eventually submitted to
the invading digit. He even looked like he was responding in kind to the
kiss. Diesel broke the kiss and brought their heads next to each other as
they embraced. He started licking Reilly's ear again and whispering words,
all the time plunging a finger in and out of Reilly's trench. Karl thought
that maybe he was now using two fingers.
Pulling his head back from Reilly, Diesel spun Reilly around so that
now Reilly was facing outward from the upper level, directly facing the
hidden Karl with his binoculars. Karl's breathing was getting shaky and
with only one hand holding the binoculars, the other busy stroking his
painfully hard penis, the view was getting shaky.
Reilly's arms hung limply at his sides while Diesel had his massive
arms wrapped around Reilly's chest, holding him up. He started rubbing his
hands up and down Reilly's torso while saying something into his ear. Then
one of Diesel's hands grabbed Reilly's rock hard dick and began travelling
its length...back and forth...slowly, holding on to Reilly's chest with the
other. Reilly's eyes were closed and his head fell back on Diesel's
shoulder.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeaaaaaaaa!" came a blood curdling scream that
caused some birds to fly out of the brush and Karl to jerk and hold his
breath. Without much warning, other than the caresses and whispers, Diesel
had shoved a third of his enormous cock into Reilly's chute. By the time
Karl had the binoculars back on the two rutting guys, Reilly's hardon had
disappeared. His head hung sideways and it looked like he was mumbling
incoherently. Both of Diesel's hands were roaming Reilly's midsection. He
then started pinching Reilly's nipples, and whispering in his ear.
"Nooooooooooo..." faded out of Reilly's mouth as Diesel penetrated him
further. When half his dick was home, Diesel pulled out slowly. Reilly's
eyes bugged out, frightened of what might come next. But Diesel chose to
be gentle...for a bit. He moved his joystick in and out of Reilly's hairy
asshole slowly...over and over...every few insertions, with a bit of
effort, getting his dick in a bit further.
Then with one forceful move, pulling on Reilly as he pushed his pelvis
forward, Diesel made it all the way home and felt his pubes mix with
Reilly's damp hairy ass. Reilly's head shot up, mouth and eyes popped
open. No sound though. It was as if he was frozen. Diesel bent both his
arms so that as his fists each grabbed a nipple of Reilly's, his elbows
pressed against Reilly's waist, effectively pinning him to Diesel. Then
Diesel started fucking Reilly fast, longdicking him slowly once or twice
about every dozen or so power thrusts.
Karl was now drawn to look at Reilly's face. A look of unbelievable
pain and torture seemed to have been taken over by a look of ecstasy - or
maybe it was a look somewhere in between. It was a look he'd never seen on
anyone's face before. And he couldn't stop looking. And he couldn't stop
pulling on his dick. "Yes...yes...yes...yes...," he started whispering to
himself as he rapidly moved his foreskin back and forth over his dickhead,
never taking his eyes from that look of ecstasy on Reilly's face. Karl
then came so hard, he actually felt the cum racing along the length of his
dick before each squirt began filling his underwear. He dropped the
binoculars and fell to the ground, moaning.
Scrambling for the binoculars, Karl jumped up and brought them to his
eyes, afraid he had missed something. No, he hadn't. Diesel was slamming
into Reilly's asshole at a terrific speed. Though he was behind Reilly,
his legs were spread out, rooted to the barn floor giving him a stable base
from which to plow ass. Karl stared almost hungrily at Diesel's powerful
thighs, seeing the muscles bunching and relaxing as he reamed Reilly.
For his part, Reilly seemed to be in some other world, based on the
look on his face. His whole body jerked with each bodyslam of Diesel's.
Though his head bounced around a bit, Karl could still make out a look on
Reilly's face that he could only describe as a pained ecstasy. Karl also
noticed that Reilly was hard again.
With his right hand, Diesel grabbed Reilly's cock and started pumping
it while his left arm reached around the front of Reilly, grabbing his
right nipple and yanking hard on it. Though it looked like he didn't even
realize he was doing it, Karl watched Reilly's arms reach back and grab the
rear of Diesel's upper legs, pulling on them, egging Diesel on to thrust
into him faster and harder.
Diesel complied. Diesel's head had been resting next to Reilly's. He
suddenly lifted his head slightly, opened his mouth, and bit down on
Reilly's shoulder. He let go of Reilly's dick and nipple and wrapped both
arms tightly around Reilly as he shot stream after stream of cum into
Reilly's asshole.
He loosened his grip on Reilly, stood up, and pulled out of Reilly
with a sloppy pop. Reilly dropped to the ground in a semi-foetal position,
let out a long fart and starting leaking Diesel's load. Diesel rubbed and
squeezed the mixture of his cum and Reilly's shit and ass juices covering
his dick, and sprayed the mixture off his hands onto Reilly's prone figure.
He picked up his gym bag and singlet, and walked out of sight. Karl looked
over Reilly's curled up body. His ass was facing the binoculars and Karl
could see the juices leaking from Reilly's ass.
Obviously, Karl gave up on his plan to fire the kid that evening and
ran to his car before Diesel came out riding his bike. He kept going over
the scene in his head as he drove away. How could a high school kid take
charge of a grown man? Stumped for an answer, Karl still found himself
excited by the question. Blocks later he noticed that the binoculars and
steering wheel were smeared with his own load that he'd shot all over his
hand in his underwear.
On Saturday, Diesel's next day of work, Karl was determined to fire
Diesel, but decided to wait till the end of the shift so he could get a
full day's work out of him.
It was a particularly hot day, his men had worked pretty hard, and he
knew they were all looking forward to the traditional after work Saturday
beer bash. He'd find some way to keep Diesel afterward and fire him. Late
in the afternoon, he let two of the crew drive into town to get the beer,
leaving Diesel assisting Gonzalez with some stabilizing measurements on the
upper floor of the barn. Reilly had called in sick on Friday (Karl was not
surprised) and had previously arranged to take Saturday off for a family
wedding.
Walking into the ground floor of the barn, Karl could hear Gonzalez
and Diesel talking above him and walked over till he was underneath them.
Through the slats about 8 feet above him, he could make out one of the two,
but didn't know which it was, but he recognized the voices.
"C'mon Gonzo, I really gotta go. Can't we take a break?"
"Sorry, kid, but I have to finish these measurements and the only way
that will happen is if you stay right where you are, holding the plank
where you've got it. It's not heavy."
"I know it's not heavy, but my bladder's about to bust."
Karl realized that the figure he could see was Diesel. He was
standing with his legs apart, holding a large plank at shoulder level,
effectively blocking his head from Karl's view - and Karl from Diesel's
view. Gonzalez was about six feet to the side blocked from Karl's vision
by a partition, working on a wall, at the other end of the plank. Karl
stood underneath Diesel and could see quite a bit of him through the upper
barn floor. He noticed that with the day's heat, Diesel was down to
wearing just his t-shirt and he must have brought along a pair of shorts
with him because that's what he was wearing. Karl didn't normally allow
his crew to wear shorts - for safety reasons. But it was hot, it was
Saturday, it was near the end of the workday. Karl wasn't a complete hard
ass, so he let some things slide every once in a while. "At least he's
still wearing work boots," thought Karl.
Diesel's legs were spread to the point where Karl could see right up
the baggy shorts to what looked like a pretty old jock strap working hard
to keep Diesel's package inside. Even from this angle, Diesel's legs were
powerful looking; like giant redwoods solidly rooted in the huge beat up
work boots. There was a very slight breeze running through the barn which
rippled the material of the shorts slowly, giving Karl a slide show of
angles of Diesel's formidable package.
"Man, I can't hold it much longer. Gonzo...please!" said Diesel,
shifting his legs a bit.
"Stop your whining, bitchboy! If you have to go that bad, just go
ahead and piss where you are. It'll just go through the floor."
"What?!!? Just piss right here? Like a dog?"
"Yeah, Fido. What's wrong? You pee shy?"
"No...just feels kinda funny...to just stand here and piss."
"Well, go ahead. I won't tell your mama about your breach in manners.
Just don't let go of the plank. Do it one handed...if you think you can
find your pencil dick with one hand that is."
"Pencil dick, my ass! You just wish you were packin' what I've got,"
said Diesel, as he instinctively reached down with one hand and grabbed his
dick giving it a squeeze.
"Whatever you say, blondie. Just quit your complaining and piss!"
From below, Karl stared up fascinated at what was happening. He
watched Diesel grab the lower hem on the inside of one of the legs of the
shorts, pull up, and then manipulate the pouch of his jockstrap. Diesel's
dick tumbled out, hitting his thigh with an audible slap and then swaying
till Diesel grabbed it, his fist covering less than half its length. He
took a step, spreading his legs further, relaxing into the piss and also
wanting to make sure he didn't get urine any on himself. Karl could see
Diesel's fist gently squeezing and tugging on the tube to encourage the
flow to start.
The stream hit the floor loudly. Karl watched it stream out as if
under pressure. He'd been hard since the minute he first looked up
Diesel's crotch and was now playing with himself through his pants.
Diesel's piss started dripping through the ceiling above onto Karl's head
and shoulders. Instead of moving, for some unexplainable reason, Karl
looked up and with his eyes shut, allowing the piss drip on him. He'd
never done anything like this in his life, but for some reason, it really
excited him.
Realizing that if he didn't move, he'd soon be soaked with urine - and
how would he be able to explain that - Karl moved back a few feet toward
the barn's opening. He continued pressing on his crotch as he watched the
urine dripping through the floor boards above. As the stream slowed, he
heard Diesel give out a long sigh.
As he exited the barn, Karl heard Diesel say, "God! It's always great
when you can piss and have it feel that good!"
Karl took a walk in the woods around the barn to calm himself down and
to try and figure out what the deal was with this kid. Why did he find
himself so attracted to him? What was it about how Diesel took control of
situations? Karl had had no experiences with other guys ever in his life.
Sure, he'd been hit on many times, but never thought anything of it. If
anything, he was surprised that guys still hit on him at the age of 36. He
didn't understand how if a guy was gay, why he'd be interested in another
guy much over the age of 25.
About two hours later, Karl, Diesel and the other three crew guys had
been sitting around the ground floor of the barn for a while, sucking down
beers. The two crew guys brought back a fifth of bourbon also and had been
passing the bottle around taking shots. No one was feeling any pain. The
usual topics of conversation when men get together had been covered - work,
sex, women, sex, politics, sex, sports and sex. Karl and his 3 crew were
all older than Diesel of course, the youngest one being almost 10 years
older than Diesel. They all kind of liked Diesel (excepting Karl of course
who had all kinds of feelings about Diesel, including hating him for what
he had done to Katy) and appreciated what a hard worker he was.
The conversation starting focusing on Diesel and his life in high
school. The guys liked thinking back to those glory days of their own and
wanted to relive them through Diesel's experiences. They asked Diesel
about the sports he played - football, swimming and currently,
wrestling. They had all noticed that Diesel was really built and that he
packed a sizable salami, but none of them had seen any skin except Diesel's
legs and arms - except Karl of course, who did more observing than talking
that evening. But based on the ripples up and down Diesel's arms and legs,
even when at rest, they guys figured he must be pretty well cut.
Inevitably, the conversation turned to Diesel's sex life. He told
them that he did "OK" in that department. The men laughed knowingly. They
got back to talking about Diesel's body. They asked him how often he
worked out, what his routine was, etc.
"So, Dee, you into any of that bodybuilding shit?"
"No, I've never done that."
"That's hard to believe. You got quite a build for a teenager. You
should consider it."
"Actually, I have. Just too much of a chicken to do anything about
it.
I watch that shit on TV and see how they guys do all that posing. Of
course, Mr. Happy here might object to being stuffed into one of those
posing straps those muscleheads wear," said Diesel with a chuckle as he
fondled his crotch. The three other crew guys were seated leaning on a
barn wall opposite the one Diesel was at - Karl sat, leaning on a post
about halfway between. Karl and his crew stared enviously at the mound
Diesel pawed between his spread legs.
"Dee...do it now."
"Do what?" asked Diesel after taking a hit of bourbon and walking
over to hand it to Karl who was next in the rotation.
"Pose...do some posing...we'll let you know if you got
potential...won't we, guys?"
"Fuck you guys. You just want to see me play the fool," said Diesel
as he stood between Karl and the rest of the crew. Karl stared at the
backs of Diesel's legs noticing how hairy they were. He hadn't noticed
that before since Diesel's body hair was so blonde. From the back,
Diesel's shoulders looked almost inhumanly wide to Karl. His dick twitched
in his jeans.
"No, no, man. We're serious. C'mon. It's just us guys...and we'll
be honest."
Diesel had had enough alcohol that he wasn't sure if these guys were
on the level, or if they were preparing for a gangbang or something. But
the scales tipped in favor of their being on the level so he decided to
indulge them. He knew a bit more about posing than he let on and he was
pretty sure they'd be impressed. Besides, his boss' comparative silence
was making him a little nervous. He wondered if there was any chance
Mr. Vronski knew about what he and Katy had done - or what he'd done with
Reilly the other day. He didn't want to blow this job. It was great the
way Mr. Vronski let him work around his school and practice schedules.
"OK, guys, here goes," said Diesel as he stepped back a bit and pulled
off his t-shirt. The crew guys were momentarily stunned when they first
saw Diesel's torso. The combination of it being wrestling season, the
added workouts at school Diesel was doing because of that, and the hard
labor he'd been put through with Karl and his crew the past month all
contributed to Diesel's being slightly more cut right now than he usually
was. All his muscles were huge. All his muscles had curves. The bonus
right now was that a number of his muscles also had some pretty sharp lines
and more than the usual amount of veins were visible on his body. They
noticed a map of veins decorating Diesel's lower abdomen. His shorts were
hanging low enough to expose the top of what looked to be a pretty beat up
jockstrap he had on underneath, and that he was the owner of a true 8 pack
- they formed two perfect rows of 4 - like buns in an oven.
But the eye popper was Diesel's chest. The crew guys had all noticed
that he had a big chest. What they didn't realize till viewing it in the
flesh was the sheer mass of his pecs and how they appeared even larger
hanging above what seemed to be a waist too small to match. On just about
anyone else, Diesel's pecs would look grotesque or even a bit feminine.
But on Diesel, they just made other guys envious. They were extra wide and
bulged out over his 8 pack at least 3 inches, if not more. The tips of his
dollar sized nipples pointed downward due to the weight of each pec. They
reminded the crew of the tops of those soft serve ice cream cones you get -
where the first thing you want to do is open your mouth and suck off that
tip. The skin stretched across the slabs of Diesel's chest was so tight,
it was easy to imagine you could see your reflection in them.
"Something wrong, guys?" asked Diesel, breaking the silence. Diesel
knew exactly what was going on. Anybody seeing this much of his body for
the first time was almost always taken off guard. And he knew that the
alcohol they'd all been downing was allowing anything the least bit horny
to be magnified. Diesel was sure there wasn't a straight guy alive he
couldn't catch the eye of if he really wanted to and if the situation was
right.
"Uh...yeah...something's missing. Here," said one of the crew guys,
standing up and unstrapping his toolbelt. "Put this on. It's the
Mr. Toolbelt Contest!"
The other men cheered and laughed, even Karl. Diesel chuckled, took
the dirt and sweat stained toolbelt loaded with tools, wrapped it around
his waist, and buckled it on. He had it as tight as it would go and it
still hung somewhat loosely around his small waist. It was saved from
falling off by catching on his bubblebutt. He centered the heavy belt,
really liked the feel of the warm leather against him, and then jokingly
hooked a hand on either side as if he were a cowboy and the belt was his
holster. Standing there, crouched in a way that accentuated his heavy
thigh muscles, wearing the shorts, jockstrap showing, the toolbelt, and a
pair of old work boots, he looked incredibly sexy.
Diesel then straightened up and started his posing routine facing his
admirers. He started by clasping his hands together just under the belt
buckle and tensed his arms and chest. Diesel saw the four men's eyes pop
as his own muscles popped. He knew that if he kept a relaxed almost lazy
smile on his face, his muscles would look all the more amazing since it
would appear that he was not straining at all to show them off. He relaxed
the muscles, spread his legs till they were wider than his shoulders, and
went into a squat, very very slowly. When his legs reached the point of
being at 90 degree angles at his knees, he unclasped his hands, slowly put
a hand on either knee, and tensed his pecs. Then he released them. Then
again. Then one. Then the other. Over and over. The whole time he had
that lazy smile on his face and his eyes went into an unfocused glaze.
He stood up slowly into a double bicep pose, held it, then raised his
right leg slightly, tensed his leg muscles and twisted his foot side to
side. He gradually brought his right foot back to the ground, relaxed the
muscles, and then did the same with his left leg. He then slowly turned
around, letting his back and ass put on a show.
The testosterone in the air was almost palpable. All the men were
sweating in the heat. Karl suddenly wondered if the salty drops running
down his face into his mouth were his own sweat or Diesel's urine. All the
men kept their eyes on Diesel. Not only were they somewhat mesmerized, but
they were ashamed to look into the eyes of one another, afraid they'd see
the same hunger reflected there.
Diesel held the same double bicep pose and tensed his back muscles.
His massive back, covered with a shiny layer of sweat, bulged to life, like
a map showing the contours of some country equally covered by low hills and
shallow valleys. He then went into the same slow squat, but this time went
even lower. As he came up just as slowly from the squat, the men noticed
two things. The toolbelt had slipped down, pulling Diesel's shorts to the
point where the entire top strap of the jockstrap was revealed, and the
material of his shorts had slipped into his asscrack when he was at the
lowest point of his squat and now standing straight up, his ass cheeks were
being more than showcased with the shorts stretched over the two massive
mounds. All the men stared at the asscheeks, knowing they were only being
covered by the thin material of the shorts.
Diesel turned to face the men once again, arms now relaxed at his
side.
Posing always got Diesel aroused and his dick, even encased in the
jockstrap, was now a visible bulge pointing downward. The closest tool in
the belt to Diesel's snake was a hammer, and it looked like a kiddy tool
next to Diesel's tool. The tension had become too much and something had
to be done before the men embarrassed themselves even more. One of the
crew grabbed one of the cold longneck beers, unscrewed the top, shook the
bottle with his thumb on top, and pointed the spray toward Diesel.
"What the fuck?" yelled Diesel, futilely attempting to cover himself
from the foam.
"It's the closest thing we have to champagne to crown our new Mr.
Toolbelt!" All the men, including Karl, rushed to congratulate their wet
muscled winner. Knowing it was just an excuse for the men to actually
touch what they'd been coveting; Diesel let them run their hands at will
over him. Everyone pretended they were cheering the champ, while everyone
knew they just had to see what those muscles actually felt like. It took
two of the crew to remove the toolbelt, one groping his crotch because he
just wanted to be able to see what it felt like to have a dick as huge as
Diesel's in his fist, the other needing confirmation of the firmness of
Diesel's beautiful ass. Everyone, but Diesel, had a hard on.
The crew took this as a signal to leave. They were horny as
hell. Each man knew that within five minutes of walking in the front door
of his home, he'd be fucking the shit out of his wife/girlfriend. And all
3 would play with the women's tits, thinking about Diesel's larger and much
firmer pecs. And they'd pound their dicks into those pussies like
jackrabbits.
As "the new kid" on the crew, Diesel knew that even though in many
ways he outshone everyone else, it was still his job to do cleanup at the
end of the day, and Karl traditionally was the last to leave the work site.
As Diesel shuffled around the barn picking up the empty beer bottles &
caps, stacked loose pieces of lumber, electrical equipment and other tools,
Karl struggled to find a way to start the conversation about firing Diesel.
He found himself wanting to put all his focus on just watching the blonde
muscleboy as he moved around the barn doing the cleanup. Diesel had
hitched up his shorts from the obscenely low point they'd gotten to, but
that didn't stop Karl from eyeing Diesel's twin ass mounds and his amazing
package. Karl didn't understand why he saw the kid's sweaty beer sprayed
body in the shorts and old workboots as so damned sexy. By now, Diesel had
some wood chips stuck on his body from the cleanup work, and even those
small additions to his skin heightened his appeal in Karl's eyes.
Diesel was nervous now that he was alone with his boss. He could
sense that something was up but couldn't put his finger on it. He knew
that Mr. Vronski was trying to bring something up in conversation so while
doing his work, he started telling his boss about how much he appreciated
the job; that it was good pay; that he enjoyed the labor; that he most
appreciated Karl allowing him to fit his work schedule around his sports
training schedule. He lied and talked about wanting to save as much money
as he could for college, knowing that if he ever actually went to college,
he'd only be going where he could get a full ride off one of his sports.
He'd find ways to get more money once he got to college.
"So, you do wrestling, football and swimming. Isn't that a lot to
do?" asked Karl out of pure nervousness, appreciating the momentary detour
from going the firing route.
"Yeah, I do all three. It's not hard at all though because I enjoy
them all, especially wrestling."
"The wrestlers I see on TV seem mostly like just big oafs who push
each other around and yell a lot. I don't remember ever seeing one that
had...you know...your kind of muscles."
"You're right, Mr. Vronski. Most wrestlers go for pure bulk. It's
always been pretty easy for me to build muscles and I've found that doing
that works to my advantage in my meets. I like to think that my muscles
showing so much intimidates my partners."
"Hey, what you've got between your legs would be intimidating enough,
Diesel" said Karl with a nervous laugh, averting his eyes from Diesel.
"Fuck! How could I have been reading this guy so wrong? He fuckin'
wants me!" shot through Diesel's mind like a bullet. He immediately put a
plan into place.
"Funny you should say that, Mr. Vronski. I know it may sound a little
sick, but there's some truth in that. There have been a number of matches
where at a critical moment I find a way to press 'what's between my legs'
against the guy and it distracts him just long enough for me to move in for
the kill."
Karl felt a pulse of precum burp out of his cock. Again, he realized
that the thought of this kid in control of a situation somehow excited him.
"You know, Mr. Vronski, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but
you look to be in pretty good shape yourself. I know runnin' the business
keeps you pretty busy and you don't go to a gym, but you look to be in
really good shape...really good. You don't have one of those gym bunny
bodies. You've got one where each muscle has earned its right to be where
it is through natural hard labor."
Karl laughed, "Yeah, that's me, Mr. Body Beautiful. Actually, thanks
for the compliment, Diesel. But I'm an old man of 36 with one foot in the
grave."
"No, you're wrong there, Mr. Vronski. You deserve to be very proud of
both your business and your body. You've worked really hard on both, but
you're only seeing the work you've done in business. You should appreciate
what you've done for you body...other people do."
At this point, Diesel had just about finished the clean up. He had
taken two of the last beers, opened them, and handed one to Karl. They
stood facing each other. Karl stared openly at Diesel's body. He had to
control himself from reaching out and touching the hot hard skin.
"I mean, sure, my body's not one that's often kicked to the curb, but
you're no curb kisser either," laughed Diesel as he lifted his bottle
toward Karl. They clinked, and each took a long swallow.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Diesel!" joked Karl.
"I'm serious, Mr. Vronski." Sensing it was the right moment, Diesel
stepped into the lead role, "C'mon, take your shirt off. I want to prove
something," said Diesel, reaching for Karl with his free hand.
"That's enough, Diesel, don't be stupid," said Karl as he jerked
backward. Karl saw a look of embarrassment on Diesel's face. "That's OK,
kid. I really appreciate the nice things you're saying, but I've been out
to pasture for a while and don't see myself leaving it."
"You're young, Mr. Vronski! You gotta stop thinkin' that way.
Believe me, I can tell you got plenty of kick left in you. Please...take
your shirt off...I want to prove something to you," said Diesel pleadingly.
In his alcohol impaired state, Karl decided to go along with the game, not
realizing he didn't know any of the rules, and that he was doomed to lose.
He took his shirt and t- shirt off. Diesel was in control.
Diesel was actually right about Karl's body. He was a hottie, but
didn't realize it. He still had a full head of hair and his torso was
covered with the classic "hot guy" mat of a thick clump in the center of
his chest with a feathering trail snaking around his pecs and a v-shape
downward ending in a perfect treasure trail disappearing at his belt
buckle.
Diesel took a small step toward Karl and began touching his own body
while talking, "Sure, I've worked out to get all these muscles to look the
way they look. I also know that I was blessed with good genes. You got
good genes too, boss. I mean, look at that six pack of yours." Diesel
broke the barrier by putting his hand on Karl's stomach. Karl took in a
sudden suck of air as the hot paw touched his skin, but he stood his
ground.
Rubbing Karl's six pack, Diesel continued, "You know how many guys
your age, and even younger, would give anything to have a six pack like
this?" asked Diesel, staring unblinking into Karl's eyes. "And these pecs,
these are beauties, boss. You know that?" asked Diesel as both hands
moved to Karl's chest, massaging the skin slowly.
"But I might as well be flat chested, compared to the set you've got
on you, Diesel," said Karl, not breaking eye contact.
Diesel smiled a big toothy grin. "You mean these?" he asked as he
started to make his pecs dance for Karl. Diesel had long ago developed the
skill of making his pecs dance at will. He sometimes entertained himself
in front of the mirror making them dance to whatever song was on the radio.
Karl's eyes finally left Diesel's and moved to the bouncing masses of
pec meat. They seemed to be moving in slow motion. Karl's mind could
almost hear a thumping noise each time Diesel relaxed a pec and it bounded
downward, sending a ripple toward a shoulder each time.
Thump...thump...thump...thump...thumpthump...thump.
"Go ahead, you're the boss...boss," said Diesel in a whisper.
Karl took a step toward Diesel, his hands moved toward Diesel's
bouncing tits as if they were magnets. Just before touching them, he saw
the very faint red marks where his daughter's nails had punctured the flesh
a week before. Anger flared along with desire in Karl's mind. He grabbed
the flesh and squeezed. He squeezed hard. He held his breath and squeezed
even harder.
""Yeah, that's it, boss. Show these jugs who's boss," whispered
Diesel, surprised as how firm Karl's grip was. Diesel reached behind Karl
and started rubbing his closed fists up and down each side of Karl's back.
Every few rotations, he let his hands slide lower and lightly rubbed Karl's
ass through his jeans.
Karl's right hand released one of Diesel's mounds, formed a fist,
cocked it, and slammed lightly into the flesh. Then again. Harder this
time. His left hand started doing the same thing. Harder and harder he
pounded, watching the skin ripple upward toward each of Diesel's shoulders
in reply.
"Yes...yes, boss...pound 'em good," ordered Diesel. While Karl vented
his anger on the slabs of flesh, Diesel left off his back and ass rubbing
and worked open Karl's belt buckle and jeans. Diesel then grabbed Karl's
shoulders, pushed him away slightly and squeezed the shoulders hard,
bringing Karl out of his punching fury. Karl glared at Diesel, panting and
covered in sweat.
"Strip, boss...I want to show you more proof of what a stud you are!"
Both of them began stripping quickly. In no time, Karl's pants,
underwear, boots and socks landed on top of his shirt and t-shirt. Diesel
took off his shorts and boots, but kept the old dirty, and now quite soggy
jockstrap on. They stood facing each other, Karl panting in a heat with a
respectably long hard on standing straight up, Diesel coolly examining his
prey.
"Sweet! , You're uncut, boss. That's really sexy. You Europeans know
how to leave well enough alone. Wanna dock?"
"Dock?"
"Oh, man, you're gonna love this, boss. Trust me. It's a trip to
heaven on a jet!"
Diesel pulled down the front of his jock, locking it underneath his
dick and balls. The pressure forced his package to stand out more than it
usually did. He took hold of his hardening dick, stepped up to Karl, and
took hold of the man's steel hard cock.
"You got all this extra skin here to slide around," said Diesel as he
began pumping Karl's rod. Karl stood there frozen, having a hard time
swallowing the fact that moments ago he was trying to fire this kid and he
was now naked in front of him with the kid yanking his dick. But it felt
sooooo good to have his dick yanked, and to be doing what the kid told him
to do.
"Watch this...feel this," said Diesel as he brought the tips of the
two cocks together, his own member dwarfing Karl's decent sized piece.
Their precum mixed as their dickheads slid against each other, dicklips
kissing. Diesel pulled Karl's foreskin toward his own dick. Karl's eyes
opened wide as he watched his foreskin move forward and stretch out over
Diesel's huge dickhead. Diesel then moved the foreskin back off his dick
onto Karl's, his fist forming a tube between the two dicks. He repeated
the move. Karl took in a sharp breath as he felt his dickskin sliding onto
the hot foreign skin of the kid's. And then off again. Diesel had a
rhythm going that Karl unconsciously followed with his breathing. The
sensations Karl was feeling in his dick were indescribable. They sent
shocks of pleasure racing all over his body. Karl instinctively grabbed
Diesel's shoulders both to steady himself and because he had an
overwhelming urge to feel some male muscle right then. As he approached
orgasm, Karl's entire body actually started to shake. Diesel sensed Karl's
impending climax and while holding the foreskin as far as he could onto his
own pulsing dick, he reached behind Karl's balls with his other hand and
massaged the flesh there.
That was all it took. Karl felt the cum shooting out of his dick with
an intensity he'd never felt before - over and over and over. As soon as
he started shooting, he let go of Diesel's shoulders. Diesel's hand left
Karl's dick area and grabbed Karl's shoulder to steady him. Karl stared
forward at Diesel's chest as he breathed raggedly.
"Look," said Diesel as he glanced down between them. Karl's eyes
moved down Diesel's arm reaching between them. The muscles were tensed;
Diesel's forearm looked like it was covering rows of steel cable. The real
shock came when Karl's eyes fell to Diesel's hand that was on their dicks.
He had his thumb and forefinger wrapped tightly around his own dick, with
Karl's foreskin pulled onto it. Karl's foreskin bulged on his side of
Diesel's hand - bulging with his own load. All that cum he spewed was
being kept warm and fresh underneath his skin. Diesel rubbed the top of
the bulging skin lightly with a couple of fingers of his other hand.
"Feels nice, doesn't it? Watch when I let it go," said Diesel. He
released his grip but kept his open hand there for Karl's load to land on.
It was quite a load. Diesel brought his cupped hand up to his face and
took a sniff while staring at Karl, "Smells nice, real nice." Diesel stuck
his tongue into the murky white fluid and sucked his tongue back in his
mouth. He closed his eyes and smiled.
Diesel slapped his hand onto Karl's six pack and rubbed the creamy
load all over the firm flesh. Karl's chin jutted forward and his mouth
dropped open slightly. The men stared at each other without talking.
Diesel accompanied the rubbing of Karl's flesh with a low mmmmmmm sound.
He then brought his hand up to Karl's face and gently put his thumb in
Karl's open mouth. Karl sucked hungrily. Diesel stepped in closer. His
hanging meat slapped against Karl's cum soaked cock. As he brought his
face closer to Karl's, he took his thumb from Karl's mouth, held onto his
chin and pressed his open mouth against Karl's. Their tongues danced.
Diesel maneuvered Karl till he was pressed up against the center post of
the barn.
"Let's try something, boss," said Diesel excitedly as he broke the
kiss. Diesel knew that Karl wanted him to take control.
"Sure," Karl croaked as he lost himself in the pleasure of Diesel's
hard body pressing against his own. Diesel's dick felt like a warm animal
pressing against his own dick, trying to keep it warm. Diesel picked up a
loose piece of rope and tied Karl's arms by the wrists behind the post,
locking lips with Karl to distract him. It worked. Diesel used a knot
that he knew Karl would be able to easily untie. But he also knew that
Karl would let himself stay tied up.
"We're gonna keep this ride goin', aren't we?" said Diesel as he put
his hands on Karl's shoulders, forcing the older man to a kneeling
position. Karl was still in a sexual haze and didn't realize what was
going on. Diesel started rubbing his dick around Karl's face, along his
ears, under his chin and into his hair. Then he fisted his dick and
started slapping Karl's face with it.
"Yeah! Bossman wants the hog, doesn't he? Look at the hog jumping
around excited about where he's gonna get to go. Look at the hog juicing
himself up...getting ready." Diesel continued to dickslap Karl. His
precum started to leave telltale drops on Karl's face. Diesel laughed as
he poked Karl's eyes with his dickhead every few slaps. Karl's body went
into autodrive and somehow knew what the next step was. He opened his
mouth, moving his head with the slapping trying to trap the monster.
"The hog will make you happy in a minute, boss. Let him jump around a
bit more. He always feels best riding down somebody's throat after he's
tired himself a bit hopping around."
Suddenly, Diesel's dickslit was hovering an inch from Karl's open
mouth. As Karl's hot breath rolled over the dickhead, a dollop of precum
spewed out and fell onto Karl's own rigid dick.
"Home to papa," whispered Diesel as he launched his missile forward.
Karl's mouth opened wide and sucked in the entire head.
"Rub your tongue around it,...yeah...yeah...keep doin' that...," said
Diesel, holding on to Karl's head, with his own tilted back slightly
staring off outside the barn.
Diesel then started pressing forward, urging Karl to take more. Karl was
fine with a few inches going in and out. When Diesel pressed for more,
Karl growled in response.
Pulling his dick out, Diesel leaned down and took hold of Karl's chin.
Spittle ran from Karl's mouth onto Diesel's hand. "Lissen up, boss. This
is gonna happen. You got off, and now it's my turn. You can enjoy this or
not, it's your choice. But don't gimme no lip...or teeth. Comprende,
senor?" asked Diesel with a smile. He let go of Karl's chin. Karl nodded
almost imperceptibly. "Good boy," said Diesel as he reached down further
and gave Karl a sloppy kiss, running his tongue around the inside of Karl's
mouth. "Here's your reward," said Diesel as he stood up and turned around
presenting his ass to Karl. He pulled his muscular cheeks apart and Karl
spied the winking pucker.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh," came out of Diesel's mouth as Karl's tongue starting
probing his asscrack. "Stick it in," groaned Diesel as he pressed his ass
to Karl's face, pressing the back of Karl's head to the post. Karl's face
was firmly pressed between Diesel's cheeks; his tongue darted in and out of
Diesel's asshole. He ignored the faint taste of shit. Diesel further
rewarded Karl by leaning down between his legs and stroking Karl's hard
cock which belched out a load of precum on the first pump, coating Diesel's
hand.
Karl got so close so fast, that Diesel only pumped him for about 60
seconds. He then had to let Karl's pulsing jerking cock rest for about a
minute before attacking it again. Fifteen minutes later, Diesel stood up
and turned around. Karl was so into sucking ass that his head was still
straining forward in the air away from the post seeking those warm cheeks
to be pressing on his face once again.
"Taste good, boss? You did a good job. Look how happy you made the
hog," said Diesel, holding his hardening cock in front of Karl's face.
Diesel brought his hand to Karl's face. The hand he'd been beating off
Karl with. It shone with Karl's precum. He shoved three fingers into
Karl's gaping mouth, allowing him to suck his own precum off the digits.
He then wiped his hand all around Karl's face and hair, getting rid of more
of the precum.
"The hog wants to go home again," said Diesel as he brought his
battering ram to Karl's lips once again. Karl's lips parted like the Red
Sea and Diesel's dick shot forward like a chariot over wet sand. This
time, he didn't care about Karl at all. This time he just wanted to fuck a
warm mouth until he came. This time he had Karl's head banging against the
post in no time, his dick never giving Karl a break.
Diesel's grunts were as loud as the choking gags that Karl made.
Diesel looked down at one point and was impressed that he was able to get
almost two thirds of his snake down Karl's throat. Every few strokes, he'd
reach down, put a hand on Karl's throat, shove forward, hold still, and
feel his cockhead in Karl's throat. Karl's body would spasm in response.
His head and neck were bright red. Tears streamed from his eyes. Diesel
just saw them as more lube for his ride.
As Diesel's climax approached, he grabbed his tits and pulled fiercely
on them, tugging them in time with his thrusts. He screamed as his load
barrelled out of his piss slit straight into Karl's stomach. Diesel always
had big loads. After two shots directly to the stomach, Diesel started
pulling his dick out. One of his many pleasures was the feeling of pulling
his dick out of a warm tight throat while he was cumming. He grabbed
Karl's head as the exquisite feeling took over his entire body. Finally,
once completely out of Karl's mouth, he shot a few more smaller spurts, one
landing on Karl's face, the other two on his chest. Karl of course had
pass out. His head hung limply to the side when Diesel let go of it.
"Yeah...this guy wants it," though Diesel.
Grabbing Karl by his ankles, Diesel pulled him forward so he was
stretched out flat on the barn floor, arms stretched above with wrists
still tied behind the post. Diesel could see that Karl was breathing
shallowly. He walked over, grabbed a long neck from the cooler, took the
cap off, and downed it without taking a breath. He walked back over and
stood over the prone figure. He had the urge to piss and debated about
letting go on his boss, but figured if he was still passed out, he wouldn't
wake up from the warm piss hitting him and Diesel didn't want his boss to
miss out on that. Instead, he got down on the ground and laid on top of
Karl. Diesel enjoyed the contact with his boss' hard warm body. He really
was hot for being 36 years old. And he was definitely hotter than that
bitch of a daughter he had, Diesel thought. Guys could take so much more
than women. And they were always more grateful for what Diesel had to
offer.
"Wake up, Mr. Vronski. The hog is real proud of the way you treated
him. You were real good to him...real good. Rides not over, c'mon, wake
up. It's time to have some more fun," whispered Diesel into Karl's ear as
he slid his body on top of the prone figure, grinding their crotches
together. Diesel started kissing Karl. He ran his tongue around and in
one of Karl's ears, continuing to whisper encouragements. Karl started to
come around and finally opened his eyes.
After realizing where he was and what had just happened, and seeing
Diesel's smiling face hovering inches about his own, a groaned,
"Nooooooooooooo," came out of his mouth.
"No? Did you say No, boss? That's a bad boss. That's a word only I
say. Your job is to say Yes. Isn't that right?" asked Diesel as he
reached down to squeeze and pull Karl's dick and balls. Karl's eyes
slammed shut in pain.
"I can't hear you, boss," said Diesel as he really yanked on Karl's
package, amazed he didn't pull it off.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!" screamed Karl.
"That's a good boss." Diesel released his hold on Karl, moved both
hands underneath Karl's ass, and started caressing it gently. "You got a
real nice ass. I've always liked watching it while we worked. It's a hard
ass. It's a man's ass. It's mine."
Diesel stood up, found his gym bag and pulled out the same tube of
liquid Karl had seen him use when he fucked Reilly. Stifling the urge to
beg No to Diesel, not wanting to feel that excruciating pain in his crotch
again, he just started telling himself that it just wasn't going to happen.
Someone would walk in the barn and stop this. They had to.
An empty tool belt was on the floor. Diesel folded it together and
shoved it underneath Karl so his lower back rested on it. This propped
Karl's ass into the air. Diesel pulled Karl's legs up and spread them
outward, bending the knees so his bare feet were flat on the ground. On
his knees on the ground between Karl's spread legs, Diesel poured lube on
his hand, set the tube down, rubbed his hands together and then started
rubbing Karl's trench with both hands.
"Yeah, a real man's ass. I can tell. This ass has never been shaved.
This ass has never been licked. This ass has never been pleasured. This
ass has never been Dieseled," said Diesel as he poured more lube on his
hand and started rubbing Karl's asscrack even harder. His movements slowed
so that only a few fingertips were rubbing back and forth along Karl's
asshole. Then it was just one finger, running a small circle around the
tight puckered hole.
"Tell me what the next step is, boss...tell me," said Diesel.
Karl stared at Diesel, the fear mounting in his eyes. In spite of his
situation, Karl couldn't help but be impressed by Diesel's body kneeling in
front of him - he seemed to have muscles everywhere. His forearms were a
traffic jam of veins and he had one long fat vein running the length of
each bicep.
"Tell me," Diesel whispered.
"You're gonna...."
"I'm gonna what, Karl...what?" asked Diesel as his finger pressed
Karl's pucker.
"You're gonna put your finger...in my ass?" asked Karl shakily.
"Right! And for being such a good boss and giving the right answer,
I'm gonna do it all gentle so you can really enjoy it," said Diesel as he
pushed just the tip of his finger inside Karl's hole, then took it right
out and continued the one finger circular rubbing of the hole. He poked
his finger in again, and took it out again. He did this over and over,
each time inserting more of his finger. Finally, he shoved the finger in
and held it there. Karl's ass clamped on it.
"Now I'm gonna move around a bit in there and you're gonna get a big
surprise."
Diesel probed for Karl's prostate and hit it hard accidentally. Karl
breathed in sharply and jerked his upper body, straining the ties on his
wrists, "Wha...?" came out of Karl's mouth when he could catch his breath.
"That's your joy button, boss. Only guys have them. It's why guys
like you love to get fucked up the ass because they love getting that
button pushed...like this," said Diesel as he pressed again. Karl jerked
and moaned. Diesel added a finger. Karl's asslips opened and closed
around the fingers as they moved in and out.
Diesel leaned forward between Karl's legs, crotches pressed together,
but didn't stop the fingering. The men kissed again, this time slowly.
Their lips stayed together for a couple of minutes, tongues dancing.
Diesel lifted off Karl's face stopping about a foot above.
"Open your mouth," Diesel whispered. Karl parted his lips. Diesel
let a huge gob of spit fall from his mouth into Karl's. Karl swallowed.
Diesel brought his mouth to one of Karl's ears and whispered, "You are one
hot man, boss." Diesel's mouth moved to Karl's chest where he started
swirling his tongue over Karl's nipples, going back and forth between them.
They hardened instantly. Karl moaned. Diesel sucked real hard on the left
one while at the same time removing his probing fingers from Karl's
throbbing hole. His fist grabbed his hard dick and pressed its tip to
Karl's opening. At the same moment he pushed his dickhead into Karl, he
bit down hard on the nipple he'd been sucking. Karl let out a high pitched
scream.
"Sorry, boss, the beginning is sometimes a little rough. It'll be
good now, just let yourself feel it." Diesel moved up, rested his hard
torso onto Karl's and started licking, kissing and chewing all around
Karl's neck and chin. He pushed another inch of his stalk into Karl. Karl
let out a whimper. Diesel pulled completely out of Karl, covered Karl's
mouth with his, and shoved half his dick into Karl's pucker. Karl's scream
vibrated Diesel's cheeks as he refused to unlock their mouths. Diesel
started a slow sawing motion - in and out - every few pumps, getting more
of the hog home.
"Oh...oh...you were made to house the hog, buddy; you were made to do
what you're told," said Diesel as he sat back up on his knees. He grabbed
each of Karl's knees for balance as he continued his slow fuck...in and
out...in and out. He started lightly running his hands up and down the
inner part of Karl's upper legs.
"The hog wants to go all the way home, boss. Let him go there, OK?"
said Diesel as he stared at Karl, thrusting a bit harder each time. And
each time getting another part of an inch of the hog into Karl. On his
part, Karl was aware enough to realize that Diesel's dick going in and out
of him was actually feeling good. He stared at Diesel's body in front of
him. Sweat was running all over the muscleteen's body. His blonde locks
were plastered to his head. Each time Diesel shoved forward till Karl's
rectum could take no more, Karl's eyes would widen a bit, hungrily eyeing
how Diesel's fat pecs would jerk and ripple.
"The hog wants it. And you want it. I can tell. It feels good,
doesn't it? What you're doin' for my dick, only a guy can do. And when
the guy wants it, wants it bad, it's the best ever. Here we go...home to
papa!" said Diesel as he shoved forward harder than he'd been pushing the
last ten minutes and he bottomed out. Karl's hips shot upward and his head
leaned back on the floor. Diesel pulled out almost his entire dick and
then slowly shoved it back in, all the way. Karl let out a long low moan
during the Diesel's entire trip inside.
Diesel leaned forward and put a hand on each of Karl's pecs and
started fucking Karl in earnest. His hips took over as he pounded. Karl
started to see stars as his vision started to white out. He went into
overload and thought he'd never return. The amount of sweat the two were
producing caused Diesel's arms to slip off Karl and land on the barn floor
on either side of Karl. Diesel's head was hanging above Karl's. He wasn't
really focusing on the man beneath him, his focus was on keeping this
feeling going as long as possible.
Karl was now letting out a short sharp blast of air with each of
Diesel's hits. Sweat poured from Diesel's torso onto Karl's. Diesel's
pecs hung obscenely above Karl, drops of sweat poured almost non-stop from
the hard pointed nipples. Diesel finally looked at Karl's face and saw the
look of utter ecstasy and pleasure as his head moved on the floor with each
pounding thrust. Now he was sure that this was just what Karl wanted. He
loved topping a guy who loved to be topped. He smiled as he thought,
"Extra points for bein' a virgin!"
Karl's eyes looked at Diesel as the smile broke on Diesel's face. He
smiled up at the teen's grin. Diesel spit. And spit again. Karl's tongue
travelled around his own lips, collecting as much of Diesel's load as
possible. For his part, Diesel got back to the business of passing GO and
collecting $200. His fucking went into overdrive and then he felt that
sweet sweet tingle in his twinkie. He shoved the hog all the way in and
started to unload. After a few pumps, he quickly sat back, pulled out and
held his hot wet slimy cock as he shot the rest of his load onto Karl's
heaving torso. When he was down to a drip, he fell forward, again covering
Karl's body. They kissed each other hungrily.
"Ya know what? We got one more thing to try," mumbled Diesel during
the kissing. With one hand he reached down, pointed his half hard dick to
Karl's ass once again, and moved in like it was an old apartment. The
sweat and cum locking their torsos together had them sliding a bit on each
other. Karl groaned during the kisses and once again, felt something new
for the first time that evening. Something inside him. Something warm.
Diesel was pissing inside him.
"Like that, boss? Like that warm feeling? Well, I got a load for you
tonight."
Diesel sat up again and started rubbing Karl's hairy 6 pack. Karl's
face started to show surprise then discomfort. "I know, I know, you're
fillin' up. I'm almost done. You can do this, boss, you can do this.
Take it. Hold it."
As Diesel reached the end of his piss, he could feel some of it
leaking out of Karl's ass around the base of his dick. It was his first
piss after all that alcohol...and it was a long one. He could see Karl's 6
pack, bulging slightly with the load of liquid forced into Karl's
intestines underneath.
"I'm gonna pull out now and what you gotta do is squeeze your ass
really tight. Go ahead, do it," said Diesel. A couple of seconds later he
felt that fantastic squeeze around the base of his dick that under other
circumstances would lead directly to a fuck. But he was just about through
with this one. He'd really stumbled on a real fuck pig with this one, and
wanted to give him one more piece of raunch.
"OK, now keep that squeeze up as I pull out. That's it, keep
squeezing...harder...harder!" Diesel was all the way out. He stood up,
grabbed Karl's ankles, slowly lifted his legs in the air, as he walked
backwards, one leg on either side of Karl's prone body below him. The
whole time he mumbled encouraging words to Karl to keep up the squeeze.
When he was standing on the barn floor, back to the post where Karl's
wrists were tied together, he had Karl's legs in the air pulled toward him
and spread so that Karl's body was almost standing on its head.
"OK, boss, shoot that load!" Karl had been holding his breath. He
released it as he relaxed his ass muscles. The mix of piss, cum and ass
juices shot out in an arc away from the two men like a fountain. Diesel
smiled as he saw the amount and force of the stream. "Fuck! I didn't know
I had that much in me!" he thought. It was a constant stream for about 20
seconds then it stopped. Then a geyser of liquid shot up about a foot and
joined the rest of the liquid streaming across the barn floor. Diesel
pushed Karl's legs away from him allowing Karl's body to slam to the floor,
legs spread.
Diesel picked up Karl's shirt and began wiping himself off. He threw
the shirt onto Karl saying, "Here, a souvenir. You can smell it or suck on
it next time you want to beat off. I gotta go home now. You untie
yourself and leave when you want. I'll look for a bonus on my next check.
And we can continue doing this stuff, as long as the bonuses keep getting
bigger...and I've got the time."
The whole time Diesel was talking, he was getting dressed. As he
walked toward his bike he looked back at Karl who was still lying on the
floor, his back to Diesel. Little spurts of liquid still pumped out from
his ass. "Oh, yeah, this guy is hooked on the hog," thought Diesel as he
grabbed the handlebars of his bike.
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stories that you like. Please feel free to give me suggestions for
situations that Diesel could find himself in. Tell me things you'd like to
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