Date: Thu, 03 Jun 1999 01:34:21 CDT
From: The ONE <newsy88@hotmail.com>
Subject: Louisiana Nights

Okay, the legal stuff.  If you aren't old enough to read this stuff, you
know it already so scram.  If you are old enough, please enjoy and write me
at newsy88@hotmail.com and let me know what you think.

Louisiana Nights
by 
Jackson Scott

I had been working in Louisiana for over six months and had yet to taste
the exotic life of New Orleans, when one Thursday I decided the time had
come.  I threw some clothes in a bag and headed down through Bayou country
in my cherry red convertible.

I guess I should introduce myself.  My name is Parker and most of my
friends call me Park.  I stand 6'5" and weigh about 200 pounds.  Jet black
hair, green eyes and a mind made for sin.  Plus, I've got a nice 8 inch
mantool that has no trouble attracting company.

Anyhow, back to the story.  I stopped in one of those convenience stores
that seems predominant in the South.  You know the kind, usually with a
praline log or two for sale, birth control discreetly in the corner behind
the cashier and of course, a gas tank.  I stood at my car filling the tank,
just sorta taking the passing traffic in when this big 4x4 pickup pulled up
on the opposite side of the pump.  It was covered in mud and the guy who
got out looked like he had been wallowing a bit himself.  He glanced at me
and said howdy, and I did my proper business routine of simply giving him a
nod.

I was watching the numbers flash by, while giving him a once over.  This
guy was built like a brick outhouse.  Tiny waist, legs that went on for a
mile and a chest that you could bounce a quarter on.  I felt my cock
stirring inside my shorts and suddenly my head filled with images of the
two of us fucking like two bitches in heat.  Of course I never would say
anything to him because in Louisiana you don't approach until you are
approached.  That was the other reason I wanted to get to New
Orleans....everyone was approachable.

I was lost in my thoughts when I realized the guy had said something to me.
I winked and simply said "huh."

"Your nozzle has clicked off.  You don't want to get any pusholine on that
beauty."

"Oh, yeah, thanks," I said trying hard to keep from blushing at the
thoughts I was having in my head.

He suddenly stepped over the island and began towards me and he whistled
shrilly, causing others getting gas to look our way.  I could tell nothing
embarrassed this stud.

"Man, that is one hot car!  I bet she'll fly like hell."

"Yeah, the speed is nice, but sometimes the gas mileage is a bit awful," I
said looking at the $21.00 I now owed the store.

I turned and walked towards the door of the store as he went back to his
own tank.  I paid for the gas, grabbed a praline log and a Dew and went
back outside.  When I got back in the car, Mr. Mud Stud was heading back in
my direction.

"Hey man, you from around here?"

"No, I'm from over near Lake Charles.  Heading to N'orleans for the
weekend."

"Hey that's cool.  Umm....You wanna ride me around," he bashfully asked.

"Well sure thing stud, find us a hotel and I'll ride you all night long," I
said with a grin on my face.

"I though you were one of my people.  Follow me."

He went to his truck and got in and he pulled by he flashed his grin at me.
I couldn't believe what I had said to him, and I couldn't believe I was
going to follow him.  When he pulled out of the driveway, he headed back
towards the Interstate and when he started over the overpass, I thought
that this would be my last chance to escape possibly being brutally beaten
by a hick or worse, dead.  This was only a few months after the gay man in
Sylacauga, Alabama had been beaten by two backwoods boys.  Buy something
about this guy seemed different from the bashers and I decided to take a
chance, following him on down the road until he turned into a driveway of
what I must say was once a beautiful sugar cane plantation.  He pulled up
to the big house and shut off his engine and jumped down out of his truck.
When I pulled up beside him, he came around and opened the door for me.

"Oh what a gentleman, you are," I said.

"Well a big hanging man like you deserves people being nice to you.  Now,
let's go inside and play."

He headed up the steps of the mansion and I followed watching that
beautiful ass in those tight, tight Levis.  He unlocked the door and I
gasped when I stepped inside and saw what was a recently renovated
historical splendor.  He laid his keys down on the entry hall table and
took me by the hand.

"Come on in here babe and let's have us some fun."

"Lead the way mud stud."

That's when he looked down and realized just how dirty he really was and he
said he should go shower and told him not to worry about it.  We went into
a side room and I had no sooner stepped in when he whirled around and
covered my mouth with his own snaking his tongue down my throat.  It was
then that I realized that this Southern beau stood taller than me, and that
is very rare.  He caressed his hands down my back until his hands came to
rest on my own ass and he began to knead my cheeks together under the
flimsy fabric.  I pulled away and said something about undressing.

"Now you're talking boy," he said shucking his shirt revealing an 8-pack
and pecs that stuck out with such a protrusion, Marilyn Monroe would have
turned green.  I immediately launched into an attack one of those nipples
while giving the other a nice twist.  He moaned raised his head to a tilt.
I kept sucking and took my hands and began to fumble with his belt buckle.
You know the type.  They are the size of dinner plates.  When I finally got
the buckle undone, I grasped the bulge that was thrusting through the denim
demanding to be release.  I kissed down his chest and stomach tasting his
salty, sweaty man taste.  Obviously, he liked to get as dirty as possible
and I loved the aroma.

"You gonna lick me clean or are you gonna unleash my dick?"

"I'm gonna suck you dry and when you haven't got any jizm left, I'm gonna
suck you some more."

With that I pulled down the zipper and let the jeans fall away revealing 10
inches of the hardest mandick I've ever seen.  I took the head in my mouth
and began to swish my tongue inside my mouth, while slowly working it
deeper into my mouth.  I pulled back and then went deeper, causing my boy
to moan louder.  The head made me gag at first as it crossed that
supposedly forbidden path, but I finally got use to it.  After about 10
good minutes of working on it, I felt his nuts on my chin.

"Motherfucker, you've got it all in." he exclaimed.

"Mmmm...." was all I could muster as I pulled off and went on again.
Finally, my jaw popped and I knew I had done all I could do for now,
without making a trip to the ER to have my jaw wired shut.

"Stud, I want that ride now."

"Let's do it babe, get your ass over there."

There was this odd looking piece of furniture that was shaped in a way that
I could sink to a feather cushion and rest my upper body on the back.  This
way, the stud fucking me could keep on his feet and drive that much deeper.
I was wriggling my ass around when I realized he was not there.  I turned
my head and saw him walking towards me with his bow legged self.  I had not
noticed how he walked until now.

"You walk with your knees far enough apart to drive a Bug through them,
how'd you get so bowlegged?"  "Like this," he said straddling my back.
"Plus there's a nice fat boy down the road who likes it up the ass.  He
weighs about 300 pounds, and is flabby as hell, but that ass is heaven."

"Oh really?  Well you haven't had mine yet."

"I'm getting there sugar, just hold your water."

I felt him dropped down behind me and pull my cheeks apart.

"Nothing like a nice pink hole winking at you," he said.

I felt the stubble on his face begin to tickle my ass as he began to lick
around the hole.  Ever so often his long tongue would dart deep inside me
and I would only arched my back and moan.  After much licking and teasing,
he began to go deeper with his tongue....causing my cock to turn purple
from the sensation.  I reached to jack off but he push my hands away.
Finally, he pulled away from ass licking his lips and then in a sudden
burst that scared the hell out of me, he brought his hand down on my ass
cheek and let loose a yell.

"YEE-HAW....that is the best tasting manpussy I've ever eaten.  But I think
that hole needs something bigger than my tongue, so sugar, brace yourself,
because we're going for a ride."

"Do it stud, fuck it, make me your bitch.  I am a manpussy and you are the
man."

He squatted across me again and positioned the head at the entrance.  Ever
so gently, he pushed it in, telling me to relax and take it easy.  I was
whimpering because this was the biggest thing I had ever put up my ass.  I
bit down on the back of the chair and my eyes began to water.  He stopped
to give a chance to adjust.

"Breath baby, you're not breathing."

"Just fuck me boy....don't worry about the pain, just push it in."

He didn't move and I knew the quicker he was in the quicker the pain would
end.  In a move that surprised him, he pushed back and virtually impaled
myself on his hard staff, causing me to rear up and that's when I felt his
arms embrace me and he began to pinch nipples while kissing the back of my
neck.  After a moment of us in this position, he began to push me forward.
I fell back down and he squeezed my hips as he pulled his cock back out.

"Here it comes babe"

"Do it."

With that he gave a quick thrust driving his cock as deep as he could
giving my inner nut a bang.  His rhythm picked up and as our bodies made
contact, there was that sweaty skin making contact with skin sucking noise.

"Breath baby....you've got to breath.'

"It's just...just so wonderful....harder....fuck me harder boy.....all the
way in....I want it deeper."

"You wanna go deeper than this?"  he asked pulling his cock almost out of
my ass.

"Yes, I've got to have it deeper...that cock is wonderful...please fuck me
deeper....push it in as far as you can."

He pulled out and told me to get on my hands and knees and pull my knees as
far forward as I could, which caused my ass to jut out at an angle, with my
face laying on the floor and my arms splayed out.  With that he began to
poke his fingers into my ass.

"This is what I call a bo-hog fuck.  Me and the fat boy do this a
lot. Let's me go nice and deep."

"Oh God, yes, just do it."

With that he stuck the head back in my ass and gave short thrust.  In this
position, he had total control, while I simply moaned.  He was squatting
over me with his legs wide open and his hands were using me for support.
His thrusts began to lengthen and he was grunting.

"Damn, bitch that's a tight hole...how you like my big horsedick filling
you up....all you guy from Lake Charles like it this way, don't you?  Nice
and hard..."

"God, harder...please..."

He grabbed me by my love handles which allowed him to go even deeper.  What
I had not noticed was that my own cock had slipped between my thighs which
was pressed into my stomach....the friction began to build and the harder
the fuck, the harder I fucked my own thighs.

"I'm gonna cum....fuck me harder..I'm cummmmminnnnngggg."

"Yeah, baby, cum...damn your ass is so tight."

His breathing became shallow and suddenly his thrusts became long and hard
and that's when I felt the head of that monster cock explode inside me
washing down my intestines with manjuice.  We just sorta rolled over with
my ass still impaled.  With us laying flat on the floor in a spoon
position, he began to rub my own cum all over my stomach while we kissed.

"Don't move....in a second, I'll give you something real special."

"I can't move."

After about five minutes in that position, his softening cock was still
somewhat in my slippery ass.  Suddenly, I felt a warmness spreading inside
me and realized his pissing was filling me.  He kept his hand on my stomach
and said he could feel it ballooning with his piss.

I laughed as he pulled his cock out and we were both covered in cum and
piss.

"Still wanna go to N'orleans?' he asked.

"Not now, so what do you suggest?"

"Let's get your bag and spend the weekend in bed."

"Sounds good to me," I said as he again began to kiss me.

________________________________________________________

Well, tell me what you think of the story, and trust me, I can take
criticism.