Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2012 01:45:04 -0400
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: harry styles perversity part 4

***This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the
true sexuality of individuals involved.***

Hope you guys enjoy it. Remember to send in feedback or any other comments
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Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans over the tiniest pair of briefs with
which he just wiped up his cum-soaked body, Harry zipped up his favorite
hoody over his naked torso and snuck out of his bunk. All of his bandmates
were snoring away, and the bus driver was deep asleep as well. Slipping on
a pair of flip-flops, Harry quietly snuck out into the open air. The One
Direction bus was literally in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the
Southern states.

BEEP.

A text message from Harry's cougar girlfriend back in the UK.

"Miss you honey. Can't wait till you and the boys are back in the UK so we
could have a proper shag. I'm horny for your beautiful cock inside me. Give
me a call when you have a moment? XOXO"

Harry quickly deleted the message, not wanting to even think about shagging
his woman and her pussy and her tits so soon after cumming to a video of
himself getting fucked senseless by a big muscle stud. Leaning against the
side of the bus, he couldn't help but pull up the video again, and scrolled
ahead to the part when Berke was slamming the entirety of his sweaty body
into little Harry on the couch, with Harry's legs stretched wide and toes
flexed, furiously and pathetically begging for more cock inside his boy
cunt.

Fuck! Harry stopped the video. He was insatiable and addicted, and he was
hard again. He had only been with men twice, both with Berke while at X
Factor, but their two sexcapades and the little video (2 hours and 58
minutes of hardcore fucking) from Harry's first time had gotten Harry off
hundreds of times since. He headed towards the gas station, hoping to get a
whiskey or vodka or something that'll just knock him out for the rest of
the night.

Fuck! It was 3:15 AM - of course the gas station would be closed. Harry
roamed back towards the rows of trucks and buses.

"Kid! How old are you?!" A man in the shadows behind a large truck blurted
out, startling Harry. His voice gruff. "It's awfully late...!"

"Umm, yah..." Harry's heart jumped and skipped a beat. "Umm, I couldn't
sleep."

"The man slowly emerged into the faint gas station light. "Where're you
from? What's that accent?"

"Umm...," Harry was hesitant, but noticed the guy was swigging from a
flask.  "The UK. What you drinking?"

"Haha!" The man roared, a deep, guttural chuckle. He was probably late 30s,
if not a great looking 40-something - tall and really muscular. Red beard
with a denim jacket over plaid shirt, tight jeans and big dirty
boots. Piercing green eyes oozing sex and heat and cockiness. Harry's cock
jumped. "Why, Jack Daniel's. You want some, kid?"

Harry blushed, his cock swelling as the man stared him up and down in the
darkness.  "Well... I just wanted a night cap..."

The man laughed more, "Kid, you need a glass of warm milk, not whiskey. How
old are you!??"

"I'm 21!!" Harry lied and tried to put on the charm and smiled sheepishly
as he got closer to the man, his heart pounding., cock swelling, hole
twitching.  "Come on, man!"

"Lies."

"Umm.. ok... 19..."

"HAHA! Try again!"

"Ugh! Fuck off then!"  Harry was getting irritated. He didn't like to be
treated like a kid or with condescension. In any case, his nerves got the
best of him and started to turn away.  "Whatever dude!!!!"

"Hey hold on!" The man yelled after Harry, noting the teenager's plump ass
clad tightly in those skinny jeans.  "Easy there, I'm just playin'! Here,
have at it."

Harry pretended to give the older man a dirty look, hoping to sense
something, anything behind those piercing green eyes. His heart was ready
to burst out of his chest. His asshole was quivering, and his cock was
juicy and chubby again, obscenely contained by his skinny jeans. Summoning
all his courage, Harry pretended to give the man a light-hearted and
playful shove, "I'm 18, douchebag!" His cock jumped as he felt his
fingertips bounce back from the hard, thick pecs contained under the man's
clothes. Trying to smile as innocently as he could, Harry took a large swig
of the whiskey, wincing at the pungent, sharp taste.

"HAHA! You look not a day over 15," the man laughed cockily and amusedly as
he watched the hot boy twink before him take another swig of the whiskey,
his own 10 inch cock already rock hard and straining to burst out of his
own jeans. Seeing Harry giggle, wiping the whiskey from his lips with the
back of his hand, the cheeky grin, the man reached out and stroked the
teenager's cheeks, sending chills down to Harry's toes and fingers.

"Wait!" Harry suddenly froze as he grabbed the man's arm.

"What, kid? Thought this is what you wanted?" The man's handsome smile
suddenly turned hard. Green eyes still staring into Harry's own, the man
reached down and unzipped his jeans, unleashing a 10-inch cut monster -
obscenely fat and already dripping into the dark, open air. Harry gasped as
he smelled sex permeate the close space between them, still frozen. The man
leaned in, smelling of whiskey and oozing heat and masculinity and sweat,
"You can touch it if you like..."

After taking another deep swig, Harry placed his trembling hand on the
cock. He was overheated, and his own cock was ready to burst from
excitement. His anus pulsed, quivered and ached for something, anything:
his boycunt was hungry. The man's tool was hot, greasy and thick, like a
beer can from the base to the head. Harry closed his hand barely around it
and felt the man unzip his hoody and lean into his teenage torso, inhaling
Harry's smell and sweat.

"(Stroke it, kid,)" The man commanded with hushed whisper as he breathed in
the scent of this boy, sweet smelling with whiffs of sweat and boy cum. He
reached down with his rough palms and gently explored Harry's lean torso,
touching lightly every piece of naked flesh his fingers could get to. Since
his first time with Berke, Harry had hit the gym pretty hard. His body lost
most of its baby fat and is nothing but lean, teen muscle, respectable,
full pecs leading down to lightly defined six pack abs down to a 28 inch
waist. To his pleasant surprise, the man discovered, Harry's ass was firm
and plump, almost too incongruent to be contained in the 28-size skinny
jeans. Harry gasped as he felt the man's gentle tongue on his sensitive
nipples and gripped the beer can cock harder. Harry started pumping the
dripping tool. All 10 inches.

"(UGHN!)" Harry squealed into the open air as the man suddenly bit his
nipple, hard, and shoved the wanting boy against the side of his truck. The
man proceeded to nibble and chew and bite Harry's left nipple in a frenzy,
grunting between breaths. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his
toes flexing in the flip flops. It was this feeling he has craved, to be
used and abused by a muscle daddy. He jacked the stranger's cock faster,
with both hands as his nipples received the animalistic assault, his voice
rising higher and higher, more frantic. His own cock ready to cum if the
man would just even breathe on it. "(FUCK! UGHHN! HARDER! YAH! FUCK! UGHNN!
UGHNNN!!!!)"

"(shut up, bitch!)" The man growled as he tore himself away from Harry's
plump boy tit and shoved his tongue down Harry's eager throat, tasting the
boy's breath and saliva. "(damn you're a hot kid!!!)"

"(OH SHIT! FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN UGHNNN!!")" Harry panted into the hot muscle
daddy's mouth between gasps for air as his hoody got torn off and tossed
aside into darknes. The man's rough hands were everywhere, groping little
Harry's neck to his smooth, toned back, invading the boy's tight abs, slim
waist line. The hands found what they were looking for, Harry's greatest
asset, two perfectly round mounds of boy ass. The man slapped Harry's ass
repeatedly, elicting squeals of pain and pleasure from the dirty little
slut bitch. "(UGHNN! OH YES!!! FUCKK! FUCK! HARDER!)"

"(I said be quiet slut!)" The man whispered between grunts into Harry's
assaulted mouth as he unbuttoned Harry's jeans and basically ripped apart
Harry's little boy briefs. He reached behind the whimpering boyslut to the
prize, Harry's hot, smooth boyhole. He pressed his middle finger inside
Harry and immediately felt the boy quiver, shake and scream into his
mouth. The man shoved his finger in further and began finger fucking the
boy roughly, and felt Harry shake and buckle against him, dry screams
barely escaping their intense kissing. Harry was on his toes, trying to
keep up with the wild intensity of the larger, older man, hanging on to his
incredibly muscular arms. His ass was on fire and he wanted more. All of
it. Harry began grinding his ass onto the man's middle finger, trying to
get the man to go deeper into his boypussy, all the while gasping and
moaning, begging for release. "(make me cum, daddy... ughnnn. Ughnn...make
me cum with your finger in my ass... deeper daddy ughnn ugghnnnn harder
right there RIGHT THERE UGHNN uUGHNNNN!N!!!!!!)"

Suddenly, the man backs off from Harry, taking in the sight before him: a
sweaty, cherubic sex demon, nipples swollen, ass falling out of the tight
jeans and a long, dipping uncut cock about to pop. "(Got ourselves a wild
one here, FUCK this boy is hot!)" The man thought to himself. Harry was
flustered, embarrassed by his own begging words, angry that his boy hole
was so eager and hungry, pissed that the man stopped so abruptly. "What the
fuck man!?"

The man stared at the pissed off, horned up boy in front of him, beet red
out of heat and shame, and his own cock ready to burst and coat this boy's
face and/or inside with loads of his cum. The man leaned in to Harry,
"(let's go to the back of my truck...)"

"(...)" Harry stammered. He just wanted to cum, plus he was afraid of what
more could happen. His asshole twitched. A stream of precum now hangs
lewdly from the tip of Harry's cock.

"(I can tell you're a screamer...)" The man continued as he began stroking
one of Harry's nipples. "(I'm gonna fuck you so hard till you cum over and
over again, I want you to scream as loud as you want, slut... get on into
the back of my truck...)"

With that, Harry obediently picked up his hoody and followed the man to the
back of the truck, walking awkwardly because his ass and cock were still
hanging out of his jeans.

"(get on it there boy)" the man grunted as he slapped little Harry's now
red ass cheeks and pushed the lad face first into the big, black box,
landing on all fours. As Harry picked himself up clumsily, giving the man a
clear view of his hairless, perfect ass crack, the little winking pink
hole, the man discreetly took a picture with his phone, unbeknownst to
kid. With the picture, he texted out: "u wouldn't believe this wild hot
trick I picked up 18 y/o euro uncut amazing ass HUNGRY HOLE total screamer
cute as pie sub HORNED UP AND DRIPPING ALREADY. Join us asap. My truck. I
got all the equipment we'd need"

To be continued!!!!

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