Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an144495@anon.penet.fi (Black Velvet...)
Date: Fri, 18 Nov 1994 21:31:07 UTC
Subject: Re: Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota [m/m] Free4All #1
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After a day of fishing and drinking a six-pack of
beer between us that night, I was horny as hell. 
Skip wasn't exactly what you would call bright,
and I had him buck-naked before he knew what
hit him.  I got him talking about the size of girl's
tits and shit, then talked him into having a
pissing contest.  I took a leak before we started,
because the one who pissed the lease had to
suck the other one's cock - get it?

Not having pissed, Skip unbuttoned his fly,
reached inside his white Jockeys, whipped out his
thick piss-hard cock, and spewed a long stream of
yellow liquid yards into the darkness.  "Well,
champ," I said, falling to my knees, "it's time for
me to pay up.  You won fair and square." He
grinned a goofy grin and grunted, and I chowed
down on his hard cock as if I had been doing it
all my life.  As he was bucking his hips and
thrusting his rod down my throat, I pretended he
was Brick.

After a couple of deep draws on his shaft, he
unloaded into my mouth, making me gag and spit
out his come.  Not as stupid as I had thought, he
said, "You cheated.  I heard you take a piss
before we started."

"So?" I said nonchalantly.

"Now ya have ta let me cornhole ya." I know it
sounds dumb, but that's what butch guys used to
call buttfucking.

"Take off your clothes and bend over," he
ordered.  I did, expecting the worst, but was quite
surprised when Skip rimmed my virgin asshole.

Spreading my bubble butt apart with his big jock
hands, he dived right in, tonguing my hairy
crack and asshole.  Man, it felt so fucking good
having that hot tongue lap the inside of my juicy
rectum; that alone could've made me come.

Continuing the thorough rimming of my ass, he
took each one of my hard, round balls, put them
into his hot mouth, and sucked them till I thought
they would fall off.  He seemed to enjoy eating
my butt so much that I felt like I was missing
something.

"Tell ya what, Skip," I said, panting.  "You've
been such a good sport about this, how about my
eating out your hole in the name of
sportsmanship?" He nodded and shucked off his
jeans and white briefs.  While he stopped to piss
again and wasn't looking, I took his underpants
and put them to my face, inhaling the raunchy but
erotic smell of a day's worth of sweat and a young
man in heat.

He took the piss from his 9 1/2-inch whopper,
then walked over and planted his jock-butt in my
face.  I closed my eyes, stuck out my eager
tongue, and plowed into his huge, round cheeks;
his pungent, curly crack hairs tickled my nose,
and his musky jock hole drove me insane. 

My tongue must have reached his prostate,
judging by the way he yelped and fisted his thick
rod, shooting another wad.  Oh, well, I thought,
so I didn't get fucked.  I was saving that honor for
Brick, anyway. 

Wrong!  This come machine was still hard.  "Get
on all fours like a dog," he barked, spitting into
his hand and slicking up his shaft. Reluctantly, I
did as I was told, and before I could say "Jack
Frost," he'd greased up my ass and plunged
through my asshole like a hot knife going through
warm butter.

"Beat your meat, and it won't hurt as bad," he
cooed as he pumped me hard and fast. Grabbing
my hard cock, I took  his advice and throttled my
rod, enjoying the pounding.

"Clamp your ass tight," he cried.  I squeezed my
sphincter with all my might, turning my face
beet-red. He slapped my butt like the rump of a
horse, and his hairy, sweaty, baseball-size nuts
echoed the sound as I felt his hot juice fly up my
canal and into my guts.

He reached around, his fist forming a tunnel
around my inflamed cock, and jerked me off. 
The burning in my ass stopped, and I tingled all
over as I blew my load onto the dewy grass.


He started the car, but I reached over and turned
it off, saying, "You dumb fucker. I do want you.
I did this to get back at you and Betty Ann." My
hand fell to his hairy leg and eased up his white
tennis shorts. He inhaled deeply, then leaned
back, scooted down in his seat, and spread his
legs.

The crickets' chirping and our heavy breathing
filled the otherwise quiet summer night. Brick's
cock twitched, and he sighed as I undid his shorts
and shoved my hand inside his white briefs. I
ran my hand around his hairy balls and up his
hard shaft. He slid back the black vinyl bucket
seat of his burgundy 1967 Mustang and ran his
fingers through my short, golden blond hair as I
swallowed his ten-inch cut cock whole.

"Let's get out of the car," he whispered. I jumped
out, stripped, threw my shorts, my Top-Siders,
and the remains of my shirt back into the front
seat and walked around the car to meet my naked
lover.

Instinctively, he bent over the hood and pulled up
one leg, allowing me access to his puckered
pink rosebud, surrounded with silky black hair.
His saliva-slicked dick swelled ominously
beneath him, threatening to explode as the tip of
my hot tongue teased the wrinkled edges of his
asshole.

"Fuck that hole with your tongue," he grunted as
he pulled his cheeks apart so that I could forge
deeper into his jock hole. After I'd reamed him
out, leaving  him wincing and writhing to the
point of climax, he arched his back and blasted
globs and globs of jism across the burgundy
hood.

Watching him come and feeling high off the
smell of his sweaty butt, I reached down to grab
my rod. "Here, let me," he said, then gripped it,
making goose bumps rise and my flesh tingle. My
nuts hardened and tightened up into my scrotum,
and I felt a warm sensation rise up from them,
along my long shaft, and through my piss slit
before spurting sticky sperm across Brick's meaty
thighs and legs.

Hot and horny, we didn't stop there, devouring
each other's hungry flesh.  I bit and sucked at his
neck, leaving purple passion marks, then chewed
his rasinlike nipples, making him howl at the
full moon.

About to peak again and hot with lust, Brick
pushed me facedown over the hood, put his index
finger to his mouth, wet it generously, then pried
open my tight ass lips, shoving his finger in up
to the knuckle. I whimpered as he rotated it and
stretched my pulsing hole farther than Skip had.

His bare feet shuffled in the pine straw and dirt as
he steadied his rock-hard whopper and
pierced my assring; his big cut knob popped
through, rendering me helpless.  Placing his
hands in the small of my back, he leaned forward,
thrusting his ten inches all the way up my hot ass. 

Drops of man sweat fell from him onto my back
as he plugged me like a battering ram. His
sweaty palms slipped and slid up and down my
back, and he plunged ever deeper into my
bunghole to rub against my sensitive prostate. My
swollen cockhead dribbled precome from its
dilated slit.  I knew this couldn't last, but I prayed
that it would.

Brick climbed upon the hood, and we slid across
the well-waxed finish.  In sync, we purred and
hummed like the fine-tuned engine of his
Mustang.  He pulled out, rolled me over on my
back, then jabbed his big rod back inside me.  I
wrapped my legs around his tight, muscular waist
and churned my inflamed cock.

The vintage Mustang squeaked like rusty
bedsprings as he pumped me into the twilight
zone.
"Almost there," he hissed, then groaned,
"O-o-oh...shit!" His swollen member erupted with
a vengeance, coating my raw hole with hot jock
cream.

"Oh, yeah, yeah!" I yelped, squirting my long,
glistening ribbons of come all over Brick's hard,
hairless pecs and washboard stomach and dotting
his silky black pubic bush.

He palmed the underside of my aching, spent
cock, forcing out the last drops of cream while
emptying his own cock by grinding it hard against
my sore butt.  We rested in each other's arms,
pledged our undying affection by making love
again, and watched the sun come up as we bathed
in the park's pond, washing off the odor of sweat
and sex.


"What the hell you staring at?" he demanded. I
could swear that I saw an intent look of interest
deep in his eyes, which he was barely able to
hide.

My own eyes were wide open. "Man, you got
some heavy-duty equipment," I answered, not
caring what I said anymore. I had gotten him to
this point. If it ended here, I would still be in
heaven. Just seeing that enormous bulge in those
shorts was enough to supply me with a year's
worth of jack-off fantasies.

"What the hell do you mean? You sound like I'm
some fucking pussy you just seen naked," he
said, throwing his jeans onto the bar and slowly
walking over to me. I watched his bulge swing
with each step his hard, muscular legs took.

"Man, you're no fucking pussy, that's for sure." I
kicked off my boots and stepped out of my
jeans. Then I yanked my shirt off over my head. I
was standing there in just my underpants.

Jake walked behind the bar. My eyes followed
him every step of the way.  Somehow he had
gotten his jeans off without removing his
construction boots.  Man, did he look hot!  The
combination of his black T-shirt clinging to his
hard back with those white Jockeys clinging to
his tight ass and those butch-looking boots
walking away from me was the stuff of wet
dreams.  His ass was prime, two firm mounds of
white cotton with that dark haze running down
the small  of his back and into his shorts.  What I
wouldn't have given to go up behind him and run
my hands down the inside of those shorts, slowly
sliding them up and down those perfect hairy
legs.

He opened up two more beers.  When he came
around from behind the bar and handed me mine,
he had a wide grin on his face. "Man, you got a
hard-on," he said, still grinning. "Just like when
we were kids at Miller's. You were always
running around with a boner in your shorts."

"Yeah, I guess I did, and I do now," I said, feeling
embarrassed at not being able to hide my
attraction for him. My cock was there for anyone
to see, hard and poking out against my shorts. I
could see a trace of wetness at the head. I pressed
my hand on it and enjoyed the feeling,
bringing my legs slightly together.

"Shit," Jake said, resting his hard ass against the
pool table. "It's been so fucking long since I got
laid, I probably can't even get it up anymore."

"I doubt that."

"I'm serious, man," he said. "Hell, I don't even
bother jerking off, anymore."

"I bet you a beer that you _can_ get your dick
hard," I said, getting even more excited at the
thought of seeing the thick bulge that was staring
up at me grow even larger. At this rate my
shorts were gonna be soaked with all my precome
seeping into them. My hand reached down
instinctively to pet my throbbing cock, aching for
release with this hot man.

Jake took a health slug from his can.  He gave me
a funny look, possibly remembering that night
in the stockroom.  By this time I was so fucking
horny, I didn't even wait for him to take the bet. 
I stepped in front of him and looked at his
rock-hard body leaning there so seductively.  I
knew that I was the first guy who had ever gotten
him in this position.  I was ready to break him in,
too.

"You mean _you're_ gonna get my dick hard for
me?" Jake asked, laughing and trying to act
macho in front of me. There was no denying the
anticipation behind his laughter.

"That's exactly what I'm gonna do," I said in a
serious tone, to let him know this was the real
thing. It wasn't like that night when I copped a
feel; I was going all the way with him tonight.

Jake shifted slightly against the pool table and
rubbed his hand across his crotch. "Give it your
best shot, bud," he said, placing his can of beer on
the table, leaning back, and resting his hands
on the table by his sides.  When he spread his
thighs, his shorts stretched snugly across his hefty
nuts, and my mouth watered at the thought of
wrapping my lips around them.

I cupped my hand against the pouch of his shorts
and squeezed gently.  His cotton-covered nuts
filled my entire palm.  Jake leaned his head back
and moaned deeply.  The feeling of his body
heat pulsating through his underwear was sending
my brain into overdrive.  I wanted to yank
those shorts off his body, but I wanted to savor
the anticipation of getting him down to wearing
nothing.  I slowly fingered the cloth and ran a
finger just inside the leg of his shorts, feeling the
swell of his nuts.  I pressed my hand against his
cock and discovered that Jake was right - it was
soft.  The moment my hand touched it, however,
that piece of killer equipment started coming to
life.  The way it was filling those shorts up, I
wondered if his Jockeys could handle the size of
him without tearing apart at the seams.

I put my hands on his knees and slid down
directly in front of that enormous bulge.  I could
see where his cock was beginning to wet his
shorts in anticipation of my hungry mouth. 
Looking up at Jake, I could see him watching me,
gripping the sides of the table firmly.  I slid my
tongue over the outline of his cock.  Opening my
mouth wide, I planted my lips over his dick,
gently gnawing at it with my teeth through the
fabric.  I could feel Jake's body shivering.

I licked over every inch of that white cotton,
going even beyond his balls as far back toward
his ass as I could reach.  Jake was moaning,
spreading his thighs as far apart as he could and
moving his body in rhythm with my mouth.  I
slurped my way down until I had his nuts in my
mouth, breathing my hot air onto them.  Grabbing
Jake around his waist, I pulled his cock as far into
his mouth as his briefs would allow me.

"Hey, Phil," Jake said between gasps, "I'm gonna
shoot off if you keep that up." His voice never
sounded so sexy. It had a rough, gravelly tone,
almost like a smoker's voice.

""You sure got hard quick, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered in disbelief. "I can't believe
it took a guy to do it, though."

I ran my fingers inside the waistband along his
stomach, causing him to shiver again.  When my
fingers reached the rough patch of his pubic hair,
I wanted to reach down and jack myself off
against his legs, but I wanted to see him shoot his
stuff first.  Just thinking about all those
months that had gone by since he had jacked off
or fucked anyone got me excited, knowing that
it was gonna be a load as huge as his cock.

I pushed my hand farther into his shorts, moving
down along that rock-hard cock until I reached
his ball sac.

"Oh, fuck," Jake moaned, writhing. "I don't know
how much more of this I can take."

His balls felt like two soft, luscious handfuls of
heaven. "How's that feel, Jake?"

"Great," he said roughly.

His cock was poking out of the top of his shorts,
wet with precome.  I continued playing with h
is nuts and sucking his dick through the white
cotton.  He pushed his cock back into his shorts,
making a pup tent for me to play with.  I took his
cock into my mouth and slowly fingered his
balls, which were growing tighter with the load
they were aching to release.

"Oh, fuck," he said again, yanking his shorts
down and kicking them off.

I ran my tongue over his sweat-soaked nuts and
all the way up his shaft to the head of his cock. 
When I reached the top, I took it all the way
down my throat.  Jake's legs began to quiver, and
he started moaning.  His hand gripped my head as
my mouth worked up and down the meaty shaft
of his dick.  When I felt his cock starting to
pulsate with the load that was coming, I released
him from my mouth.  I wanted to see his load
splashing all over him and the floor.  I went back
to working on his tight, come-filled nuts with my
mouth as my right hand continued to slide up
and down his rigid shaft.  His hands were
gripping me harder, and his cock was thrusting
like a bronco in my hand.

The first shot almost made me lost my own load. 
It went over my head and landed on the floor. 
I stopped sucking his nuts and concentrated on
yanking his cock until it was empty.  Jake was
heaving himself up from the pool table while his
cock was shooting huge strands of come all
over my hands, chest, and underwear.  I loved the
feeling when a large glob of his juices hit me
on the chest and ran down to the elastic band of
my underwear.

"Man, I can't take anymore," Jake said, as my
hand was still working his cock after it had
completely emptied his nuts. "I never had it feel
like that before. Shit!" he exclaimed, grinning
down at me like a schoolboy. "I didn't think it
could be this hot with a guy."