Date: Thu, 06 May 2010 10:08:57 -0700
From: johnnymiles@johnny-miles.com
Subject: Beercan Meat

All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. Story was
previously self-published in A Stroke At Midnight: 2. Copyright 2010 Johnny
Miles. For more information on the author, please visit:
http://www.johnny-miles.com


Beercan Meat
by Johnny Miles

I saw him walking through the aisles of Key Food, my local supermarket. He
wasn't the type of guy I normally go for. For starters he looked grungy,
had a rounded belly and wasn't that pretty. But there was something about
him. A certain pigginess, if you will.
	He was close to six foot tall and kinda chunky with a stocky
build. He wore a baseball cap, black tee-shirt and white shorts. His
forearms, thick and beefy, were hairy, just like his legs. They were nice
and chunky, too, with a nice shape to them. As for his ass... let's just say
that baby had back. Lots of it.
	But when he turned around, I fell in love. He was going commando
and I could see the outline of a very fat dick, nestled against a pair of
hefty balls.
	I guess he must have felt me staring because he looked up at me as
I passed him in the narrow aisle, reaching for his box of Pop-Tarts. He
caught my gaze, glued to his crotch, and looked back up at me.
	"You like?" He spoke with an accent, but I couldn't place it.
	Embarrassed, I grabbed a hold of my shopping cart and disappeared
around the next aisle. But since we were going in opposite directions, I
was unable to escape him. I saw him several times as we went up and down
each aisle, from one end of the supermarket to the other.
	I did my best to look away from the thick slab of cock each time he
turned at the opposite end of the aisle. But I was so irresistibly drawn to
his version of male camel toes I couldn't stop looking. And, despite the
fact that I tried to avoid eye contact, I could feel his stares and sneers.
	With each passing aisle, his cock grew harder, until finally, by
the dairy section, I realized that his hard dick was the proverbial beer
can I'd heard of but had never experienced for myself.
	The desire to see it, to touch it, was great; but not nearly as
much as the urgent, raw and hungry desire to suck it. In fact, I was so
aroused I could hardly breathe and I trembled inside. My own cock was
painfully hard.
	"You cocksucker?" The stranger asked next to me while I inspected a
dozen eggs. His voice was barely a whisper. I looked up at him, into dark,
piercing eyes. Then I looked down at his crotch to see him fondling his
balls. I swallowed nervously and looked back up at him. He truly wasn't the
prettiest man in the world. In fact, some might have called him
homely. Others, especially in the circles I traveled, would have blatantly
called him fugly.
	But there was something about him. And it wasn't just his cock,
though that was certainly my biggest interest at the moment.
	"Look!" He indicated with his lips. I glanced down and saw the head
of his prick, deep purple and incredibly fat, poking through the bottom of
his shorts. My eyes opened wide and my jaw went slack. I licked my lips
like the greedy cock pig that I was and hurriedly glanced around to make
sure no one saw.
	Shocked, I pulled away, dropped the eggs in my cart and rattled
away with a panic.
	At the register, I tapped my foot impatiently while awaiting my
turn. Then I felt him staring at me. I glanced up and saw him two aisles
down, placing his groceries on the conveyer belt. He licked his thick lips
lewdly at me and I felt myself blush.
	The boy at the counter couldn't bag my groceries fast enough for
me; so I helped him. I was practically hyper-ventilating by the time he
handed me the last bag. My asshole was already twitching and my throat was
convulsing as if already sucking on the slab of juicy, uncut dick meat. I
longed to be on my knees servicing the huge cock of the homely man more
than I cared to admit. He was pushing all of my buttons in a very big way.
	And yet, as turned on as I was by him, I was also quite embarrassed
by the fact that he aroused me the way he did.
	I shoved my bags into my two-wheeler and pulled it behind me as
quickly as I could. I felt like I was running away from the devil himself!
	But fate was against me as I made for the exit.
	An old lady toddled before me, her two plastic shopping bags
brimming with purchases. There was no room in the narrow exit to pass
her. I had no choice but to wait.
	As the electric sensor made the doors swing open, a cool blast of
air shot in from outside and I felt better. But as I was stepping through
the door, someone crashed into my cart, behind me, and bumped my ass.
	I spun around. He stood behind me. He had pushed his cart against
mine.
	"Why you run away?" He grinned perversely.
	"Leave me alone!" I shot past the old lady, practically knocking
her down. But I couldn't shake him. I glanced over my shoulder and watched
as the man's meat bounced up and down. My knees went weak and I started
salivating while the size pig within me was forced to slow down.
	"Why you run away?"
	"I'm not running away. I just . . . you surprised me, that's all."
I looked up at him but he showed no signs of understanding.
	"You want come back my place? Not far."
	I looked him over from head to toe. At any other time, I would have
said no. He wasn't the type of guy I would be seen with at night, let alone
broad daylight. But my eyes fell to his cock once more and my mind was made
up. I looked around to make sure no one I knew was watching. Then I nodded.
	He broke into a grin. "Good. Come." He jerked his head, indicating
the way.
	Two blocks later we were walking down an alleyway between two
buildings. The ramp to the alley descended almost a full floor below street
level and I wondered where he was taking me. Then, as if he had read my
mind, the man turned.
	"I am super tendant. This my place," he said.
	Christ! I thought to myself. Not even a man with a real
apartment. What the fuck am I doing?
	But I knew it was the image of that beer can dick, trapped within
the confines of his white shorts, that kept me from leaving as I walked
into the small, studio apartment in the basement of the building where he
worked.
	He pulled out a set of keys, unlocked one of the doors and pulled
his cart in behind him. I followed and placed my cart beside his.
	"My name is Mauro. I am Brasilero."
	"Brian."
	"I like you, Brian. You like big dick?" Mauro stepped close to
me. I nodded. "I have big dick. Very fat. You want play with it?"
	Mesmerized, I reached out and stroked the outline of his cock just
beneath the thin material of his shorts. His balls were unbelievably huge
and squishy and his cock was the thickest I'd ever felt.
	"You cocksucker, yes? I fuck your mouse. Then your ass. You like
get fucked? Cum in your hole?"
	His direct crudeness and the fact that he sounded uneducated,
combined with his blue collar job, as well as his poor attempts at
pronunciation, brought out something in me I didn't even know existed. I
wanted to be debased. Humiliated. To be used and taken. Just so long as he
did everything he said he wanted of me.
	I looked up at Mauro. At his stained, yellow teeth. I cringed at
the thought of them clicking against mine. There was a certain smell about
him and I could tell he was a bit ripe. Probably hadn't showered in a
couple of days.
	And yet, surprisingly, I was not repulsed. I was astonished at how
far I was willing to go for Mauro's fat, beercan meat!
	Mauro took my hands in his and looked at them. "You have small
hands. I like boys with small hands. They make my dick look very much
bigger. It excites me." He rubbed one of my hands over his shorts. I didn't
pull away.
	"You know... I... I've never been fucked by anything this big before!"
	"S'okay, baby. I go slow. Don't worry." I hesitated, but Mauro
pushed down on my shoulder. I sank to my knees as he pulled his shorts off
and let them fall.
	"My God!" I admired the big, fat monstrosity as it sprang up before
me. Unwashed or not, it was worthy of worship from even the lowliest of
cocksuckers.
	I opened my mouth and looked up at Mauro as I licked at the head of
the thickest, fattest piece of meat I'd ever seen on a man.
	The taste made me tremble and I started to drool.
	My jaw opened wide and my lips stretched until I thought they would
rip as I began to suck his meat down into my throat. But I had to stop and
get used to it. There was a lot more meat left.
	I eased off a bit, caught my breath, then went back for more. This
time Mauro helped. He grabbed me by the ears and pumped into my
mouth. After a couple of tries, and with determination, the tip of his meat
finally tickled the back of my throat.
	But there was still more meat to be had. It was only a couple of
inches but I wouldn't be satisfied until I had the entire length of Mauro's
thick, long shaft balls deep down my throat.
	I wrapped my thumb and middle finger around the base of his prick
but the fingertips didn't meet. I opened my eyes and stared down my nose to
see the sight before me. I moaned with the challenge, his thick, tightly
curled pubic bush mere inches from the tip of my nose.
	I pulled off his dick one more time and caught my breath again. It
was impossible to breath with his cock in my mouth. But I was determined.
	I opened my mouth again and wrapped my stretched out lips around
the huge head. I stretched them as wide as I could and relaxed my jaw even
more. My throat muscles worked around the head of his dick as more and more
of his meat slid past my lips and burrowed into my throat. I swallowed more
of his meat and, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Mauro grabbed
the back of my head and plunged the remaining inch down my throat.
	I moaned out loud, feeling my lips brush the metal cockring he
wore. My nose was in his sweaty bush. I sniffed and nearly came on the
spot. Mauro was definitely a bit on the ripe side.
	"Look at me." Mauro said. I did what he asked. "Good boy. I like to
see cocksucker choke. I have big dick, yes? It's very fat. I did not
lie. You like it?" I nodded since I couldn't speak but only managed to blow
snot through my nose and all over his groin.
	Nonplussed, Mauro held the back of my head in place with one hand
while wiping at the snot on his belly with the other. He wiped it into my
hair as he continued to pump his big, fat meat in and out of my aching
mouth.
	"I like you Brian. I like your small mouse. It makes my big dick
look very much bigger. Yes?" I closed my eyes and let him pump me full of
meat, surprised to find even his mispronunciation of words and thick accent
a turn-on.
	His fat balls were so huge they didn't sway. Instead, they squished
against my chin.
	Mauro continued as I felt myself growing more and more light headed
from lack of oxygen.
	"I'm happy you have small mouth and small hands. Boys with small
hands and small mouths, they see big dick like mine and see challenge. They
want to take it. All. Like you. Cocksucker!"
	I moaned again, delirious that he was using my mouth for his
pleasure. Strangely aroused at the fact that I could barely breathe for the
huge cock skullfucking the air out of my lungs.
	"I come now!" Mauro cried and held on to the back of my head as he
pumped his cock even faster. I tried to pull back, dangerously out of
breath now, but I couldn't pull away. Mauro held me firmly in place.
	And I could barely inhale. All I could do was wait.
	When things started to go black and I felt myself growing faint,
Mauro's growl brought me back.
	His cum sprayed the back of my throat and he released his hold on
me. I pulled back just slightly. Enough to be able to breathe. My lungs
were burning but I loved the feeling of being used as his cum
receptacle. The fact that he was slightly chunky and not very well groomed
only added to my feeling of a rutting pig.
	I swallowed his tangy load as spurt after spurt filled my mouth to
overflowing. After a moment, he sighed and pulled his cock from my suckling
lips. I felt such a void as he slapped my face with his spit and
cum-drenched bat. It was still as hard as a rock.
	"You eat ass?" Mauro asked and turned around before I had time to
answer. He leaned over and presented me with his hairy forest of an
ass. Without thinking, I pulled his musky cheeks apart and parted the dense
hair to expose his funky hole. I buried my face in the crack and my tongue
darted out to tease his puckered entrance. Mauro sighed with great
satisfaction and cut one.
	I was shocked and disgusted. The strong gust of hot air against my
tongue was repulsive and yet I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him.
	"Sorry, pretty Brian." Mauro excused himself, grabbed the back of
my head and rubbed his ass up and down on my face, holding me in place
until, once again, I could no longer breath.
	When I finally managed to pull away, Mauro turned. His cock was
throbbing and raging.
	"Get up!"
	He took my hand in his and led me to the kitchen table a couple of
steps away. With his free hand, he swept the top, spilling everything onto
the floor.
	"Here." Mauro patted at the table. I climbed up on it with his
help. I lay flat on my back and held my own legs up in the air. My ass hung
off the edge of the rickety table and I saw Mauro disappear as he dropped
to his knees.
	His tongue found my tight, pink hole and I moaned at the sudden,
and very wet intrusion. He was one of those men that produced a lot of
saliva. As I relaxed more and more, the lips of my boycunt pushed out,
welcoming the invasion of his thick tongue and the sharp teeth that bit
down on my rosebud. The man definitely knew what he was doing as he worked
to loosen me up, lapping at my hole until it felt as if it were drooling
with it's own saliva.
	Then something strange came over me.
	Very deep within me something started to shudder. A feeling of
warmth spread through my body, filling me with a feeling of happiness, joy
and relaxation. It almost felt as if I were getting stoned. Then I trembled
and shook, only on the inside. I could have sworn something broke within me
because I felt like I was taking a piss, or cumming. But through my
butthole. It was as if I had cum internally.
	Mauro stood a moment later, his face wet, glistening, and
grinning. He looked pleased with himself as he poked at my hole with his
fat fingers.
	"I make you cum in your pussy! Like girl. Now you are ready to be
fucked."
	Mauro pressed the fat head of his cock against my slobbering
hole. I pushed out, against him, as if I were going to the bathroom.
	But my hole wouldn't open.
	Mauro went down and ate my hole some more. I could feel his saliva
dribbling out of me, the anal juices I had discharged onto his face.
	We were both breathing heavily by his third attempt. I was so close
I knew that the next time he pressed his cockhead against my shitter, I
would probably come.
	But I fought the urge. I didn't want to cum just yet. At least, not
until he shot his load inside me and I was milking him of every last drop
of Brazilian seed.
	Mauro pushed again and, this time, I felt my ass lips yield to his
pressure at the fat head finally split me open. I screamed as his huge,
fat, thick meat impaled me.
	And still I wanted him.
	Mauro kept pushing and a burning, throbbing heat spread through
me. I opened my mouth to scream once more and found my lips covered with
his thick, sweaty palms. I looked up at him in a panic and he just grinned
down at me, an eyebrow arched.
	He kept pushing into me, ripping my hole apart.
	Almost as soon as it started, a warmth began to envelop me. The
incredible pain of being skewered by his thick cock bordered on
pleasure. My hole throbbed hotly and I found myself panting.
	But I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be stuffed.
	"Oh my God!" I cried aloud. "Oh... my... fucking... God! Fuck me, Mauro!
Just keep on going, baby! Don't stop until you shot that hot load inside my
cunt! Just fucking spread my legs and split me wide open! Seed my hole!
Breed me like the fuckin' whore that I am!"
	"Okay!" Mauro clutched at my thighs and started pumping into
me. Slowly at first, as if he was close to the edge himself.
	Pulling out was no problem. Pushing in really hurt. But I didn't
care. Gradually, my hole spread wide enough so that inch by agonizing inch,
the entire length of his meat was buried balls deep inside of me. I felt
his pubic bush graze my balls and I reached out to touch my asshole. It had
never been stretched that wide before. I could feel him throbbing inside
me.
	"I come inside you, Brian."
	"Now?" I asked, praying that he could hold out just a little while
longer.
	"Yes!"
	"Do it, then! I'm close, too, Mauro!" I demanded through grit
teeth. He could always fuck me again. Provided I wasn't so appalled and
ashamed at myself that I went running.
	Mauro grabbed my cock and pumped it a couple of times as he prodded
my prostate. His fist was hot and moist as he continued stroking me.
	The sensation was too great.
	I cried out as I came, sperm spurting high in the air and landing
on my chest. Then he cried out, too. The inside of my rectum was bathed
with hot, boiling cum that burned as I worked my ass muscles to milk
Mauro's fat cock of every last drop.
	Long after he'd shot his wad, I felt as if he had given me his soul
as well as taking mine.

It's been 15 years since that first encounter. His English is better, but I
really don't care. The only language I care about, Mauro speaks very well.
And I know he doesn't stray cause I give him my hole anytime he wants. Even
when I'm not in the mood for it, Mauro just takes me.
	My friends all thought I was crazy for falling in love with a man
like Mauro. He wasn't attractive, he had a blue-collar job, and he was out
of shape.
	But they just didn't understand the power and magic behind the
sexy, unattractive Brazilian with the enormous beercan meat.
	Those that truly knew me said I only fell in love with his dick.
They said it would never last. Those I cared about most, I had over for
dinner so they could at least get to know Mauro a little better.
	And their reaction was always the same: Yes, of course Mauro's
nice, but...
	Until he dropped his pants.
	Mauro wasn't shy about his cock. And with a dick like his, who
would be?
	Every last one of my friends that saw Mauro's cock, always, and
without question, dropped to their knees -- to service -- to worship that
magnificent piece of meat I fell in love with.
	And afterwards, -- after they experienced the most fulfilling fuck
of their lives -- after he'd seeded them with his hot, Brazilian cum, they
finally understood.