Date: Sat, 12 Sep 1998 15:34:31 -0400 From: Rob <rob@webspan.net> Subject: Hot Move My numbers were up and they paid 10 million dollars. I couldn't believe it, but now I was a millionaire. My first goal was to get the out of the one room apartment that I called home into something a little bigger. I picked a 4 bedroom Tudor, with 2 acres of land, built in pool and the works. To get this gem, I simply walked into the Realtor described what I was looking for and told them that I would pay in full. Two weeks later, I had my ideal home and yesterday, I moved in. Which brings me to the topic at hand. I had never been one to have anybody work for me, and believe it or not, the movers were the first. Every time I moved, I would rent the truck, beg my friends and cart my stuff from one small place to a slightly larger, small place. This time, I could hire movers. All I can say is that I wish that I would have done it earlier. If every move is like this one. They arrived at 9:00 am and my thoughts basically on the excitement of moving, I quickly directed them to the items on the list. There were a few things that I wanted to move personally, my valuables and my suck and fuck tapes and mags which I kept very separate from the pile of stuff I had for them. The last thing that I wanted was for a bunch of movers who I imagined as being burly homophobes to find my gay stuff and ruin the rest of my stuff and maybe even me. Not that I couldn't afford new stuff, but I did plan on keeping, and really liked what I already had, especially me without plastic surgery. You can never know, so I decided to play it safe and keep that separate. I knew simply by my looks and actions alone they would never pick up on me being gay. At five foot seven inches and 160 pounds, somewhat built and very manly looking, I would not have any problems. But as with all well laid plans, the unexpected always happens. After they arrived and started loading the truck, the reality set in and I slowly hit ground, which included noticing the movers. They did not look anything like I had imagined, which was big, ugly burly guys. Instead the three movers were huge and ranged from average to cute. The smallest of the group was 5' 10" and had to be at least 190 lbs. Mostly muscle, which was obvious from the tight T-shirt and jeans that he wore which held a nice sized basket and his meaty bubble but. The next largest was also 5' 10" about, but had to be 230 lbs at least. He had the cutest face, complete with mustache and beard all red. He definitely did not have a gym body and liked his beer, but was no slouch either. He was strong! His jeans clung nicely to his ass, and his buttoned down shirt showed off the light brownish hair on his chest. The largest of the three was only maybe 6'. He was your typical wet dream if you like bears. Black/grey hair covered his head and a thick mustache hid his upper lip. His arms were easily twice the size of the middle guy, and just as firm. He was wearing a buttoned down shirt which reveled a thick mat of hair on his chest which I imagined covered his whole body. He didn't wear jeans, but workers pants which clung to his thighs like a glove. They seemed to be loose in the waist for him, although he was at least a 40. However loose they were, no matter what angle I saw this man at he seemed to produce a bulge larger than no other I had ever seen. I simply counted it as the way the pants fit him, it gave him flattering creases that appear to be a big set of manlihood and not that it was he who was filling out the slack in the pants. I watched them for a while, which caused me to get hard, so I decided to pack and load my car with the stuff I wanted to move myself. Coming back from my car I noticed that they tipped over my desk and stuff from the draws had fallen out. To my horror, I saw that I had forgotten or looked over one mag, the piss mag, which lied open showing one hunk pissing in the mouth of another. I scanned the situation quickly and would have enough time to pick up the magazine before they came back to clean up the spilled drawers, or so I thought. As I approached, the middle hunk came into view carrying a box with his head staring at the mess on the street. Damn, I thought, what next. Beating me to the mess, he put down the box and picked up the mag first, took a good long look, folded it in half and continued to pick up the other stuff. By then the other two were on their way back. Feeling somewhat awkward, I told them that since it was all almost done, that I'll meet them at the other place. I waited back at the other place for about two hours, hoping all of the time that they weren't ass holes going to destroy my stuff. To my surprise, not one of them did anything but move in my furniture and boxes without any feedback. When they finished unloading the truck, the third guy said to me "and the last thing to deliver is this" while he handed me the magazine. I saw the other two standing behind him. You know, he says, this is where we get a tip. With their tip ready, I reach into my pocket and pull it out. The first one says, that isn't what we really had in mind, you pulled the wrong thing out of the wrong pocket. I smile. The third one grabs my crotch firmly, pulling me close to him saying, come here fag boy and we will show you. Defiantly, I push away. I like to be handled by a man, but not man handled. They were to get that straight. If it were the only straight thing in the room. With sternest in my voice, I said, "Yes, and this is the only tip that I plan on giving you.", as I handed out three hundred dollars. The larger one replied "You can keep the money little rich boy. What we are going to do with you, you will more than deserve it." Now I was scared. Wet dream or not, I didn't want to be raped, especially by them. I backed up. The little one was about to go after me, when the one in the middle stopped him and said, "I thought that you'd be into all of this. Hey it's not like you think. If you want us out, we will be gone. Just thought that a hunk like you might be into some fun." "Yea, some play. Saw the mag, did you see my ad in it. Page 26." The smaller, and obviously younger one looked puzzled. The middle one told him, "He thought that we were going to hurt him." "Oh..." said the first. Then the younger one said, "no, we were pretty excited to find a hunk like you, especially a gay hunk, never mind a kinky gay hunk, thought you were on to us because we didn't say anything but smile about the magazine." The reality of it all made me laugh. "I assumed the worse, are you for real?" "Yup, Do you want to?" Said the big one, almost in a begging voice. "I'd need my brain examined if I said no." "Great, Just one more thing while we are on the subject. I don't plan on doing anything that you don't want and vice a versa I am sure." I nodded yes. "But if you ask for it, and I know you know what "IT" I mean, and I start to give it to you and I won't stop. Understood. That "IT" you will have to learn to enjoy. If you don't ask, I won't give. I promise." "That's fine. I don't like to get fucked. No problem there." "Boy," the big one started, "that is my goal, our goal. To shove my cock up an ass. Have you beg for it, and then deliver." In a very obnoxious manner I repeated "I don't get fucked much, no desire, no problem." The big one laughed. "By the way, I am John, this is Bret", as he pointed to the middle one, "and over there is Rob", as he pointed to the smaller one. "and with that out of the way, take your clothes off." I heard him but didn't respond fast enough because the shout of "NOW" rang loud and clear. Was I getting into this. This dream was about as wet as the Pacific Ocean. But if he thought that he'd fuck me, what a disappointment he was in for. I took of my clothes as quickly as I could. Didn't want to make John any madder. I reveled my nice arms and cute tummy. No gym bunny was I, just a normal fit guy who played around with some weights from time to time.) From the reaction that I saw, there was definitely no let down. By Bret's command, Rob came over to me and started to lick my nipples. Made me instantly hard. His mouth was warm, and his tongue worked every nerve. I have had good, my ex was good, this was great. His mouth sucked and licked at my left nipple, while his finger and thumb worked my right. Firmly pulling until painful then letting up for a second before beginning again. My left nipple was in oral ecstasy, while my left in servatudinal bliss. Maybe it was because of the sudden unexpectedness, or the looks each of these guys had, either case mixed with his ability to make my nipples send electric shocks throughout my body, and any of which, mixed with my love of having my nipples played with, made it seem that there were no drugs known to man at this time that could make me feel any better. I closed my eyes. His hand moved from my left nipple to the vacant right. I moaned. Within the few moments he worked my right with his wanting tongue, John and Bret had reduced themselves to only their underwear and he, Rob, was naked. I didn't wonder how he took off his shirt without pulling it over his head and not leaving my nipple at the same time. At that point it didn't matter. But now in retrospect, how, I wanna know, so I can do the same. Bret then said "Enough Rob, from here on in you can watch and learn some more." John further explained to me that he was "in training" to be a... as he put it... "full top" like himself. That they found him as a loser, ready to pimp himself for cash, felt sympathy for him, and took him under their, or Bret's wing. He has come a long way. Looking at him, long wasn't the short of it. His T-shirt showed his chest and stomach perfectly. Nicely muscled, but his jeans certainly hid his manliness quite well considering. It was a large bulge to begin with, but how could that 12 inch piece of meat hide in that I thought. It wasn't thick, but very long, and his ball hung very low. In the mean time Bret told Rob that it was quitting time and why don't he go find us a case or two of beer. We are all getting thirsty. Rob put on his clothes. I looked again at the two movers, Bret and John. Bret was large, John bigger. Bret had a nice dusting of hair on his chest. John, was well covered. I wondered if he took a shower in the morning or vacuumed himself. Bret's bulge in his jeans, like Rob's, actually hid it's true size. He now looked about the size of Rob's but thicker. Much thicker. I was almost afraid of looking at John's. After his bragging and seeing his bulge, which I thought couldn't be real. Before I could get a chance to move my eyes downward, John told me to turn around. Like he knew what I was going for. As I did, my eyes glanced downward at his crotch, but he placed his hands in front. "You think I am going to let you see my prize after you rejected it?" John said. I felt a hand on my ass. "Oh no boy, like I said, I am going to make you beg for it." His finger slid up my crack. Not forcefully, but gently, and teasingly. I am not teased easily though. "I bet you'd like it in your mouth though boy. To bad it is too big to fit. Maybe just the head, Boy." His beard and mustache tickled my neck as he said this into my ear. He licked my neck, as I felt his fingers start to caress my balls. "mmmmm, nice boy." I felt him move slowly, removing his hand from between my legs to around my waist as he grabbed my hard cock. His tongue and mouth working my neck even more. "Big cock there boy, but there is bigger." Then another lick. "I'm gonna make you want it boy." and another lick. "Here is a tease boy." I slowly felt him lean on me. From his furry chest to his legs. All three legs. I felt his cock on my ass, it was angled down. It began somewhere right in my crack and stopped somewhere after the bottom of my ass. I didn't feel the head. Because of my meaty ass, the head of his cock was below that. I moaned. No way in hell was I to be fucked by that. It was big as far as I could tell. I heard Bret laugh at my moan, "Getting to him already." Not really, I thought. But was I wrong? John maneuvered to turn me and him around but still stay in the same position. By this time, Bret had removed his BVD's and was stroking his nice 12". It was thick. John started to squeeze my tits. He didn't let go thought when the pain started. Instead he got firmer. He pushed them down forcing me on my knees, while on my trip down, I tried to brush my back against Johns cock, but the pain seemed to keep my focus. Bret walked over. "Open up, I need a hot place to put this." I opened my mouth. John had let go of my tits, but the sting was still there. Bret's walked over far enough for the head of his cock to reach my mouth, but to my surprise he place his work boot covered foot on my groin and began to push into it. "Come on, take it." But the harder I tried the harder he pushed his foot into my balls. It started to hurt some. "Come on, you want cock, a nice loaded cock. Come eat." The pressure on my balls built as I struggled. Teasingly he kept me away. "EAT DICK I SAID" He yelled. I leached and impaled my mouth on his cock. Doing so caused some pain in my balls as he pushed. "That's it. Like a good hungry cock sucker on my dick. Show me how hungry you are. Come on, go deeper. Go deeper. I know, I know, you got my foot in your balls. Now show me how much you want my cock. Keep going. You can do it. Work for that dick. That fat, hot cock. Work for it." My mouth keep going down. Just before it became to painful, Bret removed his foot, but by this time I was half way down his prick. That was all that my mouth could take. He knew this by the choking noises I made. I tried. He liked the noises and seemed to orchestrate them because he'd place his hands on my head and push. I relaxed my throat, as he'd go deep. My lips were firmly planted on his shaft, and my tongue massaged every inch of that cock. I was in lust. It tasted good. Sweaty from a hard days work, but the scent of soap still lingered. He started to thrust his hips. With every thrust I wanted more, I began to impale myself harder on his prick. I felt his large muscular hand on the back of my head. He no longer needed to push my face onto his cock, further and further. I wanted it, I took it. "That's it boy, eat cock. Suck it down. Let me feel it. Let me feel that tongue. Yea, show me how much you want that cock." He'd repeat while I face fucked him. "Make it feel real good. Yea that right you cock sucker. Make it feel real good. Yea your doing it good. Ooh yea. Yea, that's right." I started to play with my dick when John kicked it out of my hands. "That cock of yours is ours. You keep off. Got it." I stopped immediately. "There is only one way for you to get off as long as we are here. Understand." I thought I did, but was too busy to respond. I continued to devour dick. Bret suddenly pulled out and said, have a beer as he handed me one. I didn't even realize that Rob had come back. But when I pulled off of Bret, I saw him sitting on the side sucking down a cold one. I stood up and looked around. Damn, John was not facing me as he put down his can and popped open another. He drank it like it were water and he were in the desert for a year. He popped three more, turned sideways and handed one to Bret and the other to me. While he did that I took a glimpse at what he bragged about so and started to understand why he bragged. Now, his stomach hangs over his waistband of his boxer briefs. Must stick out about a good three to four inches. His dick sticks out more. The creases in his pants were not fake. Very real. I knew that his cock was bent around the other side of his briefs, because I couldn't see the head. A chill ran down my spine. I heard him pop another beer and I guzzled mine down. I don't get fucked and not by a python I said to myself. He popped a few more beers, and we drank for a while, all the while he wouldn't face me. I even moved around the room to try and catch a better glimpse before he noticed me doing that and ordered me to sit facing the wall. "You understand what I said to you before, Boy." John said as he broke the silence. "Yes, there is only one way that I will get off and that is by your permission." "Not exactly, boy. Unless you want to call what I am carrying between my legs 'your permission'. Boy, I only get off by fucking, you understand." he said in a matter of factly manner. "Even the size queens run when they see me. Don't get off often, boy. Takes a real man, like you to handle me. Remember, I won't do it unless you beg. Gotta be good for both." It was almost like he was pleading. But a bat like that would take more than sympathy for me to get fucked. I heard another beer pop and John handed me a can, still on his sideways angle. It was warm. Drink it. I placed the can to my lips. The odor was strong. Very strong. I am into piss, but not like this. Not that I have never tasted piss before, but it was always weak beer piss, and only the last few drops. The seldom golden shower was my scene. "DRINK IT!!, It won't hurt you." I held my breath and tipped the can upward. The warm golden liquid ran into my mouth. Somehow I thought at first that if I filled my mouth it would all go away, but more was in the can. I swallowed. The taste was very strong, worse than the smell. I had that big hairy guys piss in my mouth. I got hard again. I realized it was a taste of him. I swallowed another gulp and poured more in my mouth. Every taste bud became alive with the acrid liquid. A part of me didn't want it, but another part of me kept pouring it into my mouth. I finished that can as fast as John finished his beer. No sooner, but another was handed to me. As I drank this one down, quickly, I heard the rest being spilled on the floor and a part of me became upset. Rob quietly sat in the corner. Facing the wall I forgot that he was there, but when Bret ordered me to turn around, I saw him slowly stroking his meat, smiling knowingly at me. What did he see? I started to realize something, these guys have a way of expanding me. They know what I want and help bring it out in me. My cock got harder. "Now try it from the tap." Bret said, and with that he put his cock by my mouth. "Open up." I did and put the head in my mouth. I knew what was going to happen next, and waited. Slowly another strong stream of piss hit my tongue, reorienting it to the flood that was to come next. I swallowed as he pissed harder. I drank feverishly, not wanting to miss a drop from this hunk of a man. "You like that." Bret said rhetorically, not wanting a response. As he finished he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. It grew into that large piece of man tool as before. "Your a man right." I heard John say. "A piss drinking, cock sucking man." I pulled my face off of Bret's cock to answer this time. "You bet your ass I am a man!" Before I could finish Bret shoved his cock back into my mouth, like a pacifier. "Now let me ask you again, can you take it like a real man. Do you want to take it like a real man. Can you take a MAN." I heard him loud and clear, I knew what he was getting at. I could take him I thought. I tried to pull off of Bret again, but he held me on. I do play with dildoes from time to time, and once I did have a large one. How big can he be. Let me show him. I am not sure if it were my hormones or ego talking, but I freed myself from Brets cock to answer. "Let me have it. I want it. Enough bragging and self pity. How big can you be anyhow." "Tell me how much you want it." "I want it." "When was the last time you'd been fucked." "Over two years, by my ex." "So you are really ready for a big cock? I thought you didn't get fucked, but your ex did." "I don't, but I can take it, and my ex was a different story." "You'd have to, but do you want it? Do you want a big cock like mine fucking you, fucking you hard. Because I want a man like you to fuck, like your ex. Understand?" And then he smiled. Bret walked away over to Rob. The room went silent. "No I don't understand. What I understand is that I can take your cock." "Lot's of men can take it, do you want it? Last time." I looked at him. He stood straight in front of me, his broad hairy chest and beer belly looming above my head. I had my chance but something told me to look up first. I saw his eyes piercing into me. He wanted me. That's when I saw it, he wanted me and wanted me to say I wanted him, and not just for this fuck. He didn't smile. I saw too much fear for that, fear of rejection hidden in his stern face. Why would anyone reject a man like this, must be his personality I thought. Then I looked down. He was HUGE. Had to be 15 inches and very thick. Maybe 3-1/2 inches wide. That's why. I looked back up, his face softened, and his eyes went right through me. I don't really get fucked, I thought and this guy is talking about a relationship. He smiled and something clicked. "One question for you now." I said. "What?" "You want me after only seeing me once?" "Time to go." John said and turned. Bret blurted out "Not exactly, see he works at the construction site that you work at. He saw you in the office and from that day he has been watching you like a hawk. Too afraid to meet you. Simply by luck you called the moving company I worked at, saw your paperwork lying on the desk and here we are. When that book fell out, John was like a school girl, should have seen this man reduced to a ....." "ENOUGH, time to go." John said again. My head was now swimming, thirty five years and only a lousy relationship to show for it and now all of this. I looked at him and stood up. "Where are you going?" "Out, I have had enough for one day." "So where do we go to dinner after you fuck me. I like to cook, but just moving in." I said. John turned around. Bret and Rob got dressed. "You don't understand, that stuff about a hard fuck, is true. I am a pretty dominant top." "But a pussycat outside the bedroom." Bret interjected. John returned it with a knowing but un-liking smirk. "Sounds like a good match so far." I responded. John walked up to me and firmly held me close to him. I felt him grow. I heard the front door close. Our lips locked and his hands quickly took off his clothes. He turned me around and pressed himself next to me. I felt his cock in my ass crack. I whispered, I want it. He walked over to the bag of beer and pulled out some lube. "Not a set up it really was for just in case." I smiled. I felt his wet finger probing my ass. It was thick, but didn't hurt. When he added the second one, I jumped a little as a shot of pain ran through me. The third finger now hurt. "Just getting you ready. He said." When he pulled them out, I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my ass. It was big. "Ready?" "Ready" With that he shoved it in with one full stroke. I screamed as he hugged me. The pain was really unbearable as I tried to escape. It felt like a hot pole was just stuck up my ass, and come to think of it, it was. He held on to me with his cock shoved fully up my ass, as the tears ran down my face. He nibbled on my neck again and said "I know, I know, just relax. You feel really good." I had him in me, and the pain started to subside. I felt his strong arms holding me, gently, firmly and caringly. He pulled out slowly. The pain came back as he shove himself firmly in. It hurt so good I thought. He pulled out again but this time I rammed myself back onto that shaft and it surprised him. I moaned, a mixture of lust, love and pain ran through me. I pulled off him almost to the tip this time and rammed back again. Faster and faster. The pain slowly was replaced by shear pleasure. I wanted him. He hugged me again and fondly kissed my neck and stroked my cock. He took over fucking me. Like he said he was a tough top, liked a good hard fuck, but little did he know how much caring he put into it. He fucked me like this for at least a half hour. I don't know, I lost track of time. All I do know is that I came three times, and after each I didn't want it to stop. That was definitely a first for me. After the third time, he pulled out and I licked his balls while he shot all over my head and face. Gallons. John and I are still together and that is 20 years later. He owns the construction company, with NO help from me and I still work for it, even thought I don't have to. Besides, lunch time is always a great meal. 14' sausage and recycled beer. Who could ask for more, and I thought that hitting the lottery would only make me money. Who'd of known.