I know when most guys hear the words "blonde stud" they conjure up some clean shaven twenty-something with blue eyes, a smooth chest, & a hard little body. Not me: that look, while appealing (I guess) just strikes me as...nondescript. After all, clean shaven twenty-something with blue eyes, a smooth chest & a hard little body also describes Paris Hilton or Jessica Simpson: pretty little things that I have zero desire to fuck around with!
Now when I think "blonde stud," I think of a Viking. Maybe a Minnesota Viking. A big bruiser with a gut on him that has tufts of blonde hair covering his beefy tits & belly. A full-grown man with a stache that maybe hasn't shaved in three or four days. A hunky number that has a thick foreskin covered schlong sprouting out of his musky blonde bush. A guy that's been around for more than eighteen years who has the kind of experience that makes you thank him even as he rips your asshole apart with his prick.
Now that's the kind of blonde I go for...
It had been storming heavily for four days. After being cooped up in my apartment eating microwave dinners & jerking off over an old porn magazine, I was bored. None of my regular fuck buds were around & the thought of hitting a bar just didn't appeal to me. I wasn't in the mood to nurse a beer while I cruised a crowded room & did the whole bar chat thing. I just wanted to get it on with a hot number...no fuss, no muss.
I threw on a light raincoat over my jeans & tank top & reached for the car keys. I did a quick assessment of myself. I could've used a haircut, my dark goatee needed a trim & I hadn't shaved for the past few days but fuck it. I figured I'd go out, get my whanger sucked, & be back in time to catch "Cell Dogs" on the Animal Planet channel.
I pulled up to the adult bookstore, got out of my car & ran thru the deluge to the entrance. By the time I pulled the door open I was soaked. I ambled up to the cashier's station & nodded at the dude behind the register as I started to dig out some bills for tokens.
"Forget it pal," the man sitting behind the counter grinned at me, "we're the only two people in this place!"
"Oh shit," I muttered in frustration.
The man smiled sympathetically then folded up the newspaper he'd been reading & stood up. This guy was huge! He loomed over my 5'7" frame as he leaned towards me & said, "Sorry pal, guess this shitty weather's been keeping everyone home...if you're here to only watch a movie, be my guest & hit the arcade, no charge."
I was so busy studying this piece of beef I had almost forgotten where I was. He was well over six feet tall & must've weighed in at close to 290. With his thinning closely cropped hair & dark blonde moustache, I figured he was probably in his late 40's. He had a big solid gut & an even bigger chest! His light blue chinos showed a promising lump in the crotch. He looked more like a dockworker than a cashier at a dirty bookstore.
When I glanced up at his face again, I knew I had been busted checking out his package. He gave me a little smile then crossed his arms over his chest making his biceps bulge. I studied the anchor tattoo on his fur covered forearm. I stared at the light brown hair that spilled out of his polo shirt. I again looked him in the face but this time held his gaze.
"So we're the only two here?" I asked needlessly as I ran my eyes from his crotch to his face again.
"Yeah," he said in a low voice, "I bet I could even close up shop for a while & no one would be the wiser."
We continued to eyeball one another across the counter. By now, both of us were resting our hands on the counter top next to each other. I slowly moved my right hand & placed the sweaty palm over his huge furry paw.
Breaking into a wide grin he grabbed a key off a hook on the wall & stepped out from behind the register. He, walked over to the door & after flipping the sign to "Closed" turned the lock. He threw the light switch off, turned around, & slowly walked up to me. He enveloped me in his massive arms & leaned down to gently placed his lips on mine. I moaned in pleasure as his fat tongue pushed its way into my hot sucking mouth. We kissed for several minutes before he pulled back.
Giving me another beautiful smile he rumbled, "Hey pal, you're clothes are soaked...wanna get out of `em?"
I grinned up at him & placed my hand on the spreading wet spot in his groin. "You're getting pretty soaked too, man!"
He broke into a laugh then reached over & yanked the slicker off my shoulders. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt & pulled it over my head. As I raised my arms for him to strip the shirt off, I jumped as I suddenly felt his wiry moustache brush into my armpit.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned as his tongue shot out to lap up my sweat. I stood there with my arms raised & my body tingling as he continued to lathe both pits with his rough wet tongue. He straightened up then grabbed the back of my head & mashed his lips against mine. We both groaned as I tasted my sweat on him. I ran my hands all over his burly body then pulled his shirt out of his pants. He again pulled back & we tore our shirts off then proceeded to undo our pants.
He had kicked off his chinos & towered over me wearing just his sneakers. I began to lower my jock when he pointed a thick finger at me & growled, "Leave that on!"
Wearing only the jock, I padded up to him & once again ran my hands all across his fuzzy stomach & chest, playing with the blonde swirls that covered his front. I kissed his right nip then began to nurse at him as I held his thick long cock in my hands. I pulled at the slippery foreskin & jacked him as I continued to lick away at his salty tit. When I felt a heavy drop of precum leak out of him, I pulled back & brought my hand up to my face. Looking directly at him, I sucked his precum juice off of my palm & ran my tongue thru my fingers so as not to miss a drop.
He stared down at me with a serious look on his face then reached for his dick & squeezed another glob of clear liquid out. He brought his hand up to my outstretched tongue, smeared his juice onto it, then leaned down to suck the ooze off of my tongue.
He pulled me into a bearhug then reached down & pulled at the straps encasing my tail. He snapped the elastic playfully then grabbed a buttcheek in each hand & pulled my ass open. I felt the air of the bookstore kiss my stretched hole & shivered. He began to prod my opening with one of his thick digits & I involuntarily clenched. He smiled then brought the finger that had been in my ass up to my lips. Staring into his eyes, I sucked his index finger deep into my mouth & brought up as much spit as I could. When he felt he was slick enough, he slowly pulled his finger out of my mouth & once again brought it down to my asshole. He rubbed the spit all along the rim of my burning hole then gradually prodded all the way into my butt.
I moaned as he fingerfucked me & dropped my head against his sweaty hairy chest. He began to mutter "Uh-huh, uh-huh" to himself as he slipped another finger into me.
Leaning against his massive hirsute body, I groaned out, "Fuck me daddy!"
He stopped all motions & held me tight. He leaned down & whispered hotly into my ear, "Yeah son, you want daddy to fuck that hungry hole doncha?"
I nodded my assent against his heaving chest & again clenched my assring around his fingers. He turned me around & bent me over the cashier's desk. Kneeling down behind me he began lapping wetly at my hole as he continued to hammer his fingers into me...he was pushing more & more spit into my ass in preparation for a long hard daddy fuck. When he felt that I was lubricated enough, he stood up & began to hit my splayed open ring with the fat heavy head of his cock. He tortured me deliciously for several minutes then spread my hole as wide as he could & slowly, painfully wormed his thick python all the way up my tunnel. He didn't stop until I felt his sweaty pubic bush pressed hard against my cheeks. He leaned down & whispered softly into my ear, "You got a tasty hole, boy. Ready to get that butch cunt or yours reamed out?"
I could only nod as I felt him gradually pull out until only the head remained in my chute. He then quickly slithered all the way back in. He began to slam into me. I could barely catch a breath as he punch-fucked my burning ass. He hammered into me for about 20 minutes before he finally pulled me into another tight grip. With a loud yell, I felt his huge cock begin to pulsate in my chute then the warm sensation of being flooded with his viscous cream. We stayed locked together for another few minutes while he came down from his orgasm. Both of us were dripping sweat as he carefully pulled out of me...I gasped as the huge bulbous head of his prick left my sphincter.
I continued to lean against the counter as he once again got down on his knees behind me & massaged my cheeks. He spread them wide open until I could feel his warm load begin to trickle out of my abused hole. He blew a stream of hot breath onto my opening making me tingle all over then glued his mouth against my leaking chute. As he lapped up his sperm, he reached between my legs to play with my stiff cock still encased in the jockstrap. He yanked the sweaty pouch aside & pulled my dick & balls back towards him as he alternated between eating out the load he had dumped up my ass & slurping all over my prick. I began humping back against his mouth until I couldn't stand it any longer...with a curse I began pumping streams of jism all over his face.
He helped me up & when I turned around, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight he presented: a brawny blonde stud with ropes of jizz streaking his stache & a huge glob of cream hanging off of his chin. He smiled down at me then leaned towards my face so that I could clean him up with my tongue.
He kept the place closed for the rest of his shift...no one ever showed up at the bookstore anyway. Oh, & I never did get to watch "Cell Dogs."