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DRINK IT (Part 2)
By Dudley Jarvis North
After about 10 minutes on the highway, he pulled into a rest stop unfamiliar to me somewhere west of Boston and stopped the car in a small parking lot with a motorcycle parked nearby.
"We are going for a little walk." he says.
I didn't have much choice. All I could see were woods beyond the parking lot. There was some light to travel by, thanks to the full Moon.
He leads me, beer in hand about a half mile down what looks to be a bike trail. I can see a small clearing amid the trees. On the way, I notice a man standing in the woods, but it's not light enough to make out more than a Red Sox cap.
I wonder what is going to happen next, but I don't have to wait long. He pushes me toward a tree and tells me to take off my clothes. I'm not comfortable about that. I am hoping to give him a blowjob with me fully clothed, "Could we go back to the car? I'm not a big outdoor guy, I say. But he just harumphs.
"Take them off, of I'll shred them off your body." I notice he is holding a jackknife. I pull off my T-shirt and my sneakers and unbuckle the belt on my Levis. "Get moving," he snaps, no longer as patient as he had been up to now.
I remove my pants. Take those briefs off, too, and your socks. I want you completely naked." It was then that I notice the man in the Sox cap has followed us and is about 20 feet away. "Come on, buddy. I really hate being watched. I'll do anything you want if we go back to the car."
"You'll do what I want right here. Kneel down next to that tree."
I do, and he waves the onlooker toward us, and I feel a knot in my stomach. As he gets closer, I get a better look. He has taken off the cap and has reddish blond, hippie-long hair. He is tall -- 6-4, I'd say, with a good build -- not muscley, more sinewy. He has beautiful American-boy features -- a great nose, sparkly eyes, strong chin. I'm grateful it is a full moon and can see his face.
"This is the guy I was telling you about, Red. He's an unbelievable pig.".
So there it was -- I'd been set up as prey for my car date's buddy.
He hands Red a beer and nods a "go ahead -- take him."
Red moves in and stands in front of my kneeling form. "Fish out my dick," he says. "it needs a mouth." I am starting to get hard and excited. He is hot and I can see his blue eyes and red scruff. I begin o unbutton his pants, but he slaps me hard in the face. "Not with your hands, Asshole." He pulls something out of his jacket -- handcuffs, as leans over me, grabs my arms and snaps them on me.
I am more turned on than anxious now, so as he pushes his crotch closer, I tried to get at his buttons with my teeth. I was eager to see what he had that was making such a bulge. He makes easier by unbuttoning the top one as his faded jeans are tight. He isn't wearing a belt. I get my mouth on the denim, but know this won't be easy. I work my teeth and lips as he coaches me. "That's it, use your teeth; pull downward. After a few minutes, I surprise myself by disengaging the button. "That's one. Keep going -- three more if you want it."
I am now obsessed with getting at his dick -- is it cut or uncut? Fat or medium? Long or short? -- I especially want to see his pubic hair -- is it as red as his head hair? I am hoping it is. I work feverishly at the next button and finally get it undone. "I think he's hungry," the redhead says to his buddy, who nods. "Oh, he's hungry."
I need to get one more button undone -- the bottom one -- but I can already see the markings of a jock with the word Bike staring at me. I want him badly. I tug as hard as I can with my teeth.. "Come on, you sissy," he teases. "You can do better than that." I wish I had my hands free, but finally as he pushes my head into his crotch, I feel the metal button move where I want it to, and thread the hole. I think he had breathed in just enough to help the process. Maybe he wants my mouth as much as I want his dick.
"Now, use your mouth to tug my pants down," he says. I have a good grip on the top corner of his fly and his denims start to slide down his hips. As I move my toothy grip from one side to the other.
There it is -- a Bike No. 10 staring at me and I can tell from the bulge that I will like the contents, "Get my jock wet -- I've been wearing it for a week." He isn't kidding. It smells rank -- sweaty and rough on the front, where he has cum in it. I can make out yellow where his dick had made its home. "Lather it good -- it's not coming off till it's soaking wet," he says.
I get it soaking wet with every ounce of spit I have and taste his essentials -- piss, sweat, cum. As I start to grip the top with my mouth to pull his jock down, I got another slap. "Not so fast, hungry man." And he turns around and shows off the hairiest white ass I have ever seen. Blazing red hair in the crack, on his buttocks, climbing out of the crease and up the small of his back. "You have cleaning to do back there." And he pushes the straps aside and shoves his butt onto my face. I love red hair and my nose is trapped inside a forest of it, so I take a deep breath. He hasn't showered -- at least not recently -- but, what the hay -- I stick my tongue in and took in his flavor -- not dirty but very musky--as if he'd been sitting on that motorcycle for hours. He doesn't care if I like it or not -- he grinds his butt onto my tongue. "That's right. Get your tongue up my hole if you ever want to taste my dick."
I have forgotten all about my driver pal who has been watching us with a grin on his face and has moved closer. Suddenly, I feel warm liquid hit my crotch -- he has his dick out and is pissing on me. "You guys look so good together, I thought I'd join in. He is beside Red now, pissing on his butt crack, making me taste two different flavors. "Attaboy, lick my piss off Red's ass."
As much as I love cleaning Red's piss-soaked butt, I really want to see his dick. I don't have to wait. Red turns around, and pulls the jock down toward his knees. "Is this what you've been waiting for?" Staring in my face is the fattest, pinkest dick I have ever seen -- not long -- maybe 5 ½ inches or so, but very fat, circumcised, with a huge mushroom cap sitting atop the shaft.
He pushes the slit toward my nostrils and orders me to sniff it. It smells strongly of piss and sweat. He rubs it on my lips and tells me to stick out my tongue. I do as requested and he rests his cut flower on my impatient tongue as I wait for him to take the lead.
He tells me to kiss it and then shoves it past my lips into my grateful mouth. I am in beercan heaven, letting out a groan. He pumps my mouth, pushing himself in and out, all the way until I can see his red pubes in technicolor. He has the perfect dick -- not long enough to make me choke but fat enough to fill my mouth. I am intent on satisfying this handsome stud, and he is grunting and making cooing noises. As we go foreward, he gets rougher -- pushing the back of my head onto his dick and fucking it fiercely. I could have stayed like that all night, even though my jaw hurt and my wrists were sore from the cuffs. I try not to think about anything but getting him off and tasting his spunk. Soon enough, I feel his rhythm quicken and his voice get louder as he fills my mouth to overflow with the sweetest/sourest/biggest load I have ever had.
I swallow every drop I can of his delightful cream, hoping he won't take his dick out before I get it all. I needn't have worried. His dick is getting softer in my quivering mouth, and he makes no effort to take it from its warm haven. As he grabs my ears, he looks me in the eye and says, "That was some load you took... I think you need something to wash it down."
What started as a trickle on my tongue starts to flow faster and is filling my mouth faster than I can swallow it -- some of it is dribbling onto my chest. His piss is strong -- tangier than his buddy's. I let it gurgle in my mouth before I swallow it down.
When he is done, he pulls out his fat beauty and shakes the last few drops onto my tongue. "You were right. He is a hungry boy," he says to his buddy.
He unlocks the handcuffs, grabs me by the hands, and pulls me to my feet. He is such a gentleman after his load is out.
Red grabs his buddy around the waist and thanks him. "That was just what I needed, but I gotta get home to Karen, although she couldn't blow a horn if Wynton Marsalis gave her lessons."
He heads off, and, exhausted but happy, I put my clothes back on for the long walk back to the car.