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Duncan Is StraightChapter Five
No More Labels
On my knees in the shower of Dunk's workshop, I'm looking up at him waiting for his piss stream to start. He looks so fucking powerful from this angle; tall, beefy and covered in ginger fur. I reach up to hold his fat cock, but he slaps my hand away; then closes his eyes in concentration. He's never had any difficulty opening the floodgates from his bladder before. Then again, there's never been anyone with us either. His employee Reed is watching as he waits his turn.
"Quite being such a greedy cunt! I'll mark you as my property soon enough. Go ahead and finish cleaning me up while you're down there. I can still see some of me and Reed's jizz on this old horse cock you're so fond of. Don't let it go to waste."
I don't need to be told twice. As I run my tongue the length of his big dick, an unexpected blast of beer piss splatters the side of my head. I glance over to see Reed laughing as he lets loose. When Dunk reaches over and grabs Reed's cock to aim it at my mouth, Reed groans at the intimate contact. He looks down to see Dunk skinning his hood back to expose his cock head; but avoids making eye contact with his boss. It looks like he's chubbing back up. He gives me a smack on the back of my head, as his piss keeps coming.
"Open your slutty mouth, you pig! Quit wasting all this beer I filtered for ya! Ungrateful fag! You probably prefer your suds warm and shooting out of my piss slit, don't ya? We should reserve the cold beer for the Alphas. Would you look at this thirsty bastard, Dunk."
"Christ, Reed. Your big ol' dick feels heavy as fuck in my hand. Not as heavy as mine, mind you. Then again, it's the first time I've held a buddy's tool while he hosed down a sub. You had better be close to done peeing; you're starting to bone up, bud!"
"What do you expect? I've got my employer copping a feel of my meat! Of course I'm getting hard. Better watch your step there. I'm nearly recharged and ready to go again; and I've had my eye on the fat, hairy ass of yours, Boss. I'm guessing that's a seldom traveled road."
"Keep dreaming, son. You're welcome to stick your tongue up there, though. I'll spread my fat, sweaty ass cheeks anytime you want me to sit on that pretty face."
Reed's bladder is drained, but Dunk hasn't moved his hand off of the younger man's dick yet. I've been so preoccupied watching them below the waist, that I'm surprised when I glance up and see Reed has thrown his arm around Dunk's shoulders. He's leaning on him for support while he enjoys what Dunk's doing with his fist.
"That's my boy, Reed. Christ! You do recharge quick. Why don't you put that boner to work. Kneel down behind Robbie and plug up that end. The little slut is always happiest when he's got some alpha meat up his ass. Pace yourself though. I've got plans for the next load of jizz you shoot."
As Dunk finishes his sentence, his dam breaks and the hairy bastard lets go with a gusher of hot piss. A forceful blast fills my open mouth, as Reed drops behind me to drive the full length of his cock up my ass in one stroke. Fuck, does it feel good! His strokes are slow, but he hammers hard on each thrust. I'm always astounded by the volume of urine Dunk gushes out. I can't swallow fast enough, so he aims his dick a little higher to make sure he's covering my entire face and head. I'm sure the overspray is hitting Reed behind me; but I don't hear any complaints.
As the boss's deluge slows to a trickle, he leans over my head; causing his balls to cover my eyes. I hear Reed moan loudly behind me, then a deep growl from Dunk. Oh fuck, I wish I could see what they're doing. I feel Reed's chest up against my back. I have no doubt his mouth is over Dunk's cock head getting the last few dribbles. Then I can definitely hear sucking and I feel Dunk push forward with his hips. Damn! I want to watch them interact!
My suspicions are confirmed when Dunk steps back. His rod is bone-hard again and it is covered in spit. Still tight against my back, Reed gives me a half dozen hard slams before he pulls free of my ass and gets to his feet.
"Christ! Turn the water on, Boss. I need to rinse off before we get back to business. It smells like a fucking urinal in here!"
The shower is bigger than average; planned that way to hold a man Dunk's size. But it's not big enough to fit the three of us comfortably. Reed squeezes the bottle of body wash and squirts a good dose on me. He makes a half-assed attempt to rub it around before rinsing me off. I get out to dry off. Dunk fills his cupped palm with soap and roughly slops it on Reed's back and butt. Then he reaches around from behind him to lather up his chest. He's moving his hips; humping his dick against Reed. It's such a turn on to see the younger mechanic giving in to his boss.
I can't help but wonder how long it's going to be before Dunk breaks down Reed's defenses so he can breed his muscle ass. I never would have dreamed that could happen before seeing the way they've interacted tonight. But it's obvious that Reed idolizes Dunk; and Dunk does love a hairy ass. Reed's furry, toned backside is in a class to itself.
So while it's not likely to happen tonight, it surely won't be long before Dunk breaches that virgin hole. Far from being jealous, or worried about sharing Dunk, I can't fucking wait to see it happen.
But for now, it appears Dunk is content to frot up against his employee's rump. When I look down, I can see he's actually working his massive cock underneath Reed. He's fucking that monster back and forth between Reed's muscled thighs.
"For christ's sake, Dunk! I can see the head of your prick sticking out past my nutsack. Good thing you didn't shove it in my ass. That fucker could spear through me and come out the other side. I'm determined to measure that hog before I leave here tonight."
I can't help but notice that neither of these guys are in any hurry to stop what they're doing. So not wanting to be left out of the fun, I slip back in the shower on my knees. I take the head of Reed's cock in my mouth, and sure enough, Dunk's fat, skinned-back knob starts hitting my chin. Fuck yeah! The water from the shower is rolling off my face as I alternate sucking the two of them. It's a rude awakening when one of them finally shuts the shower off. Nevertheless, I help dry them off, before fetching another round of beers for my kings.
With his beer in one hand and a coil of rope in the other, Reed looks up inspecting the shop's rafters. I'm equally frightened and excited, assuming he's looking for a place to string me up. Dunk's main workbench runs all along one wall; but there's a solid work table that can be moved around as needed. Like the workbench, Dunk built it himself; meaning it's fucking sturdy and it's a few inches taller than normal to accommodate his height. I can attest to how strong the table is because Dunk has fucked me on it several times. When he's standing alongside it, my ass is at the ideal height.
Reed takes charge for the time being. I help him slide the table over so it's directly under the main beam. Then he has me sit on the table as he engineers a makeshift harness around my chest and upper arms. I'm sure he's done this before. He deftly wraps and knots the pliant rope. Dunk makes use of his time by climbing up on the table, standing over me and dropping his fat cock into my mouth. I'm surprised how fast Reed works, assuming he's designing his bondage handiwork as he goes.
Reed interrupts my cock sucking long enough to have me pull legs up until my feet are flat on the tabletop. He loops the rope through both sides of the harness, then down to make several wraps around each thigh, almost to my knees; then he tightens the rope. After a tug to check his work, he repeats the process so the contraption can support my weight. By the time he's finished, I'm effectively hogtied with my knees spread wide. He must like the view because he grabs his phone to take a snap.
"You've got to come around and see this, Dunk! That's got him spread wide open! Look at that worked-over cunt! Even with all the piss, he still has your jizz oozing out of there. Looks like he's ready for some more alpha dick from his kings!"
"Damn! Can't believe how quick you got him trussed up! You're a bit of an artist with the rope, son. You're right. That is one beautiful, hairy hole. But half that spunk is probably yours, stud. Are you thinking we can raise him up in that position?"
"I'd like to try. I think if we can toss the rope over that main rafter, it'll hold his weight. He might end up hanging upside down, but it's worth a shot. I want to take some pics first, though. I saw you filming while you were fucking him from behind earlier. I want a copy of that video, Boss!"
I hesitate to speak up; but figure neither of them are in full-alpha mode right now. I've still never questioned Dunk about all the videos he's taken of me. I didn't even know they existed until Reed told me he'd found them on Dunk's phone. I had no idea he'd been filming me for months. No wonder he liked to use that fuckin ' blindfold! I meekly raise my concerns.
"Maybe this isn't the best time to bring it up; but we need to talk about your video collection sometime, Dunk. I was freaked out when Reed told me how many you'd taken of me."
"We can talk it over later. Right now you're not in a very good position to negotiate, are you? I promise you that Reed is the only one who's seen `em....so far. Quit whining. Aren't you glad I used them as bait to lure Reed in? I know how much you love having him fill up your pussy. Christ! If he wasn't here tonight, he'd be out dumping all that potent sperm of his in one of his bimbos."
As Dunk's talking, Reed takes a couple pics; first of my ravaged hole, then of his merit-badge-worthy rope skills. Sensing that something is missing, he goes to the workbench and comes back with a long narrow strip of leather a little thicker than a bootlace, I recognize it as the lashing Dunk uses on some of the oars he builds. Reed tugs down on my balls and starts in with the same quick looping and knotting technique he used on my torso with the thicker rope. When he's finished, my balls and dick are trussed up tight. He takes a few more pics, then delivers a solid flick with his finger to my taut scrotum. He and Dunk both laugh loudly as I flinch.
"What do you think, boss? I'm guessing that's going to get more sensitive the redder and more swollen his useless balls get. You better remind me to unlace him in a while; otherwise, he'll be carrying his nuts home in his pocket tonight."
"You're fuckin' evil, boy! I can tell you're enjoying this because I'm watching the precum drool down your bull cock. Have the bitch lick that up. Then let's see if we can get him airborne."
Reed climbs up on the table with us. I stick out my tongue and clean up his throbbing cock head as Dunk tosses a length of rope over the rafter. They both help me up into a squat. Then they work on either side of me, knotting into the harness at regular intervals. The remaining rope gets thrown over the same rafter, giving them two anchor points for stability. They test it out by pulling my feet out from under me. I feel the rope digging into my chest and my thighs. I'm not sure how long I can tolerate it. I'm hovering an inch or two over the table. I can't see it; but I hear them high five above my head, before they both jump down and slide the work table out from under me.
It's a weird sensation. It's not a perfect setup; but pretty fucking clever for the short time it took Reed to construct it. My center of gravity is making me tilt back, so I feel like I could tumble backwards; but when Reed gives it a gentle push, I don't flip over. I just sway. I can't see where Dunk disappeared to. There's no doubt where Reed is though. He hugs me tight from behind. He shoves a couple fingers inside me and twists them around. Then he pulls my head backwards, making my whole body roll back. Looking up at him now, I open up as I see the fingers coming toward my mouth. I'm amazed how much cum there is on them. I suck them clean and he immediately comes in for a rough kiss to get a taste.
"I was going to ram my prick in you but I can't quite reach. Your ass is probably a perfect height for Dunk, though. I need to find something to stand on."
Then I notice Dunk just coming in the door from outside, quickly shedding the jeans he'd pulled on for the short trek to the house. He shows Reed what he's carrying and they both laugh. It's a pink bottle with flowers on the label and the words Just For Her. He sets it on the table next to me with a smirk; and gives my makeshift sex swing a playful push. With one hand on the back of my neck, he leans in and roughly kisses me while he probes my hole with a couple of fingers.
"What's Reed looking for over there? I expected to find him balls deep in your slutty ass?"
"He couldn't quite reach. He needed something to raise him up a couple of inches."
Just then Reed comes from the other side of the shop lugging a short, flat wooden shipping crate. It's about three feet square but only around eight inches deep.
"Okay if I stand on this boss? Looks like it's big enough to hold us both. Your fat pussy-fucker is probably long enough to reach his sorry cunt; but I can just get the head of my dick in if I'm on my tiptoes."
"Hell yeah. It's solid enough. Slide it under him."
With the crate in place, Reed steps up and successfully rams his cock all the way into me. After several deep stabs, he gives me a shove and I start to swing. With one hand on the rope, he plants his feet firmly and lets the sway of my body fuck myself back on to his cock. Dunk steps in close behind him and wraps his arms around him; one hand rubbing his stomach and the other gripping his dick at the base. All I can think of is Dunk's big cock rubbing against Reed from behind again. It seems like a pattern is emerging.
"Okay stud, let me have a go. I ran to the house and grabbed the lube that Joanie and I use. I usually like to work the fag over with vaseline or spit; but I'm hoping once we get him loosened up again, we might have a shot at getting both our cocks in there at once, as long as we slick him up good."
"Oh fuck yeah! I was blown away just watching you shoehorn your fat dick up his cunt! I'll bet we can do it, though."
"Uh, wait up guys. Maybe that's something we could work up to. No disrespect, but taking both of you at once would be like taking a fist."
"Don't give me ideas, boy. Would you rather start with a fist? That's also a possibility."
"Oh fuck, no! Your hands are enormous, Dunk! I'm willing to try to take both of you at once; but could you take it slow?"
"Listen to him, Reed. You have him trussed up like a Christmas goose ready for the oven, and he thinks we're not going to take advantage of that. I reckon we can do anything we want to him."
Dunk is too damn tall to comfortably spear me with the crate under him. It takes some finagling due to their height difference; but they end up pushing the crate behind me for Reed to stand on. Then with his feet firmly on the shop floor, Dunk has Reed hold me from behind while he shoves the entirety of his big dick into my guts. I'm opened up from the earlier fucking; but it's still a fucking huge cock. After he has me loosened up to his liking, he has Reed stand back so I can swing freely in the improvised harness. He starts pulling on my nips again, using them as leverage to pull me back onto his shaft.
"Your cunt is like a two lane tunnel now, son! I think you're ready to stretch your limits!"
"Stretch his sorry ass lips, you mean Boss. I've been watching how wide those lips have to open up just to take that pussy prodder of yours. You think I can squeeze in there too?"
Rather than answer directly, Dunk eases out of me and grabs Joanie's bottle of lube. As an afterthought, he reaches for his jeans on the floor and pulls a small chain out of the pocket. As he steps back in place, I can see that he's holding a pair of nipple clamps.
"Boys, when you have a hogfucker the size of mine, every hole is a tight one. That means my goal is to get any hole wide open and ready. My Joanie blossoms like a rose for me when I use these clamps on her titties. She used to think I was being too rough; but my little angel asks for `em every time now."
My nips are already tender from the workout they've had tonight; but Dunk is surprisingly gentle as he clips the clamps in place. When he pulls the connecting chain towards him, I gasp for air. I'm not going to lie; they simultaneously hurt like hell and feel fucking awesome. Dunk steadies the swing, then looks down and pushes the crate back a few inches with his foot. Now with his toes right up to the edge, he's positioned so he can plow straight up into my nervous ass as it hangs in the air.
"Okay, Reed. Get right up behind him on that crate. Does that work for you? Now take the lube and smear a good handful on my prick. Then lather yourself up and put the tip of the bottle in his cunt and give it a squeeze. We're going to need all the help we can get."
"Fuck, Boss! Is it queer how much I love greasing up your big old cock? You've got my own dick dripping like a cheap faucet. How about you, Cuntboy? Feel that lube? I know how much you love things squirting up your ass. Now you have some silicone up there to add to the cock snot your two Kings have already pumped up there."
"Feels fucking great, Sir. Just start out easy, please."
"Here that, Dunk! Did ya hear our little pussy call me Sir? None of the bitches I fuck have ever called me that!"
"Son, this loyal little slut's sole aim is to please his Alpha! So let's get some dick back inside of him. Quit stroking my meat and guide me into that hungry cunt. Oh fuck yeah! That's what I'm talking about! Reed, tug on my nuts while I get him opened back up."
Because I'm suspended, Dunk is fucking straight up into me. He's been keeping tension on the chain connecting my nips. He starts to tug a little harder as I feel Reed rubbing the head of his own prick up against Dunk's. I feel the pressure as Reed tries to push his way into me. To get some traction, he slides his hands under my arms and reaches up and traps me in a headlock. Dunk pauses his thrusts long enough for Reed to pop the fat head of his cock through my sphincter. My head is spinning and it feels like I'm going to black out.
They both hold perfectly still. I'm surprised how fast that sharp stab of pain begins to subside. As they start moving again, it's like both of their huge cocks are jockeying for position.
"Okay, Reed. Hold off for a second. I'm gonna shove my honker all the way in. Once I'm in place, just use your hips to hunch into him an inch at a time. Does it feel like you need more lube?"
"Oh fuck! No, he's pretty damn slick. Christ! Can you feel that Dunk! He's letting me in! Jesus, is that tight! I hope I don't shoot before I'm all the way in!"
"I know what you mean. Your thick pussy fucker is rubbing me in all the right places too, boy! I'm not gonna move. I'll stay put and you fuck against me. Try some long strokes. Fuck yeah! Just like that! You're fucking us both, son! It might be Robbie's cunt your fixin' to breed; but your awfully close to fucking a load out of my old cock, too!"
It's all going so goddamn fast. It's a good thing because I'm literally stretched to my limits right now. My hole is aching and I can feel the rope digging into my thighs. I'm afraid if these two don't blast pretty damn quick, I'm going to have to call a timeout to have them loosen the leather strap around my balls. My nuts are throbbing like a son of a bitch. In an answer to my prayers, Reed starts thrusting in faster; making a high pitched noise in the back of his throat. He tightens his hold on me and I feel him start to shudder. Unlike his earlier trash-talking, nasty, verbal cum shots, this time the only sound is that eerie noise in his throat as he blasts his Alpha seed against Dunk's mammoth cock and floods my hole. Caught up in the moment, Dunk mashes his lips against mine and kisses me forcefully as his orgasm starts. But then, as Reed's spent dick gets expelled out of my hole by Dunk's manic thrusts, my prime Alpha finds his voice.
"Take that fucking seed, boy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! I'm loading your sloppy cunt, son! So much goddamn jizz up inside you! You better take every fucking drop!"
As he finally withdraws his softening cock, he begins to laugh as he shakes his head. I follow his eyes down to the floor where there is a puddle of cum on the concrete directly under my ass. Regaining his senses after his epic nut, he looks at my red, swollen, trussed up cock and balls and then hurries to loosen the knots. Reed comes around to help. Seeing the way the rope is digging into my thighs, he slides the crate out of the way and enlists Dunk's help to move the work table back under me, so they can lower me down. It's a fucking relief as I drop those few inches to the table and the rope goes slack.
When the leather strap is unlaced from around my balls, it stings like hell as my blood starts circulating again. The pain is short lived though. With my weight back on the work table, and the rope untied, Dunk starts rubbing the grooves the rope made in my thighs and chest. With surprising gentleness, Reed carefully tends to my aching balls. They're both still fairly quiet; zoned out after their explosive nuts. My dick is still achingly hard. Reed starts stroking me; watching my face as he does. Dunk comes around and slips a couple of fingers in my cummy hole. When the fingers come out, he deposits a mixture of their combined spunk on my cock to lube it up to ease Reed's stroking, before stepping behind him to watch. I'm loving the attention Reed is paying to my prick.
"Jesus Christ, Dunk; look how hard the little motherfucker is. And look at all that fucking cum."
"I like the way you're watching out for him, Reed. He deserves a little attention after the way he's served us tonight."
"I suppose you're right, Boss. Though to tell the truth, I'm basically a pretty selfish guy. I'm actually thinking about something else Robbie can do for me. I think there's one more way I can use him to my benefit. Now don't you fucking judge me, Dunk!"
Dunk looks at me quizzically over Reed's shoulder. Then I notice that he has his hand on Reed's cock, stroking it as Reed strokes mine. When Dunk was untying me a few minutes ago, I'd noticed that his pendulous cock had been hanging thick and spent after the double penetration fuck; but now I see that Reed's fat dick is back to full bone again. He looks me in the eye as he scoops up more of the cum that's oozing out of me. He smears some on my cock; but then in a shocking development, he reaches between his legs and smears the rest of the spunk in his own crack, before going back to the source for more. No fucking way! Is he planning what I think he is? Dunk looks at me to gauge my reaction. Dunk also reaches around Reed to stick one of his sausage fingers in me to coat it with jizz; then his hand disappears behind Reed where I can't see it. When Reed grimaces, I know he's letting Dunk push their combined cum up into his hole. Far from judging him, Dunk spurs him on.
"This is so fucking hot, Reed. It takes a real man to go after what he wants. If you really go through with this, you'll be an even hotter fuckin' stud in my eyes."
"You try and film this and I'll fucking end you, Boss. I mean it. This stays between the three of us. I just need to know what it's like."
Reed boosts himself up onto the table and has me stretch out flat on my back. Dunk grabs the bottle of lube they used on me and liberally slathers it on my boner. Reed straddles above me on his haunches. Dunk squirts lube directly into Reed's exposed, hairy hole. Reed looks down at me and gives me a playful cuff to the side of the face.
"I'm serious, cuntboy! This is for me; not for you. Don't think for a minute that you are in the driver's seat. Your job is just to lie there. I'll do all the work. You got it?"
"Yes, Sir. I've got it."
Dunk remains quiet but he can't take his eyes off of Reed's hairy ass as it slowly lowers toward me. Reed is an athletic guy and the muscles in his thighs flex the further he goes into his squat. Like it was choreographed, Dunk reaches out at the last second and grips my cock at the base, pointing it upright. I'm holding my breath. This better not be a fucking joke.
Reed reaches down and presses his palms flat on my chest, resting his weight on me. The second I feel my dick make contact I start worrying about shooting too soon. He's been looking past me, deep in concentration; but now with the head of my cock pushing on his virginal pucker, he looks down directly into my eyes. His poker face is not giving anything away. I feel the head of my cock breach his hole and he stops, then raises up an inch or two. He takes a deep breath and drops back down, taking me inside him a bit deeper this time. Raising up once more, he grits his teeth and drops down until half of my length is in his ass. He doesn't raise up this time; just holds perfectly still while he gives himself time to adjust. His stoic facade is starting to crack. I can see the pain in his eyes; but he doesn't complain. Then he wiggles his ass on my hardon and sinks the rest of the way down. Once his weight is on me, he pauses again to get used to it.
I've been so focused on the stud riding me, and on trying not to blast inside of him too soon; that I hadn't noticed that Dunk was right behind him, rubbing his back. Then I watch as Dunk moves to his side; and with a hand on his neck he pulls him in to kiss him. As their making out intensifies, I feel Reed start to slowly rock forward and back. His brick hard cock is hovering over my belly, leaking a steady stream of precum. After a few minutes of rocking his ass on me, he lifts up an inch or two and starts to cautiously bounce.
If I do say so myself, I have a good `starter dick'. I'm not small, but definitely not hung like these two studs. So tonight that's working in my favor. I can tell that Reed is getting a bit of a crush on Dunk; yet he didn't offer up his ass to him and his humongous cock, now did he? Still, if Reed has really never had anyone (or anything) up his ass, he's taking it like a champ. I can tell that he's starting to enjoy it now, too. I'm just trying my damnedest not to spray his guts. The pleasure he's taking from me is evident now. Occasionally his eye's flutter when my dick hits just right. He smiles down at me and shakes his head.
"Fuck, baby! You seemed so happy every time one of us was up your shit chute. I think I get it now. Hurt like a motherfucker to start with, but now it feels awfully damn good. I'll tell ya, your dick didn't look nearly as big as it feels."
I don't take that as a put down. Truth is, I stop paying attention when I hear him call me baby. As much as I love to play the submissive role with these two, it's hot as fuck to see Alpha, pussy-breeder Reed open himself up to something new. To me, this new vulnerability ramps up his manliness. And the growl coming from deep in his throat as he works his prostate against my dick is the epitome of manliness.
"Fuck, cuntboy! If you wanna cum, you better fucking hurry. I am gonna nut so fucking hard! Stroke my dick, Dunk! Get me off!"
Dunk immediately gives Reed a few strokes before leaning in and sucking the head of his cock to cover it with spit. Reed's hands slide up my my chest until he's putting all his weight on my neck, cutting off my air. Dunk goes back to stroking him. It's too much for me. It was one thing for Reed to use my dick; now I can't believe I get to breed his stud ass!
"Fuck Reed! I'm going to cum! Is it okay to breed you? Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming up your ass! Here's my fucking load, Sir!"
"Holy Christ! I feel you pulsing! It's like I can feel your heartbeat inside me, bud! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
As I finish one of the biggest orgasms of my life, Reed throws his head back as his sperm jets out and splatters my belly. I've lost track of how many times he's cum tonight. It makes sense that this isn't his biggest load; but it's still pretty damn impressive. But as soon as his balls are empty, I can tell he wants my dick out of his ass. He grits his teeth as he raises up. Dunk is right there to support him. Still on his haunches just above me, he grunts and pushes a river of my cum out, letting it rain down over my hairy crotch.
What a fucking epic way to end a fucking epic night!
I was curious to know how Reed was going to cope with the way things had played out. After he'd had time to reflect, would he have regrets? Would he question his machismo? Maybe go home and pound his gorgeous live-in girlfriend harder than ever to prove himself. I found out I don't ever need to worry about Reed.
A couple of days later, he calls me as he's leaving work. He asks if he can swing by my place for some head on his way home. When he shows up, he insists on taking a quick shower before we get started. That is definitely out of character for him. I grab him a cold beer as he's drying off. Then he kicks back on my couch and reverts to Alpha mode. He tells me to get on my fucking knees. He wants me to take my time worshiping his big dick while he tells me what he's been up to. As soon as I bury my face in his hairy crotch, he starts his story.
"You know Walt's on vacation this week, so it's just me and Dunk in the shop. It's no big deal `cause work has been pretty dead. Dunk and I have talked about all the shit we tried the other night with you. It's been keeping me extra horned up; but with business being so quiet, none of my hungry housewives have been around to help me with any release.
Today Dunk left about 4:00 to take the bank deposit and said he probably wouldn't be back. Five minutes later a dude pulls up and asks if he can get an emissions test done. I tell him he can wait in the office, but he says he's happy to wait outside where he can have a smoke. So I hop in his car to pull it into the bay. Right off, I notice the map pocket on his driver's side door is stuffed full of bright neon coupons. I recognize them right off. The adult bookstore over by the university gives you one of those each time you pay the fee to enter the video arcade.
I know this because one of the married bitches I plow won't let me fuck her at her house. And I'm not shelling out for a motel for twenty minutes of fucking. Early on, I had suggested that we meet at this adult bookstore to fuck in one of the booths. It's only ten bucks for the neon arcade pass and they don't give a shit what you do once you've in the booth. She was hesitant that first time; until I pointed out that guys were watching her through the glory holes from all sides of the booth while I fucked her cunt. Over time she's embraced the whole exhibitionist thing and now she always wants me to fuck her in that seedy bookstore. I've even made her suck a few guys off through the gloryholes while I nail her ass.
So when I see dozens of these arcade coupons in his car, I figure this guy must be a fellow horndog. About then I notice him checking me out from the bench out front where he's puffing away. My dick gets hard as I'm thinking there's a chance I might be able to get him to blow me. I'm not sure how this works....flirting with a dude; so I just maintain eye contact and I check him out while I'm hooking up his car to run the test.
Sure enough, as he ambles back in, he's reaching down and adjusting his junk in his jeans. He's a good looking guy, about my size. I'm watching the monitor I have hooked up to his car, but out of the corner of my eye I see he's fixated on my obvious hard on showing in my coveralls. He's got to be a cocksucker! So I try to suss him out.
`You must be a regular over at Trixie's Video. That's a shit ton of arcade coupons in your car, buddy."
`I figured that's why you were looking at me like that. Yup. I have drained my balls at Trixie's more times than I could count. Why you asking? You want to suck my cock?'
`Fuck, no! Do I look like a cocksucker?'
`Not a bit. That's what makes it so fucking hot. A big, hairy, muscled up mechanic. But if you drop your dick through a gloryhole at Trixie's, you must know the muncher on the other side of the wall is probably a dude.'
We're wasting time here, bud. How bout you get on your knees and show me what you can do?"
I'm telling you, Robbie, he was on it in a flash. He unzips my coveralls, pulls out my sweaty cock and swallows as much as he can manage. He wasn't as good as you, my friend; but it was still pretty damn good. After a few minutes, I pull him up and tug down his jeans. I push his head down to get his mouth back on my dick; but with him bent at the waist, so I can feel up his ass. He doesn't resist. When I reach under to find out what he's packing, he's hard as a spike. I can't help notice that we're pretty evenly matched.
`Get it wet, fucker. I want that ass! The sloppier you get my dick, the easier it's going inside you.'
`There's some silicone lube in the console in the car. Some rubbers, too. I didn't think I'd be taking a cock up my ass, so I'm not really prepped. Cleanup might go easier with a condom.'
`Screw that! If I'm fucking your ass, you're taking my babies, bud. Now get your fucking lube!'
Robbie, I don't know what the fuck is getting into me lately; but when he stood up to reach into his car, I couldn't take my eyes off of his big, cut cock. I dropped into a squat and swirled my tongue around that mushroom head before taking him as deep as I could. The guy went fucking ape shit. I don't think he was expecting it. I even let him get away with grabbing hold of my ears and using his hips to fuck my mouth. A couple weeks ago, I would have beat the shit out of a dude if he tried that. But fuck was I enjoying it.
What he didn't know is how close I was to letting him breed me! No offense, Robbie; but he was a lot bigger than you or I might've tried it.
When it dawned on me that anyone could walk in and catch us, I took control again. I squirted a shit ton of lube in his crack. Then with a couple fingers in his ass, I duck-walked him around to the front of his car with his pants around his ankles. I still just have my coveralls unzipped all the way, my boner standing straight up.
I unhook the monitoring equipment, slam the hood and push him face down on top of it. He's got a muscled butt, so to expose my target, I kick his legs further apart. Then I bark at him to reach around and spread his ass cheeks. Now I don't ram in all at once; but as soon as I breach his hole, I don't stop pushing until I've slid in all the way up to my balls. Then he starts bitching that I'm too big. For fuck sake, he let me in his ass. I'm not stopping as long as I have ammo left in my balls. For some reason it set me off and I really started to let him have it.
'Shut the fuck up! You knew what you were getting into.'
'Your cock is bigger than I thought. Go easy, man.'
'Nice try, dude. It isn't any bigger than yours. Fuck, I was about ready to let you take a stab at my ass earlier; so quit being such a pussy!'
'Okay! I'm sorry. Just hurry up and get your nut. It hurts like a motherfucker!'
'You did NOT just tell me how to fuck your ass!'
Something in me snapped. I fucking railed him, Robbie. Hell, I could have cum anytime, but I intentionally kept delaying my nut as long as I could. When I knew I was at the point of no return, I put both hands on the back of his head and held him against the hood as I pumped his ass full of jizz. Then without pulling out, I got him in a bear hug and stood him up and told him to finish himself off.
'I don't want to cum like this. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?'
'I changed my mind. Now jerk off while my cock is in your ass. You're going to spray your load on the hood of your car.'
It took him less than a minute, Robbie. I was yanking on his balls and sucking a hickey on his neck. I'd unloaded a gallon of spunk up inside him; but he probably shot twice as much as I did. It splattered across the hood. There were streaks up the middle of the windshield. I swear to god some landed on the roof of his car. Still planted firmly inside of him, I brought his cummy hand up and there was sperm hanging from his knuckles. I made him lick some off. Then just to fuck with him, I sucked in a glob of it myself. By then, my dick had softened enough to plop out of his ass.
'Goddamn. You didn't have to be so rough on me.'
'You fucking loved it. Look at that fucking load you shot. Are you gonna tell me that wasn't a personal best?'
'Man, when you started sucking on my neck, I wanted to make you stop. I haven't had to explain a love-bite since I was in high school. But the thought of you marking me what hot as fuck. That's gotta be why I came so hard.'
'Fuck yeah! Looks like I did leave a bite mark, but your shirt should cover it. And leave the jizz on your windshield until you come back to finish that smog test.'
'What the fuck?'
'Yup, looks like the test failed. You'll have to come back Saturday. We're normally closed, but I'm willing to help you out.'
'Yeah? Does that mean I get a chance to fuck your ass?'
'Guess you'll have to wait and see. Now get out of here. It's closing time.'
After he backed out, I closed the overhead door and got ready to close the shop up for the night. I was almost to the door between the shop and the office before I saw Dunk. He was leaning against the wall. His jeans were bulging.
'Fuck, boss! You scared the shit outta me! How long have you been watching? You said you weren't coming back.'
'I'm glad I did. You put on quite a show, Reed. You want me to come in and give you a hand on Saturday?'
'Sure. His car really did pass the test; but there are some other things I could use some help with.'
'By the way, watch your step there, son. Looks like someone might spilled something on the floor here.'
Sure enough, Robbie. There was a Dunk-sized puddle of cum on the concrete floor. It took a couple of shop rags to clean up after that fucker. I'll bet a bull moose doesn't pump out a bigger load of spunk. Now get back to sucking, boy. Story time is over. Your King to unload again."
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