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Dwayne Author: Austyn Layne
Bill sat nervously in the parking lot of the Paradise motel waiting for Dwyane, who called him earlier for help with a major issue. Bill and Dwyane worked together a short time back with Bill as his boss. Dwayne was now living at the Paradise, a place frequented by the down and out types, and he told Bill he should hold on before going to his room by himself, seeing they didn't like strangers around their business.
"Hey Bill! Come on, sorry to keep you waiting man you know." Dwayne said walking up to Bill's truck with big brown eyes and a goofy smirk.
"Its all good, what you been up to, you alright? So this is where you been holding up at? damn, I thought you fell of the face of the earth after you got fired for 'bread rack and dented car incident'." Bill said walking up the cracked sidewalk staring at the variety of druggies, lost souls and whores.
"Yeah man been tough, but I got a room here, and they're good on letting you slide with rent. it's just up these stairs."
You see, Dwayne lost his job as a maintenance person at a local eating establishment that shall remain nameless. He frequently got Buzzed on the job and ended up dropping about 75lbs of bread racks the hood of a BMW which the owner of threatened to sue if Dwayne didn't lose his job.
"Yeah man, sorry about all that shit that happened, I hated seeing you leave. I loved opening the store with you, you made the mornings fun, before all the other employees got there, you know?" Bill said as the two entered Dwayne's messy motel room.
"Yeah I know you did, because I let you suck me off before work by the big Co2 tank. it was all fun though right?" Dwayne mumbled nervously.
"Yeah man I was surprised the first time it happened, you were asking me if I ever blew Karl's dick for my promotion, but you weren't looking for a promotion you just wanted your cock blown and knew I'd do it, from all those conversations we had about certain private matters ."
Dwayne was the rebellious son of a Methodist minister. and was also half Creek Indian which Bill found attractive. You know what they say about son of preachers? they're naughty as fuck.
Bill and Dwayne 'shot the shit' for a while, before Dwayne got down to the 'nitty gritty'.
"So that kinda brings me to my point man you wanna slide me a few bucks? I'll make it worth you while, you know you want to. Fuck me, suck me off, whatever! or me do you, I really don't want to hear Sam's (the motel manager) mouth about money! rents almost due and I'll be out of here and in Lincoln in about two weeks." Dwayne said sitting on the bed, knees up to his face staring at his kindle pad.
"Ha! Sure but I don't want you getting the wrong idea, I mean don't make me feel bad about this." Bill said as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Dude don't you ever turn off the whole polite thing? you're one of the dirtiest guys I know don't even play that shit with me nah-uh, nope." Dwayne said staring at Bill with big dark un-blinking eyes, pulling off his shirt revealing a small cross tattoo on his sparsely haired chest.
Bill was hesitant at first, he didn't know where this was going to lead to, but he had a damn good idea. So he just shattered the ice, and blurted out loudly.
"Ok yeah, let's fuck around then, let me eat your nasty punk ass for starters, if you wanna be blunt about it!" Bill said dropping the whole 'telemarketers voice' thing trying to 'spice' it up a bit.
"Finally, shit you know you ain't up here for a fuckin' reunion. Get on the fuckin' bed. up there now!" Dwayne commanded while pulling off his stained baggy jeans and ripped musky Hanes boxers wearing only an old Mossimo leather fashion wrist rope.
Bill was secretly in awe of his gorgeous street built frame the prickly black hairs on his sweet ass, his near shaven head of native hair and the large saber tattoo on his left arm. street trash didn't come better than Dwayne.
"Come on get your face in there lick my nasty asshole, see this right here hmmm?" Dwayne ordered out while spreading his sweaty hole open with his spitty fingers motioning Bill to go down on him.
"Mmmm God you got a gorgeous pussy I want to lick you clean, it smells fucking amazing." Bill said before sliding his tongue around Dwayne's hairy fuck-hole and nipping the prickly cheeks of his thick ass, taking in the odor of cheap Tag body spray, musk and Red Zone arm deodorant.
"You like that don't you? I bet you use to perve about this alot huh? Suckin' me off like a,dumpster whore all those mornings wasn't good enough huh? Eatin' my jizz just made you want me more huh, you dirty slut? Yo! about cleaning my big dirty balls? big suckers, ain't they? Come on, go up and suck on em bitch!" Dwayne said taunting Bill while shaking his big sparsely haired nut-sac.
"Mmmm yeah, got a big cock too, now that I'm at it from this angle, it's like a big fucking snake." Bill moaned, spreading Dwayne's knees wide apart forcefully shoving his entire cock down his throat to the point of gagging.
"Shit you're loving this aint you, hold up! stop! get the fuck up!." Dwayne barked, jumping off the bed, like a flash of lightning, holding his hard throbbing dick in his hand.
"Hey! I got something for you, it ain't going down like this, nah!, hold up man." Dwayne said while rummaging through a dresser drawer, his eyes still dark, wired and unblinking. Eventually putting his bright green vibrating cock ring on and grabbing a tube of astroglide after doing a bump of crushed 'superman 8'.
"Get your fucking pants off! Come on." Just then Dwayne starts jerkin' off Bill's shoes slamming them against the wall, before forcefully Ripping off Bill's jeans and Hollister boxers and tossing them across the room landing by the entrance door.
"Shit alright!" Bill said with his heart racing, worried about 'certain contents' of his pockets being robbed.
"Turn around put your face in the pillow, lift your ass up I'm gonna fuck you." Dwayne yelled out while fingering lube into Bill's nervous hole.
"You like my big snake huh? Ease it up bitch, let me slide this shit in there. You want all this? work it with your ass, slide on it hoe."
Now Bill's working Dwayne's big cut cock, his face pushed into the pillow thinking at any moment some crazy shit was going to happen, like a knife going across his throat or someone coming through the door or God knows what.
"Damn! come on, hold up, let me get this shit." Dwayne said now fucking Bill wildly, sending powerful jolts of pain and pleasure through Bill's body making it hard for him to keep still at all. Obsurd thoughts ran through Bill's kinky brain, like Dwayne smacking him with the Gideon bible, or shoving his dirty socks or boxers in his mouth.
"Fuck me! just fuck me fucker!" Bill screamed out as Dwayne grabbed an ashtray put it next to Bill's face and lit a 305 while still fucking him, his cock fully in place. Bill laughing to himself thinking 'fifty shades has nothing on this'.
"You glad you came over Bill, fuck good don't I? did you think you'd be taking this fat nasty dick? your loving my dirty snake huh? This ain't no Taylor Swift love song huh buddy?!" Dwayne grunted out while ramming his big throbbing cock into Bill's now loosened stretched fuck-hole.
"Yeah dude" was all Bill could huff out.
"Shut up! I'm about to cum, oh shit take it bitch, God I'm about to cum all in you! you like this shit don't ya dirty slut!? dammit!" Dwayne growled at Bill while thrusting himself deeper inside. Dwayne's face soaked in sweat dripping onto Bill's back.
"God yes!" Bill said, face buried in the pillow, intrigued by the rythmic sound of Dwayne's vibrating cock ring, as he felt his hairy crotch grind on his ass crack his hole burning as Dwayne's cock swelled and pulsed, Bill knew Dwayne was spurting his potent swimmers into his guts.
"Fuck yeah! there we go, busting all that shit in there oh damn fuck!" Dwayne howled out, blowing his load in Bill .
He then pulls his cock out of Bill. Bill doesn't know what to expect next. He feels Dwayne slap his dirty cock on his ass-cheeks. Bill can hear Dwayne make snide comments about his handy work and how he 'wrecked that shit good'; but in a brief silence he feels Dwayne's breath on his hole then something completely unexpected, he starts to feels him licking the cum from his wreked hole. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how nasty and elicit it was to feel him spit back into him, was to Bill, indescribable.
Bill was in ecstasy as he jerked his cock off then came onto the dirty towel Dwayne so graciously threw on the bed before fucking him like a five dollar whore.
"That's it! Get your clothes on! Oh yeah, you can forget about the money, I'll figure something out alright? We good?" Bill nodded in agreement while zipping up.
"Ok man see ya! You can find your way out right?" Dwayne said now wiping his dirty crotch off on the 'love towel' then finally going into the bathroom to take a loud piss.
Bill had to get one last thrill of the evening, so Bill went into the bathroom where Dwayne was still standing there dirty and naked, got on his knees and sucked clean Dwayne's long soft dirty cock, tasting himself on the shaft, before sliding his tongue up his sweaty chest to his ripe salty pits, getting one last taste...but not a kiss, Dwayne didn't do the 'kissy-kissy' thing.
"Yo dude, you done? I got shit to do. So find yourself out alright?" Dwayne said with a devilish smirk on his face covered in prickly scruff.
Bill headed for the door as he heard the shower start, it took all Bill had in him not to go back in the bathroom and jump in and bathe him like a submissive geisha girl, but Bill knew he had to go, didn't want to press his luck. Who knows, maybe Dwayne would hit him up for a quick fuck in the future?
As Bill opened the door all he could say was "Alright peace, see ya." Bill left the room, still savoring the taste of Dwayne on his lusty tongue.
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