I hadn't heard from Jeb in about two years. He left a message to meet him at the bar. Anyone in our circle knows the bar. If somebody hadn't taken you, or you were incredibly lost, you would not find it. It's a drive about an hour out of town into the hill country to a side road, then another side road, when you come to a dirt drive, and that will take you behind a hill and to the bar.
A cool night wind is blowing. Trucks and Hogs are parked in front when I pull up. You can hear rock and roll from inside carried on the wind. No neighbors around these parts to bother with. Ever. A wood front porch with railing along the steps leads to the door. Inside, the bar is on the dark side. Some light here and there but you need to get your eyes accustomed before trying to find your way around. Larry's the barkeep, he is near the back when he spots me, and begins to pour a cold one. Looking around I can see some new faces. When I see Jeb he has a small crowd around him, as usual. Everyone likes Jeb, some like him too much. He has it all, good looks, charm, and meat. A man's man; coal black thick hair with gray blue eyes. His milky alabaster skin has a black strip of hair running from his gut to his groin. Six four and built solid. Not a gym body, but the kind that comes from hard play and work. He has a strong soft voice with a slight drawl. Broad shoulders narrow to a slim waist and big legs. There is a bulge in his groin area. He likes his pants loose, but you can see something big moving around. Jeb has a taste for straight bars when in search of a new playmate. Guys will start talking with him. Men with wives and family, they just naturally come over to him. They listen to his stories and hang on to his words. Before long they feel like his best friend. That's when Jeb goes to the men's room. Of course they need to follow, they can't help but follow and before long they're staring down at his prick. He holds the thing in a fist about half way down the shaft. Out from his hand the other half and the head are hanging down pointing at the pisser. He has to stand back a bit to give himself enough room. Jeb just stands there talking that sweet talk to the guy as if nothing was any different from when they were standing at the bar. Then, when the time comes, he shakes that dick of his. He moves his fist up and down and the cock waves the head. He can see the straight guy watching; any one in the room can see what the new fag is looking at. Jeb looks at the guy and knows he has a cocksucker. That's Jebs thing. Works for him like a charm. Who would ever know there were so many straight dick lickers out there?
The player is turning "Crosby, Stills, and Nash". I hear this thumping noise, not all the time, but every so often there is this thump thump. I ask Larry why don't you buy a new player because the noise it's making. Larry says the thumping noise is not the player but Jebs new toy. New toy, yes indeed a new toy. He uses them and loses them. They're quite a show after he gets them in touch with their inner homo.
I walk over to the circle around Jeb. There at his feet is this naked blond stud. He is young, early twenties, with a square jaw, and strawberry blond hair with a curl that hangs on his forehead. He has big green eyes and no hair on his body to speak of except for some light brown pubes. Nice big tits with nipples that look like miniature pricks all perky and pink. His dick is big and straight up. The ball sack is about an inch off the ground from where he is bent at the knees. The new toy has his hands resting on his thighs and cock snot is seeping out of the piss slit and hanging in globs to the floor. The kid is staring at Jebs crotch. Not moving, just staring, and Jeb is talking away about how he won the arm wrestling contest this year. I start to listen when that thumping noise happens, I look down, and this kid is making springing movements with his bent legs. He jumps up a little then down fast. His dick head thumps the floor on the down stroke as his balls swing back and forth. Cock juice is smeared all over the floor. The cocksucker looks up at Jebs face to see if he hears his plea. Jeb just keeps talking on about how he pulled over this truckers arm at the county fair.
The story of the wrestling match at the county fair went on. About the trucker locked arm and arm with Jeb, beads of sweat falling from the trucker, when a snapping tearing noise comes from the truckers arm, a puke color took over the trucker's face. A white bone was sticking out of his forearm and blood began spurting on the table. He stayed that way; arm from the break up bent over touching the table with a bone ripping from the side of his flesh. The rest of the arm was still up right from the elbow to the break. The trucker passed out, and Jeb won the contest, but has to wait for the fucker to come around in order to get the prize money. All through the arm wrestling story you can hear the cock hound banging his prick on the floor.
Somebody buys Jeb another beer and the attention turns to dick thumper. Jeb wants to know if there are two guys in the house that can beat his fag in a tug of war. Two against one and he is going to tie the rope to the fag's balls for them to pull on. "It's only fair that way", says Jeb. "The cocksucker was a running back in college and likes competing in marathons." Now Jeb is funny with bets. Everybody knows that Jeb doesn't bet unless he is sure to win. Jeb says, "people expect me to win, and I don't want to disappoint them." Two guys who are long-shore men come over and a wager is made. Somebody gets a rope that's hanging on the wall. Jeb tells the kid to stay still and walks around to his back; reaching down he grabs the kids nuts pulling them up he deftly ties a sailor's hitch around the balls. He gives the rope a good tug making sure the knot won't cinch up and cut the nuts off. You can tell this game has been played before and explains why the homos nut sack hangs so low. Jeb gets in front of the kid and leans on the railing of the bar. He pushes his hips out a bit and starts sweet-talking to his fag. The two dockworkers take up the slack in the rope. They win the bet if they can keep Thumper's cock sucking mouth from Jebs basket. The player just started Neil Young's "Out on the Weekend".
The tug of war has been going on for an hour now. Thumper has his balls pulled behind him and stretched over a foot between his legs. His cock is still hard and pointing down. Jiz juice has stopped seeping from the piss slit as the balls swollen and beet red are pulled tight behind him. Perspiration forming on the sides of his back trickles into the trough of his spine and forms a rivulet of sweat flowing into his ass crack. A puddle has formed below him. He is in danger of losing his standing from the puddle at his bare feet. The two dockworkers at first thought of just wearing the fag out. From the start they had to pull with all their strength to keep the guys mouth away from Jebs crotch. They realized that this wasn't going to be as easy as they thought. Now an hour into the tug of war they began to worry that this fag was more determined than they thought. Jebs toy had only one thing in mind, to get his mouth on some dick. The fuck toy has only one thought ever since Jeb introduced him to what a whore needs. Sucking dick. For the cocksucker it was annoying to have these two assholes holding him back from his prize. All he could think about was getting to that dick head and worshipping the fuck stick with his tongue, mouth and throat. Jeb is cooing to the fag. Telling him how good it's going to feel when he gets his mouth on the head of his dick. He wants him to deep throat his dick and feel him swallowing his cock all the way down. But first he has to mouth the head of his dick through his jeans. Jeb is a fair man; he never pushed his crotch way out. Blood was being swelling the cock, and taking shape inside his pants. The head became visible beneath the fabric and an outline of the cock was pressing against the cotton. The dockworkers hanging on the rope were getting tired. They swore that Jeb gave that cocksucker a drug. Jeb says, "No, no drugs except for the ones his mind made." The fag is slipping and falls to the floor on his hands and knees; he gets up to a crouch with his hands on the floor as if to tackle someone. The dockworker on the end of the rope has an idea, and taking the last part of the rope behind him swings it over like a whip and slaps the stretched balls of the fag. Thinking that will cramp him and he'll curl up. The fag leaped instead from the pain and was mouthing his most precious prize. The two dockworkers were flung off balanced swearing and hollering to Jeb and his cock whore.
Thumper was lapping his master's meat. The great cock was getting hard and Jeb had to grab the kid's hair and pull him off so he could get his anaconda out of his pants. The boy just stared in anticipation of his feeding. Saliva was falling from the corners of his mouth and cock juice was again flowing from his dick. Jeb reached in and with his hand firmly around the tube of flesh he pulls it up and out of his pants. He reaches back in and fishes out his nuts. There it is, an arch of man meat holding out to the kids mouth. His pendulous balls hanging down waiting to unload. The head of the cock is as big as a viper's with a piss slit dripping sweet clear nectar for his whore. Fuck head opens his mouth never taking his eyes off Jebs. He is waiting for the ok to feed. Jeb nods and the cock whore takes his tongue and gets to work. He reaches out lapping at the slit for some juice. Wrapping his tongue around the head he swirls at it and bathes the head with spit. He needs this so he can start the long decent down. The whore is engulfing the head glistening and ripe with spit. His jaws begin to separate and expand and all the while he is looking up into Jebs eyes, sheer rapture is on the dick lickers face as he takes Jebs cock. Phlegm is rising in his throat as he plunges down and then up on the cock. The cocksucker is coating the flesh tube with his slime. More and more of the great dick is going into the fag's mouth. You can see the head now halfway down his throat pushing down then up, an outline of the crown visible through the whores skin. The fag begins to lunge on the dick. Forcing more cock down his throat by pushing with his legs against the floor. His eyes never leave Jebs. Now the head is pass his throat and still going down. Snot is oozing from the fags nose, running down the sides of his lips, and mixing with the cock juice seeping at his whore mouth. Jeb grabs the kid by the throat and feels the head of his dick as it goes passed the throat and back. He gives a squeeze with his hands wrapped around the kid's throat as the head goes down to the gullet. Jeb can feel the cock through the flesh of the whore's neck, and the kids face turns red then blue as Jeb is fucking the fags face. In and out with long deep strokes Jeb grinds that cock into his fags mouth and watches snot squirt out of the nose. The kid is loosing conscious you can see his eyes glaze over. His arms go limp and his legs that have kept him up for so long now are quivering and giving way. The whore starts swallowing pushing more cock down with his throat muscles, feeling his gullet sliding off his master's cock and trying to keep the dick in him as long as he can. Jeb lets go of his hair as the kid's eyes roll up. He slides off the flesh tube. His legs give way, and his throat unable to hold on to the tube of flesh frees itself with a sucking noise of air into the whore' vacant gut. The great cock springs free and arches upright over the slut lying in his own cock snot. The kid starts shooting his wad while passed out; spraying cock glue on the boots and jeans of the guys standing around looking at the scene. You can hear Janis Joplin belting the last line of "Ball and Chain." Jeb tells his whore, "get a grip, I'm not finished slut." Maybe Jeb's not through but I need another beer.
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