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***** My Rural Life - Chapter 9: Meet Roy
I was horny all the time now. It seemed that this whole new experience had started a new adolescence for me. It was like I was in 8th grade again. I would get a hard on for seemingly no reason and I seemed to get them all the time. I fucked Bill at least once or twice a day now depending on how much we saw each other. When we are around each other he seems to have an insatiable need for my cock and my cock seems to want to be inside him as much as he is willing. We partied at his house that Friday. Dave and Randy were over again but they had all left by the time Sheila got off work and came to Bill's for a good cunt grind. I stayed that night with him but I didn't fuck with them. I did jackoff though to the sounds of their fucking in the next room. I fucked Bill the next morning before we headed off to work and again that night before he went to hang out with Sheila at the bar. I took the dually, per Todd's direction, and stayed at my parent's the rest of the weekend. On Monday I was to pick up Roy in town and then we would all meet at Todd's for the day's and week's assignments.
I arrived at about 5:45am at Roy's rented house just on the edge of town. The clunker he occasionally used for transportation was there. The yard was strewn with bicycles and other toys; evidence of his family life. I was sure he was there. When I knocked the door opened on its own. It was apparently not locked or shut properly. "Hello? Ola?" I said softly as I stepped into the house. The dawn light was enough to illuminate the room. There were more toys about, all over the floor. There was a toddler standing in a play pin nursing a pacifier looking at me quizzically. There was no answer to my hail. I moved further into the room.
The house was small. Two bedrooms maybe and they were both off of a short hallway that appeared to lead to a bathroom. As I slowly made the center of the room I could see that one of the bedroom doors was closed and the other was slightly ajar. Through the crack I could see the dresser and it had a large mirror atop it. What I saw in the mirror made my dick jerk. In the reflection I could see the bed. Roy's wife was on her knees with her head on the bed and her ass in the air. She was sideways to me. Standing beside the bed and fucking her from behind was Roy. He was dickin her good but they were being especially quite. I focused on Roy's naked form.
He was a pretty big guy, not as big as Bill, but thick. He was shorter and squatter than anyone I knew. His skin was a uniform tan brown. He wore a dark mustache. Other than the mustache, the hair on his head and the hair at his crotch, he was hairless. He was naturally muscular and stout, not gym cut. His was honest muscle developed from hard, consistent outdoor type work. His ass was clenching with each thrust, the muscles visible on the forceful push in. His cock, given the distance of each stroke was long. It was brown and veiny and it was shiny with cunt juice and precum. His balls were a sort of ashen black and covered in the same pubic hair that encircled the base of his sizable phallus. He was sweaty from the exertion of the fuck.
While I watched his strokes sped up as he was nearing his climax and before too long he thrust in and held it. I watched his ass twitch in orgasm. I regained my senses, my cock was leaking and I surely had a wet spot now on my khaki cargo shorts. I thought I had better leave before he pulled out and came to the hallway to head to the bathroom. I looked up from his still quivering waist and his reflected face was looking right at me. When he noticed me notice him he smiled a big smile and gave me the bro' nod. Holy shit!' I thought, He caught me'. My dick shrank and I tore a hasty retreat to the still open door. Fuck, fuck, fuck I thought...what the fuck do I do now', I hissed to myself while standing on the front porch.
"Shit!" I said in a forced whisper and headed to the dually. I hoped in behind the wheel still trying to decide what I should do. The man was probably going to kill me. Or he would tell Todd and then I would be fired. I was flustered and nervous and couldn't think straight. I was in that state when the passenger door opened. It was Roy. He had his work boots on, untied, his pants were on but were unbuttoned and only half zipped up and he was just pulling on his t-shirt. I noticed he didn't have on any underwear as I could see his bush clearly from the opening in his pants. Still standing there after he pulled his shirt on, he reached down and zipped and buttoned up his jeans.
"Hey, sorry I'm late vato." He said with a heavy accent as he climbed into the cab. "I was just tak'n care of the `ole lady". He looked at me, smiled and winked. He reached down and started tying up his work boots.
"Uh...yeah...no problem man. I just got here." I said stumbling the lie, trying to be casual. If he wasn't going to call out what I just saw I wasn't going to bring it up. But I now began to smell the sex on him and my dick started to respond. I started to pull away from the curb to head out to Todd's house. After only a few yards from his house Roy said, "So, you like what you see?" As he said this he was looking at me and had grabbed his crotch with his right hand and kind of gave it a shake.
"Uh.." I stuttered, not sure what to say.
"Well, did jew like it or no?" he asked again in his low voice. He pointed at my crotch, "I think jew did. You got a wet spot." He pointed out. Shit, I thought, busted...again.
"You want to suck my cock? Huh?" He said. And then matter-of-factly, "I like to have my cock sucked. It feelz so bueno." He paused. "Come on", he said, and he began to pull out his cock, "you can do it right here in the truck. I tell no one."
I couldn't believe my ears. This guy was the oldest one of the crew, Mexican, macho, married, kids; and he wanted me to give him a blow job. I hadn't really thought too much about blowing anyone although it had crossed my mind. Now faced with the opportunity I wasn't sure I could do it. My cock was twitching though at the thought.
"Come on" he said getting a little impatient. His cock was out of his pants now and it was stiffing up quite nicely. He was uncircumcised and the part of the head that was peeking out of the foreskin was red and shiny with precum, and probably cunt snot as well. He held it around the base and waved it at me. "Come on, vato, jus a little suck. It won't take long, I promise. Verdad, OK?"
I looked at his handsome face. His teeth gleaming white under that dark mustache in a sort of half smile, half smirk. He knew by now I wanted it. I turned my attention back to the road, saw a black top road leading to the left and took it. We went down about a half mile and I stopped under some old scrub trees next to a cattle fence row. There was no one around. You couldn't see any of the farm and ranch houses out here and you couldn't see the main road we just turned off of.
"Shit yeah!" he exclaimed as I killed the engine. He pulled his left leg up onto the seat between us and leaned back against the door still waiving his stiff cock at me with his right hand. I scooted over in the seat, leaned down and put my face near the head of his thick cock. It smelled of sex and the hormones hit my brain immediately. I reached out with my right hand and took the base of it from him.
"Yes, that's it. Suck it for me gringo." He said in a half demand have question. I pulled the growing member toward my face and stuck my tongue out. I wanted to taste the juices that were still there from his fuck. It was heaven. Sweet, salty, aromatic, musty it was all good tasting and smelling. I could feel my cock leaking into my shorts. My wet spot was getting larger. I pulled down on the skin in my hand at the base of his cock and the head of it strained to escape the foreskin. When it did there was a whole new aroma. More musky and manly. I placed the underside of his Mexican cock on my tongue and then went down on the man as far as I could. He groaned and growled his pleasure and I choked and coughed. I had gone too far, my lust was more powerful than my skill allowed.
But I recovered quickly and soon was going up and down on his dick like I had been doing this all my life. I remembered how it felt when Sheriff Manning was blowing me, how Uncle Gary had treated my dick and how all the girls that had ever attempted blowing me did it. I took the best experiences of them all and tried to mimic them on Roy. It seemed to be working. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth and bouncing in the seat of the dually. He was alternating between moaning and what I believe to be cursing in Spanish. He had both hands on the back of my head so I couldn't pull all the way off of him.
His foreskin was the most incredible part of the experience. It would move to cover the head when I pulled up and then I would push it down off of his head with my lips on the down stroke. This seemed to give him a lot of pleasure.
The blow job didn't last long. Before I knew it he was forcing me further down on his root and not letting me up. Then I felt his cock get harder and it seemed to expand another third in thickness. I was taking all these feelings in when suddenly there was a blast of cum that splashed my throat. It kept coming with splash after splash of his manly seed. I started to swallow involuntarily. The feeling of my throat and mouth swallowing seemed to make him shoot more. He was still cursing as he rode the tremors to completion. As I pulled off his cock I was using my tongue to suck in the cum and spit along the shaft. When I got to the head he jerked suddenly and started laughing, pulling my face up off his cock quickly.
"'et tickles" he said with a big smile across his face. What a handsome man. Basking in the after effects of his orgasm, he had a slight sheen of sweat all over his exposed skin. The pits of his shirt were already dark with perspiration and there was a dark sweat stain in the middle of his chest as well.
"Wow. That was very good, vato" he declared, clearly happy and satisfied. "That was the best blow job I ever had. You're very good. Very good. You will do again, yes?" He asked.
"Uh..sure" I said as I sat up, wiping the cum and spit from around my puffy lips. I came to a conclusion at that moment, "Yeah dude. I liked that a lot. I'll blow you anytime you want it. Just ask."
He had put his shrinking cock back into his pants as I started the truck back up. He shoved his hand towards me, "Yes. I am glad you pick me up today Mark." He said as I shook his hand. He had that clean smile still on his face and his eyes seemed to glint with happiness.
"Now, let's go meet the others. They're probably wondering where we are by now." I said as I swung the dually around at a cattle crossing and headed back to the main road and to Todd's.
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