The Truck Driver An Most Uncommon Romance By Ike
I was hiking along a country road in East Nowhere, USA. I really had no idea where I was. I just knew I was headed east, broke and hungry and trying to get back to New York after a recent divorce. It was getting dark, and it had been at least an hour since I had seen a car or a house. I was afraid I'd have to sleep out in the open - yet again. At least I had a fucking compass, so I knew which direction to walk in. At any rate, I thought I did; New York City had to be SOMEWHERE east of me.
Suddenly, a beat up old pickup truck came up from behind me and, thankfully, slowed down. Through the dusty back window of the can I could see the form of the driver as he reached over and opened the passenger door. I got in and was confronted with a giant of a man. He must have been at least six foot eight, and his fucking muscles had muscles - the kind you get from really hard work, not from a gym. He had dark hair and was deeply tanned. A forest of hair peeked out of his shirt collar and his arms were covered with hair. Under his mirrored sunglasses and a baseball cap he was ruggedly handsome. I'm no little guy - I'm almost 6 feet tall, and I've got a big build earned by working on a factory loading dock for the last five years, but this fucker made me feel like a little kid.
As I climbed into the truck, the angle that I got in made me aware that packed into his tight jeans was the biggest mound of man flesh I had ever seen. Now, this was strange for me to notice, since I consider myself a big cunt hound. I love pussy - I love to smell it, to eat it, to finger it and to fuck it. As far as I know, I have three kids by three different women, maybe more - I moved around a lot in my life. In fact, my love of variety in cunt was why I was now divorced. My wife came home early and found me in bed with two young chicks I'd met that day. She caught me fucking one and eating out the other, and when she started screaming, the neighbors came running. All those witnesses are why I'm so broke after the divorce, and since everyone in our small town knew what happened, I decided to return to New York, where I had been living when I met my ex-wife.
What really surprised me was that one look at the driver and I sprung a painfully hard erection. I had never really been turned on by a guy before. I mean, sure, I had let a few fags give me blow jobs when I was hard up in the Army, and after I got out and didn't have a job, there was this one fairy who would pay me $20 bucks if I fucked his ass. That fairy's ass was my main source of income for a few weeks, until I got a real job. The last time I went to his apartment, he paid me and I fucked him good, and then I beat him up and robbed him, disappearing into the night with a new stereo, a small TV and a few hundred bucks. And the wristwatch I still wear, come to think of it.
So here I was, staring at this giant man, with a hard on like a 16 year old virgin at a strip show, and unable to swallow. I actually started to blush and stutter as I thanked him for the ride. He just looked at me with his mirrored glasses and grunted, and, in a deep, rumbling voice, asked me where I was going. I laughed: "New York City." He didn't respond: "Any place further east where I could get some shelter for the night and a meal would be great. I have no idea where I am right now. I'm totally lost." His continued silence made me so uncomfortable I continued to babble. "Not that anyone fucking cares. My wife kicked me out and divorced my sorry ass, I have no job, no family and no real friends. I'm going back to New York to try to get my life started again...." He ignored me, and I sat there thinking "You fucking asshole, shut up! You're making a fool of yourself!" I finally managed to control myself and stop talking.
We drove along in silence. The entire time I was intensely aware of his presence - of his size; of his masculine heat; of the clean smell of his sweat; and of his amazing good looks. Mostly I was aware of his tightly packed crotch. His body was so huge that he took up a lot of the cab of the truck, making me feel squeezed into the passenger side. I kept looking at him from the corner of my eyes, trying not to stare. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my hard on wouldn't go down. After about 15 minutes, he grunted and said: "Have you had enough of an eyeful, faggot?"
I was shocked: no one had ever called ME a faggot before. "I'm no faggot!" I yelled at him, a little louder and shriller than I intended. I was surprised by how high my voice sounded - like some screaming queen.
He laughed deep in his chest. "Yeah, right! So then why have you been drooling all over the fucking floor ever since you got in the truck? You're a fucking fag, all right!"
"You're out of your fucking mind, man! I'm a pussy lover from the word 'go': I got me a bunch of little bastards all over the place! I ain't never been a faggot!"
"Down this neck of the woods, we got a saying, fag boy, `If it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duck and it walks like a duck, it's a fucking DUCK!' And that pathetic little pecker of yours that's been threatening to bust your pants open since you got in this truck says you're a damned duck! I mean, it says you're queer."
I've always had a bad temper, and I was beginning to see red, forgetting the massive size of this man. "No one ever called me a fag before, and you're not going to do it now! I've even beaten up a few fags in my time!"
His deep laughter rolled through the truck. "What are you going to do, faggot? Slap me with your fucking limp wrists if I don't stop calling you a queer? Shit, I bet if I whipped out my cock right now, your lips would be wrapped around it in nothing flat!" He began to grope his giant mound of fuck meat.
I shut up, staring at his hand on his crotch, unconsciously licking my suddenly dry lips. He noticed and laughed again: "Yeah, I was right. You're a fucking fairy!"
Furiously I yelled at him "I'm nothing of the sort! I'm as much a real man as you are, motherfucker!" I angrily waved my fists in front of his face, wishing we weren't in the truck so I could take a poke at this arrogant bastard. "Stop the fucking truck and I'll show you who's the fucking faggot!"
Suddenly, a fist the size of a ham slammed into the side of my head, making me see stars. "Watch your mouth, fairy boy, or I'll knock all your teeth down your queer throat! You big city queers really get on my nerves sometimes. There's a couple of you faggots who come into the local bar here every few months - they got a cabin down here. You fairy boys come down here and stare at us big-old country boys, talking about us pretty fucking loudly, making us feel like pieces of meat. Why don't you fags stay in the city and leave us the fuck alone?"
I was really angry now, and I took a swing at him. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, throwing me against the door of the truck. I noticed a tire iron on the floor and I picked it up. I swung it at him, and actually managed to connect a glancing blow with his head, but he grabbed it from me, and the next thing I know, he hit me in the back of the head with the tire iron. He roared: "You're beginning to piss me off, fag boy! You don't attack a man in his own fucking truck!" He reached over and punched me in the mouth.
I was out of it for a few seconds, but when I became aware again, I realized we were slowing down near a dark farmhouse. I pulled open the door of the truck, thinking that I could be rescued from this madman by the people in the house. I ran towards the house, screaming for help, and I heard him getting out of the truck and chasing me, laughing. He caught up with me and tackled me. As we both fell, I kicked back at him, catching him in the chin. It didn't stop him but it seemed to slow him down, so I got up real quick and tried to kick him in the balls. I missed, and he roared in anger! "You're dead meat now, you fucking faggot asshole!"
As he got up from the ground, I started to run again towards the house. When I got to the porch steps, he caught up to me once more, and slammed the back of my head with the tire iron again. This time, my lights were out. ****
When I came to, I found myself lying face down on the porch, with the giant man sitting on my back. He was tying my wrists behind my back with some heavy rope. I strained to escape, calling for help. My captor laughed: "Hey, stupid, ain't no one here but us. This is my fucking house, I live alone, and the nearest neighbor is five miles away. So scream all you want, faggot. Won't do you no damned good!"
"Wha... what are you going to do to me?" I asked in fear. I was acutely aware that his big mound of meat was ground into my ass cheeks, and that I was totally helpless. I was also aware that during the course of our fight, I had shot a load of cum in my shorts. A BIG load.
"Well, now, let me think about this. I've caught myself a genuine New York City faggot cocksuckers fairy-boy with a bad case of the hots for me. Now, I ain't had a woman in a few years, ever since my wife got killed. It's always been hard to find a woman who can take my size. I mean, my Sarah was a big woman, over six feet tall, and I still had to be careful or I'd hurt her. The last time I was in the nearest city on business, the bellboy asked me on the third night if I was lonely. Since I was already kind of drunk, I told him I was, and for a $20 tip he arranged for a call girl. I was sitting in my room, drinking some more to try to relax when she showed up. After a few more drinks together, we got undressed, but when she saw my hard cock, she refused to service me. However, she did offer to set me up for free with a faggot she knew who liked big cocks. I was so desperate and drunk, I let her make the call. That mother fucker was the only person could ever take my whole cock! And he couldn't get enough of me! I ended up staying with him a week, and he paid ME two hundred bucks when I left! First time in my life my balls were ever totally empty."
He flipped me over and sat on my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. He had taken off his mirrored glasses, and I looked into his sad blue eyes. Then I looked down and realized that he was getting hard. If I was impressed by the mound in his pants before, I was now awe struck! As well as scared shitless, since I was already suspecting where his thoughts were leading.
"So, I figure a fag-boy like you might be just be what a lonely country boy like me needs until I can find a decent woman willing to replace Sarah. You can keep my balls drained, do some of the woman's work around here and keep me company." He laughed, and this time there was a danger in his laugh. "And you already told me that there ain't nobody's going to miss you for a while, and if they did, no one would know where to look for you." He opened up his zipper and hauled his pants down. I was faced with the biggest cock I had ever seen on a human. They were paired with balls the size of oranges. I was so amazed that my mouth dropped open, and before I knew it, he had shoved in a few inches of his cock into my virgin mouth. All I knew was that I was suddenly hard all over again. I was the prisoner of a crazy, horny giant who was raping my mouth, and I had never been so turned on in my life!
I may never have sucked a cock, but I've had quite a few blow jobs in my day. I figured that if I satisfied this monster, maybe he'd let me go, so I decided to try to do to him the things I liked a broad to do to me. I started to use my tongue on as much of this giant cock as I could manage. He moaned in his deep voice and began to push more of his cock in my mouth, but I couldn't take it and I began to gag. He eased off, and just kept thrusting the head and a few inches of his cock in and out of my mouth. I found myself really getting into this new experience. The longer we did it, the hotter I got.
After about ten minutes of this, I was beginning to hope he would finally cum, because his massive meat was making my inexperienced jaws ache. He pulled his cock out my sucking mouth with a sound like a champagne cork. He got up off the floor and I was finally able to breathe. He pulled up his pants, leaving his hard prick and giant balls sticking out, and opened the door to the house. He reached down and picked me up like I was a five pound bag of potatoes and carried me into the house and dumped me face down on a big sofa. I was still trying to catch my breath as I twisted my head to the side so I could watch him. He left the room.
I suddenly realized the gravity of my situation. He was still angry at me and knew that no one would miss me if I never showed up again. I really might never leave this house alive. I might find myself chained to a bed as a sex slave to this man for years.. I found it very weird that the idea turned me on.
When he came back into the room, he was naked. If I thought he was attractive dressed, he was like a god naked. As he ducked to get his head inside the door, I raised my estimate of his height to six foot ten. Covered in a dark fur, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his magnificent body. The fact that I had had the thought "magnificent body" and "looked like a god" about a guy surprised the shit out of me, but I was getting used to the idea that here was a stud who made me feel things I had never felt about another man, think things about him I had never though possible. And I didn't even know his fucking name.
I stared at his wet cock that had been ravaging my mouth. Before I could control myself, I blurted out: "Damn! How big is that fucking thing, anyway?" Then I was embarrassed and began to blush again. His deep laughter, which for some strange reason caused my balls to ache, greeted my sudden silence. "Arnie, the fag in the city, measured it at a tad over 13 inches. He said it was six inches around the head and over eight inches around the base. He claimed it was the biggest he ever had in a lifetime of hunting big cocks!" And I had been so proud of my nine inches! "Arnie offered to set me up with a nice apartment in the city if he could sell my cock to his friends. He said we could both make some nice money at it. Since it was nice to be sexually satisfied for a change, I was tempted, but I wanted to stay here on the farm for my sons. It's been in the family for seven generations now."
Even though I was tied up, I had managed to sit up, "You have sons? I thought you said you lived here alone." Maybe this meant he wasn't really going to hold me here captive.
"After Sarah got run over by a drunk driver, I had trouble taking care of three boys and running the farm. My little brother and his wife offered to take them in with their four kids, and since my brother lives closer to town, making it easier for the boys to get to school, I decided to do that until I had a new mother for my boys. But I can't find a willing woman anywhere in the area." He gave a wistful sigh. "I go visit them every Sunday." My hopes of rescue died.
Talking about his family deflated his cock, and I was hoping that maybe he had calmed down and that this was over. He dashed those hopes when he walked over, and opened my belt, pulling my pants and shorts off with my shoes. He stood examining me, grunted and said "You ought to be kept naked." That sort of surprised me; was he having the same sort of unusual thoughts about me that I was having about him?
He walked off and returned with a knife, which caused my hard on to shrivel away. He reached over and grabbed the collar of my t-shirt, which had gotten ripped in our fight and used the knife to cut off the rest of my shirt. I was now totally nude also. He picked up the rags that were the remains of my shirt, then picked me up off the sofa and casually carried me up the stairs to a bedroom over one massive, hairy shoulder, dumping me face down on a gigantic bed. He slapped my ass, and then began to massage my ass cheeks, groaning. I turned my head and saw that he was hard again, and that he had the gleam of lust in his eye as he played with my ass. Now, I really knew fear.
"Wait a minute! I have to admit that for some reason you turn me on, but I was telling the truth before when I said I wasn't a fag. I've never been fucked. Today was the first time I ever even had a cock in my mouth. If you shove that monster dong up my virgin ass, you'll fucking kill me. It will rip my asshole to shreds and I`ll bleed to death! Let me finish you with my mouth! Please?? I confess that sucking you before turned me on and I'm willing to taste your cum."
He looked at me with the lust in his eyes, and shook his head. "I don't give a shit about what you want. I need to drain my balls now, and your ass looks mighty fine. Almost as pretty as a woman's twat. Now, Arnie and his faggot buddies did teach me a few things about fucking ass, so I know how to do it without seriously damaging you. At least, I won't if you cooperate. If you fight it, you may get hurt bad. Of course, I can't guarantee what condition your asshole will be in when I'm done." He laughed an evil sounding laugh. My blood ran cold at the sound of it.
He walked out of the room, and returned carrying a big jar of Vaseline. He sat down on the bed and began to grease up my ass. Then he shoved one of his massive fingers in my asshole and I screamed from the pain. He slapped my ass and ordered me to relax. I tried, but the pain was horrible as he began to fuck me with one finger. I kept screaming.
"Fuck, you're getting on my damned nerves, faggot!" He reached over and picked up the rags of my shirt that were laying on the bed, and shoved them in my mouth, and then went back to finger fucking my ass.
Slowly, the pain ebbed away and it began to feel good. I was getting turned on again, and I moaned in pleasure. That was his cue to start inserting a second finger. The pain returned, but not as bad as the first finger, and after awhile that warm glow returned to my ass. I began to push my ass back towards his fucking fingers, and he laughed at that, inserting a third finger. The pain was a lot less, and I began to enjoy myself in just a few minutes.
He had climbed up on the bed and was on his knees between my legs, really working hard at shoving those huge fingers in and out of my ass. I was aware that my hard cock was drooling lube onto the bed cover. I had never been so turned on before in my life. Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from my ass, and I groaned in disappointment. His dangerous laugh returned.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Now, fag boy, your man is going to claim you! I'm going to make you my fucking woman!" He repositioned himself, and I felt the head of his monstrously large prick poking at my asshole. I tried to relax, hoping that the experience might actually be as pleasant as having his three fingers in my ass. He bucked his hips and I felt a burning pain as the head slip into my asshole. I screamed into my gag, trying to wriggle away from this new pain. He hit me on the side of my head in warning, and then, as he slapped my ass, I felt more of his cock slip into my bowels.
He was slowly pushing in, and I suppose he was trying to be gentle to my virgin ass, but I kept screaming in pain as he slipped in. Every once in a while he would slap my ass. At one point he stopped and I thought he was finally in, so I stopped screaming, trying to catch my breath through the gag. He whispered in my ear "Half way in", and after giving me some time to get used to his giant cock shoved in my ass, he went back to slowly pushing in, but it didn't seem as painful as before. Even the slaps on my ass began to feel surprisingly good. "Make like you're taking a shit." he growled. I did, and he slipped in easier.
With a grunt, he shoved in the last inch, his balls slapping my ass. He lay there on top of me, totally covering me. As the pain in my ass receded, his weight on top of me made me feel totally conquered. I found that I loved the feeling! When the pain was mostly gone, I noticed that my cock was totally hard and drooling again. He whispered in my ear: "Let me know when you're ready, fag boy." I decided it was time to see if the actual fucking was as bad as the deflowering. Gagged and tied up, I couldn't figure out how to let him know that I was ready, and then I wriggled my ass, trying to get even more of that monster prick in my tight ass. He took the hint and got back up on his knees, slowly pulling the entire thing except the head from out of my boiling bowels. It hurt, but it also felt, well, fucking exciting.
His first few dozen strokes were slow and somewhat gentle. I began to enjoy myself, and I noticed that we were both sweating like pigs. His breath became a little heavier, and he began to speed up his strokes. He shifted his position so that his strokes were longer and deeper, and he began to fuck me in earnest. The pain was now almost totally gone, and I found myself unconsciously pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, getting him even deeper in me. He began to pound his cock deeply into me, grunting with each stroke, and I greeted his grunts with my own.
He stopped, pulling almost totally out of me. He then picked me up and turned me over, with his cock still impaled in my ass. The twisting was painful, but it also got me hotter than I`d ever been in my life! I realized that he kept pushing me to higher levels of arousal than I had ever though possible - and we were far from done.
He pushed my legs back so that my feet were up near my ears, and shoved his cock back all the way into my ass. Soon, we were bucking together, our mutual grunts and moans adding to the excitement. I was beginning to wish that he would take the gag out of my mouth when he realized I was no longer screaming, reached down and pulled out the gag. I murmured "Thank you." and wiggled my ass against him to let him know I appreciated it. He smiled at me. It was the first time he had ever smiled at me, and I almost came at the sight of his even white teeth in a warm smile that drained the sadness from his eyes.
He went into hard drive now, really slamming his giant prick deeply into my guts. I realized that I was dripping great amounts of pre-cum all over my smooth, hairless chest. As he picked up the speed, he leaned down and began to bite my neck, like a hound would do while fucking his bitch in heat. I groaned at the further proof of his total domination, and wished that my arms were free so I could hug the man who was raping my ass.
There was a warm glow deep in my ass from the pressure of his cock. Suddenly, I realized that for the first time in my life, I was about to cum without a hand or a mouth or a cunt on my cock. I screamed out "You hot, hairy, big dicked motherfucker, I'm going to cum!"
He groaned "Yeah, faggot, I can feel your ass squeezing the hell out of my fucking pole! Yeah, fairy boy, do it, shoot your fucking load! Your ass feels so good on my fucking cock!" With that, I groaned and began to shoot the largest load I had ever shot in my fucking life, covering his hairy chest with my jism. I thought I was going to cum forever - it just kept shooting out of me in waves, and every spurt caused my ass to clamp down on the cock driving deep into me.
He moaned and then screamed "I'm going to cum in your fucking ass, faggot! Get ready for your man's load!" As I felt the fire of his hot load filling my guts, he totally surprised me. He leaned forward and started to kiss me, filling my mouth with his tongue. It was a warm, lingering, passionate kiss. His hard masculine face had soft lips. He also shot a huge load, taking a really long time to finish filling my ass with his cum. There was so much of it, I could feel it oozing out of my plugged ass and down my upper thigh.
We lay there like that for a long time, kissing while his cock grew soft in my ass. He was so big, he was wedged firmly in there even when he was soft. Although I didn't want him to pull out and end the experience, my legs were beginning to hurt me, and I had to shit. I whispered this information in his ear, and with a reluctant groan on both our parts, he slowly pulled out of my ass. His cum flowed out of my stretched ass hole.
He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, sitting me in the toilet. I had to wince a little from pain when I sat down on the bowl. I was aware that along with the shit, large amounts of cum was dripping out of my ass. He left me there and returned with some towels. He began to wash the Vaseline, shit and cum off his cock in the sink, smiling that killer smile at me. As far as I was concerned, his smile made it all worthwhile.
He walked over to me, and pulled me off the toilet. He commanded me to lick my cum off his chest. The idea of running my tongue over his sweaty hair suddenly appealed to me, and I willingly complied. As I got all my cum off of him, I noticed that his nipples were getting hard. I was curious and began to lick one of them. He groaned and pushed my head deeper into his massive chest. "Chew it!" he commanded. I eagerly obeyed. After some time, he moved my head to his other nipple and I needed no further invitation. He groaned and moaned, and I noticed with surprise that so soon after shooting such a monster load, I was getting hard again. I was also pleasantly surprised to realize that my captor was hard again, and his beautiful big erection was poking into me. I groaned back at him. Here I go again; think of that telephone pole that had hammered into my ass as a "big beautiful erection?"
He lowered me back onto the toilet seat, and tersely ordered me to open my mouth. As I did so, he slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, filling me quickly. He groaned in pleasure, grabbed my head and began to thrust into my mouth. This time we were in a better position, and I was able to take a few more inches into my mouth. I was wishing that I could deep throat him like my ex-wife used to do to me, but I knew that this was impossible, at least for a novice cock sucker like me. I started to use my tongue as much as I could on the massive head, and I could tell from his moans of pleasure that for a beginner, I was doing a good job.
He kept fucking my face. I realized he was trying to be gentle, but as he grew more passionate, he would sometimes push too much into my throat, making me gag. After a while, I realized that it turned him on when I gagged from his giant size, and I began to push my head forward occasionally to force more in my throat.
Once more, he seemed to be reading my mind. I was wondering what his giant hairy balls felt like, and began to wish that he would untie my arms so that I could find out. He groaned and said "Damn fag boy, I'm going to risk it and untie you because I need you to play with my fucking balls. It's the only way I can cum from a blow job." I nodded my head around his cock. He pulled out of my mouth, and I smiled at him as he reached behind me and untied my hands.
I couldn't resist it, though, and I jokingly murmured at him through my smile, "I ain't no fucking fag!"
We both laughed and with a warm smile he growled, "That's not true. You're MY fucking fag now. And don't you fucking forget it." I felt a warm glow at his words and smile. He DID have some sort of reaction to me similar to the strange attraction I felt for him. I felt all warm and excited that he sounded possessive of me. I really liked it - while I had never like having a woman acting possessive of me in the past.
My voice was dead serious when I replied with a smile: "Listen to me, man. I'd fucking try to kill any other man who called me a fag. But you... damn it, you can call me whatever you fucking want. I don't give a flying fuck anymore. I've given up trying to understand why I feel the way I do around YOU - and only you. But what the hell do I call you?"
That warm smile returned with that deep chuckle. "I guess for now -- "Sir" will do." My balls churned from that chuckle - and the words.
"Yes, SIR!" I jokingly replied, in good military style. We both laughed again.
While the blood returned to my hands, he lifted his cock up and pushed my face into his balls. "Lick them, fag boy" he growled.
"Yes, sir" I whispered as I obeyed. . After the first taste, I was hooked. I loved the sweat and the heat and the hair. I went crazy licking and sucking those massive, sweaty orbs. I realized that I had gotten to the point where I was willing to do anything he ordered. I began to pull at his balls as I licked them, making him groan in pleasure
Yet again, it seemed like he read my mind. As I thought that I would do anything he ordered, he pulled away from my face and looked into my eyes for a full minute, with a serious expression on his handsome face. Then he growled, "You're my fag boy now, right?" I nodded in agreement. "Are you ready to prove it, fag boy?" he moaned.
"Yes sir" I whispered.
"There's this thing Arnie used to do for me that would really get me really hot." I smiled, waiting for my orders. He turned around and thrust his muscular, hairy ass at me, spreading his cheeks so that I could see the tiny rosebud of his asshole. "Eat my fucking ass, fag boy." Without thinking, I thrust my face into his ass, licking the sides of his ass as I went. The smell and the warmth were intoxicating, and the feel of his steel muscles under his velvety fur on my hands made me groan.
"Get your tongue in there deep, fag boy. Really eat out my hole." As I worked my inexperienced tongue in as deeply as I could manage with his taut muscular buns, I felt him begin to jerk on his cock as he groaned deeply in pleasure. "YEAH, fag boy, that's good. Get in there deep! You're really getting your man hot." His words excited me, and I tried to get even deeper in.
Just as my tongue and jaws were beginning to wear out, he pulled away and turned around. His massive hard on jutted from his hairy loins, purple with blood and dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. Without thinking, I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off the head, and then sucked my man's cock into my mouth, sighing with satisfaction. I played with his balls with one hand as I jerked on my hard cock with the other. He reached down and began to pinch my nipples, making my cock jump. I never realized before how sensitive my nipples were, and I thoroughly enjoyed the rough handling they were getting! This old dog was learning a LOT of exciting new tricks.
As he thrust deeper into my mouth and continued to manhandle my tits, my asshole began to spasm in passion. I realized that I was still dripping cum from his first load out of my ass while I could fell his balls tightening up, getting ready to fill my mouth with his load. The realization that I was about to taste my man's load for the first time suddenly made me break out into a hot sweat. I pounded on my hard cock, remembering that with the load I had shot in my shorts during our fight, this would be my third load in a short time. I wondered if I could even manage to shoot another load, since I rarely could even shoot a second load without an hour or two of rest in between. I realized I was about to find out.
"Sir" kept thrusting into my mouth, and he got deeper into my throat all the time. I would gag for a while, and then after I adjusted I would lean forward to let him know that I was now able to take that amount of his massive manhood in my throat. Each time, he would growl in pleasure, and hug my head to show his appreciation at the attempt I was making. "Yeah, fag boy, you're turning into one great fucking cock sucker!" he shouted. Then he reached down again to pull at my sensitive tits. Although my jaws and throat were hurting, the fact that I was giving such pleasure to the man I realized was falling in love with pushed me to try harder and harder. Yes, I accepted at that moment that no matter what, I was falling in love with this massive monster who was a total stranger, but filled me with strange lusts, and that I really didn't want to leave that house anymore. At least, not for quite awhile.
With a shout, "Sir" suddenly pushed the last inch of his giant cock into my throat, his balls mashing into my chin. As we both groaned in pleasure, I began to pull and mash his balls roughly. "YEAH, do that more!" he shouted, fucking my throat with long strokes. He shoved his cock in deep and while he roared out wordlessly, I felt his balls jump in their saliva covered sack in my hands. He wrapped his arms around my head, holding my stretched mouth trapped against his sweaty pubic hair. I hugged his hips, playfully pinching his ass cheeks. With a groan of disappointment, I realized that "Sir" was starting to cum deep in my throat, where I couldn't taste it. Once more he read my mind, because with a slight murmur that sounded like an apology, he let go of my head and pulled out so that just the head of his shooting cock was in my mouth.
The new taste flooded my senses. I loved the taste, the texture and the heat of my man's burning load. Although I swallowed as fast as I could, his load was so big that some of it leaked out of my lips and down my chin. I swallowed all I could, holding onto his hips so he couldn't deprive me of one drop of his nectar.
Finally, with a groan he pulled his now soft cock from my mouth. He fell back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. I slumped in the toilet seat, exhausted. I realized that we were both covered with sweat from our strenuous passion, and one other thing. Again, I had shot my load without a hand or mouth or pussy. The taste of my man's load was enough to make me cum again. Oh, yes, I was definitely in love, but I had to be sure that I didn't let him know it until. well, until I knew his fucking name, at least. Or maybe until I knew how he felt about me?
After we caught our breath, "Sir" walked over to me. He leaned down and began to kiss me again. Gentle at first, the heat and passion grew, and I realized that this man WAS beginning to have some sort of feelings for me. After a few minutes of dueling tongues. he pulled away and said. "So that's what my cum tasted like." We both laughed as he handed me some toilet paper. "Finish up. I need to take a mean piss."
After he took his piss, he pushed me into the shower and we washed off the sweat and dried cum in a long, hot shower with lots of passionate kisses. "Sir" gently washed my ass very thoroughly, getting a soapy finger in deep.
When we got out, he handed me his razor. "I think you would look better with a shave. Besides, your beard burned my ass when you were eating me out." He laughed as he left the room, leaving me to shave. It felt good to be clean and warm. And to have my balls totally drained for the first time in my life.
When I returned to the bedroom, it was empty. It was dark outside now. I could smell food from downstairs, so I followed my nose to the kitchen. I remembered my Man's comment that I should be kept naked. I assumed that meant he liked the sight of my naked body, so I wandered downstairs naked. Even after a nice shower, I could feels some pain in my ass, and I felt like there was still a lot of his cum sloshing around in my guts. I was surprised by how good that felt.
I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of my massive man cooking some streaks and frying potatoes. He pointed at a cabinet and ordered me to set the table. When the food was done, he brought it to the table, along with a couple of bottles of beer. He gave me another warm kiss, while squeezing my ass. I moaned around his lips. We sat down to the table naked, smiling at each other. "Do you know how to cook, fag boy?" he asked in his beautiful deep voice.
"Yes, sir, I was a cook in the army."
We ate in silence for a few minutes while he stared at me, obviously thinking about something. He took deep swallow of his beer and said: "Would you like to stay here for a while with me, fag boy?" He suddenly blushed. "I have to admit, I would really like that. Not just for the sex. Not just for the chores. For the company, too. And you are one fucking great kisser!" He smiled at me shyly. My heart melted.
"If I stay, we're only "fag boy" and "sir" in the bedroom, OK?" He nodded. He reached out his giant paw across the table and grabbed my hand. "OK. My name is Guy." I started to laugh. He stared at me for a few seconds, puzzled. When I caught my breath, I gasped out. "That is SO fucking funny! MY name is Guy, too!" He joined my laughter.
After awhile he got serious. "Guy, I can't promise any different sex than we had today. I've never actually wanted to have sex with a man before. Arnie was a convenience, but I had to imagine I was fucking a woman to get off, most of the time. The only time I could ever get hot for his ass with my eyes open was after he ate my ass. But today, from the minute I flipped you on your back and looked in your eyes, I realized I had stopped fucking in anger and was making love to a man for the first time. But at this point, I doubt if I can, uh, return the favor. But then, you told me that you never..."
I smiled at Guy. "Yeah, I never serviced a guy before. I fucked some fag ass and mouth when I was younger and hard up, but I never felt anything for any of them. I certainly never wanted to suck cock or take it up the ass! To be honest, I'm shocked as shit that I felt so hot for you. Even when we were fighting, I was hot for you. I don't know if you noticed, but I even shot a load while you were beating the crap out of me on the porch." He nodded, smiling. "Right now, my attitude is that I liked what we did today, and if I keep cumming like that every time you use me, you won't have to do anything for me! Of course, remember that I will still beat the shit out of anyone who calls me a fag, except you." We both laughed. "And I'm serious - call me a fag outside the bedroom and I'm out of here!"
He smirked: "How about if I'm fucking you in the barn?"
I laughed. "You know what I mean, mother fucker! "Fag Boy" and "Sir" are for our private sex life only. As far as any of your neighbors know, I'm... I'm your hired hand."
He nodded in agreement. "I'll even set up a bedroom for you so people won't ask questions. And so you can have some privacy. And the hired hand idea is good. I do need help around here. I'll even pay you the going wages for a beginner hired hand." As I shook my head, he stopped me. "This is a small town. If you don't start depositing a pay check in the local bank, every one will know real fast." I reached over and shook his hand to seal the deal.
"One other thing." he said "If you feel you need some pussy, that won't bother me. If I could find any myself, I still might fuck a woman some times. But I think it would bother me if you had sex with another man."
It was my turn to smirk: "How about if we pick up a big city fag to share?"
He laughed heartily. "Hell, maybe I'll take you to the city and introduce you to Arnie and his friends. You're pretty nicely hung yourself, and they'd love to service the two of us!" Guy got up, and began to kiss me again. He picked me up from the chair and carried me back up to the bedroom. To my surprise and delight, pretty soon I had another load of his cum in my ass, and was licking my load off of his beautiful fur.
That was seven years ago. I still live with and love Guy. His sons are the only ones who know about our relationship, since they've come back to live with us. As far as the neighbors are concerned, I'm the hired hand who takes care of the boys and house, as well as working hard on the farm. Although I have gone out drinking in the local bar thinking that I might find some pussy, at the end of the evening I realize that I prefer Guy's giant cock up my ass or down my throat. And that's was even when I found a willing and hot woman. Guy has come with me on some of these hunting expeditions, and once he met a young woman who made a play for him. He went on a few dates with her, and I was consumed with silent jealousy while they were out. He came home one night and told me that she had tried to get him to fuck her, and he realized he didn't want to - that my ass and mouth were what the wanted. That was the first time he whispered in my ear "I fucking love you, fag boy." I cried that night while he screwed me into the bed with a passion surpassing everything except our first day together. He never called her again, and not long afterwards she moved away.
A couple of times a year, we go to the city to visit Arnie and have a ball with our new gay friends. When we're with them, we're both aggressors, and none of them even know how much I love getting fucked by Guy. Arnie loves servicing both of us. His favorite activity is to sit on my cock while I'm on my back, and to have Guy slide his cock into his already stuffed ass from the rear and bring all three of us to a giant orgasm with the friction of our two cocks in Arnie's talented rear end.
Guy remains totally the boss in our sex life. (I can't say the bedroom: the barn ended up becoming a favorite place for us to fuck in warm weather, and Guy has developed a thing for fucking me on the kitchen table after a meal when the boys aren't home.) I am real happy with that, and it is as common for me to initiate our special brand of sex as it is for "Sir". (We've added "Master" and "Slave Pussy" when we're using the bondage toys Arnie has introduced us to.)
On special occasions, Guy will give me a blow job, and on one special night, when we were both really high, I finally followed my tongue into his ass with my cock. Since he was on his back, I could see him wince with the pain as I fucked him. Seeing that he wasn't really enjoying it, I began to pull out, but he stopped me. "I want to make my fag boy as happy tonight as he makes me. I do love you, fag boy, and I need to show it. Fuck the shit out of me, please?"
Guy totally surprised both of us by shooting a load while I fucked him. Afterwards, I told him how much I appreciated what he had done, but that it wasn't necessary for him to service me for me to know how much he loves me. He laughed and said, "I might still surprise you in the future, lover."
That was the first time he used that word. But what still always makes me feel really special and possessed are the times when the man I love picks me up like a rag doll and carries me to the bedroom. It's then I know how much he wants me, and how powerless I am in his muscular arms.
I rarely actually use my own bedroom, except to keep my clothes in there. There have been a few times when Guy's relatives have come to stay to visit the boys when I slept alone, but I usually share Guy's bed.
There have also been some times when we've had an argument and I've retreated to my bedroom in anger, but I always wake up with Guy behind me on the narrow bed, nibbling my ear. When he gets me good and horny, he always whispers "I'm sorry, fag boy.", even when we both know that I was wrong. I always return the apology, and then he picks me up and carries me back to OUR bed.
The boys really accept our relationship. They even started calling "Poppy" or "Pops" after a few months together. A few times, when I was nagging them, they have sarcastically answered "Yes, MOM!", but a stern look from me or their Dad causes them to mutter "Sorry, Pops." I have to confess that I have come to love those boys as much as I love their father. And the relationship with these boys have lead me to contact my three children and their mothers and to re-establish relationships with them all. That is a big gift that came from getting raped by my truck driver!
Matt, the oldest, just turned 19 and has been working with us on the farm since graduating high school. I know he's screwing his girlfriend regularly. (He forgets to throw away the used condoms and I find them in his pants when I'm doing the laundry.) He knows that I know, since I make sure there are fresh condoms always in his sock drawer and I ask him if he's "properly prepared" before he leaves on a date - Guy and I are not ready to be grandparents yet. He's almost as big as Guy, and almost as handsome.
Last week, he came up behind me in the kitchen and kissed me on the neck, and started to dry hump my ass. Matt then admitted that although he prefers girls, he does think about fucking my ass "like Dad does." I laughed and punched him in the arm, and he walked off whistling. After I told Guy about it, he sat down and had a talk with Matt, explaining to him that my rear end is "private property". That was after he asked me if I wanted Matt to fuck me, which lead to one of the few serious fights Guy and I have had. I got so angry at the idea that Guy thought I might want to have sex with our SON that I suddenly punched Guy hard in the face, to his surprise. The boys were spending the day with their uncle, and suddenly Guy smirked and gave me a solid punch in the gut. Since working on the farm has added to my muscle, we ended up having a fight that was longer and more vicious than the day we met, but without the tire iron. Although I broke his nose and left him with a black eye, Guy beat the shit out of me again. He tore my clothes into rags, and my ass was sore from the fucking that followed for two days! It was fucking GREAT! We've still got the passion!
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