The Yard Man By Nathan Harvey
The drive back from Indianapolis was a long boring trip and I was getting weary from the monotony of the road. I enjoyed these business trips a lot more in the past when I could check the roadside rest stops for a quick head job. Since Indiana had closed their roadside johns there was little reason to cruse its rest stops. Even now just thinking about a good blowjob and I was getting me horny as hell. Massaging my nuts gave me little relief. At the crest of the hill I began reducing speed to check out an interesting looking abandoned rest stop. Pulling into the parking lot I could see the only other vehicle there was a dump truck at the far end of the lot. There was little activity in the park, just a big black maintenance man clearing trash. Parking in front of the shack and locking my car I started to stretch my legs to get some circulation going. Lumbering around all stiff from sitting so long I decided to go into the shack and take a crap.
The structure was in shambles but you could still see that it had been a two- holed shithouse. Now there were barely four partial walls and just a suggestion of a roof of the structure left. The building looked something like a stage setting or a moving picture prop in a war zone. Dropping my jeans I managed to sit on the remaining piece of the broken shelf to take a shit. I began to think of all the good times I'd had in roadside stops like this one in my teenage years. What a shame that was all gone now. The young gay kids now don't know what they had missed. These outhouses use to be drive-in meat markets in there day. Finishing my business I fished around in my pocket for some Kleenex to wipe my ass. Thinking about all the cock I'd sucked in places like this made me horny and hard. Fondling my meat and watching it spring into action as I stroked it I remembered all the good times I'd in these rest stops like this. Some nights there was a waiting line of horny studs waiting to be serviced.
Getting close to climax I crouched down into a hunched position and began shooting my load. I was spraying all over the air and on the floor and it felt extravagant just getting it off-- I still could shoot a damn good load. Suddenly hearing a sound behind me I turned and spotted someone peering in watching my brief sexual fling. Straightening up fumbling and pulling my cock into place I tried to look normal. Then I heard soft laughter and seconds later this handsome black face appeared in the doorway. In a low voice he whispered, "Shit man I was just looking for a little relief. Can you help me with my problem white boy? My balls are about ready to blow from all that bouncing around in my truck". He stood there with his coveralls unzipped and from the black kinky hair running the length of the zipper it was clear he had nothing underneath those coveralls. Then taking a step forward shrugging his shoulders he let the coveralls drop to his heavy work boots. He exposed one godlike body graced by an enormous cock springing from huge hairy balls. Again in a louder voice this time said he needed to be serviced.
I lost it with my heart beating a mile a minute and my eyes were smarting as my gaze traveled down that fur-covered chest. I followed that trail of kinky hair leading to his enormous cock with its huge head glistening with precum. Slowly he stroked that massive cock and I wanted that meat of his. Without a second thought letting my jeans drop and sinking to my knees in submission I was eager to service that ebony tool of his. Advancing swiftly and shoveling that enormous drooling cockshead into my hungry waiting mouth I closed my mouth hungrily around his cock. Grabbing his firm asscheeks I thrilled at the touch of his fur-covered loins and pulled him forward ramming his tool in as far as I could take it. My passions were heightened as my nostrils were filled with the earthy scent of this man. Struggling and swallowing I choked down his enormous rod until my face nestled in his coarse pelt of pubic hair.
In seconds I was rewarded with a giant load of cum pouring down my throat. Still hard he began to facefuck me. Grabbing my head he would withdraw almost all of his cock and then plunge deep into my throat until we almost became as one. This time it was with slow and deliberate movement his organ pulsed and reached to the very debts of my throat. Then I could feel his balls stiffened he began filling me with his warm, sweet nectar again. Swallowing I continued to suck until I had the last of his essence and his tool began to soften. Smiling he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth helping me to my feet. Pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket then he lit two and offered me one. Leaning back then against the wall we puffed on our smokes and relaxed. He stood there naked and beautiful with his coveralls still around his ankles.
His cock was beginning to stiffen again and he was primed for action. This man was a sex machine and I wanted to be his service man. As I started to kneel he grasped my shoulders and began lifting and turning me until his cock was probing my ass. He said he wanted something different this time. He wanted my ass and spitting on his cockshead wetting it he began invading my ass. Crying out that he was too big soon desire overcame my caution and I surrender to his desires. Then he shoved an open bottle of poppers under my nose telling me it would make me relax. Breathing deeply I became real dizzy at first then desire inflamed my mind. My ass grew hot and hungry for his cock and I wanted it. I started pushing back on his cock as he kept thrusting forward. Pain and pleasure ripped through my body as he inched deeper into my body. I was obsessed and wanted him to fill my ass with everything he had. Crying out in ecstasy as he pushed the poppers under my nose my ass began to accommodate his giant joystick.
He kept moving forward pushing me into the wall and then straightening up. His cock plunged deep up my ass lifting my feet from the floor leaving me suspended on his meat. Placing his huge hands on my hips he began jacking himself off with my ass. Dangling on his tool leaned forward steadying myself against the fire stops of the shed. He kept holding me on that rocket of his and sliding me up and down on his shaft. I hung there like a coat on a rack becoming an extension of his body. Now my every movement was completely under his control. After a long and delicious reaming with one final thrust, he implanted his entire organ deep into my ass unloading his load in violent spurts. Gasping, as he came I felt like I wanted him to stay in my body forever. I'd never been fucked so completely by any white man and felt that I would never again be so fulfilled. Lifting me down from his hanger I turned covering him with kisses. Still hungry for his cock I dropped to my knees to surrender to his manhood again. Laughing he said, "Glad you like my cock Kevin you've got a great ass and I'll screw you any time you want it, I always wanted to get into your pants."
I froze, shocked that this black Adonis knew me. Looking up into his face I began to remember that we had known each other long ago. He was the young stud of a boy that did my parent's yard when I was little. I was just a small boy but I remember how he looked when he pealed off his shirt and cut our yard, his young firm body shiny with perspiration. I would lie in bed at night pretending he was with me naked and I was his slave. I'd fantasized about him for years. Man had he changed a lot! He was now a strapping brute. His body was covered with course, wire like, all that black, curly hair and he was REALLY hung. His clean, full features, that wonderful fur covered body made me want to worship him. I could fall in love with him. Then my Adonis knelt and pulled me closer and shoved my rod in his moist hot mouth. As he pumped my tool ran my hands over that classic head and face. Then moving my hands across his massive fur covered shoulders and back with wild passionate strokes I drove my meat deep into him. I felt my passions drain from my body as I filled him with cum. Then I went limp. He held me and then standing pressed his mouth on mine and we kissed. . We could taste our body fluids mixed with our saliva and I felt complete like I'd become a part of him. Slowly dressing we went out for another smoke. I didn't want that moment to be over. It was getting dark and now it was hard to make out his face or that glorious body of his.
We exchanged phone numbers then and were surprised we lived in the same town. We promised to call and we both promised faithfully to meet again. Then we both drove off in separate directions. As I pulled out of the lot I felt it was a shame but in a few days my wonderful afternoon of black passion would be nothing but a hot memory, a roadside affairs never to go anywhere. On the drive all the way home I could feel my ass yearning for my chocolate soldier. It would be hard to forget that cock reaming me. Maybe his time it would be more than a memory. I had never been so possessed by a man in my life.
I lay in bed reminiscing about that wonderful black Adonis I had surrendered my body to at that rest stop. I'd never given myself so completely to anyone and now this black man filled my thoughts. We had exchanged phone numbers when we found we lived in the same town. We had even promised to call and meet again and then we drove off in separate directions. I began to feel it was just a wonderful memory. Then it happened, early Tuesday morning my bear man called-he wanted me to come to visit Saturday, telling me he wanted me again. He had something special planned for me. I ask him if there was anything I should bring. Laughing in that low husky voice he said I was equipped with everything he wanted. Before I could move from the phone it rang again and my bear man told me to count on spending the weekend. I was in heaven.
Unsure of his neighborhood and uncomfortable with that part of town found his place with no problems. I managed to arrive just after two O'clock like he had told me to. His apartment was located over an old used furniture store and had its own parking spots. Climbing the back stairs I looked for a bell and finding none I knocked. The door opened a crack and then swung wide. Smiling my black Adonis welcomed me in. I was eager to see him and thrilled he was dressed for pleasure. He was wearing a leather biker hat that covered his black kinky hair, leather straps accentuated by silver rings emphasized his thick hairy chest. A leather strap led down to a large cockring around his proud erect meat. He told me then that he'd bought his outfit especially for me today and grabbing my hand told me he'd selected some leather especially for me to wear. Slowly stripping me naked and leading me to the bathroom he gave me a jar of cream telling me to lather my body with it and rinse off in the shower. He wanted to prepare my body for my leather. The cream felt refreshing and tingling, and further enhanced the anticipation of having his body.
Then slipping under the water I began to rinse. I was shocked when my body hair began to slip away. Drying off I stood looking in the bathroom mirror speechless as my white, naked, hairless body looked back at me. Getting over the initial shock I admired my smooth chest, my long slim arms and legs--even my seven-inch cock looked longer without my body hair. My black Adonis was making me his very own. Seeing our reflections in the mirror together I realize we belonged together. He was strong black and manly, covered with coarse kinky hair, and me, tall, slim, blond and now nude of all body hair. I hugged him I could feel all his wonderful fur against my naked body. My Bear man led me away to try on my new leather. First he buckled a wide collar with D rings around my neck. Then he slipped cuffs on my wrists and ankles.
I was intrigued when he connected my cuff together with chains and laughing and saying that it was time white people wore chains. Then kneeling down he attach one more ornament--a leather band around my balls with a heavy weight swinging from three silver chains. It smarted and pulled but I said nothing. Kneeling then to service him he held me off. He said he said he needed to prepare himself for me. With a quick motion he scooped up a jelly like substance and began to apply it to his mammoth tool. Laughing he said he would now taste like a cherry Popsicle. Taking my head in his hands he began to instruct me on how to take his cock. He wanted me to take it deep into my throat and hold it, to accept his total length in one smooth even thrust.
Placing his tool on my lips he began pulling me onto his cock and as his shaft sank deeper into my mouth my throat began to tighten. Pausing for a second he began pushing further down this time until I could no longer breath. I began to struggle, getting light headed from the loss of air and in desperation I was forced to expand my throat like I'd never done before. He then trust his tool even deeper and I could feel his whole organ slip down my throat and then he began to grind and pump his meat into me. Now I was experiencing his soul, his very essence. While I was slurping and sucking for all my worth he began to fuck my face with wild passion. When he climaxed he stayed positioned deep in my throat and in a few seconds released a stream of piss. Swallowing hard, I could feel the warm liquid flow into my stomach and now I was confirming my position as his slave. With renewed vigor he began again to fuck my mouth in great thrusts, stroking deep, pulling his cock almost out of my mouth and then plunging deep until his balls were slapping my chin.
He told me that was the way a real man wanted to be sucked and I was to remember this. I sucked and he fucked for the better part of that day. I thought I would never get enough of his magic wand. I wanted to be his sex slave. After a long wonderful afternoon of sex with my bear man we went into the living room. I complained about the weigh of my ball harness pulling on me but he told me I would become use to it. He said it was designed to keep me in my place. Then he added even more weight to my balls forcing me to kneel. When I was on my knees he rearranged my chains, putting my hands behind my back and chaining them to my ankles. I began having second thoughts about how this game was going. I told him I thought I better dress and leave. Laughing he told me that was impossible that he'd had invited five of his friends over for cards and I was there as the surprise entertainment for the night.
Leaving me kneeling there naked he said hi had to change. I begged him to let me change but he said I was dressed the way he wanted me to be. Returning from the bedroom he mixed a drink for me. Holding the drink to my lips told me to drink it all. When I refused he slapped me telling me I would have a lot more fun tonight if I drank it. I obeyed and drank it. He filled the glass with that strange tasting mixture several more times for me. As I finished the last glass he told me from now on I was to address him as Master or Sir. By now I had lost all will to argue. I realize there was more in that glass than just liqueur. My head had started swimming now and there was a burning in my stomach. I was so horny my cock swelled throbbing with passion. I craved sex, I wanted to suck, fuck, any thing. Whatever was in that drink made me feel that I would never get enough sex.
There was a knocking then on the door and when my Master opened it five of his buddies trouped in the room for their card game. They were all surprised to find a hot white naked man chained and kneeling on the floor. Gathering around me to stare and snicker one of them prodded my cock and another one goosed my ass and they all laughed. I was so excited I began to cum right on the floor. My Master slapped me and told me to clean my cum up. Obeying his orders I licked the floor clean. Master told them that tonight after poker they had there own sex slave to service them. He said I could make there balls leap with my wild mouth, and ass. Then standing he said proudly can testify to that because I auditioned the bitch all afternoon." They all had a good laugh at that but still were not sure it was a good idea. He then told them this was going to be his answer to safe sex. They would have there own private sex slave to service just them. The room was strangely quiet as they started their game.
As they played the drinking and smoking began to loosen up. By there third beer they were beginning to like the idea of a white boy as a sex slave. They were now laughing and pointing at me, asking what they should do with their little white queer. The boys began to decide who would get sucked first when suddenly Whitie, a big hairy beast, jumped up all hot and horny and saying he was going first. Whitie stripped and advanced toward me. He was one of those big Neanderthal men with fur-covered arms and a mass of chest hair that flowed down to a hard, primed, bouncing cock. Seizing his meat he rammed his huge cock into my mouth. He was going to fuck any white bastard he could get his cock into, and with giant thrusts he repeatedly rammed his cock deeper making a path for his tool. He began to pump like he was planning on driving his sperm to the very bottom of my body. He fucked like a man possessed finally sinking deep into me and shooting his load.
By now the mixture I'd drunk had driven me wild. I was crazy for sex of any kind, the wilder the better. Whities cock lay implanted deep in my throat and I could feel it begin to stiffen again so I slowly began to suck it like my Master had taught me. His firm swollen cock was like a sugar lollypop to be tasted and enjoyed. I licked his cockshead and began to suck his tool deep into my throat--this time I sucked him like he were the only cock in the world. When he shot his load this time crying out he had never come like that before, not even in his wife and jumping up he said wanted to fuck my ass next. The card game was suddenly over than. The boys had been watching Whitie perform and they were hotter than hell. Now the boys wanted to get there nuts off, and throwing their cloths off they were all naked and ready to gangbang.
Whitey wanted to be the first fuck so my Master suggested they positioned me on the table so the boys could get sucked and fuck me at the same time. Unfastening my chains they draped me over a table dangling my cock and balls over the edge. As I was repositioned the boys began to snicker as they watched my balls sway with the weights, I felt nothing but lust and desire by then. All I could think of now was cock. When my arms and legs were again chained to the table they announced the gangbang was on. I had been positioned to suck and be fucked at the same time so Whitey and his brother each took their positions. You could tell they were brothers by a strong family resemblance in their bodies and the way they were hung. Steve was younger and slimmer with a fine covering of peach fuzz covering his hard young body--he would look like Whitey in a few years. Whities giant cock penetrated my ass and as I opened my mouth in pain it was instantly filled with Steve's cock.
He held that enormous weapon of his and planted it deep into my throat. Winking at his brother they started to pump and grind in unison. The gangbang had started and it was fuck time. When the brothers had worked themselves into a frenzy and shot there loads Bruce was waiting for his turn. Bruce was a dream, completely naked very tall, slim, and had a long slender cock that seemed to go on forever. Sliding his cock between my lips he began to face fuck me going deeper with each thrust until his cock began to feel like part of my body-- Pumping in long slow strokes he delayed his climax to prolong his excitement. Finally plunging his cock into the very depths of my throat he let out a passionate series of animated grunts and screams and shot his load hot and deep. The boys all laughed and cheered. He had put on a great show. Richard was the next to bat. Now Richard was the surprise of the group. First he was white and they'd nicknamed him big dick.
As he approached it was apparent why he'd gotten that name. He had a tough look about him and lots of blond hair scattered over his hard firm body. Taking his enormous cock in hand he placed it between my lips and proceeded to advance until he'd forced me to ingest his whole tool right down to his balls. I had reached the point now that I had no trouble accommodating their enormous tools. In delight he began to fuck my face and grabbing my ears he began to plunge his shaft deep forcing the air from me and creating a suction that pulled his meat to the very debts of my body. With a final thrust he buried his balls in my face and released his passions deep inside me. He was really a MAN!
The last of the boys to step up for service was Harry. He was the most adorable of them all. Nude he looked like a little teddy bear. He was covered with soft brown hair and a sweet plump cock. As he pushed his tool in my mouth I was able to massage it all over with my tongue--delighted he became so excited he came several times. I sucked his little cock deep into my mouth and gave him a throat massage. The boys delighted in watching the show as well as getting off-each one of them trying to out perform the other. I had cocks up my ass, and down my throat until I no longer had any sense of how many times I had been screwed--I was just afraid they would stop. Finally it was over and I lay spent and sore in a dreamlike state. The gangbang had lasted all night. The boys were dressing and getting ready to leave. They were thanking my master and saying they would be back next Saturday for another Gangbang.
I awoke Sunday morning in the arms of my Master. I was still in my leather. My master must have lifted me into bed with him; as I turned I felt his soft, firm, furry body next to my naked skin. It excited me and I held him tight, I had found my fantasy. Now every Saturday I would arrive to service my master and when it was time for the gangbang I would assume my position to service his guests. As the evening progressed my boys were getting if off, a loud pounding at the door startled us. My Master jumped up explaining he had ordered pizza for the treat tonight. Opening the door a little he acknowledged the deliveryman and reached to accept the order. He told the man to wait outside as he was naked and he would need to go get his money. Leaving the door it began to swing open and this young man stood looking in at a naked orgy of men fucking this white man chained to a bench. Stammering and blushing he asked if he could watch.
By now the party was in full swing and every one was in a good mood so they invited the Delivery Boy in and offered him a beer and a piece of pizza. The boys boasted that they had there own sex slave to fuck and Saturday night was gangbang night--than noticing he was getting a big hard-on they offered him a fuck. With no hesitation he stripped exposing a very young tender body of an adolescent still in the growing state. The one organ, his cock had reached its full maturity. He mounted me in a flash fumbling only a second with his cock before pushing his well-developed muscle deep into my ass. The boys were all laughing as they all watched the young buck pumped and humped and get his load off. This was probably the first time the boy had ever fucked a man's ass and he seemed to enjoy it. The young man wanted to get sucked and with out a pause he came around and began to face fuck me shooting another load. Dressing to leave the boy offered to pay for the pizza, his treat he said-than he volunteered to deliver any time for free if he could get more ass.
Tonight turned out to be a special night because later in the evening Master brought out a special set of tit rings for me. They were to symbolize his ownership of his sex slave. Whitey did the honors of piercing and installing my rings and then the boys applauded. Kneeling I kissed my Masters feet and thanked him, surrendering my body to him. My only desires now were to gratifying his needs and to obey him.