UNCLE, GRUNGE & LOVE: Chapter Fourteen
From then on he moved like a stalking beast, guttural, threatening. Somehow he got clothing on. I don't know how. His cock was protruding like a wretched appendage that didn't properly connect to his body. The energy pouring off him was a mixture of sexuality and strain. There were additional parts liberation and danger, as if, by denying himself release he had blown a circuit, triggering a system overload.
He directed me to drag a final number of boxes to the garage. Once there, we reorganized the small apartment storage unit and loaded even more stuff on the truck. I kept my head down, trying to still my heart rate, but was still flying high from an orgasm that had ripped my head off my body. And then we were driving.
There was a stillness.
"That was intense," he said, looking at the road, slowing to stop at a light.
"Yessir," is all I said. "Thank you, Sir," I added, thinking that I should.
For some reason I hadn't thought Jayson would ever suck my cock - but now that he had I understood why. For as much as I worshipped him and everything he stood for, I kept losing sight of what he ALSO was - a relative newbie - a virgin to man-sex. His homosexuality was adolescent AND he was an adventurer. He'd let me fuck him, so of course he would suck my cock. And, of course, once his inhibitions had been crushed, he would go all in on every one of our potential couplings.
FUCK!
This was so fucking hot.
HE was so fucking hot.
"I'm thinking we need to make sure ..." he paused then, trying to find words. "What I mean is ... we shouldn't waste our cum."
"No, Sir," I said, decisively, but with a whisper.
"We should eat it. Or - keep it inside of us. It's protein. Our protein. It's ... essential."
In that instant, I became hard again, even though I'd just shot an epic load.
"Yes, Sir," I said, agreeing with him completely. Then, after a long pause, he spoke again.
"You know - I used to eat my cum, when I was a teenager. I liked it - but I thought I wasn't supposed to. So, I stopped." He kept driving. We were closing in on the storage outlet. My heart began to pound.
"God, I've been fucked up," he said, to no one in particular. Then, he turned to me, staring straight into my eyes, even as he kept driving. "You're cum is fucking amazing, Stewie."
"Thanks, Jase," I said, blushing, trying to direct his attention back to the road. He swerved, then turned into the gate.
"Never gonna forget that, son. Hope you're ready for mine."
"I am, Daddy," I said, smiling. A lightness had returned, but still it felt like we were approaching a great, dangerous plain.
He drove up to our large, garage-like, locker, pulling the truck around and backing it up against the door. After he got out of the truck, he pulled down the tailgate and grabbed me by the torso, lifting me up on the flatbed with ease.
"You hand me the boxes - I'll pack them in."
I felt our positions should be reversed but I wasn't going to argue. We unloaded the pickup quickly, building a sweat. I tried to get down to help him, but he gave me a curt hand signal.
"Get on your back - head facing this way," he said. I did what I was told, listening as he organized the last of the boxes, then trying to hear what he was doing.
"Let your head hang over the edge," was all he said. So, I did.
There he was, upside down from my perspective, but stripped naked now, cock ramrod hard, sticking straight up. He still wore boots.
I was on my back, my head hanging over the edge of the flatbed.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat," was all he said, then he moved forward, approaching me. My brain objected - we were out in the open - I wasn't ready - this wasn't what I expected. Suddenly my head was full of ALL that fucking babble that gets in the way of your dream.
Here the fuck I was, lying in a goddamn pickup truck (a huge fantasy for me), being approached by a bull who was going to rape my throat - in near public (but, in reality, entirely obscured) - and all my fucked-up head could do was figure out ways NOT to get my fantasies fulfilled
"Don't be a faggot," he growled, seeing the fear on my face - sensing the objection - smelling my resistance. His cock pushed against my lips, stopping right before he breached. His balls hung heavily, obscuring my vision. I could barely see his trench - the object of my desires.
"This is gonna happen," he said. His voice was stern - harsh. "You can either roll with it or fight it, but this is gonna happen."
Thankfully - because, I know, at core, he cared for me - he gave me just enough time to refocus, to find my center, to be the hole that he needed in that moment. I'm not sure why he chose this position at this hour of need. Probably it was instinct - probably it was turnabout-is-fair play. He'd sucked me, consumed my protein. Now it was MY turn. And, when I came to that formulation, felt his power and imagined his DNA blasting into my digestive system, I transformed into the hole he needed.
"Please Sir," I begged, opening my mouth - and he pushed in, halting for just a moment at my throat, and then driving deep, entering my face like he entered my ass, brain-fucking me like a fleshlight or fuck-doll. I fought panic - gripped his legs - then turned my brain off and submitted to his use. I don't know how I did it. I'd read about "sub" mode and other such states of erotic submission and I suppose that's what happened. But I can't fully explain how I turned off my entire physical, emotional and psychological function and became a throat-hole. I just did it. I only have images of the episode - a kaleidoscope of cock, of crut expelling from my nose & mouth - interspersed by epic noises from Jayson; his burbling abusive trash-talk and my own periodic chokes and gasps of air.
At one point he yanked out. My head was ringing and I gasped repeatedly, choking on my own sputum. He was sweaty, red-faced, ugly in his sexual arousal, overwhelming in his musculature. Veins were popping on his legs and arms and cock.
It was so fucking hot I nearly fainted.
"Sit up," he barked, and I did, dizzy, struggling. Then he threw down a pad that he'd yanked from somewhere, placing it over his pants, which he'd rolled up and tucked underneath.
"Back down," he grunted, and I lowered myself, but he caught me with gentleness, easing me back into position, except now my head rested comfortably on a cushion.
"Was about to give ya a concussion," was all he said, allowing me precious seconds to refocus, which I did with whorish will. And then my mouth re-opened and he pushed back in, to a depth he'd never been before.
I was still fully clothed and I desperately wanted to feel my nakedness, but what I wanted was secondary to what Jayson needed, and in this harsh environment, he needed to fuck throat: to get his load off; to get his balls drained so the extended fun could begin.
At one point I blacked out, I think - I'm not sure. I do recall my eyes opening, blurred, blinking at the light. He was standing over me, cock magnificent, balls massive, and I simply opened wide and begged him to begin again.
"Fuck me," I said, but I'm not sure what he heard - I'm not sure what sounds came out of my mouth.
"Fucking love this," he said, pushing back in, then placing his hands on either side of my body and thrusting, in and out, balls slapping my face. "Fucking love this shit," he growled, powering into me now, mindlessly using my throat like a nameless cunt - a whore mouth you hire because you know you can have your way with it.
"Fuck," he grunted, picking up pace. "Gotta get this nut out - this nut's ... gotta - get - out!" he growled, then yanked out, looking down at me with derision, as if my breathing was an affront to his agency. I gasped for air, then begged him for it - begged like a bitch -
"Brain-fuck me Dad - give me your cum, please - you're right," I gasped, choking, deliriously. "You're RIGHT. I NEED your cum dad -" I begged, and then, tired of my words, but encouraged by them nonetheless, he slammed back in, over and over, banging my head with abandon.
I just took it, arms flailing needlessly, legs writhing, my entire torso a hole to be surrendered. Life dimmed around the edges and then I felt his powerful surge - the necessary enlargement - saw the bare daylight that crept in because his balls had tightened to his crotch -
"Never done anything like this," he said, and gave three more massive thrusts, gripping my wrists, claiming me as his, thoroughly opening my throat like no man ever had. I breached the gates, soaring into an alternative universe as his cock lifted my upper body off the flatbed and shot corrosive volleys of fertility into my soul.
"UNGGGGHHHH," I labored out a moaning cry of ecstasy as he yelled into the colorless concrete cavern of twenty-first century capitalism. It was an actual growl - a claiming of his place on the planet and my body. Honestly, had I died in that moment I would have died happy - speared by the Cock of a God, consuming my Last Supper of Sperm.
His prick kept unk-unk-unking into my stomach, coating it with spewing spunk. Then his massive hands gripped me by the waist and he hoisted me up like a rag doll.
My arms grasped his frame, my legs wrapped around his head, and gravity drove him to my depths. He jerked my entire body up - like I was an ACTUAL fleshlight - then dropped me back down, spearing my throat. He literally lifted my entire body up and off his cock, then slammed me back down on it.
I just closed my eyes and held on for dear life as he thrust four more times and I surrendered consciousness. Each landing on his massive rod was followed by an epic eruption from his cock which coated my gullet with sperm. He was so deep I swear to God he spurted straight into my stomach. I felt it splatting inside me but tasted nothing, he was so far beyond my tongue.
And then, when he was done, he lifted me off his cock, tossing me easily back onto the flatbed of the truck. I landed - hard, but the jarring toss brought me back to consciousness and, anyway, there was more cum to consume, and so I scrambled on my hands and knees, worshipping the cockhead, which continued to spew sperm.....
"Oh God," he groaned, remorse entering the edges of his decency. "Ohmyfuckinggod," he cried, another shot coursing out of his cock and into my eager, slutty mouth. "You okay, kid? You okay?"
To answer, I dove back down on his rod, glorying in my complete submission to its grandeur.
"Awwfuckyoulittleslut," he said, pushing in me deep once more, unloading the last of his boys, giving me the protein required for me to greedily ask, as I pulled back from his cock -
"When you gonna fuck me with this big dick, Daddy?"
I looked up at him with cum-lust eyes, cheeks streaked with the tears he'd pushed out by ruining my gag-reflex. Then I mouthed his reddened and enlarged cock, feeling the unmistakable lurch of piss coming. I reached up and massaged his stomach, encouraging his release and a hot stream flooded my mouth, mixing with his sperm and easing the rawness of my throat. He'd already given me his first morning piss - this was residual, but it sprung me so hard after what he'd done - throat-raped me in the back of a fucking pickup truck (!) - that I started to vibrate and moan.
He pulled back, looking at me.
"Get naked. Keep the boots on. Then get on your knees," he said, pointing to the center of the storage room, where the drop cloths and futon had been set up.
The tone was authoritative.
Suddenly I was scared but he ignored me after that, as I struggled to comply, pulling out of my jumpsuit - putting my boots back on. I only vaguely noticed him striding out into the bright morning light, naked himself except for his boots, cock swinging heavily. Then he jumped in the cab and gunned it, pulling around to the end of the storage lockers, obscuring our presence by obscuring his truck. My mind reeled with the thought of him stalking this stark place in his nudity - proudly displaying his morning manhood.
Then he was back, standing in the doorway, framed by light. I just saw his outline. In his right hand was a flashlight that he'd yanked from the truck. After a pause, he stepped inside, pulling the door down behind him. He used a fraying rope to tie it off from the inside.
"We should try to keep it down, but just in case, no one will be able to open up from the outside."
He flicked on the flashlight and shone it in my eyes. I blinked, trying to adjust to the changing light.
Then, I started to shiver. Suddenly it was all so real.
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