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WITHOUT A STITCH (chap 2)
Erotic fiction by Tom Harris
It was a little darker back there near the fence, but still clearly visible to most of the parked vehicles and anyone who might drive through. I could hear the traffic on the Interstate. The table, with benches attached, was cast concrete. I wondered if they were made in one of the prisons. Hell, if the cops showed up, I might end up building them myself!
I boosted myself onto the tabletop, feet on the bench, facing the parked cars. I lay back flat. The damp surface was cool against my nude ass and back. I spread my knees wide and placed the palms of my hands on my inner thighs, stroking slowly up to my crotch. Fisting my cock, I milked out a load of clear slime and spread it over my belly, then went back for more, which I slicked all over my face.
I heard a car door slam, then another, but I didn't look up. Then there was a sudden flash of light. Someone had taken a picture!
"Just shooting the scenery for the folks back home." It was the Black trucker. "Put yo' feet up and spread that ass! I wanna shot of that white pussy!"
I had never done anything like this, never let myself be controlled and used before. I knew I should probably feel ashamed and embarrassed. But I didn't. I felt free and alive! Every nerve in my skin was sensitized, as though I were hooked to some sort of battery! I brought my feet up flat on the table and reached with both hands, pulling my ass cheeks open wide. I felt the soft air waft across my twitching asshole. I was leaking so much pre-cum that it flowed down my cleft and began to puddle on the table.
Flash! "That's it! Spread that fuck-snot all over your pussy!" I did it. "Yeah! Now stick a finger up in there and poke around in that cunt!" I got my right index finger coated with my own slime and worked it into my asshole, probing deep. Flash! He moved in for a close-up. "Both hands now! Lemme see you stretch that white ass-pussy open!"
"Lord, what a slut! I bet that bitch'll take all of us and beg for more! It was a strange voice. I raised up on my elbows and looked around. Besides the trucker, there were three other guys watching my performance. They all had their cocks in their hands.
The trucker and one other guy were naked except for shoes. One guy had his tee in his free hand and his shorts down at his knees. The last guy wore jeans pushed down to mid-thigh and his shirt unbuttoned, showing a nice chest covered with brown curls.
The trucker was a wet-dream on legs. His broad ebony chest rippled with perfectly defined muscle. There was just a small patch of kinky curls between his pecs, narrowing to an inviting treasure-trail that descended over his cobblestone abs before fanning out to join the thatch above his cock. Cone-shaped nipples stood out from his tight pecs, begging to be licked. His black skin glowed with a sheen of sweat. But my breath stopped when I saw his cock!
No, it wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever seen, although it was plenty big. But it was certainly the most beautiful. A long oval pipe, it stood straight out from his body and curved down over a pair of enormous balls. It was nearly as thick as my wrist. The fat cum-tube on the underside of it looked to be an inch in diameter. He was uncut, and even hard, there was still a nice overhang of foreskin, ending in a crinkly little dark rose, with a glistening jewel of pre-cum at its center. Drool ran out of my open mouth.
"You hungry, boy? You wanna swallow black cock?"
"Yeah, man! Make the bitch choke on that horsecock!"
I scooted off the table and dropped to my knees on the carpet of pine needles, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
"Oh, please! Please may I suck your cock?"
He flashed me a dimpled grin, then a lewd wink.
"Good manners, I like that. Yes, you may."
I leaned forward and wrapped one hand around it, just behind the head. Then I pointed my tongue and touched it to his piss-slit, drawing back a long strand of thick, clear honey connecting my tongue with his cock. I went back in and worked my tongue under his foreskin, licking all around the smooth shining knob. The taste was incredible!
I closed my lips over him, stroking the head softly and breathing in his wonderful smell. Looking up into his dark eyes, I opened wide and began to take him in. The fat girth of his cock stretched my lips tight. I struggled to keep my teeth from scraping him as I massaged the shaft with my tongue. The hot velvety flesh was alive in my mouth. He got harder as I sucked him.
I found him at the door of my throat, and I was barely half-way down. I wanted those massive balls on my chin, no matter what! I was swallowing my own spit and his steady flow of pre-cum, but it still kept my mouth overflowing. Slimy drool ran down my chin, down my neck, and onto my chest.
"Oh, that's nice! Don't stop", he moaned. I hummed and grunted like a happy pig!
I don't think I could have done it if the curve of his hard-on hadn't been just right. I took a deep breath--my last good one for a while--and lunged down. The engorged cockhead popped by my larynx, my lips walked down and down, till the musk-scented kinky hair engulfed my nose. Those great black balls were lying on my chin.
I found I could get just enough air to keep from passing out. I'd never had this much cock this deep in my throat before. It didn't exactly hurt, but it didn't feel good either. It must have felt good to the driver, though. He ruffled my hair and stroked the side of my face with the palm of his big hand.
"Oh, baby! You do got a hot mouth!"
"Shit, man! That's amazing! Look at that guy suck!"
"Hand me your camera. You need some pictures of that, for sure!" The driver passed his camera to the other naked guy, who leaned down and shot a close-up of that huge black fuck-stick buried in my face.
I discovered that by using the same muscles I used to swallow, I could squeeze and stroke the meat in my throat. When I did, the driver threw his head back and groaned.
"Oh God! It won't take much of that to earn yourself a load of cum!" I pulled off a little, bringing the head of his cock back up into my mouth and working it with my tongue. I sucked hard, pumping my mouth full of his sweet sharp pre-cum and swallowing hungrily.
I took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it, wet and slick, all over my face. With it right under my nose, I sniffed up and down its entire length, stoned on the aroma of it. I bowed my head and rubbed it all through my hair and down the back of my neck. The whole time, the camera kept flashing.
Lifting his cock up and jacking it slowly with one hand, I got my lips and tongue busy on his big nuts. His balls were coated with a delicious film of sweat, the faint taste of piss, and a heady, exotic musk that I can't describe. I read somewhere that human sexual attraction is based on smell. In some lab study, gay men were not excited by scent from women, and straight people only responded to the opposite sex. I don't know if it's true or not. I just know that the taste and smell of this man's balls made my cock jump.
I reached for his right hand and brought it to my left nipple. He got the idea and began to tweak and roll it between his thumb and forefinger. The harder he worked my tit, the more eagerly I tongued and sucked on his balls. I couldn't get them both in my mouth at once, but I sucked in first one and then the other, washing them clean and swallowing down their pungent musk. Then, with both hands gripping his muscular ass, I dove back onto his cock, all the way down.
I began a steady pistoning suck. All the way down, then back to the head, keeping my cheeks, my lips and tongue as tight on his cock as I could. He got hold of both of my tits, pinching and twisting hard each time the ring of his cockhead popped in and out of my throat. He was moaning steadily while I kept up my muffled little pig squeals.
"Oh, God! Oh baby, baby, baby! Daddy's gonna white-wash your fuckin' throat in a minute! Gonna blow your head off with my cum!" I kept sucking, even though my throat was raw and my jaws ached. I stroked and kneaded the hard cheeks of his bubble ass, the small of his back, his muscular thighs. I wanted to make this man feel like a king!
I felt the already massive cockhead swell and tighten. His balls drew up tight and the fat hose of his cum-tube rippled as the jizz began to pump up out of his balls.
"Awww, God's Fuck! AWWWW, EAT. . .MYYY...CUUUMMM!"
He was all the way down my throat when the first spurt shot out of him like a bullet, straight into my gut. I backed off so his knob was right on my tongue. I wanted to feel and taste every bit of his baby syrup.
And there was plenty of it. Seven or eight big shots of semen completely filled my mouth. The sweat was flying off him as his naked body shook, dripping onto my face. His knees buckled and he leaned with both hands on my shoulders. I gripped his arms to support him. I sucked out the last of his cum; digging the tip of my tongue into his gaping piss-slit to be sure I had it all.
I slipped my loaded mouth off his cock, careful not to let any precious jizz escape. His load was strong-flavored--sweet and bitter at the same time, and really thick. I swirled it around in my mouth, playing, coating my tongue and cheeks with it, swishing it through my teeth. Then while it was still warm and thick, I swallowed. It took three swallows. Yeah, maybe I've got a cum fetish. So what?
(to be continued)