Hey there, meat whackers, it's me again---Cody--- young hot-looking manager of Crimson Lights, Nick Newman's coffee house, and frequent guest cocksucker down at that desolate rest stop out on Route 23. Come down sometime; I take all comers. Guess I'm just a slut for cock, as you probably already figured from the first part of this story. To refresh your memory, I have a hard-on for all the hot studs in town---the badder, the better! As luck would have it, I got into the pants of bad boy Carter Mills and instantly became addicted to his big piece. When last you left us, I had just finished sucking his joint in the front seat while the thrillseeker roared his car down the Interstate in excess of one hundred miles per hour! If you thought that was something, wait till you hear what else was in store for me...
Of course, you have to be of legal age to read this tale. My original character, as well as the others contained in this story, are the sole property of CPT Holdings. The actor portraying me---or any of the other actors on the televised series---are not necessarily fortunate enough to be as sexually inclined as these depictions.
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
"You're one fantastic lover," Carter drawled between mouthfuls of tongue. "You suck cock better than anyone, man or woman, has ever done me before. I'm in total lust with you, babe."
Cody smiled, his dimples deepening, as he ground his spectacular ass around in Carter's lap. "Sure would be nice for you to return the favor, man."
"You mean for me to put that pretty cock of yours between my nice, warm lips?" Carter queried, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Cody's blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "Not exactly what I had in mind, although I wouldn't protest."
"Well then, what exactly did you have in mind?" Carter played along with the game, his big hands reaching under to squeeze those luscious bubble buns resting on his hairy thighs.
Cody's wholesome boy-next-door face clouded over with undeniable lust. "I want you to plant every inch of that big, strong dick up my ass and fuck the living daylights out of me!"
"Sounds good to me, sport," Carter winked, sliding the nympho off his lap and turning the key in the ignition. "Only, not here. I know of a better place---a place where you're gonna get a fuck you'll never forget." Taking the next U-turn, Carter guided the old car at a reasonable speed back towards Genoa City.
None of this had been part of his initial plot. The sexy fair-haired jock now lounging against the passenger door with one naked leg sprawled out on the front seat while his other dangled lazily to the floor, had caused a deviation --- albeit, a pleasurable one --- from the original well-crafted plan. He was supposed to have driven his husky passenger to a pre-arranged spot on the outskirts of town nearly an hour ago but, as usual, Carter had acted with his dick instead of his brain. He had allowed Cody to entice him beyond the point of self-restraint and driven onto the lonely Interstate to relieve his raging hormones. Carter only hoped that his consuming need for sexual release hadn't foiled "the plan". In the final analysis, revenge must win out over lust!
They turned onto a poorly lit exit ramp off the Interstate at the outskirts of Genoa City, in what was known as the poor section of town. In fact, many years ago this area was the original town, long before Genoa became a thriving metropolis. Now it lay in a bad state of neglect. The seldom traversed streets were in desperate need of paving; the abundant pot-holes made for quite a bumpy trip down what used to be the town proper. Old storefronts were weathered and mostly vacant, except for the occasional news stand, liquor store or seedy bar. An adult boutique and go-go lounge had taken over the old movie theatre, which once had locals lining up for Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh's epic. Now Sheena the Snake Lady was advertised as the featured entertainer; shows at 11 and 1: You won't Believe What She Does With a Boa Constrictor! boasted the marquee. minus a few tiled letters.
The side streets, which snaked off the main vein, were dotted with vacant or ramshackle homes, window panes busted and porches collapsing. Most provided a meager form of shelter to the bums and whinos of Shacktown, who were at their wit's end and either too proud, or too stupid, to visit the homeless shelter only a few blocks away. Some down-on-their-luck families still maintained some semblance of a home with what little income they had, but for the most part only the denizens of Genoa City, or those anxious for a walk on the wild side, haunted these dangerous streets.
Carter was non-plussed by the area; he lived there. Upon his return he had taken a room in the old rooming house run by a toothless old crone who'd probably not looked in a mirror in years. The rent was what he could afford; he was fairly well tapped out after the cosmetic surgeon's fees. He managed to tidy up the room and make it liveable, although it was a far cry from what Matt Clark had been used to in his former life. Each night after leaving the coffee house he casually strolled down the main street mixing with the creatures of the night and showed them that, at least for now, he was one of them. Only once was he challenged; with a quick flash of the knife he kept hidden in the pocket of his worn leather jacket Carter had proved he was not a man to be messed with.
At this hour of the night he knew the dark alleys would be crawling with pushers selling their drugs to desperate buyers foolish enough to venture into this part of town. Most would score; some would be beaten and robbed. It was the nature of the game. Oddly enough, Main Street was virtually hopping with activity tonight. Music blared from the open doors of smoke-filled taverns, the liquored-up patrons coming and going from the darkened interiors. Tired looking hookers tried to sell their used, diseased wares on virtually every street corner, scattering wildly when the occasional police cruiser came by. Drunks hung out in deserted doorways, sucking away at their pint hidden in a wrinkled brown paper bag and thought nothing of hauling out their wrinkled penises to piss right on the crumbling sidewalk. A group of painted transvestites primped and posed, blowing kisses to Carter as he meandered by in his beat-up automobile.
Cody quietly took in the frightening sights and, suddenly conscious of his nudity, reached for his bundle of clothes on the floor. Carter's right hand shot out to grab the duds and stopped him.
"NO!" he barked sternly, slowing for a changing traffic light. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, buddy. Let them look if they want. These poor slobs have probably never seen anything as hot and hung as you."
"B-But Carter," the naked young man half-smiled nervously, "what if somebody recognizes me from the coffee house?"
Carter laughed. "These dirt bags couldn't afford the price of coffee there. Don't sweat it, sport. Besides," he said, reaching over to place a hand on Cody's smooth thigh, "don't try to tell me this decadence doesn't arouse a little toilet pig like you."
The cool night air coming in through the car's open windows had turned Cody's big brown nipples into hardened points. Carter took advantage of the red traffic light to reach over and tweak the eraser-like pec-nub between his thumb and index finger. Cody immediately melted and his flaccid cock quickly rose to life. Carter gave the lenghtening meat a few quick, friendly strokes before the traffic light changed over to green.
"Trust me," Carter innocently implored him. "No matter what I might tell you to do, trust me. If you really, truly want to be with me you"ll do whatever I say and trust that I won't let anything bad happen to you. If you can do that, then I'll always be your man and you'll be my number one fuck buddy. What do you say, Cody?"
Cody looked at him with loving puppy dog's eyes. "Whatever you say, man, without question."
"That makes me real happy, Code," he breathed in mock sincerity as he tenderly caressed the inside of the other dude's parted thighs. It pleased Carter/Matt to have total sexual control over his former football teammate. Back in the days when he was the revered quarterback and Cody played defensive line, Cody and his clique deliberately failed to socialize with Matt's crowd. At the time, cocky Matt couldn't have cared less about Cody's ill opinion of him, but it certainly pumped his ego now that the stud muffin was willing to jump through hoops for him. With the mere lowering of his zipper, Matt now had the power to turn the ex-football jock into a lovestruck school girl!
Already more than an hour late for his "appointment", Carter/Matt quickly decided it wouldn't hurt matters any to take a little more time and have some perverse fun---at Cody's expense, of course. Although his lips admonished terms of undying lust, Carter was bored with playing the role of Cody's new lover. Sure, the sex pig had been damned good --- excellent, in fact --- but Matt Clark had an agenda to follow. Cody was an expendible entity in his quest for revenge against Nick and Sharon Newman. Suddenly now, however, Carter was filled with the overwhelming need to avenge the long-ago snubs against Matt Clark by the hot little naked number in the passenger's seat playing with his rigid pecker.
They were nearing the end of the seedy strip and approaching a more respectable section of the city when Carter suddenly spun the steering wheel, turning the vehicle around to meander back downtown. He had barely gone two blocks before he found what he was looking for. At the next corner, leaning against the rusted pole of a dim street lamp, stood the hustler. He was reasonably tall, about 6", and wiry thin with long dark hair tossed over bare shoulders and reaching halfway down his back. Dressed in an old cropped tank top, which revealed a multitude of tattoos from wrist to shoulder, and lycra/spandex shorts amply advertiing his wares, the stud-for-hire played his nightly waiting game. As Carter slowed the car to a crawl and pulled up to the curb, the hustler pushed himself away from his post and approached them.
From a distance he'd been worth a second look; at close range, the young man was no one's idea of a wet dream. He was probably in his early twenties, but life on the street had hardened him into a much older looking man. Deep circles clouded his non-descript rhuemy eyes, acne scars covered the coarse skin of his cheeks and huge blackheads dotted the surface of his long, narrow nose. Thin, dry lips, when parted, revealed stained teeth---at least two visibly missing from the top row and one from the bottom. His skin appeared oily and sweaty, as though he hadn't bathed in a couple of days. The strong aroma of a dime store imposter's cologne was probably an ill-attempted ploy to mask his true funk. All those tattoos snaking up his arms looked cheap. haphazard and poorly executed. It appeared as though the only part of his body the hustler maintained was his long flowing hair, which was dutifully brushed to a clean shine and smelled faintly of wildflowers.
Coming over to the car, he folded his arms across the passenger window ledge and leaned in slightly. The hustler's eyes bulged in shock and his jaw instantaneously dropped when he caught sight of Cody's total nudity. Cody valiantly attempted to cover his organ, but both his hands could not conceal the perfectly sculpted blazing seven-and-a-half incher. He shifted uncomfortably on the seat as the street urchin surveyed his flawless, athletic body from head to toe. Finally managing to tear his once-lifeless eyes (which had now perked up considerably) from the naked stud, he glanced in Carter's direction. Another fine looking hunk of stud flesh, he thought, although this one was fully clothed and had a streetwise appearance about him.
"Like what you see?" Carter shot out in a deeply masculine, almost challenging, tone.
The hustler raised an eyebrow and managed a low whistle. "Don't often see the likes of youse 'round here." His eyes were back on Cody's well-developed wide chest, his seedy mouth watering for a taste of those hard, plump nipples jutting out so invitingly.
"That's right, friend," Carter went on. "This here is uptown meat---prime stock. Bet you'd like to sample some of it, huh?"
The hustler smacked his lips and shifted on his feet as he leaned closer in to the cab of the car. His heavily tattooed right arm stretched out and took hold of Cody's silky ball sac, kneading it between his fingers. Cody's breath caught in his throat. Uncertainty clouding his thoughts, he looked to Carter for guidance. Carter's hazel eyes bore into him as he silently mouthed "anything", reminding Cody of their earlier pact. Cody gingerly allowed his hands to fall away from his bloated sex and leaned back in the seat, thighs spread widely open to give the unattractive man easier access.
One filthy hand wrapped itself around Cody's stiff flesh pole and began to slowly pump him. The palm of his other pasty paw roamed across the smooth, contoured expanse of the handsome stud's chest, exploring the swell of his pecs and teasing the nut-like nubs with his rough fingers. Each of his ten roaming digits was adorned with a tarnished silver ring which felt devilishly good as they made contact with Cody's cock sheath. The football jock was aroused, yet repulsed by the hustler's hands feeling up his naked body. Crusted scabs ran across the knuckles of one greasy claw and his chipped yellowed fingernails were in bad need of a trim, their undersides caked with dirt. But each time that nasty fist came up and circled the perfect mushroom of his cock head, Cody sighed pleasurably and sunk lower in the seat.
The skanky street trash was enjoying every moment of running his fingertips along such a fine physique. The big brown nipples seemed to become even harder as he casually scraped them with his long, dirty nails. He'd never felt such smooth, clean skin. fondled a midsection so flat and taut or groped biceps as firm as the uptown beefcake under his hands. Neither of the hunks in the car could see, but the front of his spandex shorts was tented outward and a wet stain was slowly spreading over the flimsy material.
Carter smirked evily as he observed crystal clean Cody submitting to the grungy dirtbag's thorough grope. Cody's long lashes were seductively at half-mast, his pink tongue flicking out to trace the surface of his watering lips as the street hustler's tattooed arms manipulated him towards sexual release.
"Ummmmmm, you sure do like that, don't ya, friend?" Carter teased the ten dollar whore.
"Ooooooooooh, yeah," he smiled, revealing broken yellowed teeth. Continuing to play with Cody's cock, balls and tits, he suddenly became uncharacteristically talkative. "He sure is a pretty one. Ain't never been with the likes of him before. Down these parts the most I get are drunks with pissy pants and geezers older than my grandpa that can't find nobody else to get them off."
"Looks like you've moved up to the big time, buddy. That sweet hunk of uptown meat used to be the local football hero and many a young cheerleader's fantasy fuck." Cody was too far gone to even care that Carter had practically revealed his identity to the street slime, who was now jerking his cock rapidly as he excitedly twisted and turned his nipples.
"You're kiddin' me, man. Fer real?" The ignorant youth acted as though he had Brad Pitt under his palm.
"Tell him, Cody," Carter pressed. "Tell him how you were a big football star. Linebacker, wasn't it?"
"Yeah......that's right," Cody managed between ooh's and aah's. Had he not been so close to getting his rocks off, he might have pondered how Carter could have come by that information. But his fat tool was twitching and throbbing in the whore's wanking hand, and orgasmatic delights were all that concerned Cody at this moment. "Don't stop," he cried, clutching at the tattooed wrist of the hand milking him and stroking it like a cock.
Carter cut in and addressed the hustler. "You don't want to get him off just yet, do ya?"
The unexpected remark caused the masturbating hustler to abruptly pause and look at Carter, dumbfounded. Poor Cody was panting and moaning, ready to release a hefty load. He frantically bucked his hips up against the hand firmly holding, but no longer stroking, his dick in a feeble attempt to coax the scrawny oaf on.
"Whatcha mean?"
"Well, you see, it's like this. My friend, the big time football hero, came down here to get fucked," Carter explained to the impressionable twit. "He wanted to do a little slumming tonight and asked me along for safety. You'd like a shot at his fine uptown ass, wouldn't you?"
"FUCKIN'-A!"
"How much would you charge?" Carter pressed, already certain of the answer.
"WHAT---ARE YOU KIDDIN"? NO FUCKIN' CHARGE. MAN! But, like, are you sure he'd wanna get fucked by---me?"
The scabby slut knew he was a grotesque piece of trash and that his type never got a shot at Prince Charming's fine, tight ass. Tonight, Carter thought, the wheels of probability would definitely be turned.
Leaning over close to Cody, he breathed hotly into his ear. "It would turn me on so much to watch you get fucked, sport. What do you say?"
Cody looked at him deeply through sex-crazed eyes and then turned his gaze to the raunchy hustler expectantly waiting at the window. He'd never known what monstrosities were attached to the dozens of anonymous cocks he'd sucked at the glory holes and had enjoyed each and every one of them. To please Carter, he would swallow his revulsion and allow this pitiful excuse of a man to ravage his prized asshole.
"Fuck me, you sleazy bastard," he barked.
A wide, semi-toothless grin widened across the unkempt man's deliriously excited crater face, causing Cody to instantly regret his decision. At Carter's invitation, the wiry street urchin got into the back seat of the car and introduced himself as Bud.
"Named after my daddy's favrit beer," he told them in total sincerity. Great, thought Cody, I'm about to get fucked by Bud the Booze Hooker --- and all just to remain in Carter's favor. For a fleeting moment he wondered if it was all worth it, but after feasting his eyes on the hunky stud sitting behind the wheel, Cody knew he could never live without him. He'd made a pact to do Carter's bidding and if that meant shutting his eyes and allowing this scuzzball to plow his ass for Carter's entertainment, then he would do it. Perhaps this was a test of loyalty---and Cody intended to pass with flying colors!
Carter pulled the car back onto the main drag and traveled several blocks before veering off onto a lonely side street. It seemed to Cody that Carter was awfully familiar with these eerie surroundings. Eventually he turned into what had once been the loading dock area behind an old, abandoned supermarket. The narrow, isolated parking lot behind the big, dark building now sprouted waist-high weeds in some areas between its cracked pavement. Carter was reasonably certain they would not be interrupted here. He turned off the engine, leaving his keys dangling from the ignition and switched on the dull overhead dome light. It was barely enough to provide some illumination without arousing curiosity from anyone who might pass by on the adjoining rarely-traveled back roadway.
Carter stretched his long legs out in front of him and adjusted the rear-view mirror so that he had a bird's eye view of the long back seat. Bud anxiously sat there like a dog waiting for his bone, shallow eyes darting from one hot stud to the other as he tried to fathom his good fortune.
"Go on. Get in the back," Carter ordered Cody in a flat, even tone. "I'm all ready for the show."
Cody gave him one last long and uncertain look before hoisting his naked body up over the back of the seat joining the trashy, repulsive hustler. His cock had gone soft but that didn't seem to bother Bud, whose eyes ate up every inch of the strong, supple body so near to him. The long-haired whore began tearing off his clothes and tossing them to the litter-strewn floor. His chest was flat and unimpressive, lacking any tone or definition. Small, dime-sized nipples dotted the death-white, hairless surface. His legs were long, but equally thin and lackluster.
But when he shucked those spandex shorts, Cody's eyes became widened saucers---and even Carter was forced to turn around in his seat! The two-bit snaggle-toothed whore may not have had anything going for him in the looks department, but the huge, one-eyed monster shooting up from his groin proved to be a worthy money maker! The mammoth organ had to have been over a foot long, uncut and as fat around as a beer can. Bloated veins the size of a grown man's little finger pulsed with hot, blue blood and snaked upwards along the outrageously proportioned horsecock. Thick folds of fleshy foreskin pulled back from his wet glans, revealing the spectacularly huge, cue-ball sized head. A boy's finger could easily be inserted into the deep, wide gash stretched over the top of the shiny knob, its meaty lips now yawning open and releasing a stream of gooey ball drool. The cock snot oozed like volcanic lava down the engorged shaft, collecting in his wealth of matted crotch hair. The tramp's low hanging, hairy ball sac housed nuts as big as twin fists and promised a torrential flood when unleashed.
Despite his grotesqueness, sleazy Bud was turning Cody on like few had done before. His cock swung up heavily and smacked him in the stomach. Bud represented every filthy, depraved thought he'd never allowed himself to have. Sure, he'd done the shithouse scene but to actually willingly submit his cleanly softness to low-life scum of the earth was a totally different game. Highly charged sexual excitement oozed from every pore of Cody's body, the musky man scents almost overpowering the smell of Bud's funky cologne. His powder-fresh asslips quivered in nervous anticipation, wondering if they'd be able to accomodate such a huge trunk. As if reading his thoughts, Carter reached into the glove department and handed a tube of lube over to the hung hustler. This was going to be even better than he could have imagined, Carter thought, as he readjusted the rear view mirror, reached into his jeans and made himself comfortable in the front seat.
Bud grasped Cody by the ankles, rearranging the football jock on his broad back across the frayed seat and spread his muscular legs. Cody took hold of himself in the arch behind his knees and pulled back, exposing his puckered pink manhole to the street slime's lecherous eyes. Bud smiled and shook his head slowly from side to side, unable to tear his gaze away from the winking hole.
"Damn, I ain't never seen one so purty," he sighed as he squeezed a healthy amount of lube on the spanking-clean target. His filthy hand rubbed the slippery substance over Cody's fluttering asslips as he liberally doused his big member with more lube. Tossing the plastic tube aside, he smeared the liquid all over his glans as he roughly shoved two filthy fingers up Cody's asshole. Although his tight muscle instinctively fought against the intrusion, Cody could feel the long nailed fingers working themselves up inside his body
Cody's cock jumped excitedly watching the multi-tattooed arm work his pulsing bunghole. His wet, wrinkled asslips flared and gobbled Bud's fingers down to the last knuckle. Quite by accident, this deep probing located Cody's pleasure button and soon the handsome blond stud was writhing around the seat like a slippery eel. Spreading his long lashes, blue-eyed Cody looked up past the monstrous cock, over the puny, sunken chest and up into Bud's pock-marked face, Bud's eyes were practically blazing and a silly, euphoric smile was plastered to his unattractive face, leaving Cody with the uneasy feeling that the street trash slut was half-crazed with lust!
"Fuck him with that big, fat, beautiful dick!" came Carter's voice from the front. "Cody likes a hard, rough fuck so plow him fierce!"
"Oooooooh, yeah," Bud babbled, jerking his fingers out of the spanking clean asshole and replacing them with the huge, drooling head of his donkey-like dong. "I wanna tear up this cutie's ass soooooooo bad!" Jerking his mighty cocktube, he slid foreskin up and down over the fat glans and rubbed the leaking knob along Cody's open crack.
"Dude, just go easy at first," Cody cautioned. "I've never had a boy as big as you before!" He hadn't said it to be flattering; it was the truth!
Bud just couldn't wait any longer. He had to have a piece of that fine, pink uptown yuppie asshole and he wasn't about to be put off any longer. The outrageously proportioned tool pressed against Cody's hole, the wrinkles of his tight pucker smoothing as the mighty dick began to slowly enter him. Cody let out a loud moan when the entire cockhead popped into him, stretching the mouth of his manpussy wide. Bud's breath caught in his throat and he hesitated, savoring the initial sensation of sweet Cody-warmth radiating over his pulsing glans. This momentary interlude allowed Cody to adjust to the gigantic missile entrenching itself in his tunnel of lust.
The big fucker slowly inched its way up inside of the blond bombshell's tight ass, stretching his tormented love tunnel to accomodate the major girth. Cody's marble butt cheeks swelled as more and more fat dick pushed into him. He could feel the monster head forging onwards, plowing his private territory wide open. The pain was incredibly immense, but he didn't want the ugly slob to stop. His pearly white teeth gnashed together, his head thrashed from side to side and beads of perspiration popped out all over his tensed body.
"OH FUCK!" he yowled "IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! BIG FUCKIN' COCK UP MY TIGHT LITTLE HOLE! OWWWWWWWWW, IT HURTS SO GOOD! YOU'RE HURTING MY SWEET LITTLE ASS WITH THAT BIG FUCKIN' COCK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
The unexpected delirious vulgarities coming from Cody only excited the mangy hustler even more. With over six fat inches of the rigid monster meat rooted up the hot, clutching hole Bud hesitated yet again. He allowed his clublike weapon to pulse inside of the young athlete as he slopped more lube onto his exposed length. Then, pressing forward, he sent even more of his spectacular endowment into the whimpering yuppie until he'd hit bottom.
Cody saw stars and thought he might black out. The big damned thing hurt so bad, yet he felt so fucking good! There was immense pleasure mixed with this seemingly unbearable pain. His ravaged ass clamped down tight on the beast and he could feel the blood surging through Bud's distended cock veins. Never had he had a cock so big up his manpussy! As Bud began to grind against him, Cody felt the bristle of the other man's dense, sweaty bush against his smooth ass. He wondered how many species of critters called that matted mound home---and for how long afterwards he would be scratching.
Bud began to fuck him with long, steady strokes. He pulled almost all the way out, miles and miles of cock distending the rosy pinkness of Cody's stretched pussy lips, and then glided it all back in. Cody was panting and sighing with every movement, the pain now deadened to a dull ache in his loins. Big Bud pulled that fucker out so that his big mushroom head was lodged just in the entrance and pleasured in Cody's pulsing lips clamping down and kissing him in that sensitive spot under the rim.
As the strokes became faster, Bud lowered his body over Cody's sweating form. Propping himself up with one tattooed arm on either side of the dark-blond Adonis, he had a bird's eye view of the sensations his big ole meat was giving the cutie. Cody's head was rolling around on the seat, his nostrils flaring like a race horse, eyes fluttering open and closed and his tongue constantly working his succulent lips. Damnallmighty, Bud thought to himself, I'm drivin' this football hunk crazy! Not wanting to suffer a penalty, Bud picked up the pace and really began to pound into him---battering poor Cody's insides with over a foot of rock-hard cock.
Up front, Carter was rapidly fisting his big boy as he voyeured on the steamy hot action taking place in the back seat. Cody's fine ass was literally getting torn up by the grungy street hustler's telephone pole. The pained sobs and ecstatic shouts from the football player/coffee house manager further incensed Carter's already aroused libido. Thick pre-cum leaked from the piss-slit in his plum-sized cock head as he manhandled his beefstick. Bringing two cum-covered fingers up to his mouth, Carter tasted the fruit of his labors and goaded the raunchy fucker on.
"Oh yeah, Bud, you're fuckin' him real good. He's got one hot little hole, doesn't he? Ram it, Bud! Drill into his pussy! Oh, yes, that's it! That looks nice! Bet it feels real fuckin' good up there in his hot hole! He's lovin' it, Bud. Look at that little cockslut! He's lovin' your meat! Give him more! Give him a fuck he'll never forget!"
Bud was ramming into him with such force that those big balls threatened to leave bruises as they slapped against the beauty's glutes. He plowed on relentlessly, panting from the exertion. His long hair fell over his shoulders and brushed against Cody's face and upper body. Beads of grimy, dirty sex sweat poured off of him and wet the thrashing slut helplessly impaled on his rod. The acrid mansmell from the filthy whore made Cody's head spin. His hot, vile breath continued to fall over the young man's face, threatening to make him retch. He could count the grotesque blackheads blocking the street slime's pores. The animal odor from under his densely matted armpits, leaking a river of perspiration down over Cody, was overwhelming to the senses. And yet, every time Bud's cock plowed into him, Cody pushed up against him---and each time he pulled out, Cody's ass clamped down hard.
The moans and groans coming out of the car were enough to wake the neighborhood. The vehicle rocked like a ship on stormy seas as Bud's red hot cockstalk continued its frenetic onslaught. Tears were falling from the corners of Cody's blue eyes; that big, beautiful dick was cornholing him so ferociously! As badly as it hurt, Cody pushed his ass into the motherfucker---desperate to have every thick veiny inch clogging his insides! The powerful shaft was touching him in places he'd never been touched before!! Not to mention the hell it was putting his prostate through!!!
And then Bud touched his bud once too often and Cody's nicely shaped dick started shooting. As gobs of thick jizz spurted out between their entwined bodies, Cody's ass ring clamped down dangerously hard on Bud's giant dong. But even that failed to stop the relentless missile from plowing through. This new, awesome tightness of Cody's manpussy only heightened Bud's arousal. He continued to hammer fuck the cumming beauty without missing a stroke.
Cody was nearing a state of shock and had no control over his reasonable mind. With the bludgeoning cock power-slamming into him, his orgasm went on and on without end. His balls hurt almost as much as his asshole! It was the ultimate orgasm for him! Without a thought, he pulled Bud down to him and pressed their lips together. His tongue jammed between snaggled teeth and invaded the fetid cess pool, hungrily devouring the sleazebag's mouth.
That did it for Carter! Grunting noisily, he shot a load that bolted straight up and hit the roof. He had no idea when he started this little game that Cody would be so willing a participant. The little sex pig had ended up impressing him!
Bud's breathing grew shorter and louder as he began to pant and grunt wildly. He tore his mouth away from Cody and started thrashing even more forcefully into the impossibly stretched manhole. With one final earth-moving thrust, he buried the mammoth weapon to the balls and shuddered violently as he scalded Cody's insides with filthy, street trash cum. One big load after another surged up through his huge vein and doused out the fire inside Cody's burning pussy. His dirty paws were all over Cody's body...touching...holding...squeezing... tweaking... There was so much cum stored up in those elephant-like balls that it seeped out of Cody's ass when he finally dislodged the mighty warrior.
"Oh fuck, Bud, that was mighty hot!" Carter lent his praise as he tucked his cock back into his pants and started up the car. "I'm sure Cody's not about to forget you!"
Bud looked at Cody with eyes full of admiration. "Any time you want more of this, you know where to find me, dude."
They dropped the satiated hustler off at the flop house he called home. Cody stretched out, still buck naked on the back seat and absently fingered his gaping, wet hole. His other arm slid over his tight torso, rubbing Bud's raunchy sweat into his skin. Even though the man was gone, his unclean scent lingered. He thought of the hustler's last words and knew that, in spite of himself, he would be paying regular visits to Shacktown.
Carter smiled sinisterly as he observed Cody through the mirror. The slut had sampled something new and dangerous; he'd been degraded and humiliated---and loved it! Carter wondered how much he would enoy the next phase in his game .... the game which would end in Cody's bringing Nick Newman straight into Carter's clutches . . .
Time had totally gotten away from him and Carter knew he had detered from the original schedule. Spying a pay phone at the next corner, Carter pulled the car over and excused himself to make a call, leaving Cody alone in the back of the idling vehicle to revel in his sexual aftermath.
The phone was answered on the third ring.
"It's me," Carter announced in a low voice. "Now don't get your jock strap all in a bunch...I know, I know.....listen, man, shit happens... no, the plan is still on.....Fuckin'-A right, I've got him and damned if he isn't all revved up to go...you heard me, man.....let's get this show goin'....like I said, dude, you can do whatever you want with the little slut.... No, I'm tellin' you, you won't be waitin' this time; we're right around the corner from the warehouse.....I'll have him there before you get down here....all right, bro....in a few....."
Carter hung up the phone, satisfied that he had placated his partner in crime. He turned back to the car and stopped short in his tracks! Three muscular black men---two clad in form-fitting stained tank tops; the other bare-chested---were pulling Cody through the open window of the car! The biggest of the three, a mean-looking brutha with a shaved head and goatee, hoisted the naked white boy over his shoulder while the other two gave his pink ass a few rough slaps. Cum was drooling from his ravaged fuckhole and leaking down his strong inner thighs as they started to walk away with him.
"Yo, wassup!" Carter greeted nervously as he stepped in front of them. The two other black men, probably in their late twenties, stepped between Carter and the mighty giant holding onto young Cody. Their muscled arms were crossed over massive chests as they stared him down.
"Weez gonna borrow yo little fuck buddy here," the big man announced in a deep, resonate voice. A thick, black finger poked into Cody's hole and withdrew, coated with the hustler's spent cum. "Looks like you got him all loosed up fo' us big boys. You got any 'jections?"
"Hell, no," Carter smiled, spreading his hands in front of him in a conciliatory gesture. "It's just that we had this appointment to keep."
"Den youse jes gonna have to be late for the 'pointment," big blackie announced. "Mebbe you should join de party. Three of us; two of you...."
Carter didn't like the way the other two were looking at him and suddenly felt quite nervous.
"Not my game, man," he laughed nervously. "Trust me, that little whore can take care of you all and still want more. I'll just take a snooze in the car. No problem, dude!" And he quickly walked past them and slid into his vehicle.
"CAR-TER!" It was the last thing he heard before the three black street thugs disappeared with Cody's nude body into a darkened alley. He rolled up the windows, put the radio on low and slumped back in the seat with his eyes closed. Just another delay---this one totally unavoidable! He wasn't about to get stabbed on the street trying to protect Cody's ass. Besides, the toilet tramp probably never had a black cock up his lily white ass before and would end up loving it!
Soon, very soon, Carter thought as he groped his crotch, thinking of the pleasures he would force upon sexy Nick....using Cody as bait...if he was ever able to pry him away from his new admirers...
To be continued........