All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. Story was previously self-published in A Stroke At Midnight: 2. Copyright 2010 Johnny Miles. For more information on the author, please visit: http://www.johnny-miles.com
Beercan Meat by Johnny Miles
I saw him walking through the aisles of Key Food, my local supermarket. He wasn't the type of guy I normally go for. For starters he looked grungy, had a rounded belly and wasn't that pretty. But there was something about him. A certain pigginess, if you will.
He was close to six foot tall and kinda chunky with a stocky build. He wore a baseball cap, black tee-shirt and white shorts. His forearms, thick and beefy, were hairy, just like his legs. They were nice and chunky, too, with a nice shape to them. As for his ass... let's just say that baby had back. Lots of it.
But when he turned around, I fell in love. He was going commando and I could see the outline of a very fat dick, nestled against a pair of hefty balls.
I guess he must have felt me staring because he looked up at me as I passed him in the narrow aisle, reaching for his box of Pop-Tarts. He caught my gaze, glued to his crotch, and looked back up at me.
"You like?" He spoke with an accent, but I couldn't place it.
Embarrassed, I grabbed a hold of my shopping cart and disappeared around the next aisle. But since we were going in opposite directions, I was unable to escape him. I saw him several times as we went up and down each aisle, from one end of the supermarket to the other.
I did my best to look away from the thick slab of cock each time he turned at the opposite end of the aisle. But I was so irresistibly drawn to his version of male camel toes I couldn't stop looking. And, despite the fact that I tried to avoid eye contact, I could feel his stares and sneers.
With each passing aisle, his cock grew harder, until finally, by the dairy section, I realized that his hard dick was the proverbial beer can I'd heard of but had never experienced for myself.
The desire to see it, to touch it, was great; but not nearly as much as the urgent, raw and hungry desire to suck it. In fact, I was so aroused I could hardly breathe and I trembled inside. My own cock was painfully hard.
"You cocksucker?" The stranger asked next to me while I inspected a dozen eggs. His voice was barely a whisper. I looked up at him, into dark, piercing eyes. Then I looked down at his crotch to see him fondling his balls. I swallowed nervously and looked back up at him. He truly wasn't the prettiest man in the world. In fact, some might have called him homely. Others, especially in the circles I traveled, would have blatantly called him fugly.
But there was something about him. And it wasn't just his cock, though that was certainly my biggest interest at the moment.
"Look!" He indicated with his lips. I glanced down and saw the head of his prick, deep purple and incredibly fat, poking through the bottom of his shorts. My eyes opened wide and my jaw went slack. I licked my lips like the greedy cock pig that I was and hurriedly glanced around to make sure no one saw.
Shocked, I pulled away, dropped the eggs in my cart and rattled away with a panic.
At the register, I tapped my foot impatiently while awaiting my turn. Then I felt him staring at me. I glanced up and saw him two aisles down, placing his groceries on the conveyer belt. He licked his thick lips lewdly at me and I felt myself blush.
The boy at the counter couldn't bag my groceries fast enough for me; so I helped him. I was practically hyper-ventilating by the time he handed me the last bag. My asshole was already twitching and my throat was convulsing as if already sucking on the slab of juicy, uncut dick meat. I longed to be on my knees servicing the huge cock of the homely man more than I cared to admit. He was pushing all of my buttons in a very big way.
And yet, as turned on as I was by him, I was also quite embarrassed by the fact that he aroused me the way he did.
I shoved my bags into my two-wheeler and pulled it behind me as quickly as I could. I felt like I was running away from the devil himself!
But fate was against me as I made for the exit.
An old lady toddled before me, her two plastic shopping bags brimming with purchases. There was no room in the narrow exit to pass her. I had no choice but to wait.
As the electric sensor made the doors swing open, a cool blast of air shot in from outside and I felt better. But as I was stepping through the door, someone crashed into my cart, behind me, and bumped my ass.
I spun around. He stood behind me. He had pushed his cart against mine.
"Why you run away?" He grinned perversely.
"Leave me alone!" I shot past the old lady, practically knocking her down. But I couldn't shake him. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as the man's meat bounced up and down. My knees went weak and I started salivating while the size pig within me was forced to slow down.
"Why you run away?"
"I'm not running away. I just . . . you surprised me, that's all." I looked up at him but he showed no signs of understanding.
"You want come back my place? Not far."
I looked him over from head to toe. At any other time, I would have said no. He wasn't the type of guy I would be seen with at night, let alone broad daylight. But my eyes fell to his cock once more and my mind was made up. I looked around to make sure no one I knew was watching. Then I nodded.
He broke into a grin. "Good. Come." He jerked his head, indicating the way.
Two blocks later we were walking down an alleyway between two buildings. The ramp to the alley descended almost a full floor below street level and I wondered where he was taking me. Then, as if he had read my mind, the man turned.
"I am super tendant. This my place," he said.
Christ! I thought to myself. Not even a man with a real apartment. What the fuck am I doing?
But I knew it was the image of that beer can dick, trapped within the confines of his white shorts, that kept me from leaving as I walked into the small, studio apartment in the basement of the building where he worked.
He pulled out a set of keys, unlocked one of the doors and pulled his cart in behind him. I followed and placed my cart beside his.
"My name is Mauro. I am Brasilero."
"Brian."
"I like you, Brian. You like big dick?" Mauro stepped close to me. I nodded. "I have big dick. Very fat. You want play with it?"
Mesmerized, I reached out and stroked the outline of his cock just beneath the thin material of his shorts. His balls were unbelievably huge and squishy and his cock was the thickest I'd ever felt.
"You cocksucker, yes? I fuck your mouse. Then your ass. You like get fucked? Cum in your hole?"
His direct crudeness and the fact that he sounded uneducated, combined with his blue collar job, as well as his poor attempts at pronunciation, brought out something in me I didn't even know existed. I wanted to be debased. Humiliated. To be used and taken. Just so long as he did everything he said he wanted of me.
I looked up at Mauro. At his stained, yellow teeth. I cringed at the thought of them clicking against mine. There was a certain smell about him and I could tell he was a bit ripe. Probably hadn't showered in a couple of days.
And yet, surprisingly, I was not repulsed. I was astonished at how far I was willing to go for Mauro's fat, beercan meat!
Mauro took my hands in his and looked at them. "You have small hands. I like boys with small hands. They make my dick look very much bigger. It excites me." He rubbed one of my hands over his shorts. I didn't pull away.
"You know... I... I've never been fucked by anything this big before!"
"S'okay, baby. I go slow. Don't worry." I hesitated, but Mauro pushed down on my shoulder. I sank to my knees as he pulled his shorts off and let them fall.
"My God!" I admired the big, fat monstrosity as it sprang up before me. Unwashed or not, it was worthy of worship from even the lowliest of cocksuckers.
I opened my mouth and looked up at Mauro as I licked at the head of the thickest, fattest piece of meat I'd ever seen on a man.
The taste made me tremble and I started to drool.
My jaw opened wide and my lips stretched until I thought they would rip as I began to suck his meat down into my throat. But I had to stop and get used to it. There was a lot more meat left.
I eased off a bit, caught my breath, then went back for more. This time Mauro helped. He grabbed me by the ears and pumped into my mouth. After a couple of tries, and with determination, the tip of his meat finally tickled the back of my throat.
But there was still more meat to be had. It was only a couple of inches but I wouldn't be satisfied until I had the entire length of Mauro's thick, long shaft balls deep down my throat.
I wrapped my thumb and middle finger around the base of his prick but the fingertips didn't meet. I opened my eyes and stared down my nose to see the sight before me. I moaned with the challenge, his thick, tightly curled pubic bush mere inches from the tip of my nose.
I pulled off his dick one more time and caught my breath again. It was impossible to breath with his cock in my mouth. But I was determined.
I opened my mouth again and wrapped my stretched out lips around the huge head. I stretched them as wide as I could and relaxed my jaw even more. My throat muscles worked around the head of his dick as more and more of his meat slid past my lips and burrowed into my throat. I swallowed more of his meat and, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Mauro grabbed the back of my head and plunged the remaining inch down my throat.
I moaned out loud, feeling my lips brush the metal cockring he wore. My nose was in his sweaty bush. I sniffed and nearly came on the spot. Mauro was definitely a bit on the ripe side.
"Look at me." Mauro said. I did what he asked. "Good boy. I like to see cocksucker choke. I have big dick, yes? It's very fat. I did not lie. You like it?" I nodded since I couldn't speak but only managed to blow snot through my nose and all over his groin.
Nonplussed, Mauro held the back of my head in place with one hand while wiping at the snot on his belly with the other. He wiped it into my hair as he continued to pump his big, fat meat in and out of my aching mouth.
"I like you Brian. I like your small mouse. It makes my big dick look very much bigger. Yes?" I closed my eyes and let him pump me full of meat, surprised to find even his mispronunciation of words and thick accent a turn-on.
His fat balls were so huge they didn't sway. Instead, they squished against my chin.
Mauro continued as I felt myself growing more and more light headed from lack of oxygen.
"I'm happy you have small mouth and small hands. Boys with small hands and small mouths, they see big dick like mine and see challenge. They want to take it. All. Like you. Cocksucker!"
I moaned again, delirious that he was using my mouth for his pleasure. Strangely aroused at the fact that I could barely breathe for the huge cock skullfucking the air out of my lungs.
"I come now!" Mauro cried and held on to the back of my head as he pumped his cock even faster. I tried to pull back, dangerously out of breath now, but I couldn't pull away. Mauro held me firmly in place.
And I could barely inhale. All I could do was wait.
When things started to go black and I felt myself growing faint, Mauro's growl brought me back.
His cum sprayed the back of my throat and he released his hold on me. I pulled back just slightly. Enough to be able to breathe. My lungs were burning but I loved the feeling of being used as his cum receptacle. The fact that he was slightly chunky and not very well groomed only added to my feeling of a rutting pig.
I swallowed his tangy load as spurt after spurt filled my mouth to overflowing. After a moment, he sighed and pulled his cock from my suckling lips. I felt such a void as he slapped my face with his spit and cum-drenched bat. It was still as hard as a rock.
"You eat ass?" Mauro asked and turned around before I had time to answer. He leaned over and presented me with his hairy forest of an ass. Without thinking, I pulled his musky cheeks apart and parted the dense hair to expose his funky hole. I buried my face in the crack and my tongue darted out to tease his puckered entrance. Mauro sighed with great satisfaction and cut one.
I was shocked and disgusted. The strong gust of hot air against my tongue was repulsive and yet I couldn't bring myself to pull away from him.
"Sorry, pretty Brian." Mauro excused himself, grabbed the back of my head and rubbed his ass up and down on my face, holding me in place until, once again, I could no longer breath.
When I finally managed to pull away, Mauro turned. His cock was throbbing and raging.
"Get up!"
He took my hand in his and led me to the kitchen table a couple of steps away. With his free hand, he swept the top, spilling everything onto the floor.
"Here." Mauro patted at the table. I climbed up on it with his help. I lay flat on my back and held my own legs up in the air. My ass hung off the edge of the rickety table and I saw Mauro disappear as he dropped to his knees.
His tongue found my tight, pink hole and I moaned at the sudden, and very wet intrusion. He was one of those men that produced a lot of saliva. As I relaxed more and more, the lips of my boycunt pushed out, welcoming the invasion of his thick tongue and the sharp teeth that bit down on my rosebud. The man definitely knew what he was doing as he worked to loosen me up, lapping at my hole until it felt as if it were drooling with it's own saliva.
Then something strange came over me.
Very deep within me something started to shudder. A feeling of warmth spread through my body, filling me with a feeling of happiness, joy and relaxation. It almost felt as if I were getting stoned. Then I trembled and shook, only on the inside. I could have sworn something broke within me because I felt like I was taking a piss, or cumming. But through my butthole. It was as if I had cum internally.
Mauro stood a moment later, his face wet, glistening, and grinning. He looked pleased with himself as he poked at my hole with his fat fingers.
"I make you cum in your pussy! Like girl. Now you are ready to be fucked."
Mauro pressed the fat head of his cock against my slobbering hole. I pushed out, against him, as if I were going to the bathroom.
But my hole wouldn't open.
Mauro went down and ate my hole some more. I could feel his saliva dribbling out of me, the anal juices I had discharged onto his face.
We were both breathing heavily by his third attempt. I was so close I knew that the next time he pressed his cockhead against my shitter, I would probably come.
But I fought the urge. I didn't want to cum just yet. At least, not until he shot his load inside me and I was milking him of every last drop of Brazilian seed.
Mauro pushed again and, this time, I felt my ass lips yield to his pressure at the fat head finally split me open. I screamed as his huge, fat, thick meat impaled me.
And still I wanted him.
Mauro kept pushing and a burning, throbbing heat spread through me. I opened my mouth to scream once more and found my lips covered with his thick, sweaty palms. I looked up at him in a panic and he just grinned down at me, an eyebrow arched.
He kept pushing into me, ripping my hole apart.
Almost as soon as it started, a warmth began to envelop me. The incredible pain of being skewered by his thick cock bordered on pleasure. My hole throbbed hotly and I found myself panting.
But I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be stuffed.
"Oh my God!" I cried aloud. "Oh... my... fucking... God! Fuck me, Mauro! Just keep on going, baby! Don't stop until you shot that hot load inside my cunt! Just fucking spread my legs and split me wide open! Seed my hole! Breed me like the fuckin' whore that I am!"
"Okay!" Mauro clutched at my thighs and started pumping into me. Slowly at first, as if he was close to the edge himself.
Pulling out was no problem. Pushing in really hurt. But I didn't care. Gradually, my hole spread wide enough so that inch by agonizing inch, the entire length of his meat was buried balls deep inside of me. I felt his pubic bush graze my balls and I reached out to touch my asshole. It had never been stretched that wide before. I could feel him throbbing inside me.
"I come inside you, Brian."
"Now?" I asked, praying that he could hold out just a little while longer.
"Yes!"
"Do it, then! I'm close, too, Mauro!" I demanded through grit teeth. He could always fuck me again. Provided I wasn't so appalled and ashamed at myself that I went running.
Mauro grabbed my cock and pumped it a couple of times as he prodded my prostate. His fist was hot and moist as he continued stroking me.
The sensation was too great.
I cried out as I came, sperm spurting high in the air and landing on my chest. Then he cried out, too. The inside of my rectum was bathed with hot, boiling cum that burned as I worked my ass muscles to milk Mauro's fat cock of every last drop.
Long after he'd shot his wad, I felt as if he had given me his soul as well as taking mine.
It's been 15 years since that first encounter. His English is better, but I really don't care. The only language I care about, Mauro speaks very well. And I know he doesn't stray cause I give him my hole anytime he wants. Even when I'm not in the mood for it, Mauro just takes me.
My friends all thought I was crazy for falling in love with a man like Mauro. He wasn't attractive, he had a blue-collar job, and he was out of shape.
But they just didn't understand the power and magic behind the sexy, unattractive Brazilian with the enormous beercan meat.
Those that truly knew me said I only fell in love with his dick. They said it would never last. Those I cared about most, I had over for dinner so they could at least get to know Mauro a little better.
And their reaction was always the same: Yes, of course Mauro's nice, but...
Until he dropped his pants.
Mauro wasn't shy about his cock. And with a dick like his, who would be?
Every last one of my friends that saw Mauro's cock, always, and without question, dropped to their knees -- to service -- to worship that magnificent piece of meat I fell in love with.
And afterwards, -- after they experienced the most fulfilling fuck of their lives -- after he'd seeded them with his hot, Brazilian cum, they finally understood.