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Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans over the tiniest pair of briefs with which he just wiped up his cum-soaked body, Harry zipped up his favorite hoody over his naked torso and snuck out of his bunk. All of his bandmates were snoring away, and the bus driver was deep asleep as well. Slipping on a pair of flip-flops, Harry quietly snuck out into the open air. The One Direction bus was literally in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the Southern states.
BEEP.
A text message from Harry's cougar girlfriend back in the UK.
"Miss you honey. Can't wait till you and the boys are back in the UK so we could have a proper shag. I'm horny for your beautiful cock inside me. Give me a call when you have a moment? XOXO"
Harry quickly deleted the message, not wanting to even think about shagging his woman and her pussy and her tits so soon after cumming to a video of himself getting fucked senseless by a big muscle stud. Leaning against the side of the bus, he couldn't help but pull up the video again, and scrolled ahead to the part when Berke was slamming the entirety of his sweaty body into little Harry on the couch, with Harry's legs stretched wide and toes flexed, furiously and pathetically begging for more cock inside his boy cunt.
Fuck! Harry stopped the video. He was insatiable and addicted, and he was hard again. He had only been with men twice, both with Berke while at X Factor, but their two sexcapades and the little video (2 hours and 58 minutes of hardcore fucking) from Harry's first time had gotten Harry off hundreds of times since. He headed towards the gas station, hoping to get a whiskey or vodka or something that'll just knock him out for the rest of the night.
Fuck! It was 3:15 AM - of course the gas station would be closed. Harry roamed back towards the rows of trucks and buses.
"Kid! How old are you?!" A man in the shadows behind a large truck blurted out, startling Harry. His voice gruff. "It's awfully late...!"
"Umm, yah..." Harry's heart jumped and skipped a beat. "Umm, I couldn't sleep."
"The man slowly emerged into the faint gas station light. "Where're you from? What's that accent?"
"Umm...," Harry was hesitant, but noticed the guy was swigging from a flask. "The UK. What you drinking?"
"Haha!" The man roared, a deep, guttural chuckle. He was probably late 30s, if not a great looking 40-something - tall and really muscular. Red beard with a denim jacket over plaid shirt, tight jeans and big dirty boots. Piercing green eyes oozing sex and heat and cockiness. Harry's cock jumped. "Why, Jack Daniel's. You want some, kid?"
Harry blushed, his cock swelling as the man stared him up and down in the darkness. "Well... I just wanted a night cap..."
The man laughed more, "Kid, you need a glass of warm milk, not whiskey. How old are you!??"
"I'm 21!!" Harry lied and tried to put on the charm and smiled sheepishly as he got closer to the man, his heart pounding., cock swelling, hole twitching. "Come on, man!"
"Lies."
"Umm.. ok... 19..."
"HAHA! Try again!"
"Ugh! Fuck off then!" Harry was getting irritated. He didn't like to be treated like a kid or with condescension. In any case, his nerves got the best of him and started to turn away. "Whatever dude!!!!"
"Hey hold on!" The man yelled after Harry, noting the teenager's plump ass clad tightly in those skinny jeans. "Easy there, I'm just playin'! Here, have at it."
Harry pretended to give the older man a dirty look, hoping to sense something, anything behind those piercing green eyes. His heart was ready to burst out of his chest. His asshole was quivering, and his cock was juicy and chubby again, obscenely contained by his skinny jeans. Summoning all his courage, Harry pretended to give the man a light-hearted and playful shove, "I'm 18, douchebag!" His cock jumped as he felt his fingertips bounce back from the hard, thick pecs contained under the man's clothes. Trying to smile as innocently as he could, Harry took a large swig of the whiskey, wincing at the pungent, sharp taste.
"HAHA! You look not a day over 15," the man laughed cockily and amusedly as he watched the hot boy twink before him take another swig of the whiskey, his own 10 inch cock already rock hard and straining to burst out of his own jeans. Seeing Harry giggle, wiping the whiskey from his lips with the back of his hand, the cheeky grin, the man reached out and stroked the teenager's cheeks, sending chills down to Harry's toes and fingers.
"Wait!" Harry suddenly froze as he grabbed the man's arm.
"What, kid? Thought this is what you wanted?" The man's handsome smile suddenly turned hard. Green eyes still staring into Harry's own, the man reached down and unzipped his jeans, unleashing a 10-inch cut monster - obscenely fat and already dripping into the dark, open air. Harry gasped as he smelled sex permeate the close space between them, still frozen. The man leaned in, smelling of whiskey and oozing heat and masculinity and sweat, "You can touch it if you like..."
After taking another deep swig, Harry placed his trembling hand on the cock. He was overheated, and his own cock was ready to burst from excitement. His anus pulsed, quivered and ached for something, anything: his boycunt was hungry. The man's tool was hot, greasy and thick, like a beer can from the base to the head. Harry closed his hand barely around it and felt the man unzip his hoody and lean into his teenage torso, inhaling Harry's smell and sweat.
"(Stroke it, kid,)" The man commanded with hushed whisper as he breathed in the scent of this boy, sweet smelling with whiffs of sweat and boy cum. He reached down with his rough palms and gently explored Harry's lean torso, touching lightly every piece of naked flesh his fingers could get to. Since his first time with Berke, Harry had hit the gym pretty hard. His body lost most of its baby fat and is nothing but lean, teen muscle, respectable, full pecs leading down to lightly defined six pack abs down to a 28 inch waist. To his pleasant surprise, the man discovered, Harry's ass was firm and plump, almost too incongruent to be contained in the 28-size skinny jeans. Harry gasped as he felt the man's gentle tongue on his sensitive nipples and gripped the beer can cock harder. Harry started pumping the dripping tool. All 10 inches.
"(UGHN!)" Harry squealed into the open air as the man suddenly bit his nipple, hard, and shoved the wanting boy against the side of his truck. The man proceeded to nibble and chew and bite Harry's left nipple in a frenzy, grunting between breaths. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his toes flexing in the flip flops. It was this feeling he has craved, to be used and abused by a muscle daddy. He jacked the stranger's cock faster, with both hands as his nipples received the animalistic assault, his voice rising higher and higher, more frantic. His own cock ready to cum if the man would just even breathe on it. "(FUCK! UGHHN! HARDER! YAH! FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNNN!!!!)"
"(shut up, bitch!)" The man growled as he tore himself away from Harry's plump boy tit and shoved his tongue down Harry's eager throat, tasting the boy's breath and saliva. "(damn you're a hot kid!!!)"
"(OH SHIT! FUCK! UGHNN! UGHNN UGHNNN!!")" Harry panted into the hot muscle daddy's mouth between gasps for air as his hoody got torn off and tossed aside into darknes. The man's rough hands were everywhere, groping little Harry's neck to his smooth, toned back, invading the boy's tight abs, slim waist line. The hands found what they were looking for, Harry's greatest asset, two perfectly round mounds of boy ass. The man slapped Harry's ass repeatedly, elicting squeals of pain and pleasure from the dirty little slut bitch. "(UGHNN! OH YES!!! FUCKK! FUCK! HARDER!)"
"(I said be quiet slut!)" The man whispered between grunts into Harry's assaulted mouth as he unbuttoned Harry's jeans and basically ripped apart Harry's little boy briefs. He reached behind the whimpering boyslut to the prize, Harry's hot, smooth boyhole. He pressed his middle finger inside Harry and immediately felt the boy quiver, shake and scream into his mouth. The man shoved his finger in further and began finger fucking the boy roughly, and felt Harry shake and buckle against him, dry screams barely escaping their intense kissing. Harry was on his toes, trying to keep up with the wild intensity of the larger, older man, hanging on to his incredibly muscular arms. His ass was on fire and he wanted more. All of it. Harry began grinding his ass onto the man's middle finger, trying to get the man to go deeper into his boypussy, all the while gasping and moaning, begging for release. "(make me cum, daddy... ughnnn. Ughnn...make me cum with your finger in my ass... deeper daddy ughnn ugghnnnn harder right there RIGHT THERE UGHNN uUGHNNNN!N!!!!!!)"
Suddenly, the man backs off from Harry, taking in the sight before him: a sweaty, cherubic sex demon, nipples swollen, ass falling out of the tight jeans and a long, dipping uncut cock about to pop. "(Got ourselves a wild one here, FUCK this boy is hot!)" The man thought to himself. Harry was flustered, embarrassed by his own begging words, angry that his boy hole was so eager and hungry, pissed that the man stopped so abruptly. "What the fuck man!?"
The man stared at the pissed off, horned up boy in front of him, beet red out of heat and shame, and his own cock ready to burst and coat this boy's face and/or inside with loads of his cum. The man leaned in to Harry, "(let's go to the back of my truck...)"
"(...)" Harry stammered. He just wanted to cum, plus he was afraid of what more could happen. His asshole twitched. A stream of precum now hangs lewdly from the tip of Harry's cock.
"(I can tell you're a screamer...)" The man continued as he began stroking one of Harry's nipples. "(I'm gonna fuck you so hard till you cum over and over again, I want you to scream as loud as you want, slut... get on into the back of my truck...)"
With that, Harry obediently picked up his hoody and followed the man to the back of the truck, walking awkwardly because his ass and cock were still hanging out of his jeans.
"(get on it there boy)" the man grunted as he slapped little Harry's now red ass cheeks and pushed the lad face first into the big, black box, landing on all fours. As Harry picked himself up clumsily, giving the man a clear view of his hairless, perfect ass crack, the little winking pink hole, the man discreetly took a picture with his phone, unbeknownst to kid. With the picture, he texted out: "u wouldn't believe this wild hot trick I picked up 18 y/o euro uncut amazing ass HUNGRY HOLE total screamer cute as pie sub HORNED UP AND DRIPPING ALREADY. Join us asap. My truck. I got all the equipment we'd need"
To be continued!!!!
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