My Rural Life

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My Rural Life - The Rest of the Story:

Author Note:

I wrote this story over the course of multiple years, chapter by chapter. I never thought I would publish them but was convinced to do so after I realized how much time I had put into them and enjoyment I got from them. Some of the chapters represent events I wished happened and are pure fantasy, others have a kernel of truth based in real experiences. I have decided to send in all the remaining chapters that I have to complete the story instead of sending them chapter by chapter. My apologies for the change in format. Also, as I was publishing each chapter separately I was editing them for spelling, grammar and story coherence. The remaining chapters, contained here, have not been edited in this way. So, I apologize for all those errors, especially the storyline issues. That being said, I hope you enjoy the remainder of the story.

Chapter 23

Tiny returned from his trucking run Friday night. Uncle Gary and I were already home when he came in with Mike, the bull rider, right behind him. They hadn't seen each other all week and barely made it the bedroom where Tiny just pulled down each of their jeans and started fucking him without any fanfare, or lube for that matter. Mike screamed in pain and pleasure at the intrusion. We couldn't see them but we could definitely hear them. Neither lasted very long before they both blew their loads. They came out to the living room where we were stuffing their shirt tails back into their wranglers.

We decided that we would go hang out at the local watering hole, literally called "The Waterin' Hole". There were lots of women and men mostly all cowboy/rancher types. We danced with the ladies, slow and fast songs. Turned out Mike was a good two-stepper and all the lady's wanted to dance with the local rodeo pro.

Four of the men I had met on Sunday were there too. We exchanged knowing nods but that was all there was. Mike and I got pretty soused but the older men held their own. We got in about 2:30am. Uncle Gary put me in bed with him while Tiny took Mike to his room. That was the last thing I remember until mid-morning the next day.

Mike was gone by the time I got up. He had his own ranch duties to attend to. The three of us did the ranch chores and were pretty much done by 12:30-1pm. Tiny and I went fishing at the back pond for the afternoon while Uncle Gary went into town to run some errands. Tiny and I talked a lot. For a man of such imposing size and strength he turned out to be easy to talk to. We discussed my story. He told me his. His started when he was in the Marines. He was "seduced" by an older officer. The officer introduced him to sucking both ways and fucking both ways. Tiny loved it all from the moment the man put his lips on his cock that first time. He hadn't stopped since. He still fucked a pussy now and again, but his main `get off' was men. And not just any man. They had to be real men. He didn't go for the nelly types or the soft boys. He was a man and he wanted to fuck a man.

We didn't catch anything but before we headed back to the ranch house he let me fuck him with him lying across the seat of the ATV. The man was all brawn. Hairy, rugged, muscular, masculine and thick everywhere; it didn't take long for me to nut up his ass. He asked if I had considered being fucked as he was pulling up his wranglers. I told him that honestly I hadn't. Since he brought it up I told him that on thinking about it, I guess I would be a bit scared to. Especially with a thick, long, cock like his. The pain must be unbearable. He told me in graphic detail about the first time he was fucked and how painful it was but how the pain was replaced by an electric feeling that he couldn't explain. It felt so good to be fucked now that he couldn't imagine not having cock up his ass on occasion.

I told him I would give it some thought. Maybe I would let someone with a smaller cock poke me first. And I did consider it on the ride back to the house. I thought of all the people I had been fucking around with and they all had big cocks. They were either long, thick or both. If I got fucked maybe I would have to just have someone do it with their little pinky, I thought.

When we arrived at the house I noticed Dad's truck was there. We went inside and found Uncle Gary bouncing up and down on my Dad's cock. They were laying in the middle of the living room floor for all to see. My cock was hard again. Tiny just strolled over, got in front of Uncle Gary and shoved his cock into the man's red haired face. I came over with my cock out too, sticky from my fucking of Tiny. Uncle Gary alternated between sucking each of us to trying to get both of us in his mouth at the same time. My pants were around my thighs and after a few minutes of intense pleasure I realized that Tiny had slipped his hand between my sweaty ass cheeks and was putting pressure on my asshole. He wasn't trying to get inside of me, but was instead just applying some pressure. It felt good and different and taboo. I looked at him and he winked at me. Another few minutes and I shot my second load of the day into Uncle Gary's mouth. He moaned in pleasure at the taste and texture while Tiny started shooting his load across the man's red mustache and beard. Uncle Gary was jacking off while bouncing on my Dad's cock and now it was his turn. He shot a thick load out his cock and between Tiny's boots. My Dad nutted at the feel of Gary's ass muscles contracting around his cock.

That night we decided to stay in and have a small party. Play some cards, etc. We invited Mike, Willy and Randy, and a couple of the guys from the Sunday party; Brad the rancher and Jeff the mechanic. Randy served as the bartender while everyone else played cards. Willy had Randy wearing nothing but his work boots and ratty sleeveless button up flannel shirt that was left unbuttoned. Every time Randy would bring drinks to their table Willy would casually slip his hand into Randy's asscrack; nothing too showy, just casual like. Randy would sort of lean forward a bit at his touch allowing the man's thick fingers to brush his pucker.

There were two tables of four each. Dad, Brad and Jeff were at my table with Tiny, Mike, Uncle Gary and Willy at the other. Willy made it known that whenever anyone needed to piss that he should be alerted. Each time someone got up to go, Willy would go with them. They would come back and surprisingly Willy would be bone dry. I figured out why the first time I had to go.

Willy had an insatiable appetite for man piss. He drank it directly from the tap and never missed a drop. It was incredible. Midway through the night the man had to have taken a bladder full from each man and two from some.

Our table decided that we were going to play a bit of strip poker with a twist. Once you were naked you stayed in the game and the winner would direct you to do something, or have something done to you. I knew I was going to have fun with this. I don't know if I was really on a hot streak or if Jeff and Brad just wanted to get naked, but before long I was still in my pants but those two were naked. Dad was down to this boxers and socks.

I won the next round and Brad and Jeff looked at me expectantly. I took dad's socks and then had the other two rugged men stand up and face each other. I told them they had to knee each other in the groin as hard as they could. My Dad's eyes were wide open as each man did as he was told. Both sat down, still bent over at the waist in pain. The other table had stopped to watch and cheer as we proceeded to deal the next round.

I told my Dad not to worry, that they liked things a little rough. His boxers tented up to full mast after that. He won the next round. He took my pants and told the two other men to stand up next to him. Dad took Jeff's half-hard cock into his mouth and sucked until the man was fully rigid. Still nursing on the head of the cock my dad took the mechanic's balls into his hands and started kneading them. He kept slowly applying pressure until Jeff was visibly in pain, bending at the waist. Dad kept squeezing and pulling down on the man's scrotum. Jeff moaned and panted in pain but his cock never went limp. Dad had his hands such that the man's nuts were in between his palms. He slowly but deliberately pressed his palms together squeezing the sperm makers right in between. Jeff cried out, "Fuck!" at the intense pain but the man's pain was in contrast to the fact that his cock was leaking copious amounts of precum that my Dad kept licking up with his moist, warm tongue. After it seemed Jeff was about to a breaking point Dad released his sack and his cock in a sudden, quick movement. Jeff braced himself against the table nearly blacking out at the release of the intense pain.

Dad turned his attention to the rancher Brad. His cock was rock hard watching what had just happened to Jeff. Dad turned the man around so that we were facing his hairy ass. Dad spread the man's feet apart and told him to bend over. From the position we were seated Dad and I watched as the man's hairy scrotum appeared, hanging between the man's thighs. His ass crack spread slightly and you could see that it was hairy and sweaty with dense hair. Dad reached between the man's legs with his left hand from behind and wrapped his hand around his hard cock. He then pulled down causing the man to bend over more. Dad proceeded to pull down and back causing Brad to get up on his toes and his nuts to separate, one on each side of Dad's forceful grip. He then man-handled Brad's nuts to get them both on one side. They were tightly pressed against the rancher's compressed scrotum. The man's thick cock was leaking precum in long ropes that were pooling on the floor between his bare feet.

I watched as my dad started forcefully rubbing those nuts back and forth, side to side while he slowly jacked the man's cock up and down. Then in a flash Dad pulled his right hand back, made a tight fist and punched the rancher right in his nuts. He yelped and hopped up, trying to straighten up but he couldn't with my Dad's death grip on his cock. He started bounding around as Dad started pressing and rubbing on his nut sack again. Applying pressure and brunt force. Then...another punch; same spot, right on the man's tightly compressed balls. Brad was instantly covered in a slick sweat all over his body as he cursed and yelped at the pain. Dad punched his nuts a third time, this time harder than before. Brad almost passed out as he collapsed back onto Dad's left forearm, his cock shooting a thick load of cum all over the floor.

Dad released his cock and let the man slowly recover his senses. He recovered enough to move back to his chair. The other table roared with cheers and Willy told Randy to clean up the mess. He did so by licking the cum directly off the floor. He then very gently nursed on the man's cock head, getting all the jism he could there. He then, while still on his knees, cleaned my Dad's hand off. We were all rock hard at what had just happened with the musk smell and pheromones rising in the room. Randy stood, his cock thick and rigid. As he went to step by me I grabbed him about the waist and pulled him onto our table to where he was sort of leaning back onto it. I stood, pushing my underwear down and pushing him backwards onto our table. He lay back onto our card deck as I lifted his legs and put them on my shoulders. I leaned over and sucked his member down my throat. It was thick and hard and filled up my mouth easily. I just wanted a taste and as I stood back up I aimed my cock right for his moist, sweaty hole. I impaled him to the root in one thrust. I heard Tiny say "Here we go men." and everyone jumped into action. Dad was naked already and he stepped up to our table and put his considerable nut sack into Randy's face who proceeded to suck them right into his redneck gob; lavishing them with his tongue and moaning through them as I fucked his ass.

Brad was on his knees sucking Jeff. I turned to look and Tiny had bent Mike over their table and pulled the young man's wranglers down. He was releasing his monster cock getting ready to fuck the bull rider who reached out across the table and grabbed the opposite edge in anticipation of the mounting he knew was coming. He had a glassy look in his eyes as he watched me fuck Randy with keen interest.

Willy was on his haunches at my Uncle Gary's backside. Uncle Gary's jeans were pulled down and he was holding his shirt up and out of the way as Willy buried his face into his ass. He was spreading those big, firm ass cheeks apart and lapping at the red haired shit hole found there.

We continued on through the night; everyone seemed extra horny and each seemed to be finding creative ways to get off. Willy seemed hell bent on eating ass all night. He made the rounds at least twice and always had his tongue and lips ready to lap at a used hole whenever its ass got filled with cum. I watched in amazement as Tiny fucked my dad. I'm not sure dad had ever taken such a big cock, as he seemed to have some difficulty in getting it up his shitter. But once he did he was a mad man bouncing up and down like a spring. Randy followed Willy around, cleaning cocks and allowing anyone to use his ass or mouth as they wanted.

At one point I took Tiny's thick, heavy oversized work boots and tied the laces around Jeff's balls. The weight of the boots stretch out his hairy ball sack as he moved around the room. When he would get close to anyone they would give the boots a little tug or set them to swinging. Jeff would grimace in pain while waiting for them to stop swinging but his cock stayed rock hard the whole time. Uncle Gary had Brad on his back with his legs up and on the rancher's shoulders with Uncle Gary straddling them to keep them up and his ass exposed. Uncle Gary was alternating between spanking the man's ass with his bare hands and finger fucking his hairy hole. Brad was moaning in pain and pleasure at the attention his ass was getting and I watched as after an especially brutal barrage of slaps from Uncle Gary's thick, large hands the man's cock exploded shooting cum all over his own face. Randy was there in an instant to lick it up.

Mike too took advantage of Randy's submissiveness and fucked the bigger man. Mike seemed to really enjoy it. I'm not sure if it was the fact that he was fucking a man's ass or the fact that the man was being submissive to him but he really unloaded a thick, viscous load that trickled out of Randy's ass and down his hairy thighs before Willy got there to clean it up. Willy seemed to love the taste and commented too on the quantity.

As things began to wind down I noticed that Willy and Mike were not in the room. I looked around and saw that they had slipped out on the back porch. Willy was naked except for his boots laying on his back stroking his thick cock with one hand and tugging on his nuts with the other. Mike was standing between his legs with a strong stream of piss shooting from his cock. He was soaking Willy head to toe, pissing on his cock and nuts and then running up the hairy man's torso to his face. Willy was awash in urine and loved every bit of it from the look on his face and the hardness of his cock.

Without anyone suggesting it, we all sort of wandered onto the back porch and started doing the same; each man pissing away the night's beer onto the short foreman. He seemed to get more excited and animated as each man added their streams to the mix. It stunk like a roadside shithouse in June, but that didn't matter. We were all sated and this piss act seemed the perfect way to end the evening.

After Randy finished his piss he lay down next to Willy and snuggled up into the man's pit. Willy was still stroking his cock and Randy started to do the same. They looked at each other for a minute and started kissing passionately. The remaining pissers started soaking Randy and I aimed my stream right for their joined mouths. They lapped and swallowed my piss while they french kissed in a duel of tongues. Finally, as the last of our piss streams trickled to a stop, both men blew their final loads all over themselves and each other. Before Willy's violent tremors ended Randy moved to his owner's crotch and cleaned him of his cum and sucked the piss out of the man's pubs. He worked his way up the man's body, licking and sucking the cum and piss from the man's hairy torso. When he made it back up to Willy's head they embraced fully, squeezing each other tightly and kissed in that brutal way they had that made them seem they were wrestling for domination with their tongues. They licked all over one another's faces and facial hair, ears, necks and heads. There was no place they didn't lick as they relished in the manliness of each other and the piss and cum of the masculine men standing around them.

Chapter 24

I stayed on with Uncle Gary for another week before heading back home. Turns out that Randy had the potential to be a good diesel mechanic so Uncle Gary hired him full time. He had fully moved in with Willy and the two of them were inseparable. As I was getting ready to leave that final day Willy asked me to meet him and Randy in the shower area. I followed Willy in and there was Randy, fully clothed in his mechanic's pants and shirt with his name in an oval on his left peck. He had a big smile on his face. He reached and shook my hand firmly and energetically and started gushing about how he appreciated me bringing him here and keeping him safe from the biker gang. He thanked me profusely for introducing him to Willy. Willy was standing beside us facing us and he too was beaming a wide, white smile.

Randy wanted to give you one last thank you blowjob before you headed out.' Willy said. And so do I."

With that both men dropped to their knees in front of me and reached for my fly. What the hell I thought. I had fucked Uncle Gary that morning but my cock was still hard as these two fished it out and started working it over with their tongues. There is nothing hotter than two grown, manly men on their knees sucking your cock. Damn! I thought.

Without taking my cock out of his mouth Randy fished around his crotch until he had his belt undone and his own fly pulled down. He wiggled his pants down his thighs exposing his own rock hard cock and his hairy ass. Willy moved in behind Randy and without any preparation, just buried his cock up the man's ass. Randy winced and moaned at the intrusion but never stopped sucking me off. After a few minutes Willy pulled out started rimming Randy's used ass. The sight was as much of a turn on as Randy's expert tongue. Willy started working Randy's ass with his fingers and after a few minutes he had four up the man's ass. Willy looked up at me and showed me his hand.

"By the time you come visit again I'm gonna be able to bury my fist up his ass."

I smiled and acknowledged it and at the thought of seeing such a site, I tumbled over the edge. I shot a hot, thick load into Randy's mouth. Randy jerked his own cock to orgasm. As I zipped up and backed away Willy stepped in front of Randy and shoved his cock in the man's mouth. I waved and said good bye as I left them to their play.

Tiny and Mike were another couple you could hardly separate. They continued to see each other whenever they could with Mike living and working his parent's ranch and Tiny doing short daily truck runs instead of OTR when possible. I didn't see Jeff or Brad the rest of that week but I know they had to spend the whole week icing their crotches from the brutality they took that night.

I said my goodbyes and was on my way home.

I was about an hour from home on a back road I took to avoid a traffic accident on the interstate. I pulled my truck in for gas at a run-down looking 2 pump station. There was a flatbed dually parked on the other side of the pump and the hose stuck in the tank. No one was manning the hose I noticed.

After getting my pump started I turned around and noticed the apparent owner of the dually. He was a big man. I mean big. Two features were unmistakable about this man; he was above average in height and he had a big, round, firm, hairless belly. I know because it was exposed sticking out, pronounced above his otherwise normal appearing waistline. He had no shirt on and he was sweaty from the heat. He had on a dirty baseball cap and his boots were well worked and filthy. But that belly. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. This man's belly was beach-ball round and did I mention it was firm? As he walked up to his truck it didn't move or jiggle in any way. He could be pregnant with triplets I thought.

He was absent mindedly rubbing small circles back and forth across the lower part of that thing while he finished with the gas hose and his tank. When he turned around I noticed his round, firm ass; how high his buttocks were and how tight his jeans fit him. I watched as he turned around changing the view of my very obvious stare from denim clad ass to exposed sweaty belly. My eyes focused and I noticed that his hand had quit moving but was still resting on his firm paunch. I raised my eyes slowly and met the big man's gaze.

`Follow me, kid', was all he said. With that he got in his dually, started up the big diesel engine and put it in gear. I shook my head for a minute trying to remember the last couple of minutes when he started pulling away. I mobilized then; I quickly put the pump up even though it hadn't filled up my truck. I jumped in my cab and spun out as I punched the accelerator to catch him as he started down the service road.

I caught up with him as he rounded the clover leaf and headed over the bridge spanning the interstate. I followed him for about 10 minutes as he weaved his way around farm roads until he turned onto a white rock road that disappeared into the woods.

I pulled up next to him as he got out of this truck and ambled confidently up to a rickety, run down trailer house. There was lots of heavy equipment, all rusted and laying about the yard along with a couple of old truck bodies. Off to the side I noticed, under an awning was a very clean, very well maintained tow truck. I looked back at my big bellied bud and noticed he had disappeared through the torn screen door.

I approached, suddenly nervous, yet my cock I just realized was rock hard. I could see through the screen door that he had sat down in a recliner and was using the remote to turn on the TV across the room. He had a beer in one hand and was absentmindedly rubbing his firm belly again. I stepped through the screen door.

I slowly stepped up next to his large recliner. The man found a NASCAR race and set the remote down. Without so much as acknowledging my presence, he reached up and grabbed the wrist of my left arm. He tugged slowly as he went to place my hand flat on his belly. I had to bend a little to reach. The skin was warm and moist and just like I thought, it was firm and hard. He began to move my hand in a slow circle. I got the hint and started doing the same on my own power. He let go of my wrist and while I started, ever so slightly, to rub his belly, he reached under it with both hands and unbuckled his belt. He then lowered his zipper and released his sweaty, musky cock. He wore no underwear and his uncut dick was slick and slimy with precum. He started slow stroking his cock while I rubbed his massive belly.

We were like that for a few minutes with him focused on the race. I started to be a bit more aggressive, rubbing slightly faster and pushing against the firmness. As I increased my ministrations he accelerated his dick stroking. I dropped to my knees onto the filthy carpet next to his massive recliner and put both of my hands on his belly. I started rubbing and pressing and swirling all around his massive midsection. He moaned a low manly moan and I chanced a look up at his face. He was a handsome man in his own right though scruffy would be the right description of his looks. His ball cap was tilted back slightly and he now had his eyes closed relishing the feeling of my hands and his own paws doing their business on his business. As I looked longingly down his body back to his belly my eyes noticed how hard his nipples had become. The man was hairless so it was easy to see now that I had noticed. I leaned my face down, still rubbing his belly, and gave his right nip a flick with my tongue. You would have thought I electrocuted the man; he shook violently and moaned low and guttural. He started jerking faster on his dick.

So, I put my full lips to his nipple and sucked. The man almost jumped out of his massive chair as his whole body went stiff except for his right hand which was pounding his cock mercilessly. And in that moment I felt warm, sticky cum on the side of my face. He jerked and rocked and moaned with his orgasm; each tremor seeming stronger than the last. I sucked his tit and rubbed his belly through the whole thing. When he finally relaxed I had rubbed all of his spent seed into his firm, masculine belly.

I looked up at his face again. He was shiny with sweat but the far away, glassy look of lust had finally left his eyes. He gave me a bit of a half-smile, half-smirk, reached up with his manly calloused hand and wiped his cum from the side of my face. He moved his finger towards my mouth and instinctively I opened up. He pushed his cummy finger past my lips and I started sucking on the thick digit like it was a cock. His cum had an intense musky taste that covered my tongue and filled my nostrils with his scent. I was the one glassy-eyed now. His scent, the scene, his cum, the whole thing worked its sexual magic on me and I was lost in lust. I was moaning now around his finger as he pushed a second one into my mouth. I wanted more of his cum but the taste was fading, driving me into a frenzy.

The big man kicked at the recliner extension closing it in a swift move and sitting himself up. In one fluid motion he was up on his booted feet with his fingers still in my mouth and me still on my knees. He raised me to my feet by my mouth as I continued to suck and lick around his calloused fingers like they were two cocks filling my mouth. We were now both standing facing each other. He was fully naked with his worn jeans crumpled around the tops of his work boots. I was still fully clothed. I looked down his body as he pushed his fingers further into the back of my throat and noted that I could not see his cock due to the size of his extended, round belly. My cock twitched at the masculinity of it all and complete control this man exuded.

With a deftness that belied his size, with one hand he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my wranglers and pulled them down to my thighs. He was firm and ruff in the effort and I took over pushing my own jeans down to the tops of my boots while he pulled my shirt up over my head. He pulled his fingers from my mouth as I stood more fully upright, now as naked as he. My cock was rock hard and leaking cum and I was sweaty with the heat. He firmly turned me around and pushed my shoulders down so that I was leaning across the recliner that he recently vacated.

He stepped up behind me, pulled my ass cheeks apart and put the red, slick head of his cock right against my hairy, virgin asshole. I winced a bit and shook at the heat that his cock was radiating against my exposed hole. I could feel it was wet with his cum. The thought that I had never given up my ass did not cross my mind as I moaned in approval for him to fuck me. He pushed forward and his cock slid steadily up my ass.

The pain was unbelievable. I was rocked back to reality in an instant as I tensed up. He was undeterred. He kept up a steady pressure and his cock kept moving in inch by inch. I felt his belly against the small of my back and in my pain I suddenly felt the hair of his crotch against my ass and I knew he was buried all the way in me. I was suddenly aware of a low throbbing around my ass as my sphincter tried to accommodate his girth. He held steady, one hand flat and firm between my shoulders to keep me from raising up and the other I now noticed was rubbing his belly in that absentminded way of his.

I focused my attention back onto my ass and noticed the throbbing was subsiding. The sharp pain was receding and I was suddenly aware of his cock's presence inside of me, not just the stretching feeling around the entrance. It was then that he jerked his cock up in that way men do, and I felt every inch of its presence in my ass. I looked between my own legs and noticed that my cock jerked to hardness at that feeling. He did it again; never moving in or out, just using his cock muscles to make his presence known. After another minute he slowly, yet steadily, began to pull his cock out. I felt every inch of his retreat, inside and outside of my body. My eyes went glossy again, they rolled to the back of my head and I moaned loud and guttural.

Before he removed the whole cock from inside me, he started his slow return up my ass. I could not believe the feeling of pain and pleasure that was shooting through me from my ass. He moaned deeply when he got to the root and I felt the warmth of his belly once again resting on the small of my back.

As he withdrew the second time I felt him shift his weight slightly trying to get the perfect angle. Seemingly satisfied by the time only the head of his cock remained in me, he started fucking me in earnest. No more slow stroking, he was now full on fucking me and I was loving each thrust. His paced quickened as he started truly pounding me. He grabbed my hips with both hands and he was now pulling me onto him as much as he was fucking into me. My cock was bouncing, hitting my belly and then back down to slap against the arm of the chair. I was holding on tight as the chair and indeed the whole trailer house seemed to be shaking with his lustful rhythm.

And then I felt his cock swell. It seemed like it grew to twice the size and after a few more hard poundings in that state he pulled me violently against his crotch and exploded up my ass. As soon as I felt his hot spunk inside me I shot my load across his recliner. I heard it hit the dirty fabric with a thud as my orgasm matched his.

As his tremors subsided he started moving up and down and side to side. Never taking his cock out of me, but making me feel his still hard member as it sloshed around my innards, he finally started to pull out. I felt it all so intensely that I couldn't think straight.

The next thing I remember was the sound of the NASCAR racers buzzing around the track on the TV. He then fully withdrew from my now deflowered ass, and reached to pull up his filthy jeans. I raised up, shaky in my knees and proceeded to do the same. I could feel the slick wetness between my ass cheeks and for some reason it felt good. My cock twitched again as I buttoned up my wranglers and buckled my belt.

Finished doing the same, he simply sat back down in his recliner, taking no care for the fact that he just sat in a puddle of my cock juice. He reclined in his chair, now focused on the race and I made my way to the door. Neither of us feeling words were necessary.

I let the ratty screen door close loudly on its own as I headed out and back to my truck. Just as I got to my door to open it a big 4x4 truck rushed up and stopped next to where the man had parked his truck. I stood there a minute as the cloud of white dust settled. I could see a passenger and a driver. When the driver who was closest to me opened his door he was buttoning the top button on his jeans as he got down out of the lifted truck. A third person emerged from his side as the passenger exited the other. There were three older teenaged boys. They were each dressed in work boots, jeans and no shirts. They each had a bit of a belly on them. They each had on a dirty ball cap. They seemed by their common looks to be brothers or close cousins. They each adjusted their crotches as they looked at me briefly, smirked and turned toward the trailer house. The one who I had not at first seen lingered slightly and gave his ball cap a little tip, he licked his lips and then turned to follow the others.

I climbed into my truck. I continued my journey home relishing the memory of losing my virginity while my butt cheeks squished around the large man's copious cum load as it slowly leaked out and made a substantial wet spot in my jeans and on the seat of my truck.

Chapter 25

I stayed at Mom and Dad's for a couple days, just resting. About the third day I felt refreshed, rejuvenated and horny as fuck. Early that evening I headed to Bill's. I pulled up and parked next to his old truck. I was glad he was home. I needed to get off real bad. He answered the door still dressed in his work cloths. Sweaty and dirty, he had clearly worked hard that day. He was grinning ear to ear.

"Come on in here, fucker!" Bill said and I stepped through the door. He had an unopened beer in one hand and handed it to me. "You drink that one, I'll get another."

"Thanks." I said taking the cold can.

"So you just stopping by again or are you back permanently?" He asked as he returned from the frig. He popped the top on his beer and proceeded to chug it in one long drink.

"Back for the foreseeable future." I said as he burped and thru the empty can towards the kitchen. Before it had a chance to quite clanging around on the floor Bill had dropped his pants and bent over the sofa arm. "Fuck me, man. I am in serious need of that thick cock of yours."

I set my unfinished beer aside stepped up behind him, dropped my pants and drove right in. That homecoming fuck lasted over an hour. We fucked in the living room, the kitchen, on the way to the bedroom, in the bed, in the shower...we fucked everywhere in his ramshackle apartment. We were so horny we couldn't cum. We just relished each other's contribution to the act and worked as a team for each other's pleasure. Eventually we both blew massive loads. We calmed down, ordered some pizza and spent the evening catching up. We eventually wound up in the bedroom spooning with my still hard cock buried up his fine ass. We slept that way.

The next morning there was a knock on the door. It was 5am and we over slept. Roy was coming to pick up Bill for a job the two of them were to do that day. Todd wasn't with him. Bill got up and headed to the shitter to get ready and I headed to the door. Roy was shocked to see me and he beamed his broad white smile in disbelief. I told him I was back, and I looked right at his crotch. He was fully hard and he reached over to rub it a bit. I nodded for him to come inside and closed the door behind him. I immediately dropped to my knees and reached for his belt. He tried to pull away saying that he could here Bill in the bathroom. There wasn't time.

I just looked up at him, undid his pants and got reacquainted with that thick, brown, uncut cock of his. Once my lips were over the head he quit fighting and just moaned and started cussing in Spanish. Oh, how I had missed sucking this man's cock!

It didn't take long and I could tell he was about to blow. I grabbed his dark brown furry nuts and pulled down slightly. He hissed and then started shooting his load down my throat. That taste, the smell, the view, all brought me back to the very first time I sucked his dick; the first time I had ever sucked dick.

I swallowed it all and finally his tremors stopped. He opened his eyes to see Bill standing there watching us with a big ole grin on his face.

Roy was frozen, not knowing what to do. He was caught. I looked up at him and felt sorry for him. I looked over at Bill and as I got up off my knees we both started laughing knowingly. I explained to Bill the nature of my relationship with Roy and then we explained our situation to Roy. By the time they left both men were in the know, relaxed and relieved. They said they would talk to Todd and see if I could rejoin the crew.

I hung out at Bills for a while after they left, got cleaned up and dressed and eventually headed out.

Chapter 26

I hadn't told anyone about my time with the big bellied tow truck driver. But as the weeks wore one I began to want to get fucked again. I thought about what it all meant and came to the conclusion that I liked it. That there was something about giving up your ass to someone that seemed both submissive and yet in control at the same time. It was of course a taboo act that made my cock hard the more I thought about doing it again.

It was during one of these moments that I found myself about an hour away from my town trying to remember which farm road to take off of the main road to find the big man who deflowered me. I was horny and frustrated that I couldn't find the road when I decided to give up. I drove through the little town hoping to find a Dairy Queen or McDonalds to get a drink before heading back home in defeat.

I rounded onto main street and was surprised to see a big, shiny red tow trick angled in a parking space about half way up the block of this 1-block town. As I eased up to it I noticed it was parked in front of a barber shop. Well, I could use a hair cut I thought and pulled in next to the rig.

There was a high pitched ringing as I walked through door. It was an old, almost ancient, building. The door had one of those tin bells at the top that was tripped whenever it was opened. Inside the air was thick with Barbasol and shaving cream. It was small, only two barber chairs. Only one was occupied; it was the tow truck driver. The barber had him leaned back in the chair finishing up a shave. The barber was probably mid-50's graying with a thick, dark mustache. He was a thick man and handsome in his white smock holding the strait razor to the tow truck driver's neck.

He welcomed me in a basso voice and thick country accent inviting me to have a seat. I looked over to where he indicated and there in the waiting chair was one of the tow truck driver's sons. Or at least what I assumed was his son. The young man was smiling up at me with a twinkle in his eye. I recognized him as the one who was seated in the middle of their truck, more so from his green Jon Deer cap than his features. He was shirtless again. He said, "Hey buddy. Nice to see you. I'm Kenny." He thrust his hand out to shake and I obliged as I sat down a seat away from him. I turned my attention back to the barber chair which was right in front of me.

The tow truck driver was wearing the same worn boots and some filthy jeans. The white stripped smock was covering as far down as his crotch as most of the material was needed to cover his enormous stomach. The barber kicked at a leaver and the man was now sitting more up right, but still a little leaned back. As I moved my gaze up his body my eyes caught his and he smirked. The Barber was brushing his buzz cut and finishing up a few last trims here and there.

"Tom," he said, sort of half looking back and still holding my gaze. "Why don't you go ahead and lock up for the afternoon. This young man is with me."

The barber, Tom, set his scissors down, proceeded to the door, locked it, and drew all the front window shades. When I looked back at the tow truck driver my eye was drawn to movement; he was absentmindedly rubbing his belly with his right hand underneath the smock. I could see underneath to his crotch where his left hand was busy rubbing his cock through his jeans.

Tom the barber walked between us temporarily cutting off my view. He went to the counter behind the empty barber chair, took out a cigar and sat in the free barber chair. He lit the thick stogy and then with both hands proceeded to undo his shirt, then the button at the top of his jeans. He was very hairy and it was thick. He was dark complexioned as well giving him a very foreign look. Perhaps he was Italian or of Middle Eastern descent. The young boy next to me got up and got between the barber's knees. He fished out the man's thick uncut, still soft cock and immediately started sucking. The barber moaned, shifted his weight to be in a more relaxed position, and blew out a long puff of cigar smoke. He put both hands to his nipples and started slow pinching them while he received his blow job.

I turned my attention back to the tow truck driver. He had taken his uncut cock out through the fly of his jeans and was slow stroking it in time with the circular movements on his belly. This is what I was here for I thought and got up and put my head between his knees. I got my head up under the smock and found that intense smell of his was very thick under there. His cock head was slimy and wet as it slowly appeared and then disappeared back and forth in the uncut folds of his cock sheath. I began to smell cigar smoke mixed in with this man's natural musk and I was now driven purely by lust. I slid his cock all the way into my mouth, taking him as far as I physically could. He simply moved his hand from his cock to the back of my head and pulled me down onto his thick member. I moved my hands up to his big belly and started slowly moving them around and putting firm pressure against it.

We were like this for a while; the two older men getting head from the younger. Soon though my ass reminded me of the reason I made this trip. I wanted this man's cock inside me. I pulled off his cock and raised up, looking him in the eye. Lust and animal attraction sparked between us. He started to get up seemingly reading my thoughts. My eye was caught by movement in the other barber chair. I looked over and saw that Tom the hairy bear barber was up on the seat on his knees facing the mirror. The young man who was sucking his cock was now eating out his shit hole and both seemed to be loving it.

As the tow truck driver pulled off the barber smock and moved out of the chair I stood up, kicked off my boots, pulled my jeans and underwear completely off and then I took his seat in the barber chair. I scooted down so my ass was right on the edge of the seat while he went behind me and pushed some lever that lay me back. This was the shaving position only we had other uses in mind. As he moved back around to the front of the chair I lifted my legs and grabbed them behind my knees, pulling them back as far as I could and fully exposing my hairy near-virgin ass to the big man. He was still rubbing that big belly with one hand while he was slow jacking his cock with the other as he approached my hole. He spread his feet out on either side of the foot rest, then leaned down a bit and spit dead center on my exposed hole. He spit again on his big right paw, rubbed it on the head of his cock and then proceeded to penetrate my ass. He pressed in with all his weight and it only took a few seconds for my sphincter to give way to his meat stick. I moaned in pain and pleasure as he buried himself deep in my guts ,then grabbed me around the thighs and held us together like that while I adjusted to his invasion.

He soon started fucking me in earnest as I relished the feel of his member sliding in and out of me. I looked over to the next barber chair and watched as Tom the barber was now giving the kid a wet sloppy blowjob while the kid now sat in the barber chair. The kid was watching me get fucked while he pulled down on the older man's ears getting him to take all of his young cock in his gob. The man was moaning approval while the kid squirmed in pleasure.

It didn't take long before the tow truck driver started unloading his thick man juice up my ass. I squirmed around on his cock as I felt it blast squirt after squirt inside me. Realizing the man had just got off in me, the barber raised up from the kid's lap and walked over next to us. He reached out for the tow truck drivers cock as he slowly withdrew. He looked at me in the eye and told me to hold his load as long as I could. He then proceeded to clean the big man's cock with his tongue. The young kid got in behind the barber and started fucking the older bear's hairy ass. The barber started cursing and pushing back into the kid's crotch while he cleaned the tow truck driver's cock and balls. When he looked back up at me his thick, dark mustache had a long, thick white strand of cum across it and he was licking his lips trying to get at it. He nodded to me and then buried his face in my still exposed ass; lapping and licking all around my used hole. The kid adjusted his position as the barber got himself comfortably in place to felch the tow truck driver's load from my ass. I relaxed and let it go and the man started feverishly sucking and licking as it oozed from my still tight backside.

After he got all he was going to get he moved up to my taint and then started a nice slow tongue massage of my hairy nuts. All the while the kid was fucking him while the tow truck driver watched from the side. He was characteristically rubbing his bare belly and slowly massaging his still hard cock. As the barber got to my cock I noticed his whole face and mustache were now glistening in cum and saliva. He took my cock into his mouth. I took a queue from the kid and started pushing him further down onto my root by the back of his head. He moaned louder as I forcefully invaded his throat. I looked up at the kid, still fucking his ass, and smiled. The kid just smiled back and then started fucking like a jack rabbit. After a minute or so of this rapid punch fucking the kid exploded his young load up the barber's hairy ass. The barber was moaning more now trying to say yes and generally getting off on being used this way but I still kept him lodged on my cock only letting him up for an occasional breath before pulling him right back down on my cock.

As the kid backed away from the used ass the tow truck driver stepped up and buried himself up the man's shit chute for his second fuck of the afternoon. I was so turned on by the sight that I started shooting my load. I got off one hard, thick shot and the man bolted up off my cock and started jacking me aiming my cock at his face and mouth. He took the rest of my load there and then started rubbing my hard cock across his face scooping up my cum with my dick and then plunging down onto it so he could get it in his mouth. The man seemed insatiable for cum and seemed to really get off on having it on his face. When he had gotten most of it into his mouth he sort of half-looked back over his shoulder and encouraged the tow truck driver to shoot him full of cum.

It didn't take too long for that to happen. When the explosions were done the barber quickly moved to the other chair and sat down and back. He put his cigar back to his mouth raised his legs and started jacking himself off with one hand while he was finger fucking himself with the other. Every few strokes he would move his wet fingers from his ass to his mouth. After just a few minutes of this the big, bear barber shot his own thick load right onto his own face. Thick, white ropes of the stuff coated the man's mustache mixing with mine and what he had sucked from my ass. He lapped at it all with his moist tongue and eventually wiped it all up with his thick paws and sucked his fingers and hand's clean.

The air was thick with the smell of cum, sweat, cigar and barber shop. We all got up, cleaned up with some hot towels and got dressed. The barber followed us to the door to let us out and as we stepped out 3 older teenaged boys, all dressed in wranglers, boots, t-shirts and cowboy hats were approaching the barbershop entrance. They were punching each other's shoulders and laughing, just generally be teen agers. When they noticed us they stopped thier antics and slowed down a bit. The barber saw them and didn't miss a beat telling them to come on in and that they would be his last customers of the day. They filed inside as he held the door for them. I, the tow truck driver, and the kid had stepped out onto the small town sidewalk. The barber looked at us with a smirk, he squeezed his crotch and proceeded in after the teenagers. The door shut and and I heard the deadbolt knock into place. Someone was about to get some more cock I thought and smiled.

The tow truck driver introduced himself and his son and they invited me over to their trailer for a bit. He said his other two sons would be getting home soon and that I should meet them. I agreed and followed the big tow rig in my truck out of town and onto an old dusty road.

Chapter 27

The man was a little taller than me, thick, not so much fat, just thick and solid. He had black hair and a thick black, full beard. He had dark eyes and sun darkened skin. His uniform shirt said Joe in squiggly red stitching. His arms were dark, thick and thickly covered in that jet black hair. His hands were big, callused and grimy and at the moment he was slowly turning them over and over in a red shop towel that was probably adding as much grim to his hands as it was taking off.

Joe owned `Joe and Sons Automotive' although he was the Son of the outfit. Joe Sr., his dad, opened the shop 30 years before and now it was Joe and his son running things. It was Saturday afternoon and Joe was the only person left at the shop; his son having headed home early to get ready for a date. Todd had just dropped me off from the last landscaping job and I was here to get my pickup. Joe had replaced the water pump for me as I just couldn't find the time to do it myself. I had always taken my vehicles to Joe as had my dad. Joe's was an institution in town and everyone seemed to trust all three generations of Joes.

My eyes focused beyond the man's hands and took in his dark grey work pant covered crotch. I could make out a thick line and bulge dressed to the right. I looked back up at his face focusing on what he was telling me. After a few seconds I shifted my weight and lowered my head and gaze again. His boots were black matte leather, covered in grim themselves. There was something that turned me on about a man's foot gear. The more blue collar the better. I didn't have a fetish per se; it wasn't like I wanted to lick them or anything like that. But a man's shoes said a lot about him and a workman's boots, of any shape, size, color or condition, made my dick twitch.

I looked back up as Joe had started to turn and go into the office area just off of the grimy garage we were standing in. He had said something about following him. I really needed to focus on the conversation and quit the sex thoughts.

He had finished the water pump install, said some pleasantries about my parents and mentioned about finishing up our conversation in his office.

The office was a decent size with paperwork seemingly everywhere. The paneling on the walls dated the place and the dirt and general uncleanness dated it even more. It smelled of oil, grease, moldy carpet and sweat. It was typical of such places; functional and practical. Uncle Gary would shit a brick if his offices were kept like this but then again, Uncle Gary had his female receptionist and a cleaning crew to keep things neat and tidy. It appears the Joes hadn't cleaned the place since the day it opened 30 years ago.

As for me, it was perfect. Fitting for such a place and it was one of the reasons I kept coming back here. There was a masculine quality about it all; something manly and musky and it always got my dick in a chub.

As Joe entered the office he hit a grimy switch on the wall next to the door and the big bay garage doors started their loud, slow descent. The next switch turned off the overhead vapor lights. He was closing everything up.

I followed the big man into the office sniffing his manly sweaty musk in his warm wake as I walked closely behind him. He turned to hand me the invoice. I was a bit close to him which brought a little smirk to his face.

"You know your mom and dad always use the family coupon to get a discount on the service here." Joe said not moving away from me. "Do you want the family discount too Mark?"

"I don't have a coupon or anything is it something my mom or dad has? Like a special card or something?" I asked.

"Well there is no card or anything like that, we just have an arrangement. A little discount for a little `consideration', as it were." He said cryptically.

I was pretty experienced sexually, especially now, but I am always a little slow never believing a situation to be anything more than what it was on the surface. I guess I paused a little too long. Joe turned and I heard him undo his belt buckle. When he turned back around my eyes were drawn to his crotch where he had one of his thick callused paws squeezing that thick bulge I had noticed earlier. His belt lay open and the top button of his pants was undone.

"`Consider' this Mark." Joe said playing on his own words. "You take care of this and I could cut say 25% off your bill."

I was slow but I wasn't that slow. Before he said `25%' I was on my knees. Joe stepped the one step between us and moved his hands to his hips. I leaned in and sniffed the mechanic's crotch. It smelt of grease and dirt with a very faint smell of starch.

"Take it out son and get it nice and hard." He said, his voice now lower and with an air of authority.

"Yes sir." was all I could say as I reached up and finished undoing his pants. I pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. There in front of me was the blackest, bushiest crotch I had ever laid eyes on. It was a forest of unkempt hair matted down from the day's sweat but nonetheless impressive in its denseness. Coming from the center of that manly bush was a thick cock shaft; the flesh colored shaft in contrast to the black bush. I could see it move slightly with his heart beat. The head of the thing was thick with a large mushroom like cap around it. It was perfect as far as cocks go and it smelled of sweat and musk, just like a man's crotch should.

I stretched my neck forward and lower, stuck out my tongue and lapped at the underside of the head. It twitched from my touch and I could just taste the sweetness of his precum. I pulled my head back and the precum stretched from my tongue to the tip of his cock. I looked up at the man from there. He was looking right back at me. When we locked eyes he said, "Get it hard son, then I'm gonna fuck your ass, just like I do your daddy and your mommy."

My eyes went wide at the revelation that this man had fucked both of my parents and the implications had no real time to register. I simply moved my head quickly forward taking his chubby into my mouth all the way to the root. I started taking deep breaths inhaling his crotch scent while running my tongue all over the bottom side of his stiffening member. There is nothing more of a turn on than to have a man get hard in your mouth.

With his firm encouragement I sucked him till he was fully hard. He stood me up and told me to take my wranglers down. I did as told and then he bent me over his messy desk. As soon as I was bent over he spread my ass apart, bent down and spit a big glob right on to my pucker. He then spit into his callused hand and rubbed it onto his cock head and shaft. With that being all the lube provided he proceeded to press his dick into me.

He was thick and long when fully hard and it hurt tremendously as he entered my near virgin ass but soon I was pushing back into his crotch trying to get the whole thing up inside me. It felt hard and soft and warm and filling. Each thrust was better than the last. Clearly this man was an expert fucker. He knew how to make my ass want more and I found myself begging for just that as the assault continued. After what seemed like an eternity and too soon at the same time he pushed himself violently forward burying himself deeply in me and held himself there. His cock seemed to swell ever larger and then I felt it spasm with my sphincter. The manly mechanic was shooting a white hot load of cum up my ass. As he was still cumming he told me to jack off and shoot my load. It took one stroke of my own hand and I blasted a pent up load of my own against the front of the man's desk. Our combined spasms of and around my ass pucker made the whole thing incredibly intense, immensely satisfying and immediately addicting. I wanted this man to fuck me again...and again.

Chapter 28

Standing there naked, Mack looked around the open room of the gang's club house. Every chair, couch, pool table and other surface had some naked, or half naked, form on it. More than half of them male. Everyone seemed to be passed out except for Lefty, his Sargent at Arms, and his old lady who were still going at it. Lefty was sitting at the end of a long couch naked except for his colors. His old lady was bouncing up and down on his hard cock. They both had a far away look in their eyes as they enjoyed the pleasure of their coupling and the excessive amount of booze and pot from the party.

Mack's eyes ran down her back to Lefty's sizable, hairy nut sack as it bounced loosely between his thighs with each fuck. He rubbed his own thick, hard member wishing he could bury his nose right up under there and smell and taste their sex. But he couldn't. He was the leader. When the old ladies weren't around it was these men who did whatever he ordered, sexually or otherwise. He was the leader. He's tough, hard nosed, has the biggest, longest, thickest cock and he commands respect. Those that don't give it don't last long in this group. Each man is proud, macho, a force to be reckoned with, but each knows his place in the pecking order. And because Mack is at the top of the pecking order he can't go sucking cock, sniffing taints or rimming ass like he wants to. And he wants to. This crew is of his design and his handiwork. Each man tough and masculine. Most ex military and all of them loyal. Each one is sexually charged and oversexed and he has them obey his every wish.

The club makes money running contraband and dabbling a little in the drug trade. Weed only and no one uses anything harsher. To do so means expulsion or worse. They each know this and no one crosses the line. They run a motorcycle shop in the next town over; sales and repairs. Some members work there others work other jobs but each man puts in a percentage of their respective incomes into the club. From there Einstein pays the bills and invests what's left. You wouldn't know it but this little backwater biker gang is sitting on over three million dollars of investments. No one cashes out. Loyalty and honor prevents that. Plus, they are taken care of in their older years, if they reach them.

There are three such formerly active members. Two serve on the board and one is near death in a nearby nursing home; all expense paid of course.

Mack was horny as hell. He always was but whenever they had these parties it revved him up more than it wound him down. He has a steady stream of bitches when he wants them but chooses not to have an old lady. He's loyal to his men and they know he could have anyone exclusively. But by his command each member's old lady is his to have anytime, anywhere. Other members have to ask permission to fuck another member's old lady. Mack shares his bitches freely; women publicly, men privately. The club house is always sexual even on the most normal of days.

Standing next to the bar examining the scene his attention is drawn to the shapely feminine ass near him. It belongs to Red's old lady. Red was underneath her and his long semi hard cock was still buried in her cunt. They were both snoring lightly having just recently passed out after their mutual climax. He stepped up behind her and between Red's spread knees. He lifted her hips a few inches until he knew Red's cock plopped from the moist confines of her cunt. He knew from experience that Red was a heavy cummer so he quickly shoved his hard member up her pussy to prevent any from leaking out. She roused at the invasion and sort of turned back to see who was fucking her. She half smiled at seeing Mack, moaned a little approval and turned back resting her head on Red's chest.

Mack slowly withdrew his cock and reaching down he cupped his thick meaty hand around his dick. As he pulled back he scraped the cum from inside her with the crown of his cock and collected it in his hand. He looked around the room again to insure no one was watching and brought his hand to his mouth. He acted as if he was wiping his mouth and mustache in a nonchalant way while he licked the sperm from his hand. He repeated this move two more times satisfied he had as much of Red's cum as he was going to get. His cock, harder now after having a good taste of cum, was on the verge of exploding. He started fucking her in earnest and in about three strokes he blew his load. He scooped up his own cum like he had Red's and cleaned it off as he headed towards his quarters.

Mack had a home but this was where he spent most of his time. He entered his room and picked up his cell phone. He texted a quick message and then started getting dressed again in the day's grimy socks, jeans and wife-beater. The clock on the nightstand read 2:57am. He grabbed his Harley keys and headed for the parking lot. Butch was on duty guarding the door and Mack knew that 3 other men were patrolling the grounds. He nodded wordlessly to the man, fired up his hog and headed out of town.

By 3:15 he was pulling over at mile marker 113 on the interstate. A state trooper patrol car was parked behind the trees completely blocking it from view. As his headlight swung across the cruiser he took note that the two officers were standing behind the car leaned back against it with their backs to him. He killed the engine and was suddenly aware of the contrasting silence. He turned off the lights and was engulfed by the darkness in kind. He waited a minute for his eyes to adjust. It was a full moon and it didn't take long for him to be able to see again. He climbed off the motorcycle, the sound of creaking leather and recoiling shocks the only sound in the clearing. He walked to the back of the police cruiser and turned to face the two officers. He fished out his massive, hard cock and dropped to his knees.

The troopers already had their cocks out and as soon as Mack hit the gravel on his knees they stepped forward and started pissing on him. One started on his face while the other started pissing on Mack's cock while the biker jacked himself off. They proceeded to piss up and down the man soaking him from head to toe. They were very vocal calling him humiliating names and challenging his manhood. Mack kept his mouth open and when it was filled with warm, acrid piss he would swallow in gulps and beg for more. As the trooper's piss began to wane Mack followed the streams to start sucking both of their cocks.

After getting both men to full erection and getting a good taste of precum Mack was ordered to stand up and strip. He did so quickly while the policemen continued their verbal assault. One officer stepped behind Mack and ordered him to bend over while the other stepped in front of the biker. Without any preamble or lube the officer behind Mack shoved his cock into Mack's ass. The other one grabbed his head and forced his mouth down on his cock. Mack was spit roasted between the two who began to fuck him in an alternating rhythm.

Mack moaned and groaned in pain and pleasure as the troopers fucked him while continuing their humiliating taunting. After a few minutes the men spun Mack around and each took their turn on his opposite end. Mack could taste his own ass as he was skull fucked by the officer that was just fucking his man cunt. It didn't take much longer and both officers were unloading their pent up loads into the biker.

Mack was in heaven. This is just what he needed after the party at the club. He couldn't help but think of his big burley police officer dad. Growing up the man was distant and verbally abusive but that wasn't how Mack remembered him. To Mack he was the epitome of masculinity. He didn't take any shit from anyone, even his only son. Mack admired him for his independence, strength and raw manliness. He loved his dad and his cock was always hard when he was ordered to remove the man's boots after a long shift or when his dad would piss and shit with the bathroom door open in plain view of his son. He was an only child and his mother had left when he was 5, so it was just him and his dad. They lived like slobs; they lived like men. To Mack it was the best time of his life, especially when his dad would bring home a bitch to fuck.

He was never shy and never closed his bedroom door. He would fuck them all over the house with no shame for where Mack was or what he was doing at the time. Mack can remember the smell and sight of constant sex as his father seemed to always be horny. His dad shared a whore with Mack when he was 15. It was then that he was able to finally taste his dad's cum, after years of watching it ooze out of cunts and drip off his dad's hard cock, by fucking the cunt after his dad had cum and wiping it off his own dick.

When Mack graduated from high school they threw a big party. That was the first night that his father fucked his ass while his young, rookie patrol partner fucked Mack's mouth. Both men humiliated Mack by calling him faggot and bitch and that he wouldn't amount to anything but some man's pussy.

Mack's father died years ago from a gun shot wound delivered by some black gang banger, but the officer now fucking his ass was his father's rookie patrol partner that graduation night. He still got off on the man's dick.

The older officer turned, dropped his uniform pants and leaned across the trunk. Mack was ordered to rim his ass while he jacked off and until he shot his load. It didn't take long of eating that familiar ass and hearing the familiar taunts before Mack nutted into the gravel by the moonlight. His third load of the night.

As the patrol car pulled onto the highway Mack took some bottled water from his saddle bags and soaked himself and his clothes. Washing away the piss and the smell. He rode slowly back to the club house allowing time for his clothes to dry. He was still horny and irrationally angry and he wanted some more man sex. As he pulled back in Butch and his crew was just getting off patrol and another crew was taking over. They walked in together and Mack told Butch to meet him in his quarters. The other 3 men started for the bar; rousing some of the bitches. They missed the party but wasn't going to miss getting off.

Mack walked in behind Butch and turned to close the door and paused to watch as one of Butch's crew dropped his pants and slide easily into a busty brunette. The younger man's ass was round and his legs and ass were unnaturally furry. Butch's cock twitched as he thought about lapping at the man's hole; he closed the door then and turned. Butch was an ex Army ranger, thickly muscled and covered in fur. He always had a five o'clock shadow that made him look dark and swarthy. He was not to be messed with and was a shoe in for taking over as Sargent at Arms in the next election. He was obedient and there was two things Mack liked about Butch more than any other; the man had huge nuts and he could take a punch.

Butch knew what he was here for. He had observed that just about every time there was a big party Mack would take off at some point. Upon his return he was always dark and moody and wanted to have a go with Butch. It happened often enough over the years that he knew what was expected of him and the two men never spoke a word of it inside or outside Mack's quarters. So without further prompting Butch opened the top drawer of a low chest near the door, took out the black knit skull cap, placed that on his head and pulled it down over his eyes. He then took up his position; his back facing the door, feet a bit more than shoulder width apart and his hands on the small of his back at a modified parade rest.

Mack approached him from behind. The ex-Ranger's jeans were tight against his ample ass. That would have to come later Mack thought as with all his might he proceeded to kick Butch in the crotch from behind aiming perfectly so that to top of his steal-toed boot landed squarely where the man's large nuts were confined in the well worn denim.

Butch moaned and bent forward ever so slightly. He gritted his teeth at the pain that exploded through his gut and radiated in a dull ache from his balls. Then he smiled a wicked smile to himself as he felt his dick start to get hard.

Mack kicked again. This time such that the laces of his boots made contact with Butch's balls. The man took the kick without hardly a reaction. Mack walked around to face the ex soldier. He took note of the man's long, thick cock as it snaked down his right pant leg; at the head of his snake there was already a small wet spot soaking through the fabric. Butch was notorious for the amount of precum that oozed from his baby maker.

Mack reached back and punched the man in the gut as hard as he could and Butch bent over in pain. Mack waited for him to catch his breath and as soon as the man regained his parade rest position he punched him in the stomach again. Butch moaned and it took him a bit longer to recover the second time. When he raised back up and resumed the position Mack noticed the wet spot had grown and so had the man's cock.

Mack reached back again for another punch only this time he aimed lower connecting directly with Butch's crotch. He felt the soft nuts give way to the power of his fist and felt too the firmness of the biker's erection. Mack was now rock hard as well.

Mack stepped in closer as Butch straightened back up readying himself for the next assault. In one quick motion belying his size Mack slipped his arms between Butch's arms and his torso pulling him in a close like a boxer's clench and raising his right knee with all his might he connected again with the biker's battered crotch.

The knee was Butch's immediate limit; as his own knees buckled he collapsed into Mack's massive chest, gritting his teeth and groaning a subdued growl as the pain washed over him in waves. He knew not to scream out and he knew not to pass out. He could take a lot of abuse before passing out and Mack so far had never fully reached that point with him. As he pushed his head into Mack's pec against the pain he could smell a slight hint of urine coming from his grimy wife beater. That too seemed to be a common theme about these events.

Mack pushed him back up onto his own legs too soon for Butch's comfort but he could stand on his own if only just. Mack gave a grunt and Butch new the next stage was upon him. He turned his back to Mack and proceeded to strip. It didn't take but a minute but when he was done he was naked except for wearing his boots and his colors. He turned to face his leader.

Butch's cock was hard and leaking but the shear length and thickness caused it to be so heavy as to not stand straight up. Instead it stuck out from his thick bush and slightly down. His massive, hairy balls hung lower than his cock's length and they were truly the largest nuts Mack had ever seen on a man. Mack grabbed the man's thick cock with his left hand and he grabbed his nut sack just above those large stones with his right hand; he pulled up and out with both hands stretching the two objects of his grip. Butch had no choice but to raise up on his toes to try and ease the pain. He never said a word though as he took the abuse that he hated to love.

From there the session was frantic, painful and devilishly abusive. Mack squeezed, stretched, punched, thumped and kicked at Butch with abandon and what seemed an endless amount of energy. Butch noted that his leader seemed more frustrated than normal, a bit more angry than usual on nights like this. He took it all because secretly he craved it, but something dark was at work emotionally in Mack this night.

After what seemed forever and just as Butch was about to cry out for him to stop, Mack ceased his assault. Both men were drenched in sweat from head to toe and it smelled like a locker room and sex in the confined space. Mack pulled his hard cock out of the zipper of his well worn, dirty jeans. His cock was a monster; thick, long and hard. It was what made him who he was. As a final act of anger he pushed Butch over the end arm of the couch, lined up his leaking sausage at the ex soldier's shitter and shoved it in to the hilt.

Butch had been fucked before by Mack, that wasn't new, but the anger, evidenced by no lube or at least some time to let the precum do its job, was. He felt his ass burn as the massive rod was pushed deep into his guts. He was sure he was being ripped in two. Mack didn't stop after hitting crotch to ass cheek. He pulled it all the way out causing Butch to groan in pain as much as he had at the entrance. Once out Mack was entering the ex-Ranger's ass again, and again it was a full, fast stroke to the hilt. After three or four more total withdrawals and plunges Mack settled into a frantic rhythm fucking Butch mercilessly. Butch thought about a time a while back when he watched Mack fuck that Bill character over in the next town for fucking the gang's initiates. He was so mad he saw red that night and he took it out on that man's big ass. Now he was doing to the same to him. After a few minutes of fucking Mack seemed to pick up speed and his rhythm was faltering too as he fucked in anger and lust. He then started punching Butch in the side just under the ribs in the meaty part of his waist. Butch suddenly was now concentrating on the punches and the pain in his side. The initial pain of the fuck had grown dull and he was responding in pleasure now to the assault on his prostate. But if Mack moved his punches slightly more to the back he would be hitting him in his kidneys, more forward and he would be cracking his ribs, and that he didn't want.

Even in his rage though Mack was precise with his punches. Butch would be sore and bruised for sure and probably would't be able to tolerate wearing a belt for a few days but Mack had to get this pent up anger out and Butch was the best punching bag and therapy he knew.

His hips and his swings were now on autopilot and he relished in his rage at the expense of this man's dignity. After a long while he stopped punching. He reached for the man's neck and pulled him up and into his body with one arm wrapped around him in a choke hold and the other around his waist griping his balls in his massive paw. He pulled back and squeezed putting pressure on Butch's neck and nuts all the while he was driving his cock up the man's hairy ass.

Just as Butch was about to pass out Mack pulled him back into himself hard and exploded his copious load in his shit hole. Mack held Butch there while wave after wave of his orgasm washed over him. He felt release and as each wave subsided he felt a bit less stressed and frustrated. As the last wave shot down his thighs like lightening he began to relax his hold on Butch. The big man took a deep breath, desperate and pained but he never lost his composure. Mack moved them just slightly to where Mack had his back against the wall next to them. Letting Butch go even more he was testing the man to see if he was able to stand and function on his own. When it was clear that he could Mack released his body totally and Butch bent over slightly taking his own weight back on his own legs. The only thing connecting them now was Mack's still hard cock buried in his ass. Butch raised up a bit, reached for his crotch, grabbed his cock in both hands and jacked it twice. On the third pull he shot his massive load across the floor in front of them. He moaned at the feeling of fullness he felt in his gut, the dull pain radiating from his nuts, stomach and sides and the release of his pent up load. This session was more intense than any previously and now that it was over it made him want to relive it.

Over the next week as Butch healed from the assault he would jack off each time he thought about the session or he felt the pain from his sides, his nuts or his stomach. He would squeeze his elbows against his bruises as he whacked at this cock and he blew load after thick, copious load reliving the ordeal. By the time he couldn't feel the bruises his cock was raw. It would take another two weeks for that to heal.

Chapter 29

Joe the mechanic had it pretty good he thought when he stopped to take stock of his life. He had a successful business that he was proud of and he dipped his dick more times in a week than most people did in a year. Like now. He was standing in back of the tool truck; the truck that traveled from auto shop to auto shop selling tools directly to mechanics. It was actually a great convenience for the men as they rarely had time to get out during regular business hours to purchase shop tools. You could buy just about anything from the tool man from wrenches to generators and everything in between. So, he was quite familiar with the tool truck and its driver-distributor. Right now Joe's pants were down around the tops of his work boots. It was hot even with the roll-top back door open and his fur was matted down every place visible. To the three guys standing outside looking in that meant they could see the mechanic's hairy ass and legs as he pumped his hard cock in and out of the driver's own hairy ass. The two fuckers were facing away from the three outside but they were familiar with the situation enough to know that the truck driver, Bobby, was bent over a new, in the box, rolling tool chest with his ass up and exposed to Joe. This was a pretty common thing every other Tuesday after all. Joe always got first tap and then the others were given their turn. Bobby provided tool service and `tool' service and because of this he was a very successful tool man.

This wasn't the only shop that got the extra service and discount but it was one of his favorites to service.

Today the only difference from the normal routine was that Bobby was extra horny for cock. He told Joe to give it to him hard and fast and line the boys up so there was no gap. He didn't want his ass to be left empty even for a minute. Last night he had fucked his wife mercilessly. During their foreplay he had finally convinced her, after 2 years of trying, to let him find her a bull for them to play with. He had a particular big, black man in mind, one that ran a repair shop on his route but that he had never had sex with. He could satisfy his wife, that wasn't the issue, but they had lost a bit of excitement in the bedroom. When it came to men Bobby was a bit submissive, around women he was always a bit shy. But he loved sex with both. Now it seemed he was going to be able to put the two together.

He didn't actually think that he would `do' anything with the black mechanic, but the fact that he would be in the same room watching the man fuck his wife and then be able to fuck her after was a huge turn on. So he kept imagining that scenario while Joe finished his fuck and nutted a copious amount of cum up his hairy ass. The next mechanic stepped up and buried himself balls deep assisted by the lube deposited there by Joe.

The other two members of Joe's staff took their turns to make a deposit, so before they conducted any actual business Bobby had four loads up his ass already.

It took another hour to survey the men's damaged tools, find appropriate replacements, sell them a few necessities and a few nice to haves. Each mechanic is responsible for the contents of their own tool boxes so this time is very personalized. Bobby knew from experience that mechanics were always more receptive to new sales after they shot their loads.

The last person he dealt with was Joe. After replacing a socket wrench and selling him a new pneumatic drill hose he finished his morning at Joe's shop by bending over Joe's desk for another fuck. Joe liked fucking Bobby. He was a man's man but he definitely liked it that Bobby was a bit submissive. After he fucked Bobby for a good 15 mins he had the man turn around and sit on his ass in front of Joe's desk. Joe then turned around and backed up, pressing his musky, hair ass onto Bobby's face. Bobby had never rimmed a man but he was just horned up enough today to do it. So he dove in with gusto and started lapping at Joe's asshole like he does his wife's pussy. Joe wriggled his ass up and down and back and forth all over Bobby's bearded, rugged face. He loved the feel of a tongue on his pucker and it seemed Bobby was enjoying this as much as he was.

While eating his ass Bobby was jacking his own impressive cock frantically and so hard that he was bouncing up and down on the floor. He started moaning and groaning sending sound and shock waves through Joe's ass. It felt real good and he knew he was going to cum soon. After a few more minutes of this rim action Joe turned around and shot a thick, creamy load of bright white cum all over Bobby's bearded face. The man lapped at the head of Joe's cock to get all he could. Joe grabbed him by the hair and lined up his cock head for one final shot and he shot it into Bobby's mouth covering his tongue.

Bobby closed his mouth savoring the taste as Joe wiped his wet cock head across Bobby's beard. Just then Bobby shot his first load of the day. The first shot actually hit Joe's hairy nut sack while the remainder soaked Bobby's dark work shirt.

It was just what he needed and he seemed to be able to relax a bit now. He took a few minutes in the shop's restroom to shit out the four loads of cum, clean up his mouth and face and change uniform shirts. He could still smell cum and ass in his beard and it made his cock chub up. He shook hands with Joe and his crew as he left knowing that he was leaving them satisfied. He'd be back in two weeks to repeat it all.

Chapter 30

I was back at Joe's auto shop. I needed my water pump replaced and while I could do it myself why miss an opportunity to see Joe and that cock of his. With the special discount I was sure it would be cheaper for him to do it than me anyway.

When I got there mid morning on a Friday Joe was in his office with another client. I could see a bit of movement behind the blinds and I could hear a bit of grunting, though surprisingly it wasn't very loud. I took in the small waiting area and realized that although it had been built many years before and looked like the walls were made of just old paneling, I could tell that it was very well insulated. Probably to keep the noise from the office and shop from disturbing the waiting customers. After waiting about 10 minutes Mrs. Sanders, my old high school math teacher came out of the office followed by Joe. Her hair was mussed and she was a bit unsteady on her feet. She glanced at me as she patted her hair down, smiled, said hello and then beelined it out the front door. Joe was grinning ear to ear as he took his position behind the counter and asked what he could do for me.

We squared our business away, it was only going to take about an hour as I had the parts with me. He gave it all to one of his workers, called to another one of his guys to meet us in his office and he stepped to the side to invite me in.

With him grinning at me with a bit of a smirk I felt my cock go from chub to hard as I stepped through the door into his office. He shut it behind him and as I turned to face him he simply said, `Suck my dirty dick and get all that pussy juice off it boy.' I dropped to my knees and started doing just that.

I didn't even notice that the mechanic he called out to had entered the office via the side door between it and the mechanic's bay. I had just about got all of Mrs. Sander's cunt taste off his cock shaft, balls and his bush when I noticed the big man standing next to me. What I noticed first was his steel toed work boots. They were worn and grimy and had to be size 13s. With Joe's cock still in my mouth, my eyes traveled up his dirty, oily work pants and eventually I saw the man in full, from my kneeling vantage point. He was big, barrel bodied, hairy with a full unkempt beard. I noticed that he must be bald under his sweaty cap; his beard just ended next to his ears. His hairy, thick forearms were covered in tatts. His oily shirt had his name stitched on it, `Tony'.

This man was the embodiment of a human bear. He looked rough and mean. Joe told me to stand up so I did. I held onto Joe's hard cock absentmindedly with my right hand as I turned to face the big mechanic. Joe introduced us. The man didn't flench when I shook his hand with my saliva and precum coated hand.

Tony was the newest member of Joe's crew, just started yesterday. So Joe was introducing him to some of his clients. My cock twitched at the thought of sucking this guy's dick. He just stared at me. Joe told me to unbutton Tony's work shirt. With sweaty hands and a racing heart I reached up and started doing just that.

As I got the third button undone I noticed he had on an undershirt. It was black instead the normal wife beater white. I kept going. Once I got to the final button before his shirt disappeared into his pants I had to take a second look.

His chest was well developed and he had a big beer belly. His torso was dark and densely covered in black fur and what I had mistaken for a black undershirt was in fact a black bra. This macho man was wearing a women's bra. It was stretched tight around his chest. I looked over at Joe who encouraged me to go ahead and drop his pants. As I started to do just that, Joe brushed by me and leaned into my ear, saying, `Tony likes to be fucked. Do him hard. The rougher the better.' With that he sat down in his desk chair and stroked his still hard cock while he watched us.

I dropped Tony's pants and I was surprised to find that he had on matching black panties. His cock was not too big and it was tied up with some rough looking twine and confined behind the silk crotch. I groped and pawed at his chest, tits and crotch a bit. He seemed to enjoy the attention as there was a low, guttural growl emanating from his chest. Otherwise his face was expressionless. I felt his cock get as hard as it could in its confines. It had to be uncomfortable though I thought. I reached around and felt his hard, silk covered ass cheeks. Finally I had enough of feeling up this big man, I pushed him over the top of the desk pulled those black panties to the side and pressed my thumb against the man's asshole. He twitched and my thumb slipped right in. It was moist and warm; he had to have been fucked recently I surmised. I didn't care though I was on auto pilot now. I pressed my hard cock head against his button and buried myself in a slow push until I felt his cheeks against my thighs.

I waited a minute while he moaned appreciation for my root and then I fucked the big, older, bear, mechanic senseless. I had him moaning and groaning and begging. I moved him around the room using the back of his black silk bra as a sort of horses bit to put him in various positions to make sure I got good and total penetration. We carried on until he seemed to be almost comatose with ecstasy. Eventually I couldn't keep the flood back and I blew my copious wad right up his ass. As I withdrew Joe stepped behind the mechanic and buried his cock in the warm wetness. He fucked him violently for about 4 strokes and then nutted his seed up the hairy ass as well.

I was going to enjoy this new addition to Joe's staff. The big man simply pulled up his Dickey's, straightened himself up and headed back to the mechanic's bay. I exchanged a bit of small talk with Joe and then proceeded to wait for my truck in the waiting room.

Chapter 31

I was laying on my stomach on the floor of the cabin. My face buried in the warm, sweaty, musky ass of Fire Chief MacIntire. I loved the way his hole tastes and when I pull back to get a look I love the way his big, low hanging, hairy nuts slap back and forth against Bill's taint. I reach down and cup them in one hand and start tongue bathing them while the Chief fucks Bill who is spread out on the floor of the cabin beneath him.

The Chief's camouflaged Carhart hunting pants are pulled down to the top of his right boot. He had pulled his left leg free of their confines when he got down on top of Bill to fuck him hard and deep against the cabin floor. His orange hunting vest was pulled up above his belly; up under his arm pits.

It was cool outside, necessitating layers to keep warm, but in here we had built up heat, steam and man smells to keep us cozy while we fucked around.

The Chief was moaning at my nut ministrations. With my free hand I reached up and pressed my thumb against his shit hole. It was loose and wet from my tongue bath so I pressed harder until it sunk to the first knuckle. The Chief arched his back at the invasion, threw his head back and moaned. He then started fucking Bill faster and deeper. Bill too was moaning and writhing under the older man's weight and fucking. I pressed my thumb all the way into the man's anus and started finger fucking him in alternative strokes to his own fucking of Bill.

I felt his nuts churn of their own accord in my hand and against my tongue and then the big, hairy Fire Chief was unloading his load up Bill's ass. I kept up my ministrations through his tremors and slowly released his nuts and pulled my thumb out as he began to relax, laying across Bill's hairy back.

They were both panting and catching their breath and after a minute the Chief rolled to his right. I watched as his thick cock slid out of my favorite fuck hole. I moved forward and buried my hard cock just as the Chief's dick head cleared Bill's anus ring.

It was moist with cum; warm, tight and velvety as always. I took two to three stokes and unloaded my pent up cum to add to the Chief's.

It was Friday night, the first night of hunting season and the whole crew was planning to be in attendance. Right now it was just the Chief, Bill and I and we thought we would get the party started before the others arrived. Just then we heard the crunch of leaves and gravel. There were at least two people approaching. The Chief kicked off his Carhart pants the rest of the way and stepped out into the cool evening air; pant-less, dick dripping and wearing his cammo hoody and hunting vest over it. Bill and I get up and exited the cabin too to see who had arrived. Bill was pulling up his cammo suspenders and I just pulled my pants up but didn't bother to button or zip them.

Sherif Holace Maning walked right up to the Chief, dropped his gear on the ground and fell to his knees. He slurped up the Chief's cock and swallowed it to the root. Tommy took the more traditional approach and greeted each of us and shook our hands. He staged his gear and returned to the group just as Holace moved to the Chiefs furry nuts. Tommy leaned over and swallowed the Chief's cock to the base.

"This is going to be a great hunting weekend boys!", the Chief announced to everyone and no one in particular. He told the Sherif and the junior fireman they would have to wait until later for his next load as he had just made a deposit in Bill's firm ass.

"Let's go inside and see if we can get you two off." he said and we all went inside the cabin.

It was a small cabin; just one room that served all purposes. There was a fireplace in the corner, a sink and countertop along one wall, a small couch, couple of chairs and a set of twin sized bunk beds long the other wall. That was it so with five of us in there it was a bit cramped. Fortunately we were all very familiar and the closeness served the purpose to get our dicks going.

To the outside world we were here to hunt and we fully intended to do so. In fact we would all be disappointed if we went home empty handed. But when we weren't planning on being in our deer blinds, we were planning on being in each other's pants. This was my first time to be invited to hunt with this crew. Tommy was the newest member before me. No one else was expected or invited and no one else had access to this hunting lease since the land belonged to the Chief. Out here we were totally isolated and free to do whatever we wanted.

Tommy and the Sherif each took turns fucking Bill. I licked nuts and asses along side the Chief. At one point I was again rimming the Chief as he fucked Tommy and Tommy fucked Bill. The Sherif was slogging my knob. Tommy finally came inside Bill and then the Sherif took his place in the burly man sandwich. It didn't take long to coax the Sherif's first load of the weekend out of his rigid dick.

We all rested a bit and decided that Tommy and the Chief would bunk in the RV leaving me, Bill and the Sherif to the cabin. As night fell we made a fire, cooked some diner, told a few stories and just generally spent time shooting the shit like any group of men on a weekend hunting trip.

Turns out the Chief was a special client of Joe's and so was the Sherif. Bill and Tommy didn't know the score but said they would now start going there for all their automotive needs. Neither the Chief nor the Sherif had met Joe's newest worker, Tony. I suggested they meet him on their next visit but I didn't tell them why.

We started to turn in after the conversation had settled down naturally. As the Chief and Tommy headed for the RV I heard the Chief say to him that he wanted to feel his cock up his ass tonight. Tommy heartily agreed as the door to the RV closed behind them.

I had decided a long time ago that I was going to please myself. Sex was sex and you get what you take, especially with men. Some men might say no to an advance and that was OK, I respected boundaries, but if you want something you go for it. If you wait for it to come to you you end up jacking off more often to the thought of it than the experience.

Sherif Holace was still sitting on a low chair by the fire. Bill got up and was headed towards the cabin. I got up, walked over to stand next to the Sherif.

"Bill," I said staring down at the Sherif who was now looking up at me, "I think we need to put the fire out. You got anything to help put out the fire?"

Bill stopped and looked back. I gave him a smirk and started undoing my pants. Bill started back to where the Sherif and I were.

I fished out my semi hard cock and turned towards the Sherif. I relaxed and a second later a strong, dark stream of piss shot forcefully from my cock hitting the Sherif squarely in the temple. He didn't miss a beat and turned his face into the stream. He opened his mouth and I re-aimed filling him up quickly. Bill was there now and he too had his cock out. He started pissing on the older man as well. We soaked him from to the top of his head and I used the last of my piss to soak his blue jean covered crotch. Bill shook the last of his load onto the man's tongue and we both turned toward the cabin.

"There will be plenty of that this weekend Sherif." I said over my shoulder. I noticed that he had stood up, shucked his piss soaked flannel shirt exposing his hairy muscular chest. The hair was matted down. He was looking down at his crotch and then I noticed he was pissing himself too. It was forming a dark stain down the left leg of his jeans.

Bill and I were inside now and I told him that I was going to sleep with him on the bottom bunk. He suggested we take the bunk beds down and place them side by side. That would give plenty of room for all three of us to sleep. So we started doing that. Holace came in few minutes later buck naked. He had stripped off his pissy clothes and rinsed in the outside shower. He was shivering a bit and went to the fireplace to stoke the fire.

Bill and I got naked too and we all three climbed into bed.

Chapter 32

Bill and I were laying side by side naked while the Sherif sucked my cock. Bill was waiting for me or the Sherif to fuck him but was taking in the scene in the mean time. He was hard as a rock too. The Sherif was a slut for cock and was a very talented cock sucker. He soon had me on edge. We wanted the night to last so I told Bill I was ready to fuck him for a while. He turned over exposing his large, firm hairy ass and I started by shoving two fingers in his moist hole. He moaned and fidgeted trying to get more of my fingers up in him.

The Sherif moved off my cock but held on to it, stroking it up an down. I turned towards Bill and raised myself above him in a push up position. The Sherif moved in between our legs and grabbed my cock from behind. I told him to guide it home and I let my hips approach Bill's willing backside. Hollace pulled my cock straight back and give it one final suck and lick leaving it slick and ready for action. With his other hand he pulled Bill's ass cheeks apart. I knew my target from plenty of practice and nudged my cock down against the moist hole. I could feel tremendous heat from Bill's pucker as the Sherif fitted my spongy cock head dead center. He gave a firm tug like he was milking me and let all my weight down driving quickly and smoothly into Bill's warm, velvety ass. The Sherif moved in as I planted my root and starting lathering and sucking on my nut sack. Bill and I moaned in pleasure as I bottomed out and held it there. I could feel his ass ring twitching. No matter how many times or how many cocks Bill took his ass was always tight and firm. He had the perfectly fuckable ass. I never tired of it and he never tired of being fucked.

"Here we go." I announced after our brief, pleasant pause, and I raised up and fucked down into him hard. The Sherif sat back and watched for the rear vantage point as Bill and I did what we do best...fuck. We rocked those beds to the point I thought they would give way and we would be on the floor for the rest of this trip. They held but not for lack of trying on our part. I fucked Bill while he lay on his stomach, I pulled him up onto all fours, turned him over on his back, and finally with both of us laying on our sides. I was really rocking my cock into Bill when I felt the tale tell tightness and I knew he was going to shoot his load.

I nodded to the Sherif and just as Bill exploded the Sherif grabbed the man's cock and slipped the head into his warm moist mouth. Bill's eyes shot open and he gasped as his orgasm erupted causing him to loose all sense of reality for those few seconds. He watched as the Sherif swallowed his whole load. The last blast Hollace pulled completely off and allowed it to hit his face, coating his mustache.

I fucked Bill through his orgasm and then let mine overcome me. The feeling of shooting into that tight, moist space was magnificent. Such a turn on to know you seeded a man's ass. I bucked through my massive unloading until I was totally drained. The Sherif grabbed Bill's thighs and torqued him over onto his stomach and freeing that ass from my cock. He then bent down to the wet, hairy, musky hole and started felching my load. Bill squirmed and moaned at the sensation and I watched in amazement as the Sherif tongue fucked Bill for my seed.

Soon he was done and when Bill turned back over onto his back his cock was rock hard again. Bill and I lay side by side as the Sherif then started to alternate suck and licking both of our cocks.

The Sherif was the first man to ever suck Bill's cock and it seemed from his reaction this was something he was going to start getting a lot more of. We both looked down over torsos and watched the lawman's head bob up and down and around our cocks working hard for our next load. It didn't take too long and he got what he wanted.

That night we all slept in a manly bundle keeping each other warm. Sometime during the night I had slipped my hard cock back up Bill's ass and that is where it was when we were roused by Tommy and the Fire Chief to get ready to head out to the tree stands for the morning hunt.

Chapter 33

It was a long time since I had been in this part of the county. I was going down a back road I think I had only been on once before. It was deserted out here and the road wasn't well maintained. It was slow going dodging all the potholes. This road seemed to be boarded by the backsides of some very large cattle ranches so there wasn't a house for miles. It was a bit twisty as well with lots of blind spots. I had crossed my second one-lane wooden bridge and entered an area that was very wooded all along the road. The shadows were cast in an almost solid pattern across the road. I rounded a corner and came to another creek crossing. The road here was a bit wider and there were wide shoulders and slopped off and down towards the creek.

Parked on right side of the road, on the shoulder and a fair bit off the road was a large white older dually pick-up. I noticed the `cowboy up' sticker on the back window and a PBR sticker as well. I pulled my truck off the road and pulled in behind the dually. I was sure I was lost and thought this cowboy is probably local and could help find my way back to the main road.

I could see that no one was in the truck so I got out and headed down towards the creek. Passing the truck I looked inside; Typical truck, bit of trash, dirty and dusty, skoal cans, some misc tools. Just a well used work truck. The keys were in the seat and the windows were down.

I called out, not too loud, as I passed the front bumper. I didn't want to startle anyone and get shot. There was no doubt in my mind the owner of this truck would be strapped, after all, I had my own 9mm just inside my boot top.

As I wound my way to the creek's edge I looked up and down for any sign of life and there under the bridge was the cowboy. He wore a well-used straw cowboy hat, had on a blue gingham shirt, wranglers and boots. He was dusty and looked like he just finished a long day of work on the ranch. He was sitting behind two fishing poles. He looked over, nodded his head in acknowledgement of my presence and I started my way towards him.

When I got a bit closer I could the man was probably in his early thirties. He had a thick mustache and was bigger than average in build. He was handsome in a rugged, working man way. I noticed the faded crease down the center of each leg of his wranglers and took a quick glance at this crotch as I raised my hand to wave slightly and shake his.

He had a big package. Could have been the way he was sitting, but it appeared to me that he was sporting more meat than the average man his size. I noticed in my quick glance that the zipper of his wranglers was not all the way up and his belt seemed to be a little loose.

We exchanged pleasantries and I explained where I was headed. He spoke in a thick accent and true to the cowboy stereotype he spoke slower than most folks. He didn't seem to be in a hurry for anything. He gave me directions that I had to ask for some clarification on. I matched his speaking tempo and generally felt relaxed around him although he was in essence a total stranger.

I wasn't ready to head back to my truck as I was hopeful to continue sneaking glances at the cowboy's crotch. So, I asked what he was up to and we started an easy conversation about his work day, the weather, etc. I took note of his well worn boots and hat and how the arms of his shirt seemed to bulge in all the right places. His hands were rough and when he absentmindedly brushed his hand down over his mustache I noticed how it practically covered his top lip.

He was definitely a ruggedly handsome man and I felt my cock chubbing up the longer I talked to him. I asked him about this fishing spot, and while he was talking I glanced again at his crotch. It seemed so full and thick so I did what a good man does when he wants to get at another man's cock; I squatted down low onto one knee. I was just below him on the rising bank of the creek so when I squatted it put me below his direct eye level. I sort of lowered my head ever so slightly as well and cocked it sideways a little to look him in the eye while he finished saying whatever he was saying. I had subtly communicated my submission to him with my position so now that I had his eyes directly in mine, I made a glance down to his crotch and then back up. I grunted assent to something he was saying and looked him in the eye again. He shifted a bit on his seat and seemed to raise himself up a little taller. It was an indication to me that whether he knew it or not he was acting out the dominate role here.

I asked another question and he started to answer, this time I looked at his crotch and lingered there for just a bit too long before looking back into his eyes. He asked me some question and this time in answer I said `yes sir' and I flicked my gaze to his package and back up again. I noticed a slight grin under his mustache and a bit of a twinkle in his eyes this time. I knew then that he knew the score. The ball was now in his court.

The rodeo cowboy seemed to pause a moment in thought like he was making sure what was going on here. Then he took charge. He stood up and stretched, pushing his crotch out as he arched his back flexing his tired muscles. When he brought his hands back to his body he hooked them in his front pants pockets and with his right had started slowly rubbing as much of his package as he could reach. Looking down at me, his eyes shaded by the brim of his worn hat, he he stepped to the side from behind his fishing pole and closer to me. I hadn't moved except my head as I watched him stretch and step to me. I looked him in they eye and then stared straight at where his cock was starting to show it's thickness. I purposed to not move my eyes as my final act of non-verbally telling him exactly what I was after.

He took one more step forward, his heavy boot crunching the gravel, and now my face was within inches of his jean clad baby maker. I licked my lips.

He reached for the back of my head and pulled me into his crotch. My cock twitched and I felt a wetness immediately after at his aggression. We had just met less than 5 minutes before and here he was man handling me into position to please him. Just what I hoped for and just what I needed.

I opened my mouth and exhaled into the denim. I could feel the shaft beneath as he moved my face around his package. He took a half step back, let go of my head and simply said, `Suck it.'.

And I did. I wasn't in a hurry but I wasn't taking my time either. I freed the stranger's cock from behind his big belt buckle and lowered his jeans to mid thigh. I reached around and felt his ass as I buried my face again in his crotch; this time of my own accord and this time, flesh to flesh. His ass was firm and hairy as were his thighs and stomach and anywhere else I could feel. His crotch was sweaty and musky but not unpleasant. It was hot with his lust and I wanted to ravage this cowboy in every sense of the word. His balls were big and hairy and they hung low. I love big, hairy low hangers and I started my ministrations there. He responded in appreciation as I took my liberty with his manhood. Eventually I made my way up his shaft from his dark, hairy bush. I took him whole in one plunge.

His cock was thick and long but not overly so on either account. The veins were throbbing against my tongue as I lapped at the underside while massaging the head with my throat. It was a good tasting cock and it was just the perfect size. Soon I was bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. I reached around and pulled his firm ass checks apart. I just wanted to feel up and down his ass crack. It too was hairy and moist with sweat and when I encountered his pucker he tensed up and squeezed my fingers between his vise like cheeks. There are two ways to a standing man's asshole from the position I was in so I freed my hands up and started rubbing his ass with one hand while pushing my way up under his balls and across his taint with the other. While there wasn't a lot room in there, by snaking out my index finger I got what I wanted. I could feel the moistness of his shitter at the tip of my finger. I kept sucking and lapping at the base, swirling my tongue across the head on the out stroke, trying to keep him focused on the sensation of my mouth and not the location of my finger. I pressed ever so slightly on his hole and that's when he noticed the position I had him in. He tensed again and squeezed his cheeks tight. They felt so good underneath my left hand. But from this position we were at a stalemate. I couldn't go any further and he couldn't keep me from being where I was. So I gave his hole a couple of purposeful presses just to let me know non-verbally that I wasn't there to invade, just there to explore.

I focused back on my sucking with my left hand now around the base of his hard cock. He too focused on that feeling and I felt him relax his ass. I didn't press any further letting him know I had gone as far as I was going to.

Now he decided to be more aggressive. So he leaned forward a bit, freeing his asshole from the tentative touch of my finger in the process. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started to slowly fuck my face. As he got more into the control side, he would move my head where he wanted and started really fucking my mouth like a pussy.

Chapter 34

I made a point to visit Joe's repair shop whenever I had anything to be repaired on my truck. It was a Thursday morning when I arrived, needing a regular oil change, and I noticed a Cintas truck in the side parking lot. I was familiar with the service, they sold and cleaned uniforms for service industry types. In this case they would come by weekly to pick up and drop off uniforms for the mechanics, sell them new replacements, etc.

When I went in to the lobby area no one was around but the door bell had sounded as it closed behind me. My eye was drawn to the closed blinds between the lobby and Joe's office. There was movement there but I couldn't make out what was going on of course. Regardless, my dick twitched. Having been here a few times now the likelihood that something sexual was happening in there was pretty high.

I looked into the work bay to my right and noticed a few of the mechanics busy working at the various stations. When I turned back I noticed the blinds move; someone had just peaked out to see who was in the lobby.

The door swung open and there stood Joe with his work pants around his thighs and his rock hard cock sticking up and out from his his full, dark bush. The pubs on his balls glistened as did the shaft of his cock. A drop of cum was slowly forming at his piss slit and began to drip in what seemed slow motion. I was brought back to reality when he told me to come inside if I wanted. He gave me a knowing grin and I stepped toward and through the door. He didn't wait for me and told me to close the door behind me.

He went back to his desk where there was a female in a Cintas uniform shirt laying on her back on top of his desk. She didn't have any thing on below her shirt and was holding her legs up from behind her knees. More interesting than the fact that Joe was clearly taking a dip in some young, wet cunt, was the fact that Tony, the big burly mechanic with the full beard, tattoos and an affinity for submissiveness and women's under garment's, was on his knees sitting such that his face was even with Joe's crotch and the woman's pussy. He had his own pants off and his work shirt was open revealing that he did not have on the bra and panties that he did at our first meeting.

Joe stepped up and buried himself balls deep in the cunt on his desk. she moaned and threw her head back against the desktop. Joe started fucking her non stop. Tony was on the opposite side of the fucking from me but I could see his face in the separation between thrusts as Joe threw the Cintas rep a hard fuck. His eyes were intently watching Joe's cock bury and resurface over and over. He had his left hand on his left tit, pinching it, and his right hand started working his cock frantically. Contrary to my first visit with him, when his cock was bound in twin, it was free, hard and longer than I expected it to be. Not comparable in length to Joe or even me, but respectable.

I just stood there and watched as Joe started reaching his climax. He must have been close when I entered the lobby. The girl was moaning loudly and he was grunting manly. Finally he thrusts a couple more times very violently, then pulled out quickly. Tony pressed his face forward. Joe grabbed the burly, biker mechanic by his dark head of hair and with a rough thrust shoved his pussy wet cock into the man's open mouth. He only pushed in once, pulled it out and steering the man's head with his left hand he grabbed his rigid dick with his right and stroked out a glistening, white rope of cum all over the man's face and beard.

There seemed to be pause, Joe grunted, Tony moaned and slid his tongue half way out of his mouth to catch the next volley and he wasn't to wait long. Just then Joe started blasting rope after rope of sticky jis all over the man's face, tongue, beard, everywhere. It was more come than I had ever seen come out of Joe and maybe anyone; he just didn't seem to stop and each shot seemed as forceful as the last.

The girl on her back on the desk caught my attention then as she had her head raised watching the action between her legs and was finger fucking herself through her own violent orgasm.

As Joe began to wind down he took a step back; I stepped forward and having already released my own hard dick, and slid right in to Tony's gaping, cum slick mouth. I buried myself to the base while I grabbed him by the hair like Joe but with both of my hands. I pulled him into my crotch and started moving his face around on my cock smothering his nose into my unkempt bush and his bearded chin against my low hanging, full nut sack. I was a mad man and had no intention of letting him off my cock until I had wipped all of Joe's cum from the man's face into my hairy, musky, sweaty crotch.

Tony began to gag, but I held him firm, moving his head from side to side. I could feel my cock head moving in the opposite direction against the back of his throat. I loved that sensation. The girl was still laying on the desk top and seemed to be renewed in her own masturbation by my actions.

Tony gagged again and coughed violently around my dick. He didn't try to pull off of my dick though. I pulled his head around using his hair like reins on a horse. I was certain now that I had mixed Joe's cum all through my hairy crotch so I pulled him forcefully into it one more time burying my cock even deeper, and I held still. He coughed and gagged again and the reflexive throat muscle gripped the spongy head of my cock; I shot my 3 day load right then, directly down the throat of the burly mechanic.

I shot through 4 violent tremors and my legs went week. I let go of Tony's hair with my left and reached for the desk for support. He took the opportunity to pull his head off my cock and took a gaping, raspy breath. It was then I noticed that he had started to turn a bit blue as the color quickly returned to his lips. My cock twitched and a large glob of cock snot bellowed forth. Before it could drop off the head of my cock Tony lurched forward and buried it to the hilt again. He started moving his head from side to side and up and down, just like I did when I pulled on his hair, rubbing the head of my dick agains the velvety wetness of his cum soaked throat.

The head of my cock was now supper sensitive but I resisted the urge to pull out, instead reveling in the sensation as it shot electric currents up and down my legs keeping me week kneed.

Joe stepped up behind me and wrapped his burly arms up under my arm pits to keep me from falling. I could feel his still wet hard cock push between my ass cheeks. He was probing my shitter, it was just the natural place for that monster to go given our position.

After a minute I was stable on my own and Joe introduced me to the cunt on the desk. She sat up and shook my hand. it was sticky with her own cunt juice. In that motion she stood up and now her pussy was level with Tony's head. She grabbed him by the hair as I had and pulled him into her cunt. She moaned and Tony moaned louder. Joe and I stepped back giving them room and I could see Tony's jaw moving rapidly as he ate her out. She started twitching in orgasm while she held his head to her crotch. I don't think Tony could breath with his nose pushed up into her cunt like it was. After a view shakes of her climax she pulled his head back and pushed him down on the office floor onto his back. She was now straddling him and Tony watched her cunt intently not sure what she was going to do next. He licked his moist lips and moaned again almost daring her to sit on his face. He was still stroking his cock with his right hand and was now pulling painfully on his big balls with his left.

The Cintas girl squatted over his crotch and then sat on his rock hard dick. Tony moved his hands to her hips as she took all of his thick length in one sit. She threw her head back in ecstasy and Tony grunted out a guttural bear-like growl. She seemed to immediately go into another violent orgasm as Tony started fucking up into her bouncing her up off his crotch and letting gravity sit her back down on it.

It didn't take long and he was cumin inside her moist twat. He shook his head involuntarily left and right as her cunt clamped down on his dick and the two of them rolled through the tremors of their respective orgasms.

After a minute they calmed down a bit, still breathing hard and glistening with a sheen of sex sweat. The whole office smelled of sex and musk and pheromones. The Cintas girl then started moving up Tony's barrel-thick hairy chest freeing her cunt from his member. She crawled forward until her pussy was over the man's cum and pussy slick face and pressed her puffy pussy lips right down onto Tony's bearded lips. I watched once again as his jaw started to working lapping at her cunt, sucking and tonguing it trying to get all of his sperm from inside of her.

It was an intense time for all involved and we soon were recovered and resting in the office. Joe had ordered one of the younger mechanics to start on my truck by just calling through the cracked door. Meanwhile we all got dressed and put back together talked about how we should do it again sometime, etc. Joe and the girl finalized their business transaction and she headed towards the door to leave. Tony was about to leave as the door closed behind her when Joe told him to come back to the desk, drop his pants and bend over the desk. He let go of the door knob leading to the mechanic's bay where he was about to head back to work and turned with a growl and twinkle in his eye. By the time he took the 4 steps from the door to the desk his pants were at his ankles and his cock was hard again. He bent forward over the desk and reached back spreading his massive furry ass cheeks apart. Joe give me a nod and I fell in behind Tony and buried my face in his musky ass. It was hot and sweaty and smelled of cum, pussy and ass. It was intoxicating and I couldn't get enough of it. After lapping and stabbing it with my tongue for over 5 minutes I stood up and fucked the mechanic up the ass just like I had the first time I met him. After I blew my second load, Tony stepped up and did the same. This fucker was good to go for a fuck any time it seemed and liked it rough.

Joe didn't let Tony cum again but instead sent him back to the work bay with his pants tented in the front and a wet spot forming in the ass end. Joe smiled a wicked little grin as the door shut behind the biker mechanic and he turned his attention to me. I very much liked coming to Joe's and thought that I should really get to know Tony outside of this place. He seemed like a good man to have around to fuck. He was submissive but not effeminate. He clearly loved having his ass plowed like Bill though I would never characterize Bill as submissive. Bill doesn't turn down a fuck but he's not deferential like Tony. Tony was a turn on for that and other reasons. The man oozed masculinity even in his submissiveness if that were possible. You knew he could beat the shit out of you with his massive frame and arms and you could tell he had been in his fair share of fights. His tattoos told a story of a rough, manly, take no shit from anyone sort of life but order him to suck your dick and the man drops to his knees. He was a mystery and turn on and I caught myself watching him through the bay window's blinds as he worked on an old diesel engine Ford pickup in the bay next to the office while I waited for my truck. Joe and I made idle talk while he worked on some paperwork.

I left when my truck was ready but watching Tony work had got my cock hard again. I headed over to Bill's to see if he was home yet from the landscaping job he had to do for his brother down at the bank.

As I pulled into his apartment complex my cock hardened more; his truck was there so I knew he would be inside.

Chapter 35

I was headed to my parent's for dinner a few days after I had my oil changed at Joe's. I was coming from a town over and was on a seldom used set of back roads that wound there way through that part of the county. I would cut off about 20 mins on my drive and I was idly listening to some music and not in a rush. I rounded a corner and came to an intersection. On the corner was a power junction and there was a power company field truck parked next to the fence surrounding the substation. The driver door was opened and the lineman was sitting inside apparently working on some paperwork on the clipboard he held. The man was wearing faded jeans, a power company uniform shirt and some dusty, well-worn work boots. He had a dark mustache and I noticed he was wearing his hard hat. I noticed too the furry forearms as he wrote. I took all that in during the few seconds it took me to come to a stop at the four way intersection. I continued to look his way through my open truck window and was just sort of enjoying the view.

I looked up and saw a couple of cars headed my way via the cross street. I could go, but decided to wait and instead get another look at the lineman. When I gazed back over, he was setting his clipboard on his passenger seat and turned to look my way. He looked right at me and I him. In a fluid motion he was sliding out of the front seat. He was average in height and carried a few extra pounds. He wore that thickness in all the right places in my estimation. I was still waiting on those cars to pass. He moved around the front of his truck and kept my gaze until he had to turn his back fully to me.

I looked down; he had a skoal ring on his back right pocket and he was wearing wranglers that fit his very firm ass as tight as a glove. I noticed how the center ass-seam moved down and disappeared between and under his ass leaving a valley there that hinted just how round and firm that ass of his was. My cock twitched.

He was headed for the fence gate to the substation and as he cleared the front of his work truck I looked up to his face. He was looking right at me. He sneered a bit, causing his mustache to raise up on one side slightly. He had caught me checking out his ass.

The cars crossed. He glanced that way at the noise and then turned and walked through the gate towards the squat building. I watched his ass until he disappeared through the substation door.

I checked the cross traffic and reluctantly drove through the intersection. I couldn't get that bluejeans covered ass valley out of my mind. Those well worn jeans, tan work boots with the worn heals from his casual gait. His furry arms and how he filled out that work shirt. That bushy mustache and the white hardhat rounded out that image and my cock was now full on hard. It hadn't had a release in a few days and I knew I was going to enjoy manhandling it once I got to parent's house. I had jacked off so many times in my bedroom, the bathroom, the shed, behind the back fencing, you name it, if it was private or even semi-private I had pulled my pud there. I had truly seeded that place and marked it as my own. So where would I relieve myself thinking about the manly lineman?

I had just about decided that laying on my back on my bed with my jeans around my knees would be perfect. Quick, easy and relaxing. Then I thought, what the fuck, and I pulled into a dusty side road and turned around heading back to the intersection.

I pulled up to the intersection and looked left across the roadway at the squat substation building. There, standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame was the masculine lineman. My dick got my attention again and made me realize how cramped it was in my own wranglers. He was looking across right at me while he was putting a pinch of skoal along his lower lip. He finished that, dusted off his fingers and spit the brown juice onto the dusty ground while he reached back putting the can of skoal in his right back pocket. He then straightened himself up and with his right hand grabbed and adjusted his package all while still holding my gaze. He then stepped back into the darkness of the substation building.

I knew it was on then, but I would still have to play it cool in case I totally misread the situation. I started across the intersection and stopped suddenly as a truck crossed in front of me. I shook my head trying to get my thoughts straight while my cock urged me to hurry.

I crossed the road and parked opposite of his truck. My cover story was that I was lost and needed directions if this turned out to be something other than what I thought. My heart was racing as I walked across the road and stepped past his truck. My brain was warring with my crotch telling me I should turn back and just go jack off. But my dick had other plans. It wanted in that ass, if it couldn't get in there it wanted to unload on those boots while I sucked this lineman's prick.

I walked up to the door and stepped into the shadow. The inside was lite by a single overhead florescent fixture and as my eyes began to adjust from the brightness of the outside sun I found the lineman leaning against a waist high, narrow worktable to my left.

Ready with my cover story, I was about to ask for directions, but before I could get the words formed he again reached down and adjusted his considerable package. I waited a heartbeat, after all, he wasn't expecting my presence then he would ask me what I was doing there. He didn't say anything, so I kept silent myself. Keeping my eyes on his face, taking in the mustache, eyes, furry brow, and strong jaw line, I slowly walked over to him, my boots making the familiar scraping sound in the light layer of sand on the bare concrete floor. I stepped in front of him. He lifted an as unseen until then cup and spit into it. He never said a word but he was watching me intently. I dropped my eyes to his crotch making sure he knew what I was looking at. He shifted his weight and again adjusted his crotch. I left my gaze there a few seconds longer and then looked back up at his face. He spit into the cup again and then just smirked like he had before, raising one side of his full, dark mustache on one side.

I dropped to my knees and reached for his belt buckle.

He reacted by moving his booted feet apart to balance himself while I quickly worked his buckle and button fly. I was pleasantly surprised to find him not wearing any underwear so as I unbuttoned each button it revealed more and more of his full, dark, curly bush. Once I got down far enough to see the base of his cock flesh I reached up and pulled his uniform shirt out of his waist. Now I had a clear shot to this man's most intimate areas. I looked up at his face and he was again spitting into his make shift spittoon. He smirked again so I took that as approval to proceed.

I grabbed the waist band of his wranglers, leaned my face into the V of his exposed fly and gave them a tug downwards. As they began to peel off of his hips I started inhaling his musky, manly, sweaty crotch. It was strong and heady and made my mouth water and my dick to leak. I felt the heat from the root of his cock on my chin and as I pulled those tight jeans further more of his member was exposed.

Turns out this masculine lineman was packing a very thick, just over average length, uncut baby maker. It was chubbed up but not fully erect and hung out and over a set of man sized, hairy balls. Having pull those jeans down to the tops of his work boots and grabbed those nuts with one hand, I grabbed the base of his shaft with the other. He moaned at my touch, the first noise from him. He was thick and and I couldn't touch my fingers to my thumbs. I gave both his root and his nuts a good hearty squeeze and began tugging down on his balls and out on his shaft. I watched as his dick got firmer and longer and the hood began to pull back revealing a slick, red head and extra long piss slit. I pulled back skinning the hood fully below the crown. He clearly kept himself clean but there was no mistaking that unique smell of a hooded cock that's been confined in a sweaty crotch on a warm summer's day.

While kneading his ball sack I aimed that cock right at my lips, opened up and slide my face forward. I went as far down as I could making sure my lips and warm mouth slid the entire length. He moaned again and rocked back on his heels a bit. I held his shaft skin in place as I withdrew so his cock head could feel my tongue on the exit. I stopped at the tip and nursed on it for a while snaking my tongue in his piss hole and around and under the crown. He was moaning non-stop now and encouraging me with little grunts but never really saying anything. After a few minutes of crotch bathing he put his hands firmly on the back of my head and became a very active participant in this mid-afternoon blow job.

He started fucking my face in a steady and firm rhythm pushing that dick to the back of my throat and then some. I kept up with him, massaging and pulling on those magnificent nuts, working his shaft and head with my tongue and throat. When I could tell he was getting close I pulled free with considerable effort as he clearly wanted to finish. Before I had a chance to complain though I dove for the base of his saliva slick cock and started lapping at the area where it connects to his balls. He moaned a bit louder as his freed cock began to bounce around on my cheek. I started lapping at his nuts now really slicking them up and working them front, back and sideways with my tongue and hands. I slipped them one at a time into my mouth and rolled them around there for a while. He was shaking now and really moaning. Clearly this was either new to him or something that he really found pleasurable. I concluded it was probably both.

After a few minutes he began to jack off while I worked his sack. I bent down further and started really lapping underneath them letting the hairy scrot rest on my face. I nuzzled under there and lapped everywhere. He bent his knees a bit allowing me more access. His whole crotch tasted sweet and salty with his sweat and I wanted it all. I kept pushing further under his crotch using my tongue to get to as much of his taint as I could in this position. He was still moaning, jacking his cock and was now pulling on his nuts with his other hand.

My head was almost now fully turned over and I was turning my torso more and more to get my tongue on that taint. He was sort of bouncing up and down at the knees and every time he squatted a little it allowed me to push my head under there a bit further. Finally, I turned over onto my back and reached for the tops of his thighs. As I settled my head into his crumpled up wranglers I pulled him down into a full squat. As his taint approached my fully upturned face I started lapping and licking like a thirsty dog drinking long needed water. He moaned and groaned and grunted as I did so and continued to jack himself.

From this position my nose was a scant distance from his asshole and I could smell its sweaty musky aroma now directly. It was incredible. He was clean but there is no mistaking where shit exits a man. There is something masculine about that combination of smells and I now had to taste this man's most intimate of organs. I shifted slightly and licked right across his brown eye. He yipped and cried out `Holy shit!'. I did it again and then pulled down on his firm thighs to make sure he knew I wanted him to sit on my face. He recovered from the shock immediately and did just that.

I lapped, licked and probed his dark hole. He was covered in that dark hair even here and I loved the texture and taste of it all. At each probe the lineman would moan and soon he began to force his ass downward onto my face and tongue. He was clearly into this; his asshole was twitching and quivering like stimulated pussy lips. I felt his jerking quicken and it wasn't too much longer before he started moaning more urgently. I knew he would be exploding soon.

I began to moan myself, sort of motor boating his ass lips while I probed and lapped. That sent him over the edge and he started to spasm and jerk in the throws of his orgasm. I couldn't see anything but I felt his asshole tighten up, his ass cheeks clinch and I could feel the thick ropes of his cum as they landed across my crotch, lower stomach and chest. I was still fully clothed and soon felt as the viscous liquid began to seep though to my skin. It was warm and sticky and I was in heaven.

He was coming down off his orgasm now and the spasms were taking longer between them. Then he froze in place and once again said, "Holy shit.". Only this time I could tell by the tone something was wrong. Then I heard, "Well, what the fuck Brett?" from a new voice near the door.

I wiggled my way out from under this man's ass as he scrambled to stand up and raise his jeans. There in the door way framed by the outside light was a heavyset older man in a power company uniform shirt. He had dark gray hair and full go-tee, wearing a similar white hard hat, jeans and work boots. We were caught! Brett continued to scramble getting himself back together behind me and as the kinky cocksucker I am I looked a this new man's crotch. He was clearly sporting a long, fat cock that was straining against the right pant leg of his jeans. When I looked back up he had a familiar smirk on his face. He stepped forward and absentmindedly closed the door with his left hand while reaching for his belt buckle with the other.

Brett quit moving behind me as the older lineman approached. I stayed where I was on the floor. By the time he crossed the short distance to Brett and I the man had unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped. He stepped right behind me where Brett just was and pushed his jeans down to the tops of his boots.

"Assume the position ass eater." he said to me. So, I leaned back, putting my head on the top of his rumpled jeans. He squatted just as Brett had until I was face to ass. This man was either a quick learner or had done this before. I tentatively probed with my tongue as he settled in. He sighed and moaned and said something about it being a long time since he had his ass eaten. He wiggled his fat ass from side to side getting my chin, nose and mouth up in there as far as he could. He pulled his ass cheeks apart so he could fully squat on my face.

He was hairy as well and was clearly brown haired before turning gray. He smelt of sweat and man and so I dove in with full enthusiasm. He grabbed his own cock and started jacking off while forcing his ass onto my face.

After getting this lineman's hole twitching and moist he told me to get up. So we maneuvered until I was free from underneath him and he was standing up. I looked over at Brett who had left his wranglers at half mast and was slowly stroking as he watched his colleague enjoy my tongue. He looked at me with that smirk and reached for his spit cup. The older man turned around and leaned over the table exposing is ass mass and he told me to get in there and keep tongue fucking his ass. He was commanding and controlling this situation without being demanding. You just wanted to obey because you knew he was a man accustomed to telling men what to do.

So I pulled those heavy ass mounds apart and dove in again.

I reached between his legs and grabbed his hard, thick shaft and began tugging on it as I lapped at his sphincter. He moaned his pleasure. After a few more mins of this he turned around and fed me his long, veiny rod. It was slick with precum. He motioned Brett to step up next to him and then I had both cocks aimed at my maw. I was in cock heaven. These two dicks were thick, hard and dripping; eager to blow.

I wrapped a hand around the tops of each nut sack so that I could tug and pull and control where those dicks were pointed. I alternated between the two and got them thoroughly juicy. I could tell they were getting close so I sped up the pace and increased the suction. I moaned and they moaned; they were about to blow. I kept at it and could feel their nuts pulling up into my clenched hands. Brett was the first to nut and it happened just as I got him fully throated after coming off the bosses cock. His thick load splashed against the back of my throat and filled my mouth instantly. I started swallowing and moaning more as his juice was some of the best tasting I had ever had. The other lineman moaned and thrust his cock towards me stabbing my cheek. I pulled off Brett and swallowed the older man to the root. It took two swallows and lapping my tongue across the underside of his tool and he started blowing his load. His copious load was equal to if not more than Brett's and the taste was all man.

I came off of his cock with my mouth after having got the major blasts and grabbed each thick cock in my hands and started jacking them across my face. Brett had a few more tremors that sent cum across my face and the other lineman forced another thick gob out as well. My face was covered and my mouth filled. It was a good day.

As the two man calmed down I took the liberty to clean off their cocks before they stuffed them away in their wranglers. I left with their cum drying on my face. I was going to have to go into the house through the garage door so my mother wouldn't notice.

Chapter 36

A few weeks later I was in town and had driven by Joe's repair shop. It was past closing time and the only vehicle in the lot was a Harley Davidson Softail classic. As I approached, Tony the mechanic came out of the office door and locked it. He walked up to the HD and was preparing to get on when I pulled up next to him.

He stepped up to my truck window. He smelled of a long day in the shop. His beard seemed exceptionally unruly and there was a light sheen of sweat across his bald head. The older biker mechanic recognized me and asked how I was. I simply reached out and ran the edge of my pointer finger across his bald head scraping the sweat and grim up. I then went to stick my sweat covered finger in his mouth as I stared him in they eyes. As my finger approached his lips his eyes narrowed a bit and ever so slowly he opened his thick lips and accepted my finger. He wrapped his talented tongue around my finger and gave an almost imperceptible moan.

With my finger still in his mouth and him nursing it ever so slightly, I told him I wanted to fuck him. He moaned. I withdrew my finger and he made sure there was no excess spit on it as I withdrew. My cock twitched.

He told me that he was supposed to meet up with his biker buds to hang out but that my plan was much more interesting. He said that he was extra horny as Joe had been out on vacation for the last couple of weeks and so he wasn't getting his regular pounding. Evidently this man didn't play around with many others and Joe was his primary source of dick in the area.

So we agreed I would follow him to his house.

We traveled to the working class side of town and pulled into a house that could have used some upkeep. It looked like most houses on the same block; each older and in need of work. There were people hanging out in their yards, some with grill's going, all with beer in hand. Tony's house was at the end of the row. There was no house to the right and the house to the left was boarded up. It was dusk and the street lights, at least those that worked, were just coming on.

I followed him through the side door under the car port. There was an older mustang parked there with a sheet of dust that said it hadn't seen the road in months. We entered into the kitchen. It was run down and unkempt. Exactly what you would expect of a middle aged biker's place I guess. He opened the fridge, which from my limited view contained a container with a little milk, a block of dried out cheese and beer. He pitched a beer to me and grabbed one for himself and headed for the living room around the corner.

As I followed behind I was caught up in watching his thick, juicy ass move side to side in his work Dickeys. I looked up and sitting on the couch watching TV was a young man, probably about 17-18, certainly high school aged anyway. The two exchanged words. The boy was waiting on his mother to pick him up for the weekend I found out as Tony plopped down into his recliner. The boy, Tony Jr., said she would be there any minute. The living room was just as unkempt as the kitchen. It didn't seem to bother either of them and who was I to care how they kept house. Tony reclined in his chair putting his booted feet up in the process. Tony Jr., without any prompting, got up and started taking his dad's boots off his big sweaty feet. He put the boots down beside Tony's recliner and then proceeded to remove his daddy's sweaty, stinky socks one by one.

Tony Jr. reached down and picked up his dad's work boots and put one of the socks in one of the boots. He started around the chair towards the hallway and made motions as if he was going to stuff the other sock into the other boot. When he cleared the back of the recliner so his dad couldn't see him any longer and he was at a point in the hall that he assumed was out of my sight, he brought that sweaty sock up to his nose and inhaled. He disappeared then down the hallway. I could now smell Tony's ripe feet myself. If that smell was concentrated in those socks Tony Jr. would be smelling that funk for the whole weekend, I thought.

Tony took no notice. I however, noted that I might have to visit with this kid sometime in the future. Jr. wasn't gone more than a couple of minutes when there was a honk outside. Tony yelled for Jr. that his mom was there and to hurry up. A few seconds later Jr. came out of the hallway and headed for the door. He was moving quickly but not quick enough to hide his tented cargo shorts from me. He said his good byes as he pulled up his backpack and was out the door in no time.

I waited till I heard the vehicle outside drive off and I turned and smirked at Tony. He was laying all the way back in his recliner so that he was horizontal to the floor. He was sort of stretching his fat toes around and moving his feet, stretching them. I looked through his feet up to his masculine, full beard. He had both hands behind his head so I could see the sweat stained pits of his work shirt. I looked him in the eye. He had been watching me intently. There seemed to be a challenge there and a some resolution as well. I continued my stare for another full minute, an eternity, until at last, he diverted his eyes down. That was what I was waiting for. He was fully mine now.

I got up and approached the side of the recliner the height of which made his up stretched arms and torso about mid thigh high to me. Standing this close I got a better appreciation for his after work aroma. He was ripe. It was sweat, grim, oil, diesel, and feet. My chubbed up cock got harder the longer I stood there taking in his scent.

I took in his naked feet, his thick thighs, bulging crotch and thick torso. Every where skin was exposed it was covered in thick black hair, from the tops of his feet to his thick fore arms. There was ample pubes escaping his exposed armpit area of his shirt. My mouth watered and my dick twitched. His beard was full and wild, his lips full and puffy, just right for sucking dick.

His nose was thick with a little bulb tip; his nostrils were flared with the heat of the moment. I took in his bald, sweat covered head, and thick ears. Finally I was once again looking him in the eye. He knew his place as his eyes were downcast and locked on my crotch. He didn't challenge me again. His lashes were thick, longer than average and black as night. His eyes were dark green and I could see gold flake mixed in. I wanted this man in a bad way. But I didn't just want him, I wanted to dominate him. This man who was nearly twice my age, masculine, mechanic, biker; and now, my fuck toy.

I told him to turn over. He complied immediately. It was an uncomfortable position so he had to keep his ass pushed up a bit. Exactly what I wanted. His ass was big and thick like the rest of him. His work shirt was untucked and had ridden up slightly when he turned over exposing the small of his back. It had a nice, thick treasure trail. The hair was black and shiny and seemed to glisten in fact. I had seen this man naked before and he was no stranger to sucking my dick and getting fucked by me, but this was different. Joe wasn't around. No pussy's distracting our activity.

I reached out and grabbed a hand full of that ass. I squeezed and rubbed across it. There was a heat radiating from his backside and my cock twitched again. There as a small tear in the work pants near the seam. It was just big enough to show some skin. Tony wasn't wearing any underwear today. All the better for me.

I told him to sit the recliner back up and to get on the chair on his knees facing the back of the chair and to push that ass out for me. As he did so I got in behind him and rubbed my jeans covered cock across his fine ass.

In a flash of fiendish inspiration I told Tony to get up on the arms of the chair, on his knees. This had the effect of raising his ass higher and separating his knees. He complied and before he got fully settled I stepped back, brought my booted size 11 up and kicked him between the legs. I made sure that the tops of my Ariat caught him in the nuts. The man jumped and grunted loudly, clearly not expecting the ball busting kick. He hugged the back of the recliner so tight I heard the wood creak but his knees didn't come off the chair's arms. His toes were crunched up in the pain of the moment and he was no breathing heavily.

I waited another 5 seconds and then kicked him in balls again. He again, grunted loudly and he started shaking as the pain wracked through him. He started to turn his head from side to side seemingly involuntarily as he tried with all of his will to hold his position. I had to admit I was impressed. I didn't discuss any of this with him, he could not have known where this was going; in fact I didn't know where this was going when I first pulled into the shop's lot earlier in the evening. He knew his role in this and seemed committed. I kicked him again, this time harder.

A long, loud growl escaped from deep in his chest. He squeezed the back of the chair tighter, his thighs were shaking uncontrollably and the whole chair was shaking with his pain. He started breathing deeply and labored almost like a women giving birth; trying to regain control of his breathing and body. Suddenly he was humping back and forth violently and I realized that he was having a massive orgasm. From this motion his work pants split vertically up and down the seam from the point of the small rip that was already there. His sweaty, hairy ass crack was now exposed. The hair thick and dark especially at his asshole.

I dropped to my knees grabbed the big man around the waist in a bear hug burying my face in that musty crack. I lapped at that crack tasting his manliness and musk. His sweat was salty and I sought out all of it I could get. I then drove my tongue at his anus and started tonguing that hole like it was a pussy. He was pushing his ass out even more, trying to fuck back onto my tongue all the while moaning and grunting.

I jumped up pushed down my jeans and slid my cock nuts deep in his ass. I fucked in 3 or 4 times, long dicking him, then stepped back and kicked him in the balls again. This time he grunted loudly and there was a bit of a high pitched noise, then he buried his face into the back of the chair. Seemingly before my boot rested on the floor, I was balls deep in his ass again. As he writhed in pain from my kick, his ass squeezed hard on my shaft with every jolt. It felt awesome. In another flash of inspiration, I grabbed the sides of his ripped work pants and ripped them farther apart. I reached between his sweaty, hairy ass cheeks and under my own nuts and found his thick ball sack. I grabbed them gently around the base cognizant of their recent trauma. I held them gently while keeping my cock buried. I waited a few minutes until he calmed down again. He was dripping with sweat now and the back of his work shirt was wet. After a while he began to relax. His anal ring was still flexing but I could see his arm muscles relax. He raised his head up finally but was still panting deeply from the experience.

I didn't say anything and neither did he. I could feel his cum now on my hand, he must have blown a huge load. I could now smell it as well. I inhaled deeply, taking in the pheromones. I grunted myself, growled a little, and then slowly started fucking him. Each time I was root deep I would shift my hips from side to side. I loved the feel of stretching his colon and he seemed to be enjoying the sensation too.

Then I squeezed his nuts, hard. He arched his back suddenly at the intense pain and I felt his ass ring clamp down on my cock. I loved it. While it was so tight I fucked him in and out and that was all it took; I started unloading up his ass. We fell into an immediate rhythm such that with each squeeze of his ass I would shoot. It was intense for both of us. After the fifth shot up his juicy ass I let go his balls and collapsed onto his sweaty back heaving with the intense orgasm. We stayed like that for a few minutes both of us trying to catch our breaths.

Once I felt like I could move without falling down, I slid out of his ass, my dick still hard, and went back to eating out his used ass. I loved the taste of my own cum as the copious amounts flowed from his hole. I reached between his legs for his cock, it too was hard and wet with cum. I stroked him as I lapped up my cum. Finally, I had him sit down properly in his chair. I undid his belt and pants and sucked his short, fat cock. I cleaned up all his cum, it was salty and musky and tasted great. I sucked him until he unloaded another load.

Still hard from the situation and the taste of his cum I switched places with him and had him suck me until I shot my second load across his face and beard.

The whole session was intense and extremely pleasurable. Sexually I was temporally sated, but my mind was racing with this new found excitement I got from dominating this burly biker mechanic. While I was calming down still sitting in the recliner he remained sitting on the floor between my legs, his head resting on my thigh with his head close enough to my crotch that he could lap out with his tongue and taste my cock and balls. Which he was doing on occasion. He seemed content to be there mewling over my junk, and I liked having him there. I got the distinct impression that he would do anything I told him to do; that he was a total submissive.

As my body relaxed I let go with a hearty fart. He inhaled and moaned. I smirked and my dick started firming up.

Chapter 37

I determined to test my new found fetish limits with this mechanic who was twice my age, so I stayed that weekend at his house since his son was gone to his ex-wife's for the weekend.

We both stripped off so that all we had on was our boxers. We ordered pizza and broke out a six pack of beer. The pizza delivery kid seemed shocked by having the door answered by a middle-aged practically naked bear of a man. After resting a couple hours and having some pizza and more beer, I was ready to go again. I need to piss so I ordered Tony to the bathroom. I had him kneel next to the toilet and place his head sideways on the seat. I then pissed in the bowl. I kept the stream as close to his face as I could get it without actually pissing on him. Of course there was some over-spray landing on his face. He seemed to anticipate that I was going to piss on him or in his mouth. He sort of kept his lips parted a little and I could see the tip of his tongue. He was telling me he wanted my piss without trying to appear too eager. I was content to let him want it without satisfying his need. As I finished I had him get up and clean off my cock so that he got some piss drops. He moaned a little as he tasted my urine.

I order him off my cock and into his bed room. It was a typical unmarried man's room. It smelt of sweat and BO, not gross, just not freshly clean either. It was generally unkempt with cloths strewn over the floor and furniture. Empty beer cans on the night stand and dimly lit. I had him stand in the middle of the room with his head lowered and his hands clasped behind his back, feet shoulder width apart, while I rummaged through his closet and drawers looking for anything I could use as restraints. Not finding anything of real use I left him in that position and went to the garage. There I found some rough rope and duct tape. I found some pieces of wood of various lengths and thickness and thought they might be of use too.

I returned to the bedroom to find him exactly where I left him. I had him take off everything leaving him naked. With the rope I secured his wrists behind his back. I then had him lay on his stomach on the bed. I bent his legs up and secured his ankles together. Then I linked his bound wrists to his bound ankles. I rolled him onto his right side. His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I got on the bed near his head and fished out my chubbed up dick and fed it to him. He slurped and sucked and I grabbed the back of his head and started fucking his face. I kept up my assault pushing hard, fast and deep into his mouth. He started gagging and choking and tried to cough out my cock. I held his head in place. His bald head began turning darker shades of red as I skull fucked him relentlessly. His own cock stayed hard and dripping the whole time.

After a few minutes I let him off for air; I didn't want to cum yet so I had to take a break anyway. I reached down and slapped his fury ass cheek. Its firmness didn't allow for much jiggle, so I slapped it again determined to get his glute to move for me. With every slap he moaned and soon his whole body was red and sweaty. I kept my assault up, switching between each ass cheek. He was now writhing in pain and pleasure, moaning, yelping and trying to catch his breath. Soon the flesh began to purple and I stopped abruptly. He moaned and twisted on the bed, burying his face in the sheet trying to suppress his pain. I quickly kicked off my boots, shimmied out of my jeans and jumped onto the bed straddling his thick legs, his purple-red, hairy ass right under my balls.

I reached to open up his ass crack and when my hands touched his bruised ass he yelped again. I ignored his sounds and aimed my rock hard cock at his shit hole covering it with my pre-cum. I then reached up and slapped the back of his bald head like I had been doing to his ass. When he raised up in protest I pushed all my weight forward and got my cock head passed his defenses before he clinched up again. He growled and moaned and again buried his head into the bed sheet in pain. I ordered him to relax his fuck hole and with considerable and visible effort he did. As soon as I felt his grip weaken I plunged forward again. This time I got more than halfway buried before his vice-like sphincter stopped my progress. I slapped his head repeatedly, distracting and punishing him and then pushed, painfully forward until I was balls deep. My thighs were now pressed against those brutalized ass cheeks and I could feel the heat radiating from them. It was such an awesome feeling. The heat seemed to travel from his ass, to my thighs to my cock. I twitched and started shooting my load. I pushed in and then back out quickly getting his ass chute and rim slick with my nut. Now he was slick enough for a good fucking and laid into him.

I fucked him every which way possible. He moaned and cried and clearly loved how I was dominating his ass. I unloaded two more times, never taking my cock out of him, before I was too tired to continue. Eventually I unbound the bear of a man and we curled up on the bed to sleep. I never got him off and forbade him from shooting without my permission. That night I rolled over a couple of different times and found his hairy, warm ass too inviting to pass up. I would just shift my weight forward aligning my cock and he would instinctively press back into me. Each time I would slow fuck him until I came.

We were in bed till mid morning. We finally had to get up to do our business. I found him to be sexy as fuck walking around with his cum-matted ass hair and still red cheeks. I made the man suck my dick while he took his morning shit; he was happy to oblige.

Once cleaned up and fresh for the day we hoped in my truck and headed out for a bite to eat at a local bar. Sitting at the bar after having eaten, nursing our beers, he said he needed to piss. I agreed that I needed to as well. There was only a couple other men in the bar and they were each eating and chatting with the bartender. I gave him a minute to get into the bathroom and then followed him, carrying my longneck.

He was standing at the only urinal shaking off the last of his piss when I came through the door. He looked at me a grinned. I told him to drop trow and bend over. He presented his fury ass to me right there in front of the pisser. I roughly grabbed his hips and positioned him so that his hole was as straight up as possible. This allowed his cheeks to spread naturally apart. I spit on his hole, lubing it up. Then I took my half full beer and quickly, so as not to spill much, pushed the neck of it into his asshole. He gasped at the intrusion and realization of what I as doing. I then massaged around the neck of the beer allowing the contents to pour into him as much as physically could. I got about half of the remaining contents in him when I pulled it out and told him not let any drip out. He stood and pulled up his jeans and I handed my bottle to him to finish. He sniffed the rim, smirked, and then went bottoms up. I took the bottle back and told him to head back to the bar as I stepped up to the urinal. I pitched the bottle in the garbage and force pissed through my hard on.

We headed over the park at the north end of the lake. It was quieter here as the south side usually was filled with families and kids on the weekends. Up here, there were only serious fishermen and there were only a few trucks in the wooded lot when we got there. We walked down a trail that I knew wasn't used often. About 50 yards in I led him off the path to a clump of bushes and told him to strip. He did so without hesitation.

I had him bend over and then I buried my face in his ass. I could taste his sweat, musk and the beer. By now it had all been absorbed but the taste lingered. It was awesome. After a while of this I stood up behind him and buried my cock in his ass. This man was insatiable for cock and his ass was so fuckable. I was about ready to unload when I heard a twig snap. I turned my head right towards the noise and saw two young men staring at us dumbstruck.

Chapter 38

Butch called one of his crew over and told him to watch the front, he was going on an errand. He walked across the lot to his truck and jumped in. He headed out of the club's lot and then pulled into the lot of the corner gas station down the road, backing into a dimly lit space near the rear of the building. By his calculations he wouldn't have to wait too long. He left his truck idling and turned off his headlights.

After about 5 mins he heard the familiar sound of Mack's Harley and soon his leader pulled up to the red light. Mack pulled through the intersection and turned left, away from Butch, once the light turned green. Mack switched on his lights and pulled out, following Mack. He just caught the yellow and could see the single taillight of Mack's bike in the distance ahead of him. He followed at a safe distance. He was trained for this type of work and he had employed these skills many times on behalf of the club. He knew he was taking a risk following Mack and didn't really have an end-game in mind. He just wanted to see where the man went on these nights when the club had big parties. He was sure Mack would come back ready to pound the shit out of him so he had to be back at his post by the time Mack returned. He had to keep that in mind no matter where this night led him.

He followed Mack for another 15 mins before he took a side road that led into the country. Butch knew this area generally and he didn't think it was well populated. Instead he could recall there being some large farms and ranches out this way. He slowed and allowed Mack to get further ahead. Something was familiar about this road too that Butch couldn't quite remember. So he slowly rolled down this road lined by trees and fences, it was only two lanes wide. After a mile or so the road's pavement ended and it turned into a gravel topped road. Before he moved onto the gravel, he rolled down his window and listened out. He could just barely make out the roar of Mack's bike further up the road. He switched off his lights and turned on his fog lights and continued moving forward. Even though he couldn't see Mack's tail light now he followed the dust trail just staying in the rear wake of it. He knew this far back and with his fog lights on Mack wouldn't be able to know he was being tailed.

After a few minutes the dust trail led down a smaller road to the right. Butch was pretty sure that this was not a public road so he turned his vehicle around facing the way he came. He pulled it to left side of the road near the turn off, shut everything down leaving the keys in the ignition. He took off his colors so that now he was dressed in a black t-shirt, black pants, and his black work boots. He was practically invisible in the dark. He left his driver's side door open so that he could get in quickly if necessary. The risk seemed pretty minimal that anyone would come along at this time of night.

With all the preparations made he started a swift jog down the road Mack had turned onto. One the left side of the road was a fence row dotted with trees, along the right there was no fence and the land beyond was grown high with corn. He ran along that side of the road knowing that he could jump into the corn to hide if necessary. He soon caught up to the dust trail and as he topped a low rise a large wooden barn began to take shape. The shape was recognizable and it finally clicked with Butch where he was. This was Amish land. A group had moved in here a generation ago, away from the traditional Amish areas of the country. They kept to themselves mostly but they did have a storefront over on the interstate where they sold their farm goods and hand crafted wood products. By his bearings this would be the backside of their large property and the storefront would be the opposite side of the property. He slowed and scanned looking for movement, people, dogs, anything. He saw Mack's Harley parked near the side of the barn and there was a side door visible near it. There was a faint light coming from inside. With his trained eyes and senses he noticed no movement outside and so stealthily he approached the side of the Barn.

Mack was probably here on Club business though Butch couldn't recall dealing with these folks before. When he got to the door he could see through the jamb and slats that it was the door to a storage room. It had various small farming implements and tack. Butch grew up in the country though his family didn't ranch or farm, but he was familiar with what he was seeing. He waited a minute, watching the room, and there didn't appear to be anyone in there. He tested the latch and slipped quietly into the room. As expected there was another door on the opposite wall that would lead into the main dog run of the big barn.

He paused there looking for anyway to see out. He finally found a sizable knot hole a few feet from the door where the knot had fallen out. He had to stoop a little but it gave him a good view of this end of the barn.

There were a few Amish men milling around. He could only see their backsides. They were dressed in their traditional attire, all black with black flat brimmed hats. He counted five men. They seemed to be working on something in front of them. Mack was surely in there somewhere but was nowhere to be seen. Another four men approached from the far side of the barn carrying coal oil lanterns. Each of the men had either black or red beards cut in the traditional manner; full and thick beards but no mustache. Of the nine men there now they appeared be aged in range from mid-fifties to young teens. Two were no older than 10.

There was an air of anticipation about them as they chatted among themselves while the original group continued working on something in the middle of the barn.

Another three men approached, one was gray haired and older than the rest. Everyone quieted down as he approached. Obviously the elder in charge Butch noted. The older man stood to Butch's right and the two that were with him flanked him. The other men moved to congregate to Butch's left. When they moved Butch could see what they had been working on.

There in the middle of the dog run was Mack. Across his shoulders was what appeared to Butch to be a yoke. One used for securing a pack animal like a donkey. His hands were tied with leather straps to the yoke and he was slightly bent over from the weight of it. He was clothed as he had been at the club; motorcycle boots, grimy jeans, and dingy wife beater shirt. The Amish men had placed a hood of sorts over his head so that it was secured around his eyes but the rest of his face was exposed.

Next to Mack was a young Amish man trussed up in the exact same way without the hood. He too was fully dressed in his Amish garb except he did not have a coat on. He seemed to be youngish, maybe late teens. His Amish beard full but youthful and bright red.

The older man began to speak, his accent reminded Butch of a sort of pidgin German, almost like Afrikaans that he had experienced during his military days on mission in South Africa.

The man was talking about some rite of passage that they all have or must endure while the others listened and nodded. After a few mins of speaking that Butch couldn't fully make out the men began to take off their coats. The two youngest boys of the group went around collecting them and hanging them on pegs along the wall. An older teen undid a rope at the wall near Butch's position and it lowered a hook on a pulley system near Mack and the Amish young man. One man hooked it to the Amish man's yoke and then they pulled it up taking the weight off of the wooden yoke and pulling the young man upright.

One man moved Mack back against the far wall from Butch and sat him down onto the ground, allowing him to lean back against the wooden wall. He couldn't see what was happening but he could hear it all.

Each man, beginning with the two that were flanking the eldest took off their leather belts and proceeded to whip the young man across his clothed ass. They didn't seem to be holding back and the youth was definitely not enjoying this. He yelped and moved frantically as stroke after stroke connected with his ass. There seemed to be some unspoken signal that brought it all to a halt. The youth was whimpering and hanging limp after his assault. Two of the older men with red beards approached him and undid his leather straps. They caught him as he collapsed into their arms. There was an exchange between them and Butch concluded this must be the boy's family; father and uncle perhaps. After a few mins of letting him catch his breath and get stable on his own feet the two stepped back. The elder man said a few words and the men all nodded and agreed. There was a pause and the `father' seemed to encourage his son towards whatever was the next step in this rite. The youth finally mustered his resolve and started stripping off his clothes. When fully naked the youth sported a strapping body with a hairy chest and treasure trail down to a very bushy crotch. All bright red hair. He had a very respectable cock hanging limply there.

The father' stepped forward after being urged on by the elder. When he was facing his son' the father leaned in and kissed him on his forehead. He told his son that he loved him, confirming for Butch their relationship. The older man looked up into the rafters, staring at nothing apparently, placed his hands on his son's shoulders and pressed the youth to his knees. The elder urged again and the youth reached up, unbuttoned his father's pants, and fished out what was a very hard cock. He proceeded to blow the man who sired him. He wasn't enthusiastic about it necessarily but he was doing a respectable job. Butch looked around and noticed all of them appeared to have hard cocks as they watched what was happening, but no one was touching themselves. Butch mentally noted the discipline and smiled. He liked these men already.

The father soon pulled his cock out of his son's mouth and shot a very thick, white load all over the boy's flaming red beard. At that there was a whoop and everyone started hollering and whooping and started stripping. Soon they were all naked except they kept their hats on. The two youngest were quickly going from man to man taking their clothes and hanging them on the wooden pegs with their coats. They didn't strip or participate.

Every man and teen were muscled from hard labor. Some were thin some where thick. All were hairy, either red or black and all were virile. They all sported very nice cocks, thick and wet with precum. They all stepped up to get a blowjob from the youth. Each man didn't take long at all to get their nut and they each unloaded on the youth's beard. Soon he was soaked through with jis. Butch noted that each man stayed hard after nutting.

The last man to approach the youth was the elder. His beard was grey, his body hair was salt and pepper and his bush was jet black still. He had a thick cock and long hanging balls. He stepped up to the youth while all the other men and teens circled around. The youth opened his maw without being told and the elder slid his hard cock into the slick, wet mouth. The young man closed his mouth around the elder's cock and started sucking. It only took a minute and the elder too blew his nut all over the youth's face and beard. He then sank to his knees so he was face to face with the young man. The elder embraced him in a long hug and when he pulled away the elder man leaned in and kissed the youth. It was a passionate kiss, his tongue darting in and around the young man's mouth. He was kissing the youth and he was lapping at all the cum on the young man's beard. Soon he was actively, unabashedly, licking the jis off the boy's face. Butch could even here the man sucking on his beard, trying to get all of it that had soaked in there. The elder man seemed to be lost in lust cleaning up the young man's community facial.

After a bit he seemed to have gotten his fill. He stood up looking at the young man and now at Mack with lust filled eyes. He signaled and two naked men escorted Mack to the center of the dog run. Each were holding one end of the yoke and they held it so that Mack was bent over at the waist. The youth stood and Butch could see that he too was lust filled. One of the younger boys approached Mack from behind and produced a blade that glinted in the lamplight. He proceeded with the precision of a surgeon to cut through Mack's grimy jeans exposing his hairy, beefy ass. The elder nodded and the youth that had just been beaten and used as a cum rag stepped behind Mack. The elder nodded and the young man's father stepped up next to his son. The older man was talking to the youth, perhaps encouraging him or giving instructions. After a minute or so the man sort of side hugged his son, both facing Mack's exposed hole. The father sort of leaned forward bringing his son forward as well and the youth's cock touched Mack's ass. The boy looked surprised and snapped his head to look at his father. The man nodded and the youth took another half step forward and slowly buried his cock in Mack's ass.

Butch was amazed. He would never have expected to see Mack taking cock. Mack grimaced at the intrusion but otherwise seemed ok with what was happening. They youth and father let go of each other and the young man grabbed Mack's hips. He looked at his father, who nodded again, and then the youth slowly drew his cock from the motorcycle gang leader's ass. He pulled all the way out, looked intently at the dark, moist crack he had just exited, tilted his hips forward again, and plunged forward. Mack grimaced again and this time the youth didn't stop. He starting plowing in and out of Mack like bull in heat. The father was beaming proudly as he watched his son fuck the big man's ass.

It didn't take long and the young man started shaking uncontrollably as he unloaded his balls up Mack's hot hole. The youth was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat when he stepped back pulling his cum soaked cock from it's dark confines. It dripped thick ropes of cum to the barn floor. The father was next and it didn't take long for him to blow his nut up Mack's shitter as well. The elder was next for his turn at Mack's beefy ass. He took longer to nut and when he pulled out it was a free for all. Each man took turns at Mack's ass or mouth. None of them touched each other sexually, but they were otherwise uninhibited as they unloaded time and again in Mack's ass or in his mouth.

Butch lost count of how many times each man or teen got off but it seemed like they had never-ending hard ons and it seemed each load was as copious as the previous. These men seemed pent up and insatiable.

After a very long time the men began to take longer and longer to nut and soon the elder was driving into Mack's ass, apparently on his last nut. Everyone watched, still naked. Some still hard others still chubbed up. They seemed to be sated but Butch was certain that if one of them blew another load it would still shoot across the dog run. These men were virile and sexual and Butch now had a much different perspective on the Amish.

The elder finally blew his load and while he was still hard and buried in Mack's ass, he called the newly initiated youth up before the men of his community. He said a few congratulatory words and the men seemed genuinely happy for the young man. The father certainly beamed the brightest. The elder nodded one last time and apparently the final step in the rite was to begin. The youth took his still firm cock in his hand and standing next to the elder who was still buried up Mack's ass, let loose a strong piss stream all over Mack's back. Before he had finished his piss the elder pulled out of Mack's ass his cock already pissing. He had evidently filled Mack's ass with cum and piss and now finished his piss on Mack's back. The father stepped up to relieve himself on Mack as well and then all the other men did the same. Some pissed on his back, others opened his mouth and pissed down his gullet. When it was done Mack was soaked head to boot in piss and filled front and back in cum and urine.

When everyone had finished pissing on Mack they pushed him down to his knees. The elder called over the two young boys who had only been watching. He nodded to them and they too took out their little peckers. They were rock hard but the elder encouraged them to relax. Soon they were and they let their own piss fly into Mack's open mouth. They were grinning ear to ear looking at each other, then their dicks, then Mack, then the elder, then their fathers, then back to each other. They were besides themselves with glee at pissing on this grown man.

The elder began to give orders for folks to start getting themselves together. The two young ones put their dicks away and started giving each man their clothes so they could get dressed. Once dressed each man in pairs or triplets began to leave the barn. The elder and his two lieutenants stayed with Mack each still naked. The father, son, and uncle were the last to leave along with the two young boys.

Alone now, the elder ordered the two remaining men to stand Mack up and bend him over. They did so and the elder squatted down behind him. After a minute of contemplation he looked up at the two men, then back at Mack's ass. He sniffed deeply and then buried his face into Mack's well used ass crack. The lapped and sniffed and sucked like a mad man. After a few minutes he slapped Mack's ass which was apparently some sort of signal and Mack relaxed his sphincter. Slowly he released the built up cum and piss from the night's activities. The elder Amish man lapped and sucked as it began to gush out of Mack's guts. He couldn't catch it all, but he tried very hard. After Mack was done the man stood up and buried his still hard cock up Mack's ass and unloaded again. At that point he seemed fully sated and exhausted. He laid across Mack's firm beefy back, his cock still buried, and he seemed to finally relax. The two men standing beside Mack and the elder were still rock hard. The elder finally caught his breath and stood up again. He pulled his cock from Mack's ass and squatted again. He leaned in the felch his own final load from the abused ass. He nodded to the two men who approached him from each side. While he sucked out his load they jacked their cocks until ready to shoot. The elder took each cock, one at a time, swallowed them to the root and took each man's final load of the night across his beard. When he stood up all three embraced, seeming to have forgotten about Mack, and the elder let the men clean his face and beard of their loads.

Butch realized that he had unloaded his own nut at least twice and his whole crotch was soaked with his cum. He watched as the three remaining amish men dressed and then started releasing Mack from his yoke. Mack was soaked and Butch could even smell the cum and piss strongly from where he hid. They put Mack back on his knees. He was now free except for the hood they left on him. The three men said something to Mack and then headed out of the barn leaving him on his knees hooded and soaked in Amish piss and cum. His ass was exposed to the open air but otherwise he was still dressed. Butch noticed Mack's thick, huge cock was rock hard in his soaked jeans.

Butch realized he had probably lost his window of opportunity to get out of there without being caught as he couldn't get back down the road before Mack caught up with him on his motorcycle. So, with out much thought for the consequences, Butch stepped through the door of the storage room he was in and into the dog run just as the last of the Amish men stepped out of site around the barn on their way back to their houses.

Mack was still sitting there on his knees soaked. Butch stepped up to him, the smell strong and heady. He reached out and placed his left hand on Mack's hooded head. Letting him know someone was still there and to not move. With his right hand he opened his jeans and fished out his hard, slimy cock. He aimed for his leader's mouth, a position he thought he would never be in, and pushed forward. As soon as his cock touched Mack's lips he opened his mouth and accepted Butch's cock.

Butch then started face fucking Mack. Mack had done this to him so many times and he loved it, but he was now able to get some measure of revenge on his leader. And he fucked his mouth as brutally as Mack fucked him. He was a mad man giving it to his boss. It didn't take long and he blew yet another load of the night, this time down Mack's throat. Not content to end it there Butch stepped around behind Mack and pushed him down on his hands and knees. From there he proceeded to fuck Mack's well used hole. He was merciless. Butch threw Mack a fuck like he had never done before. He was relentless taking out his passion on this beefy, hairy hole. Mack moaned and groaned at the invasion. He was clearly loving having his ass filled and fucked brutally. After a long while Butch blew his load in his leader's very fuckable ass and pulled out, panting hard. After he relaxed he inevitably had to piss and simply let loose on the exposed hole in front of him. Mack just moaned but never moved.

Once he was sated Butch stood Mack up, got himself together, and walked around in front of the big man and snatched the hood from his head. Mack blinked at the sudden light, and then focused his eyes on Butch. The two men stared each other in the eyes intently and Mack, very subtly but very ominously began to assert his dominance over Butch. There were no words or actions, just an intensity in his stare. Butch could only acknowledge it. He lowered his eyes to Mack's bearded chin in a simple act of submission. He then turned around presenting his backside to Mack spreading his feet about shoulder width apart and placing his hands behind his back in a modified parade rest. Mack stepped back and raised his booted foot.

Chapter 39

It took 3 weeks to recover from the night at the Amish barn. Mack brutalized Butch worse then he had ever done so previously. Butch took it all without complaint but he was bruised from his neck to his ankles. Mack didn't leave any part of his arms, legs, or torso unbruised. He didn't break any ribs or other bones but Butch was certain he had some cracks. Mack's cock was harder than Butch ever remembered and he utterly tore Butch's ass up. Butch had never sucked cock before but that night Mack made him his personal cock sucker. His jaw ached for days and his ass was sore for a week. He stayed in bed at the club house for a week and a half. The old ladies took care of him and nursed him back to health. Mack stayed at the clubhouse the whole time as well.

Every time Mack came into Butch's room and they were alone, Mack stuffed his cock in Butch's mouth and face fucked him till he came. He must of done that 3 or 4 times a day for the whole time Butch was recovering. It seemed fitting to Butch so he endured it. He never fucked his face while others were around and each time Butch got hard but Mack wouldn't let him touch himself. To Butch's mind it was worth it for having the opportunity to fuck Mack. Butch's restless sleep during the first 2 weeks were all about fucking Mack's face and ass. He wanted to do it again but was certain that would never happen.

During the third week of his recovery most of his bruises had healed and most of his joint and bone aches were gone. He was not 100% but he was much better now. Butch had just come in to fuck his mouth after sending everyone out of the clubhouse to get saddled up for a ride across the county to the storage location. The gang needed to sort some things out there and bring back some supplies for the big party planned for that night.

Butch and the two older, retired, former leaders were the only three in the club. Those two men were sitting at the bar nursing whiskey when Butch ventured out of his recovery room still tasting Mack's cum in his mouth. Mack's cum had a strong, masculine odor and over the past weeks Butch had begun to crave it. He approach his two elders from behind the bar getting a high ball and filling it with the whiskey the men were drinking.

In this club once you were elected leader you held the post until you died or retired. The two men here, one was easily 70, the other about 60, had both chosen to retire. Both were still very active members of the club and held permanent seats on the board.

"So, Mack says you pissed him off royally.", said Billy the eldest leader.

"Yeah, he seems to be getting angrier at you each day." commented Tom, the other former leader. Butch had joined the gang under Tom's leadership. He had never fucked around with him like he did with Mack. That only started a year or so into Mack's rule. The sergeant at arms position was open and Butch threw his hat into the ring. He was voted down, barely, and Mack was the deciding vote that kept him from taking the position. Butch had been very upset and sought a private audience with Mack. The conversation got heated and the two had a fist fight. It was then that Mack realized Butch could take a lot of punishment. After that night Mack kept picking fights, ever so often, with Butch and beating the shit out of him. One day Mack noticed Butch's hard on after a particularly intense fight. The next time Mack got Butch alone he ordered him to stand still and Mack just kicked him in the nuts. Butch took it in stride and that started their secret punching-bag encounters. They never talked about it or what it subsequently turned in to. They didn't have to.

"You know he was going to put you forward for Sergeant At Arms tonight.", Billy said. "I don't know if it will happen now. He's very upset.".

Butch just nodded. He knew Mack was still seething, he could taste the man's cum still on his own whiskey breath. "Yeah. At this point I'm not sure I would take it if offered.", Butch said sort of smirking and downing his whiskey.

"Well, if he don't put your name in, I will." Tom said. "He should've voted for you last term. He knows it and so does everyone else."

"He'll vote for you, I'm sure of it." he finished, downing the rest of his drink as well.

"I'll vote for you too Butch." Billy added. "It's just right for the club regardless of what is going with you two."

"I appreciate it gentlemen." Butch said raising his empty glass in a mock salute. He turned around to place his glass in the sink. He needed to go lay down again. Just getting up and taking the short walk in here had taken a lot out him. He would be expected to be at the meeting tonight, even if he sat the party out. As he turned back around Mack was standing in the doorway. He was staring at Butch behind the bar and the two former leaders looked between the two men like it was a showdown at the OK corral. Butch just stared at his leader as he walked up between the other two leaders.

"Come around her shit for brains." Mack said and turned sitting on the bar stool between the older men facing away from the bar.

As Butch slowly made his way around the bar, Mack said rhetorically, "So you're fit enough to be out of bed now, huh?"

Butch approached and was now standing in front of the big man. Mack reached around for the whiskey bottle and took a long swig. "I forgot some product I wanted to take to storage so I came back." he said to no one in particular.

"Hmph", Billy grunted.

"So Butch, seems like you gonna be SAA tonight. These two are all for it and the member vote will go your way too." he said. "So, you want the job or what?" he said, and took another swig.

Butch was about to say something when Mack said, "Fuck it! Suck my dick!", and he looked Butch square in the eye.

The two older leaders guffawed and generally expressed their non-verbal surprise. Butch looked at Mack and simply nodded and dropped to his knees. He fished the man's huge cock out of his grimy jeans and swallowed it to the root. The older two men gasped but stayed where they were watching Butch suck Mack's dick. After a couple more swigs of whiskey Mack stood up grabbed the back of Butch's head and pulled him in tight. He unloaded another load of cum in Butch's mouth. After a couple of aftershock spasms he pulled Butch off his cock.

"Put it away, cunt." he ordered Butch, which he did staying on his knees. "Gentlemen," Mack said to Tom and Billy. "Get your dicks wet if you want. He might act like he doesn't like it, but he does." He stepped around Butch and headed to his back room. Over his shoulder he said, "Suck their dicks Butch. Show `em how much you want to be Sergeant at Arms.". He disappeared to the back. Butch didn't look up at the two men, he just scooted forward to Billy's stool and reached for his crotch. Billy allowed Butch to fish his long, uncut cock from his jeans. The man never had a problem getting firm for his old lady though it hadn't been fully hard for years. At Butch's ministrations he was hard and boiling in no time and soon was launching his load down the younger man's gob.

Butch moved over to Tom, his first leader. He was fishing out his cock when Mack came back out from the back room and headed for the front door, not even looking over at Butch on his knees servicing the two older men. "I move that this is a new requirement of the SAA. Board cock sucker." he said nonchalantly. Billy raised his glass and said, "I second. All in favor?" and all three leaders said, "Aye" and chuckled. Mack kept walking right out the door while Butch started on Tom's cock. Tom took a while to nut, fully enjoying the mouth of the younger man. After he blew his nut Butch got up and headed to his temporary room.

"Nice job there Butch. You definitely have my vote now.", said Billy. "Hear, hear!", said Tom as Butch closed his door. He laid down on his bed and could feel the faint echos of his many bruises. He now had 4 loads of cum in his belly and had the sudden realization that Mack was right. He liked sucking dick and he loved the taste of cum. That was new he thought as he reached down and pulled out his hard cock. He jacked off the smell and taste of his three leaders while he relished the memory of the night in the Amish barn taking a bruising that other men would have crumbled under. His cum shot above his head and he caught the second and third volleys on his face. He licked what he could reach with his tongue and still holding his rock hard cock, drifted off to sleep.

Butch woke to the strong smell of alcohol and beer. He felt a big, calloused hand holding the side of his head. There was something on his forehead and he could feel something tickling his neck and chest. He slowly opened his eyes and they took only seconds to adjust in the dim light. Mack was literally face to face with him, looking him in the eye.

"Hey." Mack slurred. He was drunk. Butch in all his years around Mack had never known the man to be drunk. But he was clearly soused. Glassy eyed and his breath was hot and whiskey laced. Butch breathed in and was certain he was going to get drunk just from Mack's breath.

"Hey, man." Mack slurred again. "You, my little cock sucker are now...now the new Sergeant at arms." He then let out a deep belch. Mack tried to find some fresh air but Mack held his head firm, pressing into his forehead.

Butch was apparently still in the position he was from earlier in the day when he fell asleep. He could see across the room to the digital clock, it was 3 a.m. He had been passed out for hours, all day and night. He missed the board meeting and apparently the party.

"Mack. You're drunk man. Get off me. Let me up.", Mack grunted. The bigger man's weight was pressing into him and he was now aware of the dull pain from his bruises.

Mack let go and raised up visibly wobbly just doing that. "I locked the door," he was slurring, "and came to see tell you the good news. We voted you SAA..and now...i need you to suck my dick." He started to try and undue his belt buckle but was fumbling with it unsuccessfully. He was wriggling around on the edge of the bed and then suddenly slipped off it landing square on his ass on the floor next to Mack's bed.

"Holy shit, dude..", he laughed drunkenly, "I...fell off the bed. What the fuck, man?"

"Come on. Butch...suck my dick." he said more firmly.

Butch, now fully awake assessed the situation. The party was most likely over with everyone passed out or gone home. The second security crew would be on patrol and the first crew would be in the main room trying to get the club girls to fuck and get drunk themselves.

Mack was wasted and would probably be passing out soon. Butch got himself up and walked to the door to make sure it was in fact locked. Looking over at Mack, still sitting on the floor next to the bed his belt half unbuckled and his head lolling slightly in his drunken stupor. Mack's cock got hard.

He didn't have to think about it, he just went into lust filled action. He kicked off his pants. He didn't' wear underwear so he was swinging free now. He pulled his shirt up and off and stepped up to Mack with one leg on each side of the big man.

He reached down and ran his fingers through Mack's thick hair. He looked down passed his inflated cock and pulled his leader's head back. His face now upturned Butch was lust filled for this man's bearded mouth. His cock twitched and dripped a drop of cum right onto those lips. Mack unconsciously licked his lips tasting the cum. Butch put his right pointer and index finger to Mack's lips pushed them forcefully into the man's mouth. Mack began sucking Butch's fingers. Butch kept pushing further and further back into his whiskey smelling, hot mouth until his fingers reached Mack's throat. He kept pressing back and down until Mack gagged. Coming forward and coughing. Butch pulled down on the bottom jaw opening Mack's mouth and then pressed his cock into the moist mouth. He let go of Mack's mandible and wrapped it around his cock. He then started face fucking the drunk man's mouth. He took his time, feeling each stroke in and out. Mack involuntarily began sucking Butch's dick and it didn't take too long before Mack was swallowing Butch's huge load.

Butch wasn't done though. He roused Mack telling him he needed to get on to the bed. Mack stumbled with Butch's help to get onto the bed seemingly unaware that he had just been mouth raped. Butch worked to get Mack fully naked. It took awhile; the man was big and heavy and drunk, so he wasn't' much help.

Once naked and laying on his back Mack's big cock and balls were on full display. Butch was reminded why this man commanded respect. It wasn't so much a cock as it was a wrist thick snake. It was chubbed up and laying to one side. This man was a magnificent specimen of masculinity even while sleeping, perhaps especially while sleeping. He chest was thick and fury, arms muscled and fur covered as well. Each tattoo accentuated some natural fold or ridge across his body. He took care of where he had them and it showed. His thighs and legs were thick and beefy. Butch couldn't help but reach out and fondle his huge balls. He hadn't really took notice of them before but they were proportional to this man's cock and overall size. They were hot and they moved on their own in Butch's hand.

Butch was rock hard again. He got on his knees beside his passed out leader and scooped up the man's cock with his tongue and mouth. He went balls deep and the chubbed up cock filled his mouth fully. He began working it with his wet, hot tongue and soon it began to grow in girth and length. He nursed it to fully hard and kept sucking for a long time taking his time and relishing sucking this manly cock. After a while Butch reached out and took Mack's limp hand placed it on the back of his head. Just the feel of the man's hand there was enough to send him over the edge. He blew his load against the side of the bed.

His cock was still hard as he nursed on Mack's cock. He came off of it and started licking and sucking on the man's balls. They were large, full and hairy and Butch found a new high in tasting and cleaning them of their manly musk. It was dark, nutty and heady and it recharged Butch's batteries in an instant. He sat back on his haunches admiring the man again and had the uncontrollable urge to fuck his hairy, beefy ass. So, he manhandled Mack until the man was on his stomach. That ass was lusty. Big, beefy, hairy and it smelled of man. Butch opened that long dark ass crack and dropped a wad of spit where he assessed the pucker to be. He then mounted his leader and buried his rock hard cock balls deep.

He fucked Mack slow, then fast, then hard, then slow again. He short dicked him and alternately long dicked him. This ass was made to be fucked. It was tight, hot and moist. It was driving Butch mad with lust as each push or pull sent shockwaves from his cock head to his toes. It was an epic fuck that lasted nearly an hour as he took advantaged of the passed out giant. He fucked him sideways and every way possible. He eventually turned Mack back over onto his back and lifted the man's beefy legs up to his shoulders. In position now, Butch leaned forward pushing his cock deep into Mack. He fucked him in this position for a good 15 mins. The whole time Mack's thick, long cock was firm and bouncing around between the two men.

Butch was now fucking more frantically, getting close to blowing another nut. He reached down and started jacking Mack's cock in time with his fucking. Each stoke caused the man's sphincter to spasm a little and the feeling felt awesome on Butch's dick. He was focused on fucking and jacking and the feeling and was now really pounding into Mack's shitter. He was about to blow his load when he felt Mack stir beneath him.

"Mmm, yeah. fuck me Daddy!", Mack moaned. "Please pound me Daddy. I love it so much!". He was moaning and slurring and obviously still out of it. The thought that Mack was fucked by his Daddy, or at least wanted his Daddy to fuck him, sent Butch over the edge. He nutted one more time in his leader's ass.

After he came down off his lust and pulled out the man's ass, he began to think a little more clearly. This probably was not going to be a good situation. Mack would beat him again and as much as that turned him on, he couldn't take another beating like that so soon after the Amish barn incident.

He had to take the chance that Mack wouldn't remember this. He wouldn't run from it. He loved fucking this man and loved this man fucking him. So, he positioned Mack on his side and then he got on the bed too. He backed up into Mack so they were spooning with Mack at Butch's back. He could feel the man's snake like cock against his own hairy ass. After settling back and in Butch felt Mack stir and the bigger man reached his arm across Butch's torso and pulled him closer to him and held the embrace. Mack snuggled forward and shifted his waist to get his cock just below Butch's ass. It all seemed like the natural movements of a man settling in for good night's sleep. Butch felt the heat of the man's body and little tickles of the man's body fur pressing into his back. He felt Mack's cock head slowly pressing against his ass. He felt Mack snuggle his furry beard into the back of his neck. Butch was ready about to drift off to sleep after such exertion.

"When we wake, I'm gonna fuck your ass raw, you know that right?", Mack slurred, his breath hot and alcohol laden as it wafted over Butch's nostrils. He stiffened at the realization that Mack was awake and apparently knew what he had been doing. Mack pulled him back into his chest with a firm grip. He then reared back and punched Butch in the side. Right in that spot that would hurt and bruise but wouldn't cause kidney damage or break a rib. Butch's cock stiffened at the realization that Mack was obviously still in control. He nestled his ass back into Mack's crotch, content in his position and fate. They drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 40

A few months after becoming Sergeant at Arms for the club Butch found himself pulling off the interstate into the parking lot of the Amish Mercantile & Exchange. The local Amish communities retail concern. He heard they had good sandwiches and a strong home brew beer so he thought he would give it a try. He remembered the night at the groups Barn, months ago, when the men of the community had fucked Mack as part of some coming of age rite for one of their young men. His cock was chubbed up thinking about it and his stomach growled in hunger as he walked across the wooden porch to the front door. It was mid afternoon and there were no other cars in the parking lot.

He approached the counter where a nice young lady took his order and passed it to an older lady in the back. She pointed him to a sitting area around a corner where he could wait his food. He grabbed his beer and headed that way.

Rounding the corner Butch saw four Amish men sitting at one table and three sitting at another. They all turned to look his way and a few of them nodded a greeting. Friendly but not overly so.

Butch sat at a table across the room and started eyeballing the men. He recognized at least five to six of them. At the four top he thought he could make out 3 that he remembered from that night. In fact he recalled that one of the men, probably in his early thirties, had a good sized birth mark on his left ass cheek. Butch remembered another one from that table as having been a lot more hairy on his back than the rest of the men that night.

At the other table he recognized the eldest member there that night as well as his two lieutenants. Butch was uncomfortably hard now remembering seeing all of these men naked and fucking Mack. He was lost in reverie when his food arrived. The group of four men got up, apparently finished with their meal, and headed out a back door. The other group stayed up until Butch was finished with his food when the two younger men got up and headed out the back door, leaving the older man alone at the table. He was writing in a notebook seemingly uninterested in his surroundings. Butch looked around for the head and found a sign on a far wall across the room from where he was sitting. He got up and headed that way, passing the elder's table on the way. The man didn't look up as Butch passed and entered what was a long hallway. The men's room was at the far end.

When he walked in he was a bit surprised. It wasn't just a toilet, there were about 3 stalls along one wall, and 3 urinals along an adjacent wall. Sinks were set in a wall across from the shitters. Around the corner from the sinks though was a dressing room of sorts. One like you would find in a small gym. Butch peeked around and noted that there was an open shower bay with 3 heads. There weren't any lockers, just wooden pegs along two walls and wooden benches in front. The shower was wood lined as was the whole place. There were modern toilets, sinks and urinals, but otherwise this placed looked thoroughly `Amish'.

He stepped up to the center urinal and fished out his still chubbed up cock. His underwear had a wet spot and his dick head was a bit sticky. He shook it out and pulled it out of its confines to clear it for pissing. He relaxed and sighed, relaxing his bladder. Before his stream started the door opened behind him. The elder Amish man stepped up next to him on the left. Butch had both hands on his hips, his cock dangling in the pisser. The Amish man removed his black coat and hung it on a peg next to the urinal and then undid the buttons of his black pants. Butch watched out of the corner of his eye as the man fished his dick out. He too placed his hands on his hips letting his cock dangle in the pisser ready to unload.

Butch recalled how the man had salt and pepper hair all over his body but that his bush as pitch black. He couldn't see that from this angle but the thought made him start to firm up. He forced himself to relax again as he really needed to empty his bladder. After a long minute his stream burst forth. Butch sighed, almost moaning, at the relief he felt as his bloated bladder emptied. A good piss is almost as good as an orgasm he always thought.

Next to him, Butch realized, the Amish elder still hadn't started doing his business. So instead of being coy and trying to glimpse what was going on next to him, he turned his head, took in the man's cock hanging out of his trousers in the urinal and then he raised his vision to the man's face. At that the man turned to look at Butch as well, they locked eyes, and the Amish elder nodded; his black brimmed hat making a slight dip.

Butch nodded back and glanced back down at the man's crotch. The Amish man's cock was now half hard and pointing straight out from his pants. Butch was just finishing his piss so he reached for it and shook off the few remaining drops. Once dry he just kept shaking it slightly and he started getting harder.

Both men turned toward each other and Butch reached out for the man's now fully hard cock. It was warm to the touch and it was steely hard underneath the soft fleshy exterior. Butch's cock bounced and dripped some pre cum. His mouth watered. So, Butch did what he had come to thoroughly enjoy the last few months. He dropped to his knees and suck that man to the root. He found that jet black bush he remembered as the man's cock head lodged in his throat.

He sucked and licked and sucked some more. He ran his tongue along the bottom, top, sides and swirled around the man's engorged dick head. The amish elder just moaned in contentment as Butch sucked. After a few mins of ministrations the man started slowly sawing in and out of Butch's mouth on his own. This led to some long and frantic thrusts as the man came to climax in Butch's mouth.

Butch was jacking his sizable cock while sucking off the older Amish man and was ready to explode between the man's black boots when he nudged Butch to stand up. He did so and the man dropped to his knees. The Amish elder returned the favor of a lust driven blow job. Just as he was about to blow his nut Butch lifted the black hat from the man's head, grabbed himself by the root and shot his load all over the man's face and beard. Butch leaned down and licked the man's face clean and then kissed the older man, passing his cum between them.

After they both calmed down they righted themselves. The man introduced himself as Jebidiah Moses. He was indeed an elder of the community. There were three of them and Jebidiah was on the council. Butch asked a few questions about the community, etc. Things he was generally interested in. They talked for a good 20 mins and Jebidiah invited Butch on a tour of the facilities.

They walk from the store front which Jebidiah said they had to compromise with local officials to make it as up to code as possible. But the rest of the compound looked and indeed was built as it was 1850. Everything done manually and everything made of wood. The craftsmanship was superb and Butch had a deeper appreciation for this man and his community. They were industrious and creative and they worked hard, from dawn till dusk everyday except Sunday.

Jebidiah couldn't take him beyond the buildings were they did their wood working and the front fields, but he told Butch that further in at the center of the property was where they had build their personal homes. Outsiders weren't allowed there and Butch respected that. As they walked around Butch was certain he recognized some of the men from the barn that night and he did see the young red headed youth that was going through the rite. Butch got plenty of looks and stares. He was sure that there weren't many outsiders that visited back here. The younger men and boys stared the most, but everyone was friendly and cordial when introduced.

They made their way back around the side of the store front to the parking lot made their goodbyes and Butch was on his way. He and Mack had never discussed that night, but he now had lots of questions for Mack.

Chapter 41

Fire Chief MacIntire was sitting in the duck blind well before sunrise. He was fully decked out for hunting duck; cammo face paint, cammo cap, cammo jacket over a cammo shirt, and cammo waders. He had on thick wool socks but other than that he wasn't wearing anything under his waders. He was warm but just barely, his breath causing vapor with each exhale. Ian liked free-balling in waders. He did it when he was duck hunting and fly fishing. It was freeing and a bit of a turn on that the other men he was hunting or fishing with didn't know he was swinging in the breeze. Next to the man, close enough that their shoulders were touching, was Bobby Jones the local tool truck driver. Bobby and Ian had known each other since grade school. They grew up in this town and knew just about everyone and everyone seemed to know them. Bobby was dressed similarly to Ian, full cammo. The two duck hunted together regularly. There didn't seem to be a season that they didn't get into the blind at least two to three times. Sometimes other of their friends would hunt with them, but today the two were out here alone save for their dogs.

Bobby was extremely horny this morning. It had been a week since he had fucked his wife and he didn't have any of his special clients on his route this week. He was pent up. Hunting always got him horny was well. He had a couple of men he deer hunted with and they always messed around at the deer camp, but McIntire wasn't one of them. Just being outdoors always got him revved up. Today was no exception. He had never fucked around with Ian. He wouldn't mind it. He knew from their sports days in school that Ian was packing a nice sized package, especially those balls. He was teased for those nuts in high school and he took it in stride. Everyone was jealous and he knew it. Shit, the coaches were even envious. They had taken quit a few hunting trips together over the years and there was plenty of occasion for them to see each other naked. No one really cared what the other men were wearing or how they slept when at the lodge, cabin, or bunk houses. So Bobby had done his fare share of looking, but, Ian and the friends they hunted with were not like his deer hunting buds. No one ever fucked around.

Bobby didn't know that Ian was sporting wood this morning too. Ian had stopped by Bill's place on Friday afternoon as he was headed over to pick up Bobby for this trip. He fucked Bill quickly. He just needed to get off before the long weekend. He and Bobby were headed to an area of the state they had only hunted once before and were going to be gone till Monday. They would get in two good days if the weather held.

The cabin they had rented wasn't far from where they sat. They had arrived late in the night, caught very few hours of sleep and was in the bind well before sun up.

Bobby was sort of hunched over against the cold with his hands in his jacket pockets. He was gently and inconspicuously rubbing at his cock. Ian was hunched over similarly and apparently had his hands slipped into his waders. They had already turned out their lights and were sitting in near pitch black shooting the shit, cursing the weather, hoping for a good hunt.

And it was. They almost wore the dogs out. By mid morning they were done and back at the cabin prepping their kill for storage. In fact, they might run out of storage if tomorrow is like today. By the time they were done putting the dogs away they were tired and the sweat they worked up was now chilling with the cool breeze.

Bobby had the big room this trip; they alternated on these trips whenever the rooms or amenities weren't equal. He had a king bed, instead of Ian's queen, and he had a whirlpool tub that could easily accommodate two or three. Ian's room just had a shower. Bobby told Ian he was going to get in the tub going for a soak before the customary first day nap; it had been a long night of driving. Ian was welcome to join him. This wasn't unusual in the least. Most hunting lodges and cabins had similar set ups, or they had a hot tube for the men to use. These two men had `tubed' together regularly. There was always high spirits on a good hunt while the men relaxed together, and lots of commiserating when the hunt went bad.

Bobby slipped on his swim trunks adjusting his chubbed up dick and slipped into the tub closing his eyes as the heat and jets began to do their work. After a few mins he heard Ian coming into his room. He opened his eyes to acknowledge the other man. Ian was stark-assed naked. His cock and pendulous balls swaying back and forth as he crossed the room. Bobby's cock hardened and his ass twitched. He was suddenly aware his mouth was watering too. Ian said something about not bringing a swim suite and was sure Bobby wouldn't mind. Bobby just kept his eyes on his lifelong friend's crotch. Fire Chief McIntire noticed.

Ian was used to being checked out by other men. He knew Bobby had checked him out over the years. He did the same and knew what Bobby was packing. His wife was definitely well taken care of. But Bobby's gaze seemed to linger more than a casual locker room comparison check.

He carried a fifth of whisky and as he slid into the warm waters next to his lifelong friend he handed the man the bottle. Bobby took a draw directly from the bottle, the warmth flowing through him now from within, and handed it back to Ian.

Both men were feeling relaxed after a long while of warm jetted water and whisky. Bobby was rock hard. Whisky always did that to him not to mention the present company. He announced he was going take a piss. He didn't even try to hide his obvious hard on as he rose up and the fabric clinged to his crotch. Ian was now the one staring.

"Ummm, how do you expect to piss through that hard on, Bobby?", he snickered. Bobby looked down at himself.

"Guess I'll have to piss upside down.", he laughed as he stepped out of the tub. He shucked his trunks and stood in front of the toilet. Ian watched the rugged man's profile. Bobby was a traditionally handsome man; dark, thick hair all over his thick body. He always wore a beard ever since they had graduated high school Ian noted. The man's ass was round and plump and that very manly hard on was sticking straight up from bobby's thick, wet bush. Ian's own cock twitched. Bobby was pushing down on his cock now trying to aim for the bowl since he couldn't seem to get his erection to do down.

"Fuck this shit. I'm gonna have to piss on the wall.", he said. Standing there knowing that Ian could see him fully naked and hard made him think he should show a little modesty but the whisky seemed to keep him from acting on that impulse. What did he care. Ian was one of his oldest friends. They had seen eash other naked, why should he care if the man sees his erection.

Bobby gave up on the stand up method and finally sat down. He leaned forward and pushed his still hard dick into the toilete. He focused all his energy on relaxing enough now to vacate his bladder.

He was so focused he didn't notice Ian had stood up. Next thing he knew Fire Chief McIntire was standing a foot from in front of his face. The man's thick, lengthy cock was rock hard as well and his hairy, big ball sack was dripping water from the tub.

Bobby couldn't take he eyes off it. Ian stepped forward his cock level with his friend's bearded mouth. Not sure why he was doing this, or why he thought Bobby would be interested; all was driven by hormones now. To his delight Bobby opened his mouth and let Ian's cock slide in. Ian groaned at the feeling and Bobby moaned. He slipped off the toilet now fully driven by his lust and positioned himself on his knees in front of his friend. He went nose to bush and reached up to touch the infamous McIntire nut sack. Ian moaned again at having his friend manhandle his nads. He reached and placed his hands on the back of Bobby's head. He needed to get his cock down the man's throat. Bobby moaned to let Ian know he was in charge and that he wanted the man's firm grip on his head. He sucked in earnest.

It didn't take long and Ian was unloading in Bobby's mouth. He pulled out and shot his last blast across the man's beard.

`Fucking awesome!' he thought. He raised Bobby up and the two men kissed lustfully. It was a hard driving man on man kiss. They groped each other's bodies and rubbed and slapped their cocks together. There was a pent up tension that was decades in the making and it was being released on this kiss.

They eventually made their way to the bed where Bobby got into position and presented his ass to his friend.

"Fuck me man! Drive that cock into my ass and don't be gentle!", he said panting. Ian needed no further encouragement. He got behind Bobby, spread his ass apart and dove in to rim his hairy hole. It tasted so good and Bobby was writhing at his tongue's ministrations. Once that hole was sloppy wet and winking at Ian he sat up and drove his rock hard cock balls deep. Bobby grunted but otherwise showed only lust at being impaled. He took cock like a champ so Ian turned up the lust throwing his friend an eipc fuck.

They fucked in every position possible and went on for an hour. Ian must have nutted 3 times and Bobby at least that many. When they were done and sated, their chest and back hair matted and sticky with cum, they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The long drive, the hunt and the sex had finally taken it's toll on their energy. When they awoke it was dark outside.

Chapter 42

My attention was immediately drawn to the big, white, flatbed truck pulling into the parking lot of the McDonald's I was sitting in. It was loud and it was pulling a trailer twice as long as the truck stacked with lumber. I recognized the local lumbar store's name an logo on the driver's door even through the scratches, dust and mud covering it. "Lumbar Family Lumber" was a family owned and run concern that had called this town home for the past 75 years. The name wasn't a gimmick, Lumbar was the family surname.

The door opened as soon as the truck stopped and a giant of a man slid out from behind the wheel. Next to his size the first thing I noticed was his fiery red, big, bushy beard and thick head of hair. The sunlight caught that beard and made it glow as if aflame. The man was halfway across the parking lot when I finally stopped staring at that mass of ginger. I was a bit self conscience for staring so long so I looked down at my food.

A few seconds later and he was coming through the door. I looked up again, and this time focused on the man behind the beard. He was thick built and tall. Easily 300 pounds of solid flesh. His forearms were exposed from his flannel shirt sleeves and they too were fiery red and thickly furred. His boots were dusty and very used. He had on worn jeans that hugged his thick thighs and crotch. There was a very noticeable crotch pouch and my gaze lingered there for a bit. As he passed near me on his way to the counter I took in his beefy, meaty denim covered ass. There was a skoal ring on the right pocket. My eyes followed the center seam of those jeans as it snugged up the middle of his ass and disappeared in between those thick thighs. No sagging there. I cussed under my breath at the site of this man and then realized my cock was rock hard.

I then took notice of his thick torso from the back as he was now finishing his order. Thick and wide and covered in flannel. It made me want to bear hug him from behind and feel that mound of flesh. There was thick hair coming up from this collar to meet the thick hair from his head. All red. Real thick. I imagined his back to be fully covered in that fur and I was drooling.

My dad cleared his throat.

I was caught red handed and there was no denying the eye fucking I had just given this bear of a man. Dad looked over at the man as he was turning from the counter. He looked our way and smiled in recognition. Dad called out and waived the man over. Not sure why I was suddenly flushed with embarrassment, but I felt like a silly school girl about to be exposed to her crush.

Dad turned to me and scooted over in his seat and gave me a wink as the big man took his vacated spot on the bench.

"Son, this is Cory Lumbar." He said by way of introduction and turning to Cory he said, "Cory, this is my son Mark." The man reached out his big paw to shake my hand. A bit flustered I reached to shake his as well. Firm, strong and purposeful. My dick jumped.

"Nice to meet you Mark." Cory said. His voice was deep and resonate. At the sound I let out a small grunt. This man had my balls boiling.

Dad went on to tell me that he and Cory grew up together. Dad grew up in the country and the Lumbars had property next to my Grandparent's. My Dad had sold that land years ago and moved into town. Cory and Dad were on the football team together; Dad was the second string quarter back, Corey was the starting center. They hadn't kept in contact. Cory was working the family business and that kept him busy.

They took some time to get each other caught up on their histories since high school. They had reports of each other from various folks and mutual friends but didn't have any real contact since high school. That's the way of small towns. When that part of the conversation was exhausted they started in on mutual acquaintances and what others were up to; sharing bits of other's lives. Soon the conversation turned to stories of glory days gone by; football games, specific games, parties before and after the games, and the like. They had quit a few shared experiences and it was interesting to hear them reminisce.

We were long done with our meals when the conversation started winding down. Finally my dad leaned over towards Cory and conspiratorially asked if he remembered the shower event from Sr year two-a-days. Dad moved his hand under the table and rested it on Cory's left thigh. Cory raised an eyebrow at dad, then looked at me, then looked back at Dad suspiciously. Dad nodded as if to say it was OK.

Yeah, he remembered. "Well, when you have some time, maybe we can get together and you know, reminisce about that." he said with emphasis on the `that'. Cory seemed to think a minute, looked at me again, and then said, "Well, I am done for the afternoon. Just gotta drop this trailer at the yard."

Dad grinned. "Great, you know Mark here would be interested in hearing more about that if you are interested." He nodded at me and they both looked my way. I had no idea what they were talking about but I had a clue it meant someone was getting naked and I was certainly up for that. Cory looked at Dad, waived his hand between us, and said questioningly, "You two...?", and the cleared his throat.

Dad said, "Well my son makes his own way in life and our paths sometimes cross in that special way. So, yeah, on occasion, we two..." and then dad cleared his throat.

Cory seemed to think a minute more and then slowly started smiling. That smile turned to a grin and then a smirk. "Well, it's after 5, and the yard is closed. Last of the hands will be gone by 5:30. We got a locker room there for the guys and it has a big shower room. Why don't we go drop off this trailer and then I'll show it to you?"

Dad sat back satisfied, "Tell you what. I need to get home to the wife. We got some company coming over and I don't think I have time to reminisce today. But Mark would love to see your locker room and hear about the `event'."

Cory cleared his throat and paused looking at me. "Abso-fucking-lutely!" I said. "Show me this locker room!".

I was riding with Dad so as we left the parking lot I climbed into the cab of Cory's truck. It was dusty and smelled of sweat and working men. I was ready to nut in my pants. It wasn't a very long drive over to the lumbar yard and we didn't talk. I had traded here a few times but I hadn't really had big need for lumber and building supplies in my short life. They sold sundry items around the lumber trade but for the most part they were a pure play lumber company, not some combo lumber/hardware joint.

We pulled around back and as we went through the double fence another dusty truck was headed out. It was driven by a middle-aged Hispanic man. They stopped and chatted quickly. He was the last to leave and would lock the gate. Cory would leave through the retail front. His personal truck was parked out that way.

Cory stopped beside a large lumber storage building and he and I unhooked the trailer. We got back in the truck and he pulled it up next to a row of trucks ranging in various sizes, makes and models. All white, and all with the company logo.

He grabbed his personal things from the truck and I followed him towards the retail part of the operation. This building was big and long across the front. It had another part that extended 90 degrees forming an L. From the few times I had been in the store I hadn't noticed this part of the building which it turns out housed the employee lounge, and other operations functions. It also had the employee restrooms and the aforementioned shower.

Cory didn't talk the whole time and never stopped. He just entered the building and walked straight back to the locker room. I followed watching that ass the whole time. It was big and tight and I loved the way it moved. I was a few steps behind him when he disappeared through the door. As I entered he was standing at an open locker not 5 feet from the door. The locker had a piece of tape across the top with his name hand scratched on it. The other lockers had similar designations.

He was unbuttoning his flannel shirt. Looking at me while he continued he said, "You can hang your stuff in that empty locker there." I moved to where he pointed and started undressing. I assumed that was what I was expected to do since that was what he was doing. I was turned facing him standing between the bench and locker watching him undress while I did the same.

I was hard as a rock. "So, when your Dad and I was in school, our Sr year they had built a new locker room. The old one was a series of door-less stalls made in the 50's or some shit. Anyway, they were rotted out and old and so the school built a new one. It was one big tiled room with shower heads along the walls. We were the fist ones to use it."

He was now bare chested and I had to growl again. He was as furry and beefy as I had imagined and his hair was thick and red. Everywhere. As he reached into the locker I got a good look at his pits. Dark red and sweaty. My mouth watered.

"We had just finished a scrimmage with the next town over and we won the game. We hadn't really practiced much by that time so everyone was excited. Coach Jones was on cloud nine and went on and on about how great a season this was going to be. It was just the varsity team there and as coach was finishing his speech one of the assistants wheeled in a cart that was stacked with ice and cheap beer."

The red bear was now boot less and so was I. His feet too were covered in red fur.

"Well, everyone agreed with Coach not tell anyone, and we all started drinking and undressing and showering. The offensive and defensive linesmen were all pretty close friends so we were sitting around drinking and shooting the shit while all the little guys did their business. After a long time, the locker room was empty except for us and one shower that was running in the new shower bay. Coach Jones and his assistant came out and gathered up the remaining beer and cans and retreated back to his office. He told us to take our time but not take all night. He wanted to get home and fuck the wife he said."

"So, all 10 of us got up, a bit drunk, and started striping." As if to emphasize that he pushed his tight jeans down to his ankles as he said that. The man did not wear underwear and that reveal made me tremble from the cock out through my whole body. It took all my waning willpower to keep from shooting my load. He was thick and red fur covered, everywhere. In profile his cock was long and thick and sticking straight out from his thick beefy torso. He had a fiery red bush that seemed to glow. I wanted this man more than any man I had met till now. He was fucking all man, all beef and all I could think of.

"We played grab ass, as high-schoolers do as we headed for the shower room." He stepped out of his pants now and he was fully naked. I was standing there in my underwear with a granite hard cock staring at him. He turned and closed the locker door while saying, "That one shower head that was left? Well, your dad was under that shower head with his eyes closed jacking off."

I watched his cock twitch as he said that. Now fully facing me I got the true size of the man. His balls were large, hairy and pendulous. His cock was massive and it all fit with his burly, masculine frame. That beard was epic and all I wanted to do now was suck, lick, fuck, and be fucked by this giant. I quickly shucked my underwear and we stood there for a second both naked taken in the sights.

He pointed to the shower room behind me after a few seconds. I didn't need any further encouragement. I turned and headed that way as he followed.

I turned on a shower head and felt for the warmth of the water before getting under the spray. He was doing the same thing next to me.

"We laughed and made fun of your dad. He was startled at being caught, I guess he forget we were still there. After a few minutes of good-natured name calling and humiliation I stepped up next to your Dad and told him that for us to keep his secret he was going to have to give each of us a blow job."

My dick jumped again and started leaking pre-cum.

Cory said, "I've kept that secret until today." and then he smirked. I dropped to my knees instantly and engulfed his thick cock. I reached around and felt his meaty ass. I ran my hands up and down and all over his thighs, his calves, his feet, stomach...anywhere I could reach, I touched, felt and kneaded the man all while sucking in his huge cock. His balls were warm and moved on their own in my hands. I slurped at them one at a time. They were too big to get both in my mouth.

I was crazy for this man's body. I went back to his dick and licked and nursed on that thick cock head. I could taste his pre-cum and it was sweet, sticky and musky. I took him as far down my throat as I could burying my nose in his musky pubs. I sniffed and breathed in deep, taking in his musk and sweat before the water had a chance to wash it all away. This was a real man, and I wanted all of him.

His pecs were firm and nipples hard. I tore myself from his dick and rose to suck on those nubs. The man was moaning and groaning and growling as I worked him over. I buried my face in his beard, breathing in his essence. It was like snuggling in cotton. I found his neck and eventually his ears with my probing tongue and lips. I moved down his shoulder to his bicep and lapped at the cleft between his arm and torso. He raised his arm and I dove into his pit tongue first. It was salty and sweaty and musky and I lapped until I couldn't taste him any longer. I moved to the other pit and did the same.

My cock was rock hard and bouncing around, slapping against his hard member as I worshiped his body. I had to get more cock so I dropped back to my knees and slurped him back to my throat again. He moaned and growled and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me off his throbbing cock and then started face fucking me. That was all it took. I shot a huge pent up load onto his fury left foot and ankle. The rest washing away towards the drain. He didn't stop and my cock didn't shrink. If anything I was harder than before. This man could do anything he wanted with me.

After a few minutes of face fucking I could feel his cock getting harder. He was close. He pulled me off and still griping my hair in one hand turned to expose his juicy ass to me. He bent over slightly and pulled me into that crevice. Even though the shower had been running down his back there was plenty of musk and sweat in his ass crack when he bent over. He released my head and pushed his ass back towards my face. He rested his hands on his knees and said, "Lick my ass, boy. Get it nice and clean.".

I didn't need another invitation. I nuzzled and lapped all up and down that ass crack. The fur there was darker red but silky smooth. I breathed in deep through my nose, my mouth. I wanted every sense to be filled with this man. After a few minutes I had cleaned all the musk from that ass crack. I then put a hand on each cheek and using my thumbs spread them. There before me was the pink center of this man. It was twitching at being exposed to the damp air. The silky red hair around it was still dry but twisted and matted together from the days activities. Slowly, and now mesmerized by this man's most intimate part, I put my nose as close to it as I could without touching him and inhaled, deeply.

I shuttered. The smell was all man. He wasn't nasty or filthy. He was musky, sweaty, nutty, dark and aromatic. A smell combination found only in a true working man's ass. A smell unique to the man flesh that produced it. My nose flared at the rush of pheromones. My heart raced. I reached out my tongue purposefully and tasted this red headed bear of a man. I was not disappointed.

He moaned, I growled and we both shuddered. I moved my thumbs out exposing more of his hole and buried my face in there. I let go and those ass mounds sealed me in. I was in heaven. I reached for his hips and pulled him into me. I lapped and sucked and ran my nose and tongue and chin up and down, up and down through his crack and across his rosebud. Every time i touched it with my tongue the man shook and moaned.

I pushed my nose into the center of that pucker, fucking him with it, if that were possible. This positioned my tongue at his taint. I lapped and sucked at the fur there. I had never tasted a man like this man. I was drunk on his smell and taste. He bent further forward exposing more of his in-between and I took full advantage.

After a few more minutes of ass worship he stood up quickly and turned around shoving his rock hard cock pub deep in my maw. He was in control and fucked me three full throat filling thrusts and then blasted his seed in me.

It was thick and copious, salty, sweet, musky. It was better than any load I had ever tasted. I savored every drop as he continued to fuck me slower now. It was amazing and I realized I had shot another load myself. This man, Cory Lumbar, slow fucked my mouth until he came down off of his orgasm.

After a while I stood and he passed me a bar of soap. I soaped him up and got a chance to feel him all over again. By the time I was done I was hard again. He rinsed while I washed up. By the time I was done he was at his locker drying off. He threw me a towel as I exited the shower.

"Damn nice cock sucker boy. Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree." he said. I was speechless and just shook my head. I was still breathing in his essence from the cum residue still in my mouth.

As he was getting dressed in clean cloths that looked almost identical to what he took off I was getting redressed in what I had worn there. "You want to suck my dick again sometime Mark?" he asked. I coughed incredulously, "Shit yeah Mr. Lumbar. You got a hell of a cock on you and that ass...shit yes! I will suck it any time, any where." I said.

"Good." was all he said. We dressed and he dropped my off at my parent's house.

Chapter 43

Cory Lumbar is the oldest of the Lumbar boys. There were 5 of them. He married and she died in a car accident before they had kids. He loved her and never got remarried. His brothers were carrying on the family name with large families with lots of boys. Cory liked his life but had something missing.

It was two weeks before Cory and I met up again. We met at a local bar, had a few drinks and went back to the lumbar yard. I sucked him off in the lumbar barn while being watched by the owls who called that cavernous place home. It was great. Musk, sweat and sawdust. I soaked the dirt floor with a thick load while swallowing what he offered.

A month later Cory invited me to his small ranch out north of town. It wasn't fancy but it was functional. As I arrived he was just finishing the nightly chores with the few animals he had. I watched him put equipment and supplies away. In all my dealings with Cory, he had said more in telling stories and catching up with my dad than he had with me in our two meetings. He just naturally seemed like a man of few words. The quietness seemed to accentuate his strength and power. It made him sexy as hell.

He was hanging a rake up on a peg in the supply shed, I was standing in the entrance way watching his masculine movements just waiting for the opportunity to get at his cock. I felt safe and comfortable in this silence and with this man who was old enough to be my father. I was in lust; I wanted to sniff that ass, first through his tight jeans and then lick his rosebud clean. I was rock hard just watching him do a routine thing.

"So, you wanna move in here with me?" he said out of the blue. We didn't really know each other. He didn't know my history, plans or really much about me at all. Nor I him. Yet, I wasn't surprised at all by the question. "Yep." I said as he turned toward me looking for an answer. "Alright." He said matter of factly and reached for the feed bucket to put it up.

When he turned to hang the bucket up I stepped into the small space and fell to my knees behind him. I grabbed his hips and leaned into his massive, jeans covered ass. I sniffed and moaned and I shuddered, again, like I only do with this man. He slowly turned to face me and I was face to crotch with his bulge. I sniffed and continued growling and started unbuckling his belt. In what seemed like an eternity but was only seconds I had his hard cock down my throat. Like the other two times I sucked his cock he was musty and sweaty. He smelled of a hard day's work and he tasted incredible. I came off the shaft and kneaded and slobbered his nuts eliciting a loud moan from the man I just agreed to move in with. At that second I realized consciously what I had already knew subconsciously; I barely knew this man but I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. That thought drove me mad with lust and I swallowed his cock again and started bobbing up and down faster and faster, determined to get his nut.

His too thick cock went more stiff and his balls tightened up and I knew he was about to nut. I sucked to the last second and just as he was about to blow I pulled off his cock and let the first wave shoot on my face. His seed was thick, bright white and gooey and it was massive. One blast and I was covered forehead to chin. I opened up and dove back down on that exploding cock taking the rest of his orgasm in my hungry mouth. I sucked until he was finished and started wincing from the sensitivity of his cock head. He chuckled deep and low from his chest as I finished nursing the last drop. I pulled off and nuzzled my nose and chin into the cleft between his cock and thigh. The musk was thick and all I wanted to do was nuzzle in this dark intimate place of this giant man's crotch forever. It was warm and heady and I felt an overwhelming sense of security.

After what seemed like a lifetime of breathing in that sense of comfort Corey growled a low, deep growl and said, "Let's go inside."

That night he fucked me like a mad man. It was passionate at times, rough at times and totally raw with emotion and lust. He had the staying power of a 20 year old and I loved every inch of that cock in my ass. I got off each time he did and never had to touch my cock. Eventually we drifted off to sleep after a particularly rough round and climax. It was the best sleep with this giant red head hugging me close and snoring in my ear.

I woke when I felt his stiffened cock pressing against my ass. I slowly turned over in his arms. Facing him, his eyes still closed and hug still firm and his lips slightly separated. He was breathing evenly and deep; he was still asleep. I nuzzled into his beard and let the silky feel fill my senses. I was rock hard again and I felt my cock alongside his. I looked into his masculine face. I could see the tan and wrinkles of a man who worked outdoors and worked hard. They were softened while he slumbered but there was no doubt this man was at home outdoors. He was rugged in every way and masculine to the highest degree. I leaned in slowly, parted my lips and pressed into his. I relished the feel of his beard and mustache surrounding my mouth. His lips were soft and thick and I inhaled his warm breath. I inhaled his essence and my cock twitched. I felt it string of pre-cum leaking onto my thigh.

Corey responded, slowly waking up. It started with a slight further parting of his lips and pressure as he pressed back into me. He squeezed and pulled me closer with his massive furry arms. Out chests were pressed together now and I felt the moist tip of his tongue against my upper lip. That was all it took and we were suddenly battling one another for domination. The kiss was electric, passionate and the best kiss I had ever experienced. This mountain of a man was masculine, gentle, vigorous, and exciting in every way. We kissed deeply and passionately for a long time. Soon I noticed his hard cock fighting mine for domination. We were thrusting into each other slicking our crotches with our pre-cum. It was magical and lustful.

He rolled onto his back rolling me on top of his massive frame, never separating from our kiss. I was now thrusting my cock down while he pushed up. After a few minutes, this masculine, red man-bear, separated his knees wide and slowly raised them. The universal submission sign, exposing his red haired rosebud. He didn't say anything nor did I. I just simply hooked my thighs behind his legs, shifted my hips up to aim my dripping cock and slowly pushed forward until I found the warmest spot between his legs. Once found I pressured my way in and he moaned and growled into my mouth as we kept our epic long kiss alive.

I was buried balls deep before he broke the kiss. He looked me in the eyes and I was overwhelmed by the crystal blue of his. "Fuck me Mark. Give me all you got boy."

And I did. We fucked this way for one orgasm. I fucked him from behind for a second. He wiggled and moaned and I could tell that he was definitely an ass man. He liked fucking one and he was biologically oriented to take it as well.

It was mid morning when I unloaded for a third time. I slid down his sweaty frame so that my face was at his ass. I spread those furry orbs and looked at my handiwork. His ass was puffy, red and slick with my juices. I leaned in and lapped it up. He moaned and wiggled as much from the tongue treatment as he did with my prick up his ass. I loved it, and he seemed to.

I was about done cleaning out that ass when we were startled by a low grunt and deep throat clearing coming from the bedroom door.

Chapter 44

Mr. Cory Lumbar and I became best of friends. We shared his house, his bed and out lives. We never said those three words because we just knew it. We were comfortable; we were a fit. A cosmic pairing that just felt right. I never lost that feeling and neither did he. Our fucking was all just natural. We hung out with friends, family and co-workers. Over our many years together, no one ever questioned us about who we were together or what we were doing. I'm certain most all knew what we did in the privacy of our home, but we weren't bothered. Just accepted.

The night we passed from this world had been blissful. Sexually, emotionally, physically, we had enjoyed each other. We were at the lumber yard where it all began. We had showered like the first night and as we were leaving three masked, armed men were robbing the store. We hadn't heard the break in as we were to set the alarms as we left the building. We startled them as much as they startled us. in that confused moment, one shot and the bullet hit me in the chest. Right side; not immediately fatal. Lots of yelling and cursing and I found my self looking up into that epic red beard and then his eyes. Cory held me firm, a look of hurt and concern in his eyes. For the first time in our long life together, I saw a tear. It formed as if in slow motion, pooled at the bottom of his eye and slowly overflowed down his cheek.

There in that moment I felt no pain. I felt safe and comfortable in this silence. My eyes dimmed and I felt lighter than air. Cory lay me down and my head lolled to the side. I could see the three men frozen watching the two of us, seemingly not sure what to do. It seemed like an eternity. Cory stood slowly to his full height and stepped over me towards the men. There was more cursing, brandishing of guns and orders to stop and stay or else get the same.

Cory moved slowly but with purpose. Two men were closer to him then the third and when he reached them one of them fired. The bullet stunned him for a second but almost impossibly, Cory reached for the two and in a lightening quick move smashed their heads together. I heard their skulls crack and then crack again as they hit the floor. Cory moved towards the the third person who was now visibly shaking and pointing his gun with an unsteady hand.

The next moment seemed to slow even further as Cory reached for the man. I noticed a trail of blood the short distance he had traveled. He was seriously wounded and I was concerned for him. I felt hot tears on my face. I couldn't imagine or cope with him being in pain.

There was another shot as Cory reached for the third man. He lurched as it embedded in his chest. He had the man's head now in his grip. Another shot and Cory lurched again. He started to fall and as he did he brought the man down with him. There was a crash as they tumbled into a display shelf. I wanted to go to them and help Cory up. To go home and get in bed. To nuzzle against the bear of a man that I loved. I could see us at the family party this next Saturday for one of the nephew's birthday. It would be fun. Cory wouldn't say much, he never does, but he would smile and say a million words with those eyes. We would come home fuck until we were too exhausted to continue. We would wake up the next day and fuck again.

I just needed to get over there and help him up. But I couldn't seem to get my limbs to move. That weightlessness was annoying, I didn't feel whole.

As my vision dimmed more I saw no movement from any of the other four. Cory seemed to be sleeping but there was no rise and fall of his big, strong, furry bear back.

I was confused. Why was he sleeping now? Why was he sleeping here at the lumber yard? I wonder if he remembered that time we took that road trip to the Grand Canyon? It was so bright and warm. I remember his manly smell after that day. It was so intoxicating. Our fucking was so intimate and so right.

It's so cold. Did he turn up the a/c? He liked it colder in the house than me. That was fine with me because I would always snuggle up to him when I was cold. Like that time when we huddled under the blanket on the couch when the heat had stopped working that December. We watched football. I had a habit of holding on to his dick and fondling his balls whenever we snuggled. It was so nice.

Who are these other men here on the floor? After I moved in with Cory I never touched another man or women. I know he was faithful to me as well. We never talked about it or demanded it of each other, it just happened. So I know their not here for sex. What is that liquid on the floor. Looks like that time the hot water burst at the house. Cory was in the shower at the time and then was running around naked trying to dry everything up. Oh that ass. So hairy, so big, so tasty. I loved this man. I wonder where he got off to? Oh, there he his sleeping on his stomach across the room. He didn't always sleep that way but when he did I liked it.

I couldn't see anything else in the room. Just Cory, him just being still; being quite and strong like he always was. Firm, purposeful, manly.

I will miss him.

Hometown News Reports:

Multiple Deaths at Lumbar Lumber

In what appears to be an apparent robbery gone wrong, local lumber yard owner, Cory Lumbar was found dead at the lumber yard this morning by his brother. Also found dead at the scene was one Mark Manning, Mr Lumbar's long time best friend and three men in dark clothes and ski masks. The three men were apparently robbing the place when they were caught in the act by Mr. Lumbar and Mr. Manning who were there working late. All five were found dead on the scene.

Mr. Manning died of a single gun shot wound to the chest. Two robbers apparently died of head trauma purported to be inflicted by Mr. Lumbar.

Mr. Lumbar died from 3 gun shot wounds to the chest, one embedded in his heart. The third man died in a freak accident by falling headlong onto an axe head.

The Lumbars and Mannings have announced a joint service for the two life long friends this Friday at Memorial Chapel. The three assailant's identities have not been determined but law enforcement are working the find who the were.

In other news around town, that stray cat that keeps the residents of Pine Street up at night has gone missing...

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