This story is intended to be read by persons over 18 years old who are broad minded, sexually enlightened and horny.
It contains descriptions of consensual adult man-to-man sex - `specially the really nasty kind . . .
If this offends you, disturbs you or is likely to corrupt you, then piss off.
Robert Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com
Pig's Whistle Pig
I was in the middle of mother-fucking nowhere in the middle of the night and in the midst of one bitch of a summer storm. The windscreen wipers were operating at top speed but didn't seem to make a blind bit off difference in the torrential rain and, despite having my lights on high-beam, it was still something of a surprise to discover a cow standing in the middle of the road ... a Goddamned cow! I leaned on the horn, slammed on the brakes and tried desperately to swerve to avoid the stupid creature but the excess water on the road just sent my car spiraling across the road and I ended up plowing through a wire fence and smashing in to a tree.
Fuck!
I managed to extricate myself from the car and surveyed the damage. That was one car that wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. The cow regarded me with idle curiosity then calmly crossed the road and began to eat grass.
Bovine bitch ...
As I was considering what the fuck to do next I noticed two spots of lights coming towards me. At first I thought it was the headlights of another vehicle but it turned out to be a couple of torches held by two men who were running towards me. From the light of my own torch I could see they were dressed in jeans and t-shirts and were absolutely saturated.
"You okay?" asked the taller of the pair as a he got to me first.
"I'm fine," I said. "Swerved to avoid a fucking cow... I don't think this car's going anywhere tonight."
"We heard the crash from our place," explained the other guy, "even over the sound of this storm."
"Sure is a dog of a night," added the tall guy.
"I'm sorry to get you guys out on a night like this," I said, "but, honestly, I'm fine. I'll sleep in the car and call for a tow in the morning."
"Like hell you will," said the taller of the two. "You'll spend the night with us. We've got a spare bed and at least you'll be dry and safe. Come on, we're just up the road a bit."
I gratefully accepted their invitation and as I joined them heading up the road I couldn't help but take more notice of my two Knights-in-soggy-armour. We're talking serious eye-candy! Two hot muscular, Greek god types, both around 30 and hot as hell. The shorter guy was about 5'10" with a great body, and the other guy was amazing - 6'5" and a body that was unbelievable for a guy so tall; big strong neck, broad shoulders and huge arms. The wet t-shirts clearly showed off their powerful, defined torsos.
The tall guy introduced himself as Cam and the other guy as Mike.
The place they took me to was just around the corner - a roadside diner called "The Pig's Whistle" that was evidently closed for the night (or 'Clos_d' as the blinking sign out front stated). It certainly wasn't a foie gras and caviar place - more like a greasy burger and fries joint aimed more at the trucker market.
"This is it," said Cam as we entered the kitchen through a side door. "Home sweet home. We've been running this business for the past four years. Long enough to have cooking fat flowing through our veins."
"Shit, Cam," said Mike as he peeled off his soaking clothes, "enough fucking chat! Let's get out of these wet clothes and in to a warm shower."
"I'm up for that," agreed Cam, following suit and stripping down there in the kitchen. "Come on, we can use the trucker's shower so we don't have to wait."
My cock jumped in answer and I started stripping down with them. They had even better bodies than I had imagined. Mike was a beefed up stud with a chest of death, veiny arms and legs, with a beautiful uncut cock. Cam, at 6'5" was an inch taller than me, and had the build of a serious bodybuilder. Muscles everywhere, and what appeared to be a huge cock!
Naked, they lead the way through the kitchen, across the dining area and through a door marked 'Truckers'. Inside was a bathroom with a trough-style urinal, a couple of toilet stalls, a few lockers and an open shower space.
"There are only two shower heads," Mike informed me, turning on the water, "so we'll have to share one. Cam's so fucking huge he usually takes up all the space in there anyway."
Cam just laughed and slapped Mike's chest saying, "So you're complaining now?"
Now there was a statement that piqued my interest... but then my cock started to pulse again, and I put it out of my mind.
'No sense in getting the shit kicked out of me by these two guys for getting a hard-on in the shower,' I thought to myself.
We got in the shower, and though it wasn't as cramped as I would have liked, sharing one showerhead with Mike was great. We kept rubbing up against each other, soapy bodies accidently sliding against one another. It was getting to be too much for me to handle!
While sluicing out his pits Cam looked over at me and complimented me on my build, and asked me how often I worked out. I thanked and him and said I tried to get to the gym four days a week. I told him that I would really like to have a body as developed as his, but that I wasn't dedicated enough to work that hard.
"Cam's the biggest muscle head around. We built a home gym in an old double garage round back and he's always in there whenever he's not working here. But it looks good on him don't you think?" asked Mike innocently.
"You guys both must spend a lot of time in your gym," I answered. "But I have to admit, I don't think I've ever seen a guy as big as Cam."
"What about this?" Cam responded, grinning.
In his hands was the biggest dick I've ever seen, and it was hard as a rock. He had it soaped up and was stroking it slowly. It must have been ten inches, and almost as thick as a beer can. I froze. I couldn't decide if that was an invitation, or a test. I wanted to wait for Cam to make the next move, but too late, my cock had been hungry for action all day, and it rose to the occasion with lightening speed.
"Looks like he likes it, Mike," Cam laughed.
Mike turned me around, and put my hand on his seven inch club, while grabbing mine as he began to stroke my cock up and down. I felt Cam's big hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees, gently but firmly.
"Look at my buddy's cock, boy. You're gonna be sucking that meat soon. But first, I got a surprise for ya."
He turned me around, still kneeling and piss started gushing out of his huge hose.
"Looks like we got a fire to put out, Mike," the stud winked.
Mike let loose behind me, his piss stream strong and hot, splashing in my hair, down my back, and all over my ass. Meanwhile Cam's hot piss was shooting all over my chest and my cock, he was spraying my face and hair, then he pulled my mouth onto his cock and said, "Drink it."
Who was I to argue? Hell! I drank Cam's piss like it was holy water, guzzling his home-made cider, as he kept going and going. Finally, unfortunately, his stream subsided, he lifted me up, and kissed me long and deep.
"I love the taste of my piss in another man's mouth," he said.
They turned off the showers, and I started to get up when Mike said, "Hold on, you're not done yet, boy."
He grabbed a hand towel he had soaked with his piss while I was slurping Cam's hot juice, and told me to open wide. I did, and he started wringing out the towel into my hungry mouth. I drank as much as I could, but unfortunately a lot of it missed my mouth. Mike handed me the towel.
"Suck it," he ordered. I started noisily slurping the towel, sucking as much of him out of the towel as I could.
"Looks like we got a pig, Mike," Cam laughed.
"A thirsty one, too!" Mike agreed. "But now I want a drink!"
Cam lifted me up easily, and said to me, "Help the thirsty man out, won't you?"
I pushed Mike down to his knees, and wasted no time firing a hot load of piss all over his face and into his mouth. Mike drank and drank. He was just as thirsty as I was, by the looks of it. Cam left the shower area, but I was enjoying giving Mike the royal treatment too much to worry about where he was going.
Finally, my bladder emptied, Mike turned me around and started tonguing my ass, working his way to my anxious hole. Nibbling my globes gently, then finally he started rimming me. His tongue darting in and out of my quivering asshole was getting me hotter than hell, and I started jacking my cock with long, slow strokes, I was about to cum when Cam returned with three large cartons of apple juice.
"Hey, fellas," he said, "refill time!"
We drank the juice quickly, all of us with raging hard-ons. Being the helpful person I am, I said "Looks like you guys really need a blow job!"
They laughed and agreed. I got down on my knees in front of Cam. His ten inch cock staring at me with a life of its own. I started by licking his balls, working my way up the base, teasing his huge mushroom head. Finally he couldn't take any more, and shoved my head down on his cock. It was so fuckin' huge that I choked like it was the first cock I'd ever sucked! I started going up and down, slowly getting used to its size, his head getting bigger and bigger in my throat.
"Suck on that hose, boy," Cam urged. Yeah, like I needed any further encouragement!
Meanwhile, Mike was sucking Cam's nipples, slurping loudly. Slowly Mike worked his way down Cam's massive chest, and we both started working Cam's cock together.
It was really hot, sucking cock, and kissing Mike at the same time. Cam turned over to give us a chance at his ass. Mike dove into it with excitement, slurping and sucking on that hole with great passion. I decided Mike's ass needed some attention too so I started working on it, stroking his cock in time with my tongue shooting in and out of his tight hole, his manly scent getting me harder and harder every second.
Then Cam turned over and said he thought I needed to get fucked.
'Whoa!' I thought. 'There's no way that monster's going anywhere near my hole!'
But somehow that thought got lost in the heat of the moment as I found myself throwing my legs in the air and screaming, "Yeah! Come on you big-dicked bastard! Make me your bitch!"
Cam roared with laughter and started greasing up my arse, his fingers teasing, tickling, proding, exploring, easing me open, convincing me that I was going to enjoy this no matter what!
Mike was greasing up Cam's monster dick and moved into position on top of my face. I began greedily slurping on his tight hole. I was about to explode when all of a sudden Cam shifted position, and I felt his rod right on my hole. I braced for impact, and he pushed it in. I yelled out at first, more in surprise of the sudden invasion than from pain. I adjusted my hole, getting used to his girth and then eased myself into focusing on the sheer pleasure he was giving me. My ass has rarely been so full! When he pushed all the way to the base of his cock, I actually felt a pain in my upper abdomen he was going so deep!
Mike was kissing him while he fucked the shit out of me. Long, hard strokes, not too fast. He would pull his cock almost all the way out of my ass, then stroke his head on my tight rosebud, then plunge back in for several strokes. This guy was one seriously good fucker!
Mike started moaning loudly, then he turned over and plowed his dick down my throat just in time for me to eat his hot load of creamy jizz. He kept coming and coming until finally his climax subsided, still leaving his softening cock in my warm mouth.
The taste of Mike's cum, and the feeling of the hot cock pounding my ass, was incredible, but when Mike started washing away the taste of his cum with a stream of hot piss, it was finally too much. I groaned loudly and started shooting load after load, all over my stomach and chest, and a lot even making it onto Mike's broad back, without ever even touching my cock.
Cam was pounding me harder and harder, faster and faster, and as he started to lick my cum from Mike's back, he yelled out, and skewered me on his erupting rod. Stroke after stroke, he kept cumming. Finally he slowed down, and pulled his cock out of me. He stood up and told me to kneel in front of him. As I did, he pushed my head down onto his jizz covered cock, and started pissing down my throat. It was hot and strong, but it had a nice sweet flavor to it.
After another warm shower that involved a lot of groping and kissing, we finally collapsed in a tangle limbs into their bed and slept soundly until they had to open for breakfast the next day.
I managed to get my car towed the next day and completed my journey but I still call in to The Pig's Whistle for apple juice whenever I can ...
Copyright 2011 - Robert Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com All rights reserved
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