Sexpig in Paradise Joss Parsons Copyright 2001
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As soon as I stepped off the plane, I knew that this was going to be a perfect vacation. The air was warm and sweet, the sky so blue it made your eyes water and standing around shootin' the shit instead of offloading the luggage, were some hot local boys - smooth brown skin, thick black hair and total islander attitude. As a mainlander or haole, I was just above pond scum in their book. Being a non-surfing haole lowered me even further. I smiled to myself. As soon as I wrapped my hot haole mouth around of one of those chunky mocha colored dicks, they'd drop the attitude - quick.
On my last trip I had learned that for all their racist attitudes, the "bruddahs" were just as eager to get a and quick and nasty blow job as their mainland counterparts. And getting it from a haole gave `em an even better reason to despise me. Like I give a shit. And if one of the local boys wasn't willing or available, I bag myself some other man- men.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Joss, born n bred in the Windy City - maybe that's where I got my insatiable desire for blow jobs. I take these vacations to get the fuck outta the flatlands and taste some exotic male flesh. Don't get me wrong - I ain't too particular- I like em young, old, fat, buffed, any color and any nationality. All I need is a decent-size dick to suck, a willing (or better yet, unwilling) hole to fuck and some tits to work over with my hands and teeth and I'm set. If I can get a little S&M goin', then I'm in fuckin' paradise. And if I can get a lotta S&M, then I'm in heaven Just call me your basic Sexpig.
I picked up the rental car while I waited for my baggage to get sorted out - or not, in my case. After an hour after touchdown, I had the keys to my shiny rentabox but no bags showed from the mainland. After waiting two more flights and trying to keep my cool with the totally laid back locals in the lost luggage booth who could have given a flyin' fuck, I figured, what the hell. I'd drive the car to the nearest beach, shed my clothes and take in some sun. I could always have the luggage delivered to my hotel room later.
I drove the car north until I came upon a sign that said beach and county park. This looked good and I eased the rental off the macadam onto a dirt road which snaked beneath the ironwood trees. I pulled into a dusty lot next to a couple of beatup pickup trucks with surfboards on the back. I had to pee real bad and was glad to spot a large restroom/shower facility down toward the beach.
I took off my shoes and socks and gingerly made my way across the scruffy seagrass. The restroom was big, clean and open to the air. There was a shower room, some stalls and some benches. Outside the palm trees whipped noisily in the breeze.
I took a whizz, glad to have my meat in hand again after the long flight. I looked for any graffiti offering gay sex - nuthin'. Oh well. I heard that there were some pretty hot nude beaches up on the north end of the island.
Just as I was stuffin' my big ol' flopper in my pants, I heard the shuffle of feet on the pavement outside. I held my breath and remained at the urinal. In walked a stout young guy with black hair and moustache, part-Hawaiian, part Portuguese - a common mix in the islands. He stood at the second urinal, starin' at the wall in front of him. He had a white shirt unbuttoned half way and I gave a sideway glance at the bare chest and brown nipples. He caught my glance and smiled. He pulled his dick outta his pants and backed away from the urinal, inviting me to take a look. It was half stiff and uncut - not real long but with that fat look to it that meant it be pretty thick when fully hard.
He whispered, "come back to my car. I wanna taste your dick." He zipped up without another word. I followed behind, trying to be not too obvious even though my boner had tented out my shorts.
We got in his car and drove further down the dirt road. He pulled behind a screen of shrubs and parked. He unzipped again and pulled down his pants. He had beautiful legs, hairless and muscular. His plug of a dick was rearin' out of the foreskin, all red and shiny. His balls were big and covered with bristly hair.
I unzipped and pulled down my shorts. The trick's eyebrows shot up as he took in my honker. Most guys do the same. Although not much longer than 7 inches, I gotta dick head that could choke a horse and balls to match. He didn't waste time but sunk his mouth right on down. I lifted my hips and jammed the cockhead against the back of his throat, knowin' that would bring tears to his eyes. I grabbed his glossy hair and forced his mouth down further. He tried to back off but I just kept the pressure on; lovin' the feel of my haole plunger down his hot throat. His resistance musta been for show - he grabbed at his meat and began flailin' away, grunting like a wild pig. I slid my other hand down towards his hard hairy nuts and gave `em an evil squeeze. He groaned and I squeezed a little harder. Whoa daddy - just what the little whore needed! His dick head turned bright red and was about ready to pop his wad. The trick was definitely hot to trot!
As he began to pant, I let him lift his head. He threw it back against the headrest as I continued tightening my grip on his meaty nuts. He whispered, "no, no, no" and tried to push my hand away. I jerked his nuts away from his dick and twisted his sac hard. With a stifled scream, he began to shoot thick blasts of cum all over the steering wheel and dashboard, his body twitchin' in a mix of pain and ecstasy.
I let up on my grip, then leaned over and kissed the panting mouth. He reared back in surprise - kissing ain't usually part of the tearoom scene. I couldn't help it - with his moist red lips and sweat pouring down the muscular brown throat - he was fuckin' edible. And with the soft winds blowin' and the palms swaying, I felt..well.fuckin' romantic.
After catchin', his breath, he wiped himself off with a rag and asked, "what about you, dude?" I smiled and said, "I'm here for ten days - I got plenty of time to get off."
He stroked his abused nuts, stared at me for a moment and then said, "listen, if you like group scenes, come back here tomorrow night. I got some buddies you would like." I nodded and asked what time. He told me and I squeezed his nuts viciously one more time and said, "'til then." I slipped out of the car and made my way down the dusty path.
His car disappeared and I trudged through the undergrowth and promptly got lost in the maze of paths. I finally crested a small dune and stopped. Sittin' on a downed tree looking out at the waves was an older white guy with no shirt on. His skin was tough and freckled from the sun and his crewcut bleached-out white. He had long, well muscled legs, like he spent a lot of time playing tennis. His shorts were baggy and hung low on his pelvis. The scruffy edge of his pubes showed. In his hand was a brew. His other hand was fondling his nubby tit. Wiry muthuh' but real, real butch. Definitely ex-service - you can always tell.
I approached him, being sure to make enough noise so he knew I was coming. He glanced up at me with the bluest fuckin' eyes I have ever seen. He waved the beer can in a vague salute and scooted over on the log, a silent invitation to sit my ass down.
I took him up on it and we both stared out at the Pacific. I smelled his hot skin burnin' under the tropical sun and the odor of beer and sweat - a total turn on. He reached into a small cooler pack sittin' on the trunk next to him and offered me a beer. I smiled my thanks and took a big swig. The brew glugged down my throat and felt nice `n cool in the intense sun which was burnin' through my sweaty tee.
Finally, I spoke up. "Pretty spot but fuckin' hot. Don't you worry `bout sunburn?" I gestured toward my own corpse-white legs, buried beneath wool for the last 6 months hiding from the midwesten winter.
The hot dude said, "I've lived here for 8 years - I'm pretty careful. Course, I can't do any skinny dipping cept at night." He shot me sly look. Real subtle, this dude.
I took another gulp. "Well, you gotta a hellavu great tan line - hope I can get one in less than 8 years." Takin' his cue, he smiled and stood up. His shorts dropped even lower on his lean hips. There was a clear line between his weatherbeaten torso and smooth white pelvis.
Under the baggy shorts, I could see the shadow of his curved dick - obviously no underwear. He crushed his empty can and asked if I wanted another. I still had half a can so I declined. The stud then bent over the tree trunk to stash the discarded can in his backback. As he bent over, his shorts slipped down over his ass cheeks `til a hint of his crack could be seen. For an older guy, his ass was beautiful - hairless, muscular and white. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his lower back and trickle down over the half-covered cheeks. I licked my lips. If this wasn't a fuckin' invite, I didn't know what was!
I hopped off the log and slid in behind him. As he started to straighten up, I slammed my hand, forearm and elbow on his lower back, forcibly preventing him from rising. I then immediately squatted down, stuck my snout right into the hot sweaty crack and began tonguing his ass like a fuckin' dog. He groaned loudly and then undid his shorts. They fell to his feet, showin' off his rounded ass. It was a sight - perfect for a belt or whip. Unfortunately, I didn't pack either with my flipflops, so instead I slapped the inside of his right leg - hard. He spread his legs wide in obedience - a well-trained bitch. I grabbed my beer can and poured the remaining beer over his ass, watching the foam slip down towards his hole.
Although startled, the dude remained ass up in the air. I plunged a finger into his foamy, yeasty hole and then stuck it in my mouth. Yum. Clean, wet and hot - ready for my dick which was by now yappin' for attention.
I grabbed a condom from my pocket (I always carry plenty of `em - never know when I will need to plug a hole) lowered my shorts and let em fall. I pulled down my sweaty jockstrap off over my bare feet and threw it on the log beside my trick.
The dude hunkered down further onto the log, his stiffie slidin' between his legs. I grabbed his fat tool which already was tricklin' pre-cum and began to beat it hard. With my free had, I slid on the rubber; lovin' the feel of latex strangling my huge dickhead and then slidin' down my rigid rod.
I slapped the head right on top of the bung hole. The bitch felt how big my monster was and began to pucker up his hole in reaction. I thought, way too late to say no, pussyhole! I gave his ass a quick crack with my open hand and was gratified to see him flinch but still remain in the receiving position. A second, harder crack and he got the message. His hot bunghole relaxed and the tension went out of his shoulders.
Teasingly, I slid my dick over and slightly into his hole, causin' my man to groan softly. I wanted to hear him groan louder so thrust my hips forward and rammed the head hard into his ass. It worked, he gave a yelp of pain and whispered, "no, man - pull it out - it's too fucking big."
Funny, seems like most of my tricks waste a lotta time sayin' "no" when it is clear that I only take yes for an answer! To shut him up, I grabbed my funky sweaty jock and stuffed it into his protesting mouth, thinkin' that it should be a real treat for him.
Prior to getting' on the plane at O'Hare and flyin' for eight sweat hours, I had shot a little wad of cum while watchin' a black maintenance man piss into the urinal next to me - just love big black dicks pouring out hot yellow piss!
Still resisting me, I slapped my reluctant fuck's ass again and told him to shut the fuck up and take it like a soldier. That did the trick. He grabbed the jock outta his mouth and began to avidly lick the piss stains and patches of dried cum.
Now a happy Sexpig, I began to roughly bang the stud, using the ol' piston approach, bringing the head just past the lips of his anus and then porkin' him hard and fast. It musta hurt like hell but he didn't whimper again and his dick grew harder and harder.
I knew I was goin' shoot soon so I pulled out abruptly. I grabbed what I could of the crew cut and spun my slave around. He was backed up against the log in a half-crouch, still lickin' the jock and eyeing me warly. I slapped the jock out of his hands, stepped forward and shot my wad in his startled face. Thick jism splashed across his cheeks and dribbled down onto his lips. Grabbing his tits, I pulled him up to his feet as I continued to shoot a straight line of sperm down his neck and chest. It was like doing graffiti with cum!
Spent, I dropped to my knees and started to stuff his cock into my mouth. It was my turn to be surprised. He slapped me real hard across the head and barked, "You ain't gettin' none of my spunk `til I know your mouth is clean." I backed off, pissed but really turned on, too. Although I had just shot, my meat began to stiffen up again.
"Open your mouth!" I did. "Close your eyes." I did. A stream of hot piss struck my open mouth and cascaded down over my chin onto my chest. It was my turn to groan. I gobbled up as much of his manjuice as I could, lettin' it flow down my throat just like it had been beer. Probably was.
I could almost hear the man smile as he unloaded a gallon of hot stinky piss all over my chest and shoulders. His stream subsided and the wind began to dry the piss on my chest.
"Okay, bitch, open your eyes." Two inches from my mouth was his cock. He stared down and me, his eyes hot and mean. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the throat and forced my head back. He stepped forward, straddled my shoulders with those lean, muscular legs and shoved his honker down my throat. I could barely breath as he continued to lower himself on my face, his fat ol' nuts crushing my nose. All I could smell was his hot sweat drippin' down his legs and pourin' off his cock. He road me like a carousel horse, his big ol' club ridin' up and down my raped throat without mercy.
My trick's legs began to tremble and I felt his nuts churn. He was gonna blast. My mouth was flooded with bitter hot cum which slid down my throat as I swallowed frantically. A final spasm and he withdrew his tool. I had spots before my eyes, I was so outta breath.
He stepped back into his shorts and sat back down on the log. He grabbed another brew. I put my jock back on, now all wet and chewed, as the guy watched. I turned around to grab my shorts, my hairy cheeks framed by the straps. My trick said, "next time, I'm gonna fuck your whoreass and see if you're as tough as you make out. Think you're man enough, cunt?"
I smiled grittily in response. "Tell ya what, why don't you be at the restroom at 9:00 tomorrow night. Then we'll find out." I hadn't forgotten the slap up side the head or the insults. No one calls me cunt without payin' for it - big time.
"It's a deal." He raised his can in farewell and I slipped back down to the road.
Tomorrow night, I thought - the night when I was gonna meet my first trick's buddies for a fuck fest. I smiled to myself. My military man was gonna be in for a real fuckin' surprise - a multicultural gang rape! I got two simple rules: sex with men is the only game in town - and Sexpig always wins.
The end