Suck This, Fag!

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We flirted for a while across the smoky room until he finally approached me, a couple
fresh Corona’s in his hands. He wore skin tight levi jeans and he had a military crew cut that was waxed into a flattop over his heavy eyebrows. His jaw had a two-day growth of stubble that made him look unkempt and dangerous. I looked into his brown eyes as he offered me the beer.  I could see the bulging hardon in his levis telling me he was hot for me and I thanked the lucky stars that I had, for some reason, decided to drop into the Crow Bar.  Not my usual hangout, the levi & t-shirt club was far off the beaten
track. I had only been there once before, many years ago, but I remembered it was full ofrough and ready musclemen, just what I needed to get my mind off that bitch Joey. How the fuck could he dump me, and on Christmas Eve!

My eyes trailed down the man’s torso to the huge bulge in his levi’s. Ripped, tight abs under waves of profuse fur, his sturdy muscular waist cinched into skin tight Levi’s. His white tee shirt was shoved into his back pocket like a bandanna. The bulge under in his levi’s startled me at first, and I wondered if maybe he was stuffing his basket…but judging by the size of his hands and feet, I guessed not.

We traded names, and chatted mindlessly about absolutely nothing. His name was Shane, and he came here all the time. He told me that my fresh face had attracted his attention, and my hot ass in my tight levi’s had drawn him to me…like a moth to a flame. He held my butt in one hand as he swigged the beer, pulling me closer into his side at the crowded bar. I leaned into him, his powerful arm around my waist, his thick fingers roughly squeezing my levi’s clad ass.

Shane made it clear that he was a total top. If I had any other ideas, we might as well
forget it right now. His bluntness turned me on. Forceful men are my weakness; I love to
be dominated. He told me to take a walk with him; he needed some fresh air. We left the
bar, Shane a pace behind me, his calloused palm on the nape of my neck as he guided me
out the door.

We had gotten around the corner to the grassy parking field behind the bar. Slipping
between two cars, he pulled me around to face him. Pushing hard on my shoulders, he
pressed me down to my knees in the frozen ground. My head buzzed from the Coronas, and from the sheer exhilaration of getting manhandled by this brute. The heat from his crotch warmed my face through his levi’s, as I pushed my nose into the coarse denim. He belt and opened his button-fly, releasing his steaming hot cock into the frigid night air.

Now, I love big cocks, I guess I’m a classic size-queen…but Shane’s dick sticking out of his tight levi’s made my heart skip a beat! Outside of porn websites, I had never seen a slab of pork as thick or as long as the fucking salami he was swinging in my face.

Uncut and only semi-erect, it was at least ten inches and on the increase. It grew out
of a thick, shiny mat of dark brown pubic hair, it’s length richly veined and growing
fatter near the gland as it extended from his crotch.

“SUCK THIS FAG” was tattooed on his belly, just above the his thick leather belt and faded levi’s.

He sneered at me, and told me to do what it says! I held his huge dick in my hand, my
fingers not quite able to reach around its girth. I flicked at his piss-hole with my
tongue and tasted the salty juices dripping from him.

He started to press himself against my lips, and moaned. He was impatient, and wanted
me to get busy. He was definitely rough trade and he wasn’t going to give me any more access than through the fly of his tight levi’s. I took the head into my mouth, gently pulling back on its velvety hood.

His musky aroma hung in the cold air, and I inhaled deeply. The smell of piss and
sweat…his pheromones were making me dizzy with lust. I could only get the gland past
my teeth, then started to gag as Shane guided his cock deeper into my mouth. I panicked
as he pressed insistently against the back of my throat with his meaty rod. I sucked air
through my nose one last time before he forced his shaft down my throat, cutting off my
breathing.

He cupped my head in his oversize hands and held me firmly on his dick for several
seconds before releasing me. My face was pressed against his levi’s that smelled like they
had been worn without washing for weeks if not months. I felt the slippery wet shank of his cock slide out of my mouth. I choked and gasped for air. I looked up at Shane, his massive chest hiding his face, as he laughed at my struggle. His cock, as thick as a beer can, was slick with my spit. He guided my face back to its task.

He held a small brown bottle in front of my nose as the fat cock slid against the roof
of my mouth. I recognized the sweet heady scent of poppers. Giving in to it, I inhaled
deeply. He poured a small amount of the liquid onto his levi’s. My head swam, as Shane’s unbelievably big dick seemed to grow even larger as he crammed it down my throat. I took it all, pressing my nose into his ripe crotch. He kept the bottle close to my face as he pulled out of my head, then thrust back in. I fell into his rhythm, and soon he was fucking my face like a rutting bull. He pulled the amyl bottle up to his nose, as I sensed his cum rushing up the engorged shaft wedged firmly in my throat. He pulled his obscene beast out at the last second, discharged an enormous surge of semen onto my face. The first shot hit me in the nose. It ran down my upper lip, and I licked at it hungrily. He shot the next round into my eye, and pulled it down my cheek with his slimy cock.

Pushing it back into my mouth, Shane released his next load deep into my throat. I
swallowed hard, taking the salty hot fluid into my belly. Shane pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth, and then uncontrollably shot another big load in my hair, and then he stuffed it back into his jeans. A big wet spot on his levi’s told me he shot a final load in his pants. My head cleared, and I became aware of how fucking arctic it was out here in the lot! My knees were wet, and my ears burned from the biting cold. I heard voices, and looked over my shoulder. There stood five men, grinning and clapping at me. I felt humiliated, yet somehow I was proud and very excited! I felt my erection growing
and a wet spot in my levi’s. I looked back to see Shane getting into a Jeep. I cursed and
spat the last of his cum from my mouth as the big jerk drove away. Not even a
fucking thank-you!

The men had followed us out of the bar, and had been watching as Shane stuffed my face
with his dick. The show was over, so the group broke up and went back inside, except one. He came over and pulled me off my knees. I shivered as he guided me to a big black
Lincoln Navigator parked on the edge of the field. The alarm chirped and the engine
started as he opened the door and eased me into the passenger seat. I felt warm air
from the dash as the car’s heater took the chill off the leather interior.

The man went around to the other side and got in next to me, where I saw him clearly for the first time. About six-two, he was not as big as Shane was, but much more attractive. His black hair fell in rings on his forehead, and he wore thick curly sideburns that grew across his face into a bushy moustache. A set of impossibly white teeth glistened in the blue-green light from the Navigator’s instrument panel. His flannel shirt was open to the waist, revealing silky black hair that curled over the edge of the tank that was stretched across his awesome pecs. His levi’s were pulled tightly over bulging thighs, and he wore heavy black leather Harley Davidson boots.

He introduced himself as Ernesto. He had a Latin accent, although I couldn’t tell if it
was Spanish or points south. He had a flask of whiskey on the seat. He passed it to me and I drank deeply, the warm sweet liquid washing the taste of Shane’s cock from my mouth. We kissed, his breath warm and sweet, smoky and intoxicating. He ordered me into the back of the SUV, where the rear seats were down and the floor of the cab was covered in a wooly plaid throw. Ernesto put a Christmas CD in the car’s stereo and started to strip off his tight levi’s, so I followed his lead. Soon he joined me, naked, and I fell into his arms. Ernesto hummed “Felice Navidad” as he pulled me into his embrace (Somehow, with the grass and the booze, this didn’t seem at all odd). His body was flawless, a deep golden tan, every muscle defined and chiseled as if from a solid block of granite. The inky black hair that spread across his chest was shiny and soft, running in a silky trail down his belly and exploding in a thick mat around his perfect cock.

His hands wrapped around my butt, and Ernesto inserted his two index fingers into my
asshole. It was clear what he wanted, and he intended to waste no time getting it. I
asked for some lubricant. He snickered and reached over me to the front seat. His balls
were large, and fell heavily between his hairy thighs. His eight inches bounced in my
face, dark and ominous. I kissed it as he hovered there, looking for the lube. A pearly
drop of cum clung to my lip. Ernesto settled back down next to me and began massaging
the grease into my asshole. He handed me a condom, and I rolled it down his mighty
phallus as he pressed his hot lips against mine. His fingers stretching my rosy pucker
felt fantastic! I arched my back, letting him know I was ready to take his manhood into
my ass. The CD ended, the Christmas carols stopped, and the car fell into silence except
for the hum of the engine and the steady whir of the dash vents blowing warm air over
our sweating bodies. He rolled over on top of me, his chest pressed into mine, his face
inches away from my pleading eyes. I felt the weight of his body as he hooked his arms
under my knees and flipped my legs over his shoulders; my ass lifted off the floor to
meet his amazing cock. Ernesto cooed softly in my ear, his warm breath on my neck, as
he guided himself to my man cunt. He spoke in Spanish, but I understood. He was going
to fuck me, and I had better get ready for it.

He grabbed my head and looked me fully in the face as he buried himself in my rectum,
with one great thrust. I screamed as his cock stretched me open, filling me completely.
He watched my anguish, a wicked smile on his handsome face as my eyes glazed over and I cried out in agony. Soon the intense pain subsided as Ernesto’s throbbing cock began massaging my prostate, deep in my gut. He fucked me slowly and deeply, his hips
slapping against my ass as his big meaty pole entered and re-entered my man-pussy,
stopping every minute or so to let his balls relax so he wouldn’t cum too soon. I
prayed for him to cum immediately, to stop the pain, stop this exquisite torture…but
he was masterful, he knew how to control his orgasm, and I knew he would be able to fuck me for as long as he wanted.

About ten minutes had gone by since he first assaulted my ass, although it felt like
hours. Ernesto pulled his rigid staff out of my stretched out asshole and turned me over
on my stomach. I steeled myself for a new attack. He mounted me; his big arms like
pillars of muscle as he held himself suspended over me, as if he were about to do a set
of pushups. His stiff throbbing dick pressed against my gaping hole, and I felt him
slowly re-enter me. The pain was pretty much gone, my ass was so stretched and numbed by the brutal fucking. I only felt the incredible feeling of his unrelenting member
massaging my prostate, his thickly veined rod creating almost unbearable heat as it
rubbed through my asshole. Ernesto held the bottle to my lips, and I took another
swallow of the Southern Comfort. I had survived the misery, and I was quickly entering
ecstasy.

Ernesto lay on top of me, his sweat running down over us and soaking the blanket around me. It felt good. I was full of this man; I had his enormous cock entirely inside me. (Getting fucked is always good, but getting fucked by a monster cock is like no other
feeling in the world! The experience is so completely satisfying…if you can overcome
that pain threshold and live through it.) He pulled us over on our sides, his rock hard
body pressed into mine, like two spoons. I felt his chest heaving against my shoulder
blades, his cock pulsing in my butt with every heartbeat. He reached for my nipples,
massaging them gently at first, but soon twisting them hard in his fingers. I grabbed
my dick and began to jerk myself to his beat. I was very close, and I told him. Ernesto
shouted out, plunging his cock deeper into me than I thought possible. He thrashed
wildly, knocking the breath out of me with his pounding thrusts. Finally he came…great
heaving volleys of cum, deep inside my slippery ass. He shuddered, gasped, and collapsed next to me on the blanket. I blew my nut across the blanket, splattering drops of creamy white cum on the wheel well.

We lay there for a long time, his cock softening in my hand.

I finally pulled the cum-filled sac from his still huge dick and pulled it to my face.
His thick mucus oozed out, and I tasted it. Ernesto got turned on watching this, and
took the condom from me. Holding it over my face, he fed the last of his creamy Christmas gift to me, and I swallowed. When I looked out the window of the Navigator, I saw his friends had not gone back into the bar and were watching me get fucked. I was ready for another pair of tight levi’s and a heavy load of cum.

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