Welcome to the world of mansploitation fiction by M.N. Manmacker! It’s a series of linked stories involving man-on-man action in a world full of homoerotic situations, alpha males and raunchy, filthy rutting!
Welcome to the world of mansploitation fiction by M.N. Manmacker! It’s a series of linked stories involving man-on-man action in a world full of homoerotic situations, alpha males and raunchy, filthy rutting!
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What does “mansploitation” mean?
À la 70s femsploitation and blaxsploitation movies, mansploitation stories emphasize masculine gender roles in ways that are sexy beyond belief!
Mansploitation stories use a floating, mobile timeline, like a classic cartoon or sitcom.
1: That means time moves forward but the characters mostly don’t — in other words, a college student character will always be a college student, even as the year changes. References and technologies will advance as well. This is a floating timeline.
2: Stories are set in various locations, characterized principally by the bar Lipsweet. For example, when Lipsweet is in Martinsburg, West Virginia, it is a rough-and-tumble strip club dominated by rednecks and hicks in the modern day. When Lipsweet is in Santa Monica, California, it is a modern-day cholo bar. When it is in Baton Rouge, it is a 1930s speakeasy , and when it is in Los Angeles, it is a beachfront bar in the 1980s. The characters will be translated to each setting but will remain mostly the same. Some storylines will unfold along different times and places. This is a mobile timeline.
3: Don’t worry too much about continuity. Some developments, mainly new characters, continue into future stories. But mostly, characters and situations reset in each new story. I try to keep character details consistent, but I have lots of oopsies (e.g., characters changing surnames, etc.). It’s a multiverse thing, deal with it.
Mansploitation stories have subtitles.
The subtitles are formatted like this: “A Lifelong Bachelors Mansploitation Novel” or “A Forceful Alphas Mansploitation Novella”.
Ultra-Raunchy: real dirty stuff, hobos, piss, rimjobs, etc
Mansploitation stories have pictures!
Most stories feature pictures, which are generated by AI. AI produces far superior images for my purposes compared to stock photo.
While images are intended to bring to mind a specific character, they don’t exactly correspond to descriptions in the book. That’s partially because AI isn’t real precise with things like ages, hairstyles and tattoos, but also it simply provides a little variety, so readers don’t feel locked in to a look that may not be their ideal. In any case, just like with stock photos, think of it as less the “actual look” of a character and more a head shot of an actor who could play that character — i.e., hair and makeup will change, they might be a little off in various ways, but they have the right attitude, atmosphere and ambiance to represent the character.
Avery’s sudden encounter with the white trash hunk Calloway leads to some intense rough trade, as he gets to swing on the trashiest redneck this side o’ the holler!
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Calloway Hitch stumbled home, exhausted. His boss dropped him off at just past four o’clock in the morning at the entrance to Smashwood Trailer Park. He probably would have driven into the trailer park, right to Calloway’s front door if Calloway had asked him to. But he hadn’t asked. He didn’t want him to do that, it was too awkward. He thought there was a chance his girlfriend had kicked him out. He didn’t want to get dropped off at a trailer with a sign on the door saying Calloway fuck off! It would be awkward. Calloway was used to it. He could just sleep on the grass, and his boss would never have to know what a deadbeat he was. It wasn’t like he wasn’t already dirty. He worked on a road crew rebuilding the parking lot at the local hospital. His job involved standing around, sometimes for hours, then working furiously to dig trenches. It wasn’t specialized labor but it was boring and it was physically arduous and it left him covered head to toe in dirt. Clumps of dirt clung to every scrap of skin that was visible, and some had even gotten under his pants somehow — he was shirtless because it was a hot Mississippi night, so his chest was absolutely covered in dirt. It had been mud originally, but it dried into just plain dirt. The farther he got from his boss’s truck, the more tired he became. The adrenaline flowed out of his veins, and every step he took was wearying. He was increasingly sure his girlfriend would have found a reason to be pissed at him. Sure enough, when he got close to the trailer, he saw a piece of paper on the door to his trailer. He groaned. He felt so tired he didn’t even want to keep going to read it. He could just curl up here on the grass and sleep. But he wanted to read it. What if the note said Daenerys has a fever, we’re at the hospital? He’d look like an absolute piece of shit if he never showed up to see his own daughter at the hospital just because he was too lazy to get close enough to read the note. So he staggered there on tired legs. Sure enough it read fuck off Calloway yr child spprt check bounced again will call cops if u come in go away go away go away. He let out a growl aimed at no one in particular. He didn’t understand why that check had bounced, he had thought there was enough money in there to cover it. “Goddamn fuck!” He shouted at the sky. He knew he ought to be quiet, but he was upset and he needed to express it. Somewhere a dog barked. A light turned on in the trailer. Calloway groaned and spat on the ground. He didn’t want to get in trouble and he couldn’t handle getting arrested again, but if that bitch baby-mama of his was going to come out here, he was going to defend himself. “There you are, Calloway, you piece of shit! Daenerys needs school clothes-“ “So do I, bitch!” Calloway shouted, pointing at his shirtless body and tattered old jeans. His girlfriend wore one of his oversized tee shirts over a pair of shorts. She came out with a baseball bat in her hand. She was red-faced and puffy because she had been asleep — and probably was binge-drinking — until moments ago. “You told me you’d pay up this month-“ “I tried, but you kept borrowin’ money for beer-“ “Don’t try to pawn this off on me, you deadbeat piece-of-shit-“ “If I’m a dead beat, you’re an entire dead rap-“ Not that far away, Avery woke up with a start. He had found an empty trailer in the Smashwood Trailer Park and moved in yesterday. He went outside just in time to see Calloway curse at some of the neighbors who had poked their heads out of their trailers. Nobody called the cops in places like this, not unless it was absolutely necessary, they just shouted at Calloway and “that bitch” to shut up. “Why don’t you go suck that cop’s dick again?!” Calloway shouted at her as she backed into the trailer. “Maybe his cum is beer! You dumbass bitch!” He faced the neighbors in the rest of the trailer park. “She loves sucking off cops! She especially likes that fat motherfucker Heartley!” Some people snickered. It wasn’t clear if they were laughing at Calloway for calling Officer Heartley fat or if they were laughing at Calloway’s girlfriend for sucking off a cop. Calloway smiled victoriously — he had obviously interpreted it as the latter, but the look on his girlfriend’s face as she went inside suggested she thought it was the former. Calloway tried to look like he was confident and proud as he chose a spot on the grass. It was on her property, in front of her trailer, but it was close to the road. The grass was cool and dewy. It actually felt very good — it was moist, the cold wetness sliding over his bare chest and forming clean rivulets that ran down his chest. Once some of the filth had been wiped off, a few tattoos were visible, pale looping lines, soldiers carrying American flags and an iron cross on his neck. Clumps of mud fell off his taut, leanly muscled chest. Avery watched him settle out and lay down. Calloway didn’t last very long though before he got back up and looked around to see who was up. Calloway didn’t go to bed without drinking. He wasn’t an alcoholic, mind you, he just didn’t go to bed without drinking. He often had only a few drinks, it was just a way to relax and get sleepy. But of course he didn’t have any, and his girlfriend wasn’t about to let him in to nab a beer (she had probably drank it all anyway). No one else was even awake.Was he going to have to sleep totally sober? “Psst! Hey,” Avery said, approaching him in the darkness. Calloway nodded at him as though he often chose to sit, covered in dirt and dew, in the grass at four o’clock in the morning. He didn’t recognize Avery. “Sup, man.” “Hi. I’m Avery.” “Sup.” “I just moved in across the way,” Avery said. He pointed to his new trailer. “Cool.” Calloway paused, then said, “Hey, you got any liquor? I need a drink. No biggie, I just need a little-“ “I do in my trailer, yeah,” Avery said. He came closer and sat down in the grass next to him. “I’ll give it to you. I’ve got five bottles — I filled out my bar when I moved in. I got a bottle each of vodka, brandy, rum, gin and tequila.” “Ah, no shit? What? What’d you say your name was?” He looked at Avery as though he really mattered now. “Avery.” “Cool. Hey Avery, I’m Calloway. Lemme get a drink of that rum,” he said. As he said it, he thought there had to be a catch. This trailer park was home to tons of poor white trash like him — not quite as poor or as trashy as him, but still, no one who lived here believed there was such a thing as “extra rum”, and they never had bottles around the trailer without a plan to drink them in the near future. “Sure, sure, but first… Will you cornhole me?” Calloway paused for a long time, his face emotionless. Then he furrowed his eyebrows. The dirt that clung to his skin cracked because he didn’t often move in that direction, and little bits of it dropped over his face and his bare chest. “What?” “Cornhole me,” Avery said. “I wanna taste your dick and feel you in my ass — you gotta cum inside me. You don’t pull out, do you?” “Uh… What?” Avery smiled. He reached for Calloway’s crotch, and Calloway sucked in his breath and scooted back. Calloway licked his lips. Avery moved very slowly so Calloway could get away if he wanted to. But Calloway just watched as Avery’s hand grabbed his cock through those mud-choked jeans. “Is that cool? I’ll give you the best dome of your life, man.” “Right here? I mean…” “Yeah, it’s gotta be here,” Avery said. “It’s not that public.” They were not illuminated by the street lights strung up to the trees along the dirt road through the trailer park, and it was four o’clock in the morning, so no one was around. It was barely “in public” at all. Calloway had a hollow hick laugh, and his heavily tattooed body shook. He was very muscular — not like a bodybuilder, like a worker, with heavily overdeveloped shoulders because he spent a lot of time digging trenches. He also spent most of his money on bills, debt, court fees and child support, with a hefty amount going to booze, weed and some occasional pills. He spent virtually no money on food. So there was no padding anywhere on his body. Avery gently stroked his dick through his pants as Calloway hemmed and hawed, and Avery’s other hand began to touch his ribs. He had a perfectly flat belly, with not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen. That didn’t mean he had a six-pack though. He didn’t go to the gym or work out in an organized enough fashion for an actual six-pack, his abs weren’t that well-developed. His limbs were skinny despite the corded-muscles attached to them. Avery suspected he smoked meth, which wasn’t true — but only because he had cleaned up when he was last in prison. Calloway had smoked meth for years before getting locked up. Now he didn’t see any of that other stuff as being real drug use: the weed, the pills, none of that mattered as long as he stayed off the meth. “Fine,” Calloway said. He smiled nervously, revealing his jagged teeth with a gaping hole on the front-bottom. He was missing a few teeth in the back too. He leaned over on his back on the grass, raising his arms over his head so he didn’t have to watch it happen. “Have you ever been jerked off by a man before?” Avery asked. He unzipped Calloway’s jeans and pulled his dick out. It was long and not that thick, just like Calloway’s body, but it looked tasty. He flopped it over his face, and chased it with his tongue. When he did finally get a taste of it, Calloway shuddered and shook like he hadn’t thought that would really happen. “Uh…” Calloway blushed. His voice was weak and wavery. “In prison, once. That was… not, uh… like this.” That had been totally different. His father had told him once that it ain’t none of that shit if there ain’t no females around, like in the Army. Calloway had taken that to heart. That had been the one thing he had been excited about in prison — getting jerked off by prison bitches all the time. But it hadn’t really turned out like he had thought. Sissies in prison weren’t treated as bitches, they were treated like queens. They got to do anything they wanted. The one sissy Calloway had wanted to get dome from — because he was very girlish and had excellent, thick lips — refused on account of Calloway being a filthy hick who smelled like ball-sweat. Not only was Calloway not allowed to force anyone into giving him dome, he couldn’t even pay or beg for one — he had only ever gotten that one nut off because he spent all weekend showering, even buying cologne in the Commissary, and then he had had to take “his man” out “on a date” in his prison cell. It had taken weeks to set up. It was more difficult to get jerked off on in the inside than it was on the outside. This, however, had happened so quickly and so suddenly Calloway was still pondering it when it had happened. His pants were virtually ripped down and his cock plopped right into Avery’s mouth. At last, he felt a twinge of pleasure. This dome was a little weird and awkward and he prayed that no one was awake to look out their window — even in the darkness, they could probably see what was happening — it was a full moon tonight, after all. His dick soon firmed up in Avery’s mouth, long and throbbing against his tongue. Avery deep-throated him until his nose was buried in Calloway’s bushy pubic hair. The taste was raunchy and sour, and it made Avery gag most deliciously. Calloway’s dick had the flavor of dirt and mud from the day’s work, and even more intensely, an underscent of old, stale dirt, the scent of dried mud and of dusty rooms, all clinging to his dick. There were even clumps of what Avery could only assume was actual dirt, or maybe some sort of grease or oil, since it had a rather chemical, astringent flavor to it. It was actually engine oil, from when Calloway had given his boss an oil change for a few extra dollars. That had been three days ago, and Calloway hadn’t showered since then. So that extra-ripe funk emanating from his ballsac was all the stale sweat that had collected in the humid area between his legs. It felt good to have his pants down and his cock out. Calloway didn’t get to wash that often, so his crotch didn’t get bared that often either. He sighed and tried to concentrate on how good this dome felt — he had to admit it was the best dome he’d had in awhile. “Goddamn,” he said as he lit a cigarette. He hadn’t intended to smoke any more before he went to sleep tonight — he was trying to conserve his cigarettes — but this seemed like a fortuitous enough even to justify it. Besides, he always smoked when he got dome. He was saving enough in getting this free rum that it didn’t seem that important — he could use the money he saved by not needing to buy alcohol for a few days to buy more cigarettes instead. He could even buy a carton, he thought, which would save him even more money. His cock leaked precum that coated Avery’s throat and tongue. Avery guzzled it down greedily, slathering spit all up and down that greasy dick. He didn’t use his hands, preferring to sneak up and over his raunchy body. His muscles rippled beneath Avery’s touch. Then Avery pulled off and slurped on his balls, which were so sour with funk that he gagged violently. The taste brought tears to his eyes. There was so much sweat there it tasted like he had splashed his tongue into a puddle of muddy taint-juice. “Ha!” Calloway pumped his bicep as though he had been hoping to make Avery gag like that. He blushed a little too, though that wasn’t visible beneath the layer of mud that still dappled his cheeks. His taint-hairs tickled Avery’s tongue as he licked the spot beneath Calloway’s ballsac. “You are a fuckin’ nasty freak… — Avery, I mean,” he said when he remembered Avery’s name. He flopped his dick over Avery’s face. This, Calloway thought, was what he had been expecting out of prison bitches. He thought there’d be lots of gagging and he’d get to mollywop his prison bitch on the cheek. He did that now as Avery slurped on his balls and retched. He slapped his cock over Avery’s face, again and again. He chuckled to himself. Now that he had done it this way, all nasty and humiliating and raunchy, he was glad he had done it romantically and sweetly in prison — this was a funnier idea than an actuality. “Are you ready to get in my ass?” Avery asked. He blushed because of the disgusted look on Calloway’s face. Calloway shrugged and sighed. “I guess so.” He had refused to do anal in prison. It just seemed too gross, he thought. Those prison-sissies probably had old cumwads drying in their ass. Every time he watched his cellmate do it — Calloway tried to look away when it happened, but like a car accident, he couldn’t always look away — he thought he saw little dried flecks of cum on the man’s cock. It wasn’t easy to see if that’s really what it was, not without getting on his knees and peering closely — which he wasn’t going to do — it could have been bits of fuzz from the prison-issued underwear, for example. But it seemed like it could have been dried up, old cum, and he wasn’t going to let himself touch that. No way. That was nasty. Avery, he could be somewhat confident, wouldn’t have cumwad still soaking into his ass. Avery bent over the grass, with his ass high in the air, swaying back and forth. Avery used one hand to spread his asscheeks, revealing a tight brown hole that beckoned. Calloway whistled. “Damn, that looks tight. I know it ain’t, it can’t be — you must be nasty-loose on account of you wanderin’ ‘round trailer parks gettin’ it up the ass…” Avery giggled and shook his ass. “Yeah. You got a good point. I’m good at keeping it tight though. Go ahead and just ram it in.” Calloway grimaced. He normally would hold his dick in his hand and guide it in, but he didn’t want to do that because it would mean he had to touch Avery’s ass with his hands. He instead closed his eyes and tried to jab it in with no hands — but of course he just missed. He rammed it into Avery’s asscheek, leaving a moist spot of precum. “You missed, dude,” Avery said with a giggle. A blush bloomed on Calloway’s face again. He was glad no one could see. He looked like he was fumbling through his first time. He grimaced and tried again, this time getting it close into Avery’s cheeks. He found the hole but had trouble getting his dick in without touching Avery’s ass. More than once, his hands instinctively grabbed those cheeks and his shaft, and tried to help his dick in, but then he pulled back when he realized he was touching Avery too much. He took a deep breath. Touching a man’s ass wasn’t that bad, he thought, it looked better than fumbling like a squeamish virgin. He bit his lip and separated those cheeks with one hand, while his other slid his dick in. “Damn…” Much to his surprise, it fit in very easily. Avery’s ass slid apart to almost suck his cock in. He had only intended to stick the tip in at first, to go slowly and see how much pain Avery was going to be in. But instead Calloway watched with wide open eyes as his cock was slurped up by Avery’s ass. It clenched tightly around his shaft, and Calloway began to piston his hips. He had been so focused on his surprise and his discomfort that Calloway gasped when a shudder of pleasure flowed through him. He bit his lip. He gripped Avery’s ass even more tightly with his fingers, so he could easily ram his dick in and out. “Shit, boy, goddamn,” Calloway said, with a groan as pleasure flowed through his veins. He had to admit this was better than fucking most women. It had its drawbacks, sure — no tits to grab on to, no pussy to play with, and he couldn’t kiss Avery — or wouldn’t, anyway — but Avery fit in that sweet spot between ‘tight and intact’ and ‘nasty and loose’. He was loose yet tight because he clenched hard on Calloway’s dick, as though trying to prevent him from ever pulling out. No girl did that. Avery winced and writhed beneath Calloway, clawing at the dewy grass beneath him. He had thought they only just started plowing, but when he saw the first brilliant fingers of dawn sliding over the horizon, Avery realized he had lost track of time. It must be getting late, he thought. It was well past five o’clock. Avery had been worshiping every inch of Calloway’s body for more than an hour, and now his prostate sang with every thrust of Calloway’s cock into him. Calloway’s lean and ropy body wrapped around Avery as he neared his orgasm, pounding away, his inhibitions finally gone at last. He didn’t even stop himself when he fondled Avery’s nipples out of pure instinct — Calloway had forgotten he wouldn’t find any tits there, and he was glad no one was around to see him do that. An orgasm ripped through Avery’s body first. Calloway, again, was surprised — he didn’t know it was possible to orgasm while getting rammed in the ass. Girls never did that when getting fucked. Avery shot cum all over the grass and his own hands, while Calloway felt his body ripple and massage his dick; he could sense the orgasm flowing through Avery’s body, and it was enough to bring him to the edge of his own climax. “Damn, nasty-ass pig, you are gross!” Calloway barked right into Avery’s ear. Then he pushed Avery’s still-orgasming face into the mud. Avery got a mouthful of dirt as the raunchiest cock he’d ever taken shot its creamy wad into his guts. “Gonna fill you up wit’ my babies, bitch…” Creamy hot cum sprayed into Avery, who moaned, his own climax still emanating through his body. The sticky, milky texture of cum was palpable inside him, and still more shot in, jet after jet of the most incredible load Avery had ever taken. It coated his insides and spilled out in a big cummy mess that coated Calloway’s crotch. Exquisite waves of pleasure wracked both men. Avery howled out loud, uncaring of whether or not he attracted attention from the neighbors. Calloway did the same for a moment, then clenched his teeth shut and looked around to be sure no one was watching. He was unable to resist letting out a long, low and lingering moan though, as his hands gripped Avery’s smooth flesh. Shudders flowed up Avery’s body, and his fingers tightened into claws that dug up clods of dirt underneath. Avery threw his head back, unable to howl anymore because the pressure and the pleasure were too intense. He could only gasp and cry out and beg for more from Calloway, who was still grunting with each thrust of his hips, sending spurt after spurt of creamy hot jizz up Avery’s body. Calloway’s sweat-soaked body gained a whole new layer of salty sweat that clung to his muscular frame. Clumps of cum slipped out and onto the grass. “Ewgh, oh shit, I can see it, damn…” Calloway pulled out slowly, watching his creamy white semen plop out with his dick, until Avery’s entire ass was covered in glistening cum. Calloway’s dick rested on the surface, marinating in the santorum that dried there. “How was that?” Avery said. His body was weak and tender, but he managed to stand on wobbling knees. He grabbed Calloway’s dick with one hand and gave it a stroke. A post-orgasmic shudder of exquisite pleasure shot through Calloway, who’s long limbs all tensed. “Cool…” Calloway’s voice was breathy and tired, even more exhausted now than when he had gotten home from work. “Come on,” Avery said. He held onto Calloway’s dick as he led him inside. “Lemme get you that rum.” “Hell yeah,” Calloway said. “I gotta get drunk quick before the sun goes up, or I won’t be able to sleep.” Avery nodded. He didn’t care. Once Calloway passed out drunk it would be morning, and he had heard a rumor there was a garbage man who sometimes wagged his massive knob at women who were up that early. Avery fully intended to be there.
When Avery is rescued by a heroic space marine, he didn’t realize he was in for a taste of sweat-nasty alpha male military meat! This is his most incredible adventure in down and dirty man-on-man action yet!
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Avery knew that the Space Marine Corps would come rescue him, but that didn’t make it any less scary. Or at least, not all that much less scary. His ship had been overrun by the Beta-Rezzedian bug-people, who were a sort of gooey beetle-like species of human-genociding monster. When the Beta-Rezzedian people swarmed into Avery’s mostly empty ship, he activated the switch that released a poison gas. They quickly died, while Avery waited it out in space. It was pretty grody, the beetle-people’s bodies leaking fluids onto the floor of the ship, their carapace disintegrated and their innards flowing like spilled spaghetti onto the floor. Avery didn’t much care about the ship though, so he wasn’t worried about the mess. He was going to abandon it. He was the only person on board, and he had already sent out the rescue signal. He waited with a spacesuit on, sitting on top of the ship while the beetles died inside. The stars shone in the inky blackness of space, which was suffocatingly silent, the only sound Avery could hear being the pump of his own oxygen tank. Inside the Beta-Rezzedians melted from the inside out, but Avery didn’t hear that. He just waited. Space was not beautiful here, Avery thought. It was just an inky black vastness. Even with the spacesuit on, Avery could feel the sheer nothingness all around him, nothingness so profound it would turn him to nothing too. In some parts of space, it had a calm, sepulchral beauty to it. But not here, he thought, or maybe it was just the knowledge that the ship beneath him was filled with liquified bug-people. Maybe knowing that put him in a foul mood and tainted everything he saw. Finally, just when he was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t going to happen, there was the UFW Joseph Conrad, a ship from the United Federation of Worlds. They were simply a beam of light at first, a mote in the infinite blackness of space. Avery hurried back into the ship even though he had hours to spare before the Joseph Conrad made it here. The bugs were gone, the ship covered in goo. The poison gas smell lingered (it wasn’t toxic to humans, though it would be nauseating in large doses). Avery quickly grew bored waiting. He practiced his distressed wail. UFW Joseph Conrad to Private Ship XKIL233234, do you read me? “Yes, sir… I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know how to work this radio. Are you getting this?” Avery tried to sound helpless. Yes, we heard you, sir. We have received your distress signal and are en route. Avery went to the pilot’s pod, the only part of the ship not covered in Beta-Rezzedian innards. He waited there. “There he is, we got you, sir-“ “You have nothing to fear, all the buggers are gone!” Avery was disappointed that some shirtless hunk didn’t carry him to the rescue ship. But their sensors still read poison gas, and they beamed aboard well before they could determine that the air was safe. They wore biohazard suits — distinctly unsexy. Avery wasn’t even positive that the person who carried him was human until they got aboard the Joseph Conrad. “Everything’s gonna be alright, sir, we gotcha!” said the scruffy-bearded space marine when his helmet was finally off. “Oh, I… I… I don’t think I’ll ever feel right again!” Avery said, pretending to feel faint so the space marine would hold him in his arms. He was Private Wojohowitz, but everyone called him Wojo. Once he took the protective suit off, he was down to his skivvies and a tee shirt that was so stained it was black. He didn’t have time to put more clothes on because he wanted to get Avery to sickbay right away. Besides that, it was ungodly hot on the Joseph Conrad, and there were no women. So more than one space marine went around fully naked all the time. Avery spied one such man just before being whisked into the sickbay. “Oh, I’m feeling much better-“ “Well, I’ll need to monitor you for awhile. You had a traumatic experience, after all,” the doctor said. He was handsome and steely-eyed, but he was a little old for Avery’s taste, and he was no space marine. Avery wanted Wojo. But he waited until the doctor was done, or at least had walked away. Then Avery got up, detached the needles and monitors from his body and headed out. He went off to find the man who had rescued him, that square-jawed steely-eyed man, Wojo. He found him in the gym, playing a game with another studly young man. It was something rather like squash or racquetball, Avery gathered, but with flashing multicolored lights that appeared to mean something. By the time he thought he was starting to understand it, it was over, and Wojo had won. He came out of the room shirtless and sweaty, bucking his hips and chanting. “I’m the champion once again!” He pounded on his chest and bumped the man he had just beaten, who scowled, hair matted to his head. Then Wojo saw Avery standing there, fully-clothed and not at all looking like a space marine. “Oh, hey, you’re looking better.” “Hmmm…” Avery grinned and looked Wojo up and down, blushing as he was overwhelmed by the body heat and the intense macho aura emanating from Wojo’s body. “I wanted to say thank you for rescuing me.” “You ain’t gotta do that.” Wojo was visibly jazzed up. His pecs bounced a few times, seemingly without his awareness, and he shifted his weight on his feet. He would always deny it, but Wojo got a thrill when he realized Avery was checking out his body. “It’s our duty, you ain’t gotta say thanks.” “Well… not say it. I wanted to demonstrate it,” Avery said. He sucked on one finger while his other hand grasped Wojo’s sweat-soaked shirt. He pulled gently on the fabric. Wojo’s eyes opened wide and he nodded. He licked his lips as he looked Avery up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet, then moved to pull his workout shorts down but stopped short — he had forgotten they weren’t somewhere private. He checked that no one was watching — there were others preparing to work out, or to play this squash-like game next, but no one facing this way right now. He gripped Avery by the lip and spread his mouth. He examined it briefly — whether checking for disease or whether it would be big enough to deep-throat him, Avery couldn’t tell — then grabbed his ass through his clothes. He slipped one hand into Avery’s pants, fingered his asshole very lightly and then nodded. He wiped his finger off on Avery’s shoulder. He looked dubiously into Avery’s eyes. “You’re into that?” “I am… Do you have any women on this ship?” Wojo scoffed. “No. It’s not allowed, no women aboard a Corps vessel. The presence of women saps men of their power.” “Hmm… I can do that too. I love sapping all kinds of things out of men,” Avery said with a giggle. “Come then.” He grabbed Avery by the wrist and dragged him off. He walked awkwardly like he had a hardon already, and it kept getting worse in his pants. Avery teased him by breathing heavily so he could hear it, and moaning softly into his ear from behind. “You’re going to ram me, right? Do I get to eat your ass too?” Avery stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. Wojo faced the other way so he couldn’t see, but he could hear it and his ears pricked up. Avery smiled — he knew he had him. Wojo stopped short. “You serious?” His face turned from serious to giddy, then serious again. He took a deep breath. “Hell yeah, that’s nasty. No one can find out though, they’ll make fun of me for rammin’ a man.” “Sure. Is it against the rules?” “Sorta. It’s not a big deal, but, like… I don’t wanna get caught anyway.” He licked his lips and grabbed his cock through his satiny shorts. Avery tried to touch them too, but Wojo stopped him and continued. Wojo led him out of the gym and into the locker room. Beyond that was a long row of showering stalls. Avery was annoyed to see that they were all individual stalls. Usually space marines had big shared showers, and that, he thought, was always sexier. As he walked through the showering area, Wojo dropped his shorts, not even willing to take the time to stop walking first. Avery tried to get a grope of his ass, but Wojo walked more quickly than him and he couldn’t really get a touch. Finally Wojo stopped and Avery bumped into his sweaty back. His asscheeks jiggled as Avery had to clutch them for support. “You really gonna eat my ass? And jerk me off, aw, fuck yeah,” Wojo said, his voice increasing in volume now that they were alone in the shower. He had a big grin on his face. He loved to ram, and he didn’t get to do it very often. Avery’s hand stroked those hairy asscheeks so plump and full of power. There was a tattoo there on Wojo’s lower back, an outline of a spaceship and a phrase in an ancient script: Honor Is the Only Virtue. “Some of the nice-lookin’ guys get their ass eat up by girls, like whores.” He blushed, licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to start. “I’m too hairy, they won’t do that to me.” “You poor baby…” They went to one of the shower stalls in the middle — since there were two entrances, one at either end, those were the remotest showers. The stalls were not completely enclosed, however, and the walls only went up to chest height (on Wojo; it extended up almost to Avery’s shoulders). “Goddamn, man, I really need this. Get on your knees, okay? C’mon, get on your knees. Let’s go it, let’s go,” Wojo said, excited like a little boy on Christmas. No one else was showering at the moment, and since the room wasn’t hot or humid, and Wojo didn’t seem concerned, Avery guessed this was not a designated showering time. That was good because Avery didn’t want to get interrupted and caught. Once they were safely behind the little curtain — which only covered about a foot of vertical space, just barely enough to conceal most men’s groin and butt regions — Avery dropped to his knees as Wojo turned the water on. It was scorching hot at first, and Avery yelped. He crawled away, and Wojo fell, nearly on top of him. It was a good thing that Wojo was already slick with sweat or he would have toppled right onto Avery’s leg and probably broken it because he was so heavy. His muscles were dense and leaden, and he fell on the threshold between the tile flower and the shower tub. Instead he just slid over Avery’s ankle and then his heavy, fur-covered thigh landed on Avery’s chest. Intertangled as they were on the ground — which was freezing cold linoleum right up to where the water spray made it burning hot — Avery finally got a really good grope of Wojo’s ass and trunk-like thighs. Wojo reached up to turn the cold water up as he struggled to his feet in the slippery shower. He furrowed his brow at Avery, who blushed, his hands caressing Wojo’s tattooed muscles. There was a flower, something similar to a tulip, on Wojo’s thigh. It was a brilliant flash of green leaves and rich violent petals, just fingernail-sized and right on his inner thigh. “What’s that? Why’d you get a flower tattoo?” He blushed. “It’s nothing. It’s… just part of being in this unit,” he said. He was in the shower spray now that the water had cooled down enough that it was merely hot, not scorching. Avery pretended to have difficulty standing and used Wojo’s sturdy body for support. Clean water flowed over them both, and Avery licked some of the sweat off Wojo’s chest before it was washed away. Wojo didn’t need to explain. The space marine corps had an informal rule that any man who was caught having sex with a very fat woman — like, very, very fat, probably morbidly obese — had to get this very tattoo somewhere on his body. Wojo had presumably chosen the inner thigh because it was unobtrusive and not very sensitive to pain. There were other colored tulips that members got tattooed to signify that they were caught in flagrante delicto with a nonhuman alien, a man, an old woman and even an animal, as well as variously embarrassing acts like touching another man’s balls when gangbanging a woman or cumming in one’s pants when getting a lapdance. That thought made Avery giggle — he loved military men and their sophomoric machismo. He wondered if Wojo’s solitary tattoo signified that he was sexually inexperienced, or if he just never got caught doing any of the things that would warrant another colored tulip. If he were caught ramming Avery, he’d have to get a pink tattoo of a tulip, which was called a “Pinkslit Tulip”. “Oh, come on… tell me what it means,” Avery said with a laugh. “Shush.” Wojo frowned. He looked very serious now. Reminding him about the tattoo had made him realize how much he didn’t want to get caught doing this. He didn’t think about not doing it — having not seen a woman for weeks, and having no chance of seeing one for weeks more, he was desperate to get his dick wet. “I ain’t allowed to explain it,” he said, his voice flat and unwavering. “It’s just a tattoo, it’s not important.” Wojo gently but firmly pushed Avery to his knees, while he kept an eye out for anyone coming into the shower. A few voices could be heard out in the locker room, but Wojo wasn’t concerned. Avery shrugged. He thought it would have been hot for Wojo to admit he fucked an extremely fat woman and had been caught by his friends. He’d liked to know what led to it happening — probably a prostitute, Avery guessed — but it seemed clear Wojo wasn’t going to be forthcoming with that. So he finally got on his knees and popped Wojo’s dick in his mouth. Wojo didn’t look down, he just closed his eyes for a moment and grunted. Shower water streamed over his head, washing his sweat down over Avery’s face. “Goddamn, yeah, get your tongue on it… Shit…” Wojo closed his eyes. The hot water felt so good in his greasy hair, and his cock throbbed as it came to life. He had to fight back an urge to shout and pound on his chest — he always wanted to be loud during sex — but he knew that would attract attention from the others. That was how he had gotten caught with the fat whore, whom Wojo adored and missed and looked forward to seeing again; he had yelled fuck yeah as he came so loudly that one of his squadmates, having just finished fucking a different prostitute, came to see what was happening. He had been dragged to the tattooist moments after blowing his wad inside her. None of that was technically allowed. Neither pre-marital sex nor any kind of interaction with a prostitute nor any tattoo that communicated a message “incompatible with the mission of the Space Marine Corps” were allowed. Most of those rules, however, were enforced roughly never, certainly not on a bucket of bolts like this drifting through outer space. The brig on this ship had been turned into overflow shortage for canned food since the replicators had stopped working after about a week. But aside from the tattoo, the only punishment for getting caught would maybe be a few weeks cleaning the shower — which Wojo would only do half-assedly anyway. It was mainly the teasing he wanted to avoid. “Hell yeah, swallow that shit deep, man,” Wojo said, trying to keep his voice low despite being a big man with a chest-rattlingly deep voice. It resonated in the shower room. Luckily no one was around to hear it, though Avery heard voices talking and laughing not too far away. Soon, Wojo’s manhood was rock-hard. He grunted and flexed his hips to ram Avery’s throat as hard as he could without making any noise or moving his head too much, since he wanted to keep an eye out. Avery reached up to massage his plump nipples; his pecs rippled, but then he swatted Avery’s hands away because they could be seen. Creamy precum stuck to Avery’s lips and flowed down Wojo’s shaft. Every time Avery suckled a few drops off his veiny manhood, Wojo grunted again and his spine shimmied. He moved a lot because he thought it helped him avoid making noise — it didn’t really, it just felt quieter in Wojo’s mind because he was focused on his body instead. Salty precum coated Avery’s tongue. He played with it, smearing it over his face and making a big mess with it, so when Wojo finally glanced down he beamed giddily and opened his eyes wide. “Shit, you love that nut, huh?” He chuckled dryly. “I do… I love it so much…” Avery giggled every time he saw Wojo’s body trembling with desire and arousal. He was so horny Avery was pretty sure he could have brought him to orgasm with just seductive dirty-talk. Every time Avery moaned or begged for more, Wojo’s whole body shook. “Can I lick your balls, please? Please? Please?” Avery teased him by begging as Wojo frantically nodded yes. “Do it, do it!” Avery moved down to slurp on his balls, again making him shake. His dick throbbed and precum flowed like water from a hose. He gargled loudly on the precum that had coated his hairy sac, giggling and making Wojo scowl. “Shush!” Wojo scolded him even though Wojo was much louder than Avery was, and since Wojo had a deep baritone voice, it carried much more and echoed more resonantly in the showering area. Avery backed up betweens Wojo’s legs, licking all the way, his tongue slathering spit over Wojo’s muscled thighs and slurping on his balls the whole way. He kept going, licking a trail to Wojo’s ass By this point, clean water had rinsed away all of the sweat but there was still just enough funk to keep the flavor spicy enough for Avery. He plunged into Wojo’s hairy crack and slurped a trail up to his back. He was pinned behind and beneath Wojo’s massive body. “Goddamn, boy, you really get in there! Not a single one of the whores’ll do that, I can barely get ‘em to touch me at all,” he said. “They say I’m too hairy and rough.” As if to prove the point, he belched, which made his whole hairy torso shake beneath Avery’s body. He laughed. “What’re you laughing at, Wojo? Ya nasty-ass balls?” Wojo hadn’t noticed Cowlick Squad coming in to shower. He had forgotten Cowlick Squad had a showering time now They had no reason to go past this shower stall, so he thought he was still safe. It was hard to be sure though. He wanted to be quick and get this over with, but he couldn’t tell Avery that now that more people were here. Besides that, his mind wanted to finish up quickly, but his cock wanted to bang for hours. “He’s goin’ space-crazy-“ “He’s goin’ girl-crazy, ever since Lysette wouldn’t fuck him because his chest was too hairy-“ Wojo roared in anger. “Fuck you! I get ingrown hairs, okay? I’m not even allowed to shave my chest cuz they don’t wanna have to give me antibiotics-” He bit his lip because they were all just laughing at him, not listening. Wojo’s whole body shook around Avery’s delicate fingers stroking his thighs and his ass. He reached up to rub his lower back too, which meant his hands were technically visible — just the fingertips, and with the shower room filling with steam, there wasn’t much risk — to the other space marines that swaggered through. They slapped each other’s asses and made jokes about dropping soap in the tiny showers they shared with each other. “Get ya dick off my ass, boy!” “Quit tryin’ to back ya ass up onto my cock!” A fight broke out in one of the other stalls. Two hairy men grappled naked with each other, exchanging punches and making the back-wall, which connected all the shower stalls, shake. The noise of that fight drowned out the sound of Wojo trying not to cum right now. He didn’t want to cum before he got to ram Avery in the ass, and anyway, he didn’t want to get caught. He rumbled and rubbed his ass over Avery’s face. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have someone’s tongue in his ass. He’d thought it would tickle or maybe barely feel like anything at all, but instead the most intense pleasure of his life wracked his body. All he could do was stand there in the shower spray and hope he didn’t look weird as his whole body struggled to remain still, pleasure coursing through his veins. Avery slurped at his ass and covered it with spit. The Cowlick Squad only used the first couple shower stalls. Surprisingly enough, they shared showers — that was another tradition among the Space Marine Corps, even though there were plenty of stalls open, they were supposed to share with their immediate squadmates as a sign of brotherhood and intimacy. Don;’t bend over in the shower — that was a “motto” of sorts of Wojo’s class of cadets, just eighteen year-olds who had never showered with other men before. The first time Wojo accidentally touched another man’s dick, he had gasped, and that other older man, a long-time drill sergeant, had laughed and called him a pansy. To prove it, right there in the crowded locker room — that hadn’t been this ship’s relatively spacious accommodations, that had been the boot camp’s cheap shared showering area — Wojo’s drill sergeant had bent over and taken one of his fellow officer’s dicks in his mouth. It was just for a moment, a chaste, dry thing, not even sexy, just to demonstrate that he could do it and not be embarrassed. That had been the older generation though. The shower room filled with steam as Avery moved his tongue back to Wojo’s dick, trying several times to touch his mountainous pecs. Each time Wojo swatted his hands away so they wouldn’t be seen. Wojo licked his lips. He realized he couldn’t wait for the other guys to leave because it would be obvious he was still in the shower; he’d have to cum right now. So Wojo grabbed Avery by the shoulders, and tried to get him to change positions — so he could ram him in the ass — without saying anything or moving his head or shoulders. “Hey, Wojo, did you see the orders about Garlaxon 9?” “Yeah,” Wojo said. He bit his lip. He couldn’t concentrate as he tried to get Avery to move. His hand shook as he poured shampoo onto his palm. He washed his hair yet again. Finally Avery realized what he wanted. He had to rather awkwardly bend over in the shower so he couldn’t be seen above the little half-wall. He gripped the slippery linoleum and jutted his ass up to meet Wojo’s crotch. Getting rammed by big men was always awkward, even when they were experienced at it. Wojo was not, and he was stuck in a small space trying not to move anything above the shoulder. So that made it extra difficult for Avery, who had to handle all the movement, forcing himself onto Wojo’s cock. He struggled, his ass straining to accept every inch of Wojo’s throbbing manhood. He practiced deep breathing as pain and pleasure enveloped him in equal amounts. Avery grunted, but Wojo shushed him. Wojo shuddered too, barely managing to keep his head still, as a bolt of pleasure shot through his body. His dick slipped deeper into Avery’s ass. “Wojo! Hey, Wojo! Wojo, man! Yo! Hey!” one of the other space marines shouted from another shower. He was very tall, so the half-wall barely extended past his hairy navel, and his pubic hair was plainly visible despite the wall. He had been yelling for Wojo for some time. Finally Wojo looked at him, steam filling the air between them, which concealed Wojo’s rolling eyes. The other space marine frowned. “What do you think of the Garlaxon rules of engagement?” “Fine.” Wojo took a deep breath. “I mean… it sucks. It’s… it… Uh…” He felt his orgasm approaching, and even though people were looking at him right now, he couldn’t slow it down. “Yeah, we gotta get permission from our squad leader just to go in a village-“ “We don’t even need a translator, it’s fucking ridiculous!” “They said we can’t smoke anywhere on the planet either-“ “And we’re the ones saving them from the Beta-Rezzedians!” “Uh-huh.” Wojo tried to sound like he was involved in the conversation even though he wasn’t paying any attention. He gripped Avery’s hips and drilled his dick in deeper and deeper. Avery’s own orgasm began, heightened by the anxiety of the situation. He didn’t want to be responsible for getting Wojo in trouble or embarrassing him, but it was obvious Wojo was about to get caught no matter what, and it was even more obvious that Wojo didn’t want to stop. Wojo didn’t notice himself slowly losing control or making it obvious he was doing something secretive. He pounded away, and leaned his head back. He let out a moan, which wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the shower water, but the nearest couple of space marines could see him moving. “What are you doing, Wojo?” “Are you beating your meat?” They rushed forward to see — masturbating in the ship shower was a Fairlight Tulip, which was yellow, and was a tattoo that almost all of them proudly had over their heart (Wojo was an exception because he had always been relatively discrete). They laughed and cheered. Even though nearly every one of them had been “caught” previously, they still loved doing it and carrying a compatriot’s naked body to the tattoist. Wojo realized he was about to be caught. That was going to be annoying, but he wasn’t going to blue-ball himself — there was nothing to be done about it now. So he plowed deeply into Avery, slamming into him and even hitting him against the wall of the shower. The other marines were quiet for a moment, trying to figure out who he was, then they began to laugh. “Ah, fuck! Wojo’s a booty bandit’!” “He gonna get a pink tulip!” The others laughed and tried to think of any other tulips that might apply to the situation. Wojo blushed, but he was beyond trying to stop it right now. He was just glad he didn’t have to subdue himself; he could plow back and forth with all his might and with all the passion that flowed through him. He rammed his dick all the way into Avery and held on as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Avery came too, and his ass clenched on Wojo’s dick. Thick, creamy cum coated Avery’s ass and dripped down to his legs. It filled him up, great jet after jet of warmth seeping into his flesh and flowing through every corner of his body. Avery shot his own wad onto the shower floor. Avery moaned, but the sound was weak and thready compared to Wojo’s baritone roar — he figured that the least he could do at this point was sound like a real hardcore alpha when he came. The other space marines cheered and clapped, though they teased him at the same time. “Oh shit, Wojo’s gone to the pink side!” “What would Commander Darius say?” One of them imitated Commander Darius’ stuffed-shirt voice. “Now see here, Mr. Wojohowitz, you represent the Space Marine Corps out there-” They howled with laughter. “And you had better have the common courtesy to give that man a reacharound.” “Of course!” Wojo said, his voice breaking. He pounded on his chest with one fist, while his other hand reached around. He gulped — he never thought he’d be touching another man’s cock, but he knew this would be funny — and touched Avery’s dick. He gagged at the feel of snotty cum on his fingers, since Avery was mid-orgasm at the moment. “Goddamn…” Avery’s whole body bucked. He was breathless and exhausted, his whole face turning ruddy. Wojo’s squadmates laughed so hard they fell over each other’s naked, soaped up bodies. Wojo kept ramming though, and he even touched Avery’s dick again. It spasmed in his touch. Avery could do little more than twist and writhe. Wojo’s dick was right on his prostate, and Avery’s orgasm continued at full intensity until he at least slid off Wojo and landed in the pool of shower water on the ground. Wojo stood there, making sure his laughing compatriots could see that he wasn’t embarrassed — and that he had a huge cock, he always made sure they could see that. Of course, he was embarrassed, but he thought he had hidden it pretty well. He looked down at Avery. “Thanks,” he said. “Sorry you got caught,” Avery said. He struggled onto his knees, kneeling next to Wojo so he could wrap his arms around his body and lean his face against his thigh. Wojo shrugged. “Whatever. It was worth it. Are you gonna stick around?” “No,” Avery said. He stood and stretched his legs. He kissed each of Wojo’s nipples. He would have kissed him on the neck too, but he couldn’t reach. Avery smiled. “It’s time for me to move on, I think.”
Madhu is part of a terraforming crew on an inhospitable planet, and his team includes one hunky handyman named Buck. He’s filthy, he’s strong, he’s crude and he’s ready to give Madhu a swing on his mechanically minded meat!
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His arms bulged from the too-small uniform shirt. He wore the uniform of a doctor even though he was not a doctor. Madhu couldn’t tear his eyes away from that bicep bulge above the caduceus patch. The green fabric of his right sleeve — the one Madhu could see most clearly from where he sat at his desk — was torn in parts, and there was a burgundy stain — dried blood from who knew what — up near the collar. Had his ear bled onto his shoulder? That’s kind of what it looked like, Madhu thought. He turned his head back to the microscope just in time to avoid it being obvious that he was checking Buck out. Madhu sighed as he counted algae on the microscope slide. “Hey, Buck, the O2 levels in the command hold are low!” Buck grumbled. He yelled out of the lab, down the hall. “I know! I said that at breakfast!” After a few moments, Commander Chumbers called out, “Well, can you fix it?” “Yes!” Buck snarled. He ran his fingers through his hair, which was jet-black and greasy, flopping over itself as he tried to straighten it. It ran down to his shoulders, dense curls making it tangled since he didn’t shower often. Madhu didn’t shower often either. That’s because water was at a premium still. They were able to give themselves sponge-baths from time to time, but not actual showers. Even the sponge-baths were strictly limited to avoid wasting water. Soon, that problem should be fixed. Madhu was happy with the amount of algae he found in the microscope — they were colonizing the small amount of water that Commander Chumbers’s crew had managed to create. There were now a few ponds on the surface of Lannentia, with algae. There were five species on the planet now, six if you counted humans. It had taken eight years to get to that point — Madhu had only been here for six months, but the terraforming colony had been around for seven and a half years by then — and would probably take another eight to be minimally inhabitable by humans with just a few adaptations. Terraforming tended to be like a snowball running down a hill: very slow at first, taking three years just to establish one kind of microscopic purple sulfur bacteria that made the whole planet smell like a turd, but then it would go quickly. This time next year Madhu hoped to be stocking the oceans with fish. But his more immediate goal, the reason he had come to Lannentia, was to taste Buck’s dick. “Zhing Chuen!” Buck snapped at himself. The screw he was trying to remove had become stripped. He glanced at Madhu to make sure he wasn’t offended by the neo-Chinese cursing. Madhu pretended not to notice. Buck was the only non-scientist on the crew. He was the handyman, the “rank and file” — this organization divided its employees into “knowledge workers” and “rank and file”, but poor Buck was the only “rank and file” on the entire planet. “Buck?” Commander Chumbers stuck his head in the lab. “What?” Buck said with an angry snarl. Then he mumbled, “Sir?” “Can you fix the O2 in the command hold-?” “Yes! I’ll do it! Ya want this radiation shielding to work or not? That has gotta be mah first priority!” Buck said. Commander Chumbers glared at him, while Buck strained to get a screw out. Chumbers was not used to this level of disrespect. Buck’s arms gleamed with grease-stained sweat, and his biceps bulged and flexed as he worked. Madhu was hunched over the microscope, but when he looked up, he saw Buck’s ass because he was bent over, ass upraised and aimed towards Madhu’s head. He had a thick and juicy ass, and it made Madhu’s mouth water. “Fine. Yes.” Commander Chumbers hesitated. It was obvious he was reluctant to scold Buck. He should have, he was commander, he was entitled to respect and obedience. But Buck was also right — the radiation shielding was mission-critical, while the command hold could deal with low oxygen levels for a little while. Buck could have said that in a respectful way but hadn’t. Commander Chumbers turned to leave. He no doubt didn’t want to risk losing Buck, who, despite being the lowest-paid person here, had brought his own shuttle. He could leave anytime. That was, Madhu supposed, necessary for someone like Buck, who probably got fired without notice on many occasions. Madhu got the feeling Buck left most of his past jobs when he lost his temper and punched his boss. He seemed like that type. Once he was gone, Buck stood up and rushed the door like he was going to stab Commander Chumbers in the back with the screwdriver in his hand. “Fuckin’ asshole! Ming te tin!” He spat on the ground. Then he glanced at Madhu. “Sorry.” He snorted and grabbed his dick through his uniform overalls, which were tight on him — he had been too big for any of the uniform pieces on the planet, which was why he was dressed as a doctor (there had been a Migwadlian doctor here last year, and they tended to be very large, so the colony had plenty of large doctors’s uniforms). “No worries,” Madhu said. He stood and stretched his legs. “Commander Chumbers is a fucking asshole.” “Yeah.” Madhu came closer to Buck, who furrowed his brow at him. The scientists were usually shy and intimidated by Buck, and Madhu was too, but Madhu was also aroused by his intense masculinity and his dominant attitude. Madhu was a great admirer of the male form. He smiled at Buck. “Do you need money, Buck?” “What?” Buck stopped, arms upraised as he was about to screw in a new, non-stripped screw. He held the screwdriver up, so his armpits were bare, his big fleshy arms firmly flexing in front of Madhu’s face. The furry bush of his armpits was clearly visible, and the smell of his unwashed sweat filled Madhu’s nostrils. “Do you need money? I have thirty-four credits burning a hole in my pocket,” Madhu said. He pulled the money out and counted it. “Oh, no, I apologize, I have thirty-five credits.” He paused to lick his teeth. “I’d be glad to hand them over if you let me do certain things.” He tried to insert a finger beneath Buck’s shirt-sleeve onto his biceps, but his arm was high in the air, and anyway it was squeezed into a too-tight sleeve, so there was no space for Madhu’s finger. He rubbed the part that was palpable through a tear in the fabric, which got Buck’s attention. Buck’s eyes opened wide. “Oh… Well, shit…” Buck blushed and groaned. He laughed and blushed even harder. His muscles rippled beneath the too-tight doctor’s uniform. “Ah, damn… I mean, there ain’t no females around…” “Well, there’s Leslie.” He chuckled. “Yeah. Ain’t no females around.” Madhu laughed with him, though that was mean — Leslie was a rather mannish woman who didn’t even have a pleasant personality to fall back on. Madhu liked her, but he wasn’t surprised that Buck didn’t. Buck sighed and nodded. Madhu touched his dick through his overalls, and Buck snorted. He hadn’t expected it to happen right here. This was technically in public — no one would likely be here, and it was impossible to sneak up, but still, the micro lab was not a private place. Buck rolled his eyes like this was yet another unpleasant duty as a handyman — Buck always played everything off like it was a big imposition — everything from addressing his Commander as sir to fixing the plumbing to sponge-bathing himself, he treated it all like he had better stuff to do. That made it easier to demand a high rate of pay, and as a handyman working in off-world locations like this uninhabitable planet (so far), Buck was always negotiating a higher rate of pay. Pulling his pants down was k awkward since they fit so poorly. He had to shimmy them down, as they were taut against his thunderous thighs. Madhu helped to pull, and he was rewarded with a limp but huge cock flopping into his face when it was finally bared. His shaft was fat, jiggling as it swayed between his muscled thighs. “Hmmm… Looks tasty,” Madhu said with a petite giggle of desire. He chased Buck’s cock with his tongue as it bounced around, Buck still shaking and struggling to get his overalls down and his shirt off. His muscles rippled. He didn’t sponge-bathe as often as ships regulations commanded. To Buck, a sponge-bath felt too much like he was a child who had shat himself. Anyway, he didn’t see a need to impress anyone here — there were no women to speak of, and who cared if a bunch of men thought he stank? He did stink, but so did the other men here. Not Madhu. Madhu smelled like a woman, moreso than Leslie even. That was why Buck did not care that he smelled like engine grease and stale sweat and who knew what else. It wasn’t a foul smell, but it was intense and astringent, almost cloying, and it brought tears to Madhu’s eyes as he kissed Buck’s chest. He slurped up the sweat that made Buck’s body hair cling to his pecs. Buck eyed him warily — he had only agreed to be jerked off, and he didn’t want to be taken advantage of. His pecs flexed, and Madhu sucked on each nipple. Sour smoggy oil coated his tongue because Buck had repaired the tao furnace earlier. Buck firmly pushed his head down. “You said you wanted to jerk me off, not lick my fuckin’ chest,” Buck said with an annoyed growl. He didn’t force Madhu to stop, but he did hurry him along to his knees. Madhu opened his mouth and swallowed that big greasy hog down. He let it fill his mouth and throb there, dry and soft at first. Buck frowned like he was about to demand more money to get hard — Madhu hadn’t said that was a condition of his offer, after all — but then his dick twitched and firmed up in Madhu’s mouth. Buck’s frown turned into a surprised shake as a shiver of pleasure ran up his spine. Madhu smiled up at him, his fingers reaching up for those nipples, which remained hard, pecs bouncing beneath Madhu’s touch. Buck grunted. He wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. Buck was usually disappointed by the mouths of men — it simply wasn’t as good as a blowjob from a woman. But Madhu seemed to be an expert, his mouth silky and warm, and it made Buck let out a moan as his cock rocketed to full erection. His fingers ran through his mane of jet-black hair, and he grumbled like he was disappointed even though it was plainly obvious that this was the best dome he’d had in a long time — the look on his face was unbridled ecstasy. He groaned and gripped Madhu’s head. He plowed in deeply, his reluctance gradually melting away. By the time he had his whole cock in, balls slapping against Madhu’s chin, Buck had lost most of his inhibitions. This wasn’t the first time he’d gotten jerked off by a man anyway — it was the first time he’d done it sober when he knew for absolutely certain that it was a man, but as far as he was concerned, if you hadn’t checked the DNA and/or if you were drunk, it didn’t count. And in prison, it didn’t count in prison either. Or on a farm without women. Any place without women. Any place with fewer than ten women. “Shit…” Buck definitely didn’t expect it to feel this good. He was only doing it for the money and to avoid awkward situations with Madhu in the future. But he found it more pleasurable than he thought possible, actually better than most any blowjob from any woman he had ever been with. He didn’t know how to take that. He didn’t want Madhu to know he felt that way, so he played it off like it was no big deal. “Damn, man, get deep on there, go’n… Shit… You ain’t best, you know, I’ve had females as good as you.” Despite that, his words wavered, his voice broke and his knees weakened, and Madhu could tell Buck had rarely felt such unbridled pleasure. Women didn’t give blowjobs with as much enthusiasm as Madhu jacked off Buck’s cock with his mouth, swallowing every inch of that alpha male dickmeat. A giggle escaped around Madhu’s lips, which were still stuck tightly around Buck’s shaft. Madhu knew perfectly well Buck was lying about how much he enjoyed this. For one thing, Madhu knew he handled dick good — legendarily good — and for a second thing, no one made a point of comparing him to a female unless they wanted to conceal the fact that Madhu was better than a woman. Madhu didn’t mind. He wasn’t looking for credit, and he could already tell that Buck would gladly do this again whenever Madhu asked. Madhu probably didn’t even need to offer money next time. Well, Buck would demand money, since he knew Madhu would give it. Madhu would have to pretend to be broke. At last precum filled Madhu’s mouth, great gobs of it, so much that Madhu first wondered if Buck had blown his wad early. It flowed like milk into Madhu’s mouth, and it coated Madhu’s tongue with its intensely salty, bright flavor. Madhu guzzled down every drop, savoring its sweetness and letting it spill out onto his chin and cheeks. “Hmmm… You taste good,” Madhu said. He kept his tongue out as he rubbed it up and down on Buck’s shaft, on the underside now, sort of licking, but using his head to move his tongue rather than moving his tongue itself. That sent sparks of pleasure through Buck’s body. Buck’s eyes opened wide. No girl had ever let him treat her mouth like this. That’s because Buck was dirty and hairy and he usually had an excuse to skip showering — women did not like that. His balls were dark and heavy, low-hanging, begging for Madhu’s attention. When Madhu’s tongue finally touched his ballsac, Buck moaned exquisitely. It felt good — he had asked girls to do it, but they never would, even if they said they would do it — once they saw how sweaty his balls got, they backed out. Not Madhu. He loved his ballsacs as sweaty as possible. He loved getting his head real low and letting Buck dip his sac in Madhu’s open mouth. It was just a small piece of his body, but it felt like the whole thing, like the sweat that trickled past Madhu’s waiting lips contained Buck’s entire body in it. “You wanna ram me?” Madhu asked, his mouth moist and gargly cuz it was full of Buck’s ballsac. He had to repeat it a couple times before lifting Buck’s balls out of his mouth so he could say it more clearly. Then he slurped up all the sweat off his wrinkled scrotum. “Shit, yeah, c’mon, bend ovuh, baby,” Buck said, clucking his tongue and jumping into position. He bent Madhu over on all fours before stopping himself, as he remembered he was pretending to be reluctant. “I mean… Yeah…” His dick throbbed, precum leaking onto Madhu’s back. Buck hesitated, his body trying to gyrate while his mind slowed himself down. “Uh-huh.” Madhu giggled. “It’s okay to want it, Buck, you don’t have to pretend. You must be so horny-“ “I’s waitin’ for a female,” Buck said. He blushed and wiped sweat off his face. It was hot in here, but that couldn’t be fixed until he had finished this repair job. His hairy body and head were so overheated he thought he might pass out. But he wasn’t going to stop. There was something alluring about ramming in sauna-like heat like this, he thought, something aside from the sweat making effective lube. It made him feel like a beast, a feeling that was aided by Madhu’s willingness to let Buck come at him like an animal. No woman would ever want to do it, cuz it might mess up their hair and cuz they don’t wanna be around Buck when he was dripping in sweat. That was not a problem for Madhu, who bent over and raised his ass so Buck could easily access it. Buck raced to ram his dick in Madhu’s asshole, both because he was horny and because he thought he might lose his nerve and look weak if he hesitated. He growled and roared, stroking his dick just twice before sliding it into Madhu’s tight, unprepared asshole. That caused an outpouring of pain, and Madhu howled. He made Buck slow down by reaching his hand behind himself and placing it on Buck’s hairy belly. Buck stopped, with just the first inch or so of his dick in Madhu’s ass. That was enough to cause a wave of both pleasure and pain to wrack Madhu’s body. “Hmm, okay…” Madhu gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath and his ass slowly relaxed. Buck tried to drill into him as soon as he could, but Madhu stopped him again. “Gimme a sec… Damn, your cock is huge, man, you’re splittin’ me apart.” Madhu wrenched his head back — he exaggerated his pain a bit, since alpha men always liked that. Buck clucked his tongue and massaged the small of Madhu’s back. He sounded sympathetic but still frustrated that he had to stop. When he sighed and rolled his eyes, his dick twitched and Madhu winced in pain. Buck held back a moan of pleasure. “Sorry,” Buck said, his deep voice echoing in the low-ceilinged lab. He grinned despite his sullen apology. He had to hold back a laugh at the sight of Madhu writhing and relaxing. Then Buck sucked in his breath as Madhu nodded and spread his cheeks. “You okay?” “Ram me, Buck! Ram me hard!” Madhu screamed, the pressure in his ass so intense he couldn’t help himself. He clawed at the ground beneath himself, and he squirmed so powerfully he knocked over the stool he had been sitting on just moments ago. What’s going on? Buck? You okay? “Ah, shit! Commander Chumbers!” Madhu said. He couldn’t quite bring himself to pull off Buck’s uncut cock, which throbbed all the way inside him, slowly rubbing as Buck began plowing back and forth harder and harder. “He’s coming!” Buck chuckled throatily. “Let ‘im. He ain’t gonna fire me, can’t find a new handyman,” he said. “He won’t fire you either. He’s a goddamn pussy.” Madhu nodded. He was too engrossed in the pleasure emanating from his ass to consider whether he agreed with Buck’s conclusion. What was that? Buck! If you hurt that scientist, I’ll have you court-martialed! “Fuckin’ fuck-ass jing ma shit!” Buck spat vituperatively without missing a beat as he rammed Madhu. “Why is he assumin’ I’m attackin’ you? You’re the one who shouted, he shouldn’t be makin’ assumptions! Maybe’s you’s assaultin’ me!” “Uh-huh,” Madhu moaned. He lowered his head to the cool steel floor, which helped him savor the explosion of bliss deep in his ass. He had rarely taken it up the ass this good. Buck’s increasing anger and distraction was part of what made it feel so good — it meant he just plowed back and forth with abandon, without thinking about it, without even being aware of it. His dick rammed at every corner of Madhu’s asshole, which stretched and clenched as he accommodated it. Buck squatted — simply because he thought that was the most intimidating posture, precisely because it was so awkward. It made his thugs ache almost immediately. But it did make his dick feel good. It gave him the perfect angle to plow in as he approached his orgasm, which he felt growing in his loins. It probably would have taken longer for him to cum if he weren’t distracted by cursing at Commander Chumbers, whose heavy-booted feet were plainly audible heading this way. Chumbers climbed down the airshaft, which took a minute or two, before he arrived at the micro lab. He flung the door open just as Madhu sprayed his own wad on the steel floor. Madhu howled and threw his head back, his face reddish and tense. Commander Chumbers’s middle-aged silver-bearded face looked on, in anger, then confusion, then dismay. “What are you — ? What…?” “Mind ya own goddamn business,” Buck said with a loud groan, sounding like his entire body was going to fall apart. Jizz flowed into Madhu’s ass. He grunted and growled once more, putting Madhu in a headlock as he rammed his dick all the way in and held it there. Cum flowed into Madhu’s ass, a great river of it that just kept on going. It almost felt, Madhu thought — but didn’t really believe since it seemed impossible — that Buck kept fucking because he could tell it annoyed and disgusted Commander Chumbers. “Ah…” Chumbers blushed and tried to avert his eyes, but he kept looking back at it. “Ah…” He was entranced by the sight of Buck’s greasy zheing-lein class body, all hair and muscle and meat, shimmering with sweat as he plowed into Madhu hard. “Hell, yeah, boy, take it, take it deep, shit…” Buck moaned. He collapsed right onto Madhu’s back as though pinning him down. Jet after jet of cum filled Madhu up, each drop sending his own orgasm to new heights. It was hot and creamy, sticky, seeping into Madhu’s flesh and dripping onto the puddle of fluids that had already collected on the steel floor. “Shit…” Buck said with a loud sigh. He glanced up at Commander Chumbers, who frowned at him. His dick throbbed in Madhu’s ass, a few final drops of jizz leaking in. Buck grunted. “You ain’t sposedta watch ya employees naked, sir.” “You’re not supposed to-!” “Then fire me,” Buck said. He pulled his dick out and wiped it clean on Madhu’s ass. An intense sense of relief flooded Madhu’s body. “We don’t hire the likes of you just so you can befowl our-“ Madhu giggled breathlessly, glancing up at Commander Chumbers. Madhu kneeled next to Buck and hugged his muscled torso tight. “Commander Chumbers, shut up.” Buck laughed. “Yeah, man, shut up. We know you ain’t gonna fire no one on account of you got a deadline to meet. If you fire me, it’ll take you six months to get a new handyman in, and he won’t be any better than me — he’ll be worse, prolly, at fixin’ shit, but he’ll be the same as far as bein’ dirty and stinkin’ the place up and havin’ a big dingdong that scares you. Ain’t that-?” “I’m not scared of your dick.” “Then look at it.” Buck stood and crossed his arms over his chest. His massive dick dangled. His muscles all flexed. Commander Chumbers gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He barely glanced at it before turning to Madhu. “What about you? I can get a new microbiologist in a heartbeat-“ “Then do it,” Madhu said. He shrugged and kept touching Buck’s chest until Buck gently but firmly shoved him away. Madhu smiled. Buck waved his dick in Chumbers’s direction. “Go’n, sir, why don’t you go get my toolbox and bring it to the command hold. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” After a long pause, Commander Chumbers said, “Clean yourself up, Buck. You’re representing Tao Terraforming-“ “Ain’t no one here to represent to-!” But Madhu just got dressed, ignoring the argument. It was obviously never going to end. Commander Chumbers really couldn’t afford to delay things — and there was a constant need for repairs here, so without a replacement, the entire place would shut down in days — but he wasn’t so much of a weakling as to ignore Buck’s insolence. Madhu wasn’t interested anymore. He had gotten what he wanted.
I just don’t see how this ain’t humiliatin’ for ya
“No offense or nothin’,” he said. He shrugged. “You don’t feel embarrassed swallowin’ cock? Like a girl? I just don’t see how this ain’t humiliatin’ for ya,” he said. “You swallowin’ dick. I pee outta there, man. Fuckin’ nasty. It ain’t even, y’know, I ain’t touchin’ ya dick, so it ain’t even like you gettin’ something outta this.” “Yee-haw!” He lifted his camo shirt over his head, though he didn’t take it off, he just bared his chest. He was thickly built, without a six-pack though his belly was flat. He was moderately hairy and tattooed. “God-damn, boy. You should be ashamed of this. You shouldn’t be makin’ some other man feel good. That ain’t how a real man should act.” “If a girl likes getting fucked in the ass, she’ll like you fucking her in the ass,” Rob said. He nodded and sighed. “Okay. I guess that’s pretty good.” He pulled his dick out. Rob sighed grandly. Julian looked at his ass-juiced cock like it was too gross to touch. “The only girls I know who like anal are sluts. They like anything.” “Uh-huh. That’s normal. Some nice women like anal, but they probably only ever tell their boyfriends that. So the only women you find out about are the slutty ones. That’s what makes them sluts, after all,” Rob said.
The white guy looked like he was trying to sneak a nap among the shelves. He was tall, broad-shouldered, red-necked both literally and figuratively, and he had a lean ropy-muscled body beneath the blue All-Mart apron he wore. He also had on civilian clothes: a long-sleeve camo tee and camo pants, which Rob suspected were not regulation. He was young, scruff-bearded, with dark hair and eyes.
He said that the pasivo has to be on his back, with his legs in the air, both because that was similar to a position you might fuck a woman in and because it meant he couldn’t run away.
In truth, his friends would not think less of him for ramrodding a man. That would simply make him an hombre, which was fine. In his culture, men were either hombres who rammed or pasivos who got rammed. It wasn’t bad to be an hombre. That made you a real man, especially if you rammed your pasivo in a hard and cruel way. Right after being released from prison when he was eighteen, Alboroto’s uncle had told him how a real hombre should ram his pasivo. He said that the pasivo has to be on his back, with his legs in the air, both because that was similar to a position you might fuck a woman in and because it meant he couldn’t run away.
Rob is in a big-box retail store when he spies a hunky redneck clerk shirking his job duties. Rob is all too eager to help out, in exchange for a chance to swing on this store clerk’s alpha male meat!
Can he handle the surprise in the Outdoor Supplies aisle?!
The white guy looked like he was trying to sneak a nap among the shelves. He was tall, broad-shouldered, red-necked both literally and figuratively, and he had a lean ropy-muscled body beneath the blue All-Mart apron he wore. He also had on civilian clothes: a long-sleeve camo tee and camo pants, which Rob suspected were not regulation. It was two o’clock in the morning at a twenty-four hour All-Mart. Rob had come here for beer before remembering that he was in Nebraska, where only liquor stores sold beer. He was disappointed. There was a black guy in the motel room next to him whom Rob thought he could jerk off in exchange for a few beers. But this All-Mart clerk was also an attractive target. Jacob was the name on the nametag pinned to his chest. He was young, scruff-bearded, with dark hair and eyes. He appeared to be assigned to stock some hunting vests, which he had stacked in boxes on a handcart. But he was doing it so lazily he could only be wasting time deliberately. He leaned against the shelves and closed his eyes, as though going to take a nap standing up right here in the hunting and camping aisle. “Excuse me,” Rob said. “I’ll pay you five hundred dollars if you let me jerk you off.” His bleary eyes blinked. “What?” Jacob paused. “Wait, what?” He wrapped one hand over his All-Mart apron. “I…” “Here, just a tip,” Rob said as he put a twenty-dollar bill in Jacob’s pants. He stuck it in the waist of his pants — making sure to get a feel of Jacob’s kinky pubic hair — then took Jacob’s big meaty hand in his. He got Jacob’s finger out and sucked on it, making Jacob’s eyes pop out and his face blush. Rob deep-throated his finger all the way down until he gagged. Rob grinned. “I’ll make you feel better than your girlfriend ever could. You ever cornhole a man, Jacob?” “No…” He sounded nervous. “It is dirty. It is nasty, and you will never blow a more satisfying nut,” Rob said. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars to ram me in the ass. C’mon… Let me go to town all over your cock. You’ll forget about your girlfriend, you won’t remember her name.” “Felicia…” Jacob looked up and down the aisle to make sure nobody could hear this conversation. “She sounds like a bitch.” “Yeah. She kinda is.” “A thousand dollars. What would you do with a thousand dollars?” “Shit, buy a dirtbike,” he said without a moment’s hesitation. “A dirtbike, that sounds fun,” Rob said. He plastered on a jovial smile. “What do you say? You don’t have to touch my dick.” He looked around. “Let’s go in the back. Hey, if this black guy named Terrell walks in, I’m making you take it cuz you’s a snitch,” he said. “Okay.” He led Rob away from the hunting gear into the backroom. There was a small hidden corner there, blocked from view by a row of boxes. It smelled vaguely like weed, and there was ash on the floor, which suggested to Rob why Jacob thought they might be interrupted — this was where the employees came to smoke weed. Jacob closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He unzipped the fly of those camo pants and let his hoggish prick flop out. It was musty and musky, and it made Rob’s dick twitch in his pants. Rob put the tip in his mouth, looking up at Jacob to gauge his reaction — Jacob was horrified, eyes open wide, tongue lolling out of his mouth — but he didn’t complain, and in fact his back stiffened up as though he was steeling his nerves. It stayed limp there at first, like Jacob was too nervous to get hard. Then Rob gurgled merrily on it, savoring the flavor, and that seemed to trigger Jacob to relax. He took a deep breath. His dick trembled and firmed up in Rob’s mouth. Jacob wrapped his hands around Rob’s head. He acted like he was going to throat down Rob — which Rob would have loved — but instead he just gingerly guided Rob’s head up and down. He licked his lips. “Damn, boy, you do that pretty good,” he said. He whispered, looking through the rows of shelves every few seconds to be sure no one was coming. It was late enough at night that Rob felt confident no one would interrupt them — there weren’t that many people even working right now to begin with, so what were the chances they would come into this little corner of the storage area? Jacob, where are you? The radio flickered into life from where it was clipped to Jacob’s pants. He sighed and bristled like he didn’t want to be interrupted. He bent down and picked up the radio. “This is my jerkoff boss,” he said. He pushed the ‘transmit’ button down. “I’m here.” Are you done with Outdoor Supplies? Jacob rolled his eyes. “No. I’m helping a customer right now. I’ll be back to finish it off in a few minutes.” The boss’ voice sounded clipped, like he was angry but didn’t want to say anything inappropriate because he thought there was a customer nearby. I appreciate your commitment to customer service. However, your current assignment is stocking in Outdoor Supplies. “Understood,” Jacob said. He made a mock military salute, as if Jerry could see through the radio. “My first commitment is to customer care, Jerry, and I take that very seriously.” “Thanks so much for your help, Jacob!” Rob called out while the button was pushed, aiming his voice towards the radio. He and Jacob smirked while waiting for the boss to answer. I’m glad you watched the training video, Jacob. Get back to Outdoor Supplies. “Yes, sir,” Jacob said into the radio. Then he made a masturbation-gesture with one hand. “Fuckin’ dickhead. I swear to God, on my last day here, I am gonna beat that pencil-necked shitface until there ain’t nothin’ left to beat.” He paused and sneered down at Rob. “I never said that, by the way. I never threatened him.” “Okay, yeah, no problem, I didn’t hear anything,” Rob said, breathless as he took a deep breath before resuming his deep-throating of Jacob’s magnificent meat. Jacob groaned. “Every time I see him I wanna rip his goddamn head off. You heard the way he was talkin’ to me. He’s always like that. Talkin’ to me like I’m a shithead and he’s a fuckin’ saint for givin’ me a job. He’s just a fucking night manager at a All-Mart. That is the smallest amount of power that has ever gone to somebody’s head.” Don’t forget to take care of the parking lot too, Jacob. You forgot last night. Jacob scoffed. “I ain’t forget,” he said out loud. “I ain’t nevuh done that, Jerry. Never will neither. He don’t even usually notice if I do it or not.” He pushed the button down on the radio again. “Thanks Jerry, I’ll do that. I can’t wait to go the extra mile to help our customers enjoy our parking lot.” I could do without the sarcasm. “Me too!” Jacob said. He kept his eyes aimed down at his cock disappearing in Rob’s throat, and he shuddered as a frisson of pleasure ran up his spine. Jacob… “Thanks so much for your direction and management, Jerry. Your customer-centric philosophy and stick-to-it-iveness is really an inspiration to me. You’re like a father to me. Can you explain where babies come from?” Jacob chuckled, making his entire muscular body shift and his cock twitch in Rob’s mouth. Jacob was getting excited now, as his erection sent a wave of adrenaline through his body. Jacob! “Will you be my mentor? Heal my troubled soul with the power of customer service!” Jacob, do I need to come over there? “I’m with a customer right now, Jerry, giving a hundred and ten percent to make his shopping experience a safe and efficient one,” Jacob said. “Also, I’m respecting diversity.” Rob nodded, mollywopping himself with Jacob’s cock. “That’s so important.” Holding the radio in his hand for another minute or two, Jacob watched his dick slide in and out of Rob’s mouth. Soon it was clear that Jerry wasn’t going to respond. He had given up. Jacob scoffed and put the radio back on his belt. “They always make it seem like the radio is a good thing. You have to earn having a radio. But they don’t pay you any more for it, and it just means they get to keep radioing you to tell you to do stuff.” “Uh-huh,” Rob said. He held onto Jacob’s dick and licked the shaft from tip to root. That made Jacob shudder and moan, and Rob could see the exquisite sensations wracking his body and making his taut muscles ripple. As precum flooded Rob’s mouth, he gurgled and suckled loudly. He wanted to make Jacob a little uncomfortable, and that’s what the noise did — Jacob kept looking this way and that to be sure no one was coming. Then a bolt of bliss shot up Jacob’s spine, and his face screwed up. He grunted and looked shocked. He gripped Rob’s ears and held on tight. He began grinding his dick down deep into Rob’s throat. He threw his head back and licked his lips. It looked like he had possibly never received dome that felt this good. His neck was already ruddy to begin with, but as he got more aroused it turned scarlet like a cooked cranberry. “God-damn boy, I am gonna ride ya face like a buckin’ bronco,” he said with a deep, throaty chuckle. He yee-hawed and whooped, slapping his own thighs and making his meaty muscle tremble. He fed his dick down Rob’s throat, ignoring the resistance he felt. “Relax ya throat, boy. Relax it.” He rubbed Rob’s neck, caressing it gently. Rob couldn’t breathe. He loved the taste of redneck cock, and he enjoyed watching Jacob plow his throat too. It was so hot he couldn’t resist pulling his own cock out and jacking off. “Hey, what’s cum taste like?” Jacob asked with a guilty leer, like he wasn’t supposed to ask. He pulled away from Rob’s mouth so he could answer. Rob took a deep, hoarse, gasping breath. He tried to go back to Jacob’s cock, but Jacob frowned and kept his head away by holding his forehead. “Huh? What’s cum taste like?” “Uh… salty, and uh… it’s… hard to describe.” Rob gulped. It was difficult to concentrate right now, with the scent of Jacob’s cock just in front of his nose. He wanted to go back to slurping on it again but Jacob held his head back. “Is it gross?” “No. Well, yeah, kinda, but I like it,” Rob said. He blushed. “Huh. You embarrassed ‘bout it?” he asked. He threw his hands in the air. His cock bobbed, jutting out from his crotch. “You tell ya daddy you jerk off random dudes?” “You’re not random. I chose you.” “No offense or nothin’,” he said. He shrugged. “You don’t feel embarrassed swallowin’ cock? Like a girl?” “I’m not embarrassed,” Rob said with a shrug. Rob’s voice was cut off by that cock sliding back in his throat. “I just don’t see how this ain’t humiliatin’ for ya,” he said. “You swallowin’ dick. I pee outta there, man. Fuckin’ nasty. It ain’t even, y’know, I ain’t touchin’ ya dick, so it ain’t even like you gettin’ something outta this.” Rob gurgled. He wanted to explain further, but his mouth was full of dick, and it was hard to explain the allure the male form had for him. Jacob had resumed plowing his face slowly and gently, just hard enough to make Rob sputter a little. Jacob’s sweaty balls slapped against Rob’s chin and rested there. “Yee-haw!” He lifted his camo shirt over his head, though he didn’t take it off, he just bared his chest. He was thickly built, without a six-pack though his belly was flat. He was moderately hairy and tattooed. “God-damn, boy. You should be ashamed of this. You shouldn’t be makin’ some other man feel good. That ain’t how a real man should act.” But he didn’t say that like he expected Rob to respond. He put his hand behind his head as though he didn’t like touching Rob, which let Rob use both hands and his mouth on Jacob’s shaft. Rob bore down on his cock until his nose pressed into Jacob’s hairy crotch. He sucked down every drop of precum. “You can punch me,” Jacob said. He let go of Rob’s head. He got down on his knees across from Rob, so close that Rob could feel his breath condensing on his cheek. Jacob frowned. “Go’n, I got this theory that wusses can be saved. They just ain’t nevuh done nothin’ real manly, you know? You gotta flip that switch to be a real man. Don’t happen to wussies.” “What?” “You evuh punch a man?” “Uh, yeah.” “Really? A real man?” “Yes…” Rob said. He sighed. “You really want me to punch you?” “Yeah. I think it’ll help. I promise, if you do it and you don’t like it, you can go back to jerking me off.” Jacob paused and cocked his head to the side. “You better go back to it, I mean, even if you do like throwing a punch. Don’t blue-ball me, and you gonna have to pay me no matter what.” Jacob stood up straight and lifted Rob up at the same time, so they both stood in the tiny corner of the storage area. “Fine, I’ll punch you if you want. But then you gotta start cornholing me in the ass,” Rob said. “I wanna feel your dick inside me.” He scrunched up his nose. “Ew… Fine. You got a tight ass?” “Yeah.” “I don’t wanna cornhole you if ya sloppy, boy,” Jacob said. He put his hands on his hips. “So go ahead. Punch me.” Rob nodded. He knew an alpha male like Jacob would never start and then stop because his hole was too lose. That was fine to brag about but not something that any man like that would do. Rob wanted to impress Jacob, so he reared his fist back and punched as hard as he could. His fist collided with Jacob’s face. Blood spurted from his nose. Jacob stumbled back and would have fallen to the ground except that he was already pinned up against one wall. He just gripped the wood behind himself and supported himself that way. “Hell yeah, boy!” Jacob shouted. He beamed broadly and wiped a few drops of blood off his face. Rob was glad he hadn’t embarrassed himself. He had rather hoped he could punch hard enough to knock Jacob down, but that was probably never realistic — Jacob outweighed him considerably, and was a lot tougher, that much was obvious. “How’d that make ya feel, huh?” Jacob asked. Rob shrugged. “Nothing really. You ready to ram me?” He sighed. “Fine. Bend over. Bend over forwards, boy, don’t try and lay on ya back or nothin’, I don’t wanna see your face.” Rob nodded. He got down on all fours — that was his preferred position anyway. It was perfectly submissive, he thought, bending over like a dog. Jacob’s callused hands gripped Rob’s ass and held on tight as he worked his dick in. As soon as the tip slid in, Rob let out a moan of pleasure and pain. It hurt bad but that lasted only a few seconds. Once Jacob’s redneck cock hit his prostate, a powerful pang of pleasure rang out deep within Rob. He grunted. “Ah, shit, you wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout that tight ass. You should give lessons to my girl,” Jacob said. He relentlessly pounded his cock in, ignoring Rob’s resistance. Rob moaned uncontrollably. Every movement Jacob made sent a new wave of pleasure through his body. Jacob moved a lot too, not just pivoting his hips but shifting his weight between his legs, clapping his hands together above Rob’s body and shaking his entire chest as he writhed. Somebody whistled. It was a brief melody, just a few notes, but it sounded very deliberate, almost like a signal. “Fuck, hey, remember what I said? Remember? This is Terrell. I’m gonna tell him you a snitch-“ That seemed like a bad plan. If Rob weren’t overwhelmed with desire and pressure in his asshole, he would have said so. But he couldn’t bring himself to speak, and in any case, he didn’t have enough time to come up with a better idea. Terrell appeared right then. He was bopping along to a beat only he heard. When he turned the corner and saw Jacob cock-deep in Rob’s ass, he stopped moving for a moment as though he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. “Take that shit, bitch!” Jacob said with a roar. “Ah, there you is, Terrell. This here is a snitch. My brother sent him-“ “What the fuck are you doin’, boi?!” Jacob laughed. From Rob’s position with Jacob’s cock in his ass, he could sense that Jacob was uncomfortable bluffing like this, but he needed to puff up his image in front of Terrell. Terrell was a tubby duckydoo, with a big round face and long dreadlocks. “I’m punishin’ this snitch,” Jacob said. “What?” Jacob guffawed. He slapped Rob’s cheeks hard, then punched him in the back. Rob howled in pain, which he exaggerated for effect. Jacob smiled. “Remember my brother in prison?” “Yeah.” “This snitch here tried to squeal on ‘im. So when he got out, my brother sent ‘im to me, so I can make ‘im squeal instead.” He paused and grabbed Rob by the hair. “You hear that, bitch? Huh? Squeal like a piggie.” He drove his dick in so deep and so hard that Rob had trouble doing so. He opened his mouth to let out a delicate, gentle oinking sound, as his whole body undulated with the power of his imminent orgasm. “Nah, louder, bitch! Huh? Lemme hear it!” “Oink!” Rob squealed as loud as he could. “Yeah…” Jacob groaned. He hefted his entire body up over Rob’s back and pressed down. He pinned Rob to the ground, keeping a tight hold on his hair. That upped the pressure and the pleasure emanating from deep in Rob’s asshole. Terrell watched with wide-eyed amazement. He clutched his belly, and his dreadlocks trembled. “Damn, Jacob, I take back what I said ‘bout whiteboys. You know how to lay down the law.” He paused. “I can’t watch this shit. Jerry is lookin’ for you.” “Tell Jerry to go fuck his mother.” Terrell chuckled. “No,” he said. “I ain’t tellin’ him that, cuz you prolly gonna make him do it. Damn, rednecks is crazy.” He walked away, shaking his head. “I am nevuh gonna smoke a blunt there again. Gonna smell like whiteboy booty forevuh.” Jacob scoffed and chuckled. He smiled. He pinned Rob down, moving his hips from side to side as he shifted his cock around inside Rob’s ass. Though Jacob didn’t notice it, Rob shot his load right then, spraying his wad all over the floor. He shuddered and clenched down on Jacob’s cock. “Thanks, man,” Jacob said. “He was really impressed.” “Uh-huh,” Rob said as his orgasm flowed through his veins. He groaned right into Rob’s ear. “I’m gonna nut now, man, I’m gonna nut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” It sounded like his orgasm was almost painful — or maybe just so stressful his voice was clipped and tense. He jabbed his dick all the way and moaned loudly, his hairy chest rumbling against Rob’s smooth back. A hot wad of cum sprayed into him. There was something warm and sunny about it, a summery feeling to its texture, which seemed to fit with Jacob’s redneck look. His breathing was jagged and rough, moistly condensing on Rob’s ear. His muscles rippled. “Damn, boy…” “Oink! Oink! Oink!” Rob squealed like a piglet again without waiting for Jacob to demand it That load of cum spurted into every corner of Rob’s body, its heat seeping into his flesh as Rob squealed. The sound was loud, and he could hear Terrell laughing from not too far away — he must have gone nearby to smoke that blunt, and could hear Rob’s oinking. It was one of the biggest loads Rob had ever taken, great big jets of it filling him up and dripping down between his thighs. Jacob stayed there for what felt like forever. His cock slowly limpened inside of Rob, who moaned and squirmed. His fingers tightened into claws that dug at the grimy concrete floor beneath him. “Ah, shit,” Jacob said with a chuckle and a long, slow sigh. He lifted his head up but kept his dick in Rob’s ass. “Hey, boy, I ain’t sayin’ I care on ‘ccount of I ain’t no sissy. I was just… Do I do that good?” “Wha’?” Rob was too engrossed in his post-orgasmic bliss and the pain in his ass to think of an answer. He fumbled with his wallet to get out the money and pay Jacob. “Do I do that good? Is my dick good? Like… if you was a girl, and I fucked you like that — in the pussy, not the ass — would that be good? Would you tell ya girlfriends I was good?” “Uh… I don’t have a vagina, Jacob. I don’t really know-” Rob found it hard to concentrate with Jacob’s rapidly limpening dick in his ass. “I know, I know, I just mean… Nevermind. What about the ass? Some girls like getting fucked in the ass, right? Is it the same? Like, if I’m good at plowing a man in the ass, does that mean I’d be good at fucking a girl in the ass?” When Rob didn’t immediately respond, Jacob pulled on his hair. “Huh? Pay attention, man, I’m talkin’ at ya.” “Yeah. You do that good. You really… If a girl likes getting fucked in the ass, she’ll like you fucking her in the ass,” Rob said. He nodded and sighed. “Okay. I guess that’s pretty good.” He pulled his dick out. Rob sighed grandly. Jacob looked at his ass-juiced cock like it was too gross to touch. “The only girls I know who like anal are sluts. They like anything.” “Uh-huh. That’s normal. Some nice women like anal, but they probably only ever tell their boyfriends that. So the only women you find out about are the slutty ones. That’s what makes them sluts, after all,” Rob said. He sat up, dizzy and groggy. “That makes sense.” Jacob nodded. He submitted to Rob getting some paper towels from a roll in storage and wiping Jacob’s dick clean. Jacob watched with intent interest as though there was going to be a test on it later. The radio on Jacob’s belt flickered into life again. Jerry’s voice filled the air. Jacob. Where are you? I see a cart full of shit in Outdoor Supplies. Jacob quickly pulled his pants up and smiled. “Jerry,” he said, “You’re not supposed to curse on the radio. My tender ears are in pain. It’s unprofessional and contrary to the All-Mart Statement of Purpose. That’s not a community-building way to speak, Jerry.” Jacob… Get out here and do the Outdoor Supplies. Jacob shrugged, as Rob headed for the exit. “Hey, go out the back, man. Terrell gonna be out there smoking his blunt. Act like you scared of me and you runnin’ away.” “Okay. See ya,” Rob said as he headed out, but Jacob was already ignoring him. Jacob was on the radio needling his boss, while Rob headed out the back door. He took a deep breath before fresh air — and the fragrant smell of weed — flooded his lungs. Rob managed to pretend to cry as he ran past Terrell and out into the night. Terrell laughed and catcalled after him. Rob didn’t need to pretend to walk bow-legged because his ass did hurt, but it felt good too, and he was still experiencing the aftereffects of his orgasm as he fled into the Nebraska night. Rob grinned as he ran, revelling in the satisfaction he gained from that more rewarding experience than he thought possible at a second-rate All-Mart in the middle of the night. Jacob was right, he thought, he really did give excellent customer service.
Alboroto is a badass and a ladysman, but when he gets in a bad spot, a weird gringo white dude is willing to give him a few dollars in exchange for a swing on his alpha male meat!
Rob settled into his motel room at the Top Inn and got to work. The weather was beautiful, and the beach was not far from here. He really wanted to go out and bask in the sun, swim in the sea for the first time in years, not to mention eyebang the hunks and hotties whom he suspected would be there. Riverside, California seemed to be full of studs. So that was what he needed to get done today. He had already written most of it. He just needed to churn the ending out, then he could go out guy-watching — Rob appreciated the male physique, and Riverside was full of splendid examples of it. Any city with this many men had to leave most of them unsatisfied, since there weren’t anywhere’s near as many sexy women that Rob could see. When he reached a good stopping point, he decided to take a break. All he had to write was another four thousand words or so for the ending, and he’d be done for the day. Rob could write ten thousand words a day without breaking a sweat. He resolved to at least sketch out the chapter, but then he nearly bumped into the bare, bulging bicep of a young Latino man walking by. Rob caught a whiff of his cheap cologne and a few sweaty notes that made his dick chub up. The Latino didn’t notice that he had nearly bumped into Rob because he was on his cell phone, clicking his tongue against his teeth as a feminine voice yelled at him. His pants were slung low, and his muscles bulged from his wifebeater, atop which hung a couple shimmering chains. “I told you, chica, I’ll buy it. I promise. Yo’ birthday ain’t till tomorrow, right? I ain’t late. I’ll pawn some chains, baby, don’t worry. I never let you down,” he said. “Yeah. Alright, baby.” He sighed and whispered. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I said I was sorry. I, uh, I love you, chica. C’mon… I love you. I was drunk then, but I love you, c’mon…” He looked at the phone and tssked his tonge against his teeth again. He put the phone back in his pocket — she had already hung up. He shook his head and lit a cigarette. “Girl trouble?” Rob asked. He glanced at Rob like he hadn’t known he was there. He nodded noncommitall and mumbled something like wuzzup. “I’m Rob,” he said. “I’m a writer.” “Cool.” He took a drag on his cigarette. “I’ve got two hundred and three dollars cash in my wallet. I’ll give it to you if you let me jerk you off,” Rob said. He was blunt since it appeared this guy was not going to engage in a conversation. The Latino looked up at Rob — though built like the proverbial brick shithouse, he was not tall — and glared at him. He sneered. “Gringo… You should not be talkin’ ‘bout cash in this city,” he said. “I am gonna take yo’ two hundred and three dollars. And I will also let you jerk me off. Those two things ain’t related. I am robbin’ you, motherfucker, I ain’t yo’ rent boy.” “Uh, okay,” Rob said. “Can we use your room?” He didn’t want to give this guy the chance to steal his laptop. He wasn’t writing this plowing lesbian story all over again, and he hadn’t backed up since Monday. The Latino nodded, then let him in. He had the room next to Rob’s. As soon as he walked in, he took off his shirt. He kept his chains and his backwards baseball cap on, and he didn’t lower his pants. “You’ll lick balls, right?” “Yes, sir, I will,” Rob said. He blushed at the sight of the Latino’s rippling muscles. That made Rob’s face and chest turn red, and his dick got a little harder in his pants. The Latino beamed like he didn’t get called sir a lot, which is exactly why Rob had done it. “What should I call you, sir?” “Gimme that money and start,” he said, sneering at the question he refused to answer. Rob’s hands shook as he pulled out his wallet. He had exactly two hundred and three dollars in there. He tremblingly handed it over to the Latino, and his hands fumbled with the Latino’s fly. The word Alboroto was tattooed on his belly; Rob didn’t know what it meant. It looked like a nickname, so that was what Rob decided to call him. He unzipped Alboroto’s jeans and pulled his long, thick dick out through the fly. “Get to suckin’, gringo,” Alboroto said. He crossed his arms over his bare chest. Rob kissed the tip to tease him. He produced a mouthful of spit and spat it out on Alboroto’s shaft. Then he sucked the spit back up and repeated that a few times, as he licked the sides and rubbed the entire cockshaft over his lips. But he didn’t actually put it in his mouth yet. Rob loved provoking macho alpha males like Alboroto, who kept his chin up, avoiding looking down at Rob. His arms were over his chest, and every few seconds he scoffed like he was annoyed Rob hadn’t made him cum yet. “What do you need to buy for your girlfriend?” Rob asked. He thwacked that massive cock over his face. It was only half-hard yet, throbbing and meaty, slick with saliva. He kept his tongue out of his mouth, rubbing Alboroto’s dick over it as he talked. “Is it a present? I could help. I know a lot about what girls want.” “What do you know about girls?” “I’m a romance author.” “What?” “Remember I said I’m a writer? I mainly write romance for women,” Rob said. He licked cocksweat off his own lips and rubbed his tongue along the veins that lined Alboroto’s shaft. Rob giggled. “I know a lot about what they want.” Alboroto scoffed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Man, that ain’t relevant. My girl don’t read some gringo’s romance-” He paused like he had just realized something. “Oh. I mean, she read some shit on her kindle-“ “Yeah, that’s it.” “She read yo’ shit?” “Well, I dunno about that, prolly not me specifically,” Rob said. “Is she into rugby jocks?” He deep-throated Alboroto’s dick one time, just lowering his head all the way until he gagged and sputtered. His nose nestled in Alboroto’s trimmed pubic hair. Alboroto gasped. His knees buckled and his dick perked up in Rob’s mouth. His muscles roiling, jaw trembling, Alboroto mumbled something that Rob didn’t understand. It was clear that he was saying that he didn’t know what rugby was and he didn’t pay enough attention to his chica’s interests to know if she read romance novels on her kindle. Rob pulled off and smiled up at Alboroto, who had a flat expression on his face though his suddenly pulsating cock suggested he was enjoying the dome very much. He just didn’t want to admit it. He shifted his weight. Rob took a deep breath. “Your dick tastes so good. I bet your chica loves sucking on it.” He flared his nostrils. “No. She-” His voice broke as Rob deep-throated him again. Alboroto grunted as he again covered up how aroused he was. “She only sucks dick if I, uh… If I do…” His voice trailed off. He looked down at his cock disappearing down Rob’s throat. “I mean, she sucks me off whenevuh I tell her to.” Rob pulled away and clucked his tongue. “Oh, you poor baby. I think all girls should suck their man off every day,” he said. Always tell ‘em what they wanna hear… “Hell yeah, you should run for president,” Alboroto mumbled. He groaned as his dick spasmed in Rob’s mouth. “Is it okay if I lick your balls, sir?” Rob asked. He giggled and blushed. Alboroto nodded. “Yeah, man, open up. You like that?” Alboroto loved it when his girl sucked on his balls, but she hated it and had only done so once. “I love it. I bet you have tasty balls,” Rob said with a laugh. “Si.” Rob turned his head upwards and opened his mouth. Alboroto pulled his heavy, hairy ballsack out of the fly of his jeans, and he plopped it right in Rob’s waiting mouth. Instantly the flavor of Alboroto’s sweat assaulted Rob’s senses. He moaned and gurgled, producing more saliva and tickling Alboroto’s scrotum skin. Alboroto grunted and heaved some more. He kept his arms folded over his chest, accentuating his thick pecs; his muscles kept tensing and flexing and he had to force his hands to remain in position. He closed his eyes and moaned, but bit his lip to stifle it. “You okay, man,” Alboroto said with a dry, throaty chuckle. He wrinkled his nose. “You okay at this. I had better. Pity you ain’t got tits.” Rob said he was sorry for not being a girl, but his mouth was full of sweaty balls, so all that came out was a moist, muffled sound. He licked Alboroto’s scrotum, lapping at it as Alboroto shifted his weight. His eyes bugged out like he had rarely had someone suck his balls so perfectly. Finally Alboroto couldn’t bear to keep his arms folded over his chest anymore. He smacked the motel room wall behind himself and threw his head back. He groaned so loud the sound resonated in Rob’s ears, and he could even feel the vibrations in Alboroto’s cock. “C’mon, lick my dick.” He grabbed Rob’s head as though going to throat him down. But then the feel of Rob’s hair stopped him — it was short and entirely too masculine. Alboroto didn’t want to touch him. But he was enjoying the dome. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He put his arms over his chest again, though he found it difficult to keep them there. Alboroto had never gotten dome from a man before. He would have never admitted that. When he was eighteen, he spent three weeks in prison. When he came back, he told his friends that he had turned a inmate into a whore and had throated him until he begged for mercy. None of that had been true but it had made Alboroto seem like a real gangsta. He was glad to have an opportunity to really do it for once, so now he could truthfully say he wasn’t a bullshitter about this (or at least, it wasn’t completely bullshit). His friends still called him Violador sometimes in reference to it. But he couldn’t admit, even to himself right now, how good the dome from Rob was — he always swore that prison dome was sloppy and crappy. Alboroto had been complaining to his friends for years about how he needed a girl who would suck his dick like a good, submissive bitch should. “Swallow it deep, man, get it all the way in there… Bajo” He wondered if he should ram this gringo in the ass. A part of him said no, of course not, that was too gross. But another part of him said to do it. He had been bragging about plowing that man in prison — he had told people he rammed that prison punk until he cried — so maybe it would be good to actually do it once. He’d never tell his friends about this one, but at least he wouldn’t be lying when he said he did it. In truth, his friends would not think less of him for ramrodding a man. That would simply make him an hombre, which was fine. In his culture, men were either hombres who rammed or pasivos who got rammed. It wasn’t bad to be an hombre. That made you a real man, especially if you rammed your pasivo in a hard and cruel way. So that was what he intended to do. But first, Alboroto called his friend Jamaal. “Yo.” Yo, sup. “You got that Carter Ave deal, right? Yeah. Why you callin’ ‘bout that again? “Just wanted to make sure, nigga.” Whatchoo doin’? “Gettin’ head. You wanna hear?” Alboroto smiled and held the phone low, right next to where his cock plunged down Rob’s throat. His dick was rock-hard now, precum flowing like piss. If he wasn’t distracted by his discomfort with being with a man, Alboroto thought he would have cum already. Sounds nice, man. I thought yo’ chica wasn’t doin’ that anymore- “Shut the fuck up, nigga. My bitch does it when I tell her to.” So that is her? “I ain’t say that. I ain’t say it was a her at all. I gots me a prison bitch, Jamaal.” Oh yeah, right, just like that one in prison, huh? “Fuck you.” E’rybody know you a big bullshitter, Durango. Tha’s prolly some whore you paid like two bucks for dome. “Man, Jamaal-“ How much she charge to take her teeth out first? You know you gonna have to pay for antibiotics, right? Would-a been cheaper to pay more fo’ a better whore. “Ram you, Jamaal! Shut your mouth,” Getting annoyed, Alboroto resumed throating Rob down, since at least that way he could express his frustration, even if it wasn’t aimed at the right person. He gripped Rob’s head with one hand, holding the phone with the other — a few minutes ago he had found it distracting to touch a man’s hair, but now he was both hornier and more distracted, so he didn’t think of that. “Yeah, you here that, Jamaal? Huh? That’s my balls slappin’ on my bitch’s chin.” Oh yeah? That must be nice. Ain’t nobody evuh manage to suck my dick that deep, y’know. Mouths don’t come that big. “I’m gonna come throat yo’ face next,” Alboroto said with a snarl. He hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. He closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. He should never have called Jamaal. Jamaal was going to tell everyone that Alboroto was mess with a toothless herpes-ridden crackwhore. He tried to banish those thoughts from his mind. He focused on the pleasure twinging up from his veiny cockshaft as saliva dripped down it in clumps, landing in his shortened pubic hair — his chica demanded he keep himself trimmed. He pumped his hips, slamming his dick down deep in Rob’s throat. “You gonna make me nut, boy…” Alboroto said. He didn’t mention that his girlfriend’s toothy, off-rhythm sucking never brought him to orgasm so easily, on those rare occasions when he talked her into trying it. When he felt an orgasm coming on quickly, Alboroto grabbed Rob and pulled him off his dick. He felt momentarily disappointed as his dick was now without attention. It felt cold, and it throbbed like it demanded someone touching it, sucking on it, taking it inside some tight, dark hole. “You gonna give up the ass, gringo?” “Yes, sir,” Rob said. He teased Alboroto by standing up and stretching his legs. He knew he had a nice plump ass, which he displayed after dropping his jeans. He made a big show of slowly bending over the bed, knowing that Alboroto would just get more frustrated as he waited. “Do you have lube?” Alboroto nodded. He pulled a tube out of a duffel bag, out of which he had been living for the past month. He poured the lube onto the top of Rob’s asscrack, so it seeped down into his hole. It was cold at first, and Rob let out a shiver. Then he felt an explosion of pressure in his asshole. As always, it hurt at first, more than it felt good, especially this time since Alboroto was not trying to be gentle. But within a few seconds of that throbbing brown meat entering him, Rob moaned as a shard of pre-orgasmic pleasure hit him. He was already rock-hard from the taste of Alboroto’s dick, and now his excited prostate sent him to the next level. “Ah, yes, stick it in me, Alboroto…” he said. His voice broke and he hung his head. “You ain’t gotta tell me that,” Alboroto said. He saw Rob’s wallet on the floor and fished it out as he worked his dick in, centimeter by centimeter. He didn’t want to steal the man’s credit cards, that was too dangerous, but he did want to see if he had any emergency cash. Sure enough, there was a folded-up fifty dollar bill, which Alboroto pocketed. He wanted to distract the gringo, so he grabbed his own clean wifebeater and used it like a tether in the guy’s mouth. Rob bit down hard on the fabric, which smelled of Alboroto’s sweat and his cheap cologne, a generic-brand body spray by the scent of it. That made Rob’s dick throb and leak precum onto the mattress — Rob loved the funky smell of unwashed men. “Gonna ramroad you the way a vato should,” Alboroto said. “Get on your back, bitch.” His chest was dappled with sweat. He dropped the wifebeater, pulled his dick out and rolled Rob over. Right after being released from prison when he was eighteen, Alboroto’s uncle had told him how a real hombre should ram his pasivo. He said that the pasivo has to be on his back, with his legs in the air, both because that was similar to a position you might fuck a woman in and because it meant he couldn’t run away — Alboroto’s uncle had been in prison off and on throughout his life, in the US, Mexico and also Guatemala briefly. Now he really wanted that position, even if it did mean he’d be able to see Rob’s cock as he jacked himself off. That just seemed gross. Alboroto couldn’t imagine how anyone took dick in the ass and liked it, and seeing Rob’s hard cock made it impossible to avoid thinking about that. So he closed his eyes and pumped his hips. His cock was all the way in Rob’s ass. That had been so easy, and it felt so good, he didn’t even notice that he felt no real resistance. He had never fucked a girl who didn’t complain about his dick in her ass. It was nice to be able to pound away as hard as he could, knowing he wouldn’t have to hear constant whining and telling him to take a break. He held Rob’s feet in position, and he was so aroused he didn’t even notice Rob’s leg hair scratching against Alboroto’s flesh. Alboroto slammed his dick in and out, marveling at how tight Rob’s ass was, yet loose enough that Alboroto could ram him hard. The more he plowed back and forth, the less inhibited he got. Alboroto slapped Rob’s asscheeks, which his girl hated, and smiled as that made Rob clench and moan. Waves of pleasure erupted from deep within Alboroto. He was about to orgasm when his cell phone rang. He knew who it was even before he pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket. It was his chica, Rosa. “Keep quiet, man,” he said. He answered the phone. “Hey, baby.” You pawn those chains yet? “It’s been like twenty minutes, chica.” So? My birthday is still tomorrow, and if you think I’m lettin’ my sister show me up, you got another thing comin’. “Baby, I tol’ you, I’d buy it,” he said. He sniffled. Alboroto spoke quietly and plainly to her, his bravado largely gone. He kept plowing as he talked, but he moved his hips slowly, both to keep himself from orgasming as he talked and because he didn’t want to make noise. He sighed. Don’t you roll your eyes at me, nigga. I can hear you- “You can’t hear my eyes roll.” Yes, I can, you no-good asshole. You fuckin’ some slut right now? “No, baby!” I want that perfume, Durango. You promised it. You always say that you buy me nice things because you’re such a gangsta, but you never actually do it- “I said I’d do it! I’ll buy it!” he said. He stopped moving with his dick all the way in Rob’s ass, so deep Rob’s balls even touched Alboroto’s crotch-hair. His dick throbbed against Rob’s prostate, making Rob writhe as he tried to avoid crying out. Alboroto was very annoyed, especially that she had called him Durango — that’s what she always called him, but Rob had started to call him Alboroto because he didn’t know his real name and it was tattooed on his belly. Alboroto had never gotten his girl to call him that. She constantly “forgot” and called him Durango. He felt like a loser complaining about it to her, but it did annoy him, and as he had been listening to Rob moan about how much he loved Alboroto’s cock sliding into him, Alboroto was now reminded of why he liked to be called by his street name. The perfume was one recently released by a Latina rapper named Reinita Ray. Alboroto didn’t see what the big deal was — it was just a perfume — but his girlfriend idolized Reinita Ray, and her sister had gone to a concert that Alboroto had “accidentally” (but really on-purpose) forgotten to buy tickets for. So he couldn’t fail to buy the perfume as well. You had better, nigga. You gonna pawn those chains? “Nah. I’m robbin’ this gringo instead. Don’t call me again, I’m in the middle of a robbery,” he said. He hung up the phone before she could say anything. He turned it off. That oughta sound like a real gangsta, he thought to himself, and it wasn’t even a lie, not really. He rammed so hard his balls slapped against Rob’s asscheeks. One of his hands had wandered over while he was on the phone, and now it rested above Rob’s neck, holding him in place. Alboroto gave him a squeeze. It wasn’t tight enough to strangle Rob, but it did get his attention. His mind was swimming with pleasure, as he stroked himself off and wiggled on the bedspread. The blankets and sheets were wadded up by now, on the foot of the bed. It was obvious Alboroto was about to cum. Rob orgasmed as well, his prostate singing and tingling with every thrust of Alboroto’s cock into him. Rob’s entire body tensed and clenched. He threw his head back and screamed so loud people outside the motel room could hear. As cum flew over Rob’s stomach, Alboroto wrinkled his nose. He knew a lot of hombres didn’t allow their pasivos to jack off while they got rammed — he wished he had thought of that before, because now he could smell semen, which made his stomach churn. He even saw it trickle down Rob’s flesh, most of it going over the side and onto the mattress, but one rivulet ran down to Alboroto’s cock. If he wasn’t on the verge of orgasming as well, he would have stopped to punish Rob for getting cum on him. “Take it, man, yeah…” But he didn’t want to stop, even if he did feel another man’s semen coating his dick. That made him shudder with disgust. His muscles tensed. His gold and platinum changed tinkled when they clanged against each other as he rammed. “Take it, gringo, yeah, you gonna get filled up…” He moaned as he came. He forgot about pretending he would rather be plowing a girl — he would, of course, but only if she had an ass exactly like this gringo. He strangled Rob for real, for just a few seconds, long enough to make him wiggle and clench his ass again. It felt like he was tearing that ass up, which made Alboroto feel like a tough guy, like his father. “Oh god, Alboroto, your dick is so perfect…” He slammed his dick in and out, even as it became uncomfortably sensitive. He liked hearing Rob enthusiastically beg for more, and he liked watching how every thrust of his hips made Rob squirm a little more. He also liked how his cumload made a big mess the more he rammed, big waves of bubbly, frothy cum coating his crotch and soaking into the mattress. “You done, punk? Huh?” Alboroto asked — his uncle had said this was how you finished inside a pasivo in prison, so Alboroto wanted to try it out — “Huh? Answer me, bitch. You want me to pull out? I ain’t gonna pull out till you beg me to do it. Gonna stay inside ya-“ “Don’t ever pull out,” Rob said, his voice weak and tremulous. His entire body shook as aftershocks of his orgasm washed over him. He moaned again and clutched the mattress beneath himself. Alboroto’s dick slowly limpened inside Rob’s guts. “Tell me when you done, bitch. Tell me…” His menacing voice trailed off as he realized this wasn’t going to work. Maybe in prison where you weren’t doing it on a comfortable bed, and you didn’t have nice lube. But here, this gringo was in no hurry to get Alboroto to pull out. That meant Alboroto had painted himself into a corner — he was too proud to remove his cock without hearing Rob beg, since he had sworn he wouldn’t. If Rob wasn’t going to beg, there was nothing Alboroto could do without losing face. “Can you move your dick a little to the left?” Rob asked. “There’s a spot there…” He groaned and smiled as Alboroto’s dick shifted and another wave of pleasure hit him. In actuality, there was a lot of discomfort too, now that they had both cum. But Rob liked making things difficult for Alboroto — it brought out the machismo in him. Alboroto’s muscles tensed and flexed. “Ain’t gonna pull out till you make me, bitch. Beg me for it,” Alboroto said. He spat on Rob’s face, but Rob just sucked it up. That made Alboroto gag, as did the sight of his dick in Rob’s hairy, frothy-cummed asshole. Could he just pull out? Embarrassing himself in front of some random gringo who wasn’t even from Riverside shouldn’t be a problem, he thought. But he still didn’t want to do it. Rob grinned. It finally got uncomfortable enough he gave in. “Please, sir, take your dick out, so I can clean it off.” “Alright,” Alboroto said, relieved to be done. He pulled his dick out, deliberately keeping his head up so he didn’t see it — he didn’t want to know how nasty his cock looked right now. He hadn’t thought to make his bitch clean his dick off, but that was a good idea. Rob used kleenex to wipe the shaft off. He used most of an entire box, sopping up all the cum and the assjuice and the spit that still clung to it. Then he kissed Alboroto’s dick right on the shaft. Alboroto shuddered as his knees buckled. His dick spasmed, reawakening all of the pleasure that had diminished since he finished plowing. His voice broke as he mumbled for Rob to quit playing with it. “Damn, gringo. You really like cock, huh?” “I like your cock, baby,” Rob said. He leaned back on the bed, naked, until Alboroto barked at him to get dressed. “We done now, gringo. Unless you got more cash I ain’t rob off you yet,” he said. He put his wifebeater back on. Rob slowly put his clothes on while Alboroto grinned at him. Rob made a kissy face, and Alboroto looked away. “Hey, Alboroto,” Rob said. “I don’t have any more cash. But I’ll write you a check for a hundred dollars if you kiss me, with tongue. You don’t have any way of knowing if the check will clear. You’ll just have to trust me.” “No way! Fuck no! I ain’t no kinda pansy,” Alboroto said. His blood boiled, but his anger came mainly from the fact that he knew he was going to say yes — a hundred bucks and all he had to do was spend a couple seconds pretending he was with a girl? He could do that. “Absolutely not, gringo. That is fuckin’ nasty.” But then before Rob could say anything, Alboroto grabbed him in his arms and threw him back on the bed, where Rob felt the wet spots and smelled the cumstains they had just created. Alboroto’s muscular chest flexed beneath Rob’s grasp as Alboroto kissed him right on the lips. His tongue plunged into Rob’s mouth and stayed there, completely still, not moving even when Rob’s tongue touched it. It was like Alboroto thought sticking his tongue in Rob’s mouth was okay, but moving it around made it feel too weird. To Rob, Alboroto’s awkwardness made it even better. That was what he liked. It was, objectively speaking, the worst kiss ever. But Rob got to grope Alboroto’s strapping back and even his plump asscheeks beneath his jeans, before Alboroto finally pulled away. He growled. “You best write that check, bitch. And if it don’t cash… I swear to God, I will track you down. Your address is on the check, y’know.” “Oh right,” Rob said, making it sound like he had really forgotten that. The address on the check was in Florida, and if Alboroto did go there, he’d find just a UPS store. But Rob didn’t let on. The check would clear. Alboroto beamed like he had just gotten away with something as Rob wrote out the check. He put machismo in the memo line. “I’ll leave that top line blank,” Rob said, “since you don’t want to tell me your real name.” He nodded and swiped the check. “Now get out, bitch.” Rob did as he was told. He was glad to be away from Alboroto safely, even if he was also going to miss that cock.
When Avery stumbles across an alpha male skater behind a convenience store, he didn’t know what he was in for! Mucker and his buddies are totally hardcore, and Mucker is ready to give Avery the longdicking he requires… with a little monetary persuasion.
That means Avery is in for a world of skatepunk alpha male action!
Avery waited in the alley behind the gas station. It was a secluded little spot, blocked from view by the store clerk’s car. The Long Beach air was salty and coarse because they were near the ocean. Cars honked nearby, but it sounded very distant back here, muffled by the store and the car and the dumpster and the city itself. “You do it-“ “I said I’d do it, no problem, I’m no fuckin’ pansy. But if I do it, it’s my skateboard.” “Man, the whole point was that we share the skateboard.” “Then you do it too.” “Can’t we just share it?” “I might let you borrow it from time to time,” said Mucker — he was the rather lanky shaved-head white one with a tattoo of a flaming skull on his forearm and Gothic writing on his belly. He sucked on his teeth. “I’m gonna do it. Both of you all can jerk me off.” He chuckled. He came back around to Avery’s side of the car, in the alley behind the convenience store. He obviously didn’t realize that Avery heard him and his buddies talking. Mucker and his two friends were skateboarders. Mucker had a punk rock hardcore look, while his friends were more of a Goth — Bram — and a hipster — Leif. But all three were handsome and alluring, with physiques worth seeking out. That was what Avery liked. He greatly appreciated the male form. “Hey, I’m in, bro,” Mucker said like it was no big deal. He had a cocky swagger, though Avery could tell he was nervous. “You got a smoke? Gimme a smoke too.” Avery didn’t smoke, but he had a pack of cigarettes he had bought for just this possibility. They were probably kind of stale now, but Mucker didn’t seem to care as he took one. Then he scowled and grabbed the pack. “Pay upfront.” “No way. How do I know you’ll stay?” “You don’t, man.” Mucker lit his cigarette with a match. “I’m gonna take your three hundred dollars no matter what. You can pay me and jerk me off. Or I can rob you and punch you in the face. Your choice.” “I’ll pay you,” Avery said with a shrug. He had a feeling something like that would happen. He’d run into Mucker and his buddies back in a skate park, and he’d known from the first glance that Mucker was a gettable piece of rough trade. He had that studly a-mouth’s-a-mouth look, like he just needed to bust a nut and didn’t care whose mouth swallowed it. Avery dropped to his knees in front of Mucker, who sighed like this was a big imposition. He flopped his cock out in front of his shorts. Avery hadn’t paid him yet, but Mucker either didn’t want to force the issue or was so anxious he had forgotten about the demand. His two friends, Bram and Leif, giggled but shushed themselves because it wasn’t manly enough. They serioused up their faces and looked dourly upon the scene, wrinkling their noses when Mucker’s dick started to get hard. “See? It ain’t bad,” Mucker said. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as the other guys. His cock was still limp, which didn’t bother Avery, who enjoyed playing with a limp dick and in any case could feel the hardon burgeoning within. It’d get hard soon enough. Meanwhile he slathered spit up and down the shaft. Mucker screwed up his eyes. “It’s good dome.” “Can you feel hair on his face?” “Yeah, he’s got some stubble-“ “No, I can’t feel it, bro,” Mucker said. He scoffed as though that was a ridiculous notion. Avery knew it wasn’t ridiculous — some guys hated feeling even a bit of scruff on their dicks — but if you were tough enough, it didn’t matter. Vaginas had hair too, around the outside. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but not all men saw it that way. His dick starting to firm, Mucker laughed. “You guys got too many hangups. That’s why you can’t get girls.” “Man, fuck you, I get girls.” “Not like me,” Mucker said. He pursed his lips, kissing the air. He frowned down at Avery, whose lips formed a tight seal around his veiny shaft. “I bet you guys get blowjobs like this, all nice and shit. Right?” He demonstrated making sweet love, moaning and smiling as he humped the back of Avery’s throat. He screwed up his face again, pretending out like a romantic loverboy, making kisses at a girl. The sight of Mucker’s undulating chest muscles beneath his torn black t-shirt made Avery’s dick twitch in his hand. He slurped the sweat off Mucker’s shaft, making the sound as loud and moist as possible. “That’s not how to fuck,” Mucker said. “Don’t be nice like that, you gotta do it hard. Girls don’t like it like that. Girls want you to plow ’em hard.” He powerfully rammed Avery’s face to demonstrate — it wasn’t violent, like daggering, but he undulated his hips, grinding his dick deep into Avery’s throat. When Avery choked, Mucker clucked his tongue and kept pushing. “You ain’t some kinda gigolo, Mucker-“ “I been with more girls than you,” Mucker said with a cocky snort, still plowing Avery’s throat gently. “Trust me. Girls love it like this.” He smiled at his buddies, who fidgeted with the beat-up old sticker-clad skateboards in their hands. “Like this.” He grabbed the back of Avery’s head, smiled down at him and fed his dick deep into Avery’s throat. When Avery gagged and sputtered, Mucker moaned and pulled away. “See? Ya gotta move your hips-” Pleasure rippled visibly through his powerful chest. “Don’t be more gentle.” Avery croaked and gasped. A few tendrils of spit connected his lip to Mucker’s dick. “What?” “Throat me harder,” Avery said. “Please? Ram my mouth so hard. Turn my throat into your pussy. Make my belly pregnant, man. Your dick is so good. I need more-“ He was interrupted by a torrent of laughter from Bram and Leif. Mucker looked down at Avery with a sour face, like he never thought somebody might want it harder. He gulped, then put on a more serious expression. “Oh, you like it like that, huh? Well, fine, I can always get rougher,” Mucker said with a cocky sneer. He resumed throating Avery down, slamming his dick all the way in. When Avery didn’t struggle — though he did choke and sputter again — Mucker swayed his hips to the side. Avery gagged and swallowed Mucker’s shaft to the root, his nose nuzzling Mucker’s pubes, but Mucker just moaned and shook his head, doing a little mock-orgasm to make his friends laugh. “Damn, maybe I should make men jerk me off more often,” Mucker said with a gasp. He licked his teeth. “Hey, you jerk a lotta guys off?” He pulled off Avery’s mouth, but Avery just gasped for air. He was unable to speak still. Mucker waited patiently with his dick right in front of Avery’s mouth. Spit dripped off the shaft, which Avery stroked with both hands. “Huh? You jerk guys off a lot?” Avery shrugged. “Yeah.” He heaved for air. “You really like it?” “That’s nasty,” Mucker said. He put his dick back in Avery’s mouth and jabbed it around, exploring every corner of his mouth. He touched the inside of Avery’s cheek and his cocktip poked out the side of his face. When he rubbed the tip through Avery’s cheek, he felt the peach-fuzz there, frowned and withdrew his fingers. Precum flowed into Avery’s throat. He guzzled it down, savoring every drop. It tasted funky, like Mucker didn’t shower too regularly — that was perfect for Avery. He loved Mucker’s trashy skater look and the taste of his unwashed body. His precum flowed copiously, coating Avery’s mouth. Avery’s fingers danced up Mucker’s chest, slipping underneath his shirt to grope his toned muscles. “I ain’t say you could touch my chest,” Mucker said. His pecs flexed beneath Avery’s fingers, and Mucker’s whole body turned redder and redder, either from embarrassment or arousal or maybe anger at his buddies or a combination of all three. Taking his mouth away and licking up and down Mucker’s shaft, Avery smiled. “You’re a big strong man. Push my hands away if you don’t want ‘em there.” He tweaked Mucker’s nipples again, hard enough this time that it must have hurt, but he kept going even as Mucker bristled and shifted his weight between his feet. Mucker’s eyes fluttered. He waited a few seconds, but then he did push Avery’s hands away from his nipples. He grunted. His face had turned well ruddy by now, and his eyes were bugging out. His dick twitched, sending out a stream of precum and throbbing against Avery’s tongue. Avery sucked on it like a lollipop. “Hey, put on some music,” Mucker muttered. “I always listen to music when I fuck chicks. Get my phone, Leif — ah, shit, I know, play that ‘Hey Girl, Yo’ Boyfriend Was My Prison Bitch’ song.” Leif laughed as he came forward, then stopped as though there was an invisible ring of yuck around Mucker and Avery. He couldn’t grab the phone Mucker was giving him without coming close. “Uh… Stop moving for a sec,” Leif said. “What? No, man, I’m gettin’ dome over here. Just grab the phone,” Mucker said. As if to demonstrate, he grabbed ahold of Avery’s ears and shook his head, moving it all around on his cock and making Avery gag all over again. His one hand still held the phone out, but he didn’t move any closer to Leif. “There’s… Don’t splash on me, bro. I don’t wanna get too close and-” Leif said. Bram burst into loud guffaws. “Man, don’t be a pussy. What? You never touched a little precum and spit?” “Well… Only my own, man…” “You’re such a pansy. It’s raw and bestial and if you wanna be hardcore, you gotta get past your hangups with it,” Mucker said. He pumped one of his biceps and sneered at Leif. “You’re like some mainstream pop-punk sell-out who-” He yelped in surprise as Avery came off his dick and stood. He sucked on Mucker’s rock-hard, bulging bicep. Mucker gasped. “Uh…” “You gotta get past your hangups, Mucker,” Avery said. He slid his tongue over the stale sweat clinging to Mucker’s strapping upper arm and shoulder. His muscles were firm and hot, salty with old sweat. It didn’t seem Mucker showered a lot. “Oh, yeah… I was just surprised. I mean… I guess you can kiss my arm, or whatever,” Mucker said. Despite his words, he seemed nervous and uncomfortable. His whole body rippled when Avery grabbed his dick with one hand and stroked while he licked Mucker’s tattooed biceps. Mucker smiled wanly. His cock pulsated in Avery’s grip. “See? I, uh… It’s just my body. No big deal.” “Can I kiss you?” Avery asked. “No!” “It’s just your body,” Avery said. He smiled as Bram and Leif laughed. “You said that, Mucker.” “Go for it, freak!” “I mean…” Mucker blushed. His eyes opened wide as he raced to think of a reason. “I just… You haven’t paid for that, that’s it. I would too, I’d say yes. Double it. If you double it, you can kiss me and I’ll ram you in the ass too, I don’t even care.” “Fine.” The alley was filled with silence that lasted for awhile, and Avery kept stroking Mucker’s hardon that whole time. Mucker stammered as his friends howled and clapped. Hey, you punks get outta there! I’ll call the cops! The alley isn’t for you! Get away from my car! “Fuck you, Aarush!” Leif yelled. The convenience store clerk had come out and seen Leif and Bram in the alley near the parked car — the clerk’s car — but Avery was concealed. The dumpster blocked Mucker and Avery from view, so the store clerk probably assumed the skateboarders were skateboarding back here, or maybe preparing to steal his car. He yelled something else but Avery didn’t catch what he said. “I mean… Do you have that much money?” Mucker asked. He sighed. “I only have three hundred dollars cash on me,” Avery said. “But I’ll give you that and buy you a skateboard with my credit card.” Mucker flared his nostrils. It was clear he hadn’t considered this possibility. This was in a very poor section of Long Beach, which was entirely poor to begin with. Mucker, it seemed, assumed that six hundred dollars was way beyond what Avery could pay. But he could really use a new skateboard. “Uh… Fine.” Mucker hung his head. His dick still spewed precum into Avery’s hand. “Wait, more!” “What?” “Uh… I can’t think of what, but when we go to the store, you gotta buy more than just the skateboard. Like… a t-shirt, or something. Or whatever, not that.” It sounded like Mucker was too nervous to think of anything else for sale in the skater store. Leif spoke up. “Get us a new bong, man.” “Oh, yeah, a bong! A nice one. A big one!” “Not a big one, man, they suck! They waste so much weed!” Leif said. “Fine, a small bong. And a big bong. One of each. And some rolling papers. And a lighter. Two lighters.” “Sure. Whatever you boys want,” Avery said. He smiled. Then, before Mucker could think of more things to add to the list, Avery kissed him right on the lips. Mucker’s whole body tensed. Bram and Leif erupted in howling peals of laughter. Mucker stood straight as an arrow. He submitted to Avery’s hands roaming up his chest now, caressing his trembling muscles. Avery’s tongue plunged into Mucker’s mouth. Mucker didn’t move a muscle, but Avery still loved the taste of his nervous boy spit. He battered every inch of Mucker’s mouth with his tongue, then, all in one smooth motion, pulled away and lifted Mucker’s shirt off with both hands. His powerful, ropy-muscled body was heavily tattooed, with anarchy symbols and Gothic lettering. He closed his eyes as Avery licked the sweat off his chest, teasing his sternum and his nipples. He massaged Mucker’s back muscles, and his hands slid down to grope his firm asscheeks. “Shut the fuck up,” Mucker muttered at his friends when they continued to react as though a man-on-man kiss was the most amazing thing they had ever seen. Mucker scoffed and regained his composure. “It’s not a big deal. What’s going on with that music, Leif?” But Leif wasn’t paying attention, still holding Mucker’s phone in one hand. Mucker shook his head and sighed. He looked confident, but Avery could feel and taste his anxiety in the way his muscles rippled beneath Avery’s tongue. Leif chuckled. “So is this what girls like, man? You sellin’ yourself for a new lighter?” “Two new lighters-” Bram said. “Man, fuck you both!” Mucker roared. He took a deep drag on his cigarette as though he didn’t care about Avery licking his chest, tracing an outline of his muscles and his tattoos. Mucker scoffed. “Girls like everything I do, man, cuz I got game.” He jabbed a finger over Avery’s head at Leif and Bram. “You got game? Yeah, right…” “Girls don’t like everything you do. Remember that skateboard trick?” Leif asked. “What skateboard trick?” Bram and Leif both laughed and tried to tell the story at the same time. They remained on the far side of the alley though. They shushed each other, but eventually Leif’s voice overpowered Bram’s. “It was last Halloween. This fucking idiot was drunk and trying to impress a girl-“ “I was not trying to impress anyone, it was just a-“ “Shut up, Mucker. He was trying to impress this girl, who wasn’t even hot. She-“ “She was hot!” “She had a butterface, bro, and not a good one. You had beer goggles. Or malt liquor goggles, whatever,” Leif said. “He balanced his skateboard on his cock.” Avery giggled. “What?” “I saw it on YouTube, fuck you all!” Mucker said. He blushed and growled down at Avery. His cock pulsated in Avery’s hand, as he watched Avery lick up and down his powerful chest. “He got his dick hard in the bushes, then showed up at the beach bonfire where everyone was sitting, and he put the skateboard on its side on his cock. He thought everyone would be impressed he could hold a skateboard with his dick.” “That is impressive,” Avery said. “He had it on the top of his cock, leaning against his body,” Bram said. “The girls ran out of there like it was a fuckin’ tornado,” Leif said, laughing so hard his face turned red. “Even fucking Edna left, and she’s the biggest slut in the world. Biggest both literally and figuratively.” The funniest part of the story was how embarrassed Mucker was by it. It even deflated his erection a little. It was clear he prided himself on his success with women, so this story was a major blow to his self-image. He screwed up his face at Leif and Bram. “That’s… whatever, man, whatever…” Mucker muttered. He bit his lip. It looked like, if Leif was close enough, Mucker would have punched him. But he’d have to pull Avery off his muscle worship of Mucker’s body. “Let me see it.” Avery said. “Girls will always think that is gross and weird. But I’ll be impressed. Lemme see it.” Mucker smiled, ignoring his friends’ snickering. He grabbed his ratty old skateboard and stroked his own cock to be sure it was fully hard. Then he gingerly balanced it on his shaft. As Bram said, he leaned it against his flat belly. “Man, only old dudes are impressed by it.” “That is so stupid.” Bram laughed so hard he choked a little. “Shut up, guys,” Mucker put the skateboard down — he only balanced it for a few seconds, so it wasn’t really that impressive — and wiped some dirt off his dickshaft. “You want me in your ass, let’s do it. Come on. Bend over and grab your ankles. You want something to bite down on?” He snarled and barked like a Marine in basic training. He flexed his biceps. When Avery didn’t bend over fast enough, Mucker forced him into position. Avery did bend all the way over to grab his own ankles — that was an awkward position for him, but he wanted to do whatever Mucker ordered. He wanted to make this feel so good Mucker demanded more. Mucker inhaled sharply as he pushed his dick in. He sighed as soon as the first half-inch or so was inside, as though he was worried he wouldn’t be able to do it and was relieved he got at least this far. He took a deep breath and kept working it in. Then he closed his eyes. He kept his face angled deeper into the alley so he didn’t have to watch his own dick slide into Avery’s ass. Avery had to bend awkwardly over while using both hands to separate his cheeks and guide Mucker’s dick in. “Cornhole him!” “Here it is, bro,” Leif said. He fidgeted with the phone, then a pounding techno bassline came out. The sound was tinny and faint, but Mucker modified his humping to fit the beat. The only words Avery could make out was I’m gonna fuck you, girl, like I rammed your boyfriend in prison. That sounded hot, so Avery made a mental note to look up the video when he got home. I swear to God, you fuckers, I called the police! You can’t skateboard back there! The clerk barked from the store door, still not coming close enough to see what happened on the far side of the dumpster. “Fuck you, Aarush! We’re not skateboarding!” Leif yelled. He came to the edge of the alley and bellowed. “We’re doing… something else.” He paused and chuckled. “We’re making money. We’re exchanging services for money.” “Yeah, we’re doing capitalism, Aarush!” Bram called out. Are you selling drugs? You boys get outta there! You’re gonna get arrested. You’re all going to jail. Avery looked up and made a nervous face, but Mucker waved him off. Mucker’s cheeks were red as he began to ram harder and harder, losing his anxiety the more he rammed, deeper and deeper with each thrust into Avery’s ass. “Don’t worry, they won’t send you to jail,” Mucker said. “And it takes the cops like an hour to get here.” Bram chuckled. “He’d probably like it if he went to jail with us.” “Oh yeah, you’d get all weekend to molest us.” Mucker slapped Avery’s ass and pounded. He grunted as his balls thwacked loudly against Avery’s thighs. Avery groaned. Pangs of pleasure and pain rang up his spine. Bent over and grabbing his ankles was a difficult position, but he loved it, and he could tell that Mucker liked it too. Mucker’s shirtless chest writhed, his strapping muscles gleaming as they had become covered with a sheen of sweat. He had a nice, plump, thick cock that was plenty difficult to take but not so big that it actually hurt. Avery moaned and spread his cheeks, allowing Mucker to demolish his ass. Mucker used every ounce of power in his lithe body, slamming his entire weight down to ram Avery’s ass as hard as he could. Meanwhile, Leif continued to yell back and forth with Aarush, whose stentorian voice filled the air. Avery couldn’t hear any of their words, he just heard the tenor of their shouting match. The feeling of that massive cock in his ass ripping him apart made Avery scream as he reached orgasm. “Aw, fuck!!!” Avery was so loud so suddenly that it made Mucker jump in surprise. It also made his ass clench around Mucker’s dick, which was, it seemed, enough to send Mucker over the edge as well. Jizz jetted into Avery’s ass. Avery lifted his head, throwing himself back on Mucker’s body, as his booty filled up with Mucker’s creamy seed. He leaned his head back as pleasure coursed through his veins, spurts of cum landing in his ass. Avery stuck his tongue out and licked sweat up off Mucker’s trembling neck. Hey, Mucker, they’re early! 5-O! Leif’s voice rang out. It felt very distant to Avery, whose mind didn’t process the flashing siren lights he saw reflected off the side of the dumpster. The cops were here! “Ah, shit, shit,” Mucker said breathlessly. “I’ll distract ‘em, just hurry up,” Bram said. He jogged away from the alley, seemingly glad to get away from the sordid scene. Mucker and Avery both sighed. Mucker’s eyes were closed, and his cock spasmed as it shot out his last few drops of cum. His muscles pulsated against Avery’s smooth back. They could have stayed like that for an eternity. Avery wouldn’t have minded. He greatly enjoyed the feel of Mucker’s post-orgasmic cock, still hard but limpening quickly, inside his ass, while he sucked sweat off Mucker’s tattooed muscles. But the sound of police officers demanding information out by the store made Avery and Mucker jump into action. As Mucker withdrew his cock, Avery opened his mouth and kissed him on the lips. Mucker jumped again, but submitted, just for a moment. Avery sucked on his lips and passionately slathered kisses all over Mucker’s face. Mucker pushed him away. “Okay, you got your shit. You got what you paid for,” Mucker said. He wiped his lips off. “Bro… Fuck, bro… Fuck…” He glanced down the alley and pulled his pants up without bothering to wipe his dick off. He put his shirt on. He shook his head and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Gimme that three hundred later, the cops’ll just think we’re selling drugs if they see me with that kind of cash. I was back here showing you moves on my skateboard, okay? You’re… a journalist or something, okay? Doing a piece on me cuz I’m like, the best skateboarder in the county.” Hey! Is someone else back there in the alley? Come on out with your hands up. “Okay,” Avery said. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t worried about this situation. He knew enough to know how to handle the cops. He waited for Mucker to go first, so Avery could watch his ass, hugged by boxers and revealed by his sagging dirty jeans. Avery licked his lips and followed, hands in the air. Keep your hands up, boys! You got anything sharp in your pockets? He sighed. This definitely hadn’t ended how he’d hoped it was going to go.
He saw a stranger, a young buck of a redneck in overalls with paint and grass stains covering the fabric. He wore no shirt, revealing a broad, ruddy and work-toned chest. He had on heavy work-boots stained with mud. His dirty blond hair was long and scraggly. Then he cleared his throat and spoke, in a deep, lowcountry South Carolina accent, but sounding like he was trying to speak as politely as he could.
