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Rob had no idea he was talking to a celebrity. When he later mentioned that he knew Sam “The Yee-Haw Yank” Washington, people reacted like that was a big deal. But at the time, Rob only knew that he was a college football player and that he wore a broad-brimmed cowboy hat. Rob had no interest in football — though he loved football jocks — so he didn’t even think about Sam as a potential celebrity.
When they met, Sam was still in college, at the height of his career. He was tall, broad-shouldered, six-packed, with perfectly taut skin and high cheekbones and a godlike chin, and his face was framed by the cowboy hat he rarely took off. He wore a Hawaiian shirt too, because he was between football seasons, so he was technically on vacation, and here, the sun beat down upon the landscape, baking the acres of prairie that stretched in every direction. The shirt was unbuttoned though, revealed his broad and powerful chest. His face was impossibly squarish, his jaw perfectly jutting, like an action hero.
Last year, Sam’s football team was on the other side of the country, where nobody knew him and no girls threw themselves at him, so Rob had propositioned him. He offered to jack Sam off, thinking he would need a little release since he was away from his girlfriends.
Only Sam said no. He had scoffed as though it was impossible. And now, more than a year later, Sam was back. He was in town again (visiting his brother and a gaggle of nieces and nephews) and again, he was alone as long as he was here. He drove his giant pickup truck to the gym, where he had bought a temporary membership, then heavy-foot padded his way inside. He moved more gracefully than a powerfully heavy man like him seemed capable of. He hadn’t come to the gym intending to cornhole Rob. He had totally forgotten about being propositioned last year. He was horny though, his dick stirring every time he saw a sexy woman in the gym. This particular gym had a lot of fatties but also enough trim and fit babes to get Sam’s juices revving.
This gym also had a water cooler with lemon and cucumber slices in it, which pissed Sam off. That wasn’t how it was in his home gym. He wanted plain water, ice-cold, the ice cubes clinking around it. The water here wasn’t particularly cold, and it had freaking vegetables in it — ridiculous, as far as the Yee-Haw Yank was concerned.
Sam’s half-hard dick firmed up in his shorts as he fumed about the water and watched the women work out. Rob was there, and Sam remembered Rob propositioning him last year. Sam had said no last year, but now he wanted to get a nut off so bad it hurt. His balls ached.
So, wearing his cowboy hat and Hawaiian shirt on the way into the locker room to change, he said to Rob, “Hey, dude, bro, hey, remember me? Yippee-kay-eye, buddy!” He grinned like he was making a stellar joke and expected universal adulation.
“Oh, hi… Uh… Yeah.” Rob bit his lip, nervous that he could still get in trouble for having propositioned Sam last year.
Sam’s jaw gaped. He didn’t know how to talk to girls without using his fame as a crutch, and he certainly didn’t know how to talk to a weird man like Rob. He hadn’t thought about it before opening his mouth, and now he couldn’t think of what to say. He blushed sheepishly.
Before, Rob had offered to jack him off without any hesitation. Sam didn’t have to think about how to make it happen. But of course Rob wouldn’t do that now, because Sam had responded poorly the first time.
“Howdy, pardner,” Sam said with a smile, showing off those dimples and his perfect teeth. “I remembuh what you done offer last year, yee-haw!” He paused like he expected Rob to burst into laughter or cheering. “I’m hornier ‘an a junebug in July.”
“Oh. Okay.” Rob paused. “I don’t know what that means”
“Last year, you made a offer, and I said no, but I done reconsider. Used-ta have females drippin’ from me,” Sam said. “But they all gone right now. They be back. They can’t resist me.” He smiled bigly and shouted, “Yee-haw!”. Yee-haw was sort of a catchphrase of his — Sam was from New York, so he had adopted the habit of shouting yee-haw after moving to Texas.
“Oh!” Rob’s eyes lit up. His heart skipped a beat. “You wanna do it? You wanna cornhole me?”
“Uh, well… I mean…” He grabbed his dick through his sweatpants. “I mean… Yeah, or kinda, or whatevuh, y’know. No disrespect, dude.” He paused. “I can get girls. There’s this chick who digs me… Nevermind, I can, like… I got girls all ovuh, dude. You don’t even know.”
It was pretty obvious that wasn’t true, but Rob wasn’t about to mention that. “Of course you do, look at you. How could any girl turn you down?”
“I know, right,” Sam said. “Chicks love me so much, rubbin’ free in a rut, a butt a nut… hmmm-hmm…” That was a rap of sorts, freestyle, but his rhythm faded. Then Sam said, “I’m from the Bronx. You know we invented rap, right?”
“Uh-huh.” Rob was entranced by the curving muscles of Sam’s body, stretching thickly like the noble buffalo ranging the open lands and amber waves that constituted the Texas landscape. He motioned for Rob to follow him outside. He had parked his pickup truck behind the gym. It was a huge truck with a great big bed in the back, and it sported an American flag and bald eagle with a bazooka shooting commies painted on the side.
“Yeah,” Sam said as he showed Rob to the truck. His heart pounded just as fast as Rob’s, though Sam tried to play it cool, so he seemed nonchalant. He didn’t want this pervy stranger to think he was squeamish or weird. His dick stirred and came alive. “Ah, shit, man… I need to blow a nut, fo’ real.” It sounded like he was imitating a black man he knew well.
Rob bent over and bared his ass on the far side of the truck, so the truck itself shielded them from view by anyone behind the gym. On the other side was just open woods with a dense layer of shrubs and thorns to provide privacy.
His shirt came off, and Sam’s eyes opened wide. He had an American flag and a Statue of Liberty tattooed on his chest, and GI Joes parachuting into Normandy tattooed on his shoulder blades. He stroked his dick with one hand while Rob pulled out a tube of lube and spread some over his asshole. The shocked look on Sam’s face made Rob giggle. He looked back and forth from Rob’s ass to his face and back again, then he glanced at his own dick, which was getting hard.
“You’re ready,” Rob said, and Sam nodded as though it was a question and he was answering it.
Sam closed his eyes. He opened his mouth but no words came out, just a dull creaking sound. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to actually do this — was he expected to guide his own dick in? He’d accidentally touch Rob’s ass if he did, and that seemed like too much to Sam — but luckily Rob did it instead. Rob reached behind himself and led Sam’s cock into his asshole.
Once he actually got in, however, Sam’s instincts took over. He had plowed into plenty of girls in the ass before they gave up because his cock was too big. He grabbed Rob’s asscheeks and held on tight. “Yee-haw!” he said again. He tried to go gentle at first, but it soon became clear that Rob wasn’t going to back out like some cheerleader.
Rob loved getting cornholed by huge cocks. He loved a little pain with his climax, and he loved the feel of a massive man utterly dominating him. He backed his own ass up, clenching hard on Sam’s throbbing manhood.
A jolt of pain did hit him. Rob cleared his throat and shook his head. He let out a howl of desire. Then he remembered he was in public, so he tried to muffle the sound with his own forearm. That was tough, but soon Sam’s arm was there instead, and Rob could rub his face into his iron-firm muscles, tattooed with an American flag rippling in a breeze.
“Oh, damn…” Sam murmured, his voice low and slow. “Yee-fuckin’-haw!” He wrapped both of his arms around Rob’s chest and held on tight as he lowered himself until his muscular chest pressed down on Rob’s back.
He felt so much like a girl. Sam hadn’t expected that. He knew Rob’s actual ass should feel more or less like any female’s, but his back too had a feminine shape, and was soft and smooth like a girl. He used a feminine soap too, so he smelled of berries and watermelon, and his hair had an intoxicatingly female aura to it. It was enough to make Sam forget he wasn’t with a woman at all.
Then, as an orgasm ripped through both men’s bodies, Sam’s instincts overwhelmed him — he always kissed girls when he came, if they let him cum inside them. He didn’t intend to kiss Rob, of course, because Rob was not a girl.
But Sam kissed Rob all the same. He did it without a second thought.
He planted his lips on Rob’s and pushed his tongue into his mouth, while his massive paw-like hands caressed every inch of Rob’s smooth twink body. He even accidentally touched Rob’s dick as he did, as their tongues interlocked in Rob’s mouth, Rob moaning and panting right onto Sam’s tongue.
It was a wild and passionate kiss, intensely moist, as both men’s lips slid over each other’s cheeks. Rob was at least as surprised as Sam — he loved kissing his rough trade, but he hadn’t mentioned that to Sam, so he had assumed it wouldn’t happen. He lost himself in Sam’s mouth and in the broad shoulders and pectoral muscles rubbing against Rob’s back.
“Holy shit…” As Rob sprayed his own wad onto the floor, he was shocked by Sam’s mouth pressing on his. He could feel the orgasm in Sam’s spasming muscles and his warm mouth on his.
Finally they were done. Rob moaned as he felt wave after wave of cum filling him up. He twitched. Sam grunted again.
Then Sam blushed intensely when he realized what he had done — he had kissed a man. He sat up, his dick popping out of Rob’s ass. The last few drops of cum dribbled out and into Rob’s asscrack. He wiped his lips off. “Oh, uh, sorry, dude… I-“
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. You’re really good, you have a great cock,” Rob said. “How’d that feel?”
Sam grinned sheepishly. “It was good. Even that kiss… I ain’t mean to do that, y’know.”
“I know, sweetie,” Rob said. Then he slowly brought his mouth forward to kiss Sam chastely on the lips. It felt funny to kiss someone so much bigger than he was, like he could crawl in Sam’s mouth and take a nap if he wanted to. Rob smiled as Sam’s eyes bugged out.
Then Rob pulled away and headed for the gym door, clothes in hand. “I didn’t mean to do that either.”
“You gonna stick around?” Sam asked. “Cuz I might wanna take another ride sometime.” He sheepishly ran his fingers through his hair, then put back on his cowboy hat and held it in place with one hand. “Yee-fuckin’-haw!” The sweat evaporated coolly off his D-Day-tattooed shoulder-blades.
Rob shook his head. “I’m going on a trip. To Europe, first,” he said. “Probly Australia later.”
“Wow, you got a passport?” Sam asked. He put his dick back in his sweatpants and put the Hawaiian shirt back on, ready for a shower as well as a cheeseburger and root beer. “That’s so cool. I heard the McDonaldses abroad are better than they are here.”
Rob patted him on the back, where his GI-Joes-on-D-Day tattoo was now dappled with his sweat. The scent of Sam’s unwashed muscles filled Rob’s nostrils. “I sincerely hope so, Sam.”