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!
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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.