MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Teddy is tending bar when he meets an Italian vintner with a handsome face and a hunky body, plus a need for money that Teddy is all too happy to help with! All Giovanni has to do is give him a taste of his alpha male manhood…
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Rob is at it again, this time hiring a pair of movers who are studly Italian cousins. They’re willing to give Rob a swing on their alpha male meat in exchange for a few dollars, which is a great trade for Rob. Can Rob handle this moving company’s masculine machismo?!
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Rob hated his father, so he very much disliked being in his father’s home. Rob had moved out when he was still in high school. Dad had given him a large sum of money, which Rob used to needle and annoy his dad.
But Rob did still love his mother, and that’s why he agreed to help. Her Christmas present was to be a renovation of her vacation house in Secaucus, New Jersey. Since Rob was fashionable, his father asked him to supervise the decoration and furnishing of the newly renovated section of the home. Rob agreed, despite his dislike for his father, because he enjoyed interior decorating, and he still loved his mother.
Rob finished up wallpapering the hallway with a fabulous Italian design his mother was sure to love. That was when two men showed up, and Rob’s heart skipped a beat. They were two sturdy movers, cousins, carrying a couch up the stairs, and they were both built like stevedores. Their t-shirts — which were too small for their bulging muscles — said Milligan Moving Services. They both had dense black hair on their heads and tufts of curly chest hair, and they walked like their bodies were too wide with muscle to fit atop their hips. One — Dante — had a long mop of curly hair that reached to his shoulders, while the other — Vito — had a short fro. Both their hairs were matted and tangled, and their t-shirts were sweat-stained.
“Lift ya side up, gaguzz’,” said Dante, the older one. He had a craggy face and a square jaw. They both grunted as they struggled to fit up the top of the stairs into the hallway.
“I am, man, shut the fuck up.”
“Get it up higher, man!”
“Shut ya fuckin’ mouth, Dante! You ain’t the boss of me!” said Vito, the younger one, who frowned and hissed at him. He struggled to exclaim while still holding onto the heavy couch. “I’ll beat ya ass, don’t think I won’t.”
“You just try it!”
Their argument was halted moments later because Rob’s father arrived in the hall. Rob was disappointed, but he used the opportunity to position himself where Vito would have to brush right past him. Rob caught a whiff of his chest hair and his sweaty musk as he went by. It was an intoxicating, heady aroma that made Rob’s dick hard.
Then Rob resumed wallpapering, trying to ignore his erection and the pair of massive brown beasts squeezing through the narrow hallway behind him. They got the couch into position in the sitting room, silent now that Rob’s father watched with a stern gaze. The couch had cost more than ten grand, so he wanted to be sure it was not damaged.
“Hey, Mistuh Winthrop, can we get a glass of watuh?” Dante asked, breathless and heaving when they were finally done. Sweat dripped from his brow and soaked his t-shirt, which clung to his chest.
Dad rolled his eyes and hid his frown, but Rob sensed his displeasure. Dad hated what he called “the common man”. He had grown up in a time and place where men like Vito and Dante didn’t talk in the presence of men like him, and they certainly didn’t ask for water.
“Fine,” Dad said. “Help yourself to the tap water in the kitchen.” He handed Rob the cash and lowered his voice so the movers couldn’t hear. “Here. Pay them when they leave. Don’t give them a tip. I don’t pay galoots to drink my water.” Then he stalked away without waiting for Rob to respond.
Rob hid near the kitchen and watched them get a glass of water. They had sensed that Dad didn’t like them, and once they were sure he wasn’t near the kitchen, they whispered about what a shithead he was. Vito even grabbed the bag of deli salami from the refrigerator and shoved the meat in his mouth — he didn’t seem to be hungry, he just did it because he could and he wanted to get revenge on Rob’s father.
“Hey, I’m-a dip my balls in his buttah,” Vito said, his deep voice booming as he laughed.
“Be quiet, man, he’ll hear!”
Rob came around the corner then, smiling. He put his hands up and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad,” he said. He saw Vito with his fat cock and balls out, ready to plop his sac in the butter dish in his left hand. His other hand held his shirt up, while he spread his hips to keep his pants up with his belt undone.
“What? Oh…”
“You okay wit’ it?”
“I hate my dad,” Rob said. “So I won’t get you in trouble.” He handed over the money. “This is what he wanted me to pay you. There’s no tip.”
“What a fucking dickhead!”
“I am teabagging his buttah.”
“No, no, he doesn’t live here, that’s not his butter,” Rob said. “It’s my Mom’s. You wanna get back at him and earn yourself a tip?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Whatchoo got in mind, suh?”
“Let me play with your dick” He paused. Vito, the young one with a thick fro, was shocked, mouth agape. “I’m not very big or strong, and I… sometimes I have trouble with… male problems,” Rob said. This excuse usually convinced them. “Being able to touch a manly man… it helps.” The older one, Dante, nodded and grinned. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks each,” Rob added.
“Well, fuck that is alright,” Dante said with a nervous chuckle. He looked to his younger compatriot like he knew Vito would be less enthusiastic. Dante bristled and laughed at him.
“What?!” Vito nearly screamed. It looked like his head was about to explode. He ran his fingers through the dense fro on his head and his chest muscles all writhed as though they wanted to escape his too-tight, sweat-choked shirt.
“What? I told you ‘bout Julius,” Dante said with a cocky grin — Julius was Dante’s cellmate when he was in lockup years ago. Dante had bragged about how horny he got without women until finally he had forced Julius to jack him off with his mouth.
Vito’s handsome square jaw was agog. He murmured some semi-Italian insults at his cousin.
With a smirk on his face, Rob stepped between them. He approached Dante and gently rubbed his bicep, which was twice as wide as Rob’s entire head. It didn’t even feel like flesh — except for the network of coarse black hairs over it — it felt more like a warm stone statue.
Vito paced around the kitchen, shorts still pulled down so his bare cock and balls dangled. His thick pubic bush was visible, and as he walked, his limp dick swayed, swinging out of the hair. He finally realized his dick was out and he tucked it back in.
Rob smiled at Dante, who did not smile back. He had a mean face, like a Mafia enforcer, with swarthy skin, a square jaw and a scar over his right cheek. Dante made a kissy face, then laughed when Rob’s eyes opened wide in excitement.
“Nah, I ain’t kissin’ you, fairyboy,” Dante said. “If you wanna jack my dick, you can. Might make you tougher. Julius got tougher when he was in there, cuz I made his tubby ass work out, when he weren’t jackin’ me off, broh.” He had a cocky laugh, and he made a sound that was in imitation of Julius slobbering and gagging on his fat cock.
“Who’s Julius?” Rob asked as he sunk to his knees. He sniffed the sweat-stained shorts Dante wore. He must wear these to all of his moving jobs, Rob thought, because they smelled like a jockstrap, like they had been marinating in Dante’s olive oil-scented sweat. They didn’t really stink — Rob didn’t even smell it until he nestled his nose in the fabric — but the scent was intense and arousing. He felt the meat of Dante’s uncut cock through his shorts too.
“I was in state prison for three years,” Dante said. “You gotta understand, a man like me can’t go three years wit’out blowin’ a nut-“
“You can jack yaself off!” Vito yelled. His deep voice boomed. He was on the other side of the room, looking away like he would turn to stone if he saw it.
“I ain’t a fuckin’ teenager, Vito! Shut ya mouth,” Dante said. He looked down at Rob and smiled, moving closer and swaying like he was so horny he couldn’t resist humping Rob’s thigh like a dog. “You ain’t as pretty as Julius, he look just like that actress from that movie when I put him in a wig. He was my cellmate the last year and a half. He was this flouncy shit, but he got throat like a god, I ain’t ‘shamed to admit it, nosuh-“
“You should be, pervert,” Vito said.
“Shut the fuck up. If you wasn’t a little boy, you’d have been locked up too. And when that happens, I give you about a week ’til you get ya butthole wrecked-” He made a circle with two fingers and then exploded them with his other hand. He pointed at Vito.
“Bullshit! I’ll kick a mothahfuckah’s ass!” Vito said
Dante guffawed, clapped and cheered, while Vito blushed and said something vitriolic that was drowned out by Dante’s reaction. His limp cock twitched in front of Rob.
“It wouldn’t get hard wit’out no female, no way, broh,” Vito said. He kept his face aimed away, nose held high.
“Shut up, Vito.”
Before Vito could say anything else, Rob swallowed Dante’s cock. It was limp and greasy, tasting spicy, like hot Italian sausage. It was fleshy, the only part of his body that was soft. Rob’s hands roamed over his chest, beneath his sweat-soaked t-shirt, massaging the iron-like muscles of his chest and his flat belly.
The hair of Dante’s torso was coarse and rough. Rob sighed as his fingers ensconced in the dense nest on his chest, while his muscles rippled beneath Rob’s fingertips. His cock perked up right away in Rob’s mouth, seemingly in sync with Vito’s continued whooping and shocked gasps.
Vito said something in Italian then — Rob didn’t know any Italian, but even he could tell that it was poorly articulated. Vito was just imitating someone, he didn’t actually know Italian. He crossed his arms over his chest, which accentuated the muscles beneath his sleeveless shirt. He stood close enough that Rob could feel the body heat radiating off him.
“Your Italian is terrible.” Dante didn’t look away from his dick in Rob’s throat even though he aimed his words at Vito. He pounded on his broad chest with one fist.
“Don’t insult my Italian, old man! My pops taught me that!”
“Your daddy ain’t even speak Italian, Vito!” Dante said. His dick spasmed in Rob’s mouth as he bristled and yelled at Vito. He raised his chin at Vito too, making Vito snort with vituperation.
Vito pushed Dante, who pushed Vito back. Rob was jostled between their massive bodies. He was unable to focus on swallowing Dante’s dick because it was all he could do to remain upright, battered between such strong men. His hands were exploring Dante’s hairy chest under his sweat-sopping shirt, his fingers tweaking Dante’s nipples when his pecs flexed. He felt Vito’s chest through their undershirts too, since Vito was chest-to-chest with Dante.
“Yes, he did. Fuck you, pansy! Donchu talk ‘bout my pops-” Vito spat in Dante’s face.
With his face buried in Dante’s crotch, Rob didn’t see the punch, but he heard it. There was a loud crack and an oomph before Vito collapsed to the ground.
Vito jumped to his feet, roaring in anger. “You fuckhead, I’ll destroy you!” But he didn’t seem to want to actually touch Dante because he didn’t want to touch Rob, who remained kneeling between the two cousins. Blood trickled from Vito’s nose. He got real close, jutting his broad chest out and bumping up against both Dante and Rob.
As the two cousins focused on their fight, Rob tried to get his bobbing and moving cock back in his mouth. Dante was red-faced, staring intensely on Vito, like he had forgotten Rob was there. He was hobbled in moving by his pants being lowered to his thighs. Rob chased his cock with his mouth but kept a hand on it too, slowly rubbing it as Dante pounded his chest again.
“You’re a fucking gaguzz’,” Dante said with a chuckle. He snorted and looked down at Rob, watching his cock slide back down Rob’s throat.
Dante was distracted then by a moan escaping from his lips. He blushed and looked away from Vito, whose eyes were wide as he watched, shocked. Dante’s dick spasmed, and a few drops of precum leaked into Rob’s throat. The fight had distracted Dante, so this was him finally realizing that his cock was hard and ready to go all the way into Rob’s mouth.
Vito made a big, dramatic show of doing the sign of the cross over his chest. Then he lifted the gold crucifix between his pecs, kissed it and dropped it back. Dante chuckled throatily, took his dick out of Rob’s mouth and thwacked it against his palm so as to make his precum splash onto Vito’s belly.
“Ew, man, that’s some nasty shit, don’t do that-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Dante advanced on Vito with a cocky grin like he was going to ram his dick into Vito’s chest or belly. Vito flinched, and Dante laughed. Then when Vito was trying not to flinch again as Dante flexed a bicep and made a fist, Dante actually did jam his erect shaft onto Vito’s belly, barely visible where his undershirt had gotten rolled up a few inches. His body hair ran in a treasure trail down to his crotch, blending in with the pubic hair that stuck out from the waistband of his jeans.
“Get off me, Dante! You a filthy nasty old shit-“
“Don’t be squeamish,” Dante said with a scoff. “You know ya daddy used-ta make hobos get him off, before he met ya mama-” Dante went back to Rob’s mouth and forced his dick right back in.
“Bullshit! I dunno how you can do that shit,” Vito said. Despite his disgust, it seemed his eyes were continually drawn to the sight. Every few seconds he tore himself away before eventually going back and watching again.
“Hundred bucks, man. And I get to blow a load,” Dante said. He shook his head, his thick mane of black hair shaking. “Damn…” He kissed his own crucifix. “Can you stop talking?” He gripped Rob by the ear and started very slowly moving Rob’s head up and down on his cockshaft. He remained still so he could simply move Rob’s head back and forth instead of moving his own dick.
“Still, man, you shouldn’t spill ya seed, it’s in the Bible.”
“What about doing coke and fucking two strippers at once? One of them having her kid asleep in the next room? Is that in the Bible?”
Rob pulled off and giggled. “That sounds too cool for the Bible,” he said. Then he deep-throated Dante’s cock so deep he gagged as his nose nuzzled the dense nest of pubic hair there. He inhaled deeply of Dante’s musky sweat.
“Oh, shut up, man, that’s different…”
“How?”
“It was a girl! Two girls!” Vito shouted. “At least it’s hot!”
Dante’s cock spasmed inside Rob’s mouth, either because he was startled by Vito’s shout or the mention of girls got his manhood excited. But whyever it happened, Dante didn’t notice. He was more focused on the argument, even as he continued to guide Rob’s head up and down.
“It’s still fornication, same damn thing. You gots to get to confessional anytime you blow ya nut when you ain’t married. Don’t matter if you jackin’ off or fuckin’ a dog or-” Dante said.
“I never fucked a dog!”
“If it had tits and a eight-ball, you would!” Dante said.
“Maybe I should tell Gina ‘bout this.” Vito pulled out his cell phone.
Dante roared and grabbed the phone out of his hand. “I swear to God, I will rip the pussy off your face.”
Another fight broke out. This time Rob couldn’t hope to keep on Dante’s cock while it went on. They were both too animated and too close to each other. Vito came up so near, trying to grab the phone back, that his crotch bumped into the back of Rob’s head. Dante and Vito could have nearly kissed, and Dante’s moist dick pressed into Vito’s jeans, though neither seemed to notice that.
Rob scurried away before the first punch was thrown. He watched Dante’s muscles writhe as he beat up Vito — though both were more or less equally strong, Dante was taller, older and simply better at fighting. Vito never had much of a chance.
“Fuck you!”
Soon Vito was on the ground, groaning, laying on his back. His t-shirt was torn in half, and he sputtered. Dante was on top of him, hard dick leaking precum onto Vito’s hairy chin. Dante thwacked his cock onto Vito’s face, leaving a layer of precum there.
“Get off me, old man!” Vito was going to say more, but he gagged when Dante tried to shove his dick in his mouth.
“Don’t be a prick then,” Dante hissed. “I’m doin’ this. We’re doin’ it to get back at Mistuh Winthrop anyway. You wanted to do that. If you don’t like it, you can go wait in the van.” He stood up and returned to Rob, plopping the tip of his dick into Rob’s mouth without stopping his conversation. “You was tryin’ to teabag his buttuh. Which is stupid, by the way.”
“You’re fuckin’ stupid! You’re nasty, you’s tryin’-a jack off wit’ some pervert.” He looked at Rob. “No offense.”
Dante clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You pussy-ass, Vito, you can’t even tell.” He groaned and reinserted his dick all the way down Rob’s throat. It tasted like fresh dickmeat all over again, and now tasted of Vito’s body as well, since it had touched the upper part of his cheeks where they peeked above his shorts. “A mouth is a mouth.”
“What?”
“Feels exactly like a female, you’d never know it wasn’t.
“I would.”
“Let’s try it. Let him go at you next. You’ll know who it is, but if you can look me in the eye and say you ain’t enjoy it-“
“Enjoy it? I couldn’t even get hard like that, man. No way. My dick right now has nevuh been softuh, man,” Vito said. He avoided eye contact with Rob like he might freak out if he saw his friend’s cock.
Dante pulled away from Rob’s face, tendrils of spit still connecting his dick to Rob’s lips. He just assumed that Rob was willing — which of course, he was — and he turned him around to face Vito’s crotch. Then Dante kneeled behind Rob and put his dick at Rob’s asshole. He didn’t penetrate him yet, he just waited there, teasing the rim of Rob’s ass.
His eyes open wide, mouth agape, Vito looked like he hadn’t expected to live up to his own prediction. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of Dante about to stick his dick in Rob’s ass.
Vito scoffed and rolled his eyes. He pulled his shorts down. His dick was fully limp and clammy, his balls a bit buttery. He sneered by lifting his upper lip as he slapped his cock over Rob’s face.
“You like dat mollywoppin’?” Vito said with a chuckle. He slapped Rob’s face again with his cock. “Remember when Tommy Rigilli passed out and we all mollywopped him?” He had a hoarse, donkey-like laugh.
Dante didn’t answer because he chose that moment to slide his dick into Rob’s ass. Rob had been so aroused for so long that he was loose and ready to go. Dante’s uncut cock popped right in.
He moaned as the first two-thirds or so of his massive prick fit easily in Rob’s ass. But then he felt resistance. He went slow at first, clicking his tongue caringly, massaging Rob’s back with both hands.
“Relax yaself, boy, it’s okay. I’m gonna git up inside ya,” Dante said.
Vito groaned and covered his eyes with one muscled forearm. He leaned back, like the more of his body that touched Rob the less likely he was to get hard. Vito’s hands fluttered above Rob’s head.
He was so focused on taking dick in his ass that Rob had nearly forgotten Vito had sworn he would not get hard. When Rob felt his dick perk up in his mouth, he smiled. He knew this was going to work.
So he ignored his ass — Dante seemed to have that under control anyway — and focused on deep-throating Vito’s dick. Rob knew perfectly well that he swallowed dick better than any woman. Sure enough, once he got every last bit of Vito’s fat cock in his mouth, it started to get hard.
Vito stopped laughing and groaning then. His hands kept instinctively going for Rob’s head — so he could grab on and plow down on his throat — but Vito didn’t want to touch him. So his hands just remained elevated, like he was surrendering to the police, alternating between holding them in the air and gripping his own head.
“Oh! Is that a hard dick! Huh?” Dante asked when he realized Vito was erect.
“Shut up, old man…”
“Huh? Who was it that’s too macho to get hard wit’out a couple girls and some coke?”
“I don’t need coke!”
“You ‘pparently don’t need girls neither,” Dante asked. He groaned as he ground his hips, moving his cock in a wide circle within Rob’s ass. Rob moaned around the dick in his throat, which started to let precum flow down into his stomach. Rob gurgled merrily.
“Man, you tricked me…”
Dante laughed as Vito blushed. His dick spasmed in Rob’s mouth. Dante began drilling his own cock harder and harder. When Rob didn’t complain or resist, he pounded away, slapping his entire muscular body at Rob’s ass.
The pleasure radiating through Rob’s body made him moan and writhe. It felt so good it almost hurt because Rob was so sensitive and so aroused. Every motion either man made — as they continued to argue over Rob’s body while spitroasting him — sent a wave of bliss through Rob’s flesh.
Their hairy sacs swung against his body with every thrust of their hips. Like all ripped, swollen men, when they moved, all of their muscles rippled, as though it took every part of their body to move their hips.
“You’re a pervert!”
“Don’t make me punch you ‘gain, boy. Cuz I can make you look like a real punk, Vito,” Dante said.
“You threw me off befo’ cuz you was naked, man, I can’t fight a man whose dick is touchin’ me,” Vito said. He remembered only just then about the money, and he grabbed Rob by the chin. “Hey, you’re paying me a hundred bucks still, right?”
Rob nodded without taking Vito’s dick out of his mouth. He slathered spit all over the shaft, and let the saliva drip past his lips. It landed on the floor, forming a puddle around Rob’s knees and wrists.
“You had better not stiff me-“
“Hey!”
Dante and Vito both stopped moving because someone else came into the kitchen then. It was Rob’s father, his trim body quaking in his tailored suit as he watched Dante and Vito double-team Rob.
“Oh shit, Mistuh Winthrop…” Dante said. He chuckled, his baritone voice echoing in the tiled kitchen.
“Both of you get off him! Get out of my house!”
Rob pulled away from Vito’s dick then. “This isn’t your house, Dad. It’s Mom’s. I live here more than you do,” he said.
“I paid for it!”
“Call the police then,” Rob said. He looked up at Vito and Dante. “Don’t worry, he won’t, and even if he does, they’ll take like an hour to come here. That’s what happens when you call the local cops incompetent buffoons in a letter to the editor.”
“That isn’t what I said and you know it! That newspaper twisted my words!” Dad shouted.
Dante and Vito laughed. They resumed moving their hips now, Dante pounding away at Rob’s ass. Vito seemed to have lost his discomfort with the situation, either because he was hard now and no longer struggling, or maybe because he was happy to anger Rob’s dad.
“Ugh… Robert, you didn’t even make them take a shower first. Why would you let these apes stay in your mother’s house for any longer then necessary? Look at them, the sweat is dripping off them. There is such a thing as antiperspirant, gentlemen,” Dad said.
“Obviously you ain’t nevuh worked as a mover, cuz that deodorant shit don’t work on real men,” Dante said. “You wanna watch my dick slide into ya son’s ass? It’s a good show. Get on your knees and look closer.”
“No!”
“You sure!”
“Get the fuck out of my house!” Dad yelled again and again, but that just made Vito and Dante laugh.
“It’s mom’s house! You get out! She invited me!” Rob smiled at his father’s irate face.
It must have been his youthful vigor that made Vito cum, not only first, but quickly and suddenly. Rob was so focused on his father’s outburst that he was shocked by the mouthload of creamy cum that sprayed onto his tongue and jetted over his face.
“Hell yeah! Fuck! Fuck you, bitch! Taste that nut! Fuck you!” Vito screamed. It wasn’t clear to whom he was shouting at, or if his orgasm just provoked intense feelings of every kind and anger was the only one he didn’t suppress.
A massive wad coated Rob’s mouth. He groaned and gurgled around it, savoring the salty flavor as it overwhelmed his senses. For what felt like forever, it was all he could perceive — even the cock in his ass faded into the distant background. All that mattered was the creamy nut seeping into his belly while he choked it down his gullet.
He moaned as Vito pulled out. He flexed his biceps and pounded on his pecs. He barked at Dad, who blanched and looked away, shrinking back in fear. Vito cackled and came closer, waving his wet dick between his fingers.
“You gonna give us a tip next time, Mistuh Winthrop?”
But Dad either wasn’t listening or was too upset to say anything. He held back his tears and sniffled. For him, that was an animated reaction — he considered it improper to show emotion in front of anyone, especially “the help”. He suppressed a gag as he watched cum drip from Rob’s mouth.
“Please, son, stop this…” He mumbled. “Stop spending my money this way.”
Rob wanted to throw back a bunch of insults and reminders of why Rob behaved this way in the first place. But he was overcome by passion then, as he shot his own load into his hand and his prostate was awash with cum from Dante’s dick. Rob moaned too, but his lilting voice was overpowered by Dante, whose gravelly baritone boomed and resonated in Rob’s ear. Dante groaned so loud it made Dad jump. Rob clenched his ass and writhed on the tiled floor.
Cum flowed like a flood into Rob’s ass. His muscles all went limp as he felt Dante’s dick throb and pulsate within him. He loved this part of it, feeling like nothing more than a repository for an alpha’s nut. Dante touched him as little as possible, just his dick in Rob’s ass and one hand on his back to hold him in position as Dante filled him up.
At last Dante was done. He pulled out and moaned. Rob’s ass gurgled, and a few drops of cum dripped out. The sight of that made Dante chuckle, Vito groan and Dad sob.
Vito made the sign of the cross and kissed his crucifix. He pulled his shorts up, grabbed his dick through the fabric and shook it in Dad’s direction.
“Next time, maybe you’ll leave a tip,” Vito said. “Fuckin’ asshole.”
Dante remained in position, his limpening cock in Rob’s ass. Then Dante sighed. He leaned down and let his massive chest rest on Rob’s back, muscles rippled against Rob’s shoulders. He lowered his head and kissed Rob on the cheek.
“Thanks, boy.” Dante’s words were simple and direct, but there was real caring in his voice. Being a rough and tumble mover gave Dante few opportunities to get close to someone — women assumed he was a muscle-bound macho, and men insisted he act like a muscle-bound macho — and he was grateful for the opportunity to feel someone who cared and lusted for him. He hadn’t felt that since prison.
“Ew, man, you kissed him!” Vito exclaimed.
“Just on the cheek,” Dante said. “That don’t count.” He pulled out.
When his dick plopped out, Rob took a deep breath and moaned. A wave of relief and post-orgasmic pleasure assaulted his senses. He didn’t want to get up yet. He laid there and let Dante’s cum trickle into every corner of his body first, while he heard them get dressed.
“Where’s our money?” Vito asked, his voice now gruff and hostile.
Rob grabbed his wallet from his pants and threw it in their direction. “There’s three hundred dollars in there. Dante gets two hundred since he did me in the ass-“
They both laughed and Vito groaned in dismay. “That ain’t fair. You ain’t even tell me that. You gotta split it with me, Dante,” Vito said.
“No way, gaguzz’,” Dante said as they both walked away. He turned around. “Hey, Winthrop, thanks a lot. I needed that.” He made another kissy face, and Rob shuddered with desire. He kissed the air back, in Dante’s direction.
Then they were both gone. Rob laid there, writhing as his father watched his ass gurgle and twinkle. Rob finally sat up and smiled at Dad.
“Sorry you had to see that,” Rob said. “But you should have tipped them.” He stretched his sore legs and pulled his pants up. “Mom won’t like the paintjob in the bathroom, by the way. She hates pink.”
He walked away, leaving his stepdad there to smolder and fume by himself.
Rob’s got a hunky poolboy named Todd, and he’s got enough cash to get Todd’s pants off. Can he satisfy Todd’s throbbing young alpha needs?!
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Rob Winthrop clicked through pages from an online Chinese dictionary, looking for the tattooed symbols that danced along the pool boy’s shoulderblade. It turned out to be more difficult than he thought to identify them by sight. The poolboy had a few tattoos, and Rob thought they were sexy. He had been trying to identify the Chinese symbols for a long time. He suspected they meant nothing at all. Rob had an app that was supposed to identify them, but he couldn’t get a good enough picture. Or maybe the app was crap.
“Yes, sell it when it hits twelve no matter what. That’s what I said, isn’t it?” That was Rob’s father, the multibillionaire Eugene Winthrop. His gruff voice filled the air, followed by some tinny suckuppery from whichever employee was on the line. He glanced at Rob and scowled. “Tell them to go fuck themselves.” He hung up his phone. “You’re going to this fundraiser tonight.”
“What kind of fundraiser?”
“It’s a dinner thing. Some kind of cancer. Or maybe teachers? I don’t know. Just bring the checkbook, they’ll have a vegetarian option-“
“I’m not going, and I haven’t been vegetarian for years.” Rob was vegetarian for about three weeks back in high school. He gave it up because his dad was oddly supportive of it. It was a pitiful rebellion, and Rob winced every time his dad reminded him of it.
“You have to go,” he said, and they both erupted in shouting, as Rob had known would happen. They almost never interacted without shouting.
“You don’t control me-!”
“I pay for so much-!”
“You fucking asshole!”
“Me?! How am I the asshole? You have to play a role in this business, Robert! You’re not just an inheritance hole!”
The servants scurried away. None of them wanted to be around Mr. Winthrop when he was angry, or he was wont to fire them. Rob didn’t think that was right — he was always nice to his servants. He didn’t even really want to have servants, beyond the security that was necessary for him to be safe — as an heir to a multibillion-dollar company, Rob was always a kidnapping risk. Rob deeply despised his father and used every opportunity at his disposal to humiliate him, so he liked seeing him blush and wince at the sight of his servants pretending not to listen to the argument.
“You ungrateful brat! I built this company so I’d have enough to provide for you.”
Rob scoffed and went to the sliding glass door, beyond which sat the pool. The poolboy was out there. He had brown hair that hung down in a casual, tangled mess around his head. His eyes were bleary and blue, his body lanky, ropy-muscled. He said he played basketball in high school until graduating last year, but he didn’t come across as a jock. Those Chinese characters — or probably-faux-Chinese characters — were visible on his back around the edges of his sleeveless shirt, one of those strappy kinds that barely covered his shoulders at all.
His name was Todd, and Rob had been trying to figure out how get a taste of his dick from the moment he saw him.
“I’m going to stay here and hang out with the poolboy,” Rob said. “You can’t make me go to some stupid fundraiser-“
“That’s disgusting, he’s a poolboy, for god’s sake, we don’t even let him in the house! Look at that hair!”
“His hair is glorious. It’s better unwashed and uncombed.”
“I forbid it!”
“Well, stick around, and you’ll be able to watch anyway,” Rob said. He stood up and headed for the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. He slid it open. Todd was by the pool, skimming the leaves off the top. His bare shoulders flexed as he dipped and dapped to the beats emanating from the headphones he always wore when working.
“You had better not do anything to embarrass me!” Rob’s father shouted through the door. He banged on the glass.
Rob smiled and waved at him. He went to Todd, who saw him and pulled the headphones down. Todd blushed — he was always nervous around upper-class people like Rob and his father. Todd ran his fingers through his confused mess of black hair.
“Hey,” Rob said.
“Hi. I’m just about done,” Todd said.
“Cool, cool…” Rob giggled. “So… Todd… do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.” Then a wry smile appeared on Todd’s face. “Well, there’s this girl. She’s… I mean, she’s not a girlfriend. But she’s like…” He blushed. He pantomimed a woman’s hourglass-shape in front of himself. “Tits like sirens on an ambulance, dude. She’s fucking awesome, man. And she smokes weed.”
“Yeah? There’s nothing better than hot chicks who smoke weed.”
“I know, right!”
“So… Todd… has my dad paid you yet today?”
Todd shook his head. “He direct-deposits it in my account, but not till the end of the day. Actually he never paid me last time, I just asked him about it and he said-“
“I don’t know anything about that,” Rob said. “But maybe I could help. Do you see that cabana over there?”
Todd nodded. He glanced over at the row of cabanas at the far end of the pool.
“Why don’t you go in there and take off your clothes? I’ll meet you inside in just a minute, and I’ll go to town all over your body,” Rob said, smirking at Todd’s blushing face. “In return for that, I’ll give you five hundred dollars. Plus I’ll make my father pay you for last time and this time, because he was probably going to stiff you again.”
“Oh…” Todd’s eyes opened wide. “Oh… wait… Oh…!”
Rob giggled. “Have you ever done anything like that before?”
“No!” Todd took a deep breath. “Wait… I mean… what?”
“Oh god, Todd… Smoke less weed, okay? This is a very simple transaction. You’re lucky you’re handsome, because you are dumb,” Rob said with his hands on his hips. “Just go in the cabana and get ready for me to come jack you off. I’ll give you money.”
Rob headed for the house, leaving Todd there to ponder what had just happened. Todd looked like he had more questions, but then he just shrugged and went to the cabana. Rob rolled his eyes — the handsome ones were always dumb.
He opened the door. His father had been waiting, watching by the door, but before Rob opened it, he scurried off. He pretended to be cleaning the kitchen — as though he ever cleaned anything himself — and nodded at Rob like he didn’t care that Rob was jerking off the help. Rob knew it bothered him though. He just stopped complaining because he was smart enough to realize complaining made Rob do it more.
“So he said no? The poolboy had enough class to turn you down?”
“Of course he’s not into it. I don’t want him to be into it.”
His father looked at him and furrowed his brow. Then he scowled at Rob. “You act like a fucking teenager sometimes, Robert. You’re a goddamn grown-up,” he snapped. Rob just smile insouciantly and went back outside.
The pool was deserted. Rob strode, shaking his ass for his father’s irate benefit and went to the row of cabanas.
He hadn’t actually intended to point at any specific cabana when he told Todd where to meet him. There were four here, but Rob had rather assumed Todd would go to the first one, the one closest to the pool. But something in his bleary-eyed stoner mind made him think Rob had pointed to the fourth one, the one furthest from the pool.
So at first Rob opened the door and was disappointed to see no one in it. Had he scared Todd off? He hadn’t seemed that uncomfortable with it, Rob thought.
But then he saw Todd poking his head out of the fourth cabana. “There you are,” Rob said. “Why’d you come to this one?”
“What?”
“No one ever uses this. We only ever use one cabana at a time,” Rob said. “It’s always the first one, just cuz it’s closer to the pool.” He came in and closed the door. It was always warm and humid in the cabanas. No matter the weather outside, it was always a bit warm and very humid in the cabanas, which had a certain smell too — bamboo, Rob assumed, since the inside was lined with it. This cabana had a few old tiki torches too. The servants must have put them here a long time ago (tiki was so gauche Rob would never have allowed a tiki party here while he lived in the house, so it must have been when he was away).
“So why have them?” Todd asked. He sucked in his breath nervously because Rob came closer.
Rob could smell Todd’s intoxicating aroma. It wasn’t a “good” smell in the sense that it was fruity and sweet. It smelled a bit chemical, like chlorine, a bit of bamboo, some cheap almost metallic-scented deodorant and the musk of an early twenties inconsistent-showering slacker. Todd wore a sleeveless shirt, so his biceps flexed as Rob came near and touched his arms. Todd still seemed confused and didn’t react to Rob groping his bicep.
“Huh? Why do you have cabanas if you don’t use them?”
Rob sighed. “What?” He hadn’t really wanted to discuss cabana theory.
“You said you only ever use one of them. So why have four?”
Rob thought for a moment. “I dunno. I guess the builder told my dad that was how many was normal for a pool of this size,” he said.
“It just seems stupid to build more cabanas than you need. Of course the builder is always gonna exaggerate, you shouldn’t just take his word for it-“
“Maybe he suggested ten and my dad talked him down to four,” Rob said. He rolled his eyes. “Why am I defending my father? I agree, it was stupid. We don’t really need any cabanas. They’re just a place for people to change. They could be replaced with one of those Asian folding wall things.”
“Yeah!”
“Are you gonna complain about the cabanas? Or are you gonna make five hundred dollars?”
Todd thought for a moment as though this was a serious debate. Then he shrugged. “I guess I’ll make five hundred dollars. If your dad ever wants to get rid of some of them, tell him he can hire me. I’ll do it for real cheap.”
Rob sunk to his knees. He knew he should just get right to jacking dick. Todd seemed very distractible — he was still talking about cabanas — so Rob thought this would never proceed unless he forced it along. But he also felt bad for Todd.
“You know, Todd, you shouldn’t advertise yourself as cheap.”
“What?”
“It makes you seem low-quality. You didn’t demand my father pay you last time you worked, and now you volunteer to work cheap before you even find out how much work the job is? That’s bad salesmanship,” Rob said, rolling his eyes. He didn’t mean to get involved in the economics of the pool-cleaning business, but he was on a roll now. He tugged down Todd’s board shorts. “You should try to convince people that this stuff is hard, that they need to hire you and pay you good money to do it. If my dad wants to hire someone cheap, he’ll find an immigrant willing to do it for half a Twinkie.”
“Really? A half a Twinkie-?!”
“That’s an exaggeration, but yeah, basically. Don’t compete for the bottom, Todd,” Rob said. “And my dad will never pay you once he knows he can get away with stiffing you.”
Todd sighed again, the sound turning into a growl. He blushed at the realization that his shorts were down, revealing threadbare boxers. He had been so involved in the conversation he had barely noticed Rob pulling his shorts down.
Then Rob got his boxers down too, and Todd’s hefty tan dick popped out. It was thick and juicy, and it twitched even before Rob planted his lips on it. He looked up at Todd, whose face turned bright red as his whole body shook. The smell of Todd’s musty crotch, liberally seasoned with chlorine, hit Rob’s nostrils.
“Ah, shit, man… you’re like… serious…” Todd’s eyes opened wide. He leaned back against the wall of the cabana, jutting his hips forward and forcing his still-soft dick deeper into Rob’s mouth.
Since Todd hadn’t even gotten a bit erect yet, Rob had to lick his limp dick. He always thought that was kind of arousing, Rob liked it when men needed a minute or two to get hard. A lot of them were nervous they’d be unable to get hard without a woman around, but Rob hadn’t yet met one who proved unable to do so. Rob could get any man hard.
Todd was no exception. Once he had taken a deep breath and Rob noisily suckled on his dick, Todd let out a moan. Then his dick twitched again, and again, and it slowly firmed up in Rob’s mouth. It was long and throbbing, and the more it firmed up the more Todd sucked in his breath like he couldn’t decide if it hurt or not. Or maybe he thought he wasn’t supposed to moan, so he kept suppressing them when Rob’s mouth sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.
Soon it was as hard as any cock Rob had ever tasted, and Todd jammed it down his throat. He didn’t pound into Rob like aggressive alphas usually did — Todd was more of a gentle slacker than that — but he did ram his dick in, he just did it more obliviously. Rob wondered how often he had been with a female — definitely some, Todd was too handsome to be a virgin, and he had fantastic hair. Surely some ladies had snapped him up.
But he certainly plowed at Rob’s throat like he had little experience. He was probably nervous because this was his first encounter like this, Rob decided. His dick awkwardly slipped in and out of Rob’s throat, making him choke and sputter on it. Todd kept stepping back when that happened, like he was used to women who never wanted to gag and would complain if he was impolite.
That wasn’t Rob. Rob never complained about an aggressive throating.
“C’mon, plow my face, force it down my throat, it’s okay…” Rob said when Todd pulled away. Long tendrils of spit still connected Rob’s lips to Todd’s cock.
Todd’s eyes opened wide and he stammered. “Oh… you’re into that? Oh… Oh…! I see… Oh!” He pushed his dick in again and laughed. “It really feels like a girl, but uh… you swallow dick better than them,” he whispered. He looked around as though people might have been hidden in this tiny cabana. “You go, like, way deeper. Waaaay deeper.”
“I know,” Rob said the best he could as he sucked on the tip of Rob’s dick. “Men always do it better than females, because we have the equipment ourselves. We know what it feels like.” He slammed his own face deep onto Todd’s cock, making himself choke loudly and his throat clench around Todd’s manhood. Todd’s tautly muscled chest rippled, and his eyes opened wider.
Now Todd began to get into it, his inhibitions gradually diminishing because he was hard. Precum flowed down Rob’s throat. It was salty and warm, and it made Rob’s own cock throb painfully in his pants until he took it out. Todd didn’t seem to notice.
“Shit…” Todd’s voice broke, and he chuckled quietly to himself.
Rob smacked his lips as he pulled off Todd’s cock. He thwacked it against his cheeks a few times, making Todd jump each time there was a satisfyingly meaty thwack-thwack sound.
“You ready to stick it in me?” Rob asked, gurgling on the mouth full of precum he hadn’t swallowed yet.
Todd smiled with a flash of excitement first — he didn’t get anal very often — and then nervousness. He had known this was coming, but he was nervous that he wouldn’t do it well. Of course, one of the nice things about being a “hustler” — aside from getting paid — was that he didn’t care how it made Rob feel. It seemed Rob preferred it that way. Todd didn’t need to sweet-talk him like he would a girl or find a way to be sure this wasn’t painful. He could just bend Rob over and plow into him as deep as he could manage. It didn’t even matter if he came too quick.
So that was what Todd did, or would have done if he were a more aggressive sort of muchacho. He grimaced at the sight of Rob’s ass — it was pale and smooth and perfect like a statue’s. He kind of wished there was something imperfect about it.
But he’d been with women who had hairier asses, and Rob even smelled like a woman (he wore female perfume on his ass precisely to make encounters of this sort go more smoothly). So Todd grunted and gritted his teeth as he lined his cock up with Rob’s backside. He used both hands to spread Rob’s asscheeks.
“Oh god!” Rob bit his lip when he felt Todd’s dick slip into him. The pain, as it usually was at first, was intense and mind-blowing. For just a moment Rob considered backing out — Todd’s dick was very girthy — but as usual, that lasted only a moment. He liked his dicks a little “too” thick. He enjoyed the challenge.
Sure enough, with just an inch or two of dickmeat sliding into him, Rob’s pain slowly transformed into pleasure. Todd’s awkwardity made the same transition, as his staccato breathing shifted from sounding like he was on the verge of running away in terror to sounding like he might blow his wad at any moment.
“Shit…” Todd moaned as he began to plow in earnest. He used all of his strength to pound away at Rob’s tight ass, his cock sliding in and out with each thrust of Todd’s hips.
Todd was surprised that this felt so good, it seemed maybe embarrassing to be that into it. Todd wasn’t an ex-con, after all. It felt so amazing because Rob knew how to use his ass. He was somehow both loose and tight at once: loose enough for Todd to plow away with all his might, tight enough for there to be a struggle and for Rob’s ass to clench around Todd’s cock.
It was incredible. Todd didn’t know anal could be like this. It was enough to, for a moment, make Todd wonder if he could be a hustler as a career — could he find numerous wealthy men like Rob? Probably not, he figured that was likely more difficult than it seemed. Plus they’re probably all into black guys.
He wondered if he could keep Rob as a consistent lay — this could be a nice little side-income stream, he thought. Plus when he was unable to get laid… It would be convenient to both blow a nut and get paid.
As an orgasm exploded deep within him, Todd finally smiled, the last of his reluctance melting away only now that he was done. This, he thought, was a lot less nervewracking than he had seemed. He ran his fingers through his scruffy hair and let out a loud moan that resonated in the cabana.
“Rob!” Rob’s father’s voice filtered through the air. He had been looking in the first cabana — the one everyone actually used — and when he heard Todd’s moan, he realized they were actually in the fourth cabana instead.
Rob orgasmed too. Waves of pleasure emanated from his prostate. The best thing about getting cornholed by young men was that they didn’t even understand the prostate — they just slammed, hard and passionate and intense, and their dick went wherever it ended up, which was somehow always right there on the prostate, Rob’s little pleasure-button, making him gasp and moan and writhe there on the floor of the cabana.
“Robert! Robert Winthrop!” His father was outside now, pounding on the door. It wasn’t locked, but he wouldn’t open it. “Are you trying to humiliate me?!”
“Aaaaaah….” Rob called out and sighed, attempting to say yes though all that came out was a wordless moan. He tried to giggle too, but the orgasm still flowing through his veins made it hard to concentrate.
A surge of fear hit Todd even before his orgasm was even done. He pulled out, heart pounding — was he in trouble with Mr. Winthrop? He hadn’t really considered what would happen if he got caught. At the very least, he thought, he probably lost this client for his pool-cleaning business.
“Don’t worry,” Rob said with a dry chuckle. He stood and stretched his legs. “My dad won’t do anything. He hates me for getting it in the ass, not you for doing it.”
“Oh…” Todd looked down at his limp dick like it had betrayed him. He wiped it off with a towel that was here in the cabana. His cheeks and chest were ruddy and dappled with sweat, both from exertion and from the humid air of the cabana.
“Robert Winthrop! You had better come out of there! I need you getting ready for the fundraiser!”
“I told you, I’m not going unless it’s Spiceman Catering!” Rob said. He crossed his arms over his chest, then realized his father couldn’t see that because the door was still shut. He just shrugged and pulled his pants up. Todd’s panicked expression continued, so Rob added, “and you have to pay Todd! You shouldn’t have stiffed him last time.”
After a long pause, Rob’s father said, “if I pay him now, will you go to the fundraiser? And behave yourself.” He gulped audibly. “Yes, it is Spiceman Catering. But you have to-“
Rob threw the cabana door open. “Why didn’t you say so?” Spiceman Catering was a Sri Lankan catering company whose employees were the entirety of a local semi-professional cricket team, trying to launch a league in the United States. They were all hunky jocks, and they had big dicks and marvelous mustaches, and Rob had jacked most of them off at previous black-tie events. They were his favorite catering company.
“I didn’t want you to embarrass me!”
“I won’t! I’ll be as discrete as possible,” Rob said with a grin. “Oh, almost forgot.” He looked at Todd. “You should have reminded me to pay you. Don’t let rich folk stiff you.” He counted out the five hundred dollars. “And dad, don’t count this as his payment for cleaning the pool. You still owe him.”
“Yeah, fine. Donate five grand to whatever the fundraiser is for, and make sure Adam Patelli sees you do it.”
“Sure, whatever,” Rob said with a shrug. He didn’t care about that part. He had his own goals for the evening.
Ignoring his father, Rob headed into the house to change into a tuxedo. He didn’t like dressing up, but for some studly Sri Lankan caterers, he’d wear whatever it took. He remembered only at the last moment to go back out there and meet Todd before he left, making sure he got paid for all of his pool-cleaning.
It was funny that that was probably what pissed his father off the most. Getting off the poolboy was embarrassing, and getting plowed by the caterer was too — but most of his wealthy buddies messed with the help too. That was expected. Rob’s mother was fucking her tennis pro, and everybody in the Western Hemisphere knew it.
Actually making sure the help was paid? That was beyond the pale for the Winthrop family, or at least the older generation of it.
Rob, on the other hand, was already figuring out how much cash he’d need to bring to nab an entire cricket team’s worth of Sri Lankan man-meat.
Rob is at it again, letting a handsome young stoner stay at his place for free… free except for a swing on his dick! Kyle is willing to do what it takes for a free place to stay, a bag of weed and some beer money, making these two a match made in heaven!
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Rob came back to his beach-side home on Maui with a bag of groceries, including the jalapeño spam that Kyle said he wanted. Rob hated spam, but he was in Hawaii, so he had been forced to adapt to his culinary environment — and the tastes of his new roommate. He placed the bag on the counter, then went into the living room to look at his latest conquest.
He was sprawled out on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Kyle’s rippling muscles were bronzed, and he smelled slightly of seaspray — he had already gone surfing and come back. He watched a documentary about a Filipino surfer, but he didn’t seem to be paying much attention. Kyle ran his fingers through his thick blond hair and scratched his balls. That sent a chill up Rob’s spine because he could see the outline of Kyle’s cock for a few moments.
Rob sunk to his knees beside the couch and handled Kyle’s dick beneath his shorts. He felt a twinge of embarrassment, as he always did. But he didn’t mind that, he actually kind of liked it.
“Horny again, huh?” Kyle scoffed. “Damn…”He placed his forearm over his eyes. He did that every time Rob started on his cock, but it never lasted long. Once he got hard and got into it, he didn’t mind sticking his dick in a man’s mouth. He just didn’t want it to seem like he was too into it.
Kyle lived on the public beaches of Maui, sleeping on friends’s couches whenever he could. He spent all his time either surfing, smoking weed or flirting with girls, mostly tourists. Now he slept on Rob’s couch. He was surprised that Rob expected his dick to be available a couple times a day, but Kyle didn’t mind. He was still young enough that his balls were full of cum and always ready to bust.
“Yeah, get it deep down there like that,” Kyle said with an impassioned groan when he felt Rob’s nose in his pubic hair. Kyle would never admit it, but Rob got him off better than any girl ever had. “Goddamn, man!”
His dick perked up in Rob’s mouth. Its twitching made Rob get even more excited. He started to rub on his own dick through his pants, while Kyle got hard quickly and spewed precum down his throat.
Soon Kyle had stopped blocking his eyes, though he still grumbled like he didn’t want to do this. In fact, however, Kyle had been the one who proposed it. Rob had a reputation for letting young men sleep on his couch for awhile in exchange for a taste of their meat. Kyle came to see Rob one night a few days ago. He was drunk then, and his dick had tasted sweet as candy when he was passed out like a log on Rob’s couch.
Now Kyle giggled as he watched Rob on his dick. Kyle picked up his lighter as though he was going to smoke weed, but his bowl was way over on the other side of the living room. He would have to get up and go get it. Kyle rearranged his weight as though he was about to stand, but then closed his eyes, moaned and leaned back.
“God damn, Rob…” He muttered like he was annoyed at how good this felt. Every time he used Rob’s name, it made Rob shiver with delight and made his cock pulsate beneath his own fingers. Kyle chuckled to himself — he got plenty of women, but they never so visibly loved the taste of his cock as Rob did. It puffed up his pride and his machismo, but at the same time deflated it because Kyle still had never turned on a woman as intensely as he turned on Rob.
The doorbell rang. Rob froze in fear as though he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, even though he didn’t really need to be afraid.
What about the weed? Panic flooded Rob’s senses. There was a large amount of illegal weed in here, he thought as he savored the flavor of salty precum coating his tongue. Rob had bought the weed for Kyle — or to be more precise, he gave Kyle the money so Kyle could buy it from his dealer; Rob was too much of a wuss and a nerd to know where to buy anything illegal. Could there be police here to arrest Kyle or Rob or both of them for possession of marijuana?
That seemed unlikely. The rational part of his mind said that it wouldn’t be that. The police wouldn’t have politely rung the doorbell, for one thing. Rob was too distracted by his love for the cock in his throat to calm himself down, however.
“Damn it…” Kyle leaned forward to look out the window. “It’s my boys.” His friends were out there, three young surfers like him. There was Pony the dark-haired and stormy youth, Yoritsune the punk-haired short one and Makana the pretty-faced indigenous Hawaiian. They were all lean and wiry, with flat bellies more from general waywardness, high metabolism and lack of solid food than from actual exercise.
Rob couldn’t see the young men because his face was still buried in Kyle’s crotch. Now that he knew it wasn’t the police, Rob didn’t care what happened — everyone in Maui knew that Rob would jerk off men who needed a place to sleep. Rob was fine with that, he wanted everyone to know, that’s how he found new guys.
“Hey, Kyle, come on out. The wind is picking up. Good surf starting, should be a couple hours of perfect waves.” That was Makana, who had a handsome boyish face and naturally bronze skin, as well as a pretty lilting, syllabic accent. He was too boyish for Rob though. Kyle, on the other hand, was a strapping lad with hair like a movie star and a beautifully muscled body. He had a handsome, angular face with a slim nose, and his long limbs were well-muscled and wiry. Kyle exuded machismo and sweated swagger, which made Rob so horny he had wanted to jack off from the moment he first saw Kyle scratching at his balls beneath his shorts — he had been drunkenly swaying on the front porch then, right where his surfer-buddies stood now, and Rob had been hiding to look through the window, right where Kyle now kneeled.
“Go away, come back in like five minutes. I’m busy,” Kyle said, holding Rob’s head in place on his cock. As he spoke, he kept pumping his hips, gently, humping Rob’s tongue and his throat. His voice was tight and clipped. He had none of the slackadaisery he usually exhibited. Rob realized with a muffled giggle that Kyle didn’t want his friends to know what was happening. “Go on, I’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”
Rob was crouched between Kyle and the wall. His blood ran hot as he slurped on Kyle’s dick. He tried to make it difficult for Kyle to ignore, just as a sort of game — it hardly mattered, since Kyle had told his friends what he was doing. But there was a difference between Kyle telling his friends that it happened and Kyle being unable to leave because he was amid doing it.
Kyle groaned and pumped his hips instinctually, slamming his dick all the way into Rob’s throat. Rob sputtered, now wedged so tightly between Kyle’s crotch and the wall that Rob couldn’t move at all. He could even hear the motion of Kyle’s friends outside — if it weren’t for the wall separating them, they’d be so close they’d have gotten splashed by the spit that sputtered out of his mouth. But because of the wall, they didn’t know anything except that Kyle was behaving strangely.
“You don’t want to miss it. There should be some good waves in a little while.”
“Not that he’d catch a single one of them. Got no skills.”
“Fuck you, Pony,” Kyle said. He no doubt intended for it to be mean, or at least rude, but he was so distracted by his dick that his words sounded weak and half-hearted. He glanced down at Rob’s face, disgusted to see a man there, and shocked to see his precum running in rivulets down Rob’s cheeks and chin. “Hey, gimme a sec, lemme talk to them-“
But Rob didn’t stop swallowing. Kyle’s cheeks turned ruddy and he looked back to his friends out the window.
“We haven’t had really good surfing weather in months. What’s wrong with the weather these days? We used to have killer waves almost every day.”
“Guys, just go! I’ll meet you on the beach,” Kyle snapped. He blushed. A few beads of sweat appeared on his strapping chest, and he closed his eyes. He ground his dick down Rob’s throat, like he needed to hit it at every angle with every single spot on his shaft. He could have pulled out — Rob held him in place by his ass, but Rob was not strong enough to really force it. He was just barely strong enough to make Kyle have to work on it to pull his cock out, and it would be obvious to his friends that something was happening.
Kyle was still trying to play it cool. So he wiggled his hips, trying to get his dick out without moving too much, while Rob gripped Kyle’s muscular asscheeks. Rob even tried to get a finger in his asshole, but Kyle’s cheeks were clenched shut.
Then Kyle let out an impassioned moan. Now there was no denying what it was — a moan like that came only from the crotch.
Rob giggled as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He redoubled his efforts to swallow that cock better than he ever had before. He nestled his nose deep in Kyle’s crotch, nuzzling his pubic hair and his firm flesh. He slathered spit all up and down the shaft and licked the pulsating veins until Kyle gasped.
“Hey, what are you doin’ in there?”
“Oh, damn, you’re lettin’ your sugardaddy jack you off right now, huh?”
“Oh, that’s nasty!”
“You doin’ that right now? Right in front of us?”
“Holy shit, man, you are crazy!”
Kyle laughed and cheered. He pumped his biceps and ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair. He had always covered up his insecurity and anxiety about this situation, even when it was just he and Rob together, but now that his friends were here, Kyle seemed to feel a need to prove how copacetic he was.
“I’m makin’ him swallow my shit,” Kyle said with an exaggerated grunt. “Gonna get some dome off him. You guys wanna watch?”
“No!”
“Hell no!”
“No way! I don’t wanna see your dick, man!”
But Kyle ignored them. He couldn’t really plow into Rob’s face any harder than he already was, because Rob had been deep-throating him and had already swallowed every bit of Kyle’s cockflesh. But since the surfers outside couldn’t see that, Kyle pretended.
He grabbed Rob’s head and held it in place. He bucked his hips back and forth, pulling his dick all the way out and then slamming it right back in. Huge gobs of saliva stuck his shaft and dripped onto the floor as Rob swallowed.
“Yee-haw!” Kyle held on to Rob’s head with one hand and held his other in the air like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. He laughed and his friends joined in.
“You fuckin’ weirdo!”
“Ask your sugardaddy for permission to go surfing.”
“Hey! I don’t need his permission,” Kyle said with a sneer. “I come and go whenever I want. I tell him when I want to blow a nut. That’s how this works.” Of course that wasn’t strictly true, but Rob didn’t mind the lie. He loved being dominated by alpha males and would have been fine with it if Kyle came to him when he wanted to blow a nut.
“You got any beer money, man?”
“Hey, get him to give us money for beer!”
“You stick him in the ass yet? He’ll prolly give it to you if you stick him in the ass.”
“Maybe…” Kyle laughed like he was confident, but Rob could tell he was not. Kyle grumbled. He didn’t answer his friends. That was because he didn’t know if Rob would agree. After making a big deal out of the fact that Kyle called the shots in this relationship, Kyle couldn’t very well ask for beer money and be refused. That would shake the carefully constructed front he hid behind.
But Rob wasn’t about to make this easy for Kyle either. He continued slurping on that thick surfer meat, which smelled of salty seaspray and beach sand. He pretended he hadn’t heard the surfers talking about beer money. One of Kyle’s conditions for moving in here had been that he would not, under any circumstances, stick anything in Rob’s ass.
That guarantee, however, was losing its ironclad certainty by the moment. Rob could see nothing but the big beautiful cock in front of his face, but he could tell that Kyle was looking at him to gauge his chances. Kyle was willing to do it now, either because he really wanted beer or because he wanted to prove to his friends that he was rapacious enough to do so, or maybe he had always wanted to ramrod a man but needed a good enough excuse to convince himself it was okay.
“Come on, man, get more money outta him. Just like twenty bucks. We could get a bunch of forties with that.”
“I don’t want forties of malt liquor, Makana, I ain’t homeless.”
Rob grinned, ignoring the argument between Kyle and his friends. Instead, Rob called his father, who didn’t answer — that was normal. He didn’t answer most of the time because Rob usually called to make his father listen to Rob squander his inheritance. Rob hated his father, who in turn hated the lower classes. That was why Rob got into rough trade in the first place, to anger his father. So now whenever he could, while slurping off losers, slackers and white trash, Rob called his father and made him listen to it.
The voice mail recording beeped, and Rob made sure to groan extra-loud so his father would hear it. He didn’t know if his dad actually listened to the entire message, or if he just realized who it was and deleted it. He probably just deleted it, Rob thought, but it made him feel good to make the message as long and as loud as possible.
“Come on, Kyle do it! Get the beer money, man!”
“What’s the point of having a sugardaddy if you don’t get sugar out of him?”
“Fine!” Kyle barked at his friends. “For fuck’s sake…” He pulled Rob off his cock, and they both shuddered. Rob shuddered because he was disappointed that he didn’t get to taste that remarkable cock anymore, and Kyle shuddered because he didn’t want to ask this question. “Hey, uh, Rob…” Again his use of Rob’s name made Rob shake with desire. Kyle sneered at him. “You, uh… I’ll stick you in the ass, if you want. But you gotta give me some beer money.”
“Okay,” Rob said with a smile. He made a kissy face at Kyle, who looked away. Rob laughed into the phone. “I’ll give you beer money to stick me. There’s cash in my wallet. But you gotta cum in my ass and gimme a reacharound.”
Kyle scoffed as though that should have been obvious. “I don’t do that,” he said. “Only perverts give reacharounds.”
“Slam it in, Kyle!”
“No mercy! Ram him like a bitch!”
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” That was Pony, the dark-haired one. All Rob could hear was him grunting, but he guessed from the sounds and the way it made the others laugh that Pony was pantomiming fucking a woman in the ass.
When Rob turned around, his face finally poked above the windowsill, so he saw Pony, Yoritsune and Makana standing out there on the patio. He blushed at their shocked looks. He jutted his ass back onto Kyle’s erect cock. Rob decided to just try to force it — Kyle wouldn’t want to look like he wasn’t in charge of this situation in front of his friends.
Kyle took a deep, nervous breath. He rested his fat cock on Rob’s asscheeks at first. He looked out the window and steeled his nerves, not wanting to look like he was second-guessing himself in front of his friends. Rob moaned directly into the phone, which was still recording his voice mail, while Rob grabbed his tube of lubricant and greased his ass up.
Finally he was ready, his cock hard, Rob’s ass lubed up. Kyle looked very nervous as he pushed his dick into Rob’s ass. When he was finally in, he sighed in relief as though there was some chance he wouldn’t be able to find Rob’s asshole and he was glad he had succeeded.
There was a burst of pain in his ass, a familiar sensation to Rob. Rob had taken it in the ass from plenty of men in his time. It always began with this uncomfortable pain, which soon turned into waves of pleasure.
But as always, it didn’t stay that way. By the time Kyle’s dick was halfway in his ass, Rob felt his entire body loosen and tremble, as intense sensations wracked his petite frame. Kyle shuddered as well.
“I’m in!” he yelled to his friends, who clapped and hooted like Kyle had defeated a conquering army.
“Lemme see!”
“Fuckin’ gross! Make it loud, Kyle!”
Makana came right up next to the window. He tried to peer down and watch Kyle do it, but from this vantage point that wasn’t possible. Rob was back below the window and all Makana could see was a little of Kyle’s pubic hair. He still grinned broadly as though that was what he wanted to see.
“Let’s hear those balls slap against his ass, man! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!”
It seemed Kyle was trying to slam his dick in in such a way as to make a loud thwacking sound, but he wasn’t entirely successful. There was some noise made when his balls hit Rob’s ass, but it wasn’t loud enough to be heard through the window, especially with Kyle’s friends carrying on.
The last of Kyle’s reluctance disappeared with the final few inches of his dick sliding into Rob’s ass. Then they were in perfect sync. Rob backed his ass up as though it was his job to pound into himself with Kyle’s cock, while Kyle flailed his hands like he didn’t want to touch Rob any more than absolutely necessary. He grabbed the ledge in front of the window and held on tight.
“Get enough money off him that we can bring something girlie to the party! Wine coolers!”
They were all pantomiming gangbanging a woman now. Pony still mimed out violently fucking a woman. All three bounced around on the porch, laughing as they ground their hips into imagined orifices.
“Don’t forget about the reacharound, if you want to get paid,” Rob said. He dragged one of Kyle’s arms around his body to his crotch.
Kyle wrinkled his nose but gripped Rob’s shaft. His hand barely touched it — just a couple fingers — but Rob was already on the verge of cumming, so he didn’t mind.
“C’mon, rub it, I’m not paying you if you don’t do it,” Rob said breathlessly.
Kyle grimaced and murmured to himself. He was glad his friends couldn’t see that he was giving a reacharound now. It was hardly the first time he’d touched another man’s cock — they circle-jerked sometimes, when they were drunk enough — but he wasn’t proud of it.
He stroked Rob’s cock with one hand loosely. He hoped to not make Rob cum, so Kyle could finish first and make Rob get himself off. But Rob was already so close that, basically as soon as Kyle gave Rob dick a few full-hearted strokes, it sent Rob over the line.
Rob’s own orgasm hit him suddenly, waves of bliss flowing through him. Rob sprayed a load into his hand and onto the carpeted floor beneath him. Some of it even landed on his cell phone, which still sat on the floor recording the sound of Kyle’s frenzied gyrating.
“You like this, man? This alright wit’ you?” Kyle asked with a cocky grin. He grabbed Rob’s wallet off the floor. He took all of the cash that was in it, more than a hundred dollars — way more than was necessary to buy a couple forties and some wine coolers — and passed it through the window. “I’ll meet you in five minutes. Just get to the beach.”
“You don’t want us around, huh? Why not? You gonna make out with your sugardaddy?”
The other three surfers were laughing. Their voices faded, suggesting they were leaving to go buy beer, but they kept calling Kyle a pussy as they walked away. Kyle blushed but ignored them.
Once they were gone, Kyle moaned like he had been holding that in and now needed the release. He started to grind his hips, forcing his dick in deeper. Rob cried out as intense aftershocks of his own orgasm rocketed through his body.
At last Kyle lost his final inhibitions. He grabbed ahold of Rob’s ass with both hands, holding him in place while Kyle pounded away at that tight hole. His huge, throbbing cock slammed in and out of Rob, who buried his face in the ground and kept his ass high in the air.
Cum sprayed in Rob’s ass. It was a hot, thick load, full of creamy heat and stickiness. It drifted throughout his body, trickling streams of manjuice seeping into every corner of his body. Rob let out an ear-rattling, hair-cringing moan as that cum just kept on filling him up.
It lasted for what felt like both a long time and not long enough, Rob thought. He felt a torrent of cum dripping into and out of his ass, and he savored it, making sure to aim all of the sounds he made — and that Kyle’s cumming cock made in his asshole — into the phone. Kyle’s dick slowly limpened inside Rob.
“Okay, thanks for the money, man,” Kyle said with a long, slow groan. He stood and gingerly let his cock slide out, then wiped his dick off. Kyle blushed. He tried to hide it, to look confident, like he did this all the time, but Rob could sense that he was relieved he had gotten through it without embarrassing himself.
“Thank you. That was amazing,” Rob said breathlessly. He hung up the phone and tucked it back in his pocket. Kyle either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Kyle grabbed the shirt by the door. He didn’t put it on, he just carried it — in case he needed to enter a store later. He slipped into his flipflops, ignoring Rob who laid there on the floor basking in the glow of his post-orgasm warmth. Kyle opened the door and grabbed the surfboard he kept out on the front porch.
“Leave some dinner for me in the fridge,” Kyle said before he stepped away. “I’ll be back later. Or not. If I find a girl, I’ll sleep with her tonight.”
He walked away before Rob could answer. Rob said, “Okay…” weakly, even though he knew Kyle had gone. He laid there and savored the feel of cum inside himself, resting his head on the spot where Kyle had been sitting earlier. It smelled like his ass.
Rob fell asleep there, on his knees and smelling Kyle’s body even though he had gone. He was glad to have met Kyle, but Rob was beginning to think it was time to move on.
He was ready to find a fresh new slice of rough trade who needed a place to sleep.
Rob has paid off a child support beef for the legendary drifter and hobo Tommy Weathers, and for that, Rob is ready to taste his filthy, raunchy meat. Is Tommy willing to give it up?
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It took a long time after Rob paid off the child support for Tommy to be released. Rob’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of his latest lust striding cockily through the jail, his eyes darting suspiciously towards the uniformed cop who escorted him out.
“I thanks ya kindly, suh,” Tommy said when he was in the waiting area and his handcuffs were unlocked. “You a real prince among men.”
The situation was awkward, the waiting area clogged with dour-looking girlfriends, mothers and lawyers, all of them pretending they weren’t eavesdropping. Tommy was oblivious though and shamelessly spoke loudly and at great length in front of them.
“Uh, yeah, no problem. You’re welcome,” Rob said.
Tommy’s deep voice boomed. He was tall and big-bodied by nature, but with the lean, ropy build of a drifter. He was white but with very sun-tanned skin, burnt and reburnt by his days of shirtless work. He was missing several teeth. His accent was so thick it reminded Rob of the incomprehensible hillbilly, Boomhauer, from King of the Hill. He talked incessantly too, as though he was required to verbalize every thought he had.
“I’m gonna pay you back, suh. Not in money, you know I ain’t got none of that, and if’n I did, I’d just spend it all on booze, ya hear. The ol’ Tommy, he would-a say he gonna pay you back in cold hard cash, ya hear, but he wouldn’t do it. Nosirree. He just use ya and abuse ya for as much as he can, then spend it all on fentunill, uh-huh, ya hear, son? I ain’t that kinda man no mo’, suh, and I thanks ya rightly for all that you done. I’s gonna tell ya upfront that if I gets any cash, I be buyin’ liquor wit’ it. Ain’t proud of it, ’s just my weakness, ya hear? God ain’t see fit to gimme the strength to resist sweet lady drink.”
He kept talking as they walked back to Rob’s car and drove away from the jail. Rob found his accent alluring, and his intense energy made Rob horny. He couldn’t focus on Tommy’s words because he was so aroused.
So far, Rob had only managed to jack Tommy off once when he was drunk. They met because Tommy was holding up a sign asking for money at a busy intersection — he had insisted even as he begged for handouts that he didn’t accept welfare (he offered to write down every person’s address and pay them back at some point in the future, but most people understandably declined). Rob had offered him thirty bucks to jack him off.
Tommy agreed without giving it a second thought and jumped into the passenger seat. Once he was there, however, he made a big show of this being contrary to his ideals as a Christian. Those ideals didn’t slow him down any, but he did make Rob buy him liquor first, and by the time he had his dick out in the shadowy corner of an All-Mart parking lot, Tommy had been piss-drunk.
His dick was thick and fleshy, nice and long, and it throbbed beneath Rob’s fingertips. Tommy had demonstrated its thickness by holding it next to his forearm — it was just a bit thicker than his cock. He cackled with pride.
“Mah friends always used to say I got color cock,” he grinned, showing off his gap-toothed jaw. “You know what that mean? I got dick like a color boy. Ain’t prejudice now, ya hear?”
“Uh-huh.”
He went on, talking about his lack of prejudice and, at the same time, all the groups of people he was prejudiced against: Filipinos, blacks, foreigners, electricians, feminists, Marylanders, Jews, Frenchmen, people named Bruce, Canadians, psychiatrists, people who eat smooth peanut butter, Texans, politicians, Mexicans and Mormons, among others. Even as his dick got hard in Rob’s hand and leaked precum into his fingers, Tommy didn’t stop talking.
“I used to fuck this color girl, she loved me somethin’ fierce. Ah, damn, she got this ass, man… It’s enough to make me unchristian, it rightly is, suh. I tell you one thing. Uh-huh.”
When he orgasmed, he shut up for about half a second, then let loose with a loud torrent of moaning. Even his moans had a redneck accent though, which made Rob giggle.
Sitting there in the car in the All-Mart parking lot, Rob had nearly busted his own load just from the sight of Tommy’s muscles writhing beneath his t-shirt, his scruffy chin and his unwashed hair shaking. He finally stopped talking for a few seconds, long enough to spray sweet, sunny-smelling semen all over Rob’s hand. It spurted over Tommy’s t-shirt too, soaking into it. That made Tommy drunkenly groan with disgust, but Rob had given him a new t-shirt. Tommy allowed him to keep the old one, which Rob had fallen asleep sniffing and licking.
So that had been how he met Tommy. He had paid Tommy thirty bucks and the bottle and said he could stay at Rob’s place. He slept on the couch. That first night, he had spent the whole thirty bucks on more booze. He said that it would last him a week, but he actually finished it in two days — he shared some with a couple of homeless men, but he drank most of it himself.
Since then Tommy had been out and about — “testifyin’ at ‘bout the Lord on heaven” — so Rob hadn’t had the chance to get at his dick again.
Until today.
Tommy had spent a day and a half in jail after being arrested for being drunk in public. It turned out he owed five hundred in child support, which Rob paid to get him out.
When they pulled into Rob’s house, Tommy cleared his throat. “Ya need any more work done, suh?”
Rob shook his head no. Tommy had refused to take charity, so he had done some work around the house in exchange for a couch to sleep on. But that work was all done.
“You gonna wanna jack me off, huh?”
“Yeah,” Rob said.
He sighed. “Fine. I knew it was gonna come to that. I don’t take charity, so I’ll do whatevuh it take,” he said.
“I might know someone who needs work done,” Rob said. “Why don’t I make some calls? I might be able to find you a job.”
“I’d be much obliged,” he said. He sniffed his pits. “I should go take a shower. I got jailstink in me.”
“No.” Rob blushed. “Wait. Lemme… y’know… first.”
“Oh, you like it stinky, huh?”
“The stinkier the better,” Rob said. He sent off a text message to a friend of his, asking about a job for Tommy. Then he dropped to his knees and massaged Tommy’s cock through his jeans. Tommy snorted and was silent for a moment — that was highly unusual for him, and it was enough to make Rob chuckle. He undid the fly and let Tommy’s cock flop out.
Rob opened his mouth and swallowed it down. That triggered Tommy to start talking again, but Rob ignored him. He focused on the taste of his meat; it was salty and musky, with a sun-drenched summery flavor that made Rob drool all over it.
“You really like jackin’ dick, huh? What’s up wit’ dat? Huh? Dick don’t taste good, I never put it in my mouth — no how, no way — but I knows dat, yessuh, you best believe it. That’s where piss come from, why don’t it just taste like piss?” He paused, his voice scrunched up as he pondered this conundrum. “Oh, but girls piss too. Pussy does piss I know dat, suh. But they’s cleaner. That’s the diff’rence. Tastes like piss, yessuh. I know dat.”
His dick got hard easily — Rob was glad to see he didn’t have whiskey dick, despite the bottle of whiskey he had drunk before getting arrested. It was massively thick, one of those rare cocks that Rob actually needed to struggle to deep-throat.
There were two reasons in Rob’s book to practice rough trade. Firstly, he just plain enjoyed it. Secondly, and even more important, Rob loved to humiliate his father. Dad was an upper-class elitist who hated the lower classes. He genuinely thought poor people shouldn’t be allowed to speak to the wealthy unless spoken to first.
So as Rob swallowed, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Dad. As expected, it went straight to voice mail — Dad knew what it meant when Rob called him. Rob was fine with the voice mail, since Dad couldn’t hang it up. Rob left the phone recording while he moistly put his mouth on Tommy’s cock, whose incessant yammering in his Southern dialect would enrage Dad so much it made Rob smile.
“You got nice lips, damn, suh. I wasn’t expectin’ that, nosirree. I never do no pervy shit wit’ no male person befo’, nope, no, no, no, no way, and I will slap the bitch off anyone say different,” he said. “But I’s a Christian man, so I won’t do that. I don’t slap no one. I would though, I’d do it and get meself some fo’giveness later. I’s Christian fo’ real, suh. Don’t hit anyone who question me, not even men. Nope, that ain’t Christian. But don’t doubt that I ain’t nevuh do none of that pervuht shit befo’, or I will hit ya, and that’s a Christian promise.” He continued swearing that he both would definitely hit this hypothetical person and definitely would not, apparently having no realization that he was contradicting himself over and over. He peered down at his cock as it disappeared down Rob’s throat. He covered his eyes with one hand, peeking through his fingers before looking away again.
Rob loved hearing Tommy’s rumbling drawl, his gravelly voice filling the air with the words that dripped out of him like molasses. His cock dripped too, salty precum flowing down Rob’s throat. He gurgled on it, letting some leak out from his lips and down his chin.
The phone rang — not Rob’s personal phone, but his landline. Rob wasn’t going to answer until he saw he caller ID. It was a friend who owned a small bakery in town.
“I should take this,” Rob said. “It’s the guy I asked about giving you a job. I sent him a text. He called on the landline-“
“Hell yeah, answer that, suh, I rightly need dat, yeah,” he said. He wrinkled his nose as Rob lazily stroked his dick and answered the phone. He stared at the cock as he had to fight back the urge to start jacking on it again — he needed his mouth free to talk on the phone.
It turned out his friend did have a job available. He needed someone to re-tile his bathroom, and, when Rob asked, Tommy nodded as though he didn’t have experiencing tiling but was willing to pretend he did.
So Rob passed the phone over. Tommy took a deep breath before answering, and Rob couldn’t help but lick his dick. He didn’t put it in his mouth again while Tommy interviewed over the phone, he just licked and lightly stroked the shaft.
“Hello, suh. Yessuh, I swears, I do got experience. Yessuh, I ain’t gonna lie to ya, ain’t nevuh tiled a bathroom all by myself. But I done it. I know all ‘bout that, yessuh. And you can rest yerself unworried, suh, I’s a Christian man. I’s a God-fearin’ man, uh-huh.” His voice broke when a drop of precum leaked onto Rob’s tongue. “Yessuh. I got dat punc-tual-ity, yessuh, I always do. I do good work. I was raised propuh.”
His dick twitched in Rob’s mouth. Rob kissed the tip as loudly as he could, giggling when Tommy frowned at him. Rob licked up all the precum that dripped out of his dick.
“I only ask that ya treat me wit’ respect as well. I only ask fo’ you to treat me like a man, ya hear. I don’t like to hear no kinda disrespec’. Ya got me? Huh? I see, yeah. Yessuh,” he said. “I ain’t gonna lie to you, suh. I do gots a problem wit’ the drink, yeah. I’s man enough to admit dat. Uh-huh.”
Tommy used one hand to keep the phone on his ear, while his other hand grabbed Rob by the head. He bucked his hips one time, slamming his dick all the way into Rob’s throat. He listened intently to the phone as he did, like he didn’t even notice what his cock was doing. He smiled and stuck his tongue out when he was all the way in Rob’s gullet, and he moaned loudly.
Then he blushed and stammered into the phone. “Sorry, suh, I was, uh… I just stubbed my toe, so sorry,” he said. “I ain’t know ‘bout that, suh. It might not be the best way to go. I do drink me some ‘lcohol, that’s fo’ sho’. Uh-huh. I ain’t gonna lie to you, suh, I’s a Christian man, I do drink e’ry night. The Lord ain’t seen fit to take that burden from my back. I pray e’ry night, both befo’ and aftuh I get drunk, ya hear. I pray fo’ guidance, yessuh, and I pray for forgiveness.”
As Rob started to stroke Tommy’s cock in earnest again, he looked up at Tommy’s serious face. Tommy had one arm crossed over his flat belly, rubbing against the blond hairs there. Rob suckled loudly and moistly on his cockshaft, which throbbed and precummed down Rob’s throat.
“Alright, yessuh, thank you, thank you fo’ the oppo’tunity, yessuh, I do ‘ppreciate it, mighty fine,” Tommy said. Then he hung up the phone. He snorted. “He ain’t hire me.”
“Oh? What happened?”
“He say he gonna need me to do some drivin’. The tiles he wanna use is in some far-away warehouse or somethin’. He say he gonna make me take a breathalyzer first. He say insurance make him do it,” Tommy said. “I can’t get no kinda DUI no mo’, or I do some big-boy time in the slammer. That’s what my lawyer say last time. So I tell him, I tells ya friend, I tells him nah, I can’t lie. I gonna be drunk, at least at the legal limit from the night befo’. ‘nless you pick me up from jail like you done today, that’s ‘bout the only way I might be sober fo’ him. God ain’t seen fit to take the burden of drink off my back, ya hear.”
“Uh-huh. That’s too bad, I’m sorry to hear that,” Rob said. He was too horny to really care, though a part of him was annoyed that Tommy hadn’t even been willing to try to quit drinking for the job. Rob was also certain that his friend was making that up — he had no breathalyzer, he was just saying that to scare Tommy into admitting he would never show up sober.
“Hey, suh, I wanna-” Tommy said. He snorted and threw his head back to moan, biting his lip as he nearly orgasmed right then and there. He pulled his dick out and let it flop against Rob’s face. It smelled like hay and saliva and sweat, and it made Rob’s mind race as dizzying desire overwhelmed him. Tommy took a deep breath. “I’s in need, ya know that, ya hear. You seem like the kinda man who wanna help a Christian brotha out, and ya know I don’t take no kinda charity, no way. Huh-huh. I don’t do dat. I got some pride left in these old bones.”
“What do you want, Tommy?” Rob didn’t meant to be impatient, but he desperately wanted to get back to swallowing his dick.
“I want you to forgive me my debt fo’ that child support shit, and I need more. If you gimme ‘bout two hundred, I can buy enough liquor to last me for weeks and still have enough to pay child support fo’ this month, ya hear. That’ll keep me outta jail long enough to get a job.”
“A job that doesn’t expect you to come to work sober?” Rob asked. Tommy wrinkled his nose, and Rob smiled. He didn’t mean to be confrontational — he wasn’t Tommy’s social worker, after all.
“That’s fair, I say. I say that’s fair,” Tommy said. “But the Lord ain’t seen fit to tell me to quit drinkin’. The Lord ain’t say that yet. Maybe it’ll happen tomorrow. Maybe the day aftuh that, I dunno. The Lord works in mysterious ways, suh, as I’m sure you well know.”
“Uh-huh.” Rob inhaled deeply from the musky cock that rested and pulsated atop his face, as he looked up into Tommy’s ultra-serious mien.
“So I’s askin’ for two hundred, suh, but I wouldn’t be askin’ if I ain’t wanna earn it, like a real man. I dunno if you know this ‘bout me, but I don’t take charity. Nope, no way, no how,” he said, and even though he had told Rob that maybe a hundred times in the week or so they had known each other, he seemed to be genuinely unaware that he had said it before. He took a deep breath. “I’s willin’ to treat you in a most unchristian way, if that’s the way you want it.”
Rob would have had no idea what that meant, but from the way Tommy raised his eyebrows and stroked his twitching cock, Rob guessed it was exactly what he wanted. He glanced over at the phone to be sure his father’s voicemail would pick up this conversation.
“You’ll stick it in my ass?”
Tommy blanched, frowned and chuckled nervously. “Damn, you really speak blunt, suh, but yeah, that’s what I’s sayin’.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
“Nossuh!” he said. Then he paused. “I been drinkin’ a lotta drink fo’ a long time, suh.” He put his hand over his heart. “I ain’t wanna lie to ya, suh. This man I know — Willie — he tells me one time that we get drunk together in a tramp camp out near the highway — not the highway here in Tuscaloosa, this was down in Florida — and we get so drunk, me and Willie, we get so drunk we can’t even stand, I swear to God. I wasn’t composed-mentis — that’s a legal term, ya hear — and I ain’t even remembuh it the next day. But Willie, he a color boy, not that I’s prejudice, but he say the next day, he say that we was real drunk and I was attemptin’ at his asshole all night. Color boys say dat, yessuh. But I wasn’t right in the mind then, and I don’t rightly remembuh it. I punched that Willie in the face and I ain’t even ask fo’giveness. He say we was drunk and messin’ each other off — color boys call that ‘sixty-ninin’’, yessuh, and then he say he stick me in the asshole, and I say no way, no how, I don’t do that, nossuh. I don’t let no white man in my ass, and I don’t let no color man in there neither. I ain’t prejudice. He say we both do it, but I punch him in the face.” Tommy laughed. “He punch me back, but we make up and get to smokin’ some ice togethuh, all forgotten. We was both smokin’ that crystal meth-am-phetamine then. I quit that now, by the grace of God, thank you, suh.”
As he told that long story, Rob got into position. He bent over on all fours, above his own cell phone so he could be sure his father would listen to every moist sound and intense moan. He slathered lube all over his ass.
It was only as he finished his story, talking about smoking meth and over-enunciating the word methamphetamine, that Tommy got in position to enter Rob’s ass. He kneeled and got behind Rob, who cringed as soon as he felt that thick prick at the entrance to his ass.
Tommy grabbed Rob’s hair, which was just long enough that he could grip it. He screwed up his face like a mean thug for a moment, and he slapped Rob’s asscheek.
“I ain’t gonna stick ya real mean-like. Ya reckon it’s okay if I hold onto yer hair, suh?”
“That’s fine.”
“I just likes to hold on, like for somethin’ to grip. Plus I can pull on it just a bit, make ya tighten up some. Ya just gotta tell me to stop or slow down,” Tommy said, sounding like he really hoped Rob would make him stop.
But Rob didn’t. He was so horny he backed his ass up while Tommy was still talking, so in the end, Tommy didn’t penetrate Rob — instead Rob penetrated himself with Tommy’s dick.
He threw his head back and moaned as Tommy’s cock hit his prostate, inch after inch of it squeezing into his ass. Rob had rarely accepted such a thick slab of meat, so he struggled to take in the whole thing.
“Oh god! It’s so big!” Rob knew that men like Tommy pounded better if their ego was stroked, so Rob kept shouting about how huge Tommy’s cock was. Sure enough, that made Tommy grin like an ape and bristle with pride.
“Here we go, suh, I do hope this is worth it,” Tommy said. He groaned and grunted as he forced the last few inches of his dick in.
They were both motionless for a moment. Rob shivered as he struggled to adjust to the cock in his ass and the wave of pleasure enveloping him. Tommy looked down at his dick disappearing in Rob’s ass as though he had no idea how it had gotten there. He chuckled to himself and was again struck silent for a few seconds. Though Tommy’s accent had turned him on, Rob was glad to have a few moments to think as his prostate came alive.
Then at last Tommy began pounding away at Rob’s ass. He pulled gently on Rob’s hair to keep his head up, even as Tommy pushed down on Rob’s upper back. He placed Rob’s shoulders on the floor, his ass in the air and his head upraised just enough that he could see.
“Damn, suh, from behind you look a lot like a girl,” Tommy said. “A girl who got a real athletic back, that’s nice. A li’l hairy, but hey, I know I ain’t no prize. I met girls a lot hairier than you and I ain’t kick ‘em out of bed. Or outta the tent I be sleepin’ in, or whatevuh. I don’t fuck wit’ prostitutes, mind you suh.” He groaned again and slammed his dick in so hard his balls slapped against Rob’s thigh.
“Uh-huh.” Rob reached behind himself and massaged Tommy’s balls. It wasn’t clear Tommy even realized he was doing it — Tommy’s mind was fixated on the pleasure and the horror of his dick in a man’s asshole. Rob’s fingers slipped behind Tommy’s balls, rubbing that sensitive spot where his sac met his taint. The thick nest of blond hairs there was choked with dried-on sweat.
Tommy stopped moving. He coughed. “Ah, damn, does this make me a rentboy, suh?”
“Uh… No, you’re just…” Rob winced. It was hard to concentrate on speaking with such a huge cock throbbing inside his ass. It was right on his prostate, sending jolts of bliss through his body. “You’re just givin’ me a lesson on masculinity. I’m small and weak-“
Tommy chortled. He mulled around the word masculinity in his mouth and repeated it, dick twitching inside Rob’s twisting body. “Muscle-innity? Wuzzat?”
“It’s, a, uh… bein’ a man” Rob said.
“Well hooty toot, ain’t that right. I ain’t no pervuht, just doin’ what I gotta do to make some scratch. Wish I could tell my sister that and have her get impressed. She called me a failure and a loser, can you believe that? She accuse me of stealin’ cash from her when I was sleepin’ on her couch,” Tommy said. He started moving his hips again, rubbing his dick on every surface of Rob’s guts. Tommy moaned and bit his lip. “I did steal cash from her, mind you. I done sought forgiveness fo’ it already,” he said. “But she ain’t know I done it. She ain’t have no kinda clues ‘bout that. She just ‘ssumed. To me, that ain’t right. She my sister. She should gimme the benefit of the doubt. Ya hear me, suh?”
“Yeah. Uh-huh.”
He chuckled dryly. “I can tell you want me to blow my load. You like, uh, nut, huh, suh?” He shuddered as though that thought was unspeakably disgusting.
“Yeah. Stick it in me,” Rob said, still too distracted by his ass to speak normally, so his voice was wrenched by moans.
“Now when I fuck a girl in the ass, she nevuh want me to fill her up inside. Huh? You want me to pull out? I like to fill her up, cuz that’s in the Bible,” Tommy said. “Spillin’ yer seed is bad, I know that. I hears this preacher say it one time.”
“Yeah. Just cum inside me, okay,” Rob said. He rolled his eyes while he shot his own load into his hand. Some of it even landed on the phone on the floor, which still whirred as it recorded Tommy’s voice and the sound of Rob’s orgasm. Rob smiled — his father was going to hate this. Tommy’s earnest nature, his Christianity, his dirtiness, his redneck accent, he was everything Rob’s dad despised.
“Yessuh, I am glad you say dat,” he said. He spat into the palm of his hand and used that as additional lube. He groaned and slammed his dick in. He pulled it all the way out and did so again, grunting each time, as Rob bit his own lip, the waves of pleasure overwhelming him with each thrust of Tommy’s cock.
Rob could feel his orgasm approach. He writhed, his sensitive ass tingling so intensely Rob could do nothing but bury his face in his own arms. But that didn’t last long because Tommy pulled on his hair as he climaxed.
“Aw, fuck yeah…” He spoke softly for once, and he paused, allowing a moment of delectable silence to fill the room. “Gonna shoot so much you ain’t nevuh stop drippin’, suh… Got a ‘nfinite ‘mount of cum to fill ya up wit’, suh. I always shoots some big loads, like a color boy. I ain’t color, mind ya, and I ain’t prejudice.”
A big jet of creamy cum hit Rob’s prostate, reawakening his own orgasm. Rob twisted and contorted, but Tommy kept a tight grip on his hair.
Then Tommy collapsed his body onto Rob’s back. That pinned Rob down as Tommy gyrated his hips, shooting wad after wad of hot cum inside his ass. It was thicker than most cum, or so Rob thought he sensed as it trickled into his body. He could feel it sticking to his innards, soaking into him, its heat seeping into his flesh.
Rob moaned, but the sound was overpowered by Tommy’s own moan. Tommy’s ropy, dusty, sunburnt muscles flexed where they pressed against Rob’s bare back, and Rob moaned beneath his grasp.
“Ya feel me fillin’ you up, suh? That how you like it? Huh? Girls don’t like that, or some of them do but I think they just prostitutes and sluts, that’s what they is. They usually make me pull out, shoot all over the floor, but I don’t like dat, nossuh. I like-” he paused and his voice broke as he moaned again, another few drops of cum dripping into Rob’s ass. “I likes this, yessuh. I do this fo’ two hundred anytime, yessuh, that’s fo’ sho’. Ain’t Christian to do it, ain’t propuhly Christian, but that’s why the Cath-olics invented forgiveness, yessuh.”
At last they were both done. Rob didn’t know how long he laid there. It felt like eons. All he could focus on was the feel of Tommy’s muscles writhing above his back, his cum trickling into his ass and his breath condensing on Rob’s neck.
“Alright, suh, that okay?”
“Yeah, Tommy, you can get off me now,” Rob said, breathless and strained.
“Yessuh,” he pulled off. He wrinkled his face at sight of his cum-coated cock, dripping with santorum and goop. He laughed at himself. “Well, shit, I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did it. Yessuh, I did.”
“Yeah. That was good, Tommy,” Rob said. He took a deep breath.
Tommy crossed his arms over his wiry chest and shot Rob a suspicious look. “You ain’t gonna stiff me, right? Two hundred. That’s what you said.” He thought for a moment. “You pretty rich, right?”
“Well, not exactly,” Rob said. His own cock was rock-hard, even though he had cum a couple minutes ago. That’s because the stink of Tommy’s hobo armpits filled the room, and Rob kept playing with Tommy’s rubbery soft cock and wiry muscles. “But I do okay. You said you’ve been in prison before, right? Not just jail-“
“Ayyuh, yessuh, I been gone to lockup buncha times, big-boy prison too, a year and a half once, back befo’ I was a God-fearin’ man,” he said. “That’s how I seen pervuhsion befo’, I know how bad that taste, so I bet — I ain’t taste it, mind you, I know from rep’tation. I hold my own in prison.” He looked away.
“So you’ve never tasted cock?”
“Nosuh, nosuh, nosuh,” he said. “And I nevuh would, nevuh. I tol’ this one color fella he best shank me, cuz no how no way, uh-huh, I ain’t puttin’ his nasty old thing in my mouth.”
“Oh, okay,” Rob said. He had hoped maybe there was a chance he could get his dick in Tommy’s mouth, but he knew that was always a longshot, so he just shrugged.
But Rob saw a hesitant look on Tommy’s face. Rob said, “Four hundred.”
“Eight. I don’t taste no color fella prick, nosuh.”
Rob nodded. “Fine,” he said. His heart pounded. Was he really about to get his dick wet in this redneck?
Tommy got on his knees, weary look on his face, his mouth already puckering. He looked at Rob’s dick and wrinkled his nose. “I nevuh done it — I love me some drugs, you see, but I tol’ that color fella I ain’t tastin’ no hog fo’ it,” he said. “Tastin’ like shit anyhows, on ‘ccount of he always stickin’ his homeboys in the butthole.” He picked up Rob’s dick with two fingers and winced. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Just before it touched Rob’s dick, he closed his mouth again. “You ain’t gonna stiff me, right?”
“Swear to God,” Rob said.
Tommy closed his eyes. “Man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, you feel me?”
Rob nodded. “No judgement, it’s-” He gasped as his cock slid into Tommy’s mouth. Tommy immediately deep-throated him most of the way down, but as soon as Rob’s cock touched the back of his tongue, Tommy violently retched.
Tommy sat back and closed his mouth like he thought he might vomit. He paused. “First taste is always the nastiest,” he said as though that was a cliche he’d said before. “I-” His face turned pale and he snapped his mouth shut. He got up and hurried the best he could with his pants around his ankles. He went to the bathroom and bent over the toilet, retching into it. “Sorry, suh, sorry, I’s tryin’ — first taste is always the worst, makes ya puke, but I’ll get-” He retched again. “I’ll get through it, swear to God.”
Rob came into the bathroom then. Tommy was bent over the toilet dry-heaving and spitting. His pants were still down so his asshole was bare, wrinkled, pale as could be but studded with off-blond hairs, especially running up his asscrack. Rob came up behind Tommy and thwacked his cock against Tommy’s asscrack.
“Don’chu even try and stick it in my hole,” Tommy said. He turned back around, leaning his back against the toilet. He eyed Rob’s cock with disdain.
“I wasn’t tryin’ to stick it in, just playin’,” Rob said. He slowly got closer, expecting Tommy to open his mouth. But he didn’t. Rob got closer and closer, until his dick touched Tommy’s lip. He didn’t react.
Then he opened his mouth a crack. Rob slid his dick in. Again, Tommy gagged, but not as violently, and Rob was able to keep his dick in there.
Tommy kept his mouth opened wide and his tongue low, minimizing the amount of Rob’s dick that touched his tongue. His chapped lip rubbed against it.
“Oh god, yeah…” Rob moaned loudly. He grabbed Tommy by the ears and pushed his dick in as a sudden orgasm overwhelmed him. The change in angle meant his cock rubbed thoroughly against Tommy’s tongue, and he gagged once more.
“No wai-sshh, I cauuhn’t-” Tommy tried to pull off Rob’s dick, but he was pinned with the toilet behind him, and Rob had a grip on both ears. He let go to hold onto Tommy by the mullet on the back of his head. His hairy was dusty and coarse, and he let out a furious stomach-churning retch as Rob’s dick slid all the way into Tommy’s throat.
“Sorry, just a sec, just a second,” Rob said softly, his face turning red. A jet of cum hit the back of Tommy’s throat, dripping straight down his gullet.
This time when Tommy gagged as the second cumwad hit him, he spat up all the cum he had swallowed so far. His whole body writhed as a big ball of spit and semen slipped out onto Rob’s cock. Tommy finally managed to get himself off Rob’s dick.
“Nasssshuh-” Tommy tried to hold back a vomit, but he couldn’t. He twisted sideways so he could vomit into the toilet bowl. His stomach was empty because he had thrown up before, then spat up Rob’s first cumwad. Rob wasn’t done cumming though. His third spurt of cum landed on the strap of Tommy’s wifebeater on his shoulder.
Then Rob moved to the side of the toilet, so he could jam his dick back into Tommy’s mouth, as Tommy let out a hoarse breath and spat again. Tommy didn’t see it coming, so Rob managed to get his fourth and final cumwad into Tommy’s mouth.
“Sorry, sorry,” Rob said. He thought he shouldn’t have to apologize, since he was paying good money for this, but he figured apologizing would make Tommy more likely to come back. “I’m all done.”
Despite being done, Rob didn’t stop moving his limpening dick in and out of Tommy’s mouth. Tommy was hunched over the toilet, letting fluids drip from his mouth into the bowl. Finally he took Rob’s dick in two fingers and held him back. He closed his mouth, spit again and took a deep breath.
“Alright, alright, you got’cha money’s worth. Damn, that’s the dickens! Still, you ain’t taste as bad as that color fella,” he said. “Or so I hears.” He stood up and pulled his pants up.
“I’ll get you your money. I’ll have to write a check, I don’t have that much cash. What kinda fee will you pay at the check-cashing place.”
“Like five percent plus, uh…” His voice trailed off. “Hundred bucks. Five percent plus a hundred bucks.”
That was clearly a lie, he was exaggerating the cost. But Rob didn’t care. Money was no object to him. He wrote out a check for two hundred dollars, which would more than cover any check-cashing fee. He didn’t get up, his body still too weak and basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He passed the check over to Tommy.
“Thank ya, suh,” Tommy said. He stood, stretched his knees and wiped his cock off with a napkin. “I thanks ya mightily. I’m just gonna go cash this check, yessuh. I got big plans fo’ it. Gonna buy just a little liquor. Enough to get me drunk fo’ a couple nights. Gonna make this money last, yessuh.”
“And child support,” Rob said weakly while Tommy got dressed. “Don’t forget, you want to be able to pay your child support for a couple months. Or else you’ll just get arrested again.”
Tommy paused for a long time. It was clear he had no intention of paying his child support. He stared at the check for a long time. He smiled at Rob. “Yessuh, ‘course. Thanks a lot fo’ ya help, suh. I swear, I be back. I am gonna turn my life around, yessuh.”
“Okay, see ya, Tommy,” Rob said.
As the door slammed shut behind Tommy, Rob knew that was it, he was not going to see Tommy again. All of that money would be spent on booze, and it would all be gone in a week or two. Tommy was a drifter, and it was time for him to drift away.
Rob thought he was in for a boring day when he runs into a studly young black man in a warehouse. He needs money for court fees, and Rob needs his throbbing fat meat! Can they reach a mutually agreeable deal?
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Rob Winthrop was bored. He felt like crying as he sat there and endured the world’s most hideous presentation. It was so boring it hurt. He couldn’t even think of anything exciting to do, like this presentation was so boring it made other things less exciting through contagion, like it crowded out the part of Rob’s brain that could experience excitement.
What was an exciting thing? Planes… Explosions… Movies? The only movie Rob could remember was Nanook of the North, which he had watched in film class. And that Andy Warhol movie that was just a twelve-hour video of a skyscraper.
Excitement was a real thing, wasn’t it? Rob felt like prying his eyelids off.
It was a presentation about the relative popularity of the costs of implementing various water purification strategies in certain parts of rural Colorado. The presenter was a dour-faced black woman who was probably chosen as a presenter because she was beautiful and they thought Rob would be interested.
Rob didn’t care about her. He only came here because he wanted to humiliate his father yet again. But there were no good opportunities. He could just rip all his clothes off in the middle of the meeting — that would certainly add some excitement — but he’d done that before. People just assumed he had a psychotic break or an alcohol problem, something like that. Rob was a billionaire’s son, so everyone found it easy to believe there was something wrong with him.
No, if he was going to humiliate his father today, it would have to be something else. His father periodically set him up with companies to manage, in hopes of pushing him towards a more responsible future.
But Rob hated his father with a fiery passion, so he always ran those companies into the ground (or just ignored them). Toqay he was in Colorado, taking control of a county government services company. Rob was supposed to help them expand into state and federal government contracts. It was the single most boring goal anybody has ever had.
A woman came into the meeting. She meekly apologized for interrupting it. She needed the CEO, to sign something, which he did with a scowl like he was annoyed, not at being interrupted, but at the thing he needed to sign.
“Another one? Tell him to keep it in his pants, for Ch-f-sh…” It sounded like he was going to say for Christ’s sake, then for fuck’s sake, then for shit’s shake but didn’t want to curse because Rob was here, so he just stammered and said nothing. “He’s going to be a slave sooner or later.”
Then he suddenly blushed intensely. He coughed like he hadn’t meant to say that. He glanced at the presenter, the only black person in the room. She was on the other side of the conference table so it didn’t seem that she heard what he said.
Rob’s eyes opened. This, he thought, was a thing. He didn’t know what, but there was clearly something happening here.
He excused himself and made his way out after the woman, who hurried towards the door marked Human Resources at the end of the hall. She glanced at Rob. “The bathrooms are down that way, sir-“
“That’s not why I came out,” Rob said. He glanced at the clipboard. “Is that…?”
The human resources lady did not know that Rob was not a businessman. She assumed he was given this company because he wanted to and knew how to run it. So she assumed that he asked to see the paperwork because it was relevant to his business, which indeed it was. That simply wasn’t why Rob wanted to see it.
It was a court order, demanding that the company garnish the wages of Jaekwan Malcolm Brown. One hundred and seventy-eight dollars were to be taken from his paychecks and sent to a child-support-payments processing company.
“It’s just a garnishment order, sir,” she said. She blushed. “It’s okay, we know how to do it. Mr. Brown has… other garnishments on his file.”
Rob made a serious face like his father would have. “Well, ma’am,” he said, “I’m going to have to investigate this. Where do I find Mr. Brown?”
“He works in the warehouse,” she said. She watched him walk away like she was nervous, like she was supposed to stop him — which was technically true, since human resources matters were supposed to be confidential. But Rob didn’t care. The more rules he broke, the more embarrassed his father would be, and then Rob wouldn’t have to run any more companies into the ground for awhile.
He went down to the warehouse on the first floor. About twenty guys worked there shipping and receiving supplies. A huge part of the warehouse was filled with blue recycling bins.
The warehouse guys didn’t know who Rob was, and he didn’t really carry himself like an executive, so they didn’t react to him. He asked where Jaekwan was and they said only that he was around here somewhere.
Rob eventually found him among the stacks of blue recycling bins. He didn’t know that’s who it was at first. That’s because he didn’t see him right away. He heard him first.
It sounded like someone trying to lift something heavy. There was the sound of a woman there too. Rob smiled when he realized it was the sound of sex.
It was him. Jaekwan wore the blue pants and polo shirt of the warehouse workers, but he had pulled the pants down and lifted the shirt over his head. He had a tight grip on a thick woman’s hair as he pounded into her.
She was the married receptionist at the pool services company next door. She was thick and not especially attractive.
Jaekwan, however, was perfect. He was young and tall and ropy-muscled, not exactly thick but not skinny by any means. He had cornrows and deep, dark skin inked with blueish tattoos. His face was noble and square and big and expressive, and Rob wanted to gaze into his eyes. He wasn’t sexy or even really handsome, or at least not especially handsome, but he had swagger to spare, and Rob was sure Jaekwon could get any woman he wanted. Presumably that was exactly what he did, hence the garnishments on his paychecks. He let out a growl as he filled the woman’s pussy with his seed. Rob watched cum drip down onto the floor.
“Damn, girl, you treat me right,” he said. He grinned, showing off his deep dimples. His massive dick flopped out of her body limply. She blushed and whispered something to him. Jaekwan bent over and kissed her on the forehead. “Nah, baby, I can’t kiss you on the lips. You sucked my dick earlier. That’s nasty.”
“Jaekwan! I’m leaving my husband for you!” She looked down at her feet as she pulled her panties up.
“Don’t. I tol’ you not to, baby,” he said. He already had his phone out and was texting someone, his pants still around his ankles, fat cock bobbing around and dripping a few remnants of cum and pussyjuice onto the warehouse floor.
“Come on…”
“No.” He pulled his pants up and scowled at her. “That ain’t the kinda nigga I am. You best get back to yo’ office, baby.” He walked away with a noticeable pimp lean. He didn’t pull his shirt back down, so his sweat-dappled chest was bare. Rob had a feeling he did that because it would imply to his fellow workers that he had had sex among the stacks of recycling bins.
Sure enough, he heard their deep-throated greetings, slapping hands and macho boasting. It all erupted at once so he couldn’t hear exactly what was said, but the meaning was clear. They must have known he was here fucking a woman.
Rob tried to make his way back to the main part of the warehouse without being seen, but he made slow progress. He heard Jaekwan become upset about something. He shouted curses about lawyers and judges, which Rob took to mean he found out his paycheck had been garnished yet again.
Soon the warehouse guys filtered out. Rob’s cell phone blew up with text messages from the executives upstairs — they didn’t know where he went, and they needed him to make a decision on some issue that bored Rob so much he couldn’t possibly choose. So he turned his cell phone off.
Jaekwan worked later than the others because it was his turn to clean up. That meant he had to sweep and double-check that all of the heavy machinery was turned off and unplugged, so he was to leave some half an hour after the others. He was supposed to verify that the office was empty, lock the warehouse door and close the gate too.
That gave Rob an idea. He went around Jaekwan — who swept with earbuds in, so it was easy to sneak around him — and went upstairs. He wrote Hey Jaekwan, you wanna make a thousand dollars by demolishing some ass? on a whiteboard, with an arrow pointing into the CEO’s office.
Rob went in there and bent over with his bare ass high in the air. He covered himself in lube.
Finally he heard Jaekwan come upstairs. He opened the door from the stairwell and called out, “Hey! Any motherfucker here?” He sounded angry.
Rob paused, waiting for him to come in here. He was supposed to check that no one was in the office. The company’s insurance required him to look in each room.
But he didn’t. Rob hadn’t even considered the possibility that Jaekwan might not actually do it. Rob hurried out into the hall once he heard the doors slam shut.
Am I gonna be locked in?
He made his way to the stairwell. Jaekwan was down on the first floor. “Hey Jaekwan! Hey!” But his earbuds were still in. Jaekwan danced as he went down the steps, murmuring along with the song. He had a bitter, angry look because he was still mad about the garnishment order. He was pretty sure that kid wasn’t his anyway.
Rob made it into the warehouse behind Jaekwan. He shouted and even knocked over a recycling bin to try to get his attention. Jaekwan opened the bay doors. He stood there waiting for them to open.
Then he stepped out and pushed the button to close them. He only turned around and saw Rob sprinting through the warehouse towards him as the bay door slid shut in front of him.
“Hey!”
“Yo! Hey! Was someone in there?!”
There was a moment’s silence. Rob kept running even as the lights flicked off. He was plunged into pitch-blackness and collided face-first into the bay door just as it began raising once again. Pain exploded in his nose. “Ow, fuck!”
“Hello? Mister? Who in there?” Jaekwan sneered when the door opened. He took the earbuds out of his ear.
Rob was out of breath. “Hey. Sorry. Hey. I’m… I’m Rob.”
“Rob? Do you work here?”
“Sorta… I… own… it.”
“You own it? Own what?”
Rob gestured all around him. “This.”
It looked like Jaekwan either didn’t understand or didn’t believe him. He scowled. “What?”
“I own this place. I’m Rob Winthrop.”
“Oh.” His eyes lit up. “Oh! You’re that guy?!”
“Yeah. That’s me.”
He paused, then forced a smile on his face. “Yo. Uh, hey! Hey… Nice to meet’cha, sir.” He shook Rob’s hand.
“Don’t…” Rob wanted to tell him not to be so polite, to not treat him like a boss. But he was still out of breath. It had been exciting, he thought, after a day of boring work, he had had to race or be locked in overnight.
“Don’t what?”
“Sorry, uh…” Rob said. He leaned against the wall. He took a deep breath. “We’re not at work anymore. You don’t have to call me sir. I mean, you can call me Rob even at work, but now you should really call me Rob.” He took a deep breath.
“Oh. Okay, Rob. I’m Jaekwan.” He grinned. “Sorry I was in a bad mood before. I, uh… I’m kinda upset-“
“I know. I heard. You got your wages garnished.”
He nodded. “Man, I can’t get ahead. It ain’t fair. Court fees got me down. Costs so damn much…” He paused and spat on the ground. “You alright? You fall asleep in there or what?”
“No, not that,” Rob said. He took a deep breath. “I wrote something upstairs — we should…” He chuckled. “Nevermind. It’ll be a surprise tomorrow.” He paused. “I was hoping to talk to you.”
“Me?”
“I would be willing to help you with your court fees and child support,” Rob said. “But you gotta do something for me.”
“Hmm?”
“Cornhole me.”
His eyes opened wide. “What?”
“I want you to cornhole me. I’ll get you hard-“
“Okay.” He paused. Then he paused and bristled. He looked around, shutting the bay door behind himself. “I mean… how much? I don’t do that shit. You gotta pay-“
“Jaekwan, it would be more effective if you negotiated before you said okay.”
“I ain’t mean to say okay. I was…” He smiled like he had been caught in a lie. “You gotta pay a lot. I don’t do this. It’s, y’know… You gotta pay me a lotta money. Twenty grand.”
Rob choked. “Shit, are you serious?”
“Twenty grand.”
“Jaekwan…”
“What, man?!”
“I’m not paying you twenty grand.”
“Why not? I got good nigga dick!” He grabbed his cock through his crotch and snorted. “Bam!”
“That’s not happening, Jaekwan. I’m not paying twenty grand,” Rob said. “I was gonna offer two hundred dollars.”
“Man…” He sucked on his teeth. “Five hundred dollars.”
“Fine.” Rob shook his hand and giggled. “Did you really think I was gonna pay twenty grand?”
He opened the door to the warehouse and led Rob in. “Man, you should pay that. I’m good, man. I swear. I can stick you so good-“
“There is no way you do it twenty grand good. Unless your jizz is Apple stock, it can’t be that valuable.”
He sniffled. He stepped into the warehouse, leaned against a wall and lifted his shirt over his head again. “I’m worth twenty grand, man.”
“Well, prove it,” Rob said as he dropped to his knees.
He unzipped his jeans and let a thick black cock flop out over Rob’s face. He laughed and slapped Rob on the cheek with it. “You like nigga dick, huh?”
Rob blushed and nodded. That wasn’t exactly true — Rob loved all kinds of men. One funny thing about them was that they always assumed he had a fetish for their type. He didn’t have a special love for black guys, but whenever he jerked one off, they assumed he had a black-men fetish. Whenever he jerked off a Texan, they thought he had a fetish for Texans. When he jerked off plumbers or Mexicans or stuntmen or bus drivers or Native Americans, they always assumed he had sought them out for their identity. He didn’t bother to explain that because he knew from personal experience that Jaekwan would just think he was lying anyway.
“Uh-huh…” Rob licked his dick from tip to root. It twitched and got hard in his hand. He kept licking, not putting it in his mouth, just licking it, until it was fully hard and throbbing where it lay against his face.
“Why don’t white boys offer money more? Huh?”
Rob went right to throating it. He didn’t really understand what Jaekwan was asking, and Rob was too focused on his cock to consider it. He slurped up all the day’s sweat off Jaekwan’s dick, while his hands roamed up to Jaekwan’s perfectly flat belly.
“Huh? Man?” He grabbed Rob by the ears and pulled him off his dick. “What’choo think? My daddy always said-“
“Lemme get-” Rob stuck his tongue out. He managed to tease the tip of Jaekwan’s dick, but Jaekwan wouldn’t let him go back to it. Rob pushed against his hand with his tongue out. Jaekwan’s dick, which still stank of that fat girl’s pussy, throbbed half-hard, tantalizingly close to Rob’s face.
“My daddy used to say that you could get white boys to pay you for dick, to make they dick better. Like if’n you swallow some big nigga dick, it make yo’ dick bigger. He say he got this white man who pay a thousand dollars to jack ‘im off. He got all these rules-“
“C’mon…” Rob managed to break free and taste his dick for a few seconds, his mouth plunging deep on Jaekwan’s shaft, but Jaekwan pulled him off without missing a beat.
“He got rules, like you can go behind a swanky nightclub and they’s always gonna be there, givin’ cats dome. But I done that and ain’t no one there but some swishy sissy passed out cold. Ain’t even have no money in his wallet.” He paused. “Well, answer it, man.”
Rob rolled his eyes. “You didn’t ask a question.” He really wanted to get back to Jaekwan’s dick. He had one hand on the base, stroking it slowly, hoping to get Jaekwan hard enough he’d get on with it.
He furrowed his brow. “What up with that?”
“That’s… I don’t know, uh… I mean… Your dad, uh… sounds like he’s full of shit.”
He threw his hands in the air. “I know, right?!”
“Maybe it used to be true. Maybe when he was growing up, there were guys offering money behind a nightclub. That’s not, like, a tradition though,” Rob said. “Can I get back to your dick now?”
“Yeah, man, go for it.” He wrinkled his nose like he hadn’t made Rob stop. He moaned as Rob immediately throated him deeply. He leaned against the wall. “Shit, man…” He paused. “We should set up some regular thing, man. Like… I can come over, and you can pay me-“
“No.” Rob smiled. “Sorry. I don’t do that.”
“Man-“
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“What?”
“Do you have a serious girlfriend?” Rob stroked his dick and teased it, tracing the veins that ran up and down the shaft with his tongue.
Jaekwan scoffed. “Nah. I don’t do that. I got bitches I fuck wit’.”
“Well, I have similar arrangements,” Rob said. He thwacked Jaekwan’s cock around his face. “I’m not going to be sticking around here. I’ll call you up when I’m in the area.”
“Like a bootycall?”
“If you like.”
He frowned. He watched his dick disappear down Rob’s throat. “Yo, man, you prolly know lots of rich people, right?” Rob nodded without taking his dick out of his throat. “You should give ‘em my number. Tell ‘em I got good nigga dick. Tell ‘em five hundred dollars but I can negotiate. No, wait, tell ‘em I don’t negotiate, but like… hint that I might. But don’t hint toward any rich ones. You know rich folk? Don’t give ‘em an amount. I’ll say-“
“Jaekwan, shush,” Rob said. He slurped up the precum starting to leak out of Jaekwan’s piss-slit, despite the fact that Jaekwan was seemingly not paying attention to what Rob was doing.
“Man…” Jaekwan sucked on his teeth.
“I don’t know any one who would pay you-“
“You know girls who pay for sex? I’ll be a gigolo. I’ll fuck fat chicks, no problem. Old chicks too, I don’t care. I’ll do it. Hundred bucks. Plus expenses, if they want me to take ‘em out to dinner or somethin’.” He beamed like this was an act of charity he should be commended for. “I eat pussy real good too. See?”
Rob sighed. He kept stroking Jaekwan’s dick with one hand, while Jaekwan pulled out his cell phone. He played a video for Rob, showing Jaekwan eating some woman’s pussy. Jaekwan was holding the camera as it recorded and as he licked her vagina, so it was a blurry, poorly-shot video. It was held so close it looked like some alien creature gave birth to a full-grown man but his tongue got stuck.
“See? Look, man, I eat pussy so good.”
Rob rolled his eyes. “Jaekwan, quit it. I don’t know any women who will pay you for sex.”
“I’ll give ‘em the first time for free,” he said. Rob just ignored him though. Rob decided to move on. He turned around, dropped his pants and bent over. He stuck his ass high in the air. Jaekwan’s voice trailed off as he looked at Rob’s tight bottom. “Shit…”
“You ready?”
He wedged his thick dick between Rob’s cheeks. There was a moment of merciful silence, which seemed spookily sepulchral in the high-ceilinged warehouse. The tip of his dick slid in, and Rob grunted.
“Oh!” Jaekwan slapped Rob’s asscheek. “I got an idea. You like nigga dick, right? I know all kinda niggas. You gimme a hundred bucks per nigga, I can send you like a million of ‘em. You gonna be drownin’ in nut-“
“Jaekwan, stop-“
“I could send you like twenty of ‘em tonight. Like all them warehouse dudes-“
“I don’t have a black-guy fetish.”
“What?”
“I won’t just mess with any black guy,” Rob said, panting cuz of the pressure in his ass. “I think you are desirable. You, personally. None of the other warehouse guys.”
He looked taken aback, like he hadn’t thought Rob was capable of showing discretion. He stood there with just the first half-an-inch of his dick in Rob’s ass. “Oh. Well, what kinda black guys you like? I can send you ‘em. You want big dicks? I’ll measure dicks, I don’t care. I can do that. Shit, us warehouse niggas all gangbanged this chick last year. I saw most of they dicks then, and Jerome Nicklebee accidentally shot most of his nut on my shoulder-“
“I don’t like them!” Rob shouted. “C’mon, Jaekwan, you gotta cornhole me. I don’t like the other warehouse guys.”
“Not even Malik Jumper? He got a six-pack, swear to God-“
“No!” Rob had no idea if he had seen Malik before, but he didn’t want to talk about this anymore.
Jaekwan grumbled. “Man… you ain’t nice. I know all kinda niggas.” He drilled his dick in a little deeper. “I can hook you up wit’ any nigga you want. We can go drivin’, you pick someone out, on Center Street, there’s always tons of niggas there, most of ‘em shirtless in summertime. I don’t know ‘em all, but you gimme two hundred bucks, I’ll find ‘em. Don’t tell them how much you payin’ me, cuz I’ll only give them fifty bucks-“
“Jaekwan, stop it. I’m not giving you any money for anything besides cornholing me right now. That means you gotta stop talking about other stuff. You gotta focus on cornholing me. You gotta earn your money.”
Jaekwan let out an annoyed growl. “Fine.” He pumped his hips, gradually shoving more of his dick in. At first it hurt — he was in a bad mood and didn’t try to make it feel good, then he remembered he was being paid and he made long, slow, smooth motions with his hips. “That feel good, baby?” His voice was seductive, like he was talking to a girl.
“Hmm… Yeah…” Rob backed his ass up until he felt Jaekwan’s pubic hair and crotch on his ass. He moaned, which made Jaekwan laugh like a cocky bastard.
Jaekwan wrapped one arm around Rob’s face. His father had told him that you should put men in a chokehold when you cornhole them, so that was what he did. It was gross because he was so sweaty — the air conditioning was off, so it was getting hot in the warehouse — but Jaekwan didn’t mind the sweat.
He went down to the ground with Rob. His shirt was over his head, his pants around his ankles. Jaekwan pounded away at Rob’s ass, his bare chest pressing down on Rob’s back.
He stopped moving with his cock all the way in Rob. “Hey. Do you smoke weed? You want weed? I can get you great weed. Or coke. Or Ecstasy, man, I do it all. You want pills? I can get fent, or-“
“No,” Rob said through gritted teeth.
“Damn it… I thought rich guys did lots of drugs.”
“Jaekwan. If you’re going to cornhole me, please focus on cornholing me,” Rob said. He grunted. The pressure in his ass was intense. It felt good too, but it was hard to have a conversation right now. He was ensconced in Jaekwan’s powerful arms.
“Oh. Yeah.” He sounded like he had forgotten his dick was in Rob’s ass. He slammed all the way in and out, grinding his cock deeply into Rob’s tight hole. “Shit, you got a nice ass…”
“You have an amazing cock…” Rob said.
“I know! You should pay me more, man, that’s what-“
“Shut up,” Rob said through gritted teeth.
Jaekwan sighed and kept going. He grumbled to himself as he went, and he tightened his grip on Rob’s arm. The one nice thing about sticking men, he thought, was that they didn’t complain about going at them too hard. A girl would have made him slow down by now.
He was about to ask if Rob needed any work done on his car — Jaekwan was a pretty good mechanic — when an orgasm erupted deep within him. Jaekwan slapped Rob’s ass and pounded him into the ground. He didn’t even notice Rob shoot his own load all over the concrete floor.
Cum sprayed into Rob’s ass. Jaekwan, even though he had just fucked a couple hours ago, shot a massive wad of cum. It just kept flowing, filling Rob’s ass up, until hot, creamy cum seeped into every corner of his flesh.
“Goddamn…” Jaekwan said. He took a deep breath. Aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him. “Yo, man… You got a car?”
Rob heard his question but was too overwhelmed by his own climax to answer. He just shuddered and moaned. Gradually Jaekwan pulled out of his ass, asking the same question again and again. One final long flow of jizz seeped into Rob’s guts, and Rob sighed as aftershocks of his orgasm wracked his body.
“You got a car, man? Huh? I can fix it. I can do anything, man, swear to God. I’m good with cars,” he said. He pulled out and Rob sighed. Jaekwan stayed on top of him, his dick leaking a few more drops of cum onto Rob’s asscheeks. He whispered into Rob’s ear. “Huh? How’s your car?”
“It’s fine. I don’t need any work,” Rob said. Then he smiled. “I’ll give you an extra hundred bucks if you kiss me. With tongue.”
Jaekwan made a face like he would never do that. But then, without another word, he turned his head to the side and kissed Rob right on the lips. His tongue plunged in. It was rather awkward and unpracticed. Jaekwan felt a few stray mustache hairs on Rob’s mostly smooth face, and that made it difficult for Jaekwan to forget he was with a man. The kiss reawakened the sparks of bliss from Jaekwan’s cock, and Rob’s whole body twisted as intense sensations roiled his petite frame.
Finally he was done. Jaekwan sniffled like it was no big deal. He got up and wiped his dick off. “You best pay me, man.”
Rob nodded. He got out his smartphone and arranged a direct transfer into Jaekwan’s bank account.
“Hey, you like Mexicans? I can hook you up with this cholo I know. He’ll rob you, so don’t bring no cash. But he’ll cornhole you first,” Jaekwan said as Rob got dressed. “I’ll tell him not to beat you up. I know buncha Mexicans. Most of ‘em got tiny dicks though.”
Rob ignored him. He just went to his car. There were only two cars in the parking lot, so it was obvious which one was Jaekwan’s. Jaekwan frowned at him.
“Come on, man. He’s great, you’ll like him,” Jaekwan said. “Hey. You think about it. Call me, man.”
“See you later, Jaekwan.” Rob got in his car.
“Yeah! You can lick my asshole!” Jaekwan called out as Rob pulled away. “Uh… Six hundred dollars.” He saw Rob laughing through the driver’s side window, so Jaekwan thought he had guessed wrong. “Twenty bucks!” The last thing he did was pull his sagging jeans down and display his bare brown ass for Rob in the rear-view mirror.
Rob watched his ass get smaller as he drove away. He giggled. He didn’t normally mess around with guys more than once, but Jaekwan was very alluring. He couldn’t resist.
He might wait to run this company into the ground until he had gotten everything he could out of Jaekwan.
Rob hires a plumber with a body to die for and an ex-wife he can’t stand. Luckily Rob is there to help him out with a soft touch, an open mouth and a willing ass!
Can Rob get his plumbing fixed at last?
Read the whole thing here!
Rob had never seen a pleasant plumber. They were always fat and gross in his experience, like a sour frog mated with a rejected hog. So when Dino showed up, his knees went weak. Rob stood there at the front door, quaking like a child.
Dino was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with swarthy skin betraying his Greek heritage, though his accent had the baritone stawk of an American man. He had a dense mop of curly black hair that extended in an unruly mess all the way to his shoulders, not that he had a long hairstyle — he had a short hairstyle that was overgrown enough to cover his nape. He wore a tight wifebeater, much too small for his expansive frame, and a thick layer of curly black hair extruded from beneath it.
He had a surly look about him. A lot of people would have seen him as rude — quite accurately — but Rob didn’t care. Rudeness didn’t bother Rob. Meanness did. Some people had forgotten there was a difference. Rob thought that difference was the most important fact that was largely unknown and unspoken of.
It was a simple job, and it only took a few hours. Rob went away to surf the web. It was difficult to distract himself, and he kept getting hard thinking about Dino there under the sink. Dino was sprawled out, head in the under-sink cabinet, long thick legs stretched across the kitchen floor.
“What?” Dino’s angry voice spat out. It was deep and resonant.
Rob was flush with fear. Had he angered Dino? Had he offended him? He wasn’t even in the same room. He cautiously crept into the kitchen.
“I told you about that.” Dino said. His fingers gripped the cell phone tight as he held it to his ear, rolling out from the undersink cabinet. The wide nostrils of his fat nose flared. His shoulder muscles rippled beneath the wifebeater that was now sweaty and marked with grease. He stood up and paced in the kitchen. “I told you — baby, look, I said I’d pay for it, right? So — so just fuckin’ wait for it! Don’t tell me not to curse at you, you’ve been cursing at me since the moment I answered the phone! Well fuck you, I told you about that and you dumped me, so it’s none of your business, you fat stupid cow!”
He hung up the phone and nearly slammed it on the counter but stopped himself at the last moment. He tossed it into his toolbox instead, then he roared and shadowboxed the air, his face ruddy and his hands tightened into fists.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “That was my bitch ex-wife. She’s such a fucking whore. You know she’s makin’ me pay for my daughter’s makeup? I don’t even think she should be wearing makeup yet, she’s only thirteen. I said no. I threw it all away into the garbage. But I don’t get a say, I just have to pay for it.” His face was red and he paced in Rob’s tiny kitchen. He stopped and looked at Rob. “Sorry. She’s just… She’s being a bitch. Wants me to cough up two hundred bucks out of the blue. Like I’m fuckin’ made of money.”
“I know how you can make two hundred bucks,” Rob said with a flirtatious grin, which he hoped looked nonchalant. “Not plumbing. I mean, in addition to the plumbing.” Rob reached out to pat Dino on the belly through his wifebeater. He had so much body hair there Rob didn’t feel the firmness of his flesh, just the tangle of body hair beneath the fabric of his shirt. Dino showed no reaction. Rob said, “And if you do it the way I tell you, I’ll give you five hundred.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Do what?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” Rob said. He blushed and grabbed for the loose waistband of Dino’s jeans. He tickled the rim of his boxers, and Dino’s eyes opened wide. His muscles all tensed. “It’s long, I’m pretty sure, and thick, and it’s probably a light brown, and I’ll make it feel very good-“
“You, uh…” Dino paused. “You tryin’…?” He looked away and bit his lip.
“Yes. Exactly. I’m not big and tough like you, and I’ve read that playing with the dick of a bigger man can make me stronger. I’ll make you forget that bitch ex-wife,” Rob said. “I just want you to help me embarrass my own embarrassing former family. My dad. He’s disowned me, I like to call him sometimes and let some guy he’d think is white trash make it clear he’s made me his bitch.”
Dino blushed and laughed nervously. He covered his mouth with his face. He grabbed his crotch with his other hand. “Let’s, uh, be clear,” he said. His eyes flashed menacingly. “I ain’t gonna touch your dick. You don’t get up in my ass or nothing. I will rip yo’ face off if you even think about it.”
“No, no, nothing like that. I’ll swallow your dick. You stick me in the ass. You make a lotta noise when I call my stepdad,” Rob said with a shrug.
Dino paused. He caressed his own chest, his muscles rippling as he looked away from Rob — he found eye contact very intense and uncomfortable right now. He sighed like he was going to say yes, but then he stopped and reconsidered. He opened his mouth. He laughed again. “Aw, fuck, it’s for my daughter…”
“A noble cause,” Rob said. He gently touched Dino’s meaty but flat belly, through his wifebeater. Then he pushed one of his fingers beneath the fabric, tracing a trail through the sweaty hair there. His chest muscles rippled when Rob came into contact with them.
“You, uh, want me to take a shower first?” He asked. He raised one arm and sniffed at the pit. “I stink-“
“No!” Rob blushed and rammed his head into Dino’s hairy armpit. He suckled on the coarse, sweat-slickened hairs there, which made Dino chuckle. Normally Dino was ticklish there, but he was too shocked to react that way. He was used to people treating his sweaty, hairy body as gross — as impressive, given his muscles, but still foul-smelling and unpleasant no matter how much he washed. Dino was used to it by now, so he found it weird and off-putting to have someone actually worshiping every inch of his raunchy flesh.
“Damn, you are nasty,” Dino said with a bass chuckle, which Rob heard through the thickness of Dino’s chest.
Rob licked the flesh of Dino’s chest. He licked over Dino’s hairy pecs, lapping at the kinky hairs and sucking up all the sweat. Dino’s muscles rippled as he tensed up. He had never had a girl who was really, genuinely into his muscles and hairy body — they occasionally thought he was handsome enough, but they would have preferred he was smaller and smoother.
But Dino couldn’t do anything about that. He had been beat up too much as a kid to be willing to slim down, and anyway he was a big boy by nature. He put on muscle-weight easily, so he worked out a lot. At first he had only worked out because he wanted to look good for when he picked up chicks. He had simply overshot his goal, and he refused to change his trajectory, so he just kept getting bigger and bigger and less and less appealing to women.
He felt self-conscious and vulnerable when Rob undid his belt and dropped Dino’s heavy workpants. His cock and balls dangled. His dick had never been so limp, and he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to get hard. Finally he had the bright idea to bring up some medical-supply catalogue models on his cell phone. Hot chicks dressed as nurses usually got him going. It was close enough to pornography, if you know the right sites to look at.
Rob saw Dino take out his phone and mumble to himself as he looked up some chicks. Rob didn’t mind, he was used to servicing big alphas in need of women to get fully hard. He inhaled deeply of Dino’s musk, then swallowed his dick to the root. It was limp and soft, but as soon as it touched Rob’s tongue, it twitched.
It pulsated in Rob’s mouth. He could tell when Dino found a pic he was really into because his dick jumped and hardened. It went from soft to erect as stonehenge in seconds, and Dino groaned over Rob’s head. He began pumping his hips back and forth, gently at first but with more force with each thrust of his hips. His swollen cock rubbed on Rob’s tongue, while Rob’s hands gripped the hairy firmness of Dino’s thighs.
As the sour taste of precum overwhelmed Rob, he gurgled merrily. Dino tasted salty and sweet, and a little like seawater — his precum tasted like Rob imagined seawater did on a remote Greek island. It tasted sunny and warm and savory, and it made Rob’s mouth water as he savored the creaminess and the brine that assaulted his senses. He licked and lapped at that throbbing cock, while giggling at how it made Dino twist and writhe as though it hurt.
Really though Dino just contorted because it felt so good. His knees were weak. His body was overcome by pleasure wafting over him in waves. He wanted to grab ahold of Rob’s head and fuck his throat like a slut’s pussy. Dino rarely got the chance to cum in anyone’s mouth like that — mostly girls thought his body hair was gross enough that any kind of contact was a favor. Women disliked the way his chest hair, back hair, crotch hair, leg hair and armpit hair all kind bled together into a carpet of fur. Rob loved a hairy man. Dino’s ex-wife had made him lick her pussy without ever sucking his dick, and then when he complained, she called him a misogynist.
None of that bothered Rob in the slightest. He loved a hairy man.
His cock spewing prejizz into Rob’s mouth, Dino grunted. He was still on the page for that nursing catalogue when a call came. It bounced him off the website and those beautiful blonde nurses disappeared. He was angered, especially when he saw that it was his ex-wife again.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” he murmured to himself. He answered the phone, which required him to bend over and grab it from the toolbox he had put it away in. His hairy asscheeks loomed high in the air for just a moment. Then Dino snarled into the phone, “What?”
“You are such an asshole, Dino! You never told me about that slutty bitch at the club. It’s just like Tampa all over again-“
“It is not, you stupid bitch!” Dino screamed. “I did tell you about her, and I ain’t fuck her, and we ain’t together so it wouldn’t be any of ya bizness if I did! I don’t gotta tell you ‘bout this shit!”
“If you ever want to see your daughter, I have to be convinced you have a healthy living environment, Dino. You can’t be getting drunk with sluts.”
“I don’t do that when I have Lydia! You are one miserable bitch of a cock-sucking whore! How’s that accountant’s dick taste, huh?”
“Dino! I can’t deal with you when you’re like this. I oughta send my brother over there-“
“Go ahead, I’ll kick his ass again,” Dino said. “What do you want, Marina? I’m busy right now, I got a girl over.”
You’re not at work?
“She was one of my clients. She been beggin’ for my meat,” Dino said.
Yeah, right. You’re a pussy, Dino. And you’re a hairy fuck.
Dino whispered, “make some sounds like a girl.” Then he put the phone next to Rob’s mouth. Rob blushed but did as he was told. As he swallowed, he made loud gurgling sounds, taking care to ensure his voice was as feminine as could be.
Ew, god, Dino, did you just put the phone near your cock? That sounded disgusting. You’re disgusting. She sounds like a total slut. And she sounds fat.
“You’re disgusting, you stupid bitch,” Dino said. “I gotta go. I got my dick in a girl who’s worth a damn.” He hung up, glad he had gotten the final word for once. That rarely happened. He grinned down at Rob.
His dick throbbed in Rob’s mouth like getting the final word made his erection firmer. Now that Dino had gotten more comfortable with this whole thing, he went ahead and plowed into his throat hard. He wrapped his meaty palms around the back of Rob’s head. Rob paused to situate himself at the perfect angle to deep-throat Dino, who began grinding his dick into Rob’s gullet.
That must have sent a wave of sensations through Dino, who groaned and threw his head back when he felt the earliest tingling of his orgasm. He went slow, not wanting to blow his load so soon. He ground his dick into Rob’s throat, which spasmed and struggled to accept every inch of his load.
Dino had been raised Greek Orthodox, so he was overcome with guilt as he pounded. Dino had always thought masturbation was wrong. A man should save up his seed for the holiness of matrimonial passion. He really ought to start going to church, to prove he’s not a degenerate, but also because his ex could try to get him in legal trouble and a history of going to church would look good in court. Plus Dino’s mother would want be furious if she knew he wasn’t a churchgoer.
It didn’t seem like it should be sinful to Rob. He was just jacking off in a welcome, warm, wet hole — what could be sinful about that? The Bible didn’t forbid it. Rob pulled off Dino’s cock and slobbered on the tip. He smiled up at Dino.
“You’re gonna put on a show on my phone too, right? I wanna embarrass my dad,” Rob said.
Dino shrugged. “Fine, whatevuh.” His muscles rippled again as a shiver of pleasure ran up his body. Rob didn’t even stop servicing his cock when he pulled his own phone out of the pocket, and he didn’t let it pop out of his mouth as he scrolled through his contacts either. Finally, he dialed his dad.
When Rob gave him his phone, Dino was surprised — he assumed Rob would start the conversation. He didn’t know what to say to Rob’s father, and he was so overwhelmed by the pleasure snaking through his body that he didn’t know if he could come up with anything to say.
“Yo. Hey, Mr. Winthrop?” Dino asked, his voice wavering because the pleasure arising from his loins.
Yes. Who, may I ask, is calling? He sounded annoyed at being interrupted. Rob snickered around the cock in his mouth. He’d changed his phone number so his dad would accept his calls again, and it looked like that worked.
“Yo, uh, this is Dino. I just wanted to say thanks, for makin’ ya son. He got a nice tight throat, and my dick fits perfectly down it.”
A loud sigh came from the phone. Am I on speaker-phone? Robert, this is truly immature behavior.
“His mouth is full, sir, full of my dick. He looks good wit’ dick in his throat,” Dino said. “You wanna listen as I stick ‘im? I’m gonna stick him in the ass now.”
He grabbed Rob by the hips, and pulled him off. His dick was cold and alone, begging for attention — Rob tried to stroke it as he got in position, but Dino kept moving, making it impossible to jack him off as they arranged themselves.
Rob dropped his pants and bent over on all fours. He put the phone on the ground in front of his face, so his father could hear everything that happened.
“Hey, Dad! I’m just using my inheritance,” Rob said. “I paid Dino five hundred dollars to stick his dick in me.”
Robert… You shame me.
“I know, but you deserve it,” Rob said. He threw his head back and moaned as Dino slipped into him. There was an intense, uncontrollable pressure. He moaned again, as loud as he could, a powerful, cringing sound that resonated in the kitchen. Rob’s father groaned in disgust.
You don’t need to call me for this.
“I absolutely do!” Rob said. His voice broke as a twinge of pleasure erupted in his prostate. He pushed his ass back, squeezing every inch of Dino’s dick into him.
Now that he had started and was into the groove of it, Dino was less nervous. He was surprised by how easy this really was — Rob’s ass felt exactly like a girl’s. It helped that Rob was such a feminine man, with a bubble-butt that was smooth, clean and unblemished, not to mention tight. He writhed like a sexy snake below Dino’s firm body.
“Yo’ son is a pervert, Mr. Winthrop!” Dino called out. He cackled. “That’s my dick in his ass!”
Really, son, you are disgusting. I’m hanging up now. And then he did so.
Rob was disappointed, but he wasn’t surprised. Dad always hung up once the noise started getting really passionate; Rob liked to imagine that he sobbed once he hung up the phone, but he didn’t know if that was true or not. Rob reached behind himself to spread his asscheeks, giving Dino more access to his asshole.
With a loud roar, Dino slapped Rob’s asscheek. He held onto it tightly as he humped. When he had gotten started, Dino didn’t want to touch any more of Rob than he absolutely had to. He was worried he’d feel some body hair and remember he was deep in a man. He’d be humiliated if his dick went soft in the middle of this.
But now that he was into it, he wasn’t worried about that all. Rob’s ass felt exactly like a girl’s, and he was so smooth he put most girls to shame. Dino gripped his ass and slammed his dick all the way in.
“Take it, bitch, god-damn!”
Once he was more comfortable with it, he knew what position he wanted — no girl ever let him do it for more than a few seconds because they said he was too heavy and hairy. But Dino had long wanted to do it laying on his partner’s back.
So that was what he did. He rammed his dick until it was all the way in, and he wrapped one forearm in front of Rob’s mouth. He sighed and moaned directly into the back of Rob’s head. His sweaty, hairy chest plopped down on Rob’s back. Bliss flooded Dino’s body, making his chest muscles spasm and flex against the smoothness of Rob’s spine and shoulders.
Entirely pinned beneath the Greek giant, Rob couldn’t even squirm, due to Dino’s heavy body pressing down on his back. He couldn’t breathe either, both because of the mass of Greek muscle atop his back and because he was too overcome by passion to take a breath. The body hair scratched Rob’s smooth back and left a sheen of sweat that Rob both felt and smelled.
“Hell, bitch, slut… You take dick good, damn! You must do this a lot…”
Dino rotated his hips, moving his dick in a wide circle within Rob’s ass. He hit every corner of Rob’s insides, his cock aiming into every part of Rob’s guts. He could even tell — as disgusting as it was — when his dick touched Rob’s prostate because it made Rob writhe beneath his body. He couldn’t move much, but Dino could feel his body struggle to squirm, and he sensed the pleasure roiling Rob’s innards.
Rob gasped, and Dino grunted.
Finally Dino felt his orgasm coming on strong. Rob had stopped breathing, the pressure in his ass so intense he couldn’t even gasp. Dino snorted like a hog, the sound of his rutting filling the air and echoing in Rob’s ears. Spasm of pleasure wracked both men’s bodies, which made Dino’s muscles ripple while Rob gaspingly pressed his back into Dino’s hairy chest.
“Here I go, baby, gonna fill you up, I love you so much, sweetheart-” Dino stopped and blushed because he remembered he wasn’t talking to a female. Luckily Rob either didn’t hear his words or didn’t take them seriously.
A wad of hot cum sprayed into Rob’s ass. Dino groaned loudly, his deep voice resonant and rough like sandpaper. His cum was hot and creamy, and it seeped into Rob’s flesh. Rob moaned as he shot his own load onto the floor and into his hand. Dino wrinkled his nose in disgust — he hadn’t known Rob was pleasuring himself — but he didn’t stop Rob even if it seemed disrespectful. Dino had been raised to believe a real man commanded respect, and he didn’t let his bitch distract him.
But this was too potent an orgasm to do anything while it still coursed through his veins. Dino’s hands curled into claws, then tightened into fists. He smacked Rob, not outright punching him of course, but hitting him in an affectionate way — or at least he saw it as affectionate; Rob saw it as bullying, but he was so aroused by it so he didn’t complain — harder than he would have ever hit a girl. More and more jizz jetted into Rob, until he was drenched inside and couldn’t even feel if it was still happening. But he could still feel Dino’s thickness throbbing within him, as cream and santorum dripped out between his legs.
He burped and laughed. Any girl would have kicked him out of bed for burping in their face, but Rob inhaled deeply of it and moaned. Dino screwed his nose up in disgust. His cock slowly limpened, but he remained in position, deep in Rob’s ass, his heavy body pressing down on Rob’s back.
“You ain’t gonna stiff me, is you?” Dino asked. It hadn’t occurred to him before now that Rob could just refuse to pay him, and Dino would have no recourse. He should have demanded money upfront. His dick still lay in Rob’s ass, its pulsations sending waves of pleasure up his spine.
“No. I won’t. I’ve got cash in my wallet,” Rob said, his voice strained and clipped. He bit his lip and moaned.
Dino nodded and moved to get up. When he did, his dick swam through the sea of cum that gurgled within Rob’s ass. He could feel the sticky fluid clinging to his soft cockflesh. Rivulets of jizz slid out Rob’s behind and onto the floor.
“Wait,” Rob said. “Can you stay there for a moment? I like feeling you inside me.”
“Fine,” Dino said with a grunt. It now felt pretty gross — this was more what he had imagined it would feel like before he started. He was intimately aware with every passing moment that he was inside a man’s ass. There was no way to pretend he was with a woman, not now. He reached out and grabbed Rob’s pants. “In here?”
“Yeah.” Rob’s voice was weak and wavery.
Dino pulled out the wallet. He briefly considered stealing Rob’s credit cards, but he figured someone as wealthy as Rob probably had excellent security on the cards, and Dino didn’t want to get in any legal trouble, as he might lose the right to see his daughter at all. He pulled out the cash — there was six hundred dollars in there. He took it all, though he had only been promised five hundred dollars.
“I’m taking six hundred dollars. The extra hundred bucks is for the performance I put on for your daddy,” Dino said. He pulled his dick out of Rob’s ass. “And you still gotta pay for the sink too.”
“Okay,” Rob said with a sigh. He turned around and frotted his dick with Dino’s much bigger, caramel-colored shaft. He smushed them both together.
Dino sneered. “That’s nasty, that’s nasty,” he said. But he let it continue for a few seconds, looking away. “I ain’t do no circle-jerkin’ since I was a merchant marine.” He glanced at Rob’s curious face. “When I lived in Greece, I was a merchant marine. Ain’t no females around, just a buncha A-rabs, and they do, y’know…” His cheeks turned red. “They do circle-jerkin’. I ain’t wanna.” He laughed. “But I did.” He finally put his cock away.
“Thanks, Dino,” Rob said. “You’re a great plumber.”
Rob helps a handsome tennis pro sneak around with a married woman, and in exchange Rob gets to swing on his throbbing alpha-male meat! Can Rob get away with this scheme and with a taste of this muscular ladysman’s masculine musk?
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“The profit predictions for the Canal Street location aren’t as good, that’s the only reason I was hesitant,” said Clement. “But let me show you what the business analyst said about Garraty Avenue. It’s got real potential. There’s no gas stations within four miles, and it gets plenty of traffic. It’s near the community college.”
“Oh, that’s fascinating,” Rob lied. He disliked Clement quite a bit, but that wasn’t really a problem for him — he didn’t want to spend time with him at all. He was just doing this because it helped him reach his ultimate goal: Gabe Willcaster. Rob could already smell the stink of Gabe’s tennis gear.
Not literally. Rob was nowhere’s near Gabe Willcaster. He was in a cheesy “Pennsylvania Dutch” restaurant in Connecticut with the portly banker Clement Tale.
“Have you given any thought to per-gallon tolling versus sunk tanks?” Clement said. “Because sunk tanks are a better way to go in the long-term. We can get you a great deal on a building company too. It takes longer, but that’s just early time, you can get that back on less maintenance over the life of your gas station.”
“Tell me more,” Rob said. It took all of his concentration to avoid rolling his eyes.
But he couldn’t do that because Clement Tale had to think that Rob was for real. Rob was pretending to be interested in opening a gas station here in Orchard Range, Connecticut. He had no desire to do that. It seemed like a stupid idea. But Clement was trying to talk him into it because he was a banker, and that was what bankers did.
And anyway, Rob’s father was strongly encouraging him — requiring him — yelling at him repeatedly about it and sending him nasty emails — to start a business. He wanted to encourage an entrepreneurial spirit.
“How many employees were you going to hire?” Clement asked, and he really seemed like he wanted to know.
Rob thought he might fall asleep any moment now. This was so boring. How do people fall in love with boring fucks like Clement Tale?
Someone had fallen in love with him. Her name was Jessica, and Rob knew her well. She had genuinely loved her husband for a long time, and he had given her five wonderful children, all of them now grown. Clement had been cheating on her for years, and his mistress loved him too. Women were mystifying. What on earth could they have seen in him? He was sorta vaguely handsome in a generic older man sort of way. Not sexy certainly. Stately. Elegantly pleasant to look at.
He was rich. Was that really all women cared about? They stopped listening after they heard the word ‘banker’.
Who knows the ways of women? Not Rob. In any case, Clement had a wife who loved him and a mistress who loved him and actually a couple of spurned lovers who still loved him too. Mystifying but true. Jessica — that’s the wife — knew about the mistresses. Rob had encouraged her to sleep around too. What’s good for the gander is good for the goose.
So Jessica was having an affair with a tennis pro named Gabe, and that was where Rob came in.
Rob had been lusting for Gabe for years. When he finished with his silly distraction — that meeting with Clement was just to distract him so Gabe could go out on a date with the man’s wife — Rob went right back to the tennis club. By then, Jessica would be gone, and Gabe would have some free time before his next lesson.
He was a dark-haired, swarthy young man with a head of curly brown hair, sterling cheekbones and dimples that went out to here. He had a thick voice too, like his throat had been marinated in sherry. He was broad-chested and strong without being muscular, and smooth yet furry, charming, and he had a reputation — among the staff at the Rockhard Country Club — for seducing women.
Especially upper-class women.
That was why Gabe was dating both Jessica and — unknown to either of them — her daughter, Karen. Not to mention Mrs. Fletcher. And he had never broken up with Mrs. O’Connor either, he thought with a grin.
Gabe was exhausted after his date with Jessica. He spent hours with her, speaking sweetly, kissing her on the neck. She paid for dinner, of course — Gabe didn’t make much money — and she had bought him a shirt he liked, and she had even paid for his health insurance — she primly declared that it was a charitable donation and would be written off on her taxes. Gabe was pretty sure Jessica had no idea what that meant or how to do it. Her husband was a banker, of course he would be the one to do their taxes, or more likely hires an accountant.
She ran her fingers through his hair, and she swooned in his arms. Gabe loved making women feel like that, so he could them purring with contentment in his arms. He loved that he could make Jessica feel like that, and her daughter Karen — who was going out with him tomorrow night — and a bevy of other women.
Gabe whistled on his way back to the country club. He had met Jessica there, because he didn’t want to go to her house and be seen by her neighbors, family or butler, and she didn’t want to come to his house for the same reason — silly delicate Jessica actually thought Gabe was wealthy enough to have a butler and neighbors who gave a crap about whether or not Gabe was seeing a married woman.
Since he hadn’t gone home since finishing work, Gabe was still dressed for tennis, and his things were in his cabana. He wore short white shorts and a polo shirt that showed off the smattering of hair on his chest. The country club assigned him the cabana for “work” — he had put the bed in it himself, and he had wired it to play romantic tango music and he had even installed a little vibrating machine on the bed.
“Hey,” said Rob, sidling up next to him as Gabe unlocked his cabana. Gabe had to put down the tennis racket to get his key in the lock.
“Oh shit, there you are, hey, Rob,” Gabe said with a nervous chuckle. He sucked in his breath. He was both eager to get this over with and a little reluctant to do it right now — he’d been hoping to get in Jessica’s panties all night. That didn’t happen, it was just a date at a discrete restaurant.
“How’d it go?”
“Ah… It was a bust. Thanks for distracting Clement though,” Gabe said with a sigh. He went into his cabana and let Rob in behind him. The night was chilly, but the cabana was warm and stuffy, humid, like a blanket that smelled a little of male sweat, a little of sex and a whole lot of cologne.
Gabe wrinkled his nose and lit a scented candle, making the whole cabana smell of “elderberry sunshine” instead. He sighed.
“Oh no shit, she wouldn’t bang you?”
“You don’t have to be crude,” Gabe said with a leering grin, like he really enjoyed Rob being crude but didn’t want to admit it, just in case one of his female companions happened to overhear. He even looked around the empty cabana to check. The walls were those faux-reeds, somple plain mats that weren’t much of a soundproofing technology. Gabe’s cabana was set back to give him some privacy, but anyone who suspected him — like Jessica’s husband and/or daughter and/or any of a bevy of other jealous men, spurned lovers and private investigators.
There wasn’t much furniture in here either, aside from the bed itself. Tennis gear lay all around the room, shoes and rackets and pieces to the tennis ball machine that had broken last year. Rob sniffed the horny sweat from Gabe’s armpit.
“She wouldn’t allow you to make sweet, languorous love to her lovely lady-parts?”
“She wasn’t feelin’ it,” Gabe said. He sat on his bed and spread his legs. He knew what Rob was going to try next.
“I’m feelin’ it…” Rob said with a giggle. He came closer and stretched out on the bed next to Gabe. “You poor baby… You want a backrub?”
“Oh Yeah, yeah, I need that,” Gabe said. He sighed. This wouldn’t be bad. He had agreed to let Rob jerk him off. He spent a lot of time eating women out, and they rarely treated him like his own pleasure was worth considering at all.
Gabe lifted off his polo shirt, revealing a supple, taut chest with a gorgeous six-pack. He had a thin layer of fuzz right over his sternum, just enough to be visible. He used to shave himself as smooth as a seal, but he found women liked it better when he had a bit of chest hair.
He was sprawled out on the bed, and Rob climbed up onto him, mounting his ass so he could rub his shoulders. He cooed softly. Rob was eager to get started, but he didn’t want to push. He had been hoping to get a taste of Gabe’s hot body for a long time.
So it had been worth it to spend hours talking about gas stations with a stuffy fifty-something banker. Utterly boring.
He kneaded the well-muscled back of Gabe’s body, and Gabe let out a seductive moan. Rob leaned down and kissed his smooth skin. Gabe was strong with well-developed shoulders from the years he had spent playing tennis, but he didn’t have a bulky bodybuilderish body. He had stacks of meaty muscle overtop his shoulders, aand his shoulders flexed beautifully when Rob gently sucked on his soft skin.
His hair was immaculate too. Rob didn’t know how he could do it living by himself, because he always kept his hair at the same length, the same level of curliness, the same tapered ending above his neck, so there was never even a single stray hair on his back.
He went lower along Gabe’s spine, plastering his skin with kisses. A few hairs did finally appear there, over the small of his back, just above his ass. He wore white shorts now, above tennis shoes and short socks. Rob slowly untied his shoes.
Gabe stiffened up a bit. He’d never been with a man. It had seemed simple when he agreed to it — he often messed with females he didn’t especially find attractive. It would be nice, he thought, to get dome for the first time in a long time, to get to ram without regard for seducing women or maintaining a good image for the country club.
But it was hard to relax. He remained intimately aware that it was a man caressing his body, not a woman.
“Roll over,” Rob said softly, and Gabe did so. He lifted his ass so Rob could pull his shorts down, and his hefty cock — not obscenely huge, but big — popped out.
It was just slightly hard at the moment, far from erect, but still some lingering firmness from when he nearly got to fuck Jessica and a bit of a reawakening after that from Rob’s hands all over Gabe’s back. Gabe closed his eyes and sprawled out, arms and legs akimbo. He felt an urge to wiggle like a little boy, but he managed to resist, even though he was nervously ticklish to Rob’s petite fingers dancing over his skin.
“Hmmm… You taste real good,” Rob said with a throaty murmur. His hands kneaded Gabe’s chest and his tight, taut little pecs, which flexed beneath his touch. Rob kept giving his dick a half-hearted stroke, teasing Gabe to get him interested.
Soon enough Gabe’s eyes fluttered open and he lifted his head, supporting himself on his elbows. He watched his dick flop beneath Rob’s hand. “Hey did Clement say anything about Jessica?”
“Not really. He said his wife plays tennis,” Rob murmured softly. His attention was on Gabe’s dick.
“Cool.” Gabe couldn’t tear his eyes away from his cock. He cleared his throat. “It’ll get hard if you get it wet.”
“You can’t get hard from a handjob?”
Gabe blushed. “I… I mean…I can… I just-“
“Is it because I’m a man?”
Gabe nodded. “I mean, it’s cool, it’s just… weird.”
Rob giggled and smiled. He knew Gabe wouldn’t get hard like this. Rob was just teasing him, playing with his half-hard dick and massaging his muscles. He bent over and sucked off the sweat that was collecting in the forested valley between his pecs. It was warm enough in here — and plenty humid enough — to make him sweat just a bit.
Gabe smiled back to conceal his growing frustration — he just wanted to get hard and jerked off so he could go home. Or, he thought, he could just stay here. He had never slept all night in the cabana by himself. He’d shared the bed with women; he’d napped there during the day; he’d slept part of the night by himself after his woman of the week up and left during the night, but he’d never just slept in the bed.
It would feel so good to sleep alone. Tomorrow was Tuesday, when the country club didn’t open until ten o’clock, so no staff showed up until nine. He’d have plenty of time to sleep in.
Why do I want to sleep in? Oh god am I old? Do I need to settle down? I sound like Granddad, always talking about sleeping in until nine as though it was some special event to be celebrated and remembered forever! Oh god! I need to find a wife and settle down-
But Gabe’s anxiety vanished the moment his cocktip slid into Rob’s warm mouth. Gabe let out a long, low sigh as his dick rocketed into full erection. He’d been on the verge for so long it took little time to make it happen.
“Hmmmm….” Rob moaned, the sound blending in with the crippeting chorus outside.
His dick tasted clean, of coconut-scent soap and crisp night-time air — it tasted like the air outside of the cabana, away from the stale and humid, chlorine-soaked air. It tasted like a sleeping forest, Rob thought, but beneath that there was a certain funkiness, a little manly musk that made Rob croon and his knees go weak. It was the taste of tennis-jock, and it overwhelmed Rob with desire.
He slathered it with spit. He soon recognized that Gabe was desperate for some genuine affection, even if he would never admit it. He wanted someone to want to make him feel good, instead of just expecting him to lick their clitorises to orgasm again and again.
Gabe moaned out loud, more fully and more passionately than he had moaned with any woman recently. He gripped Rob’s head tightly, holding on as he rode him up and down. Grinding his dick deep into Rob’s throat, he made love to his mouth, plunging in and out, coating his tongue in creamy precum.
“Do you wanna ram me?” Rob asked, wiping spit off his lips. He smiled. Gabe was pale, wide-eyed and stammering. He looked like he was on the verge of orgasm already.
“Uh… I… I guess… I… I didn’t, uh… I want…”
“Just say yes or no,” Rob said. He rubbed Gabe’s dick against his face, slowly so he wouldn’t make him cum too quickly. He wanted to slow Gabe down so he could experience this for as long as possible.
“Yes.” Gabe gulped.
Rob smiled and laid down on his back. Gabe stood, standing at the foot of the bed, where Rob scooted until his feet could be in the air resting on Gabe’s broad shoulders. A lot of guys loved getting in behind men in this position because it looked and felt like fucking a woman. Of course, a lot of them disliked it because it put the bottom’s cock and balls squarely in front of the top’s eyes. Gabe couldn’t help but watch Rob jack off.
For some men, it was too difficult to stay hard while watching a man jack off. Gabe thought that might be him, but he instinctively refused to say it — he didn’t want to be less seductive; he didn’t want to turn away a conquest; he had a reputation to uphold, at least in his mind.
Besides, he told himself, you don’t have to look down.
Despite that, he did look down as he wedged his dick between Rob’s cheeks and slid in. He sucked in his breath because the side of his hand came tantalizingly close to touching Rob’s ballsac — he might have come into contact with a few curly hairs, but he managed to convince himself that didn’t happen.
His cocktip filled up Rob’s ass, and Rob immediately clenched. He struggled to take it in, not because it was so big but because Gabe was used to being extra-gentle. He stopped whenever he felt even a faint twinge of resistance from Rob’s body.
“Oh god, stick it in me, Gabe,” Rob said with a moan to get him going harder. He reached for Gabe’s cock, guiding it into his ass and holding it firmly. He tried to pull it, shoving it in, hoping to hurry Gabe along into him.
“Are you okay?”
“Ramming men in the ass is different from fucking women. Women have clitorises, it feels best-” Rob winced as a shiver of pain hit him hard. But he didn’t let that slow him down any. “They want you to focus on that, right there on the surface. But men have prostates, way down deep in there. You gotta go all the way in.”
Gabe grimaced and blushed but did so. The tension was too great to speak. He couldn’t decide if this felt amazing or gross — it was a bit of both at once, and both sensations coursed through his veins.
Amazing.
All of a sudden, Gabe’s dick rammed in the rest of the way as his inhibitions melted and Rob managed to suck him in. A grand wave of pleasure ran into Gabe like a truck, and he groaned loudly. He first tried to muffle the sound, then remembered that there was no one outside — the country club had been closed for hours, and even the night janitors were gone.
So he could be as loud as he wanted. Men like Rob didn’t even get upset if he acted barbarically too — so Gabe could growl and grunt, paw at Rob’s body and ram into him as hard as he could. He didn’t have to be seductive.
All he had to do was ram as hard as he could. He plowed into Rob over and over, back and forth. He hadn’t been able to really go to town on anyone’s tight hole in a long time. It felt good to act without regard for anything but his own pleasure and without a face shiny with old-lady pussyjuice.
Gabe laughed meanly for the first time in a long time, as an orgasm overwhelmed him and he sighed. His hot breath condensed on Rob’s face, Gabe leaning over when his knees weakened.
Pleasure exploded within Rob’s ass, and he shot his own wad all over his chest and belly. It coated him in a layer of creamy warmth. But even then, Gabe kept at it.
His dick slammed into Rob, and Gabe sucked in his breath. For just a moment — though it seemed to last forever — both men orgasmed at once. Gabe sometimes managed to do that, but it had never felt as real or as vibrant as it did now.
The most intense orgasm of his life, or at least his most intense since he started working here and banging married old broads, wracked Gabe’s body and made him shake from head to toe. He howled and screamed, pounding away at Rob’s ass with more force than he had ever thought someone could take.
At last, it was over. Gabe let out a long chest-rattling sigh, and wiped sweat off his chest. Rob sighed too, and bit his lip. His orgasm dwindled away to tense soreness because Gabe’s dick still throbbed as it limpened inside Rob’s ass.
“Goddamn, that was nice…” Rob said. He blushed. He giggled and slid away, moaning and blinking his eyes as exhilaration flowed through him and his ass emptied.
Gabe smiled and blushed. “I-“
The door opened. In stormed Clement Tale, the banker Rob had distracted earlier, the cuckolded husband of Gabe’s current women (or one of them, anyway) and father of one of Gabe’s other current conquests. Clement looked at the bed with his mouth agape as though it didn’t quite compute.
Clement had assumed he’d walk in on Gabe the tennis pro fucking his wife. He’d grown suspicious of the handsome tennis pro — why did his wife need years of tennis lessons anyway? She barely played! — and then doubly suspicious when Rob had seemed unserious at their meeting. He recalled Jessica’s odd tone when talking about her plans for this afternoon and evening, and Clement had been struck with the certainty that she was fucking that smarmy-faced prick Gabe.
His blood already boiled with rage over the adultery he thought he was walking in, and he couldn’t quite process that that wasn’t what he was seeing. “You manwhore! You wife-stealing bastard! How dare you seduce my…”
“Mr. Tale?!” Gabe shouted. He backed away from the bed, cock dangling between his legs. “I… It’s not what it looks like. This is my… cousin… He’s… staying here, and uh-“
Rob slid out of bed. Clement Tale looked at him curiously, head cocked to the side. It seemed like quite a coincidence that the flamboyant young man who had expressed interest in a gas station just a few hours ago was now apparently here in the room of the tennis pro Mr. Tale had been sure was stupping his wife until a few seconds ago.
Clement couldn’t figure out what it meant or in what way it might be an attack on him. Maybe the flamboyant young man was a con artist? But the plan was for him to invest. He was talking about buying a gas station. He wasn’t asking for money. And why would the tennis pro be involved?
Now Mr. Tale wasn’t sure of anything. “You… you… ingrate!” Mr. Tale shouted. He couldn’t think of what to accuse either man of.
“What are you doing here?” Gabe asked.
“I-I… I’m sorry to disturb you.” Clement backed out of the cabana, into the dark night. He still felt sure there was something he wasn’t understanding. But he had assuaged his concerns, or at least he was satisfied that Jessica was not at this very moment fucking her tennis pro. He couldn’t rule out any other moments. That mollified Clement as much as he was capable of being mollified in this moment, and he walked back to his car in stunned silence. Back in the cabana, Rob kissed Gabe again and again until Gabe signaled for him to stop.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Rob asked, still basking in the heat and the comfortable solidity of Gabe’s frame.
Gabe shrugged. He didn’t want to admit he was eager to make that happen. If he got to ram Rob again and again all night long, he would sleep so good. He allowed Rob to kiss and suck his chest clean, then they both laid down on the bed.
Now, Gabe was glad he wasn’t sleeping alone.
Rob sighed. He was going to sleep with Gabe all night in the bed, it seemed, in this cabana that reeked of Gabe’s lust. He nuzzled Gabe’s now slightly scruffy chin and wrapped one hand around his well-muscled chest.
“Hmmmm… Thanks, Rob,” Gabe said. “I really needed this.”
Simon lusts for his bodyguard, Rocky, and he just might get to explore Rocky’s Italian masculine treasures. Rocky spent time in prison, which means he’s comfortable letting Simon swing on his meat.
