exercise – Mansploitation

Thug Punishment

Avery is a personal trainer for the legendary ex-con Thumper White, when Thumper sets up for him an outrageous alpha male punishment scenario like Avery’s been dreaming of!

Read it soon as an ebook!

Read the whole thing here!

Avery thought his new client was going to be a pain in the ass. He was a rough-looking middle-aged black man, a former pro boxer supposedly. He had argued with and fired two personal trainers already. Rumor had it that he had spent the last thirty years in prison.
He introduced himself as Thumper, and he had a big smile on his round face. He was covered in crude tattoos and muscles, with a thick layer of padding. His tats were faded, maybe prison tats. Avery felt small and weak in front of him, and his knees buckled under Thumper’s withering gaze. He had a simmering intensity that made Avery both uncomfortable and warm, a-thrum with desire. Thumper’s broad chest muscles rippled, already dappled with sweat because he had been on the treadmill before Avery arrived.
“You still like what you see?” His pecs bounced.
“Oh, you… uh, yeah, I think you’ve got a lot of potential. We can work on your abs-“
“Nah,” Thumper said.
A long, terse silence filled the air. Avery thought Thumper was going to say something else, but he didn’t. Thumper pointedly waited. He sniffed, then grabbed at his crotch to scratch his balls. His thick cock was briefly outlined by his shorts, and Avery felt his knees grow weak. A burst of unwashed convict musk hit Avery’s nostrils.
Thumper grinned. “Spot me, man.” He got down on the bench press machine.
Avery began counting along with Thumper’s lifts. One. Two. Three. Normally as he counted, Avery would give some helpful advice, tips or encouragement, but Thumper’s shorts still outlined his cock and Avery couldn’t tear his eyes away. It was so big, like a kielbasa, and his shorts were so thin Avery could see the veins of his cockshaft through the fabric.
When he finished the first set, Avery nervously said, “So you don’t want to work on your abs?” Truthfully he just wanted to get between Thumper’s legs to hold his feet down, but most men were ab-focused, so Avery thought Thumper might want to work on that.
Thumper shook his head. “I’m too old to worry about that. Ain’t gonna get six-pack abs anyway. So it don’t matter,” he said. “You got a quiet back room or something?”
“Uh… not really. I mean the locker room is pretty quiet-” Avery stopped himself because he realized Thumper wanted a private spot. Thumper licked his lips and Avery’s knees went weak. Avery blushed. “I mean… There’s a sauna. No one’s probably in there this early in the morning. We could lock it-“
“There ya go,” Thumper said. He gestured towards the back of the gym. “Lead the way, man. As you go that way, practice making a face like this.” He demonstrated an open-mouth face, complete with his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek to simulate a cock.
Avery walked into the steamy sauna, glad to see that no one was in there. He quickly locked the door behind Thumper. “This won’t really give us a lot of privacy. The door’s not supposed to be locked, it’s not safe. If someone on staff sees it-“
“Hush up, boi,” Thumper said. He got real close to Avery, so his broad chest touched Avery’s lean torso. The body heat emanating from Thumper wrapped Avery up, and he backed himself up so his shoulders rubbed against the firmness of Thumper’s body.
“Uh-“
“Say yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You my trainer, right? You work for me? You call me sir.” Thumper’s voice was a low throaty growl that made Avery’s heart flutter.
“Yes, sir.”
“You wanna jerk me off, boi?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then get on yo’ knees and do it.”
Avery sunk to his knees. A part of him was still worried he’s get in trouble, but not a big part of him. He desperately wanted Thumper’s cock.
He reached up to pull down Thumper’s shorts, which were soaked with sweat and moisture from the humid air here in the sauna. But Thumper swatted his hand away.
“Nah, boi. Use yo’ teeth,” Thumper said. He smiled cruelly down at Avery, who shuddered.
Avery gripped Thumper’s shorts with his teeth and pulled them down. It was difficult to get enough leverage to do so, but when he did, and he saw Thumper’s stiff cock jump out at him, Avery was more aroused than he had ever been.
He swallowed the tip of Thumper’s dick. He tried to jack him off at the same time, since Thumper’s dick was much too big for Avery to deep-throat him, but Thumper again swatted his hand away. The taste was warm and musty, salty from sweat or maybe precum or maybe that was the unadulterated taste of manhood. Thumper guzzled it down.
“No hands, Avery,” Thumper said. That was the first time Thumper had said his name, and the way he muttered it like he had never said the word before made Avery shudder with anticipation. Thumper spat, his saliva landing right on the base of his dick. “You can go deep, right?”
Avery nodded without taking the cock out of his throat. Precum filled his mouth. Thumper groaned and began bucking his hips, pushing his dick gently down Avery’s throat. It wasn’t violent, it was more of a gentle grinding motion, like Thumper was making love to Avery’s throat.
Thumper said softly, “I been locked up a lot. I got experience turning every hole I see into a pussy. That’s what yo’ throat is to me. A pussy. My pussy. Make some noise, boi.”
Avery tried to hum, but that triggered him to gag. He fought against it, but then Thumper gripped his head and pulled him off his cock. Thumper leaned down, his face suddenly angry and accusatory. Gobs of spit connected Avery’s mouth to Thumper’s shaft, which throbbed, dripping precum onto the floor. His dick was veiny and thick, and it jabbed around on Avery’s face.
Though Thumper’s words hung in the air, Avery was more focused on that cock. It was so big, so thick, so warm and pulsating. Avery chased it with his mouth, but Thumper didn’t let him catch up with it. Instead, he smeared his dicktip over Avery’s face.
“I say to make noise, Avery. Make it loud. You fightin’ against yo’self. Huh? Why you bein’ disobedient?”
“I’m uh, sorry,” Avery said, breathless. Then he added, “Sir.”
“Good. You should be sorry,” Thumper said. He pushed his cock back down Avery’s throat. Avery sputtered loudly, spitting up a torrent of spit that ran down Thumper’s shaft. Thumper smiled.
“Good. Good job, Avery,” he said. “You are doing a very good job right now. I’m gonna give you somethin’ nice, somethin’ I’m sure you are gonna like. Whatchoo think? You want that?”
Avery pulled off, tears welling up in his eyes from excitement and lack of oxygen. “What is it?!”
“Nah. You agree first,” Thumper said.
“I agree!” Avery said without a second thought.
Thumper chuckled. He dragged Avery to his feet and told him to bend over. “Grab yo’ ankles.” When Avery didn’t immediately follow orders, Thumper bent him over. Avery’s ass aimed high, and Thumper spread his cheeks.
This was a position that Avery had never used. It was difficult to keep his balance like this, with his ass in the air and his entire body down near the ground. He held tightly onto his ankles as Thumper pushed his dick in to Avery’s ass. Intense pressure erupted, but also pleasure coursed through his veins. Thumper’s cock awakened every one of Avery’s nerves.
“Take it, bitch! Don’t fight me, don’t try and get away, you stay right there and swallow my dick up wit’ yo’ ass, bitch.”
The awkward position somehow made this even more arousing for him. Avery had to continue concentrating on remaining upright, and he probably would have fallen except that Thumper kept a tight grip on his ass and hips, forcing Avery to remain in position. That meant Avery was at his mercy, as Thumper plowed hard at his ass again and again.
Then one of Thumper’s hands crept around to Avery’s crotch. There wasn’t much space there since Avery was doubled over, but Thumper managed to grip his dick anyway.
“Yeah, whiteboi, take it!”
Avery was shocked. Not many men were willing to give a reacharound. As Thumper’s cock pounded in and out of his ass, Avery writhed, struggling to let Thumper stroke his dick while remaining in the position Thumper demanded.
“Grab yo’ ankles!” Thumper barked every time Avery was unable to stop himself from letting go. Avery gulped and followed orders. He kept stumbling, as Thumper relentlessly slammed his dick in and out of Avery’s ass. He kept barking orders too. “Make some more sounds, whiteboi. But don’t quit holdin’ onto yo’ ankles, you just hold on tight and keep them knees where I put ’em.”
He was so intensely aroused that Avery barely noticed his own impending orgasm until it happened. Then his whole body bucked and he let go of his ankles, while cum flew down from his cock, sprinkling over Thumper’s fingers and Avery’s body.
“Oh, you gettin’ outta position, huh?” Thumper said. He grabbed Avery by the hair and lifted his upper body, so Avery’s back pressed against Thumper’s chest and his face was right next to Thumper’s. Thumper licked his cheeks as he rubbed the cum from his fingers onto Avery’s face. Thumper didn’t even seem to mind that Avery’s cum coated his face, and soon both men’s features were covered in a bright sheen of cum. It was more apparent on Thumper’s face because of his dark brown skin.
“Don’t you dare kiss me, boi,” Thumper said. Despite his words, moments after that, he did kiss Avery, right on the lips. His tongue plunged into Avery’s mouth.
Avery was shocked again, but he was also distracted as the slick, slippery muscles of Thumper’s body all tensed. He groaned directly into Avery’s mouth, and Avery felt the sound rumbling through his powerful chest.
Cum sprayed into Avery’s ass, a huge, thick load that spread to every corner of his insides. Avery moaned loudly, dimly aware that he heard someone trying the door and finding it locked. Cum dripped down his thighs.
Avery didn’t know how long that lasted. It felt like it may well have been forever. He grunted as his muscles went limp and Thumper pulled out of his ass. Avery nearly collapsed all the way to the floor.
When he opened his eyes, Avery’s blood ran cold. Standing above him, with his arms across his chest, was Jerry Whittock, the general manager for the Cornerside Gym. He was the only management employee whom Avery had no chance of convincing to look the other way.
“Avery,” Jerry said. “Put your clothes on and meet me in my office.” His eyes flickered to Thumper, who smiled, seemingly oblivious. Fluids coated his entire body, a mixture of sweat and cum and spit and more. He flexed his muscles. Jerry ignored him, turned around and left.
“Hey, sorry, man,” Thumper said.
But Avery just blushed, nodded and walked out. Oh well, he thought, that was totally worth it.
He continued to think it was worth it all day. Jerry was furious, of course. He said Avery was being unsanitary, that it was a bad image for the Cornerside Gym, that women would never want to join if they thought that was the kind of thing they might walk in on. Avery didn’t point out that him and Thumper were in the men’s sauna. No women would be in there anyway.
Regardless, Jerry didn’t do anything. He gave Avery a written warning, which is statistically indistinguishable from doing nothing. He didn’t even send Avery home, because Avery closed this evening and Jerry didn’t want to have to stay late enough to do it himself.
There was no point in being mad at Thumper for getting him in trouble, but Avery was still irked by that. So when Thumper knocked on the Cornerside Gym front door a few minutes after close one night, Avery wasn’t about to let Thumper in now. He shook his head at Thumper through the glass door.
That was when he saw that Thumper wasn’t alone. There was a half-dozen additional black thugs behind him, each looking angry. Thumper himself had a cruel grin and a determined look on his face. Thumper pulled out his phone, and moments later, Avery’s own cell phone rang.
Did I ever give Thumper my phone number? I don’t think so…
He heard catcalls and threats from the other men with Thumper, their voices barely audible through the door but clearly audible through the phone. They were laughing at him through the doorway, calling him a snitch and a “little bitch”. Avery’s heart started pounding as he wondered whether he should call the police.
“Yo,” Thumper said. He sounded confident and stern, but not menacing. “Avery. I know you got in trouble for what happened. So I was gonna make it up to you, man. I was gonna do somethin’ real nice for you.” He paused and held his hand up so his buddies would fall silent. “But instead you had to be a little snitch… Now don’t worry, since it’s yo’ first-time, this is only a warning. We’s gonna come in there, and we gonna ramrod you in every hole you got, homeboy. That’ll be yo’ warning. If it happens again, well… This’ll happen again, but in prison, and for the rest of your life. Now let us in, homeboy.”
His tone made it obvious what was happening. Avery was excited — Thumper had set this up for him to say thanks. Thumper had sensed that Avery wanted nothing more than to be violently penetrated by a bunch of his thuggish friends. Avery’s hostility vanished. Thumper smiled, his cruel visage vanishing; his friends couldn’t see his face, so Thumper crossed his arms over his chest such that his body language was hostile and menacing, but his face said, let us in, we’ll have a good time.
Avery opened the door. He had to suppress a smile, but luckily the other gangbangers were not really paying much attention. It seemed they expected to see a terrified Avery, so that was what they saw. Avery was legitimately afraid, even if he was also excited.
“How we gonna do this, Thumper?”
“Let’s punish that snitch!”
“Alright, homeboys, we gonna destroy this whiteboi,” Thumper said. He placed one hand on Avery’s shoulder, and squeezed supportively. “But we can’t hurt ‘im too bad. No leavin’ marks, homeboys, or he just gonna squeal all over again.”
Thumper led them all into the locker room, and the shower area. Someone turned on the water, so hot steam filled the air. Thumper pushed Avery to stand next to the shower, with his face in the water stream. That made it hard for Avery to hear as the others all took off their clothes.
Avery didn’t need to pretend to be scared. He was terrified, excited, aroused and trembling all at once.
“Wreck that snitch, Thumper!”
Thumper wasted no time in slamming his dick into Avery’s ass. He hooted and pumped his biceps as he did, and he pulled Avery out of the water. Avery gulped and blinked his eyes open, sliding to his knees along with Thumper.
“Make ‘im squirm!”
“Now, we gonna mess you up, boi…” Thumper muttered, spitting directly into Avery’s ear.
The pain in his ass was intense, but Avery could feel pleasure mounting as well. His whole body throbbed in Thumper’s arms. Thumper slammed his dick in hard, ramming it in and out as the hot shower water pooled beneath their bodies.
“Damn, Thumper, you ruinin’ that ass!”
“Alright, let’s have a snitch party,” Thumper said. “Rupert, come here and make ‘im eat yo’ ass.”
Rupert was a tall thug with dreadlocks and a Jamaican accent. He sneered at Avery, whose heart pounded. It looked like Rupert would have beat Avery up if Thumper weren’t here to stop him, and that thought send a thrill up Avery’s spine.
“Eat mi bum, snitch…” Rupert said, his lilting accent echoing in the shower. He turned around and bent over, long dreadlocks dangling over the side of his body. He spread his asscheeks, which were plump and thick even though his body was lean and lanky.
Avery dived in. He didn’t remember to look unwilling, but it seemed no one noticed. They flogged their limp dicks as they watched and hooted out encouragement.
“Ew, he doin’ it! This snitch is nasty as fuck!”
Avery’s tongue lapped at Rupert’s ass, snatching up every drop of sweat he could find. He stimulated Rupert’s prostate, which sent a shiver of desire up Rupert’s spine. Avery could tell that made Rupert hard even if he was facing the wrong way to see it.
Avery was so involved in the rimjob that he barely noticed Thumper guiding his hands up to other men’s cocks. They all had huge cocks, big enough that Avery wondered if Thumper had chosen them based on cock size. Avery stroked someone off with each of his hands as he licked Rupert’s ass.
Then Rupert turned around without warning. He slammed his dick down Avery’s throat, laughing as Avery gagged. He had an incredibly long cock, and it was already dripping precum from the rimjob.
Avery was so focused on slurping off Rupert that he didn’t realize the cock in his right hand was nearing orgasm, not until whoever it was pushed his cock in next to Rupert’s. He felt its heat pulsating against his lips as both shafts mashed up next to each other.
“Shit, you double-teamin’ that snitchin’ bitch!”
Rupert growled and said something Avery didn’t catch, all the men were being so loud right now he could barely make out any words — but he gathered that Rupert didn’t like touching cocks. Nobody seemed to worried about Rupert’s comfort, however, as cum flowed into Avery’s mouth from both dicks, the one he had been jacking off and Rupert at the same time.
They were trying to bukkake him though, so neither sprayed right down his throat. Instead they burst their loads all over Avery’s face.
“Ugh, damn, homeboy, you got yo’ nut on me!”
“Fuckin’ hell, this is sum nasty-ass shit, Thumper, can’t believe you talked me into this.”
Somebody else took Rupert’s place, Tyrell Brickley. Another big black cock invaded his throat, and Avery slathered spit up and down it. By this time Avery had lost count of how many different dicks had blown their wads on his face. They began taking turns on his mouth, jabbing their dicks in just long enough to get hard and make Avery choke a bit, then pulling their cocks out.
None of them seemed to mind that Avery’s face was covered in cum, so they were touching each other’s nuts with their dicks and sometimes even their fingers.
“Makin’ snitch soup on this bitch’s face! Gonna make him slurp that shit up!”
Meanwhile Thumper remained right behind Avery, with his fat cock in Avery’s ass. Thumper was close enough that Avery thought he must have gotten some cum on his face as well, but Thumper either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.
When a thug nutted, nothing changed — the other men kept slapping their dicks over Avery’s face even as their buddy coated their meat with his seed, and then they used their shafts to smear it around on Avery’s lips.
“I bet you wish you ain’t snitch now, huh?”
The taste of cum was intense, and only grew with every passing moment. Avery had never experienced anything so hot, and so delicious. He desperately wanted to lick his face off, but he didn’t. He let them spray and spray until there was no corner of his face that wasn’t covered in hot cum.
Since they didn’t stop smacking Avery’s face with their dicks even after they came, Avery didn’t notice that they were done until he saw that everyone was limp — everyone except Thumper. He was still in Avery’s ass, slowly grinding like he wanted to save himself for the end.
Then he stood up and pulled his dick out. Intense relief flooded Avery, whose ass had grown numb anyway. He could still feel little spermies covering his face and dripping down his body onto the shower floor.
“Make ‘im nasty, Thumper!”
“Ass to mouth! Ass to mouth!”
Thumper smiled cruelly and smacked his dick over Avery’s face. His throbbing hard dick sopped up a mountain of cum, huge gobs of it sticking to his shaft.
“Damn, Thumper, that is some nasty shit!”
Avery opened his mouth even before Thumper was ready. Thumper’s sweaty balls plopped in first, and Avery sucked every drop of fluid from there. Then he kept his mouth open as Thumper aimed his dick right in to Avery’s throat.
He tasted deeply of cum already, since his dick was coated with it. But Thumper ignored that and rammed his dick all the way in. Avery gagged and the other thugs all cheered. They clasped Thumper on his naked back, so close together that Avery could see their floppy cocks brushing up against each other. Either no one noticed or they didn’t care.
Thumper shot his load moments later, grunting and heaving as his wad flowed right down Avery’s throat. He had a huge dick, heavy balls and thick nut, creamy and hot. It tasted sour and sweet and savory all at once, making Avery so aroused he shot his own load into his hands.
Luckily it seemed none of the thugs around him noticed that Avery was jacking himself off — that would surely have tipped them off that he wasn’t the unwilling snitch they all thought he was. He wondered how often they had treated actual snitches like this.
Thumper pulled off. He spat on Avery’s face. “You learn yo’ lesson, snitch?”
“Yes, sir,” Avery said. He didn’t have to force himself to gag when Thumper withdrew his dick, and he gagged again just at the thought of so much cum still clinging to his face.
Thumper reached down and touched Avery’s cheeks. He wiped his hand over Avery’s face, covering his fingers in cum. That much was apparently more than the other thugs expected, because they all clutched each other and hooted like they had never seen something so incredible.
“Damn, Thumper you are one nasty old nigga!”
His hands were callused and firm. Avery licked them clean, and again he didn’t need to force himself to gag. He sucked up every drop off Thumper’s dirty hand, and then when Thumper turned around, Avery kissed his asshole as ordered.
“Give it a nice sloppy kiss, snitch, and then we leave you alone,” Thumper said.
Avery collapsed into a sweaty mess on the floor. He was spent and exhausted. The other men all interpreted it as fear and self-loathing, and they all wagged their dicks in his direction as they put their clothes back on.
“Twenty minutes, bitch,” Thumper said. “You ain’t allowed to clean up for twenty minutes. You sit there with our nasty on yo’ face and think about being a dirty snitch. You can clean yo’self up after twenty minutes.”
They all walked out, leaving Avery there alone to gather his breath. He didn’t know if Thumper had any way of verifying that Avery waited twenty minutes, but he had no intention of disobeying anyway. Avery loved the bukkake all over his face, and he would have stayed there all night if it hadn’t dried and gotten crusty eventually.
Instead Avery waited until the twenty minutes were up, then took a shower. He was surprised to find Thumper waiting for him out in the main room. Thumper grunted.
“You okay?”
Avery nodded. “Thanks, that was-“
“Shut up. I wanted to make sure you was okay,” he said. “I just might have some more homeboys in the future who wanna punish a snitch. You ready to be that snitch?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Good.”

Massaging the Baseball Player

When Byron the baseball player needs some good luck, he heads to the massage parlor to see if Avery will rub, lick and worship the luck into Byron’s throbbing alpha male meat!

Read it now as an ebook!

Read the whole thing here!

“Is you into voodoo?”
At first Avery assumed he had misheard that. Why would he be into voodoo? Avery was a white man from right here in New Hampshire. He only recently found out voodoo was a real thing, not just a movie trope.
“Uh… Not really.”
“Oh.” Byron was a quiet young man with a juttingly handsome face accentuated by his ever-present blush. He was a redneck with a Louisiana drawl so thick you could make gumbo out of it. He was short for a baseball player, with broad shoulders that were sunburnt red, the color extending up his neck. He had a military buzz-cut, though he was not in the military, he went to GHU, where he was on the baseball team.
Unfortunately, Avery doubted he would get to touch Byron’s meat, not even here in a massage parlor. He was the kind of shy boy that would never allow that. He was probably a devout Christian (though Avery was surprised to see that he neither wore a crucifix or had any religious tattoos, which Avery would have bet money he had).
His fingers kneaded the tense flesh of Byron’s shoulders, making him groan and squirm as he relaxed. His muscles kept tensing up, then relaxing again.
“So you don’t know nothin’ ‘bout voodoo?”
“No. Sorry. I’m just a masseur.”
“Yeah. I’m from Louisiana.”
“Then it sounds like you should know about voodoo,” Avery said.
Byron chuckled. “Yeah. Guess so.” He rolled over then at Avery’s command, laying on his back. There was a towel over his bare crotch, but Avery could see the bulge of his half-hard cock. Byron had been too shy to get naked in front of Avery. It wasn’t a big towel though. Avery couldn’t tear his eyes away from that bulge.
“Are you… worried about voodoo?”
“No. Well, yes. Sorta,” he said. “I gots a game this weekend. A real ‘portant one, reckon. It’s a tournament game, and there’s gunna be MLB scouts. The Orioles, man. Orioles.”
“Oh yeah, cool. Good luck.”
“Yeah, thanks. I need luck, I do.”
It sounded like he was going to add something. Avery was quiet for a moment to give him a chance, but then Byron fell silent. Avery worked on his taut pecs, which rippled beneath his touch. Byron must have been working up to something, Avery thought, because he was holding his breath. Avery waited until it was clear Byron wasn’t gonna come out with whatever he wanted to say. Then Avery said, “I don’t have any luck to give you-“
“I know, I know. Look, I’s just — I went home last week, to Looeesyana. Just fo’ couple days. My sister got this court date cuzza her husband, he own a alligatuh farm — nevermind, it’s complicated, I went home,” he said. “And there’s… I ain’t a supuhstitius type, ya see? My family is.”
“Uh-huh.”
“My family do that, they… They got alotta supuhstitiuns and junk. I don’t believe ‘em. I don’t. But they do seem to work, ya feel me? They get it done. They work like a meatpacker on a Monday, man.”
“Okay…” Avery cocked his head to the side as his hands moved down Byron’s smooth chest to his six-packed abs, which were perfectly outlined even now, when he wasn’t flexing. Every minute or two though, Byron’s anxiety grew great enough that his muscles did flex, and his six-pack was gloriously visible.
“I don’t believe in ‘em, I swan. I been tellin’ my mama and papa that for years. So, uh, I ain’t tell ‘em, y’know…. Nothin’. I just… I wanted to get some luck, and I ain’t hanker for them to know. I went to these, y’know…” He whispered, “African Americans.”
“I see.”
“And they was, y’know, they got all kinda supuhstitiuns. I thought they was messin’ wit’ me at first, but I looked ‘em in the eye. They said it with a straight face, and they don’t mess wit’ that. You don’t even know, the blacks in Looeesyana are all about the juju — I mean African Americans. They don’t play games. They made me eat a crow.”
“They made you eat crow?”
“No, they made me eat a crow. It just tasted like chicken. But it was gross. They laughed but me, I ate it, and they said it would gimme luck.”
“Are you sure they weren’t messing with you? I don’t think crow tastes like chicken, they probably gave you chicken-“
“That’s what I thought, but they don’t do that, man, I swan. They take that ser-iuss. It sounded right. They wasn’t laughin’ at me,” Byron said.
Avery was very dubious about that. That sounded a lot more like a prank than a real superstition, but he didn’t see any reason to argue about it any further. It was clear Byron believed in it wholeheartedly.
“And, uh, there was anodduh, uh… supuhstitiun.” Byron’s face turned bright red. “It was — you know there’s like, spirits? Not demons! I’s Christian. I a Bible-believin’ boy. I don’t truck wit’ demons, nosir. But, uh, spirits is okay, they di’rent. And uh, some of ‘em is, like, Baron Samedi, you know about him, right? He famous. But a lot of ‘em are, y’know, more obscure. So if I can’t find a Wikipedia article ’bout one of them, that don’t mean he ain’t real. Spirits is real. They ain’t on Wikipedia.” He bit his lip. His dick was definitely rock-hard now, throbbing beneath the towel covering his crotch. Avery’s hands were down to his cabled-muscle thighs now, working the tension out of his tight muscles. “So, anyway, those-” he whispered again “-African Americans, they said there was a spirit who, uh… said I gotsta nut off without a woman this weekend, and I’ll pitch a no-hitter.”
“What?”
“If I do it, the spirit will make me pitch a no-hitter this weekend.”
“What? Those black guys told you that?”
“Yeah. I know you don’t believe me, you think ya yankee smarts makes you better than me-“
“No, Byron, not at all. I would never dream of talking you out of this,” Avery said, suppressing a smile.
“You think they’re messing with me.”
“Uh… Well… That doesn’t sound like voodoo, Byron. And even if it were, voodoo doesn’t work.” Avery paused. “But it’s none of my business. So come on, you didn’t need to take ten minutes to explain that. You didn’t really need to explain it at all. You definitely don’t need to convince me.”
“Oh.” He looked like he really wished Avery had said no. “Okay. Well… I’ll do anything to get in the major leagues, man. What if I can’t get hard?”
“You’re already hard, and I haven’t even touched it yet,” Avery said. He pulled the towel off. Byron gasped and covered his crotch. He blushed. Avery giggled. “Relax, relax, I won’t bite. You want me to turn the lights off?”
“No! No, no way,” Byron said. “I don’t want, y’know… I wanna see what’s happenin’.” He leaned back and covered his face with one arm. “Go ahead and do it. Go on. Oh, man, don’t make alotta sounds, okay?”
Avery smiled. He touched Byron’s dick, just a brief touch, then let go. Byron was still wriggling like the massage was going on, and he didn’t even seem to notice Avery had touched his dick. Byron lifted his head up, supporting his upper body on his elbows, which accentuated the size and power of his pecs. They bounced when Avery touched his nipples, and Byron’s eyes opened wide. He still gave little indication he noticed Avery touching him.
“I don’t no’mally take mah dick in front of strangers,” Byron said. “Just my teammates.”
“Hmmm… You guys always change together in the locker room?”
“Uh-huh.” Byron’s eyes moved down to his dick, just as Avery wrapped one hand around it. He gave it a stroke. It had been fully hard before, when he was covered by a towel, but he was more self-conscious now, and his fat cock had softened some. It was still part-hard, flopping left and right in Avery’s hand like a melted periscope.
It throbbed in his grip. Avery didn’t stroke it just yet, he simply held on like a handle. As long as he had one hand on Byron’s cock, it seemed Byron paid no attention to Avery’s other hand or his mouth. Avery kissed Byron on the pecs, just a chaste and dry kiss at first, then Avery sucked up the nervous sweat clinging to his skin, then Avery moved to his nipples. Even as Byron’s pecs bounced like a stripper’s over and over again, Byron stared at his cock resting in Avery’s hand.
Avery gave it a squeeze, and Byron jumped.
“Shit! Sorry, suh, suh, sorry fo’ the cussin’, I ain’t — I’s a Christian boy,” Byron said again.
“Okay. Christians are allowed to masturbate, right?”
Byron nodded a little too eagerly. He nodded with his whole body. “Oh yeah, yeah. Fo’ sh’ore. Kinda. Not sposedta do it all the time. Sposedta have a godly, you know, in the marital way, a bed, in the marital bed… wit’cha wife,” he said. “I ain’t married. It’s okay to, you know, you know, you know… mastuhbate.” It kinda sounded like he had never said ‘masturbate’ out loud before. He sucked in his breath.
Avery finally stroked his dick, just one time, rubbing his hand from the root to the tip, then back to the root, which he held onto with a firm hand. When he did, Byron jerked and twitched like he was being electrocuted. He gasped and grunted, and even those sounds had a Southern drawl and a Cajun lilt that made Avery smile.
Since Byron still had eyes only for his dick in Avery’s hand, Avery let his kisses move over Byron’s upper body. He kissed him on the neck even, almost hard enough to leave a hickey. He suspected Byron would be upset if he did though, so Avery stopped before leaving any marks on his neck. The thought of anxious-ass Byron trying to explain where the hickey came from made Avery chuckle to himself.
“No kissin’ on the lips,” Byron said, softly but firmly.
Avery nodded. He’d assumed that was a rule anyway, but it was nice to know Byron was okay with — and aware of — Avery’s lips all over his upper body. He even flexed his biceps now, giving Avery a pair of hard muscles to slather spit upon. He had a bicep bulge that was almost cartoon-like, Avery thought, wondering if that was genetic or what. Not since Popeye had anyone had such a bicep bulge.
Finally, Avery put both hands on Byron’s dick, and he slowly stroked with one. His other hand stayed tight on Byron’s cockroot, squeezing it enough to send little tremors of pleasure through Byron’s muscular frame. Avery’s left hand worked up and down the shaft.
His cock finally rocketed back to attention, despite Byron’s anxiety over getting hard, and Byron once again sucked in his breath. He lifted his ass off the massage table, then he forced himself to react again.
Byron looked horrified at his own dick as if he wished he had struggled to get hard. His veiny dickshaft pulsated in Avery’s grip, and his breathing kept speeding up until it sounded like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. His eyes bulged out. His muscles were all flexed rock-hard now, and they stayed that way.
As he stroked with one hand and held on with the other, Avery continued lapping at Byron’s now firm-tense torso and arms. He had never stopped flexing his biceps — he seemed to have not noticed Avery wasn’t sucking the sweat off his arms anymore — which gave Avery a chance to get into his armpits. The sweat there was especially musky and vibrant, wildly salty, and it gave Avery a heady rush. He sucked on both armpits. Byron must have noticed that finally, cuz he stopped flexing his biceps, then realized Avery wanted to suck on his armpits, so he raised his arms above his head, moving with clinical efficiency, like Avery was a doctor who told him to do so.
He had a boner, so it must have felt good, but Byron hadn’t yet given any obvious sign of that. He looked terrified of admitting it felt good. Then all of a sudden, Byron’s whole body bucked, and he again lifted his ass off the massage table.
“Ah, goddamn, boy, you got fingers like…” Byron’s voice broke and he blushed. “I dunno, I can’t think of anything with soft fingers. A baby, I guess, but that’d be creepy.” His cheeks were almost as red as his sunburnt neck.
Avery let go of his cock. Byron’s whole body twitched, and Avery smiled. Byron sucked in his breath. He was supporting his upper body on his elbows, but when he twitched, he lifted up and nearly fell off the table.
“Hmmm… I’m gonna use my mouth now, is that-?”
“Yes!” Byron nodded. “I mean, yeah. Fo’ sh’ore. Those African Americans said it would get me into the Major Leagues.”
“It won’t.”
“So I gotta, I gotta, damn, I got such a hardon. Sorry I just cussed. Sorry. I don’t — aaaah…”
“You didn’t cuss. ‘Damn’ doesn’t count. You did cuss earlier.”
“Those black guys said it, those black guys, those black guys, not all of them were guys, sorry, I was wrong, there was some girls. Women. Ladies. Females,” Byron said. He thrummed and licked his lips in anticipation, and his cock throbbed visibly, though Avery wasn’t touching it yet.
But now that it was clear Byron wanted it, Avery smiled and lowered his head. He bent over to make sure Byron watched as he planted his lips on the tip. It was just the tip at first, sucking on the piss-slit and slathering spit all over it.
It was hard as iron now, he was in no danger of losing his erection. Avery could tell Byron was concerned about that though. Young men usually were. You’d think they’d only be concerned about when they got old enough it might happen, but that wasn’t the case. Young men were always terrified of getting or not getting hardons.
Byron shook and trembled, his hands flailing above Avery’s head. Every time he accidentally touched Avery’s hair, he remembered he was with a man and moved his hand away. He closed his eyes every few seconds, then got overwhelmed and opened them again.
His cock was moving of its own accord now. Byron watched but didn’t reckon his hips pumping, gently, just barely moving, but moving enough to hump his cocktip on Avery’s tongue. It was soft and warm and moist, and Byron couldn’t believe the sparks of sensation erupting all over his body.
Those black guys were right, he thought but didn’t say, a man does do it better than any woman. Not that Byron had gotten that many blowjobs, he wasn’t like that. These black guys told him once to get a man to do it — not the Creoles who told him to do this as a voodoo thing, this was a different group of black guys he ran into when his team went to California for a game. They were yankee black guys, and they talked like black guys from a movie, and they said if your dick works, “you can always find a man to pay you money for a nut”.
Byron would never ask for money for it. But asking for favors from the spirits, that was allowed. In a Christian way, of course.
“Is you gonna sit on it?” Byron asked. He knew guys did that, put a dick up their ass, but it seemed weird, like an urban legend that would turn out to be untrue. Plausible but not real.
Avery nodded. “If you want.”
“Yeah! It’s prolly — the black guys said…” Byron sucked in his breath. Precum exploded in Avery’s mouth, and he sucked down every drop. “It’s prolly the way, the voodoo — those black guys said… the Major League…”
“Oh, yeah, the Major League will love it if you ram me up the ass,” Avery said with a giggle, as he slapped Byron’s hardon on his outstretched tongue.
Avery loved precum. He let it fill his mouth, and he savored the bright, salty flavor. He stopped deep-throating Byron’s dick now, lest he accidentally trigger an orgasm before getting it up the ass. Young men could accidentally bust a nut in a moment, it would be easy to do. Avery had done it before.
But he couldn’t bring himself to stop tasting the intensely masculine flavor of Byron’s precum. There wa something intensely Southern about it, like you could taste the pawpaw and magnolia trees in it. Avery wondered idly what alligator meat tasted like. Byron’s brother-in-law owned an alligator farm, so he must have eaten it a lot.
But he didn’t want to distract Byron by asking. Avery pulled his mouth off Byron’s cock at last with a smack of his lips. Byron sucked in his breath.
“I’m gonna do it. Sit my ass on it, I mean. You’re sure you’re okay with that? I can just finish you off with my mouth,” Avery said.
“Yes!” Byron said. His cheeks were red as cranberries now, and he nodded his head overly enthusiastically. “Yeah!”
“You ever fuck a woman in the ass?”
“No way! I ain’t a pervert!” Byron said. “My priest — Father Alcide — he said that’s a sin. He said only a pervert does it.”
“Hmm…” Avery shrugged. “I don’t agree, but whatever, you have to make your own decisions, Byron.” He kept one hand on the root of Byron’s cock as he rubbed lube onto the shaft. “You let those black guys tell you what to do, you let some liberals tell you to call them African-Americans, you let your coaches, those scouts for the Orioles, your priest, you let everyone tell you what to do. You’re a grown man,” Avery said. “Take responsibility for your choices.”
“Uh-huh.” Byron didn’t seem capable of taking in life lessons right now. He was thinking with his erection, which was pulsating like it might expode any second.
The massage table was wide enough for Avery to climb up there without Byron moving to make room for him. That necessitated Avery to let go of his dick, which got Byron jibbering like a hillbilly again.
“Aaaaah, shiii… ship! Ship!” He closed his eyes. “I wanna nut so bad, shiiiiiiiiip!” His plaintive voice turned into a howl of desire, as Avery mounted him.
Riding a man’s cock in the reverse-cowgirl position was difficult, but Avery knew that was what big alpha males liked best. If they literally couldn’t see anything but Avery’s smooth, girlish back, it wasn’t as obvious they were with a man.
That didn’t stop Byron from laughing nervously as Avery got ready though. His baseball-toned muscles were tense, all of the looseness that Avery’s massage gave him having melted away because he was focused on ramrodding a man and fulfilling his superstition. Avery smeared lube on his ass to match the lube he put on Byron’s shaft, which was so thick Avery was sure he’d need a lot of lube.
Amid the sounds of the New Age music that still played, both men fell silent. Avery held onto Byron’s shaft with both hands, keeping it in place as he lowered his ass onto it. Byron kept his hands behind his head, his eyes opened wide and staring. He grimaced when his cock slid in, then moaned as a wave of pleasure hit him.
“Ship, man, that feels like a girl’s ass…” Byron said. “Ssssh…” He blushed at the realization he was shushing himself. He twitched and licked his lips. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…”
All at once, as his cock eased inch by inch into Avery’s ass, Byron realized that this superstition was silly. That was what he had thought even when those African Americans told him about it. But somehow as the game got closer, Byron’s faith in rationality — and his faith in Catholicism — diminished. He was willing to do everything to improve his pitching just a tiny bit. He made minor adjustments to training, diet, stretching, his daily schedule, everything was subordinate to baseball.
So it made sense, he thought, to do what he could superstitionally too. It’s not like it was even a big deal, he told himself, ramrodding a man was fine. Father Alcide said it was only a sin if it was uncontrollable, or even if you eschewed women for it, or if you were violent or mean or motivated by lust.
And Byron wasn’t motivated by lust. He was feeling lust, but he was motivated by a desire to play for the Orioles. Or whoever, the Astros, ideally, but they weren’t looking for a pitcher.
The pleasure flowing from his cock through his body felt just like it did when he made love to a girl, a fact that wasn’t as mollifying as Byron thought it should be. It just reminded him that “doing the premaritals” was sinful.
He oughta just get jacked off by men til he was married. It seemed so simple now.
“How does that feel?” Avery asked as he slid down lower on Byron’s cock. Intense pressure erupted in his ass, but he used enough lube that it slowly dissipated over time. It was followed by a low, melting surge of pleasure that grew and grew with every motion of Avery’s body up and down on Byron’s cockshaft.
“So good…” His voice broke, and he chuckled at himself. He stopped wiggling as his dick slid the rest of the way in, and Avery felt Byron’s kinky pubic hairs rubbing against his asscheeks. Byron’s hands flailed, then covered his face. “Ah shit, man…”
He must have been really horny — or embarrassment and anxiety turned him on — because Avery could feel his orgasm coming on almost right away. Luckily Avery himself was right behind, his prostate sending a wave of pleasure up his spine as Byron’s cock stimulated it.
Avery orgasmed quickly. He didn’t mean to, but he controlled everything about Byron’s body right now, and he could feel every inch of his jockish muscles flexing beneath Avery’s body. That made Avery moan and groan, stroking himself off until he shot a massive load that covered the linoleum floor beneath Byron’s feet.
It was Avery’s asshole clenching on Byron’s dick that sent him over the edge as well. Byron’s loud grunting and heaving grew frenzied, impassioned, and his hands gripped Avery’s back tightly. He held on as he lifted his hips up and really plowed Avery’s ass for the first time, letting Avery just stay there and enjoy it.
“Oh heck, yeah, this better work…” Byron moaned as he came. He hugged Avery from behind and held on tight.
Hot cum flew into Avery’s body, its creamy heat seeping through his flesh. He bit his lip and cried out, the sound dwarfed by Avery’s deeper rumbling grunts. They both sighed together as the sticky juices in Avery’s ass trickled throughout his body, coating him in Byron’s masculine scent inside and out.
Avery giggled. “You got a nice cock,” he said. “Are all Louisiana boys that good at this?”
His face was already red even before he came, and his orgasm made it even redder. So Byron didn’t show any reaction to Avery’s question even though it embarrassed him. “I dunno,” he said breathlessly, watching his cock plop out of Avery’s ass. “I never got cornholed by any Louisiana boys. Ship…”
“Well,” Avery said. He stepped off the massage table. “Lucky me.” He wiped off Byron’s sensitive cock and his own ass. He smiled at Byron. “Good luck at your game. If you win and want me to congratulate you, come back and see me. If you lose and want me to console you, come back and see me. Either way-” Avery touched his dick, which was so sensitive it made his whole body jerk, “-come back and see me.”
“I will.”

The Dumbass

Avery runs into a handsome dumbass at a store, only to realize he’s got an opportunity for rough trade. This lovable idiot just wants some dough, and he’s willing to give Avery a taste of his slacker-jock meat!

Read it now as an ebook!

Read the whole thing here!

Avery was at Randall’s Candles. He was in Martinsburg for a wedding, and he needed a nice present. The woman getting married loved candles. Avery thought he might find some sort of ultra-luxury candle, or maybe a candle-making kit, but he found nothing of the sort.
What he did see was a tall, broad-shouldered man walk in. He was scruffy, thick-bodied, strong without quite being muscular. He looked rather like a frat boy, but Avery got a strong whiff of dumbness in him and suspected that he did not go to college (or if he did, it was on an athletic scholarship). His face was round and cute enough, not a babyface, just round like the sun, like a sexy Winnie the Pooh. His smile was crooked and everpresent and reeked of idiocy.
Sexy but not handsome, not by a long shot. If he cleaned up, he might be handsome. He had a good body though. Definitely not a six-pack, which was not a problem for Avery. He appreciates a man with a meaty physique. This dark blond man was more of an eat-cereal-for-dinner guy, quite possibly an eats-cereal-with-beer-instead-of-milk kind of guy.
The man’s loudly sniffed one of the candles. He put it in his arms, then grabbed another. His deep bass voice rang out. “This one smells like mango… What’s chut-ney?! Oh, I like this one!”
“Hey, Jimmy,” said the employee, a portly Goth-adjacent woman with dyed black hair, a dour face and a ‘Gina’ nametag. She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.
“Hi Gina, did you get any new ones in? I need my usual shipment,” he said. Jimmy looked at Avery and nodded. “‘Sup, hey.”
“Hi,” Avery said. He blushed. He wasn’t expecting to see such a handsome young man in here. The scented-candle shop usually had an exclusively female clientele, despite the name suggesting a man owned it. (There was no “Randall” behind Randall’s Candles though.) “Lemme guess, you’re buying something for your girlfriend? Who’s… an English major?”
“Ha, no, good guess though, my last girlfriend was an English major. She was into poetry and like books and stuff.” He frowned and made a thumbs-down gesture. “She dumped me though.”
“Sorry, man,” Avery said as sympathetically as he could manage.
He shrugged and said, “She dumped me because of inconsiderateness and not being… not saying things when she was… like, upset. Or whatever. Or not, like… sometimes, saying too much. Like, she said I didn’t get it or even, uh… it was about listening too much. Or not enough.” As he talked he tapped on the counter, waiting for Gina to return.
“So, do you really have a ‘usual shipment’?” Avery asked. “You must buy a lot of candles.”
Jimmy blushed and bit his lip. His tapping on the counter gradually turned into full-scale drumming, but it stopped as he turned red. “I just like candles. I like… I read this book — or, my other ex-girlfriend did, really. But she showed me all the good parts, I read them, the parts that she showed me, I did, I read it all,” he explained this in a rush like Avery was going to scold him for not doing his own work. “It was about smelling, and how it has an effect on stuff. Like if you smell something, something happens. You know? Like, in you. It happens in you. It’s like, good for… you. So, she made me put on a pine-forest candle when I worked out. She said it was good for physical… for getting your pump on. Like exercise. Or whatever. So I did it and then she dumped me because I wanted anal too much and my dick was too big. And I liked the forest thing when I work out, it does help me lift more, you know. Or whatever. My coach kept track of my workouts back when I was in college, and he said it was better, cuz I was doing the lifting and all. Aerobic exercise too.” He blinked. “Hey, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that part about fucking her in the ass.” He smiled. “I mean… having sex with her in her ass.” He cocked his head to the side. “I mean, having sex with her in her butt.” He smiled broadly as if expecting a medal for that.
“That’s okay,” Avery said. He was still dumbstruck by how cute Jimmy was, and Jimmy talked so fast it was hard to get a word in.
“Man, I like girls, and, um… boobs. You know about boobs? Boobs are awesome.” He looked into the back and saw Gina coming back to the front. She had a box of forest-scented candles.
“Sorry, Jimmy, the price on these went up,” Gina said. “Just a dollar though. The Homelife Essence series, they raised the price on all of them.”
“Again? The price keeps going up,” Jimmy said with a frown. He sighed and counted out his cash.
“Wait, Jimmy, let me,” Avery said. He handed over his credit card.
“Really? Awesome! Can I get one of those mango chutney ones?!” He was already running back to the shelf to get it. “Do you know what chutney is? Is it food?”
“Yes, it’s like… it’s just chopped up fruit, in a sauce.”
“What’s it smell like?”
“Usually just a bunch of spices and stuff.”
“So you can eat it?” Jimmy said as Gina rang up the candles.
Avery paused, unsure how stupid Jimmy actually was. “… Not the candle,” Avery said. “Actual chutney, yeah. It’s food. Don’t eat the candle.”
“Wow, I wonder what chutney smell is good for? Aroamingtherapy, that’s what you call it. Do you know? Do you think it’ll make me better at X-Box?” Jimmy asked. He was again shifting his weight back and forth like a hyperactive teenager (though he was clearly well into his twenties).
“Maybe,” Avery said. He caught a glimpse of Gina, who was politely bagging up Jimmy’s candles with a morose grimness to her face.
“So, why are you buying candles for me, man? Thanks a lot, by the way. Thanks. Thanks… Thank you. Thank you, sir.” He spoke with increasing seriousness every time he repeated himself. “Thank you.” He gave a bow. “My good sir.”
“No problem, Jimmy, glad to help. I actually have something you could do to earn some money,” Avery said. “I have a job for you, if you’re interested.” He walked out of the shop with Jimmy, who carried his scented candles.
“Oh cool, I need a new job, I hate delivering pizzas. Lemme call my boss and tell him to fuck off. He’s a prickface-“
“No, no-“
“He called his wife a bitch, which I think is wrong. I mean… it’s right, she is a bitch. But you’re not supposed to say that if you’re married to her. And he called Frankie a retard, which is totally not okay because he is a… He has… He’s messed up. It’s okay to call people retards if they’re not.” He paused. “I mean, I think you’re not supposed to do that either. But you’re really really not supposed to call actual retards retards.” He pulled out his phone. “Frankie’s hilarious anyway, he-“
“Jimmy, wait, don’t quit-“
“Hang on, I’m calling my boss. What’s this job you’re hiring me for?” He put the phone to his ear.
Avery could hear it ringing. “Wait! Jimmy, stop!” He grabbed the phone from him and hung up. “Jimmy, shut up, Jesus, listen to me for a minute. I’m not offering you a job. I’m offering you a one-time thing. It’ll take a couple hours, and then I’m leaving. Don’t quit your job. Christ, were you really going to quit because a stranger offered you a job? I didn’t even tell you what the job was or how much it paid.”
He blushed and smiled. “Oh yeah. It’s not a video game developer? That’s what I want to do. That’s what I was hoping for.” He looked genuinely surprised. Jimmy grinned. “They said you have to know about computers though.”
“Yeah, you have to know about computers,” Avery said, rolling his eyes. They were out of the mall now, in the parking lot. Jimmy said he walked to the mall today, so they went to Avery’s car.
“Or a stuntman. I think I’d be a good stuntman. See?” Jimmy flopped onto the ground and rolled back and forth like he was on fire. He screamed so loud he attracted attention from everyone else in the parking lot. Then he jumped to his feet and brushed gravel off his chest. “See? That was me on fire.”
“Cool, Jimmy. That’s neat. No, I’m not offering you a job as a stuntman.”
“So what is it? What is the job?” Jimmy finally asked. Avery couldn’t believe it had taken this long for him to actually ask what the job was. Avery wasn’t trying to hide it, Jimmy just kept talking, and Avery didn’t interrupt him. Avery unlocked his car, and Jimmy sat in the passenger seat.
“Wait… Jimmy… Just for future reference, when someone offers you a job, you should ask what that job is before you get in that stranger’s car,” he said. “And you should consider not getting in the car.”
“How else would I get the job? Should I ride on the roof? My uncle let me do that once when I was a kid. It was awesome. A ladybug flew up my nose. I think it’s still in there.”
Avery sighed. Jimmy was lucky he was cute. Avery didn’t want to sound threatening, so he didn’t explain his concerns in any detail. It was clear Jimmy would remain a fool for the time being regardless. “No, Jimmy. You’re fine. Just be careful, okay? Not everyone is as nice as me. Where do you live?”
Jimmy gave him directions, and he talked the whole way there. It wasn’t far. Avery parked outside a dingy apartment complex near a Taco Bell but not a good Taco Bell. Inside was a typical bachelor pad. It smelled like dirty clothes. There was a TV and a mattress, both on the floor. The trash can by the bed was filled mainly with used condoms and empty beer cans. A street sign reading Twitman Avenue was mounted on the wall — Jimmy later explained that he thought it said Twatman when he was drunk and didn’t realize until the morning that there was no joke there. Most of the living room was taken up by a bench press and free weights scattered around the floor.
“Do you wanna play X-Box?” he asked, running to the console like a kid on Christmas Day. He stopped himself. “Oh, wait, what’s this job? Do I need to wear nice clothes? I have a button-down shirt but there’s a stain on it that looks like pee. It’s not pee, it’s… well, I don’t know the polite word for it. Vaginajuice, I guess? Is that a word? Vagina pee?”
“Vagina pee is just pee, Jimmy.”
“Oh, yeah, I always forget women pee out of there.” He giggled like a schoolboy. “The thing about vaginas-“
“Stop talking about vaginas, Jimmy,” Avery said with a sigh. He watched as Jimmy lit a candle. The room filled with the scent of nuts and milk. Avery smiled. “I-“
“These are chestnuts. It’s a chestnut-eggnog candle. I think chestnut is a funny word, it makes me laugh every time I say it. I think its roaming therapy effect is… it makes me horny, but that’s probably not right. Oh wait, sorry, I mean… is that offensive? It makes me want girls. I think its roaming therapy is that it makes you wanna do it with hot chicks.” Then he blurted out, “With tits!”
“Jimmy…” Avery said. “Have you ever jacked off with a man? Or, y’know… cum in a guy?”
He had to be blunt to sneak the question in before Jimmy went off on another tangent. Jimmy cocked his head to the side like he didn’t understand the question. “What? No… Just y’know, pussy. Vagina, I mean. Vaginas. You know about vaginas, right?”
Avery narrowed his eyes to slits. “I’ve heard of them.” He sighed. “I’ll give you five hundred dollars to put it in my ass. You can do it real hard, as hard as you want. And I’ll swallow your dick deeper than any girl.”
Jimmy didn’t respond. For the first time — possibly ever in his life — he was speechless for a long time. He blushed a deep, dark red. “Are you serious? Five hundred dollars!” He jumped up and down. “Wait… Are you serious? You want…?” He was barely able to contain his glee. “But wait… is that allowed?”
“What?”
“Like… won’t I get in trouble?”
“For messing around with me? No. It’s just like jacking off.”
“But you’re not… Isn’t that like… I dunno, racist or something?”
“How would that be racist?”
“Not racist, but, I don’t know… intolerant, or something? Is it okay?” His eyes were bugged out. His face was as red as a cranberry.
“Yes, Jimmy. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell anyone at all,” he said.
Jimmy thought for a long time. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can-“
“You can look at pictures of hot chicks while you do it.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?! Oh, wow, okay then. Sure. I’ll do that. No problem. I mean… what if…? You know, I don’t know if… What if I don’t…? Or if I can’t…?”
“You’ll get hard, Jimmy, don’t worry,” Avery said.
He took a deep breath. He looked more and more nervous with every passing moment, like he had agreed just thinking about the money and now wasn’t sure if he could do it. “Can they be Asian chicks?”
“Yeah. Take off your shirt,” Avery said.
He did so. He laughed. His face was red, as was his chest. Avery didn’t mind — there was nothing more arousing than a nervous alpha. Jimmy had an amazing body. It wasn’t perfect by any means, he had a few pounds of padding on his belly (he was tall enough that he still had a flat stomach, just no six-pack) and a generally meaty build. But he clearly worked out a lot, and his body brimmed with powerful muscles.
He laughed more as Avery kissed his nipple. His pecs rippled beneath Avery’s tongue. His rolling laughter made it difficult for Avery to suck on his muscle, but Avery enjoyed chasing his body with his tongue. His thickness jiggled every time he moved.
“Hey, wait a sec, oh holy shit…” Jimmy mumbled to himself. He went into his bedroom and came back out with a handful of erotic magazines. He sat on the bench press and flipped through one until he found a picture of a sexy Asian woman spreading her legs. He sighed. “Ah, yeah, okay.” He showed Avery. “I like Asian chicks,” Jimmy said. “Is that okay? And I appreciate the culture. Like the tits. Diversity.”
“Fine with me,” Avery said and kneeled in front of him. He touched Jimmy’s dick, which twitched and which made Jimmy’s whole body spasm and shake. Jimmy gasped. He leaned back to give Avery better access to his crotch. His dick twitched in Avery’s grasp.
Then he leaned all the way back and laid onto the bench press, like he was going to work out. He had his magazine in hand, holding it above his head. He gripped it tightly and stared at it like it was a liferaft and he was drowning.
Avery pulled his jeans down and whistled at sight of Jimmy’s massive cock. He wasn’t kidding about it being too big for anal (for most girls, not for Avery, of course). He gave it a stroke and Jimmy laughed again. Jimmy watched his cock throb in Avery’s hand as though it was an action film and he was eager to see how it ended.
His cock perked up as Avery licked it and slathered spit overtop it, letting saliva run down the spongy shaft. It pulsated and firmed up in seconds when Avery really got to slurping on the knob, while his hands gently stroked the sensitive skin of his ballsac. Jimmy had huge hefty balls that felt perfect in Avery’s grip. Soon his shaft was as hard as Jimmy’s muscles, and it throbbed atop Avery’s tongue.
A cacophony of sounds escaped from Jimmy’s mouth. He kept his eyes tightly focused on the magazine, but he gurgled and grunted, moaned, sputtered, laughed and coughed all at once. He glanced down once his dick got hard, then muttered, “Oh god…” and held a tight focus on the magazine. His chest rippled. “Hmmm…”
Once he was good and hard, Avery pulled off his dick, smacking his lips as he savored the first few drops of precum. Jimmy sighed and laughed some more. One of his arms gripped the magazine, the other flailed uselessly over his body — it looked like he had an urge to touch Avery’s head, to guide him up and down, but he didn’t want to touch a man.
He mounted Jimmy, who grunted and lowered the magazine so that it literally covered his face. Then he gagged and dropped it. “Oh, man, I forgot I nutted all over that like a million times. Tastes like cum. Oh man, that smells so nasty.” He covered his face with one forearm, laughing so hard he turned red.
“So do all girls tell you your cock is too big for anal?” Avery asked as he lowered himself onto Jimmy’s dick.
Jimmy bit his lip and bucked. His hands fluttered above his chest, then grabbed the bench press beneath him — the bench was much narrower than his body, so it was awkward and it forced his muscular chest upwards, off the bench. Jimmy laughed and blushed. “Yeah. Yeah. Most girls won’t do it, at least not more than once.” He was about to add something else, but then moaned violently. His cock slid the rest of the way into Avery’s ass. “Oh god, that feels good… Just like a girl, kinda…” His eyes bugged out, and he kept his hands behind his head.
Avery grunted. He was momentarily overcome by pain and pressure in his ass. He struggled to accept it, and his ass gradually loosened. He swayed back and forth, making Jimmy gasp and sputter all over again.
Avery lifted himself up and slid back down Jimmy’s cock. Jimmy responded like he was tied up and had to struggle against the ropes. But of course he wasn’t tied up, the only reason he struggled was that Avery was atop him and Jimmy didn’t want to touch Avery, so there was nowhere to put his hands. Jimmy put his hands on the bench press beneath himself instead.
His muscles rippled beneath Avery’s touch. Jimmy responded like he was ticklish to Avery’s fingers rubbing his muscles — though it was hard to tell if Jimmy was laughing at that, or just generally laughing, since he hadn’t really stopped since his dick got hard, or since the candle shop, really. Laughter seemed to be his default state. He looked down at his body slick with Avery’s saliva and nervous sweat and watched his cock disappear into Avery’s asshole.
“Oh god, man, I can’t believe… Hey does this mean I’m a gigolo?” Jimmy asked. He covered his eyes again.
“Not technically,” Avery said, his voice tight and pinched as he accepted Jimmy’s massive manhood within him. “A gigolo gets paid by a woman for sex.”
“Do you know any women who…?”
“No. Sorry,” Avery said, orgasmic feelings welling up within him and making it hard to answer. “I think gigolos are fictional.”
“Can I tell people you were a woman?”
Avery smiled, closing his eyes briefly as wafts of pleasure spread up his body from his sensitive ass. Jimmy had no idea how much his cock was stimulating Avery’s prostate, making him writhe atop Jimmy’s rod. Avery’s hands explored the muscles of Jimmy’s chest. “I guess. But you could always do that, Jimmy.”
“What?”
“You could have made up a woman paying you for sex anytime. You could have made that up yesterday. You don’t need me to make that okay,” Avery said. His voice wavered and broke, as bliss flowed through his veins. His own cock throbbed in his hand.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess so. But this way, maybe people will believe me,” Jimmy said.
Avery didn’t see the logic of that, but he didn’t want to argue about it. He just said okay and kept riding his dick. Jimmy was on the verge of orgasm too. His veiny cockshaft pulsated in Avery’s ass.
“Hey do you know Terry?”
“What?”
“He’s my neighbor. He’s weird,” Jimmy said. He blushed even deeper red — Avery got the feeling Jimmy responded to anxiety (and everything else) by talking, that was why he was rambling. Jimmy frowned. “He always looks at me… Do you think he’d pay me too? I could do this again. He’s kinda… old. He’s like forty.”
“I don’t know him, Jimmy. You could ask. He might do it,” Avery said. “Now be quiet so you can cum.”
After a pause, Jimmy said, “I can cum when I talk. I talk a lot during sex. My girlfriend said I talk too much-“
“You do. She was right. Hush,” Avery said, his eyes closed, both hands massaged Jimmy’s flexing pecs. “If you’re gonna talk, it’s gotta be dirty talk.” He wanted to explain further and get Jimmy to do some dirty talk — he got the feeling Jimmy would giggle through it, but it would be fun to try. But the pressure and incipient orgasm in his ass made it impossible to focus.
“Oh, right. Like this…” He cleared his throat. “Oh, god, baby, yeah…” He kept laughing through his “dirty-talk”, which ruined the dirtiness of it.
Then, as though he was utterly shocked by it, Jimmy orgasmed. His laugh cut off in the middle, and his muscles all tensed at once. His face was tight and pinched like he was in agonizing pain. He looked at Avery for the first time since this had begun.
Avery climaxed too, shooting his load into the palm of his hand, some of it spilling onto Jimmy’s chest. A giant wad of cum filled up his ass, spraying jet after jet of creamy hot cum into his insides. Avery squirmed and gasped, his hands caressing Jimmy’s taut muscles.
Their simultaneous orgasms lasted what felt like forever to Avery. He loved getting plowed by straight boys. There was nothing better, he thought as he exulted in the unkempt scent of Jimmy’s body and the feel of his sticky cum seeping into Avery’s flesh. Jimmy shot a huge load, his whole body shaking, hair flying back and forth like a shaggy dog drying itself.
“Hell yeah…” Jimmy said with a tight grunt. He screwed up his eyes when he saw Avery’s cupped hand, in which he caught his own jizz, overflowed, meaning Avery’s cum coated Jimmy’s belly and ribs. “Ewww…” Jimmy said, but he was still moaning from the sensations in his cock too, as he spewed his last few drops of jizz up Avery’s guts.
Finally it was done. To tease Jimmy, Avery remained on his cock, shifting his hips back and forth. Every motion sent a wave of staggering pleasure through Jimmy’s body, making his muscles ripple, his scruffy hair tremble, his upper lip shake. Jimmy groaned, his face remaining a bright red dappled with sweat.
Jimmy opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a wordless moan. Avery giggled. He bent down and kissed each of Jimmy’s nipples, then pulled off his dick. Jimmy sighed grandly, his whole body spasming at Avery’s touch, and he limply flopped onto the bench press beneath him.
“Thanks, Jimmy. That was really hot…”
Avery looked for some tissues to clean himself and Jimmy with, but there were none in the living room. He found some paper towels in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but peer into the refrigerator too — it was a standard bachelor fridge, nothing but condiments, beer, hot dogs and leftover pizza. Avery slipped another fifty dollar bill in the fridge and added a note that read use this to buy real food, Jimmy. He left it unsigned, figuring Jimmy would probably think it a message from God.
He went back out to the living room. Jimmy’s body gleamed with sweat, but he had wiped the jizz off himself with his tee shirt, which now lay on the floor. He was limp all over, half-asleep. He grumbled when Avery wiped his dick off with a moistened paper towel. He lifted his head enough to watch Avery handle his meaty shaft, then laid back down.
He seemed to have totally forgotten about the money. Avery could have just walked right out. But he didn’t. He placed five hundred dollar bills on Jimmy’s pecs.
“Bye, Jimmy. Good luck.”
He lazily lifted one hand to wave goodbye. “Later, dude. Come by and see me again sometime.”

The Alpha in a Stringer

Avery loves alpha males, which is one reason he likes the Cornerside Gym — that’s where all the toughest, biggest and strongest alphas like to work out. But Avery didn’t realize what he was in for when one studly specimen of white trash approaches him, in desperate need of some release.

That means Avery is in for some intense man-on-man action in this grimy gym’s filthy sauna! Can Avery handle his newfound alpha’s superior manhood?

Read it now as an ebook!

Or read the whole thing here!

Avery Flowers joined the Cornerside Gym of Myrtle Beach to work out. He was finding it more difficult to maintain his lean, athletic body as he got older. He just wanted to work out somewhere there were few women, and the Cornerside Gym had a reputation as being a place for boxers, MMA and crossfit guys and serious bodybuilders. Most of the personal trainers and coaches working out of there have a history of steroid trafficking arrests. It was that kind of gym.
That was not a problem for Avery, who was a great admirer of the male form. The Cornerside Gym was crawling with men whose physiques made Avery’s mouth water. On his first day working out there, he was especially interested in this one broad-and-bulky type, a literal red neck and a figurative redneck who wore sweatpants, backwards hat and a sleeveless tee marked with the logos of several college football teams. He was blond and scruffy, with a thick, bushy beard and unkempt hair, wild eyes with drunken bloodshot veins around his irises. He had a certain white trash look that made Avery’s blood boil.
But the football boy got into his own routine at the pull-up bar on the other side of the gym from Avery on the treadmill. He wasn’t visible in the mirror either. Avery entertained himself on his phone for about thirty seconds. It’s funny how phones can be endlessly distracting when you want to pay attention to something else, but when you’re on the treadmill and need a distraction, the phone is dull and uninteresting.
Avery looked around the gym again. There were a couple old guys, this one hideous steroid freak Avery tried to avoid looking at because he was kind of nauseating, a trio of twinkish Asians who combined could almost outweigh an American sushi roll, a few other sad sacks and underweight banker-types, but not many men at the moment who caught Avery’s eye. A few more men were trickling in though, as the early morning headed towards noon.
Then he saw that that one blond trashy stud with the muscles of a Navy SEAL, muscles that were barely concealed by the string-like sleeveless muscle shirt he wore. He came back around the corner from the pull-up bars because he got a phone call, to which he spoke in hushed whispers. He paced angrily up by the door, where the treadmills were, and Avery pretended to involve himself in his phone so it wasn’t obvious how interested he was in the bulky man’s physique.
And he was trying to surreptitiously overhear the angry phone call the man made. With a woman who was screaming. Asking for something? Accusing him of something? He muttered something vituperative but quiet. Avery scrutinized his phone intently so it wouldn’t look like he was listening.
The trashy musclegod was constantly taking his backwards baseball cap off, touching his head as though rubbing his fingers through his hair — he didn’t have enough hair to actually do so, but he touched his scalp like he wanted to — and then put the backwards baseball cap back on.
Hitch! The woman on the phone was calling him Hitch. Or maybe bitch, but Avery was pretty sure it was Hitch.
Hitch made eye contact with Avery, who couldn’t tear himself away or conceal his massive boner. He was sure anyone who looked in his direction would see it. He blushed before anything else even happened, and felt for a moment of intense eye contact, it felt like Hitch’s powerful body was dripping sweat into Avery’s mouth. Avery could taste the salty acrid flavor of his flesh. Hitch rolled his eyes in Avery’s direction.
He probably even tasted like trailer park trash. Avery bet he tasted real bad. Men like Hitch were precisely the reason women hated this gym. They didn’t go here because it was the kind of low-class spot that had puddles of dripped sweat on the benches. Men don’t care about that stuff. Women can’t abide. Avery loved it.
When Avery looked away to avoid gawking at Hitch, he spied a gaggle of men coming out of the locker room together shirtless or in sleeveless shirts or those little half-shirts that football players wore, lifting weights, touching each other’s muscles, shooting funny-sexy videos for their YouTube channels. Avery’s face bloomed ruddy and dappled in nervous sweat.
That was when he saw Hitch coming over here. He had that awkward thick way of walking that heavy, strong-bodied men had, like his feet didn’t know how to carry a man of this size. Hitch wore one of those “stringers”, the tank tops with no sleeve or shoulder, just a thin strip of material that ran between the shoulderblades and over the spine, soaking up all that delicious backsweat. His muscles stretched and flexed with each step he took.
Hitch walked over to Avery, whispering in his ear with such sexiness that Avery nearly exploded with desire. “I seen the way you lookin’ at me,” he said with a thick Lowcountry-hick accent.
Avery stammered over his words. “Uh… Well, I…” He looked at his feet but found himself staring at Hitch’s huge shoes. You know what they say about guys with big feet… He got the feeling Hitch was implying he wanted Avery to jerk him off. That was what Avery wanted to do, and Hitch seemed like the type. But he could have meant he knew Avery was eavesdropping on his phone call. So Avery didn’t say anything in return. “Hmm… Uh, well…”
“Don’t say nothin’,” Hitch said with a sneer. “You one snivelin’ li’l pansy, ain’cha? I got sumpin you can do wit’ that dumb mouth of ya’s, if’n you want. Or if’n you don’t want, I don’t give a shit. Come on.”
Avery looked around to see if anyone else was listening, but the other men were all grunting as they worked out alone or in small groups. No one paid attention to him and Hitch, who turned to walk away without checking if Avery followed.
Avery did follow though. Of course he did. He would love to get bullied some more by this foul-armpitted muscle-man in a stringer. Avery wanted to suck that fabric clean. A stringer has such little fabric to begin with that as soon as the wearer starts sweating, it becomes sweat-soaked. That was the main reason to wear one, really. If an alpha male athlete knows whatever shirt he wears will soon be a sweat-soaked rag, he might as well wear one with as little fabric as possible. It’s for when you want to be shirtless but decorum or state law or whatever prohibits. Hitch, wearing that stringer his muscles bulged out of, loomed tall and strong ahead of Avery, who was a little scared — what if this was a prelude to a beating? That seemed eminently possible.
“C’mon, brah, lift that shit! Do it! Do it!” One man was trying to get another one pumped up as he did a bench-press. He slapped the younger man’s pectoral muscles, which were bare, gleaming, growing larger seemingly as Avery walked by watching and licking his lips.
He followed Hitch into the locker room, into a deserted corner in the back of the showering area, behind a curtain. Avery knew this was potentially dangerous, that Hitch was an obviously disreputable lout — he literally had Bad Boy tattooed on his neck — and slice of white trash and that he could be walking into an ambush. But Hitch was had better muscles than any man Avery had ever seen, and he was so horny he wasn’t sure he could resist even if he wanted to.
“G’on, then, do it, sissy.”
So when Hitch pulled his cock out and pushed Avery down to the ground, refusing to let him do any of “that sissy shit” like play with his thick pecs and biceps, Avery was so turned on he swallowed Hitch’s cock right down. He had a long, thick shaft that was dripping with rancid sweat, which Avery savored and suckled. It smelled like he hadn’t showered in a couple days, and Avery wondered, not for the first time, if Hitch was homeless.
Without thinking about it, his fingers crept back up, underneath Hitch’s stringer. He barely caught a feel of his hard pecs and nipples before Hitch swatted his hand back.
“If’n you keep tryna-a feel me up, sissy, I will beat you senseless, maaaahn, foolish mug,” he murmured. He sneered down at Avery, whose head worked up and down Hitch’s rapidly firming up cock. “Goddamn, shit, lick that cock, boy, goddamn…” Hitch murmured. He slapped Avery’s cheek, not real hard but hard enough to make a loud ringing sound. Avery put one of his hands on Hitch’s ballsac, gently stroking his scrotum, while his other hand jacked himself off. Hitch grunted and again slapped Avery on the cheek, a little harder this time. “Back in prison, we had one sneak to the fence j’st ‘bout e’ry Sunday, on account of they know the guards don’t have ‘nough folks workin’ on Sundays to monitor the fence. They gives us couple bucks to jerk us off through the fence.” Hitch grumbled and grunted. “That you?”
Avery tried to answer — he had never done that but absolutely would if he found out where exactly — but Hitch didn’t let up on his throat, so he just mumbled the best he could with a full mouth. He flickered his tongue up and down Hitch’s shaft, making sure he got every drop of sweat off there.
He could taste that prison-life in Hitch’s body. Avery had thought at first he might have been talking shit, but Avery had jerked off enough guys to taste the different kinds of men. Hitch had a musky metallic quality, like sucking on a copper penny that had been marinated in ball-sweat for hours, and Avery had learned long ago to associate that with ex-cons. It was like those steel corridors and handcuffs and rough-hewn, poorly-washed clothing had seeped into their skin — more prosaically, Avery thought they tasted similar because they ate the same, mostly canned food and wore the same brands of clothes washed with the same brands of detergent. He preferred to imagine it as the taste of prison life though.
The sour, salty flavor of precum coated his tongue, and Avery moaned as he shot a load in his own pants. Hitch didn’t even seem to notice that Avery had jacked off. Hitch might have made Avery stop if he had seen it.
Avery quickened his rhythm on Hitch’s cock, struggling to choke the whole thing down. He nuzzled it deeply until his nose was buried in Hitch’s pubic hair, and by now, Avery was reaching up to massage Hitch’s pecs and around to play with his plump asscheeks — Hitch had allowed him to do it now that his dick was hard, and all he could think about was getting deeper in Avery’s ass. Hitch had never taken his workout shorts off, they were just down around his ankles, so he couldn’t really move forward without tripping (or without picking his shorts up). That meant he couldn’t effectively throat Avery down, he had to keep leaning forward, almost losing his balance, trying to grip Avery’s head without losing his balance.
“You disgusting,” Hitch said with a loud hoot. He slammed his fist into the wall and let out a moan. “Disgustin’, yeah, but you got a fine mouth, boy, goddamn!”
Avery choked as Hitch began plowing his face even harder. He had finally gotten a good grip on his skull, and Avery submitted to the aggressive throating. He could deep-throat like few others. Hitch pushed Avery’s head against the wall of the locker room and began slamming into him. With every flex of his hips, the lockers rattled behind Avery.
The locker room door swung open, and Avery heard footsteps and Southern-tinged laughter.
“Hitch, you in here?” asked one of the men. “Or’d you beat that sissy down?”
A couple deep voices filled the locker room with their laughter.
“Over here,” Hitch said. “Got the sissy swinging on my dick.”
The other men turned the corner and saw them. They burst into laughter. Avery was embarrassed, but it seemed Hitch was even more so. They had known he was going to do this, but they hadn’t really believed it. It was especially funny because Hitch had a shocked look on his face, like he never thought dome from a man would feel good. He muttered and looked away, his face and chest flush as he slammed Avery against the wall. He was plowing Avery’s throat even harder now, no doubt showing off to his friends, Avery thought, not that he minded.
And though Avery tried to stand up, Hitch had him pinned against the wall. Hitch’s muscular frame jiggled up and with his thrusts, as Hitch and his gym-rat buddies laughed together. Hitch rammed his hips again and again, forcing every inch of his cock down Avery’s choking throat. Avery dug his nails into Hitch’s backside, but Hitch was relentless. The sweat dappled and twinkled as it evaporated off Hitch’s prison-tatted muscles.
“Watch,” Hitch said with a cruel sneer. He glared down at Avery, then looked up at his buddies and laughed. “I gonna make this sissy spit my spunk out his nose. You hear that, sissy? We gonna play a game. It’s called Choke-the-Sissy.”
His balls slammed against Avery’s chin. Hitch used one hand to pinch Avery’s nostrils shut, and the other to massage his neck. The other guys got closer, then backed away because they didn’t want to get splashed with cum.
Hitch closed his eyes. He looked almost pained, like he had to struggle to bust a nut. He murmured a little, and he flexed his biceps and his traps. Avery was pinned straight-up against the wall at this point, Hitch’s balls resting on his chin as Avery’s lungs cried out for oxygen. Hitch moved his waist in little circles, like he was making love to every inch of Avery’s gullet, which spasmed and choked.
Maybe it was that spasm that finally triggered Hitch’s orgasm. He grunted and slapped Avery — hard this time — really hard — just as he reached his climax, and pleasure visibly rippled through Hitch’s chest muscles. Jizz spurted into Avery’s belly, Hitch’s cock extending down so deep it was past Avery’s tongue and he didn’t taste it.
He let go of Avery’s nose just as he shot his load right down his throat. Avery let loose a torrent of choked coughing, but Hitch kept his dick in place, so the cum spurted out Avery’s nostrils. It sprayed in a giant wad into Hitch’s wiry crotch hair.
“Ah, shit, he’s doing it!”
“It’s happening!”
“Oh god…”
“Eww, nasty!”
They all laughed and clutched each other as though they might get splashed, which was a real possibility. A huge cumwad sprayed from Avery’s nostrils and soaked Hitch’s meaty frame. More kept coming. At this point Avery’s sore throat couldn’t clench even if he wanted to, and Hitch was back to ramming his dick back and forth, moaning again and again as his orgasm ran through him.
He shot a huge load, or maybe Avery just choked up a huge amount of creamy spit, or both. In any case, he made a huge cummy mess on the floor and on Avery’s chest. Hitch’s cock was covered in his own cum and more of Avery’s spit, which Avery sucked up loudly as he tried to regain his breath. The watching men alternately laughed and groaned.
“Alright,” Hitch said. His dick dangled in front of his crotch, and when he swayed, it slapped into the soupy mess on Avery’s face. “Let’s clean up and go find some bitches..” He was ruddy and covered in sweat.
And that was it. Hitch and his friends went off, to find bitches, presumably.
Avery thought it was a one-time thing, that surely a stud like Hitch wouldn’t be interested in plowing a sissy on a regular basis. He must have had bitches to fuck, right?
But the next week he saw Hitch again, and knew right away from the look in his eyes that Hitch wanted another go. The muscle-bound hick was doing bench presses in another stringer, a tattered old one with a Confederate flag on it. Avery saw him when he walked by and glanced in his direction. He tried to remain aloof but saw Hitch watching him out of the corner of his eye.
Hitch approached him later, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered, “Hey, I got a better place we could go this time. We ain’t gotta rush like before.”
“Hey, I didn’t, uh… I mean, yeah, fine,” Avery said, shocked that once again Hitch had approached him instead of the other way around. He forgot any of the things he wanted to say. All he could think about was being used and abused again.
Obviously, he agreed to follow Hitch.
This time, Hitch brought him back to a room where unused equipment sat. It looked and smelled like a gym, just with more dust and less sweat in the air. Plastic exercise mats and disused weights were scattered about, among machines that seemed possibly broken or simply out-of-date. A couple treadmills were back there too, each one with a post-it note listing what was wrong with it.
Hitch unceremoniously dropped his workout shorts and jockstrap, letting his dick flop out. He kept the stringer on. It was so wet with sweat it was plastered to his skin. Of course a stringer is just a narrow strap of fabric running down the center of the back and chest, so almost his entire torso was revealed. Avery stroked his cock, using Hitch’s own sweat as grease. His heart began pounding again as he wondered how private this room was — it wasn’t locked, and it wasn’t even marked as off-limits.. He kissed Hitch’s chest and licked his nipple, letting his tongue run up and down Hitch’s powerful torso. Acrid sweat smeared over Avery’s face.
Hitch again batted his face away, just like last time. “Nah,” he said. “We ain’t makin’ love. You wanna get it up the ass, get started and jerk it. Quit playing games.”
That momentary taste of Hitch’s nipple gave Avery a shot of adrenaline, and his own dick popped into full erection. “You need to quit playing games,” Avery said without thinking about it. He slathered his tongue on Hitch’s pecs, which rippled and twitched when Hitch grunted. Avery didn’t want to risk losing this chance to jerk off this alpha once more, but he didn’t like being lectured. “If you want dome, I want a taste of your chest. I wanna see what those nipples taste like, and I wanna lick the sweat off your body.” With an overexcited cluck of his tongue, Avery rammed his own hardon onto Hitch’s thigh, which he humped until Hitch shoved him to his feet. He left a sheen of precum on Hitch’s sweat-greasy thigh.
“Alright you bitch-ass punk, I don’t gotta be nice,” he said. He shoved Avery to his knees. “This ain’t ’bout you, and I ain’t wastin’ my time so’s you can lick my chest.” He smacked Avery in the cheek. “You a sissy, you got me hard, now you is finishin’ me off.”
Avery wanted to stand his ground and demand some respect, but he didn’t want to risk missing that opportunity. He glared up at Hitch, whose handsome face glared right back. Hitch grabbed ahold of Avery’s ears, just like before, and held his head in place for maximum fucktoy-use. He had big, sweaty balls that slapped against Avery’s chin as he began working his dick into Avery’s throat.
Just like before, Avery choked — but earlier this time — and Hitch didn’t stop. Avery didn’t want him to stop, but still, when he tapped Hitch on the meat of his asscheeks, Hitch just rammed harder at his tender throat. The familiar flavor of manflesh assaulted Avery’s senses, and he moaned around the cock in his throat. He suckled all the fluids and precum off it, letting all of Hitch’s macho juices flow into him.
“Hey, let’s turn it round,” Hitch said with a laugh. “We can do this right. There’s only one good way to cornhole a punk in the throat. Learnt this in prison, watch this.” Hitch dragged Avery by the head to a slanted bench — that must have been why he chose this room, cuz this bench was in here. Avery laid on it backwards, so his throat was arched upward as he leaned his head back to let Hitch ram his mouth.
Avery opened his mouth again, and Hitch rammed it in. This time his cock easily pushed all the way in, so Avery’s nose was buried in the thick, coppery bush around his balls. The scent of sweat was overwhelming, and Avery shot his load onto his own chest and belly with just a few tugs of his dick.
“I ain’t say you could jack off,” Hitch said. He growled and open-hand slapped Avery on his belly, right in the puddle of jizz — it was just a slap, but it was hard, and Avery cringed in pain. “Now we gonna do something really nasty,” Hitch said. “Actually you gonna do something real nasty. You ready for that?”
Avery nodded the best he could with Hitch’s cock shoved down his throat. The precum leaked out of his lips and stuck to his chin, and some of it came out his nose too, just like last time. The movement prompted Avery to gag violently, which made Hitch sneer, watching gobs of spit spill out of Avery’s mouth.
The smell of saliva was thick and cloggy in the air. Hitch let his dick plop out, and he snickered as Avery’s face turned red and he heaved for breath. Tendrils of saliva connected Avery’s heaving mouth and nose to Hitch’s dick.
Hitch turn around and bent over. “I know you know how to do this, bitch,” he said. “Not even the filthiest female sluts like eating ass though. So you is my only chance to do it real nasty. Get ya sissy tongue all the way up there, bitch.”
Avery wasn’t really a rimjob-lover, so he would have said no if asked, but it was somehow more arousing that he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and in any case, he wanted nothing more than to taste the musty sweat dripping down oHitch’s body. Avery dove in enthusiastically, separating Hitch’s toned, jiggling asscheeks with his fingers. He had a slick buttcrack, covered in sweat from his workout. Avery jerked every drop of it up.
Still gathering his breath from that throating a few seconds, Avery went to work on the asshole, slipping his tongue directly inside. The musky, filthy taste overwhelmed him, and Avery reached his hands around Hitch’s body to jack him off. Hitch’s huge cock throbbed in Avery’s fingers, spewing copious precum that lubed up Avery’s hands.
Hitch flexed his hips, moving his body up and down, rubbing his asshole on Avery’s face and tongue like a dog with an infected ass. His big muscles shifted with every move, and he let out an uncontrollable moan. For the first time, he seemed to be losing control, his passion and lust overtaking him.
“Man, you is nasty,” Hitch muttered. He drew his stringer up high so it wouldn’t get in Avery’s way, as Avery slathered his ass in spit. His asshole loosened as Avery jabbed his tongue farther and farther in, wiggling it around, poking at his spongy prostate. The funk was intense and marvelous, and Hitch let out a howl of intense pleasure. His muscles rippled under that stringer from his shoulders to his thighs, which Avery gripped as he lapped at Hitch’s asscrack. His tongue ran from the taint to the small of his back, but Avery paid special attention to Hitch’s tight hole. His tongue explored the rim and entered the hole, which made Hitch grunt and howl again and again.
When he could resist no longer, without a single word of warning, Hitch turned around and rammed his cock back down Avery’s throat. His shaft spasmed and spat a thick load of cum. It sank into Avery’s gullet, filling him up with hot, sticky fluid.
More and more came out, and since Hitch still wore that now-disgusting stringer — its paltry fabric soaked in several body fluids — it was draped over Avery’s face, as he no longer held it up. All Hitch cared about now was his orgam, which overwhelmed him and made him cry out loud. He aggressively held Avery’s head in place, though Avery didn’t try to move it away.
Avery swallowed every drop of his jizz, savoring the flavor as Hitch stood up and sneered at him. His heart pounding, Avery cowered beneath him. It tasted salty and warm and a little grimy, which was exactly the flavor Avery liked best.
“You’re nasty,” Hitch said, sweat pouring down his forehead. He took off his stringer and pulled up his workout shorts. He tossed the nasty-wet stringer at Avery. “Luckily, that’s the only quality I like in you.”
“Me too,…” Avery said. He caught the stringer tank top, which he wadded up into a ball and inhaled from deeply. “You smell nasty too…” A long, low moan came outta Avery, as the scent sent him reeling. Then he passed Hitch his business card. Avery sucked up more of the sweat and jizz clinging to the stringer. “Call me. Anytime.”