Rob can have his pick of roughnecks, but he knows which one he wants — the filthiest, raunchiest one around! His name is Tex, he’s hairy, sweaty and stinks like man! Can Rob drink his fill of this raunchy roughneck?!
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When Rob arranged for the encounter at Oil Rig Delta-69, an oil rig in a remote part of North Dakota, he was deliberately vague about what he wanted. Roughnecks were one of the easiest kind of guys to mess with — the only hard part was getting to them at their workplaces. When they were off-duty, they plowed into women, no matter how ugly or skanky. But when they were stuck on oil rigs far from civilization, Rob could have his pick — which was a fine way to spend his summer vacation. There was a tradition on oil rigs — you gotta get a nut off wherever you can when the nearest woman is a hundred miles away was how it was put to Rob. That was a tradition he could get behind (or more often, in front of).
The locker room stank to high heaven, which meant Rob was rock-hard from the moment he walked in. He loved the smell of sweat and toil, filth, grease and raunchy bodyjuice. The men were loud and boisterous. He had insisted he get his pick before anyone showered, so the scent was freshly rank.
Space was at a premium, and the locker room was crowded. About fifty hairy, unkempt men were crammed in, asses to elbows. When they saw Rob, everyone fell silent. He squeezed through the crowd as someone began to hoot.
“Who you gonna pick?”
“Pick Albert, he got a big ol’ schlong-“
“Fuck you, man, shut yer mouth.”
But Rob knew whom he wanted. He just wanted to take his time. He brushed past all of the men, most of whom were naked, or at least stripped to their boxers. He snaked his tongue into the nooks and crannies of their bodies, teasing bits of armpit sweat, biceps, and even a lick of one plump young hairy buttcheek.
“Albert’s over there-“
“He’s the one you want, I’m sure-“
“Shut the fuck up!”
Albert was indeed very handsome. Rob went over to him — it was clear which one he was because he was blushing and insisting Rob not choose him. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a jutting jaw, the kind of guy who seems handsome until you really look at him, a bit too tall and scruffy for most women (though Rob suspected that, when he cleaned himself up and went out on the town, he was very successful with chicks). He had a deep voice, a hairy chest and a grizzled chin. Rob licked his sweat-soaked pecs, prompting a torrent of laughter.
The other guys all suggested Albert because he was the most classically handsome, the one that girls had hit on the most in the past. Rob wouldn’t have turned him down.
But Rob had promised to pay for all of these men to have a wild weekend off, as long as he got his taste of whichever one he chose. He did not want Albert. Rob liked a particular kind of man. Albert was entirely too handsome.
He had known who his target was before he ever got to North Dakota. He wanted Joseph, the one they called Tex. He sucked on Albert’s nipple, his pec nervously throbbing and flexing in Rob’s mouth, while everyone else sighed with relief, thinking they had not been chosen. Albert groaned — he had probably suspected he’d be the one picked. He endured Rob’s tongue on his chest and belly like a man letting his doctor palpate him, just getting through it and rolling his eyes until it was done.
But then Rob pointed to Tex, who was shocked at the sudden reversal. Everyone laughed like it was a joke.
Tex was not classically handsome at all — he was chubby, craggy, rough, grizzled, with a big nasty scar running across his neck like he had been nearly decapitated once. He was also very hairy, especially on his back, a thick nest of sweat-matted kinky black hairs extending down to his ass. That was what Rob wanted.
Tex’s hefty body and hairy back were exactly what he had been searching for. Tex blushed — he was very tan, so it wasn’t real obvious at first, but when the other roughnecks realized that Rob wanted Tex instead of Albert, they clapped and hooted and slapped Tex’s ass until he barked at them to stop. Soon Tex was beet-red even through his tan skin.
“Hey, why you wanna service him? He’s a hairy motherfucker!”
“Yeah, I thought he’d be last on ya list.”
“You must like it dirty.”
Rob smiled. He kissed Tex right on that scar on his neck. He bristled a bit but allowed it. His whole body was stiff like a robot. Rob rammed his hand down Tex’s paper-thin white boxers — were they prison-issue boxers? They looked like it, Rob thought — and grabbed his dick. It was throbbingly huge, and it perked up like he was very horny, or maybe he just liked attention.
“I like hairy backs,” Rob said. He turned Tex around and licked all the way up from the small of his back to his shoulders — as far as Rob could reach on his short legs. He snuffled down every drop of sweat he found. There was so much hair that Rob’s tongue got stuck there, and had to push through the fur. Tex bent his knees a bit, sticking his ass out and lowering his back enough that Rob could run his tongue all the way up to his neck. The hair continued up his spine that whole way.
The roughnecks cheered as Tex snorted and chuckled. He sort of dance a little on his feet, like an athlete warming up before practice. Rob kept a tight hold on his limp dick the whole time.
They all thought this was hilarious because Rob was not alone in servicing their alpha male manhoods. A handful of slim, effeminate man came by from time to time doing the same thing. Sometimes they offered money, sometimes they wanted to film it, sometimes they brought women along as a teaser — the roughnecks liked that last option the best — but they never went straight to Tex. A few were willing to service any man, no matter how hairy and stinky, but most had restrictions. Tex failed those restrictions. He was too hairy and not habitual enough about showering. Those prettyboys with mouths like silk only wanted the handsome men with six-packs and smooth skin, or smooth for a roughneck anyway: men like Albert.
Not Tex. Nobody ever came to service Tex. Nobody ever wanted to take Tex’s pictures for a “physique magazine that would only be sold in Prague”.
“Get down on all fours so I can lick your butthole,” Rob said, blushing. He had to whisper it to Tex, who cheered along with the others even though he looked mortified. He got down on all fours and covered his head, so his face was near the shower drain, just in front of the bank of lockers against one wall.
Rob planted his face right down there in the crack of Tex’s ass. It was so hairy that Rob’s tongue couldn’t even get to the hole. He encountered a thick tangle of greasy hair, and Rob began by teasing it clear with his tongue.
“Ah, fuck…” Tex moaned. He covered his face and howled into the floor like a sad wolf. The sound boomed and echoed in the metal-walled showering area.
“He’s lickin’ ya ass like a inside-out lollipop…”
“Damn, Tex, I ain’t nevuh realize how hairy you is. You like a sasquatch.”
“No wonder girls ain’t into ya, man, you gotta shave!”
“Fuck you!” Tex roared. He lifted his head up to reveal a bright red face. His scraggly beard hairs quivered. “Y’all wanna shave my back and my ass?”
“No way!”
“Fuck that shit, I ain’t goin’ near it!”
Tex frowned. “See? I can’t shave it myself,” he said. He groaned and looked behind himself at Rob’s face disappearing between his cheeks. He gagged at the sight. “Aw, fuck I feel it! I feel it, man! His tongue is in my ass, man, I feel it!”
He didn’t actually feel it — Rob didn’t say anything, but Tex was mistaken: Rob had made contact with his asshole, but hadn’t actually gotten his tongue in there yet. He just teased the rim and sucked up all the sweat and grime from his crack.
“He got his tongue in there, man!” Tex said. He laughed nervously, a deep belly laugh that made his asshole flare and open wide.
Rob used the opportunity to plunge his tongue all the way in through the forest of asshair. He got a burst of stale, stinky musk on his tongue. It made him croon and moan. He had rarely gotten such a delicious asshole, and he was glad — this was already worth the thousand mile trip to this remote section of North Dakota.
“Aw, fuck! Aw, fuck!” Tex looked like he was about ready to cry. He gasped and moaned while his friends hooted and teased him. He stuck his face up in the air. His muscles were all tense, perfectly still except for his ass, which undulated uncontrollably. He rubbed his ass all over Rob’s tongue.
“Holy shit, Tex, you really into that. If you like stickin’ stuff up ya asshole, I got somethin’ you could try.”
“Texans are always into it. Texans love butt-stuff. That’s a fact.”
“Fuck you guys.” Tex’s voice was weak and distracted.
“Damn you nasty, Tex! You smell like mah armpits when I spend too much time around white men!” someone said, prompting a chorus of laughter from the others. The roughneck who said that got down real low and squeezed Tex’s cheeks like a doting grandmother. Tex swatted his hands away.
“Get off me, man.” Tex let out a long, slow growl. He probably intended for it to be menacing, but he was so aroused it just sounded like a seductive moan.
Now that Rob had been lapping at it for a few minutes, Tex’s ass was wide open. Tex cringed and squirmed as Rob’s tongue filled him up. Rob could feel Tex’s spongy prostate, and he teased it, giggling into the man’s hairy asshole when it made Tex shake and gasp.
When Rob reached underneath Tex’s body, between his legs, to grab his dick, Tex chuckled. “Ah, damn, he’s doin’ it, man, he doin’ it… Ah shit, ah shit…”
“You lookin’ pretty nice bent over on all fours, Tex. He got ya asshole all loosened up with that tongue… You wanna stick me in the butt?”
“I will destroy you if you try anythin’, man,” Tex said with a grunt. He lifted his upper body off the ground, groaning as though it hurt to do so with Rob’s tongue in his ass. Tex reached for his friend to punch him, but he twitched and fell back onto his hands and knees as Rob’s tongue rammed into his prostate.
The other roughnecks burst into laughter. They teased the red-faced Tex mercilessly as Tex shuddered and shook. His cock leaked precum into Rob’s fingers, and his hairy ass clenched around Rob’s face. His powerfully muscled body shook as the others whooped and slapped him on the fur-coated booty.
“Gonna ride you like a cowboy, hoss!” said one redneck, a lean and lanky one with a colorful tattoo of a bald eagle on his lower back. He had a big, long dick swaying between his legs. He mounted Tex’s back, just in front of Rob’s face in his ass. He plopped himself on Tex, bare cock and balls landing on Tex’s writhing back muscles, as though he was gonna hump Tex’s spine — which he might very well do, as the men of Oil Rig Delta-69 did get off on each other’s backs and armpits when there were no women or effeminate men around. Nobody did it on Tex’s back cuz of all the hair. Anyway, the bald eagle-tatted redneck on Tex’s back did rub his dick on Tex’s spine as though to hump him, but he didn’t try to get hard.
“Get off me!” Tex yelled. He squirmed and would have thrown the would-be cowboy off his back, but the man just stood. He hesitated there, waiting with his balls resting on Tex’s spine. He cackled until Rob moved his tongue from Tex to the other man’s ass, so quick nobody noticed until it was too late.
He just rammed his tongue in for a second, and the other man blushed a bright red. He danced away so fast he slipped on the wet floor and landed in a pile of roughnecks. Rob giggled, crawled over and threw himself on the same pile.
“Fuck you!”
“Get ya cock off me, bitch!”
This tiny showering area was seemingly made for maybe twenty men — there were fewer than two dozen showerheads. But there were fifty men in here, and they all had tried to stay as far away from the rimjob as possible. So all fifty men were crammed in a space so tight they rubbed up against each other. They didn’t seem to mind too much — that kind of situation happened a lot on oil rigs. But it did mean that, when the one guy darted away and into the crowd of men, he knocked just one or two people over. The whole space was so crowded that it caused a chain reaction, and soon most of the men were in a hairy, muscle-bound pile of flesh.
And that was where Rob went. He knew it wouldn’t last long, and it wouldn’t be as much fun in reality as it seemed in his mind — these kinds of things never really were. The men disentangled themselves pretty quickly, and Rob just stuck his tongue out to lick whatever he could get. That meant he got a lot of dusty elbows and glancing licks, a few brief touches of limp cockmeat, that was about it.
But Rob hardly minded. The best thing about it was not so much that he got to touch lots of men, it was that they pulled away from him so forcefully that, when they stood, they were in an even smaller area. They were virtually dry-humping each other now. Rob saw fat redneck cocks disappearing into hairy asscracks, muscles rubbing on muscles, hands tightened into fists that dangled stiffly at their sides.
That’s how it went on the rig. Rob wished sometimes he could work at one of these places without jerking the men off. That’d be tough to resist — and Rob didn’t have any way of getting hired at an oil rig anyway — but if he did, he’d get to mess around like this, participate in the horseplay. Even as Rob watched, one older man was shooting his nut on a younger roughnecks back, and nobody treated that as a big deal. As long as they were in the shower and could just wipe it off, it was consider a faux pas to even complain.
“I’ll kick ya ass, man, I swear to God. You had best get ya dick off my ass.”
“Jerry’s hard!”
“No, I ain’t man, I just got a big dick.”
“Ah shit that hurt, you accidentally kicked me in the nuts when you knocked into me, man.”
“How do ya know it was an accident, fucker?”
They continued to trash-talk each other. They continued to demand that the others spread out some more, since there was a pretty big area in front of Tex, but no one wanted to get close to the action. The ones who were nearest complained about “splashback”, while the others complained about the smell of roughneck sweat filling up the shower. Tex still blushed a deep beet-red. He had plopped himself down on his ass on the floor. He looked at Rob with a big nervous grin on his face.
“So, uh, you wanna jack me off now?”
“Hell yeah, but only if you promise to let me deep-throat you,” Rob said, prompting a nervous giggle from Tex — even his giggles were so loud and baritone they echoed — and laughing jeers from the others. Rob got down on the ground, laying on his belly.
He plopped Tex’s fat cock in his mouth. It was salty and hot, iron-hard already. It filled up Rob’s throat, prompting a torrent of choked gags as Rob took in as much as he could.
He was a very good deep-throater. Rob was a perfectionist though, so he was disappointed when Tex’s fat cock proved to be too thick to swallow all the way. Rob got just close enough he could feel Tex’s wiry pubic hair on his nose.
“Damn, Tex, he got you deep!”
Tex threw his head back and moaned so violently it sounded like a cry for help. He covered his eyes with one hand. His powerful torso trembled. His muscles all flexed at once.
An explosion of salty precum hit Rob’s tongue. He moaned and swallowed down every drop, gurgling moistly to make enough noise he could be heard over the catcalls and laughter. It was clear no one had ever deep-throated Tex, at least not anywhere’s near as deep as Rob got.
“He get you off better than Mariah!”
“He got better tits than Mariah too! She got them saggy old titties!”
From their continued joking, Rob gathered that Mariah was a prostitute who charged them only five dollars for a behind-the-dumpster blowjob. Every time they had leave in town, they swore they’d get a different girl — a non-whore — and seduce her, and every time, the vast majority of them ended up getting a blowjob from Mariah as she smoked crack behind a dumpster.
A loud, powerful howl emanated from Tex’s throat. It made him wince and blush as his coworkers all fell silent, watching his muscles writhe and squirm beneath Rob’s mouth. His cock was on the verge of orgasm: Rob could feel that in the throbbing of his shaft and the juicy heaviness of his balls, just beginning to rise up in his sac.
Rob pulled off. Tex barked incomprehensibly, his whole body jerking in frustration. Rob licked a trail up his chest, slurping off every drop of sweat. Tex had been sweaty from the day’s work, and he hadn’t showered yet, so there was a layer of dusty, sun-drenched musk, clinging to his hairy flesh. Rob teased every kinky black hair with his tongue, cleaning all the sweat off his pecs, his flat but not six-packed abs, his bulging biceps and firm calves. He even sucked on Tex’s hairy toes.
But beneath the day’s sweat lay a more fresh musk, a rutting smell, like pure, bottled sex itself. That was the sweat generated right now, by Tex’s plowing. It had both a sourness and a sweetness that made Rob crave more. This, he thought, should be bottled and sold. It was intensely salty, with a metallic afternote that reminded Rob of licking the filthy steel floor and walls of the oil rig’s showering area.
Rob plopped his ass down on Tex’s cock. Tex’s eyes were closed, both forearms covering his face. Rob lowered himself on Tex’s cock, grunting when there was a burst of pain. Tex’s dick was thick enough to hurt even for Rob’s well-practiced ass.
“Stick him, Tex! Fuck him! Hell yeah!”
“We ain’t gonna have to settle for Mariah this weekend! We gonna get that big-tittied chick!”
It sounded like they all agreed to fuck the big-breasted prostitute, like they had been planning on saving up to fuck her anyway. They clapped and hooted, cheering Tex on.
Rob timed his orgasm perfectly — he was an expert at doing that. He faced Tex and rode him in the cowgirl position, so when Tex reached his own climax and Rob allowed himself to do so at the same time, Rob sprayed his wad all over Tex’s hairy chest.
Tex gasped and boomed, his callused fingers gripping Rob’s ass and holding him down deep on his cock. Hot cum spurted into Rob, each drop teasing his prostate into releasing more orgasm in Rob’s veins. It flowed through him. He moaned loud enough to be heard over the cheering and jeering of the other rednecks.
“Aaaaaaaaah!” Tex moaned as pleasure wafted through his body. His muscles tensed. A symphony of emotions played out on his face — pleasure from the orgasm, of course, but also disgust at the sight of another man’s cum plastering his chest hair to his skin, humiliation at the realization that his friends were going to tease him for getting cum on his body, pride that his big cock was going to get a nice weekend off for all of his buddies, and a bit of fear like he thought it might hurt to have cum on his chest.
Finally it was all over. Tex gasped and his whole body jerked. His cock twitched within Rob, who threw his head back and howled as his own orgasm continued. The dick in his ass sent wave after wave of white-hot pleasure up his spine. His toes curled, and his fingers tightened into claws that dug at Tex’s meaty chest.
“Alright, weirdo, you got what you paid for,” Tex said, his voice weak and breathless. “You can get off me now.”
“Okay, okay,” Rob said. He sighed. Both he and Tex were sweaty enough to be slippery. When Rob leaned on Tex’s sweat-and-cum-coated chest to support himself, his hands slipped right off. Rob landed with a grunt on Tex’s chest, his cock still in Rob’s ass. Rob moaned as a post-orgasmic burst of bliss hit him, while Tex grunted and shook like a wet dog — it wasn’t clear if he enjoyed his limp dick in Rob’s ass or if his sense of disgust outweighed it, especially now that Rob leaned forward, balls dragging on Tex’s belly, smearing his cumwad all over his hairy torso.
Finally Rob rolled off. They both breathed an intense sigh of relief. The ruddiness drained away from Tex’s face, and he watched with a bemused, faintly disgusted look on his face as Rob licked all the sweat off Tex’s hairy chest.
“Alright, you got it all, man,” Tex said after humoring him for a few minutes. “You’s actin’ like a dog tryin’-a get all the peanut butter off the floor, man. It got all stuck in my chest hair and shit. You ain’t gonna get every drop.”
“Okay,” Rob said, but he didn’t stop licking until Tex physically removed his face from his strapping muscles.
Tex stood up and shook. He smiled wanly at his friends. “Damn… I gotta get a shower, man, all y’all best get out the way. I’m gettin’ a showerhead to myself too, you best believe that.”
“Man… I think we should get blowjobs from Mariah early, man. Barely costs a thing. We’ll be ready to go later on when we get laid-“
“You ain’t nevuh gonna seduce no girl, man.”
“Fuck you, I get plenty of girls. Remember that chunky female wit’ the lips-?”
As though they had forgotten what just happened moments ago, they all ignored Rob. They went straight to their shower. Rob stood there and watched. He stretched his sore legs as he signed the checks written out to each of them — that took a long time even though he had filled out the checks beforehand. He just needed to sign them.
But Rob dragged it out to take as long as possible so he could watch them crowd into the showers. Tex quietly showered by himself, but the others were at two or three to a showerhead — these were not ordinary showerheads, they sprayed in a wide arc, so it was just barely enough space for several men. Rob lazily stroked his limp dick as he watched them bump into each other, show off their muscles and argue about who was going to fuck which prostitute in what order this weekend.
Eventually he was ready to begin the long drive back to Onagnok, the nearest town. But first, he was ready to ride the roughneck train once more…
