When Avery finds himself stranded in a North Dakota town short on hotel rooms, he has gotta sleep in the hotel gym. That means he’s ripe for meeting a trio of off-duty roughnecks with massively hairy bodies and bulging muscles. When they prove willing to sixty-nine, Avery is in for the Twink on Top experience of a lifetime!
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The clerk at the hotel said it was a gymnasium, but that was putting a rosy spin on it. It was literally a large empty room with a space heater, a bench press and a treadmill. About eighty percent of the space was devoid of anything but a yoga mat on the floor.
He was annoyed, but he couldn’t really justify anger. The airline had put him up at the only hotel in town, and they were being as accommodating as possible. It wasn’t like they caused the freak snowstorm that left him stranded here, and there was no better accommodation available. The town was busy this weekend because many of the roughnecks from the oil derricks around the area had leave, and they took up all of the hotel’s rooms.
Avery’s plane was forced to land by a sudden blizzard. Unfortunately, the only nearby airstrip was in a remote oil rig town in North Dakota. It wasn’t even a proper airport, not that Avery was complaining.
At the time, Avery had thought the plane was going to crash. It rattled and shook like a soul singer as it descended, and the pilot had been so distracted by the weather that he hadn’t announced the emergency landing. So it came out of nowhere. The flight went from turbulent to imminently crashing, and Avery made peace with his maker (every maker he could think of).
That meant by the time he landed and made it to his hotel, it was hard to be extremely upset about the “gym” that the hotel had put him into. He changed into workout clothes in the corner of the gym that had been designated a locker room. It was set off from the main area by a standing curtain.
He did some stretching. But his brain was focused on the plane crash that very nearly happened, so his exercise was listless. Still, it was good to move around. He couldn’t focus on anything but reliving the near-crash that happened moments ago. He kept imagining what else could have happened, like what if the plane crashed and him and the pilot had to eat the copilot as they were stranded in the prairie all winter, or what if Avery had to take control of the plane, what if it was a 9/11 kind of situation and terrorists were going to crash the plane into Mount Rushmore.
Three men walked in. Avery nodded at them. They nodded back, but then they snickered among themselves. Avery must look awful, or maybe they thought he was small and skinny and short and weak. True, more or less. But still, Avery was in too foul a mood to be bullied.
Avery was small, but he was lightning fast and stronger than he looked. He had taken some self-defense classes, so he was able to hold his own. His apparent weakness gave him the benefit of surprise. He had kicked the ass of guys twice his size before.
But these three men were big, more than twice his size, and burly, thickly-muscled — roughnecks most likely. Williston, North Dakota, was a roughneck town. The only reason to exist was the legion of oil derricks that dotted the landscape, seemingly replacing the trees that didn’t grow in this neck of the non-literal woods.
“Wussup, yuh,” said one of the roughnecks. He was a dark-haired, swarthy-skinned Mediterranean-type, Italian, Avery suspected, but he talked like he was from New Jersey or maybe Rhode Island. Now he was stripped down to a wifebeater and shorts, revealing a hairy chest and trunk-like thighs, body fur running up over his shoulders and down his back. He went straight to the bench press machine.
Avery said hello back and resumed his workout. He kept sneaking glances at the trio, especially the outgoing Italian with a handsome face, whose friends called him Gallo. He grunted and groaned and exclaimed loudly, though Avery couldn’t make out the words from this far away.
As a great admirer of the male physique, Avery found the three roughnecks alluring, and the Mediterranean man especially so. He had a handsome visage, a well-formed body, good proportions, and plenty of body hair. Avery enjoyed body hair on men.
Gallo’s friends spotted him on the bench-press, and when Gallo finished his set, the other two took turns lifting. They pretended to ignore Avery as he pranced over the mat — it was obvious they were sneaking glances at him. They didn’t like a stranger in the gym, probably, and Avery wasn’t a roughneck. This hotel was all roughnecks.
There was a loud redneck named Harley, whose voice filled the gymnasium as he counted off Gallo’s reps. The third was tough, mean-looking and, Avery suspected, Arab, or maybe Persian, given that massive nose; he was quieter, and Avery didn’t catch his name right away.
“Shit, man-!”
“Get’cha pump on, buddy!”
“C’mon, Gallo, give it everythin’ you got, you hairy bastard! Sasquatch motherfucker!”
Avery loved big-ass hairbacks — men with hair on their backs. His favorite kind of man was hairy, and not just Hollywood-hairy either. He liked his men as furry as possible, ideally with hair extending all the way onto their backs. There was something incredibly intense and primal about it, something animalistic.
And besides that, Avery thought, he had learned long ago through personal experience that men with hairy backs were better than smoothbacks. They moved harder, played harder, plowed harder, did everything harder.
Today though, Avery was in such a bad mood he wasn’t sure he wanted to mess around, not even with these three hairbacked roughnecks. They were plenty handsome and blessed in the body hair department, but Avery didn’t feel up for it — he still felt cramped, dying in a plane-crash, screaming in terror, furious at the airline and the hotel and whichever government department was in charge of snow. He didn’t want to bend over to take it up behind from some hairbacks tonight.
Oh maybe, he thought… He looked at their powerful bodies lifting weights on the bench press, slapping each other’s muscles as they encouraged each other’s straining, groaning, exerting, flexing. Weights worked up and down, shoulders arced and looped, and the gymnasium filled with the scent of man-sweat and body hair. Avery sniffed the scent and took it in with a great dizzying rush.
He especially liked the way Harley the hillbilly looked laying there on the bench-press bench. His long legs jutted up because he was too tall for the bench. The bulge in his crotch was highly visible. If he lifted those legs up, Avery would have perfect access to plow him right in his meaty asshole.
Avery shook his head and sighed. He didn’t know why he was thinking like that. He wasn’t a top by nature.
“Hey, you look good enough to eat there, boy,” catcalled Harley after finishing a set of bench presses. Gallo tried to shush him — no doubt worried Avery would complain to the hotel management. But Harley ignored his friend clutching his biceps and hairy shoulders. He smiled at Avery, who blushed. “You the closest thing to a girl we got around here, boy. Ain’t many females in this neck of the woods.”
“Harley, don’t be a prick…”
“You’re gonna get us in trouble…”
Avery put his hands on his hips. “I’m not a pussy,” he said.
“I realize that, suh,” Harley said. “But I’d love to stick you like one just the same.” His tone was so serious it made Gallo burst into embarrassed laughter, echoed by the more sedate man — whose name, Avery had now gathered, was something like Shapur. Harley blushed. “I ain’t kiddin’. These two is some squeamish fucks, they wouldn’t never touch a boy on account of them bein’ prettyboys. There ain’t no girls here-“
“‘Cept Cynthia,” Gallo said with some whispered laughter.
“Ain’t no eligible wimmin here,” Harley said. “We got the world’s skankiest bitch, but I wouldn’t touch her with Shapur’s dick.” He pointed to his friend, who laughed — based on accent, skin and the straight hair forming a mat over his back, Avery now guessed he was Persian. Harley approached Avery. “Whatchoo say? You wanna get nasty? I’ll give you every inch of it.” He grabbed his dick through his dingy brown sweatpants. It was big and meaty, and it was already throbbing, half-hard.
But Avery was still in a bad mood, as arousing as Harley was. He’d be in a major city tomorrow, assuming this blizzard let up. There’d be big, hairy men there.
Avery shrugged. “I don’t think you could handle me,” he said as he turned around. He did a slow, languorous roll that accentuated his ass. Harley let out a redneck growl like he was turning into a bear.
“Damn, boy,” Harley said. “You got an ass that beckons to me, shit…”
“Fuckin’ hell, Harley, you nasty!” Gallo said. He was laughing so hard he was red-faced. “You into that booty bandit shit, hell! Hell yeah, see that!”
Harley turned around and smacked Gallo in the face. Their good-natured joshing turned instantly into vitriol and chest-bumping, which went back and forth as they squared up, duked up and reared back, while Shapur just sat there rolling his eyes as if this happened a million times a day.
As the fight developed, Avery shrank back to. Only Shapur’s nonreaction convinced him not to go get the hotel manager, since it seemed Shapur expected this to not go too hard. Avery had to admit he enjoyed watching two muscular men grappling, throwing punches, using every single one of those sculpted muscles. Sweat flew, a trickle of blood ran down Harley’s nostril, and Gallo knocked him down with a swift punch. Harley kicked and jumped to his feet.
“Fuck you, Gallo!” Harley bellowed. “You a shit! You-“
Gallo interrupted him with a punch right back, and then they were on the mat, writhing and punching. They yelled insults back and forth, but Avery couldn’t understand the words. Shapur watched from the bench-press, shaking his head. His hairy, sweat-dappled shoulders flexed as he waited for someone to spot him lifting.
At last the fight was over. It looked like Harley won, but only because Gallo backed away in disgust. “Aw, damn, Harley, you got a hardon!” He sneered at his friend. “I touched it, man… you fuckin’ redneck!”
“I need some action!” Harley said. He looked to Avery. “You sure, boy? I’ll treat you right…”
Avery sighed. “I’m not the kind of perv who just jacks off anyone,” Avery said. “If you wanna get your nut off, you gotta take it as good as you can give it.”
Gallo chuckled, and Shapur shook his head as though neither considered Harley saying yes, like they both thought that put an end to it. But the shaking of Harley’s ruddy chest and neck, and the awkward way he fumbled at his aroused crotch, suggested he was considering it. Then he shrugged.
“Fine,” he said, his voice low and resonant in the high-ceilinged gymnasium.
Whatever Harley said then, it was drowned out by Gallo’s howls of shock that he was saying yes. “He said yes! He gonna get plowed!” Gallo clutched Shapur’s hairy chest, his fingers ensconced in the straight black fur of his friend’s body. Shapur just raised his upper lip as though he couldn’t believe this was happening. Shapur obviously didn’t like Gallo’s handsy touching, but it was also obvious that Gallo didn’t care about personal space. He practically hugged Shapur.
“Rednecks is nasty, man!! Can’t believe that shit!”
Harley cleared his throat. He gestured towards the curtained off locker area. “I been in lockup befo’, boy, and I ain’t gonna lie about it, I had a boyfriend in there.”
Gallo and Shapur shared awkward laughter as Harley walked to the locker area. Avery followed in utter amazement — he had just assumed Harley would say no. He had demanded that on the assumption it would end this little encounter.
But apparently, he was going to get to top at least one incredible hairback-alpha.
Once on the other side of the dividing curtain, Harley stripped off his work boots and workout pants. He had a lean body with just enough meat, Avery thought. He took his own clothes off, eyeing Harley suspiciously — he still didn’t think an alpha male man like Harley would be willing to bottom.
“You wanna sixty-nine?” He asked as he took out his massive swarthy cock, which was veiny and throbbing hard from the wrestling he had done with Gallo. He smiled at Avery and laid on his back. “You can be on top.” Then he whistled. “Damn, boy, you look good enough to eat.” He ignored his friends’ snickering.
Avery didn’t need to be told twice. He mounted Harley’s face, making sure to put his cock in before taking Harley’s — though now that he saw it, Avery thought he would have willingly bottomed if Harley had insisted on it — it was just a beautiful, plump cock that Avery couldn’t refuse.
“You really doin’ this, Harley? You fuckin’ sick bastard…”
Harley gagged as Avery’s already-hardening cock invaded his throat. He tensed up, his body instinctively rejecting it at first. But he seemed to forget his anxiety moments later when Avery’s mouth encircled Harley’s dick, which jerked in his mouth.
It was a somewhat awkward position because Avery was so much smaller than Harley. His smooth chest felt tiny resting atop Harley’s hair-matted, sun-darkened torso. Avery had to strain his neck to reach all the way to Harley’s cock.
Harley growled and smacked Avery’s asscheeks. Avery worried that he was asking for a break, so he lifted his hips. But Harley just blushed and whispered, “Aw fuck, you wanna move here, boy? You better than most girls, and you’d be the closest thing to a woman in town — you’d have your pick of roughnecks.” Then he resumed slurping, forcing Avery’s dick back into his mouth.
The other two men in the gym area snickered. They were obviously listening, Avery thought, and they probably peeked around the curtain too.
“Damn, he swallowin’ you right?” Gallo called out amid the hushed laughter. “Sounds like he doin’ a good job.”
Harley grunted around the cock in his throat in a way that suggested the answer was yes, though he didn’t form any words. Much to Avery’s surprise, Harley shot his load right then — he must have been horny, because it didn’t take very long.
His veiny dick spasmed and pulsated, then it burst forth a torrent of white-hot cum. It was so profuse and so thick and creamy that it ran down Avery’s chin even as he swallowed all that he could gulp down. It tasted of salt and sweat and sawdust, exactly what Avery was hoping for.
“Damn, boy, you came right quick,” Gallo said.
Harley moaned loudly, making no effort to hide it. Avery pulled his dick out as he swallowed the last of Harley’s load. He wasn’t sure if Harley would be willing to continue on Avery’s cock now that he was done.
“Was he that good?” Gallo asked, coming around into the locker area. There was a blatant hardon in his pants, visibly throbbing against the fabric. He looked disgusted at Harley, who laid there with Avery’s dick — still hard — resting on his forehead.
“Hell yeah he was,” Harley said, his voice weak and breathless. “He’s totally worth it, Gallo. You know you need to get a nut off. You been in a bad mood since we hired that whore in Fargo.”
“Aw, shit…” Shapur’s eyes opened wide. “Are you gonna do it, Gallo?”
Gallo hesitated, then stripped naked. He tried poking his hairy crotch at Avery, but Avery only smiled — now that he knew he could get these hairback roughnecks to bottom, he wasn’t going to stop. He didn’t get that many opportunity to do it, and he had gotta take advantage of it while he could.
“You wanna sixty-nine, we’ll sixty-nine,” Avery said. He tried to sound bored. “If not, leave me alone.” His heart raced — these were not the kind of men he interacted with often, and he couldn’t believe his good fortune in getting laid by even one of them, much less two. He tried to pretend he wasn’t nervous about standing up to Gallo.
“If you’s try an’ tell anyone,” Gallo said, loud enough that Shapur could hear, “I’ll deny it and I’ll fuck ya up for real.” His Brooklyn accent shone through, and it made Avery desperate to feel his body. He pounded his chest. “I ain’t playin’.” He eyed Avery. “He do look like a girl.” He smiled. “But you won’t make me shave my back before you touch me, huh?”
“No, I won’t,” Avery said. “I insist on you not shaving your back.”
Gallo sighed as he took Harley’s place on the bottom. Avery just scooted right over to Gallo’s bulky, hairy frame, his muscles broad and rippled beneath Avery’s body. This time he could do deep-throat even more effectively because Gallo was a lot shorter than Harley. He was hairier too, and his kinky black hairs were coarser beneath Avery’s fingers.
Despite the apparent reluctance Gallo expressed, he seemed comfortable with this. His cock slid into Avery’s mouth, making him let out a long low moan. Gallo opened his own mouth, but he paid little attention to it, so he wasn’t bothered by Avery’s dick entering his own mouth. Both men were wracked with spasms of pleasure, but only Avery was feeling it from both ends. Gallo ignored his own mouth so as to focus on moving his cock in and out of Avery’s warm, moist mouth.
He became aware of Shapur masturbating as he watched, but Avery didn’t slow down. He liked putting on a show, and he twinkled his asshole — that must have been what Shapur was looking at, he thought. He was imagining his cock gliding into Avery’s well-lubed asshole. Typical Persian.
This time, as he felt his orgasm approach, Avery began slamming his crotch all the way down, making Gallo deep-throat it and gag on every inch. Gallo didn’t complain and didn’t even seem perturbed by his own gagging on Avery’s meat, and he moaned loudly every time Avery’s nose nestled in his pubic hair.
Their bodies writhed there, interlocked, for what felt like a long time. Avery ran his fingers through the ass and back hair he could get to, slowing his dick down to prolong his orgasm as he massaged Gallo’s meaty muscles.
Then Gallo spewed a thick load of creamy cum, which sprayed over Avery’s hand and Gallo’s body hair. It tangled and matted there, and Avery licked it clean while his dick neared orgasm in Gallo’s mouth.
“Damn, boy, he was right, you swallow good enough I can forget about the cock in my throat,” Gallo said, rolling away and gagging on the precum that stuck to his lips. “Cock taste just like pussy really, anyway.” Then he blushed. “Don’t none of you tell no one I said that.”
By now it was obvious that Shapur was going to go for it as well, and Avery readied himself. Shapur was the hairiest of the three, so it felt like he was mounting sasquatch. His hair was thick and kinky, like steel wool, Avery thought. Shapur muttered in Persian as he got on the ground, and Avery gathered it was a prayer for forgiveness.
Avery felt his own orgasm growing with every passing moment, even though nobody was touching his cock right now.
Shapur took to it right away, so quickly that Avery wondered if he had done this before — he didn’t come across as eager, but he didn’t come across as reluctant either. Shapur gagged just like the others when he tasted Avery’s cock, but it didn’t slow him down. He deep-throated the shaft easily. He definitely seemed practiced, Avery thought.
But then Avery swallowed him, his tight, wet mouth sending a wave of pleasure up Shapur’s spine. Avery’s arms wrapped around Shapur’s powerful body, and Shapur moaned so loud it made Harley and Gallo chuckle from the main part of the gymnasium.
Shapur’s dick was uncircumcised, which was a nice change of pace, Avery thought as he slurped the precum clean. He had always liked uncut men. He played with the foreskin as Shapur’s cock rocketed to erection, throbbing mightily on Avery’s tongue. Then Avery savored the meaty flavor of that skin-soaked shaft. Shapur also had the thickest and longest of the three cocks, and his had a silky sheen that Avery found alluring.
“Aw, fuck yeah, girl…” Shapur said a few times, interspersed with what Avery assumed was the Persian translation of the same words. Avery suspected he thought it would feel more like sex with a girl if he kept referring to Avery as a girl.
Whatever works…
Shapur shot a big load, and its sour saltiness overwhelmed Avery’s senses. Shapur was the most muscular of the three as well, and his frame turned rock-hard like a statue as he orgasmed. His balls crawled up in his sac. He gasped, and a wave of pleasure visibly rippled through his muscles.
He shot a huge load, watery and salty and seeping into every corner of Avery’s body. Avery moaned as he swallowed, his fingers caressing the hair of Shapur’s balls and taint. He kept slurping even as Shapur gradually limpened in his mouth, still spurting wad after wad of jizz. Avery swallowed every drop.
He was glad to have saved himself till the end. He began plowing into Shapur’s face, only to find the other two lean down and join in. Harley took both of Avery’s balls in his mouth, while Gallo kissed and licked the root, where Shapur couldn’t get to.
“We just wanna thank you, boy,” Gallo said. Then he whistled. “You do got a girl’s ass though, fuck, that’s nice.” He smiled as his tongue flickered over the root of Avery’s dick, and a massive spurt of jizz came out and spread over Shapur’s and Gallo’s faces.
At last his orgasm ran through him, and Avery moaned. He gripped Shapur’s hairy, flat belly for support and filled his mouth with his cum. Much to his surprise, Shapur barely gagged at all, and he accepted that relentless and ongoing flood of jizz. Avery’s much-delayed orgasm spurted down his throat. It felt like the biggest load of Avery’s life.
The pleasure was so intense Avery nearly collapsed. All he could sense were the tongues lapping at every corner of his crotch. Harley was most enthusiastic, juggling Avery’s balls in his mouth with his tongue and slurping on them as though hoping to get a prize. He kept suckling even as Avery’s cum dripped down and into his mouth.
And then at last, all three were done, and Avery’s dick fell limp. Shapur wiped his face off. The gymnasium was hot and humid, or maybe it was just the heat emanating from the three roughnecks’s overworked bodies.
Avery sighed and pulled away from Shapur’s cum-coated mouth. An awkward silence filled the room. Avery breathed deeply, blushing as he stood off Shapur’s body. The gymnasium stank of cum and sweat.
“Damn,” Harley said. “We need to start going to gymnastics tournaments.” He laughed, and the others agreed.
Avery slipped away as the three hairy friends exchanged nervous glances. They weren’t sure if their friendship would ever be the same again. Avery cleared his throat. “You know… in a snowstorm,” he said, pointing to the outside — which looked cold, somehow, even though only the inky blackness of the night sky was visible — “in a snowstorm, people do things they wouldn’t normally do.” Avery smiled at them. “When the weather clears up, you can decide that what happened in here, during the storm… It didn’t happen. Just promise right now that what happens tonight didn’t happen at all,” he said. “That way it won’t get in the way of your friendship.”
They talked about it, but Avery didn’t listen. He gazed out the window at the snow and relaxed in the glowing aftershocks of his orgasm. He was beginning to think getting snowed in was leading to one of the most exciting weekends of his life!