Prologue
You know the guy. The one that every school had. That one guy that just scared you to death for what he represented. A free soul, one uninhibited by convention. The one who had sex first, and kept having it with girl after girl, while you kept your distance. While you eavesdropped on the guys talking of his antics, giving explicit detail as it had been told to them, probably embellishing a bit with each retelling. You know why; he scared you. Made you confront your own sexuality. Made you aware of how messed up things could get for teenage boys becoming men. You wanted sex with him. You would have submitted to him, if only…
If only he wasn’t so straight and would no doubt brag about you being a cocksucker.
But you thought about it. Late at night, lights out, and cock hard and leaking while thinking about the last time you crossed paths with him. In the locker room during P.E., everyone naked but he is the only one you keep your back turned to. And not because your cock was small or that his was big. It was how he used his cock, fucking and get sucked and parading around at parties with it out and fully erect. You knew if you had been around, just seeing him with an erection would have made your own cock get erect. Just the sight of it, and others would know how it made you aroused.
Let me tell you about the guy I went through high school with that was a sexual deviant. Six foot tall with a muscular build, like a linebacker, although he played basketball and baseball. He had blonde hair, honey blonde that was thick and wavy and allowed to grow to his shoulders. He had blue eyes, olive skin tone, and a cock that was about six, maybe seven inches. But that cock was thicker than most and a nice, curved shape with a flared wide head when erect. And everyone knew what he looked like with an erection.
You see, Junior really had no shame, no discretion, for he was that guy. The one that would push the boundaries.
I had steered clear of the bastard all through school, and for some reason assumed when we graduated, I would be free of him. I don’t know what I was thinking. Did I think he would disappear? I knew he wasn’t leaving the community for he was like me, a farmer’s son who was staying to carry on the operation.
But I never expected our paths to cross the way they did.
First Encounter
It’d been only three days since graduation. Three fucking days before Junior and I…well, let’s not skip ahead, shall we.
Since the crops were laid by, I had free time on my hands. So, I worked on the old CJ7 in the barn trying to get it running again, went into town for a burger or just to hung out with a couple of friends, or I rode my bicycle. A mountain bike that I could ride on Harris Road, a cut through below our place that was just a rutted dirt road that no one lived on. I could take it to a fire lane that would take me down to Clear Water Creek, a ride that was a real workout. I rode some mornings, but most often after lunch despite the heat. I loved the way it felt to work up a sweat and have my muscles feeling loose and free, legs pedaling steadily taking me deep into the woods or around the community. I rode shirtless with cargo shorts or basketball shorts, or my favorite, khakis cut off just above the knee, so loose fitting I had to wear a belt to keep them up.
I knew I was a sight. Mom complained every time I coasted up to the back porch a sweaty mess and shorts riding so low my boxers were visible. You look like one of those Reynold’s boys, she would say, and I knew what she meant. But I wasn’t like the Reynold’s boys. I wasn’t rowdy and trashy. I was gay and horny and loved the feel of being half naked. That is totally different…right? Despite being lean to the point of being skinny, I wasn’t ashamed of my body. At five foot ten, I was tall enough and my reddish-brown hair stood out among the browns, blacks, and blondes. And I had almost eight inches when erect. Eight long thin inches with an arrow shaped head.
Mom should be glad I wasn’t like some of the other boys, like Junior, fucking everything in sight and parading around parties with my dick out. He was even known to sit in the back of a classroom and jack off during class.
On this particular day, I rode my bike. It was almost one when I rode out onto the highway and pedaled hard, going south to Harris Road. I quickly warmed up, felt that loosening of muscle and sweat running in rivulets down my face, chest, and back. I kept up a hard pace for nearly a mile of that washed out dirt road. I coasted down the grade, across the bridge over Clear Water Creek, then pedaled hard up the other side, slipping and bouncing on the rough surface. When at last on level ground again, I finally slowed to my normal pace, quickly arriving at the fire lane over two miles past the bridge. I jumped the ditch, then used the pile of dirt meant to block access to the lane as a ramp and hit the ground pedaling. I rode all the way down to the old logging camp, then over to the creek where a couple of gullies provided a bit of fun.
With my water half gone and my legs feeling the exertion, I eventually started on my way back. I circled the mound of dirt, angled through the ditch and up onto the road’s surface, then began to pedal at a steady pace.
Despite the hot sun and temperatures in the low nineties, the wind felt good against my bare chest and my cock was hanging half hard and loose, the boxers and khakis doing nothing to confine it. I had not gone far, maybe a hundred yards, when I heard the hiss of air escaping a tire.
“Goddamn it,” I uttered as I stopped in the road looking to see which one was going down. It was the front tire; a nail had gone through the tread and exited the sidewall. And it had ripped the sidewall in a way I knew I’d be buying a new tire. “Fuck,” I uttered, for it meant I was pushing the bike home instead of riding it. I could have called dad to come get me, except I left my cellphone on my dresser. “Fuck.”
So, I pushed the bike along Harris Road, suddenly fully aware of the sun’s heat. I knew no one would be coming along on the road for it only got used by a few people to cut from Buter Road over to Highway 87-A, the road we lived on, and only if they were going back south to a church on Sunday, or some field one of the farmers tended below our place. It wasn’t Sunday and most had their fields laid by. I was on my own. I was on the slope down to the creek when I heard a vehicle approaching from behind. I was shocked someone would be on this dusty road but overjoyed at the prospect of getting a ride. I eased to the side of the road, looking back up the road waiting for the vehicle to come around the curve into view. Maybe it was dad cutting through on his way home. I knew he liked to check the fields and maybe he had gone to the Meadow’s place where we tended a hundred acres.
Then a Jeep Wrangler came into view. A yellow Jeep Wrangler with a blonde headed Junior behind the wheel.
“Fuck.”
When Junior saw me, he slowed, and once alongside me, he stopped.
The first thing I noticed was the blonde hair had been cut short, no longer down to his shoulders. The next thing I noticed was the bastard was butt ass naked. Not a stitch on. Not even shoes. He was riding down the road in an open Jeep, not even the doors on it, naked. And hard, cock angled up between his thighs.
“You need a lift?”
“Junior, where the fuck is your clothes?”
“In back. It’s too damn hot to wear anything.”
“Someone will see you—”
“Not on this road. No one uses this road…well, except you,” said Junior, looking at me with a grin.
“I’ll just push my bike home,” I replied to him, and started pushing it down the side of the dirt road.
“Come on, Rusty, get your ass in the Jeep. What’s the matter? It’s not like you haven’t seen my dick before.”
“But some shorts on and I’ll get in.”
I knew the bastard was up to something. Maybe he was trying to out me so he could tell everyone in the community he wasn’t the only deviant. But there was no way he knew I was gay, or at least I didn’t think so.
“Okay, Rusty. See, I’m getting my shorts and putting them on.”
“Underwear?”
“I didn’t wear any,” Junior replied, smiling so mischievously I knew I should have kept pushing my bike.
I walked back seeing Junior slip on the rattiest pair of gym shorts I had ever seen. The legs were frayed, the waistband stretched out of shape and there was a hole in the short length of the left leg and one right in the fucking crotch. I could see dick and nut sac flesh when he settled back into his seat.
“Come on, get in and I’ll take you home.”
Fuck.
I set my bike in the rear (thankfully the pervert had the rear seat removed), then climbed into the passenger seat. Buckled in I couldn’t help but notice my cock was stretched down the right leg. I was half hard and feeling a bit horny by the pervert’s nudity. I glanced over and saw him adjust his cock so that it pointed straight up. I knew the head would soon slip into view and the thought made my own cock flex and stretch out.
As Junior put the Jeep in gear and started moving, he smacked my thigh and laughed.
“Can you believe we finally finished high school?”
“Yes. I couldn’t wait to graduate.”
“Really? I don’t know. It wasn’t so bad, not really.”
“Speak for yourself,” I replied, looking to my right and away from that exposed dick and nut sac flesh. But I kept thinking about it and had to tug on my cock, even if Junior saw me do it.
“You horny?”
“What? NO! I just get…kind of loose with the heat and riding is all.”
“Uh-huh. Right.”
“I guess there won’t be parties to go to now, that we’re out of school,” I said, changing the subject to something I thought ole Junior would love to talk about.
“Probably not. And we’re not old enough to drink, but you know, there are some clubs that let underage people in. I’m thinking of going to Atlanta to see what one of those clubs is like.”
“I’m sure you’ll have a nasty good time.”
Junior slowed when we hit level ground on the other side of the bridge. I figured it was to reduce the dust he was kicking up.
“I heard you were no saint in school either,” said Junior in an accusatory tone.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t mess around with anyone in our class.”
“No, you didn’t. But I heard you did fuck around with someone from Hillsborough High.”
I felt like jumping out of the Jeep. There was no way he knew about that, but here he was asking about it. I knew I had to play it safe, not reveal too much, hoping he didn’t know yours truly wasn’t the virgin so many in our class had assumed. But I never told anyone. Not one person, not even Toby, my best friend since kindergarten. How do you tell someone you were fucking around with the second baseman from Hillsborough. The tall, black haired, round ass hottie I thought was unobtainable until at a cousin’s birthday party; a cousin who went to Hillsborough. I found myself sitting next to Justin in the basement rec room, then upstairs in a bedroom less than fifteen minutes later.
It was a wild five weeks, then it was over, and I went back to being the shy, quiet Rusty who everyone assumed was a virgin. Or so I thought.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Junior laughed and smacked my thigh again and before he removed the hand, I swore I felt him give it a little squeeze.
“I get it. If I were you, I wouldn’t tell anyone either. Most of our classmates are fucking prudes, not an ounce of fun or bawdiness among the whole lot. And to admit you were fucking that second baseman would have made them hyperventilate.”
“How do you know about Justin?”
“The second baseman has a name. So, it wasn’t a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-very-much’ kind of fling.”
“How do you know? How long?”
“I heard about it the week after that birthday party for…for…Cynthia Graves.”
“Cindy Graves; she’s a cousin.”
“So, that is why you were there. Lucky you, huh. What did you guys do?”
“We…had sex.”
“I’m sure of that, but what? Did you let him fuck your ass, or did you fuck him.”
“I fucked him,” I uttered, suddenly defiant. I turned to Junior with his vivid blue eyes staring back, and his sweaty chest and stomach, and cock sticking out above the waistband a good couple of inches, and a goofy ass fucking grin. “And I let him fuck me.”
“Hell, yeah, that is what I’m talking about. Life is short, Rusty, and you might as well enjoy it.”
“You’re not going to tell?”
“Hell no. Are you kidding. I’d never deprive someone of pleasure. I’m kind of jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Yeah. I tried to get that Jacobson girl from Clayton to let me fuck her in the ass. Boy, did she get mad.”
“Maybe she should have strapped one on and fucked your ass.”
“Hey, I’d let her if she had let me do her.”
“You’re fucking kidding.”
“Says the guy who let a second baseman fuck his ass.”
I suddenly realized Junior had stopped. We were sitting in the middle of Harris Road talking about fucking ass while his cock pushed up forcing the waistband to slide down, and my own cock stretched further down the right leg.
“Damn, I’m horny,” said Junior.
“I can see.”
“And I can see you’re the same.”
I just sat there dumbfounded by how fucked up our conversation had become. And how I would fuck that perverted bastard in the middle of Harris Road if he didn’t shut up about fucking ass. He had fifteen pounds on me, maybe more, but if I jumped him first, maybe…
“Are you in a hurry to get home,” Junior asked.
“Huh?”
“You want to check out the fire lane.”
I looked to where he was pointing, knowing I’d see the short fire lane off the road, that ran down for about a quarter of mile before cutting over to the highway.
“Sure, let’s go.”
Was he really suggesting we ride down into the woods. He was so fucking horny I saw the head of his cock drool its slick, and my own ached for release and I tugged on it again.
Junior eased over the mound of dirt meant to block access, a joke in the Jeep. Then he eased down the grown-up fire lane, weeds, small trees, and tall grass raking the bottom of the Jeep. It was too grown up for me to ride my bike on, so it had been years since I’ve ridden it. After a short distance we came into a small clearing under the canopy of a large oak tree, and Junior stopped and shut off the engine.
“Let’s stop pretending this is not what it is.”
“What is it?”
“Two guys looking to have some fun.”
“Are you going to let me fuck that ass?”
Yeah, I made it sound as sexists and nasty as I had heard Junior say it referencing some girl in school.
“If you let me fuck you.”
Jesus, he sounded serious. Would he really let me fuck him just to get to experience it for himself.
“Are you gay, now?”
Junior laughed, shaking his head. “Always trying to put a label on things. Let’s say I’m bi, and very curious what it feels like to sink a dick into a tight ass. Is your ass tight?”
“Is yours?”
Junior laughed, slapped his hand down on my thigh again, only this time he didn’t remove it. I stared into his blue eyes as I felt that hand move on my thigh, first just the fingers squeezing my thigh, then the hand moved. I spread my legs, and the hand was soon on my cock, squeezing it. I was beginning to breathe hard.
“Are you going to show me what it is like?” Junior asked.
“Are you sure?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh seeing him smile. I slid my hand over to his exposed cock taking it in my hand. I stroked it until his mouth fell open, then I pulled my hand away wondering how far he was really go.
His hand left my cock, and we were sitting back looking at each other. He raised his ass, and the shorts were soon back off and tossed in the back.
“Well?”
Junior was waiting for me to take mine off. I scooted my ass to the edge of the seat, leaned back and undid the button, tugged the zipper down, and worked them down with my boxers. My cock flopped out, hard and drooling.
“Fuck, not bad Rusty.”
He was only the second guy to see me erect, and I smiled at the compliment as I worked my feet free. I picked the garments up and tossed them in back with Junior’s shorts. Sitting back, cock angled up erect, I watched it flex up and down while a bead of clear precum pooled in the slit. Without looking at Junior, I had to ask.
“Will you put it in your mouth?”
Junior giggled liked a girl, or that is how I imagined it.
“Who’s the pervert now?”
“You are when you suck my dick,” I replied, trying to sound as cocky as Junior.
Junior put a hand on my chest just below the neck and pushed me into the seat as he leaned over. I was holding my breath thinking no way, but gasped when his tongue touched my cock, licked over the head capturing that precum. Then lips wrapped around the head and slid down my cock until over half was in his mouth.
Junior wasn’t worth a damn at cock sucking. He grazed my cock with his teeth, and his rhythm was for shit, but I was soon pumping wad after wad into his mouth. He choked with the first eruption, then did a poor ass job at swallowing the rest for it dribbled down my cock. I pushed his head down, making him take all of me, every fucking inch, and suck up that precious cum.
He sat up and looked in a daze. Did he enjoy sucking my cock, or was he shocked he did it. I didn’t wait to find out, instead leaning over until my head was in his lap, licking his cock, moving my lips along its length, then took the whole thing into my mouth showing him how a cocksucker could do it. I moved my head up and down every inch of that cock. He gasped for breath, put his hands on my head but never tried to control my movements. Soon he was trying to push upward, and I knew he was close. It didn’t take long to bring the horny bastard to the brink.
“Fuck, Rusty, suck me. Suck me,” Junior pleaded as I moved on his cock.
It swelled thicker, banged the roof of my mouth, then gushed wad after wad into my mouth. I captured every drop, swallowing to take it all.
When I sat up, wiping my mouth with my hand, he looked more dazed than before. I still hard, as was he, but that wasn’t important right now. I intended to make him fulfill his promise.
“Junior, get out.”
“Huh?”
I was climbing out of the Jeep when I looked back. “Get out and meet me in front of this thing.”
When I got to the front he was coming around from the other side. I reached for him, not his hand, but that erect cock, and steered him to the center of the lane. I stroked him until he was trying to pump it through my fist, then I let go. I turned him to face the Jeep, guided him to put the left knee on the bumper then pushed him to lay his head on the hood. I moved up behind him, raked my wet dripping cock across his cheeks, then rubbed up and down an ass a porn star would be proud of. I put my cock to his tight opening and with all the mischief and deviousness I could muster, smacked his right ass cheek. Once, twice, three times, then I punched through his tightness. He rose up, cried out, then held tight to the hood while he leaned back down, pressing his forehead on it. I smacked his ass again, this time the left cheek. My hand stung and the ass cheek turned red.
“Fuck, Rusty, what are you doing?”
“Fucking your ass.”
I pushed deeper, eased my cock into him until he had nearly every inch. Then I began to fuck. I fucked slowly with full swings of my hips; the way Justin always liked it at first. But what really riled up Justin was a hard physical fuck. One I would soon give Junior.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Fuck, yeah, fuck me.”
I smiled as I kept fucking, slowly increasing my pace. He wouldn’t see it coming, how I was going to hammer his ass before it was over.
I pushed deeper and deeper as I fucked until my hips pressed against his spread ass. I swung my hips pulling nearly out of his ass, then pushed back in all the way. I was getting close, so I buried my cock in him and held still.
“Goddamn, Rusty,” Junior uttered.
Just wait, mother fucker. I guided him to step back from the Jeep with my cock still buried in his ass. I pushed him to bend over, and he braced himself by placing his hands on the bumper. His back was straight out in front of me, and he had his feet spread apart. Perfect.
I held his waist and tugged back until my cock hovered between us. Then I slammed it back into his ass, just shoved forward until my hips pressed against it. I did it again, and again, until I had to keep my cock inside him and just fuck.
“Jesus,” Junior cried out.
He can’t help you now. I held tight to his waist and fucked hard, banging against his ass. I was noisy, rough, and he moaned like a bitch in heat.
“Take it; take it; take me,” I exclaimed as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed down the fire lane.
“Rusty,” Junior uttered.
It sounded like a plea, for what I wasn’t sure nor cared. I just kept fucking his ass until I couldn’t hold back. I shoved into his depths and came. With every ejaculation, I tried to push deeper into the pervert’s ass, to let him really feel it, as my cock filled his ass with cum.
I wasn’t done. Not by a fucking long shot. I had Junior bent over and loose. I stayed hard, so I kept fucking using the first load as lube. I fucked that jock bastard’s ass until cum pumped out on my nut sac and trickled down his legs. I fucked him, varying my pace from fast to brutal, just hammering his ass. I slid a hand up his sweaty back until my fingers were in his pretty blonde hair, and I closed my fist in it and tugged his head back.
“Take me, take me…fuck.”
I manhandled him, swung him around and forced his head down to knee level while not stopping. I thought my cock would break off inside him, but I was close again, so fucking close, and I hammered his ass until I finally came again, this time I knew it was just a dribble and smear of cum added to the last load.
I stepped back and watched him slowly stand straight. His cock was rock hard. Really hard, angled up and drooling. I wanted to go to my knees and suck it. I wanted to turn around and bend over and let him fuck me. But Junior grabbed my hand and pulled me to the passenger side of the Jeep. Was I to lay back in the seat? Or was I to just lay my chest on it while standing by the open door. I could reach back and spread my ass for him. Instead, he climbed into the seat keeping his feet on the step.
“Get up here and sit on it.”
It would be awkward, a bit out of balance for I wasn’t sure where to put my feet, but I backed up to the Jeep, climbed up on the step and with one hand holding the grab bar on the dash and the other holding the rollbar, I eased my ass down to that drooling wet cock. When my ass touched it, I rocked back and forth feeling the slick smear over my ass. Then I centered my tight ass over that cock and eased down.
“Goddamn,” Junior cried out.
Obviously, no pussy was ever as tight as my ass.
I slowly lowered my ass down, inch after inch until I was seated on his cock. I ground my ass on his lap, and he moaned whorishly. I leaned back until my back lay against his hot sweaty chest, and I undulated and moved against him, working my ass on his cock. I reached up and held the rollbar and windshield header and began to fuck my ass on his cock. Up, down, up, down, over and over, faster and faster, showing the pervert how it was done. How a man could work his ass on a man’s cock. My cock flopped heavily with my movement. My legs burned with the exertion and my body felt feverish. It was hot as fuck and now I thought I would spontaneously combust. It seemed plausible as sweat poured down my face, chest, and back. I was heaving for breath, and so aroused by the feel of Junior’s cock in my ass, my own cock rose up half hard. Fuck, I wanted it bad.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Junior was uttering breathlessly.
Yeah, Junior: fuck.
Suddenly Junior bearhugged me, pulled me to his chest and down on his cock. Down on his spurting cock. He was coming, filling my ass with his load.
As Junior negotiated the Jeep back on Harris Road, he finally said something.
“That was hot as fuck.”
“It was okay.”
He looked at me in utter shock. I tried to keep a straight face but busted out in laughter.
“Asshole.”
“So, you enjoyed ass fucking.”
“Hell, yes. It is so different.”
As we neared my home, I hoped no one would come out and see Junior in those shorts. Goddamn if his cock wasn’t sticking through the hole in the crotch. He could not come up to the house where my mom would see him.
“Just stop at the end of the drive and I can hop out there.”
“I can take you around back.”
“Not in those shorts, you’re not.”
Junior laughed, nodding his head. “Good point.
A Second Encounter? The Bastard had it Bad.
It hadn’t been four days since Junior and I fucked, and he was calling the house wondering what I was up to, and if I wanted to ride up to Monroe for lunch. Mom looked at me with the kind of questioning stare I fully expected. She knew Junior and I were not friends in school. But I wasn’t about to explain it to her.
I slipped on a pair of old jeans, worn soft and ripped in strategic places, none as revealing as those shorts Junior had worn, but good enough to tease him a bit. I pulled on a plaid shirt that the sleeves were ripped off. A red neck’s muscle shirt, some jokingly called them. And when that Jeep pulled around the house, I went out the back door to see Junior was dressed similarly. I laughed at the ridiculousness of it, then climbed into the bright yellow Jeep and buckled up.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Yes, sir,” Junior sarcastically replied.
I wondered if I could make him say that during sex without the sarcasm.
It was only about fifteen minutes to Monroe and as Junior maneuvered through town, I finally broached the subject.
“Are you going to let me fuck that ass again?”
He leaned back and smiled, shaking his head. “Who’s the pervert now?”
“I think we both know who wins on that score.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe? Yeah, right.”
“Damn, the place is busy.”
“It is a quarter to twelve and you know most around here start showing up at 11:30.”
“I know. Let’s see if there is a parking space, if not, we’ll go to the Mexican place.”
Junior pulled into the parking lot that wrapped around the restaurant, and I saw the stares, Rusty riding with Junior. I knew how it must look and pretended not to notice the stares.
“I think some people are wondering what your ass is doing with me,” Junior commented as he drove around the building to the parking lot in the rear.
“I bet they can’t guess.”
“You’re probably right about that, but if I see that second baseman, I’m going to run.”
If Junior was anything, he was sarcastic and good humored about everything.
Climbing back into the Jeep, I was glad to be leaving. After a while, the stares were getting unnerving. I wondered how many phone calls my mom had to endure, wanting to know why her precious son was hanging out with that Junior Mitchell.
“Let’s get out of here,” I uttered, and I knew how it sounded, like a plea, for it was.
“Don’t let those assholes get to you,” said Junior as he backed out of the parking space.
“Where to now?” I asked.
“My place. Mom and dad are in the mountains until the middle of next week.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
I had never been to Junior’s home. Why would I, up until now. I followed him across the rear screened porch into the renovated old farmhouse, two stories in height, and once inside, I saw ten-foot ceilings on the ground floor. It was shockingly nice.
“Come on up,” said Junior and I followed him into the main entry hall, up the stairs, and down a hall to a bedroom at the front of the house. When I walked in, I was shocked. The walls were blue green, contrasting with the pine furniture, and everything was neat, in its place, including everything on his desk. There were framed pictures on the walls. Photographs taken at a beach or in the mountains. Junior saw me look at each one, forgetting for a minute, why we were in his room.
“Who took these?”
“The older shots were taken by mom before her, and dad got married. The rest I took. I kind of enjoy it as a hobby.”
“They’re good.”
“Thanks.”
When I finished circling the room, I came back to the center facing Junior.
“Get naked,” I uttered in my best commanding voice.
Junior smiled, then began to undo buttons. I stood still watching him strip. I wanted to feel in control, the one calling the shots. The shirt was tossed to the floor. I looked at the muscular chest and the broad shoulders. The jeans were worked down each leg and tossed on top of the shirt. When Junior stood straight, his cock was beginning to push out on the front of his boxers and he smiled knowingly, for he knew how it affected me. Then the boxers were slipped down, revealing the dirty blonde pubic hair, the cock, then the low hanging nuts. He toyed with his cock until it was half hard.
“You want this?” Junior asked in a tone meant to manipulate me.
I grabbed my crotch and stared back.
“You want this?”
Junior laughed, nodded his head, then moved to me, going to his knees at my feet. The fucker knew the score, and I watched as he mouthed my crotch. Using his teeth, he tugged on the button until it slipped free, then he captured the zipper and tugged it down. He buried his face in the open V of my jeans, just pushed it right into my groin working his mouth on my trapped cock.
“Fuck,” I uttered, pushing against that mouth.
He finally used his hands, taking jeans and boxers, and pulling them down my legs. I raised one foot then the other, helping get everything off. He moved to my cock, slipping it into his mouth.
As Junior sucked, I felt my cock harden. It made me so horny, so aroused, I wanted to be naked. Just the shirt felt confining. I unbuttoned it and tossed it to the side, took Junior’s head between my hands, and slow fucked that filthy mouth. He moaned and gagged but never pulled back.
I debated on whether to pump my first load into his greedy mouth or get him on the bed and pump it into his ass. He kept working my cock, tonguing the head, until the decision was made for me. I wanted to cum. And I wanted that cocksucker to take it. Every fucking drop. I tightened my hold and fucked his mouth with an increased pace, one meant to push me over the edge.
I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of that hot, slick mouth. My cock swelled thicker, then blasted the back of his throat. I shuddered with every ejaculation as wad after wad filled his mouth.
He had barely swallowed it when I was manhandling him, getting him to his feet, swung around and backed to his bed. He could have stopped me, but he moved willingly. I got him on his back, and he held his legs up.
“You want to fuck me?” Junior asked.
“You damn straight,” I replied, taking each leg behind the knee. I folded that bastard in half, thighs pressed against chest, and I used all my weight to hold those legs down as I raked my cock alongside his cock, then down his upturned ass.
“You want it?” I asked.
By way of answer he took my cock and put it against his tight opening. I pushed, feeling the tight squeeze on my cock as I penetrated him. And I kept pushing, slowly, until half buried in his ass. I held still looking down at the head tilted back, mouth open, gasping for breath. Then I heard his soft muttering.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck me…”
I gave him what he wanted and began to fuck. A slow pace, one meant to let him feel every goddamn inch pushing into his depths. As I fucked, I pushed deeper and deeper until pressing against that upturned ass. Then I hammered my cock into it. I slammed down as hard as I could, the sound of it echoing in the room. The bed squeaked, then rocked in its frame, eventually banging the wall as loud as I banged his ass. He cried out, moaned and grunted, and pleaded with me to fuck him harder.
But I could hold out for only so long and I slowed my pace, then pulled out altogether to make this fuck last.
“Roll over,” I barked.
Junior quickly got on his stomach, and I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him up, getting him on his knees, but keeping his head down on the bed. I put my cock to that loosened hole and pushed in all the way and ground my hips against his ass. I took each wrist and pulled his arms back like the reins of a horse, and I began to fuck. I pulled on his arms as I fucked his ass, until his head rose off the bed leaving him off balance and me in full control. Not slowing, I hammered his ass. Fucked it until I was sweating and saw Junior was too. I fucked it until my muscles burned from the exertion and my nut sac was drawn up tight. Then I shoved into his depths and came.
I lay on the bed gasping for breath and feeling the heat of my body. Junior moved between my legs with his cock curved up rock hard.
“My turn.”
I smiled at him and lifted my legs for his fuck. I wanted it as bad as he did. He took each ankle and spread me wide. He pumped that cock against my nut sac, alongside my cock, then he pushed it down, aligned with my hole, and penetrated me. I shivered with the feel of it, that stretching to take a man’s cock. Clutching the bed, I lay there as inch after inch sank into my depths. Then Junior was fucking me, slow, fast, gentle, then so rough my cock hardened.
Junior pushed my knees down until pressed into the mattress either side of my lean torso, angling my ass up for his fuck, and fuck he did, hard and fast with a physicality that had his hips bouncing off of it. Then he came, shuddering and jerking with every ejaculation.
Junior didn’t stop, but he kept fucking until I felt cum pump out of my ass and trickle down it. It was a slower pace, but Junior still sweated and sucked in air like he was starved for oxygen. Then he pulled out of my ass and rolled to his back.
“Rusty, ride me.”
I moved over his hips, held his cock up, and sat down on it. I moved up and down, faster and faster, relishing how it felt. My own cock flopping around getting hard. My ass easily taking his thick cock. He was watching me, looking at my body, into my eyes, and down at my cock. I leaned back until braced on one hand, took my cock in hand and stroked it while working my ass up and down at a furious pace.
“Goddamn. Fuck. Fuck,” uttered Junior.
I came first. The first wad roped up my chest, then it rained down on my stomach until cum was just dribbling out of my cock. My ass spasm around that thick cock as I kept moving on it until ole Junior was shoving upward and crying out. I was taking another load.
I slept in the bastard’s bed, waking during the night to him sucking my cock. The next morning, I smacked his ass until it was red, then fucked a load into it. In the shower, he pumped a couple of loads into me.
Over the next few days, I was in his bed more than my own. We fucked until cum just dribbled out of our cocks. Then his parents returned home, and things went back to normal, or to this new normal Junior and I had developed.
Just a Hot Filthy Fuck.
What is it about getting filthy. I don’t mean a bit of dirt on your hands or maybe a smear on your face. I mean every exposed inch covered in dirt and grime. I mean so hot your hair is matted down and sweat runs rivers down face, chest, and back leaving trails in the dirt and grime. I mean so filthy, you get horny.
And once your horny, what is the chance your fuck buddy shows up?
I was tasked with cleaning out a section of the old barn, a place we had stored used plow shares and cultivator sweeps for eventual recycling. An old push mower that no longer ran. And other junk that should have never been put in the barn. Despite the protection from the sun, the tin roofed barn got hot during the day. And worse, this section of the barn had the original dirt floor, dirt so dry it was like powder. It got everywhere, including through your clothes.
I had been at it since lunch and was a sweating, cussing mess. I tugged off my T-shirt for the cotton fabric just trapped heat once it was soaked with sweat. With trails of sweat cutting through the dirt and grim on my chest and down each side, and my face smeared from wiping it with my hand or forearm, I kept to a slow pace, getting one section cleared, then another.
Dad had gone to Jasper Hudson’s place to help him repair his combine and mom was grocery shopping, which involved an hour’s drive each way to go to the grocery store she preferred over the small one in the nearby town. So, I had the place to myself. No one around to hear me cuss about the shitty job I had to do in the heat. No one to tell me to speed up or slow down, or to do it differently. I carried a box of worn sweeps to the truck with other used metal parts meant for the recyclers, then went back to for more.
A vehicle pulled up, and I assumed it was dad coming to get some tool or part he may have on hand. I just kept working, desperate to finish so I could get a shower.
“What are you doing?”
I turned to see Junior standing just behind me. He was in cargo shorts and tank top and looked good enough to fuck right where he stood.
“What does it look like.”
“Looks like you need to take a break.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So, I should rest a bit?”
“I did not say that.”
We both laughed, knowing exactly what Junior meant by a break.
“I’ll get you dirty.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Nasty fuck. I undid my jeans and pushed them down. Then my boxers, revealing my half hard cock. I stroked it as Junior watched.
“Get over here and suck me,” I said.
Junior crossed the short distance, tugging off the tank top and undoing cargo shorts. When he stood in front of me, the shorts fell around his ankles revealing he had no underwear on. He went to his knees, as he took my cock in hand. He kissed the head, licked it, sucked on it until I pushed half of it into his mouth.
“Suck,” I commanded and held still watching his head move back and forth on my cock. Junior worked his mouth on my cock until I needed to cum, and I let him swallow my first load. As soon as he took the last ejaculation, I pulled him to his feet. I swung him around, bent him over until he had to brace himself on a sawhorse that was twisted and threatening to collapse. I smacked his ass until it was red, then hobbled up behind him and lay on his back, rubbing my sweaty filthy body over it. I pumped my still hard cock along his ass while toying with his cock. I got the bastard fully erect and pushing his ass back against my cock. I raised up and put my cock to his hole.
“You want a man to fuck your ass?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck my ass. Put that dick in me.”
And I did. I penetrated his tight ass then held still waiting on him to relax to the stretching of his opening. When he pushed back on my cock, I took him by the waist and began to fuck. I pushed inward, all the way, over and over, until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the barn. I fucked him until his cries were louder, and he was pleaded with me not to stop. I was already hot and loose, and I moved with a fluid rhythm as I hammered his ass. I lay on his back and ground my cock into his depths and smeared more sweat and filth on his back. I took his cock again, stroking it as I fucked him.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Junior.
I felt him shudder and jerk beneath me, felt his cock flex in my hand, and knew he was spraying cum across the dirt floor. I rose upright, took him by the waist and fucked harder, faster, slamming hips against his ass. I had to keep him from pitching forward as I hammered that ass. Then I became devious, as bawdy as Junior taught me to be. I turned him from the sawhorse and pushed him down on that dirt floor. He was on his knees, and I pulled them out from under him, so he lay flat in the dirt, and I was on him in an instant. I penetrated that ass again and lay on his back. As I ground my cock in his depths, I tugged his head up and nipped and kissed the neck, the earlobe, and along the scruffy jaw. Then I put my lips to his ear.
“Take me, take me, mother fucker.”
“Fuck…Rusty…do it, do it.”
I lifted myself up on my hands and increased the pace of my fuck. I slammed down into his ass, over and over, until I could hold back no longer. I shoved into his depths and kept jamming my hips against his ass as I pumped wad after wad into him.
I stood up, cock going flaccid and dripping. I was sweating and smeared with dirt from the jeans around my ankles to the top of my head. I looked down at Junior who lay still for a few seconds before rolling over. His back and ass were smeared with dirt and sweat. When he rolled over, his chest and stomach were filthy, covered solid in that fine dirt. And his cock was caked in it around the head where he had come again.
“Maybe we should slip up to the house and shower off.”
“Ya think,” said Junior looking up at me with a serious expression, until he cracked and began to laugh. “You are a nasty hot fuck.”
End of Summer
Junior sat opposite me at the tavern. It had just opened in town, claiming to have the best burgers and for those of age, a full bar. We sat in the bar for the dining room had been full, and it had proved to be a good place to check out the guys, or in Junior’s case, the girls.
“You guys ready for harvest?” asked Junior as he watched this very pretty redhead pass by our table.
“I think so. Dad has been working on the combine for a week now.”
I looked from Junior to over his shoulder to this Latino that had just come in alone. Lean build, short black hair, and a smile to warm your heart…or something else in my case. He was eye candy, but nothing more.
“Did you hear Jack and Ruth Ann are getting married,” said Junior.
“Did you know she’s pregnant?”
“What? No! Well, that explains the rush to get married.”
Junior watched the redhead slip in next to two other women, the three of them falling into casual conversation.
“Junior, do you want to talk to her?”
“I…yeah, I do. Is that alright?”
“Of course. We never made any claims about what we had, and I’m not marrying your ass even if you get pregnant.”
“Very funny. But are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m tired, so let’s pay and I can leave, and you can…well, see if she is interested.”
Junior started to stand up, but I stopped him.
“One more thing. You know we’re both going to move on.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. But hey, it was a fun summer fling, right?”
“Yeah, it was.”
I left the tavern, going down the street until at my truck. I climbed in, started the engine, then sat back smiling. I had intended on calling it off with Junior, but he saved me the effort. He was free to pursue someone else, and I was free to call Justin back. He was back from a vacation overseas with friends and had left me a message. A simple little message. Hey, Rusty…I was wondering if we could get back together. Damn straight, and I knew I had a few more tricks up my sleeve to share with him since we last saw each other.
