My body trembled as I hoisted myself onto the flatbed of his truck.
Whether the trembles were from nerves or excitement, I couldn’t tell. I was hypnotized and desperate to be used by this rugged stranger.
"Yeah that is grade a jock pussy right there,” he said and I could feel his warm breath tickling the sweaty hairs in my deep trench.
“Oh fuck yeah!” I growled as he viciously, almost violently drove his tongue into my hole.
He chewed, licked spat, spanked, and ravaged my ass. The coarse hairs of his stubble scraped the sensitive skin surrounding my hungry, hairy cunt. It felt incredible and was making me absolutely feral.
I couldn’t resist pushing back into his face. I hadn't noticed the cheap comforter laid out across the flatbed of his truck when I climbed up, but I was grateful it was there. Not bothering to wonder how many men had been fucked on the thin worn blanket, I collapsed forward so my chest was bracing my upper body so I could reach back and spread my fat cheeks apart, hoping the assault on my pucker would get more invasive.
I could feel his growls vibrating inside me. Every deep grunt sent precum surging from my rigid cock that was aching for freedom from the tight, moist confines of my jockstrap.
Between his aggressive tongue fucking and the earlier fingering, not to mention the smells lingering in my beard and penetrating my nostrils, as well as the fact that all this was happening in the middle of the forest with a total stranger, I knew I wouldn't last long. I couldn't help myself I reached between my legs but my hand was swiftly swated away and guided back to my abandoned cheek, all while his tongue snaked deeper into my wanton hole.
“Fuck me, daddy,” I whimpered desperately.
"You want my big cock stretching out your tight cunt?"
"Please, sir."
I had never been so turned on by being such a submissive cock hungry slut but I was into it more than I could've imagined.
The truck sagged from the weight of his body climbing up and I felt the heat of his thick legs on either side of my hips with my ass still perched in the air. His rough hands grab my waist and before I know it I’m being lifted off my knees and flipped on my back.
I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to see his silhouette towering over me. He still has his hat and glasses on but nothing else restricts any part of him except for his worn boots. If I weren’t so distracted by the thick piece of dripping meat jutting out and curving up from his unkempt salt and pepper bush I probably would have been disappointed that the rank threadbare jock was no longer on his solid, beefy body.
“You like this, faggot?” he growls as his fingers wrap around the base of his shaft and heavy low hangers.
“Yes sir,” I whispered, hypnotized by and hungry for it.
“Be a good girl? Get it nice and wet?”
It wasn’t a question, it was an order. There was no time to answer even if it was - his free hand had tangled in my hair and yanked my face to his crotch, giving me just enough time to open my mouth. My tongue was rewarded with the gooey tip of his cock slapping my outstretched tongue a few times. I wasn’t sure if I should close my lips around it and start sucking but I knew it wasn’t really up to me anyway. I savored the taste of his precum with every wet smack.
“That’s it, use your tongue, clean up all that baby batter.”
He made it so easy to submit and I had never been so happy to take orders.
I used every trick I knew to make him moan like an obedient hungry cock sucker, swirling my tongue around the bulbous spongey tip, tracing and lapping everywhere, making sure to lick up every drop of steadily flowing precum. It was bitter, salty, but not sour and I couldn’t get enough. Worshiping the fat head only made me more desperate, he could sense it too.
“I got me a real starved faggot,” he laughed as he yanked my hair back and spat into my mouth.
I was going to swallow it and say thank you sir but before I could, his thick meat was pushing past my lips, tongue, and forcing it’s way down my throat as he pulled my head toward his musky crotch.
I had about three-quarters of him down, I could taste and smell all the piss, cum, and sweat as he held me there. My cock was so hard, straining my jock as I worked my cheeks and tongue on his shaft, breathing through my nose so I didn’t choke.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled and slapped my cheek.
He yanked me back, and I gasped for air.
“Like the way a real man’s cock tastes?”
“Yes sir,” I panted with drool hanging from my lips.
He pulled me in again, not stopping this time until my nose was crushed against his pelvis and he held me there by wrapping one of his bulbous calves over my shoulders. I did my best not to gag, spit was pouring from the corners of my mouth as my throat muscles contracted around him. I wanted to be the best little faggot I could and with stinging eyes, I looked up into my reflection in his glasses.
It was so fucking hot watching myself be used by this stranger.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s it,” he groaned, nodding with a lusty smile as his hands worked on his nipples.
He used his leg to start guiding me back and forth, switching between short quick pumps and long slow deep plunges. Every thrust made his heavy sack smack my chin as spit poured from my mouth around his cock and my body wretched.
The relentless skull fucking was getting to be too much but I knew it wasn’t up to me. All I could do was grab his beefy ass and brace for dear life as sweat and tears blurred my eyes that never stopped staring up at him.
I knew I could have pushed him off me, but I loved every second of being used, truly allowing me to give up all control in a way I never had.
“Fuck, that mouth is good, slut.” he said holding me all the way down, “But I can’t get my girl pregnant down her throat.”
Just as I was on the verge of blacking out he finally withdrew.
I had only a few seconds to gasp and sputter before he kicked my legs open and knelt between them. He looked so fucking hot, dripping in sweat, his cock dripping with my slobber - all of him glistening in the sun.
I knew what was coming next and was as excited as I was nervous based on the rough throat fucking. I could feel my hole tingle in anticipation and there was no way I wasn’t going to at least try to take a pounding from this beast.
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