Cookie Boy

All’s I want is a beer and a nice round ass to pound on.

102 degrees in the fucking shade and not an interesting man in sight - at least, no one lookin’ my way. The Summer Festival in town is just getting started, but my dick is already straining at the zipper of my jeans and I’m ‘bout as horny as a man my age should be. Where the fuck is the concession booth?

Behind the table at the Make ‘Em Large Bakery booth, I eye the cookies and scratch my hairy belly. The boy behind the counter is in his twenties, maybe. Baseball cap with the bill curled in and the bluest fuckin’ eyes God ever made. Blond, close-cropped hair and nice smooth veiny arms with skin like milk. He smiles a wicked toothy smile.

“There’s my man,” he says. His voice is low and heavy, like I imagine his cock to be. “You gotta try the Chocolate Chip Honey Oatmeal special,” he says. His blue Paul Newman’s staring right into mine. “It’ll make a man out of ya.”

I finger my nipple and act like I’m thinkin’. His eyes go there and he licks his lower lip.

“But then,” he adds in a husky whisper, “you seem man enough to me.”

Straight to the point. Like I like ‘em.

“Joe,” cookie boy shouts to his coworker, “I’ll be back in a few.”

As the boy heads around the back of the booth, he unties the apron from around his slim waist and tosses it into a corner. The coworker looks at me a moment, then laughs to himself. Like he knows. Like he’s seen this before.

Cookie Boy doesn’t say anything, just heads for the porta-potties. I follow him. It’s hot and he’s hot and what the fuck. My cock is an incessant pounding in my pants and Cookie Boy is just what I’m lookin’ for.

We both duck into the porta-potty. He closes the lid and sits down on it. Being the start of the festival it doesn’t smell at all, just a little flowery. The boy pulls his shirt off over his head and balls it up. He looks at me with that wicked smile.

“Show me what I want, big man,” he says. But he doesn’t wait for me to begin unbuckling my belt. He’s right on it. He’s eager like he hasn’t seen a cock in years. His blue eyes study my zipper as it comes down. He smiles when he sees my big hairy bush and the stock of my hard veiny cock beneath it.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “This is what I’m talking about.”

He pulls my cock out and as it’s released from my jeans, it flops up and smacks him in the lips. He smiles and digs down for my balls.

I have to stop for a moment to tell you: my balls are huge. I’m not bragging or nothing. I didn’t make ‘em myself; they came with the rest of me. But my balls are hairy and big and my nutsack is wrinkly and there’s skin for days and men tend to really love ‘em. Which is great ‘cause there’s nothing like a man payin’ attention to my nuts.

So Cookie Boy sighs. “Jesus,” he says. No actually, he growls. He flips me his grin. Then slowly his tongue comes out, all the while staring at me, and begins slowly licking my big bull balls.

“Oh Christ,” I say. My cock is standing at full attention, hard as a stone. There are beads of sweat gathering on my forehead as his tongue licks my hairy balls like a dog. I place my hand on the top of his head, not to guide it but just for the turn-on of this man’s lickin my nuts.

“Lick those fuckers,” I say.

“You like that, big man,” he asks. His hands begin roving over my belly and my chest. His fingertips gliding along my chest and gently pulling on the hairs there. His right hand works my nipple. His tongue moves to my cock.

The warm wet sensation on the head of my cock makes me mad with horniness. “You gotta suck it, dude,” I say. “You gotta get me off.”

Cookie Boy runs his tongue up the length of my cock, tonguing the precum at the tip before looking up at me and saying, “Whatever you want, sir.”

Then he dives down my cock. No warmup. No waiting. Hot wet mouth all the way to the root. His nose in my pubes. It takes my fucking breath away. I feel his hot mouth slurping and pumping my cock into his throat. My hand moves to the back of his head.

“Ung, yeah,” I say, losing all verbal ability.

The guy moans on my cock and I feel the vibration move into my hard veiny flesh. He moves slowly but steadily up and down my shaft and I feel the desire welling up deep in me.

“Stop,” I say. “I’m gonna cum.”

But he doesn’t stop. He just moans again and the vibration of the moan runs through my cock.

“No,” I say, pulling him off. His eyes go all puppy dog.

“But I want it, sir,” he says. He pouts and I have the serious need to kiss him. My lips part his and my tongue goes into his throat. He moans. He tastes a bit musty from sucking my dick and this just serves to turn me on more.

I pull off him. “No,” I say. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

He needs no more encouragement. Cookie Boy is on his feet, pulling down his pants. His cock is thick and bent a bit to the right, but it’s hard as a pole and it slaps against mine.

“Nice cock, boy,” I say.

He turns his back to me and spreads his legs, his jeans just below his knees. And oh dear christ, what a fucking beautiful ass like I’ve never seen before. Round and smooth and don’t you just want to spank it? But my dick must be heard.

I pull from my pocket a little packet of lube and a condom and it doesn’t take much before the head of my cock is nuzzling up to his bright little pucker. His hands are against the wall of the porta-potty and it looks like I’m arresting and frisking him rather than fucking him. But his ass is ready and he slightly wiggles it at me.

“Please, sir,” he says. His voice is low and growly. “Please, sir, now.”

I slowly press in. My cock, I should say, is not huge, really. But it’s not small, either. And when that fucker’s hard, it’ll do the fucking job. When I push through the guy’s ring, he gasped. Breathing hard. I can tell he’s feeling it. But suddenly, I’m in and he’s so hot and smooth and fucking amazing in there that I can’t hold much back and I start slowly banging him.

“Ah God,” he says. “Fuck me, big man. Fuck me so hard.”

I know I’m starting to fuck him hard when my balls begin slapping the bottom of his ass cheeks. The slap slap slap sound gets me so hot and I run my hand up his spine and feel the jizz rising.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say.

“Oh yeah, daddy.”

“I’m gonna cum inside you, boy.”

“Yeah, daddy, plow me good.”

I feel the cum ready to explode.

“Here you go, boy.”

And the cum rolls up and bursts out my cock and into the sheath and I feel his ass twitching and twitching and I know he’s cumming with me onto the walls of the porta-potty.

“Arrgh,” I say. My arm goes around his belly and I feel his cock and cum and hold him tight to my belly as my balls unload their heavy cum.

“Oh, big man, yeah,” Cookie Boy says. “Yeah.”

I hold him for a while, feeling his breath rising and falling against my hand. My cock slowly slips out of his ass.

He turns around and kisses me deep. His cum rubs into my fur as we kiss.

“That was very nice,” I say, coming up for air.

Cookie Boy smiles at me. “And now,” he says, “how about that cookie?”

I kiss him. Tasting the salt and sweat of the day. “A beer would be better.”

“Yes, sir,” he says with his wicked grin. “One beer and one cookie comin’ right up.”

I WELCOME YOUR BACKTALK, BOY!

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Glenn Williams (aka, Mutantbearman) is a freelance writer who has published erotica, erotic poetry & queer journalism for decades. He is also a business and technical writer as well as a theatre director and actor. He has written blogs, screenplays, fiction, journalism, poetry, and non-fiction. He lives with his sexy boyfriend and Nala the cat in Portland, Oregon.