Cabana 2: Second Cock

Straight ahead of me, walkin’ my way, is the tallest, broadest-shouldered, hairiest, Latin muscle monster I’ve ever

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” Hector shouts again, and the crowd roars. 

Second rooster? What the hell is Hector saying?

The muscle monster, whom I assume is Vincente, has the most evil grin on his face and I swear to Christ it looks like he’s droolin’. Handsome as fuck. Pecs like slabs of steak covered in dark fur. Abs like you only see in advertisements for bluejeans. His cock is a fat tube of meat swinging hard and loose over a huge hairy ballsack. 

I look down at Ramon, whom I’m bent over, on all fours. Ramon is grinning like a madman. 

“You like Vincente, señor,” he says. “All like Vincente.”

I lift off my hands to stand upright on my knees, but Vincente’s meaty hand pushes me back and I fall onto my hands and knees again. Vincente drops to the floor behind me and suddenly my ass cheeks are pulled wide apart and I feel his stubbly chin rubbing between them.

God, I haven’t been rimmed in ages. And suddenly wham! his hot, wet, pointy tongue pokes out and strokes my asshole. It’s like thunderbolts exploding up my spine.

“Aww, damn!” I shout. My whole body is on fire from the pleasure of this musclegod’s tongue in my ass. My eyes are closed, focusing on the waves of electricity. Vincente licks up my ass crack with a flat wet tongue, his slobber moistening my entire buttcrack. His pokes at my hole like a little red cock, and I gasp at how good it feels, then he sticks his face between my cheeks and scratches with his beard stubble again.

“Ung,” I moan. “God!”

Somehow Ramon has slid out from underneath me, and when he’s completely free, I collapse onto my elbows, my ass high and completely Vincente’s. He’s got my ass cheeks wide and I’m pushing back into his manly face and his tongue is lapping my asshole and every nerve in that muscley ring of mine is tingling. 

My cock is hard and swaying with the movement of his face and it’s droolin’ the last drops of cum from before. Ramon kneels down by my side and begins to slow stroke my cock, milking every drop out and teasing my cock hard again.

Suddenly, the pressure from Vincente face is gone and my butt is left high and dry. I kind of crumple up onto my side, feeling the good throb in my ass. From here I can see Vincente. His back is to me. Amazing broad V of his back muscles leading to the strongest, roundest most perfectly muscled ass I’ve ever seen. Dusting of fur above the massive globes of his butt. Artists should study that ass.

Vincente’s putting on a condom. He turns back and looks at me. There is no nice in his eyes. It’s pure lust. Unadulterated desire. Dom of doms. No wonder everybody likes Vincente. 

He turns and kneels at my feet. He lifts one of my legs to one side of him so I’m layin’ on my back flat on the floor with a leg on each side of his spectacular form. His long, hard, condomed cock is pointing straight at my asshole like a compass needle to magnetic north.

Christ, I don’t know if I can do this. This guy’s a monster.

“Oso! Oso!” the crowd begins a low chant.

I take a few deep breaths as Vincente grabs me by the hips and, through sheer damn strength, pulls my hips up onto his broadly muscled thighs. The tip of his big cock presses into my ballsack. My belly crumples into a big heap of fat and flesh and fur as I reach up and grab my knees and pull them apart and to the sides of my belly, bringing my ass even more in line with Vincente’s tool .

“Vincente! Vincente!” the crowd chant. “Oso! Oso!”

I grit my teeth, ready for a serious reaming.

Directly above my head, the beautiful broad face of Hector appears. He kneels down, so it looks like he’s upside down, squatting over me. He has stripped naked. His fat uncut cock bobs right above my forehead.

“Hector,” I say dreamily. Hell, I feel almost drunk with lust and the fear of this monster at my ass. My hand automatically reaches for Hector’s cock (hey, I’m only human!) but I quickly remember to go back to holdin’ up my leg. Hector smiles at the effort.

“Señor,” Hector says. “Choosing Vincente is good luck. Good luck and bad luck.” He reaches his hand forward and rubs my belly lightly. I can feel Vincente’s huge cockhead nudge against my asspucker. This bastard’s going to rip me in half. 

“You will hurt now, mi amigo,” Hector says. “But soon you will feel... very, very good.”

I feel Vincente’s cock pushing into my asshole. It feels like a telephone pole havin’ it’s way me. Waves of nauseating pain shoot from my ass and slam up my belly. I start deep breathing trying to relax. The crowd roars their approval. 

Fuck,.it feels like I’m gonna pass out. The pain is shutting me down.

“Look in my eyes, señor,” I hear Hector say. I’m tryin’. I’m really tryin’.

“Aw, god!” I cry out between clenched teeth. Hurts like a son of a bitch. 

Yet within the pain, I want this manly monster more than anything. I bend my head forward and see the massive, hairy, muscular bulk of Vincente, his abs tensing, a trickle of sweat moving through the hair on his chest. His beefy hands grab the backs of my thighs and jackknife me even further. I push out as Vincente pushes in and I feel my ass muscles expand to include this huge intrusion of blood-pounding flesh.

I reach my hands up and take Hector’s face. Hector bends over and kisses me long and deep on the mouth. Vincente never stops, he is slowly pushing his cock further into my ass. I slam my hands against the slabs of hairy concrete that are Vincente’s pecs. I am folded in half and skewered and I’m not sure if I can do this at all.

Hector pinches my nipple and the sensation is earthshaking. It races from my nipple to my cock and asshole and my asshole relaxes and I shiver and gasp with the pleasure of it.

“Ah!” Vincente says. “Es mío ahora!” And he plunges his cock to the hilt. Hard.

For a half second I think I’m going to black out. The crowd roars. Hector bends down and kisses me on the lips. I feel the full length and fuckin’ breadth of Vincente’s cock deep inside me. I’m panting like an animal, and tears are comin’ out my eyes, and I’ll be damned if I ain’t also laughing! I’m laughing because of how fuckin’ good it feels.

We lay still a few seconds, my body adjusting to this massive skewering. Hector rubs my chest and my belly and gives me little kisses. 

“Oso!” someone yells. I turn my head and see a mass of men with hard cocks in their hands, their glistening eyes locked on what the three of us are doing.

Vincente waits patiently, his eyes closed in ecstasy since, well, I ain’t braggin’ here, but my asshole is pretty tight, having not seen a whole lot of action in the last few years and certainly nothing as ample as this thing. I squeeze my sphincter on his cock and Vincente’s eyes fly open.

He laughs low and toothy as he puts his hands in the crooks of my knees and begins a slow gentle pull out of my ass. It feels awesome, feeling that cock leave my body, and I growl a low growl, shivering all over. Vincente laughs. And when he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with the voice of a mountain range, low and rocky.

“Vincente...” he says, rolling his hips a bit as he slides his cock out my ass. “Vincente... big gallo,” he says, grinning. 

Fuck, yeah, man. Damn big rooster.

He stops his pull out and begins to move in again, a little faster this time. At the same time, Hector pinches my nipple and it feels like fire quenched by ice and I want to scream with how good it feels. I am being fucked by a mountain of muscle and fur. Vincente slides his cock in and slides it out and each thrust is a masterpiece and Hector laughs and pinches my nipple and rubs my belly, enjoyin’ the way I gasp with the good of it.

The crowd is groaning and moaning. I glance to the side and see that there are men fucking and sucking and jacking everywhere. Kneeling, bending, standing against the wall

I want it now. Fuck it. I got to have this guy.

“Bueno?” Hector says, looking into my eyes.

Fuck, yeah!

“Muy,” I yell. “Now fuck me!” 

I slam my fist down on Vincente’s rock-solid chest. It don’t make a dent, but I get his attention. He growls a low hungry growl and starts really fucking me. A cheer goes up. Vincente leans in and begins pounding my ass, his ass muscles flexing and unflexing, moving that monster dick in and out of me like a dog in heat. He grabs my shoulder with one hand, and pushes me even deeper down on his cock. 

“God!” I yell. “Aww!” It hurts so good.

I slap Vincente’s face. He grins. I slap him hard. There is pure anger in his brown eyes. Then he smiles again. I slap him once more. He grits his teeth and bangs his cock into my ass with a brutality I’ve never known.

“Ung, do it!” I yell. Slamming my fist on his hairy chest.

“Vincente wins you!” Vincente hollers as he bangs me hard over and over, without mercy. 

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles of his back as they flex, thrusting his cock in and out my ass. Hector squats back up above my head, his cock leaning toward my face. He has put his hands on Vincente’s sloping, solid shoulders so he can squat lower. Hector’s cock comes toward my lips. I open my mouth and Hector’s cock slides in. His cock is hot moist rubbery foreskin and slippery eel muscle and salty precum ooze and I breathe through my nose and lift my head and I am being fucked at both ends now.

“Aw,” Hector cries out. “Oso macho grande!”

“Si,” Vincente growls. “Mi gran oso!”

Vincente pounds my ass and Hector’s cock slides deep down my throat and I am mad with lust and taking it all like a pro. I can feel the skin of Hector’s cock sliding loose down the length of his hard veiny shaft and my tongue works overtime to please this patient, sexy man.

The men all around are groaning and cheering and soon I’m feeling hands reaching out and touching my belly and chest and pinching my nipples and rubbing my sides and I see hands all over Vincente’s muscular mass and Hector’s body is covered with men’s hands as I’m ass-fucked and face-fucked into bliss.

Suddenly Vincente roars, loud as a fuckin’ tiger.

I feel his cock contract as it shoots wad after wad of hot jizz. “Vincente!” he roars, white teeth blazing, lifting his arms in a spectacular muscleman pose. 

Hector gasps. “¡Dios mío!” he screams and his cock bursts loads of cum deep into my throat and mouth. God, I’m going to drown here! I struggle to swallow and breathe at the same time, but it ain’t all that damn easy.

Hector’s cock drains of buckets of hot salty cum. It’s dribblin’ out my mouth, but I don’t care. My tongue laps at that hard cock, licking out each pearly drop. Pretty quickly he gets ticklish and yanks his cock out my mouth with a plop!

Muscle monster Vincente shivers and shudders as the last drops of his cum fill the condom still deep inside me. I ease my legs down with a groan (I ain’t no spring chicken!) and the action of doing so slowly slides his cock out of my ass. It’s excruciating, feeling the emptiness his cock makes as it leaves my body. Vincente puts his hands on my belly; his brown eyes are shinin’ like licked brown M&M’s. Sweat courses down his hairy chest across his slabby abs. We are all breathing heavily, looking at each other.

“Amante,” Vincente says as he wraps his massive arms under my body and lays his head down on my belly. I laugh. Hector leans over and kisses me, lappin’ up the cum that’s dribbled onto my face. 

“I didn’t forget you, Hector,” I say to him, kissing him back.

“Gracias, señor,” Hector whispers, smiling. 

Hector stands and shouts in a commanding voice: “El gallo está aquí!” and a chorus of voices go out crowing loud rooster calls.

The Rooster is here! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Cluster Fuck

“What a cluster fuck,” I say to the tow truck driver.

He acts like he didn’t hear me, though in the moonlight I can see the corner of his lip curl up when I say it. He bends over and continues hooking my goddamn broke-down car to his tow truck. I hate this. Couple hundred miles from home, late at night in the middle of nowhere and my car decides it’s time to have a fit. And it’s probably something small and inexpensive that I could have taken care of on my own, if I was home.

Shit.

The only bright spot in this cool fall busted down night is the tow truck guy. Quite a bit shorter than me, long dirty dishwater blonde hair, skin sunburnt the color of autumn leaves. Classic redneck tow truck guy. He’s dressed in loose bib overalls under which is a skin-tight red thermal underwear shirt that flaunts his massive pecs and the slopes of his shoulder muscles. But it’s his fuckin’ arms that’s got my attention. Long and strong and veiny, his biceps bulge from years of labor and there’s not an ounce of fat on the guy.

I’m trying not to openly drool, but Jesus, this guy’s got me hard.

“At least it’s not raining,” he says in a slow drawling baritone. Nice smile when he smiles. My cock throbs and I’m feeling a bit non-verbal, like a blushing fucking schoolgirl.

“Yeah,” I mumble, shifting my weight, standing like a klutz at the side of the road while this guy works. He turns and looks at me. In the moonlight I see his green eyes and his full lips and all I can think of is leaning toward him and kissing him. He has one of those bottom lips that beg to be sucked on and kissed down. He has a small soulpatch beneath it, too. One that’s long enough to chew on and lick up.

And that’s when I notice that I’ve been staring and he’s been staring back.

“Well, did you?” he drawls.

What a horny dick I can be sometimes. “I’m sorry,” I say, tossing in my best silly puppy dog smile for good measure. “What did you say?”

He looks down, wiping his hands on the hips of his overalls. The fabric there pulls taut and I can see that he’s carrying around one mean package down there. I lick my lips before I can stop myself.

“Did you put it in neutral?” he says again.

“Oh,” I say. “The car?”

He laughs out loud, but it’s friendly, so I laugh, too.

“Of course, the car,” I say. “Yeah, I put it in neutral.”

“Great,” he says. He steps out from the chains and walks over to me and we stand side-by-side, like men do, looking at my car jacked up to his tow truck. He adjusts his body so that it’s real close to me. In fact, I can feel the heat of his arm on mine. He smells like nutmeg or some other spicey thing. My head is swimming with lust for this hick.

“Yeah,” he says, turning his head to me. “It’s a cluster fuck, all right.”

He walks forward to my car, but as he walks past me, his arm brushes my arm, chest and belly and – I swear I’m not making this shit up – his hand lightly brushes up against my cock. My whole body quakes and my knees want to buckle. Did he do that on purpose?

He bends over to look through my car window. His ass is a ready reach away from me and he seems to linger there, looking through the window, his ass slightly rocking back and forth in front of me.

“Yeah, it looks pretty good,” he drawls out, looking through the window, his ass moving back and forth.

And, oh, what an ass. Round and ample and I didn’t notice the red & black bandana hanging from the back pocket till now. He rubs one ass cheek with one hand and turns his head to me.

“Want to ride with me?” He has one eye kinda squinted closed. Renegade.

“In the cab?” I say.

“Yeah, man,” he says, standing up straight, chuckling. His green eyes shine in the moonlight. “I mean, would you like to?” He’s walking – hell, fuck no, he’s sauntering – straight toward me, starin’ in my eyes. “You wanna ride me? Up there? In my cab?”

He reaches down and cups his crotch in his veiny hand.

This is the happiest cluster fuck I’ve had in a long, long time.

He is an inch from my face. Or rather from my chest, since he’s considerably smaller than me. He’s smiling and I can smell spearmint gum on his breath and his spicy cologne. And then I feel the thick hot softness of his lips on mine and my eyes close automatically so as to focus on the wonderful warm sensation of his kiss. He groans as my tongue moves between his lips. His arms move around my waist and mine touch his hard, muscled shoulders and his broad, tapered back.

“I’m into big guys,” he says when he pulls back for breath. “Especially ones with a hairy chest and a broken down car. Strong, manly and helpless.” His fingers move over my chest and slip in between two shirt buttons to feel the heavy fur there. He smiles that killer smile again and I lean in for another deep kiss.

“Well,” I say between kisses, “I guess, that pretty much describes me, at this moment.”

He looks back and forth down the road. There’s no one out here but us two horny fucks. He fingers the button snaps on my shirt a moment, before he simply pulls my shirt open with both hands. The buttons unsnap and my hairy chest and belly come out into the night. The autumn air is cool, but not cold. Just cool enough to get instant rockhard nips. He leans in and his large pink tongue goes flat against one. A jolt of electricity runs from my nipple to my crotch and back again. He licks my hard hairy nipple like a fuckin’ dog and I groan loud enough to startle a flock of geese in a nearby slough.

His hand cups my crotch and finds my hard cock thumping through my jeans and he squeezes it and keeps squeezing it and I think I’m going to pass out. “Like that, bear?” he says. I kiss him deep and he laughs and I spend a moment getting felt up while I chew on his soulpatch.

He steps back and gestures. “Nice cock,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say.

“Big hairy bear,” he says in a whispery, far-off voice. “I think it’s time you get in,” he says and walks toward his truck cab.

I walk to the passenger door and open it. It’s one of those massive tow trucks that you have to practically climb into, with a huge cavernous interior. I climb up and the tow truck guy feels my ass as I do. “Drop your pants when you get up there,” he drawls all sexy and low.

I sit on the cab seat and unbuckle my jeans. Lift my hips and slip them down to my ankles. I’m not wearing underwear. My cock is full hard and leaking greasy precum and I’m ready for whatever this guy has in mind. I look down and out the door and the tow truck guy has unbuckled his overalls and taken his shirt off. His chest and abs shine white in the moonlight, all the places where he isn’t suntanned and my cock jumps to see his naked torso. He is massive and strong and there are whisps of light blonde curls between his pecs and running down from his knotted navel toward his crotch.

“Condoms and lube in the glove compartment,” the guy says. He moves his hands over the overall buttons at his hips and his overalls drop to the ground. He has on a tight red speedo and it’s obvious that his cock is quite ample and his balls are filling out the pouch quite nicely. He tosses his clothes to the floor of the cab.

I reach into the glove compartment and pull out a condom and a packet of lube. I slip my foreskin back and roll the condom down on my hard and ready cock and the lube goes into the pocket of my open and useless shirt. Tow truck guy climbs up into the cab and for an awkward moment, his face is over the dashboard, next to the window, his ass is right in my face, as he tries to move his legs between mine, like he’s going to sit on my lap for a good fuckin’. He laughs at the awkwardness and says, “Tight fit, but we’ll make it work.”

I reach up and pull at the speedos. Peel them down to his knees. His thighs are massive and muscled taut and his ass is as smooth and beautiful as I could have ever imagined and I pull his hard cheeks apart to see that beautiful pink pucker. My tongue knows what to do.

“Aww, fuck, bear,” Tow truck guy groans. His arms go out on the dashboard and he’s shivering with his legs between mine and his ass getting reamed out by my expert tongue. My cock is throbbing with precum lubing the inside of the condom.

This guy’s ass is great. I can’t stop licking and slobbering his ass pucker and he’s groaning and growling and yelling out, “Bear! Aw, yeah, Bear!”

I stop for breath and he turns his face over his shoulder. I can only see his eyes pleading with me over his mountainous back and shoulder muscles. “Fuck me, now,” he says. It’s almost a slow whimper. “You gotta fuck me now.”

The lube is waiting in my pocket. I rip it open and realize his ass is already soaked from my spit and tongue, so I dribble the lube on my latex-sheathed cock and grease it lightly with my fingers.

“Bear, I’m ready,” he says. His pucker opens and shuts like a pink hungry mouth. I grab hold of his hard horny hips and slowly guide him down. I grip my cock with my other hand and guide that wet and ready rod toward him. When the tip hits his asshole, it slides forward a bit before hitting his tight ring.

“Relax, baby,” I coo. He’s breathing hard and high groaning, trying to concentrate on the pain and the wanting and I feel his knotted asshole loosen and my dick pushes in a bit more, so tight and hot and slick inside there.

“Aw, baby, yeah,” I say. “Yes, big bear man,” he coos.

My dick moves deeper and deeper into his redneck ass. He breathes hard and focuses and allows me deeper and deeper. Soon, he is sitting full down in my lap, impaled on my hard beating cock. He lifts his head and shoulders, his back is against my face. I reach around and one hand splays against his solid, rippling abs and caresses the hair trailing down there. My other hand finds his cock.

His cock is massive. I mean, fuck, probably twice the girth and a third again the length of mine. It feels hot and skinned up and pulsing in my hand. I move my hand on his shaft and his ass tightens on my cock.

This is cluster fuck heaven, buddy.

He puts both hands on the dashboard and uses it and his muscular thights to slowly lift his body an inch or two off my lap. My cock feels every inch he pulls up. When the head of my cock is at his assring, he slowly slides back down.

Fuck. One pump and the windows are all fogged up and my balls are barkin’ and ready to explode and I think for a fleeting second about love and sex and chance encounters on dark lonely roads. I kiss the valley between his back muscles where his spine runs up and he arches back slightly and wiggles his ass on my lap.

I lay my head flat against his back as he rises and falls on my cock. He rises and falls, rises and falls, all in a slow steady rhythm that makes my belly churn and the persperation come down my forehead and I can smell the musky, spicey smell of two manly bodies making hot steamy sex in the confined space of a tow truck cab.

“Aw, man,” I say, low and growly. “So tight.”

There is a change in the tightness of his ass and my cock is moving smooth and readily up and back in his ass and he turns into this wild man now furiously pistoning up and down on my lap. The muscles in his thighs and his hamstrings flex and relax and his ass bobs up and down on my hard rod and he throws back his head and screams with the pleasure and joy of it.

“Oh, bear, fuck me hard!” he yells. He puts one hand on the ceiling. There is a bead of sweat rolling down his back. I take its saltiness in my mouth. My cock is throbbing like it’s gonna bust in two and I’m feeling it ready to go.

“I’m gonna cum in you, baby,” I say.

“Yes!” he yells, fuckin’ with my cock, twistin’ and throbbin’ and pistoning his ass up and down on my swollen cock. “Fill me up, bear!”

And my balls rumble and explode and my cock is Old Faithful and my cum beats and beats into the sheath and fills his pounding ass and I yell out, “Aww, yeah!” and he yells, too, “Fuck, yeah, aww!”

When I’m spent and my cock stops throbbing, he pulls off and twists his body so he can collapse onto the seat next to me with his legs draped over one of my legs. His cock is so hard and full and pushed up beating against his rippling abs. I peel the condom off me and my cock is beginning to soften and it’s covered in my cum.

The tow truck guy, seeing the state of my cock, leans forward and grabs my cock in his hand. Pulling up, his hand moves up my cock, scooping up the cum. He puts his hand to his mouth and licks with his large, pink tongue. I groan and smile.

“Do you need me to take care of that for you?” I ask, nodding to his throbbing cock. I reach for it, but he grabs my hand, lifting it to his face..

“Yeah,” he drawls, grinning. Green eyes straight into mine. “When we get to my house, I have a few things I’d like you to take care of.”

He puts my fingers in his mouth and gently sucks them. I sigh and lean my head back, feeling the warm wet of his mouth. He laughs softly and lets my hand go.

“Let’s go to my place,” he says and moves to untangle his legs from mine. His speedos are tangled with my jeans and my shirt is damp with sweat and cum and the smell of his spicey cologne. We try to untangle and only seem to tangle further.

“Damn,” I say, laughing.

“Cluster fuck,” he says, bending toward me. Our lips meet. The salty taste of my cum on his soft full redneck lips.

Best cluster fuck I’ve had in a while.

Linebacker from the Past

Probably should have worn some underwear. I’m pretty sure my big ol’ boner’s peekin’ out the bottom of my shorts. But I figured, what the hell, I’m just going down the hallway of the Super 8 to the ice machine, so I shouldn’t run into anyone who’d care much. Almost two in the morning. No noise from the closed doors except the occasional quiet murmur of TV and the rattle of a snore or two.

When the door to Room 205 pulls open with a jerk, I try to move to the other side of the hallway, but my fuckin’ hairy feet catch on the rough indoor/outdoor carpet and instead I stumble right into the guy comin’ out. 

And what a guy to stumble into! I’m 6’4” and he’s probably got an inch or so on me, dark hair cut close to his scalp, blue fucky eyes that look like granite pebbles in clear water. He has a little partial goatee that covers his chin in tight dark stubble and fuck if that jaw don’t look solid and square and made of iron. He looks like some linebacker past his prime. But not that far past...

In fact he looks a lot like... shit, it couldn’t be...

“Jimbo?” I ask. “Jimbo Darnelle?”

The big bruiser looks at me like I’m some kind of terrorist, sharp blue eyes all squinted up. Suddenly his eyes go wide. 

“Holy shit!” he says. He takes a step back and looks me up and down. “Look at you!”

“Jesus, Jimbo,” I say, sticking out my paw, “What the hell you doing here?” 

“I can’t believe it,” Jimbo says, “I haven’t seen you since... Christ, how long’s it been? Ten years?”

“We graduated closer to twenty years ago, dude,” I laugh as he shakes my paw. His grip is firm and beefy and his forearms are a mass of fur-covered muscle. Back in high school, this guy played football for our high school and was considered a local hunk. He was gregarious enough, but we ran in different circles and I never knew him well. He seemed to always shut up around me and I took it for being stuck-up or something.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” I say, staring blatantly at his midriff. He’s wearing a cutoff jersey and his abs look like that of a twenty-year old, though we’re both in our mid-forties. His rippling stomach muscles are dusted with fur that looks like its been trimmed. I tug on my shorts a bit ‘cause I’m pretty sure my boner’s noticed this hunk as well and wants to come out for a better look.

“Thanks, bud,” he says. He pats his stomach and laughs. “I try to keep in shape, you know.”

“I can see,” I say. 

“Looks like you’ve filled out some,” he says. He has a killer grin. Kind of one-sided with rows of perfect white corncob teeth. I pat my round hairy belly and grin right back.

“Yeah, gettin’ curvy in my old age,” I say. 

His eyes meet mine. “Yeah,” he says, “Well, it looks good on you.”

He nods at me quietly. Smiling that killer grin. His eyes stay locked on mine. His hand softly rubbing his abs.

“Thanks,” I say. “In shape looks mighty good on you, too.” I venture. I mean, hell, I don’t know. I don’t remember the guy that well. I remember seeing him with girls on his arm in school, but who knows what can happen in twenty years? Maybe he’s branched out.

He pulls up a beefy hand, thumb extended toward his room. “Wanna come in for a bit?” he says. “I wasn’t really headin’ anywhere. Just kinda bored and lookin’ for...” His voice trails off. He smiles his killer grin again. My boner’s not only peekin’ out, it’s droolin’ too. “Man,” he says, “It’s so good to see you. Come on in.”

What the hell? I step into his room which looks just like mine. Long desk, mirror, TV, queen-size bed with a loud blue and red print on the cover.

“Want a drink?” he says pointing to a cooler on the floor beneath the desk. “I got beer.”

He bends over to lift the lid and he’s wearing these real thin shorts that hike up and I can see the curve of his ass cheeks hanging down and I gotta tell you... I haven’t seen such beautiful, powerful, muscled ass in centuries. 

“Yeah,” I say weakly. I need to sit down. “I’ll take a brew.” I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at his ass. The muscles are so hard they look like a horse’s ass, big and hard and long. His calves are bisected beautifully and my impulse is to grab and bite them, they look so good. I hear the rumble of the bottles in the ice and he sure is takin’ his time gettin’ those beers.

And then I notice. He’s watching me in the mirror. He’s been watching me stare at his ass. The tip of my cock is drooling on his bedsheet.

And he’s grinning like a cheshire cat.

“Like what you see, buddy?” he says.

I gulp. I mean, seriously. I have to swallow to keep from drooling out my mouth like I’m drooling out my cock. “Yeah, Jimbo,” I say all low and growly. “I guess I do.”

Jimbo turns and it’s obvious that his interest has been growing as well and my eyes wander from his bulging shorts to his muscled abs to the beer he’s holding out dripping in front of him. I take the beer and twist the cap off and chug a few deep chugs as he rubs the fur on his belly.

“I had such a fuckin’ crush on you in high school,” he says. “But you know... I couldn’t say anything then, ‘cause...” His voice trails off again.

“You had a crush on me?” I say. “I mean, you could have had anybody in that school, why the fuck would you have a crush on a guy like me?”

In response he pulls off his cutoff jersey and reveals a massive chest, two tiny but fuckin’ pert nipples and biceps that could crush your head open like a bad walnut. He tucks two thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulls ‘em down without fanfare. He kicks them off his feet into the corner. His legs are stunning and his balls are two giant fuzzy orbs hanging low beneath a large full veiny cock.

“Don’t know why I had a crush on you,” he says. “I guess I always liked big guys.”

He reaches down and pulls my shirt up by the bottom. It goes over my head and lands on the floor. “Stand up,” he says. 

Yes, sir, whatever you want, dude. I stand and he comes up to me, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, like two football players ready to scrimmage. “Take off your shorts,” he whispers. 

I drop my shorts off my hips, step out of them. My cock is so hard, I need to shuck the skin back so it doesn’t fuckin’ rip open. He watches me pull the skin back, still smiling that killer smile. He takes a step closer and I can feel the heat of his body. My cock throbs and knocks against his hard cock.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers. 

And all I can feel is his lips on mine and his tongue entering my mouth and I think I could cum just thinking about what’s going on. His arms go around my shoulders and mine go around his waist. His back muscles are hard and corded and I can’t believe this bull is in my arms and my cock and his are bobbin’ against each other like two snakes fighting.

He pulls back. “What do you like?” he asks. He’s kind of breathless from the kissing and I can tell he wants it as bad as I do. 

“I think I gotta taste that rock hard ass of yours,” I say. 

“Aw, fuck,” he says. “I love gettin’ rimmed by a bearded man.” He laughs and pushes my chest with the tips of his fingers. I fall back onto the bed. 

He turns and his big hands go flat on the long table beneath the mirror. His legs spread and his rock hard ass is directly in front of my face. His balls and cock hang below and for a moment, I’m milking his cock from behind with long downward strokes. He groans and his ass wiggles a bit. 

“Careful, big man,” he says. “You got me so hot it won’t take much for me to shoot.”

I stop milkin’ his dick and start pulling apart his ass muscles, which is not an easy task, considering what massive gluts the guy has, but he relaxes and soon I have sight of a tight beautiful perfect pucker. I move in and get a slight hint of sweat, manly musk and soap before my tongue touches the pucker and plays. 

“Aw, god,” he says with a heavy sigh. His ass twitches and my tongue moves in a bit and out again, licking and playing with that beautiful asshole. “Rim me out, man,” he says. “Oh, god.”

I use the flat of my tongue and lap his asshole like a fuckin’ dog and he starts making weird noises like whining and my tongue is gettin’ his asshole awful juicy with spit and that just gets my cock thinkin’ as it throbs on the bedcover. My balls are rumblin’ too and they want nothing more than to empty into this tight juicy linebacker ass.

“Aw, god,” he groans. “You gotta fuck me, dude.”

Like he fuckin’ read my mind.

Without moving much, he grabs the small drawer from beneath the long table under the mirror. He pulls the drawer completely out of the desk and throws it on the bed beside me. In it are packets of condoms and lube. 

“Hurry up, man,” he says. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

I rip open a condom and start rollin’ it down my dick which ain’t difficult considering how fuckin’ hard my dick is.

“I used to jack off dreaming of you fuckin’ me,” he says. His ass is swaying right in front of my face and I feel dizzy with the blood rushing to my cock. “Did you ever fantasize about me?” he says.

Ah, Jimbo. “About every fuckin’ day.” 

I pull back and lick my finger and insert it into his tight ass. I watch my finger sink to the palm into his asshole and inside I feel the soft moist folds of his insides and my cock thumps on the bedcover like a dog’s tail. 

“Yeah, man,” he says. “Yeah, more.”

I pull my finger out and lick it again. It’s musky but real nice and it gets me even hotter and I’m growling like the fuckin’ bear I am when I stick two fingers to the hilt into his squirming, itchy ass. He gasps, but he takes it like a man and soon I’m going for three.

“Ah, stop teasing me,” he says with a gruff laugh. “I want your cock, big man. Give it to me now,” he demands.

Who am I to argue? I stand behind him, lift the heft of my condom-sheathed cock, rip open a pack of lube and dribble some on my cock. Then I dribble some lube high on the cleft of his ass muscles. The cool liquid drools down onto his hole and I watch as his pucker twitches and lube bubbles on the edge of the hole. 

“You ready, Jimbo?” I say.

“Don’t be gentle,” he says. “Please, god, just fuck me hard.”

My cock doesn’t hesitate much. It pushes into that tight hole like a badger burrowing and Jimbo is practically gulping trying to take me so fast. “Fuck,” he says between clenched teeth. But he says, “Don’t stop. Get it in, man.”

And I push it on in. It’s gotta hurt but the guy really wants it and I’m pulling back on his hips until my pubes are pressed against his asscheeks and my cock is buried in the tightest, warmest, slickest place it’s been in ages.

“Fuck, Jimbo,” I say. My arms circle his chest and we just hang on a moment, his hands on the table, my arms around his hard pecs. I feel him breathing hard. My hairy belly smashes against the muscles of his back.

“Feels. So... good,” Jimbo says. “All right. I’m ready.”

And I pull back and push in. And he groans and his head is thrown back and I can see over his back and shoulders into the mirror and his cock is so big and hard it’s throbbing on the desktop and his chest heaves beneath my hands and his throat is open and if I wasn’t busy pushin’ my cock back up his ass, I’d be kissing all over that neck of his.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says. “Harder.”

I slam back down his ass and pull back slowly and slam back down, like some maniacal jackhammer and I don’t give a shit anymore except for what my cock is asking for and next thing I know we are just fucking like two dogs in heat. The sweat pouring down his back can’t be distinguished from the sweat rolling off my hairy belly and my balls are slap slap slapping against his ass cheeks.

He leans up a bit and opens his eyes and looks at me through the mirror. His blue unflinching eyes punch a whole in my heart and I pound his ass staring right at him. We are quiet and there’s nothing in the room but the sound of two men fucking and our breath rising and falling and the soft groans that come from both of us. Slap, slap, slap goes my balls. We both groan out loud.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says. In the mirror, I watch his cock spurt hot splashes of cum all over the table, his balls dangling below pumping up cum like a fountain. His ass is tightening with each shot and this sends me over.

“Aww,” I groan. And I’m cumming and cumming like I haven’t cum since I was eighteen and gallons of the stuff is filling the condom and who knows how it can contain it all. My cock is shuddering inside his ass and he’s laughing from the pleasure of it.

My hands rub his tits and tweak his nipples and he growls and says, “Oh yeah! Ah yeah!”

Fuckin’ touchdown.

My cock slobbers and flops out of his tight asshole and I’m out of breath and sweat flows down my hairy body. Jimbo turns and grabs my head like a football and kisses me deep. I suck on his tongue until I can’t breathe.

“That was fuckin’ worth the wait,” he says when he comes up for air.

“Definitely,” I say. “Let’s not wait another twenty years.”

“Twenty years?” he says. “Hell, big man... give me twenty minutes.”