Sixty-Six

(for ChaSIR, the King)

He is my King. He is everything.

I stand here, in the servant's dungeon beneath the King's chamber. Waiting and praying. I wait, always, for the King's pleasure. I pray to serve Him faithfully. My scarred knee is shaking as I lean against the shadowy wall in the dungeon. My knee is shaking and my hand is fingering my crotch, like I do when I'm anxious.

The dungeon is full of men in states of half-dress, strong arms, soft folds of bellies, long thick thighs. Men stretching their ballsacs, fingering their assholes, sharpening their blades. Two men wrestling for the favor of the soldier's guard, in hope he'll “put in a good word.” The soldier's guard stands at his post beside the entrance to the dungeon. The soldier is beautiful. Full belly, moon-faced with a heavy beard, a bit gray. Manly and confident. Everyone around the King, it seems, is beautiful. The guard is sexy enough, I'd gladly take him deep inside me, if it wouldn't be seen as currying favor.

I'm a servant in the King's palace. One of many. A tall drink of water, but I make up for it with a round, welcome belly, hairy pecs, and the unwavering need to serve. My hair is cut short and my beard is grown long and gray. My strong faithful blade rests in its scabbard on my back. I have scars from long years of battle for the King, but men say I'm still reasonably handsome. My ass is thick, my hands are fast, and my mouth and throat are experienced, so I never get complaints.

I lean against the wall relatively alone. Another servant leans not far from me, biting his nails.

“Have you seen him yet?” the servant beside me asks without breath. He is as nervous as I am. He is barely dressed, a small ragged pair of shortened pants with the back torn out, revealing his muscular hairy ass. A bit bold, in my opinion. Too bold. I look at his tousled hair and crooked grin. Wonder how he could think he's ready to see any King, let alone The King.

“The King, I mean,” the servant adds, like I might not know who he's talking about. “You ever seen him?”

None of us know who will be called next. Or if anyone will be called next. Or if ever we will be chosen.

“I have not yet seen my Lord in person, may I be granted such joy,” I say quietly, eyes on the floor, “but I have had the privilege of seeing his likeness.”

“He's fucking beautiful, he is,” the servant says, licking his dry lips. “Those big fucky arms, that hairy daddy chest, that kissable face. And –“ He makes a crude gesture with his hands indicating a large cock. “I'd like a piece of that shit, I tell you what.”

Fury, like a dark fire, rises from my chest. My body responds without thinking. Abruptly, I turn to the other servant and punch his face hard. He hollers, recoiling with pain and shock, falling against the cold wall. Several other servants grow quiet and turn to see the newest drama. A few laugh.

“Fuck!” the man says. “What did you do that for?” He daubs at his nose, but there's no blood there.

I grumble at him. Is this idiot even worth it? “You're lucky I didn't draw my sword,” I say quietly, looking deep into his eyes with my eyes of fire. He is tense, pissed off for a moment, but slowly he seems to understand, and softens.

“Didn't have to hit me so hard, cunt,” he says rubbing his face. I offer my hand to him and help him stand upright again. “You'll get worse than that, if you don't mind your place,” I say. “A servant speaks always with reverence of the King,” I say. Jesus, he should know this. “You are nothing. I am nothing. He is everything. He is... the King.”

“Well, aren't you earnest,” the servant jibes, quickly backing away to avoid any further remonstrance from me.

“When it comes to the King,” I say, leaning back against the wall, “everything is earnest. I live to serve the King.”

There is commotion at the dungeon door. A well-dressed servant has stepped inside and is talking to the handsome soldier guarding the door. They are too quiet to hear. The man I struck leans against the wall, watching. The other men have grown silent. All eyes are on the two at the door. When the well-dressed servant steps back out, he closes the door with a heavy thud.

“The King desires the service of number sixty-six,” the guard says loudly.

The whole room groans and sighs. The two men resume their wrestling.

“Damn it!” the servant I struck barks. “Thirty-five,” he says, resigned. He turns around and clunks his forehead against the wall dejectedly.

I stride to the soldier at the door. “I am sixty-six,” I say, looking directly into the soldier's eyes. The soldier looks me up and down, and smirks a bit. He knows what the King likes. He opens the door and steps through. “Follow me,” he grunts.

As the door closes, I hear the guy I struck, mumbling to himself, “Lucky son of a bitch!”

I take a deep breath. My heart pounds. My light white cotton shirt, open all the way, shows my hairy chest and soft round belly. I have heard the King likes that style. The very thought of meeting the King gets me hard, and it shows, but my pleasure is nothing. The King's pleasure is everything. I dust off my pants, which I have painstakingly stitched and groomed for this meeting, adjust my hard cock so it's not obscene. My sword hangs heavily from my back, sharp and deadly, ready for the King's bidding.

I assume I will be sent off to do battle again. I am honored. I serve at the pleasure of the King. My eyes are cast to the floor as we walk up a flight of stone steps. My shirt billows behind me as I walk, openly flaunting my soft belly and the hills of my hips. At the top of the stairs, the soldier opens a door, and I slowly step into the King's chamber, full of firelight. The soldier leaves, closing the door behind him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a fireplace roaring with a heavy popping fire. A large bed, richly covered in heavy furs, lounges in the other corner. Large chairs and overstuffed pillows.

The well-dressed servant moves to stand before me, then walks in front of me a pace, his brocaded cloak swaying softly as he walks. The stone beneath our feet clicks with each step. I cannot even feel the presence of the ceiling, it is so high above me. Like my King is high above me.

The servant stops and bows deeply. “Number sixty-six, my Lord” he announces.

As the servant moves off to one side, I step one step forward. I dare not lift my eyes, but I can see a soft golden carpet and the base of a throne of stone and wood. Two strong, beautiful feet stand before the throne, with no sandals to protect them. His feet are perfect. For a moment, looking at the King's feet, my head grows dizzy.

I bow deeply to His Majesty, mostly in reverence, a bit out of light-headedness. My cock aches in my pants. I am nothing. The King is everything.

“Take off your clothes,” the servant says.

I do not hesitate, though I do not understand the reason. I keep my eyes glued to the King's marble feet as I unsheathe my sword and lay it quietly down on the floor in front of me. I remove my scabbard and the open shirt from my white, rounded shoulders. I hear a grunt. I beg you, my Lord, please be a sound of approval, I pray. I unbuckle my pants and slide them off my full hips, struggling over my plump, ample ass, and down my long, hairy legs. I stand upright again, my hard cock getting in the way. I can't do much about that now, but I slightly arch my back hoping the King won't be displeased.

I must not look up. Instead, I dream of what I would do to those precious feet. Soft, caressing kisses on the arch. My King. My flat tongue coursing along the pad of His feet. My Lord. My hands moving along the length of His legs. He moans softly. His big toe. Deep in my tonguey, wet, eager mouth. He groans. Your Grace. His big toe, His hard needy big toe, deep in my –

“Thank you, number three,” a golden Voice says.

The servant's footsteps move away from us. A door closes.

The quiet is deafening. I breathe as softly as I can, Naked here, big man that I am. No matter what happens, I will remember this day with joy until the moment I die.

The King approaches me. He is fully naked. I see his feet. His strong, muscular, furry legs and the slight curve of his muscular, manly belly. He must be almost as tall as I am, maybe six feet. He is precisely proportioned to that hard, muscley form that sparks the urge to serve in me. His hard, veiny cock, a King's cock, worthy to sire a nation. Straight out from his dark bush of fur, a slight thick upward curve, it nearly touches my belly. I can feel his desire coming from the tip of his smooth, perfect glans aimed at my crotch. I can feel the heat and strength from that perfect projectile, his hefty ballsac full of his power, and again I begin to feel faint. I am under his royal sway. I would do anything... anything... for him.

I keep my eyes down. He slowly circles me and I can feel the heat of his body as he moves to my left, and behind me, and to my right. And in front of me again. He steps a bit closer and I can see his brawny, hairy chest. The potent curves of his muscled arms full of power and will.

For a moment, I am sure I will pass out.

The thing that awakens my senses is the fire of his touch. His touch is lightning bolts. It is shivering grace. He runs his fingertips across the hair on my chest softly. My eyes close, focusing on his touch. But in a moment, his hand drops, and grips my cock hard. I gasp, but fight against the desire to wince. I'm trying desperately to control myself, but my cock wants so bad to shoot just from the shear pleasure of the King's touch. My hard cock throbs once, twice, but does not shoot. I take deep breaths to stop the urge. The King releases my cock.

“Good,” he says to himself. He moves behind me again, dragging his fingers over my nipple, my biceps, my back. My body is a pyre, waiting to be consumed. I give it to thee, oh Lord.

“Sixy-six,” the King says. “I'm impressed by your past battles in my Name. And... I've seen you before, you know.” His touch is the greatest gift I've ever received. My brain struggles to function. “My lord?” I gasp.

“I sometimes watch my servants from afar,” the King says quietly. “From this very chamber. For my own pleasure.”

“The pleasure of the King is everything,” I say. It is a mantra keeping me from surrendering to pure ecstasy. “There is no other thing, living or dead, more urgent than the pleasure of the King.” I can barely breathe. His fingers stroke down the length of my back and rest on the upper curve of my ass. “I live to please you, Sire,” I say. “I am utterly, completely yours.”

The King's fingers move down softly into the cleft of my ass cheeks. I moan softly. The small hairs of my ass cheeks thrill at each pass of his fingers. Without thinking, and I pray not assuming too much, I move my hands to my ass and gently pull my cheeks apart. I am thoroughly prepared, cleaned and lubricated, as all good servants should be. But I never dreamed I would be so honored by the King. His strong fingers feather across my pucker, and I suck in my breath, my cock throbbing heavy against my weighty balls.

I arch my back enough to allow the King his pleasure. I feel the long, strong fingers of the King move into my hole. I bend forward, taking him. His strong fingers, it feels like two of them, but might be three, push against my pucker repeatedly, sending shivers of joy into my body. It is not for me to enjoy. It is the King's pleasure I seek. I groan and it seems to please him.

“The King desires you to do him a boon,” the King says to me, his fingers pushing against the silky strong walls of my sphincter, feeling the tight, willing heat coming from my asshole. “Will you be my champion?”

I can barely breathe. “It is...” I stumble out, “my utmost pleasure... My Lord... to serve.”

The King fucks me with his heavy fingers. He is very strong and it is slightly painful, but there is no pain when it comes to the King's desires. I take it deep. Like a man. Like a good servant takes it, with joy. Soon with each thrust of his fingers, my sphincter yields to his touch, the groans escape my lips without a fight, and I yield, I yield to the King's need. I try my best not to think of his cock entering me. I would definitely pass out.

“Do you enjoy the King's pleasure?” the King asks quietly. I feel his thick, veiny cock throb against the back of my thigh. It sends me reeling.

“I live for your pleasure,” I almost shout. And push back onto his fingers. Deep, deep, to the knuckles. Maybe a bit past. I have never done this before. It makes me cry out. The King moans luxuriously in my ear. I'm in complete ecstasy, and the pleasure is exquisite, but it is the King's pleasure that makes me moan.

“Very good,” the King says.

Without removing his fingers completely, the King moves around to the front of me, his arm stretched across my back with one fingertip pawing at my ass still. His magnificent cock is bobbing directly in front of my face. It is everything I can do not to part my lips, reach out, and take his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth. My eyes are unfocused. I am completely cock-crazed. It takes all my decades of preparation and will to resist sucking on that hard, perfect piece of throbbing, veiny man-flesh inches from my lips. For a moment, I am reminded of my dog, my hand stretched out with a morsel, saying, “Wait for it...”

“Good,” the King says. A bead of precum emerges from the tip of his cock and if something doesn't happen soon, I am definitely going to burst. The King pulls his finger from me and it feels like the grace of God leaving my body. He stands up fully, the precum on his cock begins drooling down towards the floor between us. I cannot stop staring.

Finally, I open my mouth, breathing heavily. His cock bobs slightly before my face. My head spins with a vision of the cum of the King filling my mouth, invading my throat, and filling my stomach with his power and majesty. I would drink every royal drop. But I don't take him in. I serve at the pleasure of the King. I wait. After a moment, the King takes a few steps back from me. I can't help the guttural whine that escapes my throat.

“Yes,” the King says. “I think you'll do.”

The King reaches out his hand and pulls my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. The entire universe is there. His smile is the only joy I need. I am looking into the face of God. “You will train to take a cock of my length and girth,” the King says to me. “It will take several of my men stretching you out for a while, but you must remember each time, they do so in my Name.”

“I serve at the pleasure of the King,” I say, my heart racing. I must be dreaming. I am not this fortunate.

“Yes,” the King says. “Serve me faithfully, and you shall be called to my bed some nights. But you will no longer serve me should you fail to please me.”

The thought of failing the King has never showed its ugly fearful face in me. I fall to my knees before him. “My Lord,” I say firmly, “I shall never fail you. I give myself to you body and mind, to do as you please, from this day forward.” I stare deeply into his eyes. He is dazzling. He is the sun. He is a living god. He is everything and I will serve him mightily and without fail.

“Your obedience pleases me,” the King says. He distractedly fingers his nipple as he speaks, looking over his possession with shining eyes. His cock drool touches the floor in a long thin thread of ooze.

“I will obey you always, My Lord!” I shout.

The King smiles at me. He walks back to me, and bends down, lightly kissing my forehead. I feel there, with his kiss, pleasure, lust, joy, and a kind of benevolence. My cock throbs wildly. I am so afraid I'm going to cum. After kissing my forehead, the King stands upright, and places his hand beneath the heft of his royal cock, lifting it to me. His cockhead drips with precum. My heart is joy. My soul is his Service.

“You may kiss me now, Sixty-Six, my newest plaything,” he says.

I lean forward, my lips open, and I kiss the end of his hard, salty drooling cockhead. I swirl my tongue to take in all the thick creamy fluid. My tongue lingers beneath his heavy glans, tasting every nuance of his royal precum. My lips close over the head of my King's powerful cock.

“And you may cum,” the King says. And I shoot. I'm not touching myself. But I shoot and shoot and shoot, crying out, more cum than I've ever shot before. The King smiles. Laughs. I am a almost weeping, a besotted dog of lust and cum and obedience, cumming out my gratitude before the King.

The King pulls on his long thick cock, a glob of precum sliding onto his fingers. He holds his fingers to my lips. As I lick them clean, eyes closed, completely lost in Him, the King says, “Well done, my good and obedient servant.”

His cum is all the nourishment I will ever need. His desire is my only desire. He is my King, and my King is everything.

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!

Ridin' the Rails

I’m riding Amtrak south and feelin’ the need for a drink. Knowing there’s whiskey in the lounge car, I head that way through my car and into the next one. The train wobbles on some old tracks, which makes me have to keep my hands on the overhead racks while I walk and since I’m wearing a muscle shirt to stay cool, my armpits are all bear fur splayed out for all to see as I pass. My arms aren’t muscle arms by any means, but they have some shape and, damn boys, I can wrap you up tight in ‘em when I need to.

Starlight winks in through the open windows as the train moves through the night. Occasionally a distant porch light or lit-up highway billboard passes in the distance. I keep wobbling down the aisle. Halfway through the third car, I see something that makes my knees weak. Laid out across two big train chairs is a chubby cub sleepin’.

He’s maybe late twenties, early thirties. Downy blonde hair kind of short, but not buzzed or anything. I could still grab a fistful while I shove my cock up his ass. His face is so round and white and he’s snorin’ these little cute snores through his open o-shaped mouth. Such fine red lips which contrast against his sexy powdery white skin. He has a little blue blanket that is covering most of his body while he sleeps but the shape of his big round belly is obvious. His arms are soft smooth masses of pudgy deliciousness and goddamn I’m gettin’ real hard standin’ here watching this boy sleep.

Across the aisle the chairs are empty, so I duck into them and sprawl out best I can. I’m a big guy, 6’4”, and so sprawling is not so easy as this cub has it. But folding my one leg up on the chairs allows me at least to have some access to my crotch, which as I lean back against the window, I begin rubbin’ just watchin’ this cubby snore.

My cock has been hard for a while, but now, lookin’ at this sexy boy and feelin’ the hard rub of my beefy paw on its throbbing length, my cock extends itself to its full size inside my pants. I want so bad to take it out and jack, but I don’t want to get arrested, so I try to keep in control.

Damn, this chub cub is fuckin’ hot.

The train makes a big wobble and the chub wakes up. His eyes fall on me and for a moment he looks confused. I don’t stop rubbin’. I just stare at him and slowly rub my cock. Hell, if he doesn’t like it he’ll say so and I’ll walk away, no harm done.

I’m hopin’ he likes it.

The cub looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my hand rubbin’ my crotch. His hand goes up to his jowly face, wipin’ his lips with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I answer back.

He grabs a corner of his blanket and tosses it off. In his sleep his shirt has ridden up his belly and I can see the full bulk of his belly, marshmallow smooth and silky soft, with a deep wide belly button. He sees where my eyes go. He doesn’t pull the shirt down. Instead his pudgy hand goes right to his belly and slowly rubs it.

“Mmm,” the cubby sighs. “I’m kind of hungry.”

I push my palm hard into my crotch and feel my hard veiny cock push against it. “I’m hungry too, boy,” I say all low and growly. I want to be this boy’s daddy bear tonight so badly I can taste him already.

“I see that,” he says. His voice is kind of high and soft and it’s turnin’ me on something fierce and by this time I’ve forgotten all about whiskey and want nothin’ but the boy. “Maybe I can help you out with that, daddy bear.”

Chubby cub sits up in his chair and pulls his sausage fingers through his blonde hair. “I got an idea,” he says. “Follow me.”

He gets up from his chair and heads for the stairs. I stand up and follow, my cock tenting out the front of my jeans like crazy. We slowly make our way down the train stairs and the chubby cub opens the door to the handicap bathroom.

“It’s a tight fit,” he says, “but I think we can do it.” His hand goes to my chest and feels my hairy tits there beneath my shirt. He turns and goes in. I follow him in and lock the door behind us.

When the cub pulls his shirt up over his head, I feel for a moment like I can’t breathe. He is a soft, pink Michelin boy of chubby splendor. His tits are magnificent, ample and downy white with sweet pink nipples pouting at the end of them. I pull my shirt off me and my face dives down to take one of those pink sugartits into my mouth. The chub sucks in his breath when he feels my tongue lapping along those nipples and pulling his soft enormous breast into my mouth.

“Oh daddy!” he murmurs. His hands move across my hairy back and one hand pushes my head onto his creamy tit. His other hand works its way to my front where he begins pinching and twisting my hairy nipple.

I work my mouth and tongue across his flabby tit until I reach his arm. He gets the cue and lifts his saggy arm above his head. His armpit is bulgy and soft and there are little wisps of blonde fur in the crevice and my tongue can’t get enough of this beautiful chub.

“I want it, daddy,” the cub says. His hands are now at my belt and he’s working feverishly to pull it open. I help him out. As I start taking my jeans down, the cubby unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. His little curvy cock is full staff underneath the bulk of his belly, his tight wrinkly ballsack push between his fat thighs and his hips are wide mounds of creamy goodness. He kicks off his sandals and pants right as I’m getting mine off. When we’re done, we stand in the narrow bathroom, the train wobbling, just starin’ at each other.

He is a perfect little cream puff of pink and white. He is pinching his little titty unconsciously while he looks me up and down. He lingers at my hairy fuckin chest and my belly. He takes in my bearish arms and thighs. But his mouth falls open when he gets to my big bull balls and my hard throbbin’ cock which is pointed right at him.

“I was hoping to blow that beautiful cock of yours,” the cubby whispers. “But it looks like it needs to fuck, right now!”

I lean in and kiss the boy. His mouth is soft and bubble gum sweet and his tongue plays on mine as he growls his pleasure into my open mouth. He turns around with my arms still wrapped around his body and he puts his hands up against the walls of the bathroom.

“Do me, daddy,” he says softly but insistently, “Do me now.”

He shoves his ass into my crotch. It’s so wide and flabby and soft and fuck I could cum just lookin’ at it.

I lean down and grab some lube and a condom from my jeans pocket. He waves that fat ass in my face while I slide the condom on and slick it up. I use my slicked up fingers to press into the deep fold of the chub’s ass until I find his pucker. He’s groaning as my fingers grope his asshole, his wide fat butt cheeks soft against my hand.

“Aw, god,” he says, “I need fucked so bad.”

“Yeah, boy,” I growl. “And I’m just the fucker to do it.”

I pull out my hand and grab my cock, so hard and insistent in my hand. My cock is so fuckin’ relieved to find its hard fullness diggin’ its way between the ample ass cheeks of this creamy soft chub and when it reaches his pucker, it’s massive head pushes it apart like a bulldozer.

The chub cub gasps. “Oh,” he groans. “Yes!”

He breathes deeply and I wait as patient as I can. One of my hands is high on his shoulder for leverage. The other is wrapped around him holding onto one of his soft pink tits. While his ass relaxes, I lean in and give his neck fat wet kisses.

“Oh,” he groans again. “I want it so bad. So bad.”

I push my cock slowly in. He tightens once more and I slow fuck in and out, just the length he’s loose. It feels so good on my cock I think I could explode. I’m groaning my pleasure right into his ear. Soon, he is loose and my cock goes all the way into the depths of this chub’s ass. My balls slap right against his flabby ass.

“Goddamn, boy,” I say, “Goddamn.”

“Aw, daddy, yeah,” he groans.

I start fuckin’ in earnest now. Our clothes in a heap below us, my greased up cock diggin’ up this boy’s creamy white butt, breathing hard, my hairy belly pressed against the soft folds of his back. My hips are buckin’ back and forth like an animal’s in this guy’s ass while I continue giving soft wet kisses to his neck.

“Oh! Yeah!” the boy whines. His arm is jiggling jiggling while he jacks himself off as he gets fucked. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

I pound his ass hard. My hard cock rubbin’ his prostate and makin’ him all explosive.

“Then cum, boy,” I growl. “I’m right behind you.”

And I lean in and bite his neck. Not hard but enough he can feel my need.

“Aw!” he shouts and I feel his asshole twitch tight around my cock thrusting deep inside him as his cum splats against the wall with a loud sound.

I feel ready myself and I reach down with both hands on his hips and start deep plowing him hard and fast. It’s everything I can do with the wobble of the train and the tight confines of the bathroom, but I’m fucking him out of pure irrational heat and horniness and in a moment I feel my balls churning in the sack and it’s about to happen.

“Aw, fuck!” I holler. My cock shoots and shoots jets of hot ropey cum deep inside this boy’s butt and I give the boy’s hip a slap at the cum fuckin’ goodness of it.

“Damn! Fuck, boy!” I holler.

He rides it. He milks every bit of the cum out of my cock until I am spent and my cock slowly slides out his ass. I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash. We’re both breathing loud and hard as locomotives.

The cub turns back around, his back to the wall and he grabs my cock, milking the last few drops from it. He raises his cum-tipped paw to his lips and licks it.

“Mmm,” he sighs. “Manly.”

His soft blue eyes stare into mine. I kiss him again hard and deep.

“Nice ride, boy,” I say, coming up for breath.

“Oh yeah, daddy,” he says, pulling on my cock again. “Buy me a drink and we’ll do it again.”

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