“Loud and clear.”
“Well, do you want to do it, or don’t you?”
“Oh, I’ll do it, all right. I’m not about to pass up on an opportunity like this!”
“Let’s get on with it, then.”
“Sure. Suck me, first, though,” Luc demanded.
He pushed down roughly on Perceur’s huge shoulders, forcing the big man to kneel on the bed between Luc’s widespread thighs. Luc tugged on Perceur’s disheveled hair.
“Open your mouth,” Luc barked. “Suck my dick!”
“Hey, who’s the violeur here, me or you?” Perceur joked.
“Like you said—let’s try something different. Now, open up!”
When Perceur obeyed, opening his mouth wide, Luc shoved those parted, panting lips down on his cock and he clamped his thighs together around Perceur’s head. He had the big guy trapped!
“Now suck it,” Luc moaned. “You want to blow me, don’t you?”
But of course he gave Perceur no chance to answer. The pierced and tattooed bodybuilder’s mouth was stuffed with Luc’s dick, and Luc intended to keep it that way!
“Eat that meat, bitch,” Luc jeered.
With his hands, Luc pushed the kneeling man’s head violently back and forth on his prickshaft, which started to respond to the wet warmth and pressure of that sucking mouth.
“Blow me, you big, dumb jerk!” Luc dared to say. “Come on, take it down into your throat! Motherfucker! In the slammer, you made enough guys go down on you. Now, let’s see whether you learned anything, from having their mouths on your dick. Let’s see if you know how to suck!”
Luc held Perceur’s mouth down on his dick until it was throbbing like the beat of an overtaxed heart, and it was so stiff that Perceur was really in danger of choking on it. After enjoying what was in fact an extremely hot blow job for some time, Luc decided it would be fun if he pretended to be dissatisfied, and annoyed.
Luc shoved the other guy’s head away. “You’re a lousy goddamn cocksucker! What else are you good for? You still want to get fucked?”
“Yeah,” Perceur mumbled, humbly. “Screw me!”
“Then stay on your knees!” Luc moved on the bed, positioning himself on his own knees behind the other man. “Now, put your head down, and stick your ass up in the air.” Grabbing the lubricant from the nightstand, Luc slicked up his cock. “You’re going to get it, big guy,” he warned. He put his hand on the back of Perceur’s thick neck, and he pushed the muscle man’s face down against the mattress. “Stay put! Don’t move!” Luc warned his brawny ex-con lover. “I’m going to fuck your frigging butch muscle ass!”
Before Perceur could react, Luc was right behind him, driving his stiff cock, coated with the lubricant, right up his muscular ass!
“Aw, shit,” Perceur complained, when he felt the thick, blunt head of the boy’s hard-on pressing between his buttocks and grinding against his sphincter muscle, battering against it, demanding admission. “Christ, no! That hurts! You’re too damn big, boy, too fucking rough—!” As he uttered these complaints, Perceur tried to squirm out from under Luc, and he reached back to grasp the young hustler’s dick and guide it into him more gently.
Luc slapped the man’s hand away.
“Cut that out! You wanted it, so bad. You’re getting it!”
“Please—!” Perceur babbled.
“Shut the fuck up. My God, you sound like a whiny punk getting a convict’s dick up his ass for the first time! Spread your butt cheeks, open wide, and take my cock up your hole,” Luc dictated.
He inserted himself completely, making Perceur tense up and let out a hoarse cry of pain, which Luc ignored, as he proceeded to fuck him mercilessly
Enthralled, Luc was aware only of the tight, clasping pressure of the anus around his dick, and the sensual warmth of that resisting ass, as he drove himself in and out of it, each long, hard thrust more ruthless than the one preceding it.
“Oh, you cocky, arrogant little bitch!” Perceur griped, as he was compelled, whether he liked it or not, to take Luc’s cock up his ass. “If I had you back in my bunk, in our cell—! Then I’d show you, you dirty little punk! I’d teach you who’s boss!”
“That ship has sailed with the afternoon tide, tough guy,” Luc reminded him. “You might as well shut the fuck up, dude, and open up your ass, and get fucked!”
“You little prick—!” Perceur spat.
“Not so little, from the way you’re whining about being screwed by it!”
“You whore boy! You cheap little hustler! You dirty, stinking mouth and cock and ass for hire! You cunt!”
“Don’t think you’re going to get me to slack off and go easy on you, because of that kind of sweet talk, lover boy,” Luc advised Perceur, sarcastically. “Shit! That kind of talk only makes my cock harder. Which is what you want, right?”
Too aroused to respond with words for a moment, Perceur was twisting his body about, and moaning. He was obviously beginning to enjoy himself, despite the callous roughness with which Luc was possessing his ass.
“Aw, shit!” Perceur shouted. “For such a little dude, you sure as hell have a big cock! Come on, voleur,” he taunted Luc. “Man up! Fuck me, thief!”
“Open wide, violeur,” Luc retorted. “Get fucked! Get raped, rapist!”
Luc noticed that the other guy was using one hand to masturbate himself with, while he whorishly shoved his butt backward to meet each of Luc’s thrusts.
“Stop jerking off,” Luc said. “I don’t want you to come until I tell you to.”
To his astonishment, Perceur obeyed. “Yes, sir!”
Luc indulged in a bit of fantasy—that he was one of the prison’s guards, working Perceur over, callously using him for sex. It was quite a stimulating scenario. Inflamed by it, Luc began to screw him even harder, and Perceur’s whimpers of lust changed to more explicit and ardent pleas.
“Oh, God!” the big man screamed. “Take it easy, damn you, kid!”
“Easy? Fuck that shit! You’re getting screwed, big guy—big time!” Luc swore.
Almost sympathetic to Perceur’s plight, Luc hesitated for a second—but the feeling of being jammed deep into that hot, butch ass was too good for him to want to diminish it by being gentle. And he recalled that Perceur had ignored his own agonized pleas for mercy, that first time in their prison cell, when Perceur had raped him. Luc had been forced to take it, and he’d gotten over the experience. Now, perversely, he even looked back on it with gratitude! He was sure the same would be true of Perceur. Turnabout was fair play. It was karma!
Despite Perceur’s sudden ass shyness, Luc lunged forward into his rectum with all of the brute force of a pile driver sinking into a hole in the ground!
“Try that on for size, big man!” Luc yelled, belligerently.
“Ah!” Perceur howled. “Holy Christ! You big-dicked little bastard, what’re you trying to do, kill me with your cock?”
“Aw, don’t be such a wuss,” Luc advised his prison lover. “Quit whining! You know you love it. So take it. Take my cock! Take it, bitch—take it, and love it! Jesus—who’d have thought a big, tough guy like you could be such a pussy?”
Luc was driving himself into the big man’s asshole with a frenzied abandon now, pumping his prick in and out of Perceur’s traumatized butt as though his erection was a sex machine which had gone haywire and which could no longer be stopped until it self-destructed. Luc’s thighs slapped against the backs of Perceur’s huge, hard legs with the resounding crack of a prizefighter’s gloves hitting a punching bag. Again and again, indefatigably it seemed, he drove his cock deep into the larger, more thickly muscled man’s ass, plowing him hard.
“What a freaking turn-on,” Luc exulted. “Screwing a dude who’s bigger and stronger and tougher than me. Making him be my bitch!”
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Perceur moaned. “Mother of God! And all the saints! They ought to strike you dead, you whore, for using my ass like this. You slut—!”
“Damn
you, I wouldn’t start throwing that word ‘slut’ around, if I were you. Because what are you, other than a dirty cock whore? Who do you think you’re trying to kid? You wanted this, didn’t you?” Luc growled. “Well, now you’ve got it, fucker! How’s it feel? Do you like it? Are you enjoying being the bitch, for once?”
“Yeah! Fuck, yeah!” Perceur gloated. “You really know how to fuck, kid!”
“And for a guy who’s so used to dishing it out, you’re pretty good at taking it, too. You want some more? You want me to fuck you even harder?” Luc taunted his willing victim.
“Yeah, harder—deeper—fuck my hole, boy, tear my ass apart!”
“What’ve you been up to, back there in the slammer, since I got out? Have you been spreading your ass for some of those other dirty cons? For all of your big, ugly, muscle-bound gym buddies, maybe?”
“No, Luc, I swear to God! I’ve been saving my hole for you.”
“Well, it’s not such a bad hole, actually,” Luc conceded, graciously.
“Glad you like it, handsome. Use it!”
“Oh, I am!” Luc said.
He pounded himself at Perceur’s body, deliberately, cold-bloodedly holding back his ejaculation for as long as he could, wanting to make this memorable fuck last for as long as possible. Screwing a man who was bigger, stronger, and tougher than he was, was a novel experience for Luc, and one he intended to make the most of. And Perceur was turning out to be quite a hot piece of ass! No power bottom could have taken Luc’s plowing of his ass with greater glee, or fucked back at him, worked his anal muscles to milk his fucker’s dick, and urged his fucker on, not only with body language, but with obscene grunts and whimpers, more effectively.
“Um, that’s a fine, tight little man pussy you’ve got wrapped around my dick, punk,” Luc taunted the other man. “You’re a sweet little bitch!”
“Who’re you calling a pussy and a bitch, boy?” Perceur grumbled.
“Listen, tough guy—if the cock fits, then shove it up your ass!” Luc joked.
He fell silent, and concentrated on his fucking.
Only when the discomfort of holding back grew stronger than his pleasure, did Luc speed up his thrusts again, getting ready to unload his cum into his fellow ex-con’s battered ass. He pulled out until just the head of his dick was still stuck inside Perceur’s incongruously small, boyish-looking anal pucker. Then Luc rammed all of his rigid manhood back inside the other man’s body, going in even deeper now than he had at first. His second such lunge drove up into Perceur’s anus with even greater force. He repeated the savage abuse of that butch ass, until the big tattooed and pierced muscle man was squealing and shuddering under Luc’s body, responding to the hustler’s unrelenting anal assault like some twink who’d picked up the wrong guy and was being anally abused by him. But, to Luc’s amazement and delight, Perceur’s cries weren’t a protest or a plea for Luc to spare him, to stop—no, they were desperate requests for Luc to fuck him even harder!
“Oh, baby!” Perceur rhapsodized. “What a man you are! What a stud! Oh, drive that big hard dick right into me! Right through me! Give it to me, all of it! Fuck me with it! I want to be your bitch, damn it. Fuck me, oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me!”
“I’ll fuck you, all right, goddamn you!” Luc swore. “Your ass is mine!”
His former cellmate’s display of masochism seemed to ignite an answering sadism inside Luc. His cock dug deeper and more painfully into his fellow ex-convict’s—into his lover’s—ass. The violence of his exertions took Luc’s breath away, and he was afraid he might pass out before he could come in Perceur’s ass. But then he felt the early warning signs of an approaching ejaculation—an additional ache in his swollen balls, a stronger tension in his perineum muscle, and a hot burning and tingling in his urethra.
“Yeah,” he gasped. “At last!”
“Are you going to come?” Perceur asked, excitedly.
“Hell, yes! Get ready for it. I’m going to breed your butt,” Luc vowed.
“Do it! Oh, give me that cum!”
“Aw, shit!” Luc yelled. “You want it? You got it? Here it comes. Take it!” Luc lunged savagely, and sank his erection deep into Perceur’s ass, wringing a groan of desperate pain and pleasure from the man he was fucking. He shot his hot sperm into Perceur, emptying his load into him, holding nothing back.
He was vaguely aware that Perceur was coming, too. The big guy hadn’t so much as touched his cock with his hand, but the steady rubbing of his body against the firm mattress he was lying on, and into which Luc’s thrusts had driven his groin, must have been enough to bring him off—that, along with the violence of the fucking Luc had given him, including a steady battering of his prostate.
“Ooh—I’m jizzing, too, you dirty little fucker!” Perceur informed Luc. “I’m squirting out my load!”
“Shoot it all, you son of a bitch!” Luc demanded. “Blow out that cum!”
Weak and exhausted, both physically and emotionally spent, the two naked lay there in each other’s arms, panting for breath, giving their respiration and their heartbeats a chance to slow back to normal.
Luc pulled out of the other guy’s manhole shortly after he’d stopped coming, and he looked down, dazedly, at his cock. It was still hard, and it was covered with semen. Languidly, he reached for the trick towel which he always kept by his bed, and he used it to wipe himself off. Then he mopped Perceur’s groin as well, wiping the residue of cum from his cockhead.
Beside him, Perceur’s powerfully muscled body, drenched in sweat, was still quivering from head to foot with post-orgasmic tremors.
“Are you all right?” Luc asked him.
“Never better,” Perceur gasped. “Damn! All this time—the whole time I was screwing you, back there in the slammer—I thought you were just another punk. Just another boy whore, for me to fuck! But, no—you’re a real man, my friend. A real stud! You could make any guy happy to be your bitch!”
They rested, together, in each other’s arms.
“Love me?” Perceur asked.
“A little, I guess,” Luc replied.
“Well, shit! Could you be any more ambivalent about it—any more noncommittal?” Perceur exploded.
“Don’t get your balls in an uproar, big guy,” Luc advised him. “I like you just fine. You know I do.”
“Enough to move in with me? We could find our own place, to share. Something better than this place of yours, or my friend’s pad. We could pool our income, our resources, and afford something decent.”
“Yeah,” Luc said. “That sounds good in theory. But what’s going to happen when I need to do an in call? Entertain a john in our happy little home?”
“I’d—make myself scarce, while you were entertaining them. Hey, better yet. Maybe I could start hustling, too.”
“Who’d pay to fuck you?” Luc teased him.
“Well, you just had it, so you tell me. Wasn’t that worth paying for?”
“Yeah, it was.”
“We’re different types,” Perceur pointed out. “So we’d appeal to a different clientele. You, the sweet, wholesome young boy next boy. Me, the hard piece of rough trade.”
“And when you’re not pursuing this new career as Cherbourg’s roughest rough trade escort, what other illegal activities will you be doing, on the side, to bring in extra money?”
“Ones you’d be better off not knowing anything about,” Perceur muttered. “But come on, Luc. Let’s be serious. Why shouldn’t we team up? Live together—we could find some decent place. And work together—run some scams. Why not?”
“I don’t want to end up back in the slammer,” Luc said.
“That won’t happen. Not if we’re smart.”
“You want us to go on being a couple of criminals!” Luc protested.
“Yeah. Why not?”
Luc pondered the matter. Then he said, “I can’t think of a reason.” He kissed Perceur on the mouth.
The End
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Bad Boy Biker
Bisexual Beach Bum Book 1: Sex by the Sea
Bisexual Beach Bum Book 2: Their Lifeguard Lover
Bisexual Beach Bum Book 3: The Sand Heats Up
Bisexual Beach Bum Book 4: His Birthday Gift
Black Leather Nights
Bondage Cop
Bunkhouse Gangbang
Chained Male
CityBoyz
Cuffed by the Cop
His Secret Sins
I Like It Rough
Lakeside Nights
Let’s Try It Bi
Make Love to Me and My Wife
Marriage Parisian Style
Muscle Heat
Muscle Worship
Night Prowl
Seaport of Dreams
Seducing His Student
Steam Driven
The Biker’s New Boy
The Coach and His Wife
The Elusive Object of My Desire
The Guy Next Door
The Mountaineer
When Gay Husbands Stray
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