by Neil Plakcy
I was sucking the upper part of his magnificent cock while my fist rapidly corkscrewed on the bottom half, the edge of my palm massaging his impressively huge nuts.
I palmed Taz’s balls, which were hanging low in his scrotum. My nose was buried in the thick forest of light brown pubes surrounding his cock. His ripe masculine odor was rich and powerful. The potent man-stink rushed up my nose.
I slurped around the root of Taz’s cock, then slowly pulled back to work upward on the shaft until I reached the glans. As I fluttered my tongue-tip over the sensitive flesh, my hands started to explore the light trail of fur covering Taz’s abdomen. Higher and higher I went until my nimble fingers landed right on his thick, protruding nipples.
I made little circular licking motions with my tongue-tip and then traced it over his fat pulsating cock-veins. Taz groaned encouragingly so I stuck one of my fingers up his sweaty asshole and twirled it around. That really drove him crazy. “Oh, yeah! My ass! My fuckin’ ass!” Taz cried out with ecstatic pleasure. His powerful ass-muscles sucked around my invading finger. I knew I had that horny little devil in the palm of my hand, and I could tell that he was ready for a rim job. Ever since I had laid eyes on him I’d wanted to eat his hot butt.
I moved underneath his balls, stopping a moment to inhale their rich, musky fragrance. Then I licked along the passage from his balls to his asshole. Taz moaned again and a long, lusty shudder coursed through his body. I pried open his asscheeks, and he bent over and grabbed his ankles so that I could eat him out. I took this opportunity to gaze at his wonderfully puckered butthole.
I knew that his asshole was going to taste great. It was especially aromatic and sweaty, just as I liked it. I eagerly ran the full length of my tongue up and down his asscrack. I jacked off as I munched on his butt until my cock was hard as rock.
Only a man who can truly appreciate the taste of ass will know what I’m talking about when I say that you lose yourself in a world of ass when you are eating it. Your imagination just opens up and takes you to places unknown. The words jockstrap, ass and poppers repeatedly passed through my mind as I continued to rim his sweaty asshole.
“Oh, man. You’re so wild. Nobody does that to me,” Taz said. Fuck, if I had an ass like his I’d have the world at my feet. I intended to give him the best rim job in the world.
All of a sudden, Taz reached behind him to grab my head and force my face into his butt. Now my face was jammed between his sweat-drenched asscheeks. Taz zigzagged his butt across my face until my tongue was firmly lodged up his hole. I had a wild feeding frenzy as I tongued his ripe hole, spreading those delicious puckers as wide as I could—drilling, probing and stabbing into it until it was totally lubricated and dilated.
“FUCK ME!!!” Taz screamed. “FUCK ME! OH, GOD. FUCK MEEEEE!!” His lusty cry was mingled with lust and desperation, and I knew that he meant business. Luckily, I had brought some lube, which I gladly smeared all over his spasming puckers and then on the head of my cock.
“C’mon, dude. Let me have it. Stick your cock up my fuckin’ ass!” I was only too happy to oblige, and he was so eager that all I had to do was pry open his cheeks and apply some pressure with my cock and it sank inside him with no problem at all.
Taz pushed back with his ass as my cock continued to drive deeper and deeper until I felt my balls hit his sweaty low-danglers. I kept my cock inside him as he worked his ass muscles over it. The hot clutching and grabbing action of his ass muscles on my swelling cock was driving me crazy, so I reached over and began tweaking his nipples.
Taz moaned again as he thrust his pelvis forward, which allowed my lust-bloated cock to slip out to just beneath the head. I held him there, feeling his asshole clutch hotly around the head of my cock. Then he pushed back again so that my cock slid all the way up his stinking, steamy asshole.
I don’t know what got into me, but all of sudden I started spanking Taz. I could hear my hands slapping on his haunches, feel his hard flesh smacking against my palms. And he seemed to enjoy it because he kept on saying, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the whole time. He said, “I know you like spanking me.”
I said, “Yeah, because you’re such a bad boy!”
Taz laughed boyishly and pumped back with his ass as my cock slid farther up his hole. Pungent, musky, smoldering: the smell of sweat and sex was driving me wild! The intense smell of our animal-like arousal filled my senses. Fuck! It was only a matter of time now before I’d spooge my hot load.
Suddenly I felt ready to explode inside Taz’s hot ass. I was sure he wanted my load just as much as I wanted to shoot it. I pulled on his nipples and lightly twisted them a bit, and Taz cried out as he violently shuddered. His asshole sucked around the root of my cock, milking it with his ass muscles. I cried out and felt my cock explode inside him. Taz continued to milk my cock until the last drop of cum had been drained from my balls. Then he pulled forward, letting my cock slip out from his asshole. He turned around to face me. I wasn’t surprised to see his rock-hard cock twitching lustily before my eyes. His face registered his rapidly mounting lust. “Now, I fuck you!” he said.
Taz fished around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a glass pipe and put some primo bud in it. We smoked the peace pipe and soon I was flying, careening down an imaginary passageway, being transported to a wonderful place inside my head where all was good.
Taz playfully slapped my ass a few times and then pushed me down, bending me over so that my ass was exposed to him. I grabbed my knees, clenched my eyes shut and waited for his anal assault with feverish excitement.
Taz grabbed my shoulders and pushed forward to mount me. He grunted hard as he sank his bull-meat into my hole. The pain made me scream but he continued inexorably, forcing me to take his prick deep inside me. Instinctively, I clenched my buttocks together, but Taz slapped them a few times. Sharp needles of pain tore through my butt, making my cock bolt up. “Fuck me, Taz,” I panted. “Fuck my ass!”
I pressed my sweaty palms against the ground and pushed my ass back to meet Taz’s relentless pumping thrusts. He tore into me. My head was bobbing back and forth. My harsh cries of pleasure-pain were grating my throat. The loud squelching sounds of his cock pumping my asshole were punctuated with his loud obscene grunts.
Taz’s hot crotch was grinding against my butt. His pubes scratched my butt raw. “I’m gonna fill you up with cum!” Taz yelled. He alternated a series of slow-fucking thrusts with sharp stilettolike jabs that made me scream with pain.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Taz chanted with each stroke. He was one power top who was giving my ass a complete and thorough pummeling! The pain intensified and then subsided. Then it began to feel like sheer fucking heaven. I was jerking my prick up and down, fisting my cock as he ass-fucked me. “I’ll fill you with cum,” he hissed again.
We were working up a real hot sweat between the two of us and that animal smell that is so arousing it makes you want to fuck all the more.
Taz screamed as he sunk all of his ten inches in to the very hilt. When I felt his dick throb and swell within me, my cock stiffened and I squealed like a stuck pig. Taz’s mighty cock swelled up, and I felt his first ejaculation squirt inside me. Taz grunted lustily as he continued to pump hot cum into my hole. His climax was relentless, like hot, molten lava. Two, three, four more spurts filled up my hole, so much cum that it began seeping from my asshole. My body became liquid fire as I joined him in a mind-shattering climax that almost blinded me with its savage intensity.
Taz popped his cock from my hole. I was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, my muscles swollen because of the incredible man-fucking I had just received at the hands of this wild skater boy! The place smelled of nature and fresh sex.
I got up, licking his hot cum from my sore lips. Taz hugged me, kissing me hard. Before he left he said he could use a loan. Would twenty bucks do? Yeah, that was cool. So I gave him the money.
I walked back to my car with Taz’s sweet cum still smeared on my lips and dripping from my
asshole. I felt deliriously alive. Would anybody know by looking at me that I’d just been fucked good and hard? Probably. And all the time I was thinking, Yeah, you can get it if you really want it, can’t you?
FUCK OFF
Rob Rosen
I heard the familiar noise before I saw him: wheels scraping against sidewalk, going fast, growing louder. He went by in a blur of flesh and ink, barely missing me by an inch, nothing but a breeze hitting the side of my face as he whooshed past. His foot kicked hard on the pavement, picking up speed, his hand reaching out as he approached a corner grocery store, the apple snatched as he rounded the bend, his free hand up, middle finger pointing to the sky, no one seemingly the wiser, except me.
A minute later, I turned the same corner. Dude was just up the street, munching down on the stolen goods, skateboard propped up against the wall. He was stationary now, so I could get a furtive glance at him. He was my height, tallish, way lean, sinewy, abs crunched up tight, thick calves poking out of long shorts, T-shirt tucked into his back pocket, tats; lots of ’em, all colors, draping down from his neck to his wasp-narrow waist; both nipples pierced. I saw all that in one careful glimpse. Still, he noticed.
“Fuck off,” he spat as I walked by, the apple core tossed to the ground.
I hurried by, face forward, heart pounding, the telltale sound soon rattling behind me. There was a grating halt and my path was suddenly blocked; my breath lodged in my throat. “I wasn’t,” I said, my voice hoarse.
“You fucking were,” he said, arms crossed over his thin chest, muscles densely packed, a trail of hair working its way down, petering out laterally. “Costs to fucking look. Five bucks, asshole.”
A bead of sweat formed on my forehead, itching as it trickled down. “I, um, I don’t, I don’t have it,” I squeaked out, backing up an inch; little good it did me.
He kicked the board away and moved in, his forearm crashing into my chest, knocking the wind out of me as my back slammed into the brick wall, his face an inch from mine, ice-blue eyes like daggers staring deep, deep down. “Fucking find it,” he grumbled, lips pursed, a thick vein throbbing down his neck.
I reached into my back pocket, my knuckles scraping against brick as I retrieved and opened my wallet and removed a lucky fiver. “Here,” I managed, my breath heavy, a mad samba beating in my chest.
His mouth inched up, the faintest of grins forming, before he snatched the bill out of my hand and backed away, my body released from the wall, air again flowing in. His free hand suddenly lifted up, fingers gliding down my face almost in a caress, almost, his eyes dazzling now, then the slap. “Fucking asshole,” he grunted, running to his board with a laugh, then rolling down the sidewalk, middle finger again thrust up over his bare shoulder, his “Fuck off,” trailing away.
I slid my wallet back in my pocket, coughed and straightened out my rumpled shirt, noticing my thick cock stirring in my pants. Fucker had a mind of its own. No way was it getting what it wanted. Not from that dude. Never.
Though never came around soon enough, just the same.
Two days later, same stretch of sidewalk; hypersensitive now, the noise barreling down felt to me like a runaway train. It was the same guy whizzing past the same grocery store. He wasn’t so lucky this time around; the owner was clearly on to him. A small Korean dude ran out just as the apple was snatched, just before the finger rose up, and the handle of a broomstick slammed into the skater’s belly sending him down hard, head over heels, skin torn off his knees and elbows.
“No free food!” the grocer hollered, fist in the air, before he disappeared back into his store.
I ran over and stared down; his eyes were scrunched up tight, a grimace stretched crookedly across his lean, scruffy face. “You okay?” I asked.
One eye popped open. “Fuck off,” he wheezed.
I hesitated but then grabbed for his hand, helping him to his feet; his palm across his stomach, he was clearly still in pain. I ran a few feet down the street and retrieved his board, handing it to him with a conciliatory grin. “You gonna be okay?” I asked.
“I’ll live,” he groaned in response, scanning his bruises, wiping off the trails of blood with his T-shirt. “Now. Fuck. Off,” he enunciated, and started to hobble away, back hunched over, scrapes even more evident from the rear. One hot mess, emphasis on the hot, his shorts hanging low, green boxers exposed, a patch of wiry black hair above a hint of asscrack. My cock whined up at me: Feed me. Feed me.
“You need a doctor,” I yelled after him.
His finger shot up. “I need a fucking drink.” His voice echoed down the street, bouncing off the buildings, ringing in my ears.
Despite my better judgment, or lack thereof, I ran after him. “Seriously, dude,” I said, a couple of inches to his side now. “You need to clean those cuts.”
He stopped and turned my way with a slight smirk that sent my tummy rumbling. “You Fucking Mother Teresa, or something?”
I chuckled. “Nursing student. Sorry, can’t help myself.” I shrugged, smiled. “I can, um, help. If you want.”
He leaned in, his mouth against my ear, breath hot, voice harsh. “You’re fucking with the wrong dude,” he whispered.
I pulled away and put my lips to his pierced lobe. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
He sighed, the smile quivering, a hiccup of a laugh spilling out. “Lead the way, asshole.”
“Jeff,” I corrected.
“Okay, Jeff. Name’s Gus.” I shook his hand, flesh on flesh, his grip steely, sweaty, lingering. I let go and walked the few blocks to my apartment with him by my side. He moved slowly, limping just a bit, rubbing his stomach from time to time, the bruise vivid red now, painful looking as all hell.
We hopped on the elevator and the doors closed, secluding us in the tight space. He pushed me up against the metal wall before I could press a button, suddenly, lightning fast, an arm against my chest, his face an inch away from mine, angry. “What the fuck do you want from me?” he growled.
My face flushed, heart pounding in my ears. “You’re hurt,” I managed.
The smirk, the hiccup laugh both made an encore. “Always, dude. Always.” He hesitated, eyes taking me in, shocking blue against pale flesh, his mouth abruptly on mine, lips pressed up tight to lips, parting, a tongue snaking its way inside, coiling, searching, retracted just as fast. “That what you were after, dude?”
I smiled, pushing his arm away. “Like I said, you’re hurt.” I paused, hand on his chest, his heart pumping beneath, my fingers tracing the outline of a skull. “What are you after, dude?”
The smirk turned to a leer, just as beguiling, maybe even more so. He reached for his shorts, thumbs in his waistband, pulling the material out, allowing me a look-see in. I peered down: there was his cock, hard, thick, pushed over to the right, nestled in a bush of ebony hair. “Not hurt everywhere, apparently.” Then his lips were on me again, softer, no less insistent, and my fingers began tweaking and tugging on a thick, pierced nipple, his moan echoing around the metal enclosure.
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
“I’m getting to that.” I pressed the elevator button, zooming us up, and we were at my door in no time flat.
He walked inside, tossing his board to the ground and taking a quick tour of my small apartment while I retrieved my medicine kit. “This gonna hurt?” he asked, grabbing a chair and kicking off his sneakers and socks, a nervous look on his otherwise stoic face.
I grinned and laid everything out. “Probably.” I stroked his shoulder. “More than likely.”
He winced in anticipation. “Great bedside manner.”
“When I get you bedside, I promise to improve.”
The smirk returned, his hands gripping the chair as I cleaned him off and bandaged him up, his eyes never leaving me, mine never leaving him. This dude radiated heat, a sexiness beyond just his physical attributes—all that ink, all that tight muscle, the smoldering dirty-boy looks. Meaning, it was all I could do to hold off jumping him.
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“Done,” I eventually said.
“Not even close,” he amended, standing up slowly, back muscles flexing, tats twisting in a swirl of color, his scabbed-up hand reaching for the top button of his baggy shorts, which dropped to the ground a split second later. I stared down to see his tattered green boxers tenting, a wedge of wiry black bush poking out over the top. Then they too joined his shorts and he stood there nonchalantly naked; his stiffy getting stiffer, arcing up and out, throbbing; lemon-sized balls hanging low, ringed with long, curly hair.
“You joining me?” he asked, an edge apparent to his voice now, though his face remained ever impassive.
“Oh, um, sure,” I replied, tentatively reaching for the hem of my T-shirt before yanking it up and over my head, my sneakers and socks and shorts quickly joining his, my cotton briefs stretched to their limits and his eyes taking me in.
“No way, dude,” he said with a whistle, his hand tracing the dragon that coiled around my chest, its forked tongue wrapping around my nipple. “What else you got for me?”
I managed a nervous smile and slid out of my underwear, my cock springing out, swaying, all eight meaty inches of it. “How’s this?”
He smacked the shaft, sending it swaying, a moan escaping from between my lips. “Big things come in tight packages,” he quipped, turning toward my bed, his solid ass and hairy crack now in full view, that finger of his up and out, beckoning this time. “Stop staring, dude, or you’re gonna have to come up with another fiver.” He hopped on, his prick pointing straight up, a slick bead of precum dripping over the side of the wide head.
I stared down at him, splayed out atop my sheets, so scarred yet so perfect. “I have a surprise for you,” I rasped.
“Bigger than that one?” he asked, pointing to my cock, which, in turn, was pointing back at him.
I nodded and grinned, stroking my dick. “Much bigger.” I leaned down and brushed my lips against his, my fingers gently tugging on one of his nipple rings, a soft moan spewing from his mouth. I reached for his hands and put them above his head, exposing a dense matting of underarm hair as he grabbed my headboard and stared up at me.