He looked back and gave me a seductive smile as he led me to his truck, stripping off his shirt, a bottle of Corona stuffed into his back pocket. His CK briefs were barely peeking out above the waistband of his jeans, taunting me. Christ, I wanted to be inside of him, to run my hands up his muscular body as I pummeled his hole. I was about to get my wish.
He was the hottest damn thing to walk into Armadillo’s that night. Fresh meat in the honky-tonk always got my attention, but this particular boy had looks that were off the charts. With a wide Stetson perched atop his head, a muscular body stuffed into a tight pair of jeans, and a handsome face that demanded attention, the boy exuded sex appeal. The only problem was that I wasn’t the only one to notice him.
Every bitch in the joint was all over him—their big tits in low-cut tops all up in his face, twerking their asses up against his crotch on the dance floor. It was like watching a herd of cows in heat, trying to gain the advances of the only bull on the farm.
But while doing his two-step out on the dance floor, fending off bitches left and right, I couldn’t help but notice that the hottie’s eyes were on me. Our mutual desire in that crowded honky-tonk was palpable. Game on.
Tipping back my beer and then slamming it back down upon the bar top, I made my way to the men’s room. I could feel his eyes upon me as I pushed through the sea of guys and gals who, like me, were all looking to smash privates that night.
I was alone in the men’s room when he entered, standing at a urinal, my big dick in my hand. He sidled up next to me but, instead of unzipping and pulling out his own cock, he leaned up against the wall, affording him a side view of my big cock, my golden stream hitting the back of the urinal.
“You need some help with that big thing?” he offered, his eyes locked upon my cock.
“I think I can manage pissing just fine on my own,” I teased with a flirtatious wink.
“That ain’t the kind of help I was offering,” he smiled broadly.
“Well, what kind of help do you have in mind?” I volleyed back.
“Why don’t you come out to my truck and find out?” he suggested, reaching out to grab by cock. He stroked it firmly at the urinal for a brief moment before turning on his boots and walking back out the men’s room door. I noticed a bottle of Corona stuffed into his back pocket.
I pushed through the crowded dance floor and caught up to him just as he was headed out of the main door of Armadillo’s. As I followed him through the parking lot, he looked back and gave me a seductive smile, stripping off his shirt, his CK briefs barely peeking out above the waistband of his jeans. His tight ass was just begging to be fucked.
His truck was parked in the far corner of the lot, far away from the bright street lights. “This is for you,” he removed the bottle of Corona from his back pocket and, after popping off the cap against the door handle, handed it to me.
I chugged down the beer as he opened the door to his truck and tossed his shirt onto the seat. Undoing his jeans, he dropped them to his knees, exposing his chiseled ass to me as he bent over the edge of the driver’s seat, his boots planted firmly in the gravel beneath the truck.
“Have at it,” he invited, bent over and ready to be fucked. “This ass is all yours.”
“You—you got some lube?” I looked into his truck expecting some to magically appear as I tossed the emptied bottle of Corona into the back of his truck.
“You won’t need any lube,” he looked back and gave me a wink. “I’m already prepped and ready. I came ready to party. Now undo them pants and get that big dick in me.”
Following orders, I unzipped my jeans, my rock-hard cock raging to be inside the boy. Holding my eight-incher in one fist, I aimed for his hole and shoved into him.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he yelped, his hands gripping at the seat beneath him as I slid balls deep into his wet cunt. “Jesus, I’m going to enjoy this big dick,” he began to twerk his ass upon it.
“You’re tight as fuck,” I marveled, giving him some deep, exploratory thrusts. Though I was not the type to turn down a warm hole whether it be ass or pussy, it had been awhile since I’d fucked a guy. “I forgot how good it feels to fuck a dude,” I admitted.
“You won’t forget after me,” he taunted, clamping his sphincter around the base of my shaft. “Now fuck me with that big dick—fucking wreck my hole.”
Needing no further invitation, I ran my hands up his muscular back, my fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase. Swiftly, I began to pummel his ass. His Stetson jettisoned off his head from the sudden force, tumbling to the floorboard of his truck. I proceeded to rail him hard, my cock a battering ram inside his bowels.
“Fuck me with that big dick,” he moaned like a bitch in heat. “Christ, you’re a powerhouse. I love this big dick up my ass.”
My big dick was loving his ass. From my vantage point, I could peer over the top of his truck and see guys and girls coming in and out of Armadillo’s, oblivious to the two guys fucking just several yards away. The naughtiness of the surreptitious act, the sheer debauchery, was a huge turn on. I began to pound the boy harder, my big dick pushing deeper into his guts, my balls slapping forcefully against his ass with each thrust.
“You’re getting me so fucking good,” he gasped, resting the side of his face upon the seat, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Jesus, you know how to dominate a hole.”
I wasn’t just dominating his hole, I was fucking owning the boy, my big dick routing his depths, pounding his fuck canal at a breakneck pace. I moved my hands to his hips as I began to jackhammer him hard, his quivering cunt opening up even further for me, eager for my seed. He was about to get it.
“I’m about to bust,” I warned urgently, my cock swelling within his fuck canal, my balls beginning to throb. “You want my cum, bitch?”
“YES,” he screamed, his voice echoing through the parking lot. “Breed my fucking hole. Shoot that load inside me.”
With one last deep thrust, my cock erupted in his depths. “FUCK,” I grunted, my dick pulsing rhythmically within him, my load spewing into his battered bowels. “Take this fuckin’ nut—FUCK—DAMN—FUCK.”
I pulled out of him abruptly as soon as my balls had emptied, suddenly remembering that I was fucking in a public parking lot. He pushed himself upwards, my load streaming out of his gaping hole, and spun himself around to face me. Leaning forward, he sucked my cummy cock clean, devouring the last of my load.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he smacked his lips as he yanked up his jeans over his used ass, zipping himself back up before reaching into his truck for his shirt and hat. “That was one hot fuck, dude. You shot a huge load all up in my ass.”
I expressed my shared enjoyment as I stuffed my spent cock back into my jeans and then followed him back into the honky-tonk. He had just buttoned up his shirt when we entered, the crowd enveloping us. I watched as a blonde bitch in Daisy Dukes grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him, her tongue probing his open mouth.
“Damn, you taste good,” she licked her lips as their mouths parted.
“That’s probably him that you’re tasting,” he nodded towards me, a look of confusion upon the blonde bitch’s face. “He came like a fuckin’ fire hose.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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