A SPANKING GOOD TIME AT THE ROADSIDE PARK
Adventures at the Roadside Park Chapter 22:
A SPANKING GOOD TIME AT THE ROADSIDEPARK
(GEE, YOU GOT A REAL PRETTY ASS)
A very interesting thing happened at the roadside park that’s worth mentioning before I go on. Rough Trade Johnny was no longer a mystery to me, I understood his quirks but I was yet to see him in a full-bore S&M scene. However, I was about to get a replay of the night the two Chicago moving men hoodlums had worked me over on my first nighttime visit to the roadside park some time before. This time it was an older man who’d arrived just before I did at the roadside park one hot afternoon. I found a dump truck that was standing in the parking area. It was hauling a backhoe on a trailer. The driver was tinkering with the engine of the dump truck. I wandered over to see what he was doing. He stared at me a moment, eyeing me up and down before speaking when I asked what was wrong.
“The sucker’s overheating and the fan belt let go on me. Some asshole busted the telephone so I can’t call nobody from here. I guess the cops will come by, won’t they? They can call somebody for me,” he grumbled.
“They might eventually. Want a lift to a phone booth? There’s one down the road at the intersection, I’ll give you a lift if you want one,” I volunteered, and I saw his eyes light up when I made the suggestion, and he accepted.
“That would sure be nice of you,” he said, then extended his hand to me. “I’m Randy Ellis, and I thank you for your offer. That’s mighty Christian of you!”
He grabbed the keys from his truck and locked the doors, then we went to my car and drove to the phone booth where he looked up a mechanic that could come to repair the truck, but he said it would be a long wait because the owner of the shop had to wait for his tow truck operator to return. He was out on a call, and it would be at least an hour’s wait before would come.
We returned to the roadside park to wait. The stranger offered to pay me for the ride, but I declined. He said he had about an hour to kill, and was not from the area so didn’t know any place to kill time. I was hesitant to put a make on him because of the conversation we’d had while going to make the phone call. He talked about his wife and how they were on the outs over something one of the kids did, and he was glad he’d been away almost a week working on a contract he had to dig pipe trenches for a housing contractor he knew who gave him well-paying jobs. To say he was not my type would have been a boldfaced lie because he was not unlike Bushy Romano in appearance, except that he was taller, bulky and a rough looking man who could easily been trouble for me if I made the wrong move. While in the car with me he’d filled the seat to capacity and gave off the steamy aroma of a hardworking man mixed with the aroma that mechanics often had that I’d come to like and found sexually stimulating. I learned that he was from near Gallipolis, Ohio, a southeastern area near the Ohio River where I knew the people were more like “hillbillies” than the people in our area. It was a very rural area, and I’d always heard them referred to as backward “rednecks” with an attitude. It was also an area known as a stronghold of the KKK and the fire breathing Baptist and Fundamentalist bible-thumpers.
I’d noticed two things while looking into Randy’s truck before we left for the telephone. There was a large well-worn Bible lying on the seat of his truck and when he removed the keys from the switch I noticed a small round brass amulet with “KKK” stamped out of the metal. No doubt that Randy Ellis was a combination of possible trouble rolled up in one big irresistible brute. A bible thumper, Ku Klux Klan member, and definitely a hillbilly redneck! I knew it could be a troublesome combination. Old Sam told me tales of the area and remarked how Baptists And the Fundamentalist never knew what their dick was for because it got hard and risked causing them pleasure which was considered by them to be evil and sinful. He’d had run ins with a few, warning me to be careful if any Bible Thumpers showed up at the roadside park trying to “save” me.
“Why they’ll either save you or they’ll kill you for Jesus! A sinner is a sinner, and after the fun they’ll have to punish you for leading them to temptation,” Old Sam said, and I was sure that he was quite serious.
What Old Sam told me seemed to be so, because I had run across several truckers from the areas and they’d always been worrisome. Now and then a few were menacing and threatened bodily harm if they were approached – of course this was when they were not the aggressors.
Randy, the excavator in my car awaiting the tow-truck, was no different. He wore a ragged sleeveless sweatshirt and mud stained old Levi’s that had been cut off for shorts. His heavily muscled legs were tanned as deeply as his face and arms, and he wore calf-high lace-up work-boots that were covered in mud and nearly worn out. I kept eyeing him, but made no moves while he talked about his wife, and bitched about the breakdown putting him hours behind time and probably costing a day’s wages to repair.
When we arrived back at the roadside park he went to his truck and reappeared with a cooler that yielded beer on ice. I accepted one and we went to sit on a secluded picnic table under a tree, well away from the heat of day. Randy’s slow, deep voice talked on, while I studied the massive man still yearning to suck his cock, but still too wary of trouble. There was something about him that still made me very nervous. Unlike most men of the time, Randy’s hair was long and disheveled and his shaggy brown beard hid most of his face. He chain-smoked endlessly, and coughed and spit frequently. While seated on the table with his feet on the bench I sat on the bench near him where I was offered a good view of his crotch. When he’d bent over to tie the lace on his boot I’d noticed that he wore a jock because I could see the band of it above the back of his pants. The crotch view I was getting now proved that it was well-filled. The hillbilly redneck was no doubt very well hung! What happened next was the start of the adventure, for when I moved to get up from the bench my pants caught on a nail and tore the seat out of them! Because I never wore underwear when I was planning to go to the park – liking to be ready for action – my whole ass was visible. Randy looked at my predicament and began to laugh as hard as he could until he started to cough and choke from his uncontrolled mirth.
“Well, if you sure ain’t a pretty sight!“ he said. "Better watch yourself around these places because the queers hang around and that pretty pink ass would be pretty damn attractive to some of THEM people.”
I found the situation humorous, and was thankful for the long-tailed shirt I wore, but had taken off and left in the car I wore only a T-shirt at the time. Randy looked at me, and then laughed again. He stood beside the table and rocked his head from side to side, then shook his head.
“Yup, that sure is a pretty behind, if I do say so myself,” he said, then drained his beer then reached for another.
He gave a low whistle as I felt his rough hand running over on my ass and pinching it gently.
“Better never get locked up for the weekend in the county jail with a pretty ass like that. Lord almighty would you be in a pretty pickle if you was.”
“So,you’re into pretty asses, huh?” I asked him.
“I said I like screwing women in the ass, it’s always so hot and tight! Do you ever do that to your gals?“ he asked, and then gave his crotch a feel, "Me and my brother used to do that to his gals. He’s older then me and when we had a three-way I always got her asshole and he got her snatch. Said it was because I was his little brother. I ain’t very little now, am I? And neither is brother Howie. Boy, when we give a woman a double barrel screwing it sure gets them hot and we can feel our two peters in there almost rubbing together while we screw her. Man, don’t you like screwing women like that?”
“Better than pussy, some guys tell me,” I answered.
“Yeah, and it’s the safe hole. Shit, I been burned too many times with my women friends. I wish my old lady took it up the ass, we got too damn many kids now and all you gotta do is jerk off near her and the damn woman blows up on me. We got eight now and another on the way, I’m getting on past forty and too old for rearing more kids,” he groaned. “Heck, Mac, I ain’t had no pussy in months and the old woman won’t take it up the ass. I guess I gotta roam and that ain’t exactly Christian-like,” the big fellow sighed.
“Don’t she blow?” I asked.
“Hell, that’s for whores to do, she’s my wife, Mac, she’s a decent Christian woman,” Randy said with a frown. “I don’t patronize whores, and good women are hard to find.
The wheels turned in my head; I was now altogether puzzled by Randy. While standing beside me I realized he was head and shoulder taller than me and many pounds heavier. I wanted him badly – BUT!
"I gotta go find me a tree, how about you, Mac? Ain’t that brew going through your plumbing yet like it is mine?” he asked, looking around. “I don’t never go in them dirty old toilets, they stink to high heaven in this kind of weather, even worse than I do by now, I suppose, and them crabs can jump five feet and get on you.”
“I don’t know about crabs, but the toilets do smell pretty ripe. The state boys clean them every Monday,” I answered, watching him for his next move.
“Too many damn sissies hang around them places too, I can’t stomach them people! I think men should act like men, not girls, and if you got a peter that means God made you a man no matter what they ought to lock them sissies all up!” Randy growled.
I knew I had better watch my self now! I knew that Randy was not like “that.”
Randy lumbered toward the bushes at the edge of the clearing with me trailing along with him. Randy glanced at my torn pants then paused to shake his head again.
“That sure is a pretty behind! Anybody ever tell you that before?” he asked, then gave it a pat. “It feels real warm and soft, too.”
“You’ve been away from your wife too long,” I said.
“Yeah, ain’t that the truth!” he sighed deeply. “My peter must think I went and disowned my balls.”
When we reached the bushes he unceremoniously unfastened the waist band of his shorts to let them drop to mid-thighs, then he pawed into his grungy jockstrap with dirty fingers and pulled the pouch aside to expose himself. I saw a heavy set of balls drop from it and he fingered a soft cock that was about the size of Johnny Rizzio’s, but on a man as big as Randy Ells it seemed small. He began to piss without retracting the foreskin causing the stream to split in two with one going on the ground, the other sprayed on his thigh a moment before landing on the toe of his boot. I watched him carefully, not being at all devious. The big man stared off into space while he pissed. I urinated beside him and was aware that he was checking me out.
“You got a pretty big peter for a little guy,” Randy remarked. “I wasn’t cheated none, but it looks smaller on a big man like me, don’t it?”
I shrugged, and then said, “Well, it’s what you do with it that counts not size. I’d say you were like most men.”
“I ain’t been doing nothing with it, that’s the problem,” Randy said.
“What do you want to do with it, Randy?” asked.
He just grinned at me, and then finally replied after giving himself a grope, “Find me a pretty woman and screw her in the ass. That’s what I like to do. Do you know any that would like it?” he asked.
“No, but do you like to screw men?” I asked. “You WERE looking at my ass, weren’t you, Randy?”
“You’re one of them guys, huh? I thought so,” he frowned, and then cleared his throat then spit. “Well, Mac, I ain’t one of them kind of men.”
“Well, you just asked, and I answered,” I replied.
“I was feeling you out, I thought you were one of them queers that hang out here,” he said.
I sensed trouble, and suddenly one huge paw shot out and grabbed my arm. He yanked me into the bushes and shoved me to the ground. In a flash he had me on my belly and was sitting on my legs pinning me down.
“Yeah, you got a pretty ass!” he said again, then gave it a hard slap. “Bet it would sure look good with my hand prints on it and all red and smarting.”
Randy slapped me again with the other hand, and then began to really spank me hard, asking, “Didn’t your Pa ever spank your ass for being a sinner and a sissy?”
“No, he didn’t Randy, please – not so hard!”
“Not so hard? Hell, boy, you need it REAL hard and I’m gonna warm your ass real good like you need it!” Randy said, then yanked my pants down, then pulled them off leaving me naked from the waist down. He sat on the grass then pulled me across his lap and then began to really spank me hard with both hands. While he spanked me, he kept telling me what a naughty boy I was and that if my Pa spanked me enough when I was a kid I wouldn’t be looking for men like him to play around with. My spanking continued and Randy was getting really turned on by what he was doing because I could feel a hard-on pressing into me while I lay across his lap.
“Stop wiggling around, you’re giving me a boner,” he complained, and continued spanking me.
When my ass was so sore I wanted to scream, his spanking stopped. He knelt over me and I felt his hairy face against me cheeks of my ass He began to kiss it and talk to it! He told me how pretty it was, and how hot it felt from being spanked by his hands.
“It’s so red and warm,” he sighed. “When I kiss my handprints, gee it feels real hot on my lips.”
He licked and kissed my ass cheeks, and then I felt his finger playing with my asshole.
“Bet you’re gonna like what I do to cool your smarting ass off,” he said. “I gotta good way to cool it down.”
Pushing me off his lap face down, Randy stood over me and I felt him began pissing on my ass! His warm stream actually felt like steaming water on my blistered ass I squirmed around and felt him playing his stream up my back and onto my head. His piss ran into my face and I quickly turned over to catch it in my mouth before he stopped. When I flipped over he stood looking down at me with a big grin on his face, and he played it over my face and into my mouth.
“You like pee-water, huh? You sure are a bad boy!” he grinned, and toed me over on my belly again with his foot, and then was down behind me on all fours. He kneed my legs apart then I felt him probing around before he found the target I felt his cockhead against my asshole, he cleared his throat and spit a gob on it, and then he shoved in with a loud grunt, and then a sigh of contentment when he put his weight on me.
“Ah, honey, you sure got a nice tight, hot behind! I ain’t had no ass in a long time, so I’m planning of making it last I got a real big nut built up, and I like to take a real long time to get it off. You’re sure gonna like what you’re gonna get – like you got anything much to say about it – but I know you want it because I seen the way you were looking me over hungry for a man like me. I sure appreciate you not grabbing me like I was some kind of free lunch because I ain’t! Damn, some of you guys wanna get face down in my lap before you even say ‘Hello!’ Because you were polite and good to me I’ll let you have all the peter you need to make that pretty, hot little behind of yours feel like it belongs to your new boyfriend, Randy. Wouldn’t you like to be one of my girlfriends?”
The big bear of a man slowly fucked me and though I was nearly crushed under his weight, it was a fantastic fucking that went on and on. I felt his hot breath on my neck while he panted while he fucked. Now and then he rose up on stiff arms and the only contact with me was his cock going in and out of my asshole in slow full-length thrusts. Randy was in no hurry and he said so.
“If that tow truck gets here you just lay here until he gets done and I’ll come back and screw your pretty behind again. I know we ain’t in no hurry, are we? I sure ain’t with a pretty behind like yours around needing a man like me to warm it up then cool it off the way we BOTH like doing it.”
I said that I was definitely in no hurry, and I wanted Randy to satisfy himself fully. He slowly humped away grunting and sighing and occasionally telling me how hot and tight I was and how much he was enjoying me.
“Bet you ain’t never had a man good as me making that pretty behind feel so darn good. I got a big enough one that sure fits it real good. Ain’t that so?”
Indeed Randy was good and I told him so, and lay under the big hillbilly letting him enjoy me. He fucked me slowly for another ten minutes until we heard a motor. Randy rolled off me and pulled his shorts up, then left me.
“It’s the mechanic, don’t run away on me,” he said. “I’m taking your britches, so you won’t.”
He took off with my pants. I watched while the mechanic worked on his truck, then after about twenty minutes later he closed the hood and I saw Randy pay him. After the truck left Randy returned to where I waited for him. He was on me in a flash, this time he kicked off his shorts and jock and then grabbed me and got me on my back.
“I knew you’d want me back,” he grinned. “I’m real good, huh? You got yourself enough man to make you happy this time. Huh?”
He pulled my legs up and mounted me and fucked me until he was exhausted, and then he gave a deep satisfied sigh.
“I figured you wanted it like this. You need a man on you, huh? Like to see who’s screwing you.”
He slowly fucked and I stared into his face trying to read his thoughts.
“I suppose I better get my nut and get my behind back on the road. I’m mighty late now, but this-here delay was kind of fun. Right?” Randy asked. “I’m real good ain’t I? Yeah, I know. All the women tell me that when I screw them in the ass. Guess my wife don’t know what she’s missing, huh?”
I assured him that she definitely didn’t! I felt him begin to fuck again, and his beard and hot beer breath against my cheek was getting to me. He was getting wound up now and more romantically inclined because he pulled back and stared at me and begin doing some deep tongue kissing, something that surprised me, but pleased me.
“I could screw you into next week,” Randy said, then pushed his tongue down my throat again and sucked for mine. “You’re something to write home about! Do you like getting kissed by your man?”
“You’re a hot lover, Randy. The best man around these parts!” I said, and it was no lie because he could easily make any lonely asshole feel wanted.
Randy continued to fuck me and he was taking his time enjoying it and also really getting to me. I heard him groan loudly and felt him thrust in and hold it while his cock jerked and swelled in a rapid pulse, and then I heard him groan one final time before he gasped loudly and I felt him shooting a flood of a load in me with a series of powerful jets of cum. Remaining on me unmoving until he caught his breath he climbed off me and he sat cross-legged staring at me.
"Did I make you get your nut, too?” he asked.
“Almost!” I said breathlessly. “What a hot man you are!”
“Yeah, that’s why my old lady always tells me. Hey, kid, you was good enough to give me a ride when I was stuck here busted down, so I’ll jerk you off,” he said, and his huge paw grabbed my cock and began to work on it while he stared at it.
“You like getting your ass warmed?” Randy grinned.
"Yes, sir, you bet I do!” I sighed deeply, then seeing his face beam with satisfaction.
“I knew you did. You got a pretty ass just made for my hand. I’d like to spank your ass again sometime. I can really get into it! Makes me horny as hell.”
“You like doing that, huh,” I smiled. “How come?”
“Me and my brother Howie used to spank our Sunday school teacher after he sucked our peter. He said he had to be punished for being bad, but it felt so good doing it the spanking wasn’t so bad. Ain’t that something?” Randy chortled.
“Gee, I never had a Sunday school teacher like that,” I smiled. “How long did he keep doing it to you?”
“We both were little shits when he started,” Randy mused. “We didn’t dare tell nobody because he said if we did he’d tell Satan to take us straight to Hell, and if we let him do it he’d make it all right with the Lord because he told Him it was his weakness not ours that caused it. We was always confused because he said it was wrong to be playing with other men’s peters; it said so right in the bible. ‘Lay hands suddenly on no man, neither be partaker of the other man’s sins: keep thy self pure.”’ That’s Timothy chapter five, verse twenty-two. He made us learn that by heart and said it meant if we did it first we was sinners, but if somebody else did it to us first it wasn’t out fault, it was his. I sure guess he was right because neither of us ever did turn queer. We both like women and got wives and kids of our own – lots of them. The Lord’s been good to us both. Praise be to Jesus.”
I smiled to myself thinking about something that Old Sam had told me about certain people could find whatever they wanted to find in the Bible that would either condemn what they didn’t approve of others doing, or would give the OK to something that they wanted it to approve of and wanted to do themselves. Randy’s Sunday school teacher was obviously an astute Bible instructor. Randy had certainly been twisted into just what his Sunday school teacher had wanted him to be.
“What happened to your Sunday school teacher?”
“When we got bigger Howie and me used to get him alone and get down and we’d screw him up the ass, too. We took him real hard, and as long we wanted, too. He kicked and hollered because he didn’t like it, but we did it anyhow and he didn’t dare tell nobody what we did.”
“I bet he really hates it,” I said wryly, but Randy didn’t catch the sarcasm in my voice.
“We’d catch him someplace alone and get him down and pull his britches off and spank the hell out of him for teaching us those nasty pleasures that he taught us, and then we both jumped on him and ruined his behind real good for him. He finally had to leave town to get away from us. I guess he got tired of being punished by us,” Randy said still pumping my cock in his huge fist and staring at what he was doing like a child with a new toy that fascinated him, and while he masturbated me I reached for his jockstrap lying nearby, and put it to my face.
“You like smelling my nuts?“ he asked.
“You bet I do!” I replied. “Almost as much as I liked licking the sweat off your big beautiful nuts.“
His grungy jockstrap had a strong heady aroma of stale piss and ball-sweat that was exciting. I knew he’d worn it for days. Randy watched me a minute, then he leaned over to poke it in my mouth with a finger.
"Kind of nasty, ain’t it? Guess it needs washing or throwing away. I don’t never bother to wash them because they’s so cheap. I just wear them until they get used up. This one I wore all week and it’s turned yellow and got shit stains on the straps from riding in the crack of my ass,” he said. “I hate wearing underwear in summer.”
“It’s fantastic, Randy. If you throw that jockstrap away, throw it my way!” I replied.
“Yeah? You can have it if you want it; I’m about done with it I guess I only wear one when I’m working on the job lifting and lugging. I gotta protect my family jewels, but I don’t need it driving the truck. It’s too hot for under drawers anyhow, makes my nuts get itchy. You can have it to remember me by,” he chuckled. “Smell it and think of me, when you play with your peter.”
He watched his big fist working on me for a few more wordless minutes before he spoke again.
“Ain’t you got your nut yet?” he asked staring at his fist working. “It’s a nice big one, ain’t it. Bet this is what you need.”
He moved around and to my great amazement he went down on me! Randy sucked me like a pro, and I knew he was definitely not a novice! I lasted no longer than five minutes after I felt the bear’s hot mouth, and while he sucked he pinned me down and keep me there until he took my cum. After I shot, he sat up, and then turned to face me with his cheeks puffed out as though looking for a place to spit, but instead he pried my mouth open with his fingers. Leaning close Randy spit a wad of my cum and his saliva into my mouth.
“I don’t never swallow that stuff,” he said. “I just can’t get a taste for it. I suppose because I ain’t queer that stuff don’t taste good to me, but I know YOU guys don’t like to waste it. You queers swallow it and smack your lips like it was manna from heaven or something.”
I though this odd, but was novel redneck-type thinking, but when I could get an expert blow-job from a hulking man like Randy Ellis who was I to question his rationale? Randy
stood again and when I reached up to feel him while he prepared to pee again I told him that I wanted it.
“You do? You’re one of them, huh? Well, OK, but don’t put your mouth on it until I get it going. I can’t start to pee when somebody’s doing that.”
I waited, and then took his stream, and then when it stopped sucked him and licked his balls. He stood letting me do it while he lit another cigarette, then backed away.
“You better watch yourself around here,” he warned. “I just spank you guys, but some men beat you up if you move in on them when they ain’t in the mood for it.”
He bent over to pick up his shorts, and when he did I gave the crack of his fuzzy ass a full swipe with my tongue causing Randy to let out a yelp and jumped away.
“Damn, I’m real goosey! I don’t think I could ever let nobody put it up my behind, but who’d want too? I’m too damn homely, and besides, my ass ain’t very pretty, anyhow – like yours is.”
“Well, you got your rear end exposed and bent over and I just wanted to sample it. I wasn’t going to do anything more than lick it,“ I replied. “I’d like to bend you over that table with you kneeling on the bench. I sometimes do that with the men I meet. Can’t do that over in the open.”
“I bet this spot here in the trees gets a lot of action don’t it?” Randy grinned, “makes a nice spot to get a workout and you can watch whose coming and going and they can see what’s a-going on over here.“
Randy got his clothes on again and then handed me my torn pants to put on. We went to the parking lot again and before long Randy Ellis the “good old boy” excavator was gone, but my ass was still burning from his spanking, and it was aching and filled with his cum. He’d really excavated my trench like the professional "excavator” he was!
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