Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2009 16:27:17 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "A Good Old-Fashioned Butt-Pounding"

		    A GOOD OLD-FASHIONED BUTT-POUNDING
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Can you believe that guy!" complained Truck as he picked up his third
mug of beer. He tilted it back and drank a hefty slug of the brew, draining
nearly half of it before he lowered it once more. "I really am pissed at
him, we ought to really take him down and give it to him but good!"
     "Yeah, that damned jerk!" agreed Milton. As to his name, all I can say
is that nobody dared to even crack a smile at that moniker of his, nor
dared to offer him a nickname. You don't argue with someone that large and
muscled and mean. Truck, on the other hand, had earned that nickname
easily, he was built along the general lines of one!
     Two big, mangy, mean-tempered guys, I was sharing a beer with them and
wishing I hadn't. The guy they were bitching about, Fred, had turned them
down on their offer of sharing a drink. He had to get someplace, he
said. Me, I saw the look on their face and I decided that I'd better go
with them at least for a little while. Working construction is no place to
be a connoisseur about such things, and your first week on the job is no
time to fend off possible new friendships. I'd go with them, drink a beer,
maybe two, then bid them good-bye, a half hour, and I'd be gone.
     That was the plan. It was at the half-hour mark, and I was about to
make my exit, but getting worried for Fred. I didn't know the guy, I just
knew that these guys were taking his rejection of a friendly beer way too
damned personally.
     "Hey, the guy had some place to be." I said then. Tentatively.
     "Hell!" Truck slammed his beer mug on the bar, I was surprised he
didn't break it, but those things are built to take it. His face, large,
round, roughed up-looking, like he'd lost a few fights and fought to a draw
in a dozen more, twisted into the form of a scowling troll-doll, if you can
imagine those smiling creatures angry with you. His hair was jet black,
thinning on top but still plenty of it for a short cut which he favored.
His eyes were hard-steel blue in color, his eyebrows, grown closely
together but not quite touching in the middle, were thick and evil-looking,
his mind was focused upon three things, best I could tell. Work. Beer. And
how much of a bastard Fred was for turning down the offer to share one of
those first two after ending the other. "If Fred can't knock back a couple
with his buddies after a rough day, then I say fuck him!"
     "Yeah, we ought to go find this guy, take him down, and pound his ass
but good!" Milton agreed. Milton was light-brown haired, brawny more than
muscled, bulky and round gutted, but none of that looked soft, if you see
what I mean. He was quieter in his words than Truck, where Truck roared out
his offense, Milton stated them more matter-of-factly. In his own way,
Milton scared me more than Truck!
     "You guys never had something to do right after work?" I asked them.
     "He didn't have nothing to do!" scoffed Truck. "That jerk just didn't
want to come in here with us."
     "Maybe he's trying to quit drinking?" I suggested.
     "Then why was he sneaking that Coors Tallboy with his lunch?"
     "Hell, I wish I'd thought to pack a beer in my water jug." I defended
him. "A beer would have tasted damned good, about noon. It was Goddamned
hot out there."
     "It was Goddamned hot this afternoon, too." Milton said, again with
little heat to match his words. "So why turn us down for his usual beer
with us? He got something against us?"
     "I don't know."
     "Oh, my God!" Truck said and this time, it was said in wonder and not
in anger.
     "What?"
     "There the fucker is, coming out of Cathy's." Cathy's was another bar
just down the street.
     "God damn him!" Milton said and this time, anger did color his voice
the slightest bit, a pale pink smoke from the red-hot cauldron
underneath. "That bastard went and stood us up!"
     "We owe that motherfucker a good, hard butt-pounding!"
     "Damn straight!"
     "You want in on this, Johnny?" Truck asked me. "You want to help us
give Fred a good old-fashioned butt-pounding?"
     Did I want in on this!? Ye, Gods!!! "Sure." I said. "Why the hell
not?" I could go along and make sure they didn't kill the guy. Maybe a few
slugs would avenge their odd sort of honor which had been breached
here. And Fred had known these guys for a while, he must have known they'd
take this sort of thing personally! Hell, I'd figured it out from this one
time!
     "Good, then come on!" Truck said. "He lives in the hotel down on
Fifth, he's going to walk there. We can catch him in the alley between
Third and Fourth."
     Oh, my God! I though to myself as I followed these two, running full
tilt down Second Street. What the fuck could I do? I had a cell phone, I
could hit 911 if I had to, the cops could get to us before too much
happened. I know I wasn't up to fighting these two monsters, even with Fred
helping me out, maybe.
     Fred was ahead of us, his blond-headed, muscled form resplendent in
red-plaid work shirt and dark blue jeans, damn, those tight buttocks of his
looked so damned good from back here. He wasn't hurrying as he turned the
corner onto Madison, a short block to Third. From there, he had a sort-of
cross-jog to duck into an alley which would take him through to Fifth
Street. Several apartment buildings were over there on Fifth, I guess Fred
lived in one of them. But he wasn't going to get there tonight.
     Like I said, I wasn't going to exactly save Fred from these two. Keep
them from doing too much, but otherwise, Fred was going to take some
lumps. I'd settle for keeping him alive through it.
     We were hot on his tail as he entered the alley and I slowed along
with Truck and Milton as we followed him, so that he was midway between the
two rows of businesses, lines of windowless walls broken only by a couple
of doors and a few trash cans. The rest of it was featureless white-washed
concrete or bricks stuccoed over, bland, not even gangbangers bothered to
mark these walls with their initials that I could see. In the middle of
this prison-like bland stone and asphalt, we caught up with Fred.
     "Where the fuck you going?" demanded Truck as he grabbed Fred's arm
and whirled him around.
     "I'm going home, Goddamn it!" Fred snarled.
     "Why the fuck did you tell us you didn't want to share a beer with us,
then go into that bitch Cathy's bar?"
     "Because I fucking felt like it!" Fred snapped back.
     "God damn it, nobody treats us like this, you dumb fuck!" Truck
growled.
     "I'll do what I fucking feel like when that whistle blows!" Fred
retorted.
     "You shouldn't have blown us off." Milton said, dangerously quiet once
again.
     "I don't have to have a beer with you every fucking time you want me
to!" Fred said. "I just wanted to take a drink in quiet, and then go home."
     "You fucking deserted us!"
     "And maybe I'll do it again tomorrow!" Fred went on, unluckily.
     "Like hell you will. You forget about your friends, you deserve a good
butt-pounding, you know that, don't you?"
     "And you think you're going to give me one, do you?"
     "You're Goddamned right we are!"
     "Then come on, give it to me!" Fred said.
     And Truck and Milton plowed in. I stood back, ready to step in if need
be, ready to grab my cell phone off my belt and hit the 911 button if I had
to.
     For a butt-pounding, there wasn't any fists flying here. The three
were sort of grappling. Milton managed to get both of Fred's hands pinned
behind him and then Truck was in front of Fred and I figured it was about
time to judge how much punishment I felt Fred deserved here. Oh, he
deserved some, the culture of rough men declared that clearly. It was why I
had been drinking with Truck and Milton after all.
     But Truck didn't start slugging Fred's stomach like I
expected. Instead, he was unbuckling Fred's belt. Undoing his fly. What the
fuck?
     "God damn it, you guys aren't going to do me, you motherfucking
sonsuvbitches!" Fred snarled. He was writhing, but when a man is grabbed by
Milton, he stays grabbed. I was watching all this, wide-eyed. "I'll fucking
get you back if you do, I swear to God I will!"
     "We warned you." Truck said as he undid Fred's fly. "You stand up your
friends, they got to teach you what it means to be a friend, don't they?
You ignore us, you got to expect us to take our pound of flesh out of your
ass!"
     "Go to hell!"
     "Now, just hold still and take your butt-pounding and everything will
be fine." Truck said.
     "I get to go first." Milton said.
     Fred's pants were now down to his workboots and his hairy ass was
displayed under the crumpled tails of his workshirt, a pair of marvelous
orbs I wanted to just dive into and never crawl out from in between.
     "Here, hold onto him." Milton said and he passed the stranglehold he
had on Fred's hands over to Truck, who held him by reaching over Fred's
head, this left Fred bent over with his head buried in Truck's crotch, that
cock of Truck's had to be rubbing against that thatch of blond hair.
     "I got him, buddy." Truck said. And Truck looked over to me. "You do
him next, Johnny. I love fucking a hot ass that's all squishy with jizz."
     "Fucking him?" I asked numbly.
     "Hell, yeah." Truck said. "What'd you think we meant by a good
old-fashioned butt-pounding?"
     "I thought you meant you were going to beat up on him." I said.
     "Hah, that doesn't stop a real man. But you ram him up his butt, he
steps back into line after that." Truck said.
     Milton was hawking phlegm into his palm and smearing it over his
exposed dong. That was a huge pud for a huge guy, thick and over nine
inches long, uncut, heavy-meated and obscenely dripping a thick drop of
precome. "I'm ready for him."
     He slapped Fred's ass, hard, the buttock rang out and rippled in
response. And again, the same buttock, and then he was pressing into the
crevice between and Fred gave out a long, low moan.
     "Yeah, take that, take it, you shithead!" Truck slavered at him. "You
treat us like shit, we treat you like our own personal pussy!"
     "God! Damn! You! Fuckers!" grunted Fred. "I'll! Get! You! For! This!"
     "Yeah, right!" Trucker sneered. "Same way you got us for this last
time, right?"
     Last time?
     "I'll get you and I'll drill you just as hard as you fuckers drill
me!" Fred snapped. "You just wait, you....HUH-UHHH!" Milton had rammed in
rather hard and deep. "Oh, God!"
     Milton grabbed Fred's hips in his work-calloused paws and began to
hunch into Fred hard, fast, rough.
     "Get used to it." Truck snickered as Fred moaned again. "He's going to
fuck you hard and fast, then Johnny here gets to show us what a good friend
he can be, then I'm going to ram my dick into you, feel that hot spunk
squelch back and forth as I fuck you myself. And then you'll remember who
your friends are!"
     "Fuck you!" Fred moaned.
     "Next time, maybe." Truck said.
     Milton was hunching at Fred harder and faster. His breath was coming
hard and fast. His face was flushing.
     "I think Milton's about to cream inside you, Fred." Truck taunted
Fred. "Can't you just feel that hot rod of his pulsing in there, ready to
squirt. Can't you feel it in you, Fred? Can't you feel it?"
     "Ah-AH-AHA-AHA-AHA-HAH-HAH-HAH-AH-KUHHHHNNNN!" Milton moaned.
     "There he goes, there's all that hot spunk shooting in you." Truck
crooned to Fred. "Feel it, Fred, feel it in there, all of it?"
     "Oh, God, yes!" Fred moaned. "I feel it, I feel it!"
     "Good. Now that Milton's done, we get to find out how well Johnny does
when it comes to a good old-fashioned butt-pounding. You ready for that,
Fred? You ready to let our new friend Johnny ram your ass?"
     "Oh, God, yeah, yeah!" Fred murmured.
     "Good boy." Truck said. "How about you give our boy Johnny a bit of a
lubing up so he can squirp his pud up into you easier?" Truck looked at me,
standing there, dumbfounded at it all, my cock tenting out my
jeans. "What's the matter with you, Johnny, get your dick out and get it
ready."
     I galvanized into action, my hands went to my jeans and I was tearing
at the buttons. Hell, I was going to get my shot at that magnificent set of
buns, you're damned right I was going to take it!
     "Come on, Fred, you slick this new boy up, he's going to need help
getting it into you, you know. He's not used to giving ungrateful friends a
hard pounding, you're going to have to grease his way in. Come on over,
Johnny, let Fred give you some lubrication."
     I walked over, stiff-legged, my cock my most prominent projection, and
when I got it close, Fred, handsome-faced, blue-eyed, blond-haired Fred,
opened wide and scarfed it in. I felt that hot mouth on my prod and I
damned near creamed from the feel of it. Not just it, the fact that I had
these big, rough guys with me, helping me get ready to fuck one of
them. Shit, I had joined them in their confraternity of maleness here. And
it involved fucking and sucking! Damned, I don't think I'll be that happy
when I approach the Pearly Gates and they open for me as I was just then!
     I threw my head back and moaned and Truck said, "Damn it, Johnny, this
ain't the main event, turn it off, get back there and shove it in his
butt. And hurry up, I'm about to blow my wad just watching you, man!"
     I hastily obeyed and between the saliva on my cock and Milton's jism
in Fred's ass, I had an easy time inserting my dong into Fred's butt. And
Truck was right, that hot spunk in there did a lot to make it all squishy
and friendly-feeling in there. Fred was stretched out, and he moaned
happily as I began to thrust into him.
     "Yeah, Johnny, give this ungrateful son of a bitch what he deserves!"
Truck growled. "You show him what happens when he forgets his friends!"
     "Yeah, take it, Fred, you bastard." I groaned.
     "Yeah, yeah!" Fred moaned.
     "You rotten bastard, you deserve a good butt-pounding, all right!" I
growled like a tiger. Well, like a semi-tiger. I was fitting into this, God
damn it, I was going to fit in here if it killed me! And this wasn't
killing me!
     "Yeah, come on, fuck him harder, harder!" Truck urged me. He had let
go of Fred now and was fighting his own fly open. "You plug him from there
and I'll plug him from here, and then I'll finish up inside his butt soon
as you're done. God, I can feel that hot young spunk around my cock right
now, UH-GRRUHH, GRHHH!" he grumbled and when Fred opened his mouth, Truck
drove it in hard like an iron spike!
     That shoved Fred back onto my cock kind of hard, I ended up with my
balls chock-a-block up against that hot hairy ass, those hairs tickled my
testicles. I found my animal awakening within me, I snarled and I rammed
into Fred with hard, rough rams and my climax screamed at me, I released
that scream out of my own throat and drove my cock deep into Fred's bowels
and I creamed hard and heavy into him. I felt my jizz boil out of me, mix
in with Milton's packets already in there, and the combination
reawakened. At that moment, I knew what Truck was so eager to delve his own
prong into, and I envied him that. To fuck an ass with all that hot
man-cream bubbling around you would have felt heavenly, but for me, it was
just the icing on a huge cake of orgasm and I finished ejaculating into
Fred, panting heavily and as I did, Truck jerked me away from Fred, my dong
still dripping, and he shoved his own prick, unlubed, into Fred's butt.
     I was panting, sweating, heaving, and barely kept my eyes open as I
saw Truck rabbit-hunching into Fred, and before I managed to catch my
breath, he keened and lifted his eyes to heaven and his buttocks were
slammed into Fred, and I knew this big truck of a man was pumping his wads
in on top of Milton's, on top of mine. Oh, God! Yeah! I nearly jizzed
again, that fast, watching Truck humping Fred, watching and knowing that my
come was now wrapped around that hot prick of his, knowing that I had
fucked a man in between two big studs' fucks, me, Johnny Mantell, one of
these men, God, yes! I closed my eyes and quivered.
     "Now you remember that, you dumb fuck, the next time we invite you out
for a beer after work!" Truck said as he pulled back and began refastening
his fly. I did the same, my slimy dong sticky on my hands. "Come on,
Johnny, let's go back to the bar and have one more, to celebrate."
     "Sounds great to me." I said.
     And we left Fred in that alley, his thoroughly fucked butt still
exposed, Fred shivering in his own pleasure, his cock still dripping, he
must have come when Truck did.
     We drank a beer back at the bar, Truck and Milton toasting me in our
triumph. After that beer was properly drunk and enjoyed, I said, "Well,
this has been fun, but I do need get home myself now."
     "You bet, Johnny." Truck said. "Good to have you on the job."
     Milton was quiet, as he always was, but now he spoke up. "Tomorrow,
we'll do this again. Maybe invite that new guy, the Pollack, what's his
name?"
     "Motonowa, I think." I said. "That doesn't sound right."
     "Whatever." Milton said. "We'll invite him for a drink. And he'd
better damned well come with us when we invite him, too."
     "What do you say to that, Johnny?"
     "I don't know about Motonowa." I said. "But I know I'm going to be
here."
     After all, I knew what happened to people who didn't accept Milton's
and Truck's invitations!

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