GAY MALE; 'LIFE
WITH JOEY: Reunion #4: Barn Sex' {Bud_83@hotmail.com}
Date: 8/2/2001
( M^M, MM, bd, fetishjockstrap & leather) [ 4 | ? ]
WARNING: This is
a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead,
is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are
offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not
read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the
laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There
is sex between males, this episode will focus on major
domination. There are degrading language and situations. There is
bondage. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not adviced to
attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are no
real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. All
participants are consenting adults, even if they are fictitious.
Not all of these factors will be present at all times, and I will
warn you when they do exist. (As they say, "Forewarned is
forearmed"[four-armed] don't you wish!ahem . . .
I'm only testing if anybody reads these things.) Enjoy!
Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty
Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced,
republished, or reposted without written permission from the
author.
LIFE WITH JOEY
REUNION #4: Barn Sex
WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . .
Following the blazing sex, Moses moved around in front of Finch
and said, "That was fucking awsome! I can't wait until we do
this again!"
I was stunned when Finch looked directly at me and replied,
"Moses, it happened this once. That's it. I've got other
plans . . . Permanently."
Moses got a hurt expression on his face then sneered, "Oh,
yeah? Well, what if I just leave you two in here for a few days,
and then we'll see what we see!"
Finch looked him dead in the eye and said, "You could, but
it still won't happen."
I didn't know how Finch could be so calm. I was strung out from
everything that had happened in the last six hours. It began when
some old high school classmates decided they would "have
their way with me" for nearly four hours. Then, Finch stayed
behind and had me beg him to fuck me, which I did; however, while
that was going on, Officer Moses Riggs showed up and decided he
wanted to have his way with Finch. Riggs brought us to this barn
and more sex ensued, but he wants more from Finch. Which brings
us up to this moment. I was tiredphyscially and emotionally
spentI needed sleep. Now, Moses was threatening to leave us
tied up naked in a barn, God-knows-where, and Finch is as cool as
ever.
"FUCK YOU THEN!" I was struck by the emotion poured
behind Moses' words. I was certain there was something much
deeper going on here than I was privy to; something that had
happened long before I returned that only now had broiled into a
stormfront.
Moses turned, stalked to where he had dropped his clothes and was
bending over to get them when we heard the unmistakable sound of
a gun being cocked. All heads swung immediately in the direction
of the sound. In the shadows cast by the Coleman lantern, I
couldn't make out much: a tall man with a pistol pointed in our
direction.
"Don't move a muscle," growled the shadow. I suppressed
a shudder. This was getting way too much for me.
Moses froze where he was; his hand, however, continued to waver a
bit toward his discarded holster.
"Reach for it, and I'll blow you a new asshole,
fucker!"
Moses became immoble. "I'm a cop!" he said, trying to
alleviate the situation.
"I know who the fuck you are. I said don't move!" came
the gruff reply.
"You don't want to fuck with me, buddy! Only bad shit will
happen if you do," Moses went on, a little less sure.
"Shut the fuck up and assume the position! FACE IN THE DIRT,
MUTHERFUCKER!"
There was no disputing the authority in the voice. Moses slowly
dropped to his knees then prostrated himself.
"That's right, shithead. Fucking kiss the dirt. GET YOUR
HANDS ON YOUR HEAD, NOW!"
Moses' hands shot to his head. I must have gasped as the
shadow-form moved forward into the light. He glanced at me and I
shut up immediately. He strode forward in what seemed like three
steps, holstered his pistol, and pulled out his handcuffs. He
roughly grabbed Moses' hands and cuffed them behind him.
Amazingly, in a motion resembling a curl, with one hand the huge
man lifted Riggs to his feet.
Riggs swung his head to get a look at his captor and immediately
regretted his decision as he was clubbed with a fist to the side
of the head.
"Don't fucking eye-ball me!" It was said in a low tone,
but with unmistakable power and intent.
To his captor's amusement, Moses quickly looked down at his feet.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I always knew you were a
pussy!" The huge man grabbed the subdued officer's
bubble-ass and squeezed it.
Even in the harsh light and shadow of the room, I could see Moses
turning red from head to toe. I couldn't tell if it was from
anger or humiliation. The large man wrapped one leather gloved
hand around Rigg's throat. He ran his other hand up and down
Riggs' cleft as he leaned in closer to the slightly smaller man's
ear and snarled loudly enough that Finch and I could hear it too,
"You act real tough behind your badge . . . swaggering . . .
cocky . . . swinging your dick around . . . thinking you're a
badass . . . playing at being butch . . . bringing perps to your
little dungeon to get your jollies . . . fucking guys' asses. . .
knowing they won't tell because it'd be too embarassing . . .
Yeah, I saw you fucking Finch . . . I saw you shove your big dick
into his ass . . . I saw you trying to be tough . . . but all the
while you were wanting this!" Without warning the large man
shoved two fingers into Riggs' ass.
"ARGH! . . . UHHHnnnn! . . . ahhhhh! . . . ." Moses
grunted in pain then subsided in to something more agreeable. The
large fingers began a rolling, pushing and pulling motion inside.
"Isn't this what you've wanted . . . Pussy?"
Finch and I looked on as this scene unfolded before us. I watched
for a moment then turned my attention to Finch. He was getting
hard again. He must have felt my staring because our eyes met the
next moment. He gave me his grin and then turned back to see what
was going on.
"ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, WORM!"
That got my attention again. My head swung toward the shouting.
"Yes!" came the quiet reply.
"WHEN YOU ADDRESS ME YOU WILL SAY 'SIR, YES, SIR!' DO YOU
HEAR ME, MAGGOT?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"SIR, YES, SIR, WHAT!"
"Sir, yes, sir! I've wanted to . . . ." Riggs' voice
trailed off.
The hand around his throat moved to his jaw and forced his head
backwards, chin pointed toward the ceiling.
"You've wanted what?" the steely voice sneered. I could
see the mustache moving against Moses' ear. I imagined the feel
of the hot breath and the prickly hair on my own ear. Like Finch,
I was getting turned on. And, as I surveyed the sight, Moses was
so hot that his nine inch cock was slapping his abdomen in his
excitement.
"Sir! . . . ," Moses began but stopped again.
"COME ON, PUSSY! TELL ME WHAT IT IS YOU'VE BEEN WANTING! IS
IT THIS?" The big man finished his question by pulling his
fingers out of Moses' ass and then prodded against him with his
full crotch.
Moses Riggs responded by moaning, then remembered who he was
dealing with, "Ohhhhhh! . . . SIR! YES, SIR! I'VE BEEN
WANTING COCK IN MY ASS, SIR!"
"Now you sound like you've got a pair!" the larger man
crooned into Riggs' ear. "Keep this up and you might earn
what you've been craving."
"Ohhhhh, Sir! Yes, Sir!" Moses gurgled as the large,
probing fingers were re-inserted in his ass.
I found myself musing over the fact that there always was a
bigger fish in the sea, even in our small pond. Ray and the rest
are big, Finch and Moses are bigger, and now . . . . Yeah, I
recognized this guy. He had been at our reunion. Like all the
others, I hadn't seen him in ten years. My parents had, out of a
misguided notion that I cared to know, continued to fill me in on
some of these people, however, and Cole was one of them. Small
towns are like that. He had joined the ROTC in college and then
served a tour in Germany as a lieutenant. Since then, Cole
returned home, joined the sherrif's department, and now here he
is with his fingers up Moses' ass, barking out orders and having
them taken. Cole was the other male red head in our class. I had
never been in any classes with Cole in school, which is odd
considering our names begin with the same last letter. So, I've
never seen him in the showers at school, not even during our
eight grade year when he was in football and we were both in
track. Cole is a powerful 6' 3" and it seems he has worked
himself up to a mass of muscles. He isn't Mr. Universe or
anything grotesque, but he has packed his frame with 100% lean,
mean, All-American beef. And, by the bulge up front, I imagine he
is packing a massive sausage there too. He looked great in his
tight-fitting brown and tan uniform. His shiny black boots were
massive, at least a size 14.
I was drawn out of my revery once again by Cole talking to Moses.
"You ought to know better than to leave your cruiser parked
out in the open where I could see it. I came here to check that
there wasn't anything shady going down, and here I find you . . .
fucking Finch's ass . . . " he was suddenly interrupted by
Moses.
"He wanted me to . . . ." Big mistake on his part,
Moses shut his mouth after he was boxed upside the head again. It
wasn't a cold-cock or anything, just a reminder of to whom he was
speaking.
"Don't ever get in my jurisdiction again, Pussy! You want to
bring some ass out here, that's your business, but don't do it
when you're in your cruiser. I didn't call this in right away,
and it's a good thing I didn't. Do you know what the fuck they'd
do if they knew you were out here . . . What you do out here . .
. ?" Cole let his voice trail off. "You're really going
to have to earn my good graces to keep this one quiet."
"Sir! Yes, sir! I'll do whatever it takes, sir!"
Moses is pretty good at this, I thought.
"Yeah, that's a good boy. Now, what can you do that will
help pursuade me to be quiet?"
"Sir! Let me ride your cock, sir!" Moses snapped out.
"Huh, ride my cock? Boy, do you know what you're asking
for?" Cole chuckled.
"Sir! Please, let me ride your cock! I'll show you why you
should be quiet, sir!" came Moses' reply.
"Well, since you're sure," Cole grinned,
"Pussy-boy. GET ON YOUR KNEES!"
Moses dropped without hesitation. He stared directly into the
crotch ahead of him. Cole stepped back saying, "Oh, no,
pussy-boy, you don't get at my dick that quickly. You're going to
earn it I said."
Moses was visibly disappointed. He seemed to like Cole
controlling him. His dick bobbed and jumped with excited
frustration. Cole walked over to a cot by one of the walls and
grabbed a blanket. He returned and spread the blanket on the
floor between them and then began to undress three feet in front
of Moses. He dropped his hat, revealing his close-cropped red
hair. Closely following his hat, Cole slowly opened his belt
buckle and let the heavy utility belt swing slowly toward the
floor. Next he unfastened the belt to his pants and the button
beneath.
He turned his face to me and smirked sideways over his shoulder,
"Am I doing this right?"
Moses got a confused expression on his face and momentarily
glanced my way, but quickly went back to "standing at
attention" as it were.
Cole continued removing his clothes. He unclipped his tie and
unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a white undershirt. Cole pulled
the undershirt out of his pants and, with one of those sexy
crossed-hand manuvers, extended his arms above his shoulders, and
pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his hairy chest. I was
amazed to see exactly how hairy it is. Red heads don't tend to
have hairy bodies, but it seems that Cole is an exception. Even
from my sideview, I could see how thick his chest hair is. As the
shirt hit the dusty floorboard, I was drawn to his back muscles.
I find muscles fascinating, how they knot and flex. It was also
nice to note that he doesn't have any hair on his back. I find
that an instant turn-off.
Cole moved in to a position directly in front of his slave and
stood there above Moses, bare chested . . . virile. He allowed
Moses to look at him, and Moses was careful not to make any eye
contact. It was clear that Moses was looking forward to the rest
of the unveiling. Cole placed one booted foot between Moses'
legs. Without saying a word, Moses knew he was to close his legs
and hold the boot in place while Cole removed his foot. Each foot
was removed in succession, hastily followed by a sock which were
tossed away. The boots resounded with loud thuds where they were
dropped next to Moses' thighs. Cole leered down at the top of
Riggs' flat top and sneered, "GET MY ZIPPER DOWN, BOY!"
Moses shot forward like he was fired from a cannon. He mouthed
and grunted contentedly at the small golden zipper. I watched in
awe as the large bulge in Cole's pants grew massive. I had
thought he was hard already, but it seemed I was mistaken. As
Riggs rooted around in Cole's crotch, Cole's cock began to
respond by filling out his already obscenely full crotch. His
dedication paying off, Moses gave one final grunt that was
followed by the sound of the zipper making its way down to its
terminus.
Cole pushed Riggs away from his crotch.
"Enough, pussy-boy. Just sit there and look at what you're
gonna get," Cole opened the flaps of his fly and uncovered a
worn jockstrap which was stretched to capacity by the looks of
it.
His pants needed coaxing to allow gravity to do its job. Even so,
I found myself holding my breath in anticipation for the
unveiling. The room seemed to pause, held suspened in expectancy.
Three mouths dropped in silent homage to the sight revealed to
us. The firm, round, perfectly bulbous mounds of his ass were
covered in red fur and framed by the yellowing straps of his
jock. Beyond that, however, was the mammoth swell of flesh that
distended the confines of the jock-pouch. The ungodly thing about
it was that it was still growing! I had never seen a dick so
large except in pornos or cast in latex.
Cole grunted with pleasure at our responses, seized Moses by the
back of the neck and taunted, "Are you ready to live the
fantasy, pussy-boy?"
Moses responded enthusiastically, "SIR! YES, SIR!"
Cole moved his feet and stepped back into his boots, summoning a
sigh of approval from Moses. The county deputy applied only a
little pressure to Moses' neck. Just before Moses' mouth made
contact, Cole jerked his crotch away together with pushing Moses
aside. The ungratified whimper was audible at my distance, as was
Cole's derisive snort.
"Keep dreaming, pussy! You'll get it when I tell you and not
before!"
"Sir, yes, sir!" came Riggs' lackluster reply.
"You don't seem too enthusiastic, cowpoke."
"Sir! yes, sir! I mean . . . SIR! NO, SIR! . . . I MEAN, SIR
. . . " Moses stammered.
Cole scoffed and looked down at the frustrated city-cop on his
knees between Cole's booted feet begging to suck his
monster-filled supporter.
"You don't sound so sure right now. Maybe I'll just go and
let you think about this for a while."
"SIR! NO, SIR! I'M SURE, SIR! LET ME DO YOU, SIR!" came
Moses'
Cole let go of Moses' head and let him come at his jock-covered
cock.
"Go real slow for me . . . show me how much you want my
big-ol'-dick!"
Moses stopped short of contact. He moved his face inches from his
goal and sniffed around like an animal scenting another animal.
This got a grunt of approval from Cole. Moses continued until his
nose was beneath Cole's sack, then he burried it and inhaled
deeply.
Then the commands began in earnest, "Awww, yeah! Sniff my
balls . . . Get your mouth all wet and slobbery workin' up an
appetite for what you're gonna get . . . . C'm-on, Moze, detail
my jock! . . . get it all sloshy with your spit, man."
Moses began working his tongue slowly around the nadir of the
jock pouch, paying close attention to the bulbous knob protruding
there. I was perplexed at how Cole could stand the restraining
pressure of his jockstrap. It looked as if it would rip at any
moment as the cock inside continued to expand. Moses seemed to
realize this too and started a using his chin and mouth in a
sluggish bobbing/kneading motion in an attempt to free the
monster cock-knob. The movement caused a sensuous growl to escape
Cole's lips. Evidently the ribbed texture of the pouch was
grazing across the head of his dick as it was forced toward the
side of the pouch and producing a great sensation. Moses' own
growling came in quick succession.
I had to marvel at his restraint. He never attempted to move
quickly at all, obeying his instructions to "go real
slow" and "show . . . how much" he wanted Cole's
"big-ol'-dick". His reserve paid off, however, when he
managed to get his teeth on the gaping side of the jock pouch and
free the demon-dick within.
"Don't even think about sucking that cock!" Cole
ordered.
Moses stopped, open-mouthed just above the sticky purple head. He
had crouched lower to adjust for the effects of gravity on the
pendulous eleven and a half inch cock snaking toward him. I
gasped in homage to the biggest dick I have ever seen. It is a
beautiful monstera purple golf ball sized head which takes
on the appearance of a bullet when compared to the girth of the
shaft. The shaft itself is straight and fat and gives new meaning
to the slang term "chubby". It is at least 3 ½"
in diameter for most of the length of the shaft, but flares out
to nearly 5" at the base. It has wicked looking veins
meandering its surface. Due to its weight, gravity forces it to
droop toward the floor. However, the angry blood coursing through
it with every heartbeat compels it to jump, resisting the
earthbound forces. Three sets of eyes followed the length of the
COCK to where it ended in a patch of dark red hair at its base.
The barn was silent except for four heaving chests expelling air.
"Just your tongue, pussy-boy; just your tongue . . . ."
came Cole's horny whisper.
Moses Riggs let his tongue slide forward to make contact with his
smoldering goal. I glanced down at my own hard cock and then over
at Finch. We were both dripping copious amounts of pre-cum and
our dicks were dancing wildly in the harsh yellow light of the
camping lantern. Our breathing was coming in excited rasping tugs
and our chests heaved with seeming exertion.
"Ummmmm . . . you're good with your tongue, Mose . . .
." Cole voiced his endorsement of Riggs' tongue-job.
"Lick up and down the shaft . . . Ohhhh, yeah! . . . that's
it! . . . real slow for your master."
Moses kept at Cole's bone for minutes, licking in torturous
languor where he was directed. Finally, Cole gave the okay for
Moses to attempt to take the head into his mouth. With reckless
abandon, Moses over-estimated his ability to handle the timber he
was sawing on and caused himself to gag by going too deep on the
first plunge. Cole pushed Moses' mouth off and spit out, "I
FUCKING TOLD YOU! . . . GO SLOW!"
Moses looked anxiously up at his master and pleaded, "SIR!
I'M SORRY, SIR! I COULDN'T HELP IT, SIR! PLEASE, GIVE ME ONE MORE
CHANCE, SIR!"
Cole gave a curt nod, but warned, "One more chance."
Moses quickly adjusted his jaws and attempted another, slower,
dive. This time he got his mouth around the golf ball sized head
and held it in the cavern of his mouth. Evidently his tongue was
doing double-time, however, as Cole gave a satisfied sigh. Moses
showed he was a real cock-hound. He worked his way down until he
could take in a good nine inches on Cole's enormous penis on a
lunge. Cole was impressed by Rigg's finesse and let him slide up
and down as much as he wanted.
Cole began a series of verbal encouragements for Moses' oral
endeavors, "Yeehhh, boy! . . . Go to town! . . . Get as much
of that cock as you want, son . . . You gettin' what you want? .
. . Huhhhnnn? . . . You gettin' Daddy's meat? . . . Is that what
you need, son? . . . You need Daddy's meat?"
Moses moved only slightly faster as he heard Cole talking to him.
It made me wonder about his fantasies. Did Moses really want his
dad's dick? I know I had fantasized about Coach Riggs almost as
much as I had about my classmates. I guess then that it made
sense that Moses would harbor some sexual fantasies about his hot
jock-dad.
They let the cock-play and the verbal banter continue a few more
minutes. I watched in fascination as Moses' drool ran down the
engorged fuck-stick to Cole's large, hairy balls then dripped to
the blanket beneath them. The dark red hair gleamed like a dew
encrusted spider's web. Again, pangs of envy shot through me as I
watched Moses servicing this stud. As the superb blowjob
continued, Cole bent over and began to massage his fingers into
Riggs' tight asshole. The grunts, moans, groans, sighs and sobs
magnified as each man's nerves and senses were stimulated.
"You play a mean meat-whistle, boy! . . . You ready for the
big prize, boy? . . . Are you?"
Moses almost reluctantly removed his mouth to answer, "Sir!
Yes, sir! I'm ready, sir!"
Cole smiled, removed his fingers, playfully slapped his
dick-slut's rounded mounds, and then stepped away to remove his
jock. He wadded it up and threw it at me. I was glad he was on
the basketball team at this point because he managed to hook it
on my head. I bit ahold of it to keep it in my mouth. The mixture
of Moses' saliva and Cole's sweat and other juices were acrid to
my tongue but welcome as I sucked in the smell and taste. This
caused Cole to grin and wink at me. Cole returned his attention
to Moses Riggs.
"LICK MY BALLS!"
Moses went to task and was sucking Cole's gargantuan nuts in
their low-hanging sack. They were each about the same size as the
head of his cockthe size of golf balls (for real). There
was no way he could get them both in his mouth at the same time,
but he made due with taking one and then the other to bathe and
suckle.
Once the deputy was happy with Moses' job, he pushed his head
away and lay back on the blanket. Moses kneeled beside his
reclining master watching the massive tower of flesh as it lazily
flopped around, finally settling on its owner's thigh.
"Alright, Moze, time to get it. I want you to straddle me
and lower yourself, . . . but only when I tell you!" Cole
ordered.
Moses struggled to get up to a standing position. Having been
kneeling for a long time, and with his hands locked behind his
back didn't make it an easy task. But, being in good physical
shape and an excellent athlete, Moses made it look effortless as
he gained his feet and stood astride the man whose commands he
followed.
"That's it, Moze . . . . Are ya hot for it? . . . Are you
craving my horsedick? . . . Tell Daddy "
"SIR! I'M READY SIR! PLEASE LET ME SIT ON YOUR HOT COCK,
SIR!" Moses begged for it.
Cole moved his hand down to grasp his throbber and aimed it
perpendicular to his body so Moses could line his hungry hole up
with it. I didn't know how Moses thought he could take it, but he
was definately eager to try.
"ALRIGHT, BOY . . . . SIT!"
Moses began to bend his knees.
". . . SLOWLY . . . I WANT TO SEE YOU SQUIRM FOR IT! . . .
"
Cole would let Moses lower himself then make him stand. The
frustration was mounting as Moses watched Cole's arm stroke up
and down, but couldn't see his prize. Cole kept this up for about
five minutes and the effect had Moses ragged with lust. Cole
finally let Moses down to within an inch of his cock head then
made him hold there for a couple of minutes until his thighs
began to quiver from the strain. After an agonizing minute of
this torture, Cole bucked upward and his cock-head made contact
with Moses' hole. This got a heated response out of Moses.
"AHHHHH! YES! SIR!"
Cole pulled back and rammed upward again, never breaking the ring
of Moses' tight hole.
"Are you EVER going to leave your jurisdiction again?"
"UHHHNNNN! . . . SIR! NO, SIR!"
"How do I know you're not lying to me, pussy?
"SIR! IF I'M LYING, SIR, YOU CAN FUCK ME!"
"SHIT, BOY! I CAN DO THAT ANYTIME . . . ANYWHERE . . . I
FEEL LIKE IT! CAN'T I? . . . WHAT ELSE?"
"UGHNNN! SIR? I DON'T KNOW, SIR! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT,
SIR! JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"
"I'LL THINK ABOUT IT! . . . NOW! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU NEED TO
SIT DOWN! . . . DO YOU, BOY? . . .DO YOU NEED TO SIT?"
"O! SIR! YES, SIR! PLEASE LET ME SIT DOWN SIR!"
"Alright, boy, but only go as far as I tell you! YOU GOT
IT?"
"SIR! YES, SIR!"
"REPEAT IT!"
"SIR! YES, SIR! I CAN ONLY GO AS FAR AS YOU TELL ME,
SIR!"
"Good boy . . . SIT!"
"UHHHH! . . . OHHHHH! . . . AWWWW! . . . GNUHHHH!"
Moses slid down two inches on the 11 ½" horsedick. The
strain of taking such a large dick was expressed as both heaven
and hell on Moses' face.
"STOP!" Cole pushed him up until only the head of his
cock remained, "You're going to keep your pussy town-cop ass
within city limits?"
Moses whimpered for more cock.
"AWWWWW! . . . SIR! YES, SIR!" Again, Moses slid down
on Cole's super-cock, this time taking four inches.
Cole clasped Moses' thighs with his vise-like grip and repelled
him entirely off of his dick."STOP!"
"UHHHHNNNN! SIR! I NEED IT BADLY, SIR! PLEASE! . . . ."
The rest of his plea went unspoken as his eyes met Cole's, then
quickly moved away before his error registered with his master.
Cole ignored the breech in slave etiquette, "PROVE IT!"
Moses groaned in horney approbation. It was a simple order and
one with which Moses was eager to comply. He began a slow decent
on the pulsing meat pole, stretching his aching asshole to the
limit. Nonetheless, in moments Moses' moans of aggravation turned
to howls of pleasure as the huge knob spread his hole again for
its enterance and began the long, slow journey into Moses' nether
regions. It took him a few minutes to sink all the way down, but
he managed to work himself until he was sitting in Cole's lap.
Cole began talking hoarse, lusty words that made all of us groan
in horny response. "Shit, Moze, all these years you let
everybody think you were a pussy-hound, but you're nothing but a
prick-crazed faggot! Well, you're gonna get all the fuckin' cock
you want and more from now on . . . ." Cole held Moses down
against his pubes, then slapped his ass with his gloved hands.
"Yeah! Ohhhh, fuck! . . . Your hole is so tight and hot! . .
. Get ready to ride my cock, Moze!"
Moses wiggled himself into a better position to ride this
meat-bronco. His wiggling brought out grunts of vigorous approval
from Cole beneath him.
"OHHH! SIR! You're stretching me out, SIR! . . . I can feel
you pressing out from behind my stomach! . . . OHHHHHH, DAMN! . .
. Your dick is so fucking hot, SIR! . . . You're burning my
insides!" Moses was bouncing up and down now in heated
movements.
Cole let out with a stream of his own lecherous cries,
"AWWW! FUCK YEAH! . . . OHHHH, YEAH! . . . RIDE MY DICK WITH
YOUR TIGHT ASS! . . . OHHHH, SON, YEAH! . . . RIDE . . . UGHNNN!
. . . RIDE ME! . . . AHHH! YOU'RE . . . UMMMMM! . . . SO . . .
GAWDAMN!. . . FUCKING . . . GRAHHHH! . . . TIGHT! . . .
HUHHHNNNNN!
Moses, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure coming from his new
master, increased his speed.
"STOP!"
Moses' eyes shot open and went as round as sausers when he heard
the command!
"GET UP!"
Moses Riggs forced himself off of the giant dick. He was clearly
not happy about it, but he had to do as his master commanded. The
golf ball-head came out with a plop echoed by Moses' disgruntled
snort. Moses dismounted and quickly kneeled.
Cole stood then said, "ON YOUR BACK!"
Moses scrambled to lie down fast enough. In his zeal to comply,
however, he forgot his cuffs and crushed his arms uncomfortably
beneath himself. Not waiting for him to adjust his position, Cole
grabbed Moses' knees and pulled them up to his waist. This
brought Moses up into a tripod position on his head, neck and
shoulders with his cuffed hands jutting out impotently.
"HOLD ON WITH YOUR KNEES, BOY!"
That was all the warning Moses got before he was impaled again on
Cole's manhood. This time, Cole was in the driver's seat and was
intending to pump for all he was worth! He pushed his way in
until all eleven and one half inches were burried deeply inside
Moses before he wrenched his legs by the ankels and placed them
on his shoulders. Cole gripped Moses' ankles tightly and began a
sort of hopping motion as he started to pound the tight ass. Both
men grew sweaty with their straining and their skin shimmered
with each thrust. Their moaning and grunts of passion were coming
in quick continuance of one another as they were worked closer to
orgasm.
Moses begged for Cole to stroke his hard dick, but Cole refused
saying, "If you wanna cum, you gotta do it on your own!
Every bitch of mine cums while I fuck them, and WITHOUT EVER
BEING TOUCHED!"
Although torturous, Moses knew his master had spoken. There would
be no early release for him. Luckily, Cole knows how to fuck, in
fact, he gave new definition to the term
"long-dicking". On each inward and outward stroke,
Cole's cock would prod Moses's prostate. Aside from making his
cock leak profuse amounts of pre-cum that dripped down to splash
his upper chest, neck, and face, it started little ripples of
pleasure that began to cascade and roil and mount within his
body. The redoubling effect as the tension and pleasure mounted
and magnified was well on its way to making Moses reach his
climax.
It didn't take very long for Moses' cries of ecstasy to reach
rapturous volumes. He was crying out his pleasure when the first
stream of cum shot him in the face, the tail end of it trailing
into his open mouth. The subsequent shots left their sticky
tracks down his heaving chest and onto his face and neck and into
his flat top. The spasming of his orgasm set off contractions in
his ass which was enough to start Cole's orgasm.
"AWWW! FUCK! . . . HERE IT COMES! . . . GET READY, BOY! . .
. UHHHUHHNNN! . . . I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP! . . .
GHHUUUNNNNNNHHHHH! . . . HGUNNNN! . . . TAKE IT! . . . TAKE IT! .
. . AHHHHHH!"
Cole pulled out and let his huge cock jerk and spasm without
touching it as it continued to blast volley after volley of cum
onto the helpless Moses below him. His jism shot down on Moses'
ass, balls, and dick, and then dripped down to his face and mixed
with the cum already there.
Cole's spams ended and he shakingly released Moses from his grip.
Cole dropped to his knees and then spread himself across his
spent partner's body as their heaving chests slowly gained
control and resumed normal breathing. Cole remained on top of
Moses for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of the hard flesh
beneath him then got to his feet and pulled Moses up with him.
Wordlessly he marched Moses over to where Finch was restrained.
He turned Moses around, unlocked his cuffs and pushed him against
Finch's body. Moses didn't say a word as his arms were pulled
backward and locked again behind Finch's back. He could feel
Finch's yet to be satisfied dick, hot between them, slicking up
his lowerback and round ass cheeks.
Cole turned. His boots made a heavy thud as he walked across the
barn to where I was tied. Moses and Finch were silently watching
Cole's ass as he moved.
"I'll be needing this back," Cole said to me as he
reached up and took his sopping jock from my mouth.
"Joey."
Moses' eyes shot to my face and recognition slowly dawned there.
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