Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:45:17 -0800 (PST) From: Take Notice Subject: G; 'Southern Hospitality Part 4' {Rodney Jake} (M MM 1st anal ws bear coll fat hair ) [6! ] My asshole was throbbing as a strange man's dick pounded in and out of it. He was short, just 5'7 and he had a big belly, concealed under a flannel shirt that was tucked into his jeans. His fly was open and a massive 15 inch black cock protruded from it, pounding in and out of my pussy, currently being ground to hamburger. I moaned like a whore "Please don't stop. Fuck me daddy." The man had a thick beard. He pulled out, spit on his cock, then pounded it back in. Then I realized I was on a bench outside. My head lolled to the side and I saw a group of students looking at me, some girls, some guys. Some were laughing, others just looked on shocked. Then I saw a shopping cart, filled with cans and old grocery bags packed with wares. My cock-addled brain began to piece things together. I looked up at the hobo, who smiled over yellow teeth as he continued to pound me. "Having a good dream?" I woke with a start. I was sweating, and looked over to see Andrew's smiling face. "Wonder what you're dreaming about?" My dick was rock hard under the covers. Andrew just laughed and said, "Hurry up bitch. We've got to go." I got out of bed, tugged the red thong out of my hole, still sticky from the load Andrew pumped into it hours earlier. As I stood, I realized it was the first time since last night. My legs nearly gave out, but I kept my balance. Andrew laughed and I felt the odd sensation of cum dripping out of my asshole. Not even caring that andrew was watching, I dropped the panties a little and felt my asshole. It was strange. It was much wider, and felt sore. I put my finger in and felt it slide in easily, partially due to Papi's cum that was lubricating it's entry. Andrew tugged up my thong, "plenty of time to finger fuck yourself later slut, jesus." He tossed me a pair of my sweatpants. "Here put these on." I pulled them on, and slid my feet into some sandals. "Where are we going?" My voice was almost completely gone, raspy from all the cock that had been crammed into it the night before. "You don't need to know." I went to put on a shirt. "And you won't need a shirt." I looked at him. "Can I not wear a shirt where we're going? At least let me wear one to get out of th dorm." "What are you afraid someone's gonna see your tits?" He laughed. "Listen bitch, I'll make you a deal. You stop asking stupid questions, and I'll let you wear a hat." Remembering that my forehead currently read "Andrew's Slut" I agreed. We stepped out, Andrew carrying a duffel bag with him. As we walked down the stairs, we passed a few people. Alabama was hot this time of year, so it wasn't too abnormal to be walking shirtless. I was thankful to have my forehead covered, however. We walked through the hot parking lot to his car. Andrew drove an old 94 Dodge pick up. I climbed into the passenger seat and he jumped into the driver's side. There really wasn't any seats, just a long bench across the cabin. He threw the car in reverse and started backing out of the spot. "Hey Kyle, can you roll that window down?" "Umm. Yeah, no problem man." It was the first time in days he had referred to me by my name and not some slur. I turned the crank until the window was down. "Thanks." He reached over and grabbed my hat, then tossed it out the window. "Faggot." He started laughing. Fuck, I thought to myself, I'm in Alabama, with no idea where I'm headed, with the words "Andrew's Slut" scrawled on my forehead. Andrew looked over at my dejected face. "Oh come on bitch. Get over here and have some cock. It'll get your mind of things." With that, he slid down his own sweatpants and dragged out his dick. It just sat there limply in his lap as he drove. I kept turning to look at it while he remained silent. Eventually, I gave in to what I knew I'd end up doing anyway. I climbed over on the bench and put my head in his lap. "That's a good bitch." My head pumped up and down in his lap as he got harder. "Slow down bitch. We've got plenty of time." Sensing I was about to ask him where we were going, he held my head down, his cock stuffing my mouth so that I couldn't talk. "You know I always figured this drive would be a hassle, little did I know I'd have a cockwarmer for the road." I continued to suck as he tugged my sweatpants over my ass. They fell around my ankles and he grabbed them, throwing them out the window just like the hat. My eyes widened in panic but then his phone rang. Over the phone I could hear the familiar sound of his dad's voice. "You on the road yet?" "Yeah, should be there in a couple hours. Got to a late start." "OK well there's no rush. Rick isn't getting here for another hour, then we still have to get a fire going to warm the cabin up." "Alright, I should be there in three hours or so." He was holding my head hard over his dick. He knew I was putting things together. I couldn't go see his dad. Not with this shit on my forehead. Everything with Andrew just seemed to escalate. Held down, I started to gag on his dick. I regained my composure and heard him saying, "Oh by the way, my roommate asked if he could come. Is that cool?" His dad didn't answer right away. "Well we only have the three sleeping spots but? Is he in the car with you?" Andrew answered. "Yeah." I heard a loud sigh. "OK, yeah, we'll figure things out." "Great. See you in a few." Andrew hung up the phone and released me. I coughed his wet cock up loudly. "What the fuck we're going to see you're Dad? And who's Rick?" "Listen slut. I let you wear the hat. You agreed no stupid questions." "You threw the hat out the window. And my pants!" I sat there in cum-soaked red thong I had been wearing now for two days. My ass cheeks slipped around on the leather seat as more cum had leaked out of my ass and the thong's skimpy rear didn't have any material to absorb it. For the second time since I met Andrew, I felt like crying. "All I'll say is this. You're going to do what I tell you to do regardless of whether you like it or not. I packed everything you'll need in that duffel bag and you don't have a choice in the matter. In fact, the only matter you do have a choice in, is you can choose if you want to act like a stuck up bitch for the next three hours or if you want to pass the time sucking on Papi's cock. Your choice." I sat there again. His soft dick laying on his pants, stealing glances at it. I made it a whole six minutes of the silent treatment before i crawled over again, and slid it back into my mouth. "That's what I thought." He slowly began to pump in and out of my mouth, and for some reason, I stopped worrying about what would happen in three hours, when I arrived to his cabin to meet Andrew's dad and Rick. For the next three hours, I sucked him off to the brink of orgasm, then he would pull off and tell me to take a break. All I could think of was how badly I wanted to make Papi cum. My head was still in his lap when the car slowed and came to a stop. "Fuck I can't take it anymore, I gotta blow." His hand was rubbing my asscrack through the thong, his fingers wet with his own cum from the night before. He pulled his cock out and started jerking it all over my face and hair again. Lost in the moment, I nuzzled into him as his cock dripped more and more cum onto me. It seemed almost unreal, laying in Papi's pick-up getting hosed down in his cum as semen dripped from my ass all over the thong I was wearing. In just a matter of days, I had gone from a completely inexperienced closeted man, to a depraved, cock-hungry cumslut. Papi laughed looking down at me. "Go ahead. Jerk your little dick off." I barely had to touch it before i shot cum into my hand. My legs were trembling I was so turned on. "Come on, clean me up bitch." I licked Papi's cock and around the base where semen had dripped onto him. This part always seemed uncomfortable. Partially because it was completely degrading, but mostly because it was after I had already cum and I would feel strangely guilty for my behaviors. Andrew knew this, and loved to see it. His dick finally clean, he pulled up his sweats and stepped out of the car, taking the duffel bag with him. "By the way. We're here." I sat up in shock and realized, we were parked outside of a small cabin in the middle of the woods. My heart began to pound as I realized Andrew was already halfway toward the door and I was nearly naked (except for the thong) sitting alone in the truck cab. My fate was sealed when I saw Andrew knock on the door. I saw the familiar hulking form of his dad approach. His dad weighed about 270 as well, but was taller than Andrew at 6 foot 5. As a result, his fat stretched more over his body and he seemed slightly thinner (but by no stretch of the imagination did he seem thin). I saw Andrew talking to him, then step into the door. Unsure of what to do. I just kind of sat there, looking at Andrew's dad as he looked back at me. Then Andrew's dad stepped out of the doorstep and headed to the car. I tried to will my rock hard erection to go down but couldn't. I just sat, awaiting another moment of brutal humiliation brought to me at the hands of Andrew. Andrew's dad stepped up to the door, looked at me, then really looked at me. It took him a moment to process (what with the writing on my head, the red thong, the cum on the seat, not to mention all over my face and hair). He opened the door. "So you're Andrew's Slut huh?" He laughed slightly. "Jesus. I had you pegged the second I saw you. Andrew didn't think so but the day I left I told him, that kid's a pickle smoker." I blushed red but was, in a way, relieved. It could have gone a lot worse. "Get out here you filthy whore." He spoke meanly suddenly and with a harsh southern drawl that sort of scared me. I jumped out and stepped out of the truck. He looked at me and started to laugh "Well you're a skittish little count aren't ya." His hand cupped my ass and one of his thick fingers slid along my crack, feeling his son's semen. "Well, I guess I don't need to ask if you put out." And so, with the finger of a 270 lb, 54 year old, hairy, southern man pushing aside my thong and rubbing the inside of my asshole, I stepped into the cabin.