Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2020 11:40:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/ENCOUNTERS- "Twist My Arm"

TWIST MY ARM						by Mike Austin
							nasstop@yahoo.com


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1.

I'd talked with Bob Carrens a few times, had some deep slow suckfests on
his fine dickmeat and wanted more. I know sometimes Feeders tire of the
same eater-action and need variety, especially if the head is only
so-so. I'm proud to be a good deep-throater, never got any neg feedback, so
I knew that wasn't the problem; when after a few more weeks, Bob seemed to
be a bit "busy", more often than not.

I also knew I had some legit need for his service for the boys, since I was
goin down to Corpus for a weeklong job and would need the dogs cared
for. By this time, the boys and Bob were good friends and I trusted Bob, so
it would be his call, make the drive over to my place daily to feed, water
and play with the boys or bring them to his place. Either way, I was
good. He decided to have me bring them to him the Saturday before I headed
out for Corpus.

I'd met a Craigslist married guy down in Portland, just across Corpus
Christi Bay, but he only had Saturday night free, so I made the decision to
drop off the dogs at Bob's Saturday morning and high tail it down to
Corpus, get my room and get some married dick. The South Texas dad was 6',
200#, black hair, blue eyes and furred up front and back. He worked
maintenance on the USS Lexington, moored there as a tourist venue. I was
damn near salivating when he sent me a cam pic of his sweaty bod gettin
outta his work clothes Friday afternoon. DAMN, I was already tastin his
sweat and crotch.......Back to the dogs and Bob though. Suffice it to say I
was boned, my tight chest and hard nips gave me away when I got outta my
truck and walked around to the tailgate. The service truck parked in front
of Bob's place was a handyman service; the bi-line on the side "I get any
job done right" got my attention. Knocking on the door got no response. I
glanced in the garage door windows, Bob's truck was gone. The dogs started
light barking and tugged to my right. I walked around the side of the
garage yard, thugged the gate latch open and found Jess Hawkins, the
Handyman, resting on his shovel. "You must be Mark? Bob had to run an
errand. He said you were dropping off your hounds before heading out of
town. He also said you were 'friendly'."

As Jess grabbed his zipper, tugged it down, and dropped his butch meat out,
my knees actually quivered. I released the dogs to the back yard. Stepped
forward, closed the gate behind me, kneeled down, looked up into the
sunshine that now blanked Jess' face and lapped the dickhead slowly, almost
reverently. His grimy hands found the back of my head and he pulled me in
close, filling my mouth with his thickening shaft. His scent, his yardwork
smell of earth, his taste, all swirled in my senses and I was lost in the
headjob. The grip of his raw, rough hands on the side of my head grew like
a vice. His thighs and glutes pumped harder and faster. His dick found my
throat hole and he shoved deep as he pulled my face in hard, stuffing my
throat just as his wads of rich BullMilk fired down my throat. I gulped
until he shivered and pulled my head off his crotch. Looking up, the sun
still blanked out his face, but knew there was a "Yeah-grin" there.

I still had a long drive ahead of me but had a good load of breakfast cum
to make it on. We shook hands, exchanged numbers, gave the dogs goodbye
hugs and I climbed into my truck and headed south... Scratching my
throbber, I knew I'd need lots of opportunity to "get any job done" for
Jess.

2.  Well after leavin Bob's with a belly fully of Jess's sperm, my drive
down to Victoria and then on down to Refugio, was uneventful. I passed up
several of my favorite BBQ stops on the way, but I had serious meat waitin
and I didn't wanna delay that Feeder. The drive was pretty quick, then got
to Refugio and had to take a wicked piss, so pulled into the DQ, beat a
trail to the head, emptied, scratched, adjusted and went back to the
counter. A pink n purple-haired twink Goth-type chick took my order,
returned with my med Coke and I was back in my truck headin down the
road. Maybe it was the road noise and thunder, maybe it was Jess' swimmers,
but I was damned horned up again! I crotch-grabbed for about 20 miles, then
when I was so crazed and edged to the max, I pulled over, got out,
stretched, bent around, got back in the truck, and was back on my way.

No sooner than a flash I was making the bend off US77 onto I-37 and down to
Corpus. I exited Leopard, signed in at my room and called my married
bud. His name is Beau Thibodeaux and he's been married 15 years to his hs
sweetheart. He's worked oilrigs and now at the USS LEXINGTON for the last 4
years. He asked where I was stayin, I told him and he said he'd see me in
30 mins. His closing remarks stirred me, but when he asked, "Are you hungry
boy"? I went weak...............

He called me about 20 mins later. His voice commanding, "Strip down" was
all he said. I damn near destroyed my clothes.

The double knock on the door said The Man was here. That close crop haircut
and face fur, bowed upper torso and chest fur, was just what this boy
needed. He stepped in, smiled, nodded as he eyed me over. Told me to turn
around. I performed like a show-dog. His rough hairy hands gripped my
shoulders as he shoved me down. His right hand under my jaw, tilted my face
up as he asked again, "Are you hungry boy"? I blinked and mouthed "YESSIR",
he tapped my head and shoved his jeaned crotch forward.

I rubbed my face eagerly across his jeans. The crotch responded by swelling
and heating up the bulge it concealed. His scent was making me so horny, I
was salivating for the thick tube and balls I'd seen on the cam shot
earlier. In no time, I chugged the belt open, unzipped and hauled out the
fine thick hot sweaty dicktube and hairy bag. His thick pubes bristled free
and the sweaty musk filled my nose and the room. I looked up, extended my
tongue then licked the heavy, hairy sack slowly; running the end of my
tongue around each swollen testicle, then up and down the seam. I glanced
up, his eyes were closed as his hands found the side of my face, my ears,
his beefy fingers pulling my ears, guiding my work and focus. As he pulled
my mouth from his balls, the rough hands guided me to his hot swollen
Feeder Dick. I opened wide, swallowed down and the hands gripped the back
of my head and his legs and glutes started the face fuck that would
follow. His mouth and throat assault was awesome. He fed me deep, then
shallow, slow then fast, the facefuck lasted about 1/2 and hour before
again the question came, "Are you hungry boy"? But this time I couldn't
reply. He kept up his face fuck rhythm, asked the question again and
followed it with "Answer me". I tried to pull off and answer but the
massive fingers had my head locked in place. "So answer me", he ground out
between clenched teeth, tension building in his voice. I tried to speak but
the thick meat was too much to get an answer out. One more try and I
garbled and gurgled the answer, "Yeah that's the way to answer" was the
response. "I wanna hear and FEEL your reply". I knew then that I was
learning to speak all over. I kept answering and answering and answering
til the question had no more purpose..........................

Beau left after about 1.5 hours. My throat and mouth had been reshaped. My
gut was a mixmaster of his and Jess' sperm. My face smelled of Beau, I
tasted of him, my head was swollen and my hard, smooth chest was coated in
sweat. I can still recall him telling me to "use your finger and point to
my dickhead in your throat"...............I slept for an hour, got up,
headed out to Whataburger for some chow, then decided to cruise the seawall
and the T-Heads for trade..........More to follow

3.  The work hours were long, hard, hot and seemed that each night when I
got into the motel room, it was all I could do to strip down, hit the hot
shower and crash for an hour or so. I can tell you more than once, I woke
up after one of these after-work "zone outs" with my dick in my fist and no
cum to be found. It's pretty damned bad when you are so tired, you stop
jackin in mid-stroke!

I was determined to kick up some stud dick, no matter what. I'd found a
fine cruise spot, at the marina near downtown. Where it was a roadway in a
residential area that skirted along the Corpus Bay it was called Ocean
Drive, while in the business district it fronted along the T-Heads (the
marina) and the hustlers in Corpus, cruised from there down to the Museum
and under the Portland Bridge called Shoreline Dr.

It was a Friday night about 10:30. My balls ached and my guts needed sperm!
I flicked off the TV, shrugged on a t-shirt and jeans and walked barefoot
to my truck. The cold a/c hit my hard nips and they pronged out like
erasers (hate that description but it works). My dick throb already at the
prospect of a stud feeding me. I backed out, headed down Leopard to
downtown and then onto Ocean Drive, cruised the great homes and watched the
lights dance across Corpus Bay. It must be Touch n Go time at Corpus
Christi Naval Air Station (NAS) as jets were skimming then would drop out
of sight down at NAS then fire up as they touched then jammed it skyward.

I cruised slowly up, then down and turned around. The marina sailboats
bobbed masts even in their protected breakwater. The wind was picking
up. The energy was building. I saw the cap first, he turned, then ducked
down toward the Museum sidewalk area that led behind a row of low palms. I
turned into the side parking lot, the clear view of the backside of the row
of palms was shadowy, but he was there. He pulled off his baseball cap,
wiped his forehead, then replaced the cap. The left hand dropped to his
crotch as he stepped into the light pool from the parking lot standard. He
was about 6'2" and maybe 170 or so pounds, t-shirt, jeans and that left
hand directing my attention; calling me, reeling me in. I drove forward
stopped just outside the pool of light and he stepped up beside my
truck. As I lowered the driver's window, I could see a stud in mid to late
twenties, lean and wiry and still working his crotch with that left
hand. He grinned as he looked first into my face and then trailed his gaze
down to his crotch, before returning once again to my eyes. I tongue-swiped
my lips, nodded and unlocked the passenger door. He walked round, as soon
as the interior light set the truck cab bright and could see more of his
features, I knew I would pay any amount he wanted. Some acne scars were not
kind, but his eyes were deep green, his hair shagged out from under the
sides and back of his baseball cap; his fingers and hands were of a laborer
and his voice was pure South TEXAS STUD......Maybe he'd grown up ranchin or
riding but he was no city boy.

His right hand reached out and as we shook he offered, "Name's Tom", "I'm
Mark", we shook, he gripped my hand hard. As the shake ended, he slipped
his hand under the bottom of his T, scracthed his ab, tugged the T up some
and showed the fuzzy trail that disappeared in his jeans. He asked if I was
from Corpus, I told him why I was there and where I was stayin. He said
he'd been there about 6 months, work was slow since the BP well event, but
he was makin it "'cept when it gets close to rent day". Again the T shirt
tugged up and the ab-scratch drew my focus. I asked if he wanted coffee or
chow, he declined. He asked what I was out lookin for and I reached for the
crotch now prominently spread wide and framed by his long legs. The thick
dicktube was already obvious. I swallowed and for the first time, realized
my mouth was totally dry and gulped again. Right then he offered, "I'm
about $50 short on rent". "Gotcha covered bud" I uttered as we left the
parking lot and headed for an ATM. We both agreed no a/c and the wind
whipped through the truck. His sweat filled my cab and senses. I withdrew
$100 and returned to the truck. Tom's only remark, "Let's kick it bud" and
we headed back to the motel.

As we stepped into the room, he asked if he could grab a quick shower? I
told him he didn't need to on my account. He said he'd feel better about it
and I didn't press matters. The process of kickin off his boots, socks and
shedding the T shirt, jeans and St. Christopher's medal chain, seemed
almost a ritual for Tom. He was precise as he went through the stages and
strode into the head, followed by the roar of the shower, slide of the
curtain and "Oh Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". Barefooted myself, I ran my feet
across the carpet in anticipation, tugged off my jeans and Tshirt, then
pulled the jeans back on. "He might not like me stripped" I thought to
myself. The shower ended, "damn fine shower", came the remark, he stepped
in front of the vanity area staring into the broad mirror, his back led to
a firm hard, squared off butt, the dark fuzz in his crack made me eager and
the sight in the mirror of that fuzzy trail leading to a thick set of pubes
and the very top edge of the dickbase, made me gulp out loud. I could hear
myself swallow. `Was I crazy or just that horny' I can remember asking
myself? Tom turned, finishing the dry off and walked toward me.

"So Mark", again the left hand dropped to his now-naked crotch, cupped
under his low warm soft hairy bag and thick firming dickmeat, "what's got
your eye tonight?" I reached forward cupped my hand under his heavy warm
moist sack and replied "well Tom, these to start off". His right hand moved
to my shoulder as I slid off the edge of the mattress onto the floor. His
left hand topped my head as I lifted the heavy damp sack to my mouth and
lapped slowly around each heavy ball, behind the bag and then as he guided
my face up to his dickbase, into the thick mass of
pubes. "Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss" was all I heard from Tom then
"Yehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's it, suck em slow". I was In The
Zone. The rest of the room stopped, the sound of the a/c unit ceased, the
parking lot noises and traffic outside were non-existant. The only sound
was the deep slow suction of my mouth on Tom's heavy warm hairy balls. The
thick dicktube lay across my face or at times on top of my head. I loved
the feel of it's mass and heat. As his hands reached for my ears and he
tugged my face up to the dickhead, I glanced up, he guided my mouth to the
head and then released my ears. I sucked down slowly, savoring the hot
thickness that filled my mouth and as I sucked my natural urge to speed up
kicked in. "Not so fast bro", came Tom's remark, then "No rush here,Morros
Saturday, no work" he added. "Jus go slow n make it last", oh holy fuck
this was better than I ever hoped for. That made up my mind right then, he
was gettin all $100 and if to read my mind, Tom said, "Ya know if you got
no plans, I can spend the night"? I WAS SUNK!!!

The thick dickhead swelled, was blunt, had a deep crease from the ridge to
the slit. The long curve rose from the dense pubes like a power tower. "Ya
know Mark, if you flipped over, the edge, we could............." before he
could finish I was off his dick, on my back, head hanging off the edge
looking up, mouth wide open and reachin for the fine cowboy ass behind him
to pull him in close. Tom stepped forward, aimed his dick downward into my
gaping mouth. The hardness bent down against it's natural curve but fit
smoothly into and down my throat. He shifted forward more as he fed the
dick slowly down deep. He said he liked to hear guys "want it". He stopped
then directed me "say need more" I tried to pull his dick out to speak, he
said, "Naw man, with it in your throat". Oh damn this was kickin my ass
GOOD............I garbled out "need more", "Yeah" was what I got back. "Now
say need sperm", I learn fast and mouthed as best as possible, "need
sperm"; "that's it buddy" I got back. This speak and deepthroat action went
on for hours it seemed before the real throat fucking began. My jaws ached
but my throat-hunger was being sated FINALLY! Tom rocked back and forth and
plunged deep. At one point he directed me to point on my throat where his
dickhead was lodged. When I pointed it out, he gripped my throat, squeezed
and said "right there?" in somewhat disbelief. I gurgled affirmative. Again
the response was "yeahhhh"! This continued until I heard his "ready to eat
cum?" question, I mumbled "uh huh" and felt the thick dickmeat fire deep
down my throathole. "Drink my swimmers bud", he only remark, as he trailed
off, "Yeah drink em down"...............................

The night moved on, pizza got ordered, he ate, I ate him, his feedings
continued almost all night long it seemed. When the morning came, I somehow
thought it was a dream. When I rolled over to face the windows, there sat
Tom, legs spread wide, hardon displayed my way, asking "are you hungry"? I
guess you know my answer guys............?


4.  At last, I was on my way back home. I knew the boys would be happy to
see me, their tails would say it all.

Before checking out, Tom had pumped another load in my guts for the trip
home "On me" as he said. He stood in his trailer door, gave me a wave,
turned and disappeared inside, then I turned my truck to I-37. The ride and
road roar made me horny as hell. There's one rest/picnic stop on US77 North
but there's a WATCH FOR SNAKES SIGN posted at each entry and if there's one
thing this TEXAS boy hates, IT'S SNAKES!!! I decided to bypass that stop
though I stirred when I flew past the "Freightliner" pulled in there and
maybe the trucker needed some service, but........

I called Bob Carrens and left a VM. He called back in about 15 minutes and
said he was just heading out and was in the shower when I'd called. We set
up a time to meet so I could get the dogs and head home. I would stop for
BBQ, get Bob some and the dogs some beef ribs and that'd make everyone
happy! The drive blurred as US77 met US59 south of Victoria. I'd decided to
pass on the DQ stop in Refugio. I just wanted to get home. About 30 minutes
out the cell rang, it was Bob. He asked if I'd mind waiting at his place
for the phone guy if he wasn't back from his errands as he'd been having
landline problems all week long. I agreed, told him about the BBQ and he
thanked me.

When I arrived, there was a note on the front door. I thought oh fuck I was
too late for the Tel guy; but the note was from Bob to him telling him that
I was on my way there, gave him my cell and told the guy in the note that I
had a key (I didn't but knew where it was kept). Now I had to piss like a
racehorse. I raced inside, hauled out and let my stream fly. I almost
didn't hear the knock, but did hear the doorbell. I hurried out zipping up
and made a grab for the front doorknob. Hand-extended, Dell Baldwin
announced, "I'm the telephone repairman, here for Mr. Carrens' repair
order". My heart pounded!

Dell Baldwin was thick, butch and very HOT. Hard work and a hot day had
made his uniform shirt pasty wet with his sweat and the breeze blowing into
the doorway swirled his musk all over my face. He said he needed to get
into the yard but also needed his ladder and to meet him at the gate. I
headed through the garage out the side door and unlocked the gate as he
carried the fiberglass ladder above his head. The uniform short dragged
open as he lowered the ladder, reached into his tool belt and hooked a line
tester to the connection box. I stood watching then stammered, "How bout a
cold water"?, "Thanks" came the reply "I could use some". I disappeared
then returned with a huge plastic mug of ice and sloshy water. Dell's hands
were scarred and furry knuckles made me eager to see more. His chest was
not too furry but his arms were. I wondered where else fur was hiding? He
staged the ladder, climbed up, checked the connections at the top of the
line box then on up to the roof. "Damn" as he climbed back
down. "Everything is good here, looks like it's at the pole", I presumed he
meant the problem was at the pole. The pole I was focused on hung low down
his left leg; it swelled as he climbed up and down; "Must be wearin boxers"
I conjectured? The center back of his shirt was now soaked, I disappeared
again inside, returning with a wet, chilled hand towel. Dell thanked me,
wiped his face, neck and arms then layed the towel on the ladder. He turned
to head for his truck and as soon as he'd gone past the gate, I grabbed the
towel, shoved it to my face and inhaled!!!!! THROAT CLEARING interrupted my
sensation, I froze, Dell was standing back in the gate staring at me. A
snarl appeared, head shaking a little, his head looked down at his crotch
then back at my face. "Uh I came back for my keys on my toolbelt", he
growled low; "Didn't know I had a fag around". I stood my ground, "Look
bud, you're here to fix Bob's phone, let's just leave it at that; I'll head
inside, when you're done, let me know, I'll sign any paper and you can head
your way", "sorry if I offended you, I meant no harm", I wasn't sure how
he'd react. His gum-chewing slowed down, shook his head, unsnapped the keys
from his toolbelt, turned and went back to his truck then returned with
pole climbers on.

"You here alone", he asked? I nodded, "Dell look man, I want to just forget
this happened if that's good"? "Well see my ol lady and me been split for
about two weeks and well I got a mega case of blue balls, if you really
wanted it", Dell came in close saying. His sweat whipped me back into
lust. I dropped down in front, tugged his belt open, unzipped hauled out
this thick furry uncut dick and slobbered it slowly. The hood slid easily
and my tongue docked slowly against the throbbing head. Dell just leaned
back against the side of the garage, looking down as I deep throated his
lineman dick to his hair. In no time, his firm hands gripped the back of my
head and he was skull-fucking me hard. "Go for it bud" he kept saying until
he stood forward, grabbed the top of my head pushed straight down then into
his crotch and his meat flooded thick ropes down into my guts. "Oh fuck
yes" he growled over and over as he leaned back to the wall. I buried my
face more into his sweaty pubes, inhaling his scent, and cum, his sweat and
masculinity. I shook my head side to side like a shark tearing into prey;
his dick slid back into my throat again giving me the end of his
cumload. "Yeah buddy" Dell offered, "damn fine head job". I stood, he
zipped up, climbed Bob's pole and made the repairs.

Dell's coming to check out my line tonight after his calls are done. I hope
Bob found the bag of BBQ in his fridge when he got home.

		     .....The End of Twist My Arm.....