Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1999 17:34:02 EDT
From: Nathan Harvey
Subject: The Yard Man

The Yard Man
By Nathan Harvey

The drive back from Indianapolis was a long boring trip and I was getting
weary from the monotony of the road.  I enjoyed these business trips a lot
more in the past when I could check the roadside rest stops for a quick head
job. Since Indiana had closed their roadside johns there was little reason to
cruse its rest stops. Even now just thinking about a good blowjob and I was
getting me horny as hell.  Massaging my nuts gave me little relief.   At the
crest of the hill I began reducing speed to check out an interesting looking
abandoned rest stop.  Pulling into the parking lot I could see the only other
vehicle there was a dump truck at the far end of the lot.  There was little
activity in the park, just a big black maintenance man clearing trash.
Parking in front of the shack and locking my car I started to stretch my legs
to get some circulation going. Lumbering around all stiff from sitting so long
I decided to go into the shack and take a crap.

The structure was in shambles but you could still see that it had been a two-
holed shithouse. Now there were barely four partial walls and just a
suggestion of a roof of the structure left.   The building looked something
like a stage setting or a moving picture prop in a war zone.  Dropping my
jeans I managed to sit on the remaining piece of the broken shelf to take a
shit.  I began to think of all the good times I'd had in roadside stops like this
one in my teenage years.  What a shame that was all gone now.  The young
gay kids now don't know what they had missed.  These outhouses use to be
drive-in meat markets in there day.   Finishing my business I fished around
in my pocket for some Kleenex to wipe my ass.  Thinking about all the cock
I'd sucked in places like this made me horny and hard.  Fondling my meat
and watching it spring into action as I stroked it I remembered all the good
times I'd in these rest stops like this.  Some nights there was a waiting line
of horny studs waiting to be serviced.

  Getting close to climax I crouched down into a hunched position and began
shooting my load.  I was spraying all over the air and on the floor and it felt
extravagant just getting it off-- I still could shoot a damn good load.
Suddenly hearing a sound behind me I turned and spotted someone peering
in watching my brief sexual fling.  Straightening up fumbling and pulling
my cock into place I tried to look normal.  Then I heard soft laughter and
seconds later this handsome black face appeared in the doorway.  In a low
voice he whispered, "Shit man I was just looking for a little relief.  Can you
help me with my problem white boy?  My balls are about ready to blow
from all that bouncing around in my truck".  He stood there with his
coveralls unzipped and from the black kinky hair running the length of the
zipper it was clear he had nothing underneath those coveralls.  Then taking a
step forward shrugging his shoulders he let the coveralls drop to his heavy
work boots.  He exposed one godlike body graced by an enormous cock
springing from huge hairy balls.  Again in a louder voice this time said he
needed to be serviced.

 I lost it with my heart beating a mile a minute and my eyes were smarting as
my gaze traveled down that fur-covered chest.  I followed that trail of kinky
hair leading to his enormous cock with its huge head glistening with precum.
Slowly he stroked that massive cock and I wanted that meat of his.  Without
a second thought letting my jeans drop and sinking to my knees in
submission I was eager to service that ebony tool of his.  Advancing swiftly
and shoveling that enormous drooling cockshead into my hungry waiting
mouth I closed my mouth hungrily around his cock.   Grabbing his firm
asscheeks I thrilled at the touch of his fur-covered loins and pulled him
forward ramming his tool in as far as I could take it.  My passions were
heightened as my nostrils were filled with the earthy scent of this man.
Struggling and swallowing I choked down his enormous rod until my face
nestled in his coarse pelt of pubic hair.

 In seconds I was rewarded with a giant load of cum pouring down my
throat.  Still hard he began to facefuck me.  Grabbing my head he would
withdraw almost all of his cock and then plunge deep into my throat until we
almost became as one.  This time it was with slow and deliberate movement
his organ pulsed and reached to the very debts of my throat.  Then I could
feel his balls stiffened he began filling me with his warm, sweet nectar
again.  Swallowing I continued to suck until I had the last of his essence and
his tool began to soften.  Smiling he slowly withdrew his cock from my
mouth helping me to my feet.  Pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket
then he lit two and offered me one.  Leaning back then against the wall we
puffed on our smokes and relaxed.  He stood there naked and beautiful with
his coveralls still around his ankles.

 His cock was beginning to stiffen again and he was primed for action. This
man was a sex machine and I wanted to be his service man. As I started to
kneel he grasped my shoulders and began lifting and turning me until his
cock was probing my ass.  He said he wanted something different this time.
He wanted my ass and spitting on his cockshead wetting it he began
invading my ass.  Crying out that he was too big soon desire overcame my
caution and I surrender to his desires.  Then he shoved an open bottle of
poppers under my nose telling me it would make me relax.  Breathing
deeply I became real dizzy at first then desire inflamed my mind. My ass
grew hot and hungry for his cock and I wanted it.  I started pushing back on
his cock as he kept thrusting forward.   Pain and pleasure ripped through my
body as he inched deeper into my body.  I was obsessed and wanted him to
fill my ass with everything he had.  Crying out in ecstasy as he pushed the
poppers under my nose my ass began to accommodate his giant joystick.

He kept moving forward pushing me into the wall and then straightening up.
His cock plunged deep up my ass lifting my feet from the floor leaving me
suspended on his meat.  Placing his huge hands on my hips he began jacking
himself off with my ass.  Dangling on his tool leaned forward steadying
myself against the fire stops of the shed.  He kept holding me on that rocket
of his and sliding me up and down on his shaft. I hung there like a coat on a
rack becoming an extension of his body.  Now my every movement was
completely under his control.  After a long and delicious reaming with one
final thrust, he implanted his entire organ deep into my ass unloading his
load in violent spurts.  Gasping, as he came I felt like I wanted him to stay in
my body forever.   I'd never been fucked so completely by any white man
and felt that I would never again be so fulfilled.   Lifting me down from his
hanger I turned covering him with kisses.  Still hungry for his cock I
dropped to my knees to surrender to his manhood again.   Laughing he said,
"Glad you like my cock Kevin you've got a great ass and I'll screw you any
time you want it, I always wanted to get into your pants."

I froze, shocked that this black Adonis knew me.  Looking up into his face I
began to remember that we had known each other long ago.  He was the
young stud of a boy that did my parent's yard when I was little.  I was just a
small boy but I remember how he looked when he pealed off his shirt and
cut our yard, his young firm body shiny with perspiration.  I would lie in bed
at night pretending he was with me naked and I was his slave.  I'd fantasized
about him for years.  Man had he changed a lot!  He was now a strapping
brute.  His body was covered with course, wire like, all that black, curly hair
and he was REALLY hung.  His clean, full features, that wonderful fur
covered body made me want to worship him.  I could fall in love with him.
Then my Adonis knelt and pulled me closer and shoved my rod in his moist
hot mouth.  As he pumped my tool ran my hands over that classic head and
face.  Then moving my hands across his massive fur covered shoulders and
back with wild passionate strokes I drove my meat deep into him.  I felt my
passions drain from my body as I filled him with cum.  Then I went limp.
He held me and then standing pressed his mouth on mine and we kissed.  .
We could taste our body fluids mixed with our saliva and I felt complete like
I'd become a part of him.  Slowly dressing we went out for another smoke. I
didn't want that moment to be over.  It was getting dark and now it was hard
to make out his face or that glorious body of his.

We exchanged phone numbers then and were surprised we lived in the same
town.  We promised to call and we both promised faithfully to meet again.
Then we both drove off in separate directions.  As I pulled out of the lot I
felt it was a shame but in a few days my wonderful afternoon of black
passion would be nothing but a hot memory, a roadside affairs never to go
anywhere.  On the drive all the way home I could feel my ass yearning for
my chocolate soldier.  It would be hard to forget that cock reaming me.
Maybe his time it would be more than a memory.  I had never been so
possessed by a man in my life.

I lay in bed reminiscing about that wonderful black Adonis I had
surrendered my body to at that rest stop.   I'd never given myself so
completely to anyone and now this black man filled my thoughts. We had
exchanged phone numbers when we found we lived in the same town.  We
had even promised to call and meet again and then we drove off in separate
directions.  I began to feel it was just a wonderful memory.  Then it
happened, early Tuesday morning my bear man called-he wanted me to
come to visit Saturday, telling me he wanted me again.  He had something
special planned for me. I ask him if there was anything I should bring.
Laughing in that low husky voice he said I was equipped with everything he
wanted.  Before I could move from the phone it rang again and my bear man
told me to count on spending the weekend.  I was in heaven.

Unsure of his neighborhood and uncomfortable with that part of town found
his place with no problems.   I managed to arrive just after two O'clock like
he had told me to.  His apartment was located over an old used furniture
store and had its own parking spots.  Climbing the back stairs I looked for a
bell and finding none I knocked.  The door opened a crack and then swung
wide.  Smiling my black Adonis welcomed me in.  I was eager to see him
and thrilled he was dressed for pleasure.  He was wearing a leather biker hat
that covered his black kinky hair, leather straps accentuated by silver rings
emphasized his thick hairy chest.  A leather strap led down to a large
cockring around his proud erect meat.  He told me then that he'd bought his
outfit especially for me today and grabbing my hand told me he'd selected
some leather especially for me to wear.  Slowly stripping me naked and
leading me to the bathroom he gave me a jar of cream telling me to lather
my body with it and rinse off in the shower.  He wanted to prepare my body
for my leather.  The cream felt refreshing and tingling, and further enhanced
the anticipation of having his body.

Then slipping under the water I began to rinse.   I was shocked when my
body hair began to slip away.  Drying off I stood looking in the bathroom
mirror speechless as my white, naked, hairless body looked back at me.
Getting over the initial shock I admired my smooth chest, my long slim arms
and legs--even my seven-inch cock looked longer without my body hair.
My black Adonis was making me his very own.  Seeing our reflections in
the mirror together I realize we belonged together.  He was strong black and
manly, covered with coarse kinky hair, and me, tall, slim, blond and now
nude of all body hair.   I hugged him I could feel all his wonderful fur
against my naked body. My Bear man led me away to try on my new leather.
First he buckled a wide collar with D rings around my neck.  Then he
slipped cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

 I was intrigued when he connected my cuff together with chains and
laughing and saying that it was time white people wore chains.  Then
kneeling down he attach one more ornament--a leather band around my balls
with a heavy weight swinging from three silver chains.  It smarted and
pulled but I said nothing. Kneeling then to service him he held me off.  He
said he said he needed to prepare himself for me.   With a quick motion he
scooped up a jelly like substance and began to apply it to his mammoth tool.
Laughing he said he would now taste like a cherry Popsicle.  Taking my
head in his hands he began to instruct me on how to take his cock.  He
wanted me to take it deep into my throat and hold it, to accept his total
length in one smooth even thrust.

Placing his tool on my lips he began pulling me onto his cock and as his
shaft sank deeper into my mouth my throat began to tighten.  Pausing for a
second he began pushing further down this time until I could no longer
breath.  I began to struggle, getting light headed from the loss of air and in
desperation I was forced to expand my throat like I'd never done before.  He
then trust his tool even deeper and I could feel his whole organ slip down my
throat and then he began to grind and pump his meat into me.   Now I was
experiencing his soul, his very essence.  While I was slurping and sucking
for all my worth he began to fuck my face with wild passion.  When he
climaxed he stayed positioned deep in my throat and in a few seconds
released a stream of piss.  Swallowing hard, I could feel the warm liquid
flow into my stomach and now I was confirming my position as his slave.
With renewed vigor he began again to fuck my mouth in great thrusts,
stroking deep, pulling his cock almost out of my mouth and then plunging
deep until his balls were slapping my chin.

 He told me that was the way a real man wanted to be sucked and I was to
remember this.  I sucked and he fucked for the better part of that day.  I
thought I would never get enough of his magic wand.  I wanted to be his sex
slave.  After a long wonderful afternoon of sex with my bear man we went
into the living room.  I complained about the weigh of my ball harness
pulling on me but he told me I would become use to it.  He said it was
designed to keep me in my place.  Then he added even more weight to my
balls forcing me to kneel. When I was on my knees he rearranged my chains,
putting my hands behind my back and chaining them to my ankles.   I began
having second thoughts about how this game was going.  I told him I
thought I better dress and leave.  Laughing he told me that was impossible
that he'd had invited five of his friends over for cards and I was there as the
surprise entertainment for the night.

Leaving me kneeling there naked he said hi had to change.  I begged him to
let me change but he said I was dressed the way he wanted me to be.
Returning from the bedroom he mixed a drink for me.  Holding the drink to
my lips told me to drink it all.  When I refused he slapped me telling me I
would have a lot more fun tonight if I drank it.  I obeyed and drank it.  He
filled the glass with that strange tasting mixture several more times for me.
As I finished the last glass he told me from now on I was to address him as
Master or Sir.  By now I had lost all will to argue.  I realize there was more
in that glass than just liqueur. My head had started swimming now and there
was a burning in my stomach.  I was so horny my cock swelled throbbing
with passion.  I craved sex, I wanted to suck, fuck, any thing.  Whatever was
in that drink made me feel that I would never get enough sex.

There was a knocking then on the door and when my Master opened it five
of his buddies trouped in the room for their card game. They were all
surprised to find a hot white naked man chained and kneeling on the floor.
Gathering around me to stare and snicker one of them prodded my cock and
another one goosed my ass and they all laughed.  I was so excited I began to
cum right on the floor.  My Master slapped me and told me to clean my cum
up.  Obeying his orders I licked the floor clean.  Master told them that
tonight after poker they had there own sex slave to service them.  He said I
could make there balls leap with my wild mouth, and ass.  Then standing he
said proudly can testify to that because I auditioned the bitch all afternoon."
They all had a good laugh at that but still were not sure it was a good idea.
He then told them this was going to be his answer to safe sex.  They would
have there own private sex slave to service just them. The room was
strangely quiet as they started their game.

 As they played the drinking and smoking began to loosen up.  By there third
beer they were beginning to like the idea of a white boy as a sex slave.  They
were now laughing and pointing at me, asking what they should do with
their little white queer.  The boys began to decide who would get sucked
first when suddenly Whitie, a big hairy beast, jumped up all hot and horny
and saying he was going first.  Whitie stripped and advanced toward me.  He
was one of those big Neanderthal men with fur-covered arms and a mass of
chest hair that flowed down to a hard, primed, bouncing cock.  Seizing his
meat he rammed his huge cock into my mouth.  He was going to fuck any
white bastard he could get his cock into, and with giant thrusts he repeatedly
rammed his cock deeper making a path for his tool.  He began to pump like
he was planning on driving his sperm to the very bottom of my body.  He
fucked like a man possessed finally sinking deep into me and shooting his
load.

By now the mixture I'd drunk had driven me wild.   I was crazy for sex of
any kind, the wilder the better.  Whities cock lay implanted deep in my
throat and I could feel it begin to stiffen again so I slowly began to suck it
like my Master had taught me.  His firm swollen cock was like a sugar
lollypop to be tasted and enjoyed.  I licked his cockshead and began to suck
his tool deep into my throat--this time I sucked him like he were the only
cock in the world. When he shot his load this time crying out he had never
come like that before, not even in his wife and jumping up he said wanted to
fuck my ass next.  The card game was suddenly over than.  The boys had
been watching Whitie perform and they were hotter than hell.  Now the boys
wanted to get there nuts off, and throwing their cloths off they were all
naked and ready to gangbang.

Whitey wanted to be the first fuck so my Master suggested they positioned
me on the table so the boys could get sucked and fuck me at the same time.
Unfastening my chains they draped me over a table dangling my cock and
balls over the edge.  As I was repositioned the boys began to snicker as they
watched my balls sway with the weights, I felt nothing but lust and desire by
then.  All I could think of now was cock.  When my arms and legs were
again chained to the table they announced the gangbang was on.  I had been
positioned to suck and be fucked at the same time so Whitey and his brother
each took their positions. You could tell they were brothers by a strong
family resemblance in their bodies and the way they were hung.  Steve was
younger and slimmer with a fine covering of peach fuzz covering his hard
young body--he would look like Whitey in a few years.  Whities giant cock
penetrated my ass and as I opened my mouth in pain it was instantly filled
with Steve's cock.

 He held that enormous weapon of his and planted it deep into my throat.
Winking at his brother they started to pump and grind in unison.  The
gangbang had started and it was fuck time.  When the brothers had worked
themselves into a frenzy and shot there loads Bruce was waiting for his turn.
Bruce was a dream, completely naked very tall, slim, and had a long slender
cock that seemed to go on forever.  Sliding his cock between my lips he
began to face fuck me going deeper with each thrust until his cock began to
feel like part of my body-- Pumping in long slow strokes he delayed his
climax to prolong his excitement.  Finally plunging his cock into the very
depths of my throat he let out a passionate series of animated grunts and
screams and shot his load hot and deep.  The boys all laughed and cheered.
He had put on a great show.  Richard was the next to bat.  Now Richard was
the surprise of the group.  First he was white and they'd nicknamed him big
dick.

As he approached it was apparent why he'd gotten that name.  He had a
tough look about him and lots of blond hair scattered over his hard firm
body.  Taking his enormous cock in hand he placed it between my lips and
proceeded to advance until he'd forced me to ingest his whole tool right
down to his balls.  I had reached the point now that I had no trouble
accommodating their enormous tools.  In delight he began to fuck my face
and grabbing my ears he began to plunge his shaft deep forcing the air from
me and creating a suction that pulled his meat to the very debts of my body.
With a final thrust he buried his balls in my face and released his passions
deep inside me.  He was really a MAN!

The last of the boys to step up for service was Harry.  He was the most
adorable of them all.  Nude he looked like a little teddy bear.  He was
covered with soft brown hair and a sweet plump cock.  As he pushed his tool
in my mouth I was able to massage it all over with my tongue--delighted he
became so excited he came several times.  I sucked his little cock deep into
my mouth and gave him a throat massage. The boys delighted in watching
the show as well as getting off-each one of them trying to out perform the
other.  I had cocks up my ass, and down my throat until I no longer had any
sense of how many times I had been screwed--I was just afraid they would
stop.  Finally it was over and I lay spent and sore in a dreamlike state.  The
gangbang had lasted all night.  The boys were dressing and getting ready to
leave.  They were thanking my master and saying they would be back next
Saturday for another Gangbang.

I awoke Sunday morning in the arms of my Master.  I was still in my leather.
My master must have lifted me into bed with him; as I turned I felt his soft,
firm, furry body next to my naked skin.  It excited me and I held him tight, I
had found my fantasy.  Now every Saturday I would arrive to service my
master and when it was time for the gangbang I would assume my position
to service his guests.  As the evening progressed my boys were getting if off,
a loud pounding at the door startled us.  My Master jumped up explaining he
had ordered pizza for the treat tonight.  Opening the door a little he
acknowledged the deliveryman and reached to accept the order.  He told the
man to wait outside as he was naked and he would need to go get his money.
Leaving the door it began to swing open and this young man stood looking
in at a naked orgy of men fucking this white man chained to a bench.
Stammering and blushing he asked if he could watch.

By now the party was in full swing and every one was in a good mood so
they invited the Delivery Boy in and offered him a beer and a piece of pizza.
The boys boasted that they had there own sex slave to fuck and Saturday
night was gangbang night--than noticing he was getting a big hard-on they
offered him a fuck.  With no hesitation he stripped exposing a very young
tender body of an adolescent still in the growing state.  The one organ, his
cock had reached its full maturity.  He mounted me in a flash fumbling only
a second with his cock before pushing his well-developed muscle deep into
my ass.  The boys were all laughing as they all watched the young buck
pumped and humped and get his load off.  This was probably the first time
the boy had ever fucked a man's ass and he seemed to enjoy it.   The young
man wanted to get sucked and with out a pause he came around and began to
face fuck me shooting another load.  Dressing to leave the boy offered to pay
for the pizza, his treat he said-than he volunteered to deliver any time for
free if he could get more ass.

Tonight turned out to be a special night because later in the evening Master
brought out a special set of tit rings for me.  They were to symbolize his
ownership of his sex slave.  Whitey did the honors of piercing and installing
my rings and then the boys applauded.  Kneeling I kissed my Masters feet
and thanked him, surrendering my body to him.  My only desires now were
to gratifying his needs and to obey him.