Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2024 03:00:57 -0500
From: Sleazy <sleazeandgrease@gmail.com>
Subject: Rex Dixon part 5

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Rex Dixon Part 5: Grocery Store Fuck


Rex Dixon was at the grocery store in the middle of the cereal aisle, one
hand on the shelf and the other one cupping his bulge. But not just
cupping, he was fully groping and fondling himself. The beefy redneck perv
was squeezing and working over his pouch slowly and sensually with his
large hand right there in the aisle, grunting as he did.


He was notorious for it. The redneck stud of a man was 6'5", wide as a barn
door, muscular as hell, and hung like a horse. He knew he was hot shit, and
he couldn't help but to show off and show himself some love. He was
constantly catching himself feeling his body up no matter where he was,
idly stroking his abs and pecs or tugging on his near 11 inches of cock or
his fat, hefty nutsack with a hand running over or shoved down his
pants. He had been even worse ever since he had started roiding and
pumping, somehow becoming even more self absorbed.


And today he was doing it in the town's grocery store, a small family owned
place he had been going to since he was a kid himself. He wore a bandana
wrapped around his head, a loose cutoff shirt that let his muscular arms
breathe, a pair of loose basketball shorts that really let his meat swing,
and a hefty cockring. He never wore underwear. It was light for the winter,
but he was going to be hopping right back in his truck and to the trailer
park, and it was outside keeping warm. He tended to keep it running when he
ran in places--everyone knew it was his truck, how he was built, and what
his personality was like. What were they gonna do, steal it?


His hand drifted back up to his waistband and his crotch began tenting, his
cock stiffening up in his shorts and starting to go from a resting bulge to
an obvious hard on. His eyes were half closed in a dopey pleasure as he
turned his head, opening them wider and pausing his self-administered
groping as he realized he wasn't the only pair of eyes gazing at his
crotch.


Down the aisle was a boy probably about his son Toby's age, but nowhere
near as rugged and mature looking as his son. Toby had just turned 18, and
he was tall, beefy, and starting to grow in some facial hair. This kid
looked to be about his age but was just about as opposite as he could be--a
feminine and petite little thing.


That made Rex's crotch flex, and that made the boy in the aisle cover his
face and dart his head away, quickly shuffling down the aisle and around
the corner with a swiftness. Rex cocked a grin, gripping his stiffening
cock through his shorts and slowly reaching a hand from the shelf to his
shelf of a chest, rubbing it in a circle. It wasn't often he got to see a
twink live in the wild, and he was about to have him some fun.


Rex left his cart where it was, turning on his heels and leaving the aisle
the opposite direction. His tented erection swung in front of him, his
hefty nuts shifting as he walked. Those basketball shorts might've been
loose around his thick legs but they left little to the imagination. His
cutoff shirt gripped tight to his broad and muscled body, his nipples
poking out through the cutoff of his sleeves as he turned his head to look
down the aisle.


He was walking at the same pace as the boy peeping at him, the poor thing
clearly flustered as he scuttled down the aisles. Rex's grin widened as he
saw him catch a glimpse of the redneck stud and speed up, recognizing from
his walk that he might have his own stiffy. Rex loved when people got
horned up off him, and even more when they were shy about it. Meant he got
to work it out.


The bodybuilder of a man followed his little admirer all the way to the
other end of the store, stopping in front of the bathrooms and looking
around the end of the aisle to watch as the boy walked up to a man in front
of a loaded cart, presumably his father. He looked about Rex's age, and Rex
thought he recognized him, but it was taking a moment to place him. It was
when the man turned to the boy and started talking that he finally realized
who it was.


"Where's the cereal, boy? Goddamnit, you know I'm in a hurry," he said in a
deep, gruff voice.


It was Jeremy Barnes, a guy Rex had went to high school with--before he had
dropped out at least. He had been a couple grades ahead of him but was
about the same age he was, given that Rex had failed a few grades before he
decided slinging pot and cock was a better use of his time. Seemed like
Jeremy had had a son around the same time Rex did.


The boy nervously shuffled, rubbing his arm as he looked down at the
ground. Moppy but not long hair shook as he timidly looked back up before
speaking.


"Sorry pa," he almost whispered. "I was gonna but there was someone-"


He cut his sentence off as he looked over, seeing Rex standing half way at
the end of the aisle with the same tented basketball shorts and lightly
sweaty stud build, cocky grin plastered on his face. The boy's eyes widened
and he swallowed as Rex shrugged his eyebrows and pawed at his crotch
again, almost laughing as he did. He didn't care at all to tease the boy.


"Someone what?! Spit it out, Chase!" Jeremy almost barked, his patience
clearly thin.


"Oh, I, uh," he stammered out, trying to look away but occasionally darting
his eyes over as Rex turned his head to the bathroom before motioning with
a flick of his head behind him, turning and walking towards it.


Rex didn't listen after that. He didn't need to. If the boy knew to follow
his cue and wanted to, he would. And if he didn't, he'd jerk one out before
he got home. Toby was spending the night with a friend anyways and he was
feeling like fucking some boyhole tonight, so he was getting it now or
never.


Rex walked into the bathroom, a single occupancy room with nothing but a
toilet, a sink, and a paper towel dispenser. It was easily smaller than the
one in his trailer home and about half as lit, even considering the blown
bulb back home. Before the door was even finished closing, the redneck
pervert flopped back on the toilet, fishing his junk out of his drawers and
leaning back against the tank waiting to see what would happen.


Rex sat there for a minute, slowly stroking his pierced fuckstick and
tweaking a nipple through the sleeve of his shirt. But right when he
thought he might have to go home, smoke a blunt, and stroke one out, he
heard a timid knock on the door. The redneck grinned from ear to ear,
quickly raising the rate of his cock stroking before letting go and
spreading his legs even wider.


"Come on in," he drawled before licking his lips in anticipation.


Slowly, the door creaked open into the tiny, dimly lit bathroom. Chase
stood there sheepishly, the door half open as Rex sat grinning, his
mountain of cock twitching between his legs. He curled his finger and
cocked his head up quickly, ushering the boy into the restroom.


Chase shuffled in, closing the door behind himself and swallowing hard as
his eyes darted all across Rex's large body. He was tall, buff, and hung
like a horse--it was a lot for a boy to take in.


"I knew you'd come," Rex cooed in a low growl, rubbing his hand down his
thick thigh. "Couldn't help but watch me, could ya?"


He was as cocky as could be, but he had plenty of reasons. He knew he was
sexy, and he knew plenty of girls and gay boys saw him and wanted a
piece. Chase was one of those, he was just being shy about what he
wanted. But Rex was gonna get it out of him.


"Uh-I..." stammered Chase, almost blushing as he shuffled on his feet. He
was avoiding eye contact with the stud laid out on the toilet in front of
him, but he couldn't help but dart his eyes.


Rex just grinned. He patted a broad leg with his hand before curling his
fingers towards Chase to beckon him forward. His basketball shorts were
dropped to the floor, his legs were spread wide, and that cock was
throbbing for attention. He'd always been a huge guy, but the pumping had
made his meat look even more foreboding.


"C'mon, kid. What, are ya scared?" Rex said before scoffing. "Virgin?"


As much as Rex liked the idea of deflowering someone, it never worked
out. Too big, too rough. And he wasn't the kind of big you could tease
in. If you couldn't handle dick, you couldn't handle Rex Dixon.


"N-no!" Chase popped out before looking away shyly again. "I've just never
done anything like this."


"Well I have," Rex briskly responded. "Ain't nothing to be scared of, I
know you wanna come get a handful of this." He reached down, grabbing his
shaft with a twisted wrist before shaking it, rolling his tongue out and
humping the air a little. Rex was a showoff first and foremost.


Chase did slowly make his way to Rex, apprehensively kneeling down and
looking up to the towering man before gulping. He was almost shaking, but
Rex figured it was anticipation and horniness more than anything. He knew
he was like a pitbull when he was ready to go.


"Feel it up," Rex simply commanded, licking his lips as he watched the shy
cocksucker put two small hands around his giant shaft. They barely wrapped
around, and it took both of them to hold his full length.


Chase started stroking and twisting on Rex's cock, and within a couple
seconds, he knew the boy was a regular.


"Aw shit, this ain't your first time pleasing a man, huh?" Rex said with a
knowing and excited grin. "What's your name, boy?"


"Uh, Chase," he said, eyes glued to Rex's hefty nuts as he cupped and felt
them with one hand while stroking Rex with the other.


That was when some memories started clicking for Rex. If this was Chase,
and his dad was Jeremy Barnes...


"Ah shit!" Rex said, his eyes brightening, mouth flashing to a wide
grin. "You're that Chase boy Toby told me about! My son's been fucking
you!"


Chase's eyes flicked through confusion, realization, fear, then
excitement. He stopped stroking for a second, but it was like when he
realized he was really getting it on with his fuckbuddy's dad, he got even
more excited and determined with his hand service of Rex's tool. That
excited the redneck stud. Meant he might be a real slut.


"Ohhh yeah, I know you," Rex said with a coy smile. "Toby's told me you
like it rough."


He licked his lips. "You like it rough, boy?"


Chase nodded energetically, his eyes locked to Rex's now. He really was
doing a good job giving Rex a handjob, building him up in all the right
ways. It helped that his hands were small and feminine, which only made Rex
look and feel that much bigger. Chase was small and feminine in general,
looking smooth, petite, and no taller than 5'0".


"Say, how old are you?" Rex asked, curiosity and maybe a little hopefulness
in his voice.


"16," Chase shot back breathlessly, his breathing almost unsteady as he
took in the sight in front of him.


Rex smirked. "Barely legal. Barely." Toby hadn't been when they first
started fooling around, but that was beside the point.


"How I stack up, then?" Rex said, widening his stance and lifting his huge
arms to put his hands behind his head, his six pack peeking out from his
shirt. "To my boy."


"You're even bigger," Chase said in hushed admiration, running his hand
down the length of Rex's cock to his balls, licking his lips, his pupils
almost dilating like a cat's.


Rex chuckled. "Damn right, kid." He cooed and curled his lip, flexing an
arm and staring at it. He was putting on a show for the runt, but he was
paying no mind to if he was watching or not. He knew he was.


Chase rubbed his face against Rex's cock, pressing his nose against it,
under it, and deep under his balls. There was the slut Toby described, the
one that couldn't get enough of a muscular body or its sweat. Rex grinned
and rubbed the boy's hair before grabbing it and pushing it into his nuts.


"Go ahead, lick in there, don't be shy," Rex said. "You know my son loves
it."


And after that, he wasn't. Chase got to licking, sucking, and making out
with every inch of skin he could on, around, and under Rex's cock and
balls. They were a little sweaty and sticky, but Chase didn't seem to mind
a bit. In fact, he had to tell the boy to slow down a bit when he thought
he was about to get a hickey on one of his fat nuts. Chase was trying to
fit the whole thing in his mouth, but that wasn't going to happen--one nut
was damn near the size of one the small boy's palms.


After a couple minutes of it, though, Rex was ready for his main course. He
pushed the boy back, stood up, picked Chase up off the floor, and damn near
shoved him into the rail over the toilet. Chase still had his pants on, so
Rex yanked them down. Freeballing, as even a guy as feminine as him should
be.


"Toby told me all about this pussy," Rex cooed in a sinister drawl, taking
a thick finger and shoving it right between Chase's surprisingly thick
cheeks and at his fuckhole. To his surprise and satisfaction, he felt
little resistance even without lube. He should've figured that if Toby was
shoving his giant hog in that he'd be pretty stretched out, but it was a
pleasant surprise for the perv.


"Ohhh, yeah, that's what I'm talking about, baby," Rex said as he jammed
another finger, then another in. Chase moaned before trying to stifle his
voice, but Rex didn't care. He was gonna fuck, and he was gonna fuck how he
wanted to. He didn't care who knew.


"Ohhh, fuck, Mr. Dixon," Chase moaned in a hushed voice. "I don't know if
you'll fit."


Rex sneered. "First, call me daddy. Second, I'm gonna make it fit."


Luckily for the both of them, Rex had no problem shoving all 11 inches of
redneck dong up the teenage twink. Rex didn't mind at all to be getting his
son's sloppy seconds. They shared fucks all the time, and it felt good in a
weird way to be the second one fucking someone for a change. Even with some
of the high school girls, Toby was used to his dad having fucked someone
back in the day or a few days before he did. Made Rex feel proud. But not
only was he getting seconds, he was getting seconds his boy really broke
in. That made his heart and cock throb.


"Fucking hell, boy!" Rex almost shouted as he got to really pounding the
bitch. That mini bottle of lube in his shorts always came in handy. "You
sure it's just Toby fuckin' you?"


"N-no Mr. Dix-"


Rex caught him with a small but firm slap to the cheek. It wasn't hard, but
it made him go from flushed to deeper pink. "Call me daddy."


Chase looked like he was about to cry but also like he was about to
cum. "No daddy, my uncle Mark too."


Rex moaned in a roar. "Oh shit, I know Mark," he said, never letting up his
strokes, each deep push making Chase gasp, grunt, or whine. "I should've
known, that nasty motherfucker," he said in a chuckle.


"How long your uncle Mark been fucking you, huh?" Rex said, leaning down
into Chase as the smaller boy desperately gripped the rail to brace the
redneck stud's backshots. "He's a big guy, ain't he?"


Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Chase froze, his eyes
widening in shock, but Rex didn't slow down a bit. Instead, he grinned. How
much hotter could it get?


"Uh! Occupi-fu-OCCUPIED!" Chase yelped, trying not to moan and grunt from
Rex's full bodied strokes in his ass.


"How long he been fucking, you, huh?" Rex leaned down whispering again,
almost antagonizing the twink. When he didn't answer, he pounded him twice
deep and hard, trying to make him squeal or moan.


"Chase! Hurry the fuck up!" came the voice of Jeremy through the door. He
had gotten impatient.


"Okay one minute!" Chase shouted desperately. "Three years!" he whisper
shouted back to Rex, letting out a small feminine moan as Rex burrowed in
all the way and grinded his hips.


"Hoooohhh fuck, you're shitting me," Rex said in a voice soaked in
lust. "No fucking wonder you're so loose."


And then, Rex did as Jeremy said. He started really pounding the shit of
Chase, forcing himself in past and out of his second hole over and over,
making every inch pull out and punch back in. At first, Chase tried his
hardest to fight the sounds he was making, but eventually he couldn't even
begin to stifle the groans and squeals as Rex brutalized his guts. For Rex,
it felt like soft, warm, silky heaven.


"Your uncle fuck you this good?" Rex cooed, leaning in again to Chase as he
thrusted his hips. He was building up a sweat, and he felt fucking good
about it.


"N-no daddy!" Chase whined, still trying to be hushed but unable to keep
his voice down.


"Make sure you tell him that," Rex growled before letting out a belted
bassy moan, first blasting half his load in Chase's ass before yanking his
cock out and spraying the other half all over Chase's perky ass, some of it
spraying onto the back of his shirt.


Rex let out a loud sigh of relief and stood back, shaking his cock over
Chase and chuckling when dribbles of cum splashed on his shirt and neck. He
slapped his oversized, engorged cock against Chase's cheek and smeared his
jizz around.


Then, of course, even in a rush, Rex had Chase clean his cock off. A quick
deepthroat with a little gagging and then a back to front tongue service
did the job enough for him to slide his basketball shorts back on as Chase
shakily tried to wipe himself off with paper towels. Rex walked towards the
door then turned to the short, petite little twink he just anally defiled.


"You like that?" Rex asked with a smile.


Chase nodded, his legs still shaky.


"Tell my boy we fucked and we'll share ya. Spend a night in my trailer with
us and see how we really get down."


Then, Rex opened the door and walked right on out. He brushed past Jeremy,
who looked at him in confusion before peering into the bathroom, but Rex
was already almost halfway to the doors by then. He left his cart right in
the aisle, hopped in his truck, and headed back home. His groceries could
wait another day.


-


Now I'm getting back in the flow! Getting back to a focus on Rex a bit with
this one before even more redneck shenanigans unfold! Hope you enjoyed and
anticipate more parts for this, Dad's Shed, and Hunter The Whore. Thanks
for reading!


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