Olly drove his battered old car down the A-road, music blaring through his speakers. At just 16, with his blond spiky hair and diminutive frame, he looked like a lost child. But Olly knew exactly where he was going.
As he pulled over at a particular lay-by, he noticed three large trucks parked nearby. Thickset men milled about, clad in Hi-Viz jackets, their powerful bodies an imposing sight.
Olly got out of his car, and immediately one of the men caught his eye. Butch, the driver of the nearest truck, was a beast of a man, with bulging muscles and a shaved head. As he stepped down from the cab, his crotch tented obviously in his tight orange trousers.
"Hey there, sweet thing," Butch called out, his voice a deep rumble. "Having some car trouble?"
Olly swallowed hard, feeling flustered but also intrigued. "Uh, yeah. I'm not sure what's wrong with it."
Butch ambled over, his heavy boots thumping on the tarmac. He circled behind Olly and ran a large, rough hand over the boy's pert bubble butt. Olly gasped and arched his back, pressing into the touch.
Two of Butch's fellow drivers had wandered over, eyeing the cute young stranger. Butch didn't seem to care that he had an audience. He spun Olly around and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, one hand still groping that plump ass.
Olly melted against the big man, moaning into the kiss. Butch tasted of smoke and beer and smelled of sweat and diesel. He plundered Olly's mouth with his thick tongue, and the boy found himself hardening in his skinny jeans.
The other truckers watched in silence, stroking their own bulges. Butch finally pulled back, both he and Olly panting.
"Come on, lad. We'll fix up your motor, later" Butch said, voice husky with lust. "First though, we'll take care of you."
In a daze, Olly let himself be led by the hand to the back of Butch's truck. The big man yanked open the rear doors to reveal a dimly lit space with a bedroll and some crates.
Before Olly could react, Butch had him pressed face-first against the truck, grinding that huge erection into the cleft of his ass. One hand slid around to palm Olly through his jeans.
"Fuck, just as I thought," Butch growled. "You're a little slut, aintcha? Gagging for a real man's cock."
Olly whimpered, his own cock throbbing almost painfully. "Yes! I need it! Please!"
The truckers cheered, working to free their own impressive manhood’s from the confines of their Hi-Viz. Olly found himself stripped bare and on his knees, face to crotch with three musky, leaking dicks.
"Open wide, boy," Butch commanded. He fisted his shaft and slapped it against Olly's face. "Show us what that tight little throat can do."
Eagerly Olly parted his lips and took the tip of Butch's cock inside. It was huge and hot, the skin silky over the thick hardness. He sucked and slurped noisily, drool running down his chin as he tried to take the massive thing deeper.
Butch grunted and fisted a hand in Olly's blond spiky hair, fucking his face with wet, slapping thrusts. The two other men took turns feeding Olly their cocks, using his mouth like a cheap fleshlight.
As one dick pumped down his gullet, another rubbed over his lips and cheeks, smearing them with pre-cum. The third man aimed his cock at Olly's face, hosing him with streams of piss.
Olly gurgled and sputtered, but he didn't pull away. If anything, the depraved act just made him harder, if that were possible. He drank down what he could, the sharp taste of piss mingling with the salt of pre-cum on his tongue.
Finally, Butch yanked him off by the hair. "Turn around, lad. Hands and knees."
Olly scrambled to obey, presenting his smooth, hairless hole. Butch gave it a few rough slaps before digging in his fingers and spreading the boy open.
"You're fucking drenched," Butch marvelled, feeling Olly's entrance clench around his digits. "You were made for this, a sloppy little cum dump for real men to use."
Olly started pushing back onto the thick fingers violating him. He knew it was true. He lived to be filled and fucked, to be treated like a filthy whore.
Butch worked him open until Olly was babbling and loose, then lined up his enormous cock. "Beg for it," he commanded.
"Please!" Olly wailed. "Fuck me, ruin my slutty hole! I need your big cock stretching me out! Use me like the desperate cumslut I am!"
With a roar, Butch slammed forward, spearing Olly on his shaft in one brutal thrust. The boy howled, back bowing at the sudden intrusion. Butch didn't slow down, just started pounding away, his heavy balls slapping against Olly's ass.
The other men grabbed Olly's ankles and held him open, putting his stretched hole on lewd display. They stroked themselves, groaning as they watched Butch ream Olly's guts.
It wasn't long before Butch snarled and shoved in deep, flooding Olly's insides with what felt like gallons of hot cum. Olly wailed and came untouched, his little cock spurting weakly into bed of the truck.
Butch pulled out and the next man took his place, shoving in and continuing the relentless pounding. Olly was fucked and filled again and again, the men using his holes like their own personal fucktoy.
Ropes of cum dripped from his gaping, twitching ass. Piss splashed over his face and hair as he sucked and slurped at the sloppy dicks, trying to catch every drop of their foul fluid.
By the time they were done, Olly was a wreck, covered in sweat, cum and piss. His mind was fuzzy, his body pleasantly aching all over. He'd never felt so thoroughly used and satisfied.
The truckers pulled him up and wiped him down with rough hands. "Thanks for the ride, boy," Butch said with a slap to Olly's cum-splattered cheek. "You're a natural slut."
Olly just smiled dopily, clutching at the big man's arm. "Anytime, sir. You're welcome to wreck my holes whenever you want."
As promised, one of the men had a look at Olly's car and got it fixed up. On legs that still felt like jelly, Olly staggered back to the driver's seat.
Butch pressed a scrap of paper into his hand - his phone number. "Keep that handy, kid. Next time you're out this way, give me a call. I'll make sure you get the thorough servicing you deserve."
Olly palmed the number to his chest, grinning like a fool. Butch looked at his car and easily fixed it, Olly got back into his car and sent Butch a quick text message so he would have his own number, Olly pulled out of the lay-by, already craving his next encounter with the muscled, cum-hungry truckers. He knew it wouldn't be long before he found a reason to break down on their route again.
After all, a slutty little thing like him needed to be used regularly, and he knew just the men to do it. Olly drove off into the night, a contented, well-fucked smile on his face.
It was about a week later when the urge to be used hit Olly again, the urge to be used by butch men…
It was late, far later than anyone ought to be out on their own. But Olly had a mission. He'd been trawling the gay hookup apps for hours, looking for the perfect specimen. Someone big, burly, and butch. A real man.
He'd finally found him - a strapping 6'2" lorry driver named Carl. Carl had responded to Olly's pleas for a good, hard dicking with a single photo - a close-up of his bulge, barely contained by a pair of tight jeans. Olly had nearly cum on the spot.
They'd arranged to meet at a secluded lay-by, a spot notorious for its late-night liaisons. Olly had arrived first, his heart pounding as he leaned against his battered old hatchback.
When the lorry finally pulled into view, Olly's mouth went dry. It was colossal, a behemoth of matt black metal. The driver's cab glinted in the moonlight. Olly could make out shadowy forms moving inside - and more than one.
A door hissed open and Carl lumbered down, all 6'2" and 200 pounds of him. Baseball cap, stubble, arms like tree trunks. He was divine.
"Evening," Carl rumbled, his voice a deep, sexy burr. "The name's Carl."
"Olly," he replied, barely above a whisper. "Pleased to meet you." His eyes flickered to the lorry, where several pairs of eyes peered out at him. "You...brought friends?"
Carl jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "My crew. We've been on the road all day. Weren't about to pass up a chance to drain our balls."
He stepped closer, till Olly could smell the musk of him, feel the heat radiating off his body. "You gonna be a good little slut for us?"
Olly's knees went weak. "Yes sir," he breathed. "Use me however you want."
A deep chuckle. "Oh we will, pretty boy. Oh we will."
Strong hands closed around Olly's biceps, pulling him into the lorry. He barely had time to squeak before he was shoved face-down over the seats. The scent of sweat and diesel filled his nostrils.
"Right lads, piece of arse," Carl growled. "Let's see what we're working with." Rough hands pawed at Olly, tugging down his jeans, revealing a yellow lace thong panty. His pale arse cheeks were bared to the hungry gazes of the truckers.
"Fuck, would you look at that," one of them grunted appreciatively. "Sweet little span of it. Can't wait to see it stretched around my cock."
"Lick him," Carl commanded. A moment later, a wet tongue swiped over Olly's twitching hole. He shuddered, a moan escaping him.
"Dirty fucking slut," Carl’s voice came from right by his ear. "You like that, don't you? Being manhandled by real men."
"Yes sir," Olly whimpered, pushing his hips back.
"Good boy." A finger probed his mouth, pushing past his lips. "Suck."
Olly obeyed instantly, his tongue swirling around the thick digit.
Another finger joined the first, then a third. They pumped in and out, slicking up his throat. "Getting him ready for the main event," Carl said with a filthy chuckle. "Gonna ruin this cunt."
Olly just moaned around the fingers fucking his face. He was hard as nails, his cock untouched between his legs.
"Mouth's wet enough. Get in him, Malc."
A moment later, the blunt head of a cock nuzzled at Olly's hole. It was huge, easily the thickest he'd ever had. He gasped as it pushed inside, his straining rim giving way to the relentless pressure.
"Fuck me," Malc grunted as he bottomed out. "Tight as a drum and hot as fuck."
Olly could only wail, his nails scrabbling at the seat beneath him. His cock bobbed and leaked, smearing sticky trails along the vinyl.
Malc set a brutal pace, his heavy balls smacking against Olly's arse with every thrust. It was intense, it was animalistic, it was everything Olly had ever wanted.
Before long, a second cock replaced the fingers in his mouth. "Suck me off, you little cock whore," a new voice said. "Gonna paint your face with jizz."
Olly suckled the thick meat, his throat bulging obscenely. His own cock jumped and twitched between his legs.
Malc picked up the pace, his hips a blur as he railed Olly's shuddering hole. "Gonna...fuck...cum soon," he grunted. "You want our load, slut? Want us to pump you full?"
"Please," Olly sobbed, trying to nod around the big dick deep in his throat. "Please fill me up. I need it. Need your cum."
Malc roared, slamming in one final time before holding Olly in place. Olly felt the first hot spurt paint his insides, and then the next, and the next. His eyes rolled back in his head at the bliss of it.
The cock in his mouth exploded next, his muffled scream vibrating around the shaft. Spunk flooded his mouth and he gulped it down greedily, drunk on the taste.
Dizzy and overstimulated, Olly barely noticed as he was flipped onto his back. A third cock - they all took their turn, pounding Olly into the seats, coating him in their jizz.
By the time they were done, Olly was a wreck, covered in sweat, cum and piss. His mind was fuzzy, his body pleasantly aching all over. He'd never felt so thoroughly used and satisfied.
The truckers pulled him up and wiped him down with rough hands. "Thanks for the ride, boy," Carl said with a slap to Olly's cum-splattered cheek. "You're a great fuck."
Olly just smiled dopily, clutching at the big man's arm. "Anytime, sir. You're welcome to wreck my hole whenever you want."
Carl gave Olly his telephone number "Keep that handy, kid. Next time you need a fucking good pounding, give me a call. I'll make sure we’re around."
Olly slid the number into his super tight low-rise jeans, grinning like a fool. He pulled out of the lay-by he was sated, at least for a while. As he drove home in his battered Ford Fiesta, he recalled the first time he was used by a dirty trucker, he was 13 when it happened.
Olly was riding his bicycle home from school when he had a puncture, he was at the side of the road. Olly found that his repair kit which he kept in the saddle bag was missing, he started to cry as it meant a long walk home pushing his useless bike.
A van pulled up behind him, the man got out and went over to Olly. “What up boy?”
“Puncture, and I still have 4 miles to get home” he said still crying.
“Hey, nothing is that bad, I can sort that for you, I’ve finished my shift anyways, where do you live boy?” Olly told him and the man grinned “Well then, I don’t live too far away from you, I can soon sort your bike out.”
“Thank you sir.” The man grinned at his politeness. The man bundled his bike into the back of his van and Olly got into his van next to him. The man lit a cigarette and offered Olly one who declined. Olly knew he was gay when he was 10, but so far had not done anything. He looked at the man properly and saw through his tight tee shirt that the man’s nipples looked odd. “Why do you nipples look odd?” he asked innocently.
He smiled at Olly and, I have the pierced, wanna look?” Olly nodded. As they were at a set of traffic lights, the man quickly took off his tee and showed Olly the huge thick rings through his nipples. “Do they hurt?”
“Nah, the feel very sexy, especially when a cutie such as you licks and bites them.” Olly looked at the man and smiled. The lights changed and they moved off; Olly couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s huge nipple rings. “Go on boy, play with them, you know you want to.”
Olly smiled at him again and decided that he would, he moved forwards and used one hand to play with the rings through his nipples. “Take it in your mouth and gently chew on my nipple, feels fucking great to me.” Olly did as he was told and gently took the nipple into his mouth and began working the nipple and the piercing using his mouth. “Fuck yeah” the man moaned as he drove along. “Now chew a bit harder, I like to feel a bit of pain boy.” Again Olly did as he was told and bit down, he was scared that he was going to hurt him but the only response he got was a moan.
After a while Olly sat back “did you enjoy that boy?”
“Good, we are nearly home, I’ll repair your bike later but first we can play a bit more.” Olly looked at him grinning broadly “You’d like that then?” Again Olly nodded with the biggest grin on his face.
“Come on boy” the man said getting out of the car. As soon as they got indoors the man got himself and Olly a beer.
“Don’t drink it too quickly boy, sup it slowly. By the way I’m Trevor.” Olly nodded.
“Well Olly, I am going to get out of these work clothes and get more comfortable. He disappeared and surprisingly Olly didn’t feel scared or worried, he was excited about what he thought might happen.
Trevor soon came back and he was naked “Wow” Olly exclaimed very surprised. “Your cock, it so big and what’s that through the end?”
“It is a piercing, it’s called a Prince Albert, the boys I fuck like it, they say it feels so good.” Trevor sat next to Olly and the drank their beer. “I think you should get naked now Olly, since I am.” Olly got up and took off his clothes. “Well, you’re nice and hard Olly.”
Olly grinned. “Can I suck you?”
I did as I was told and knelt down in front of Trevor. His cock was enormous, thick and long with the shiny metal ring running through the head. I'd never seen anything like it before.
"Well, go on then," Trevor said with a smirk. "Show me what you can do."
I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his heavy shaft, feeling the weight of it in my palm. Then I opened my mouth wide and took the head past my lips. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, musky and male. I could feel the cool metal of the Prince Albert against my teeth.
"Mmmm, good boy," Trevor groaned, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair. "That's it, take more of it."
I relaxed my jaw and pushed forward, taking inch after thick inch into my mouth and down my throat. This was my first time doing this, but I had practiced on bananas and carrots, determined to be good at it for him. Soon his entire length had slid down my gullet and I could feel his coarse pubic hair tickling my chin.
"Fuuuck!" Trevor gasped, his hips juddering. "I didn't think you'd be able to take it all, but your throat is swallowing every inch like a pro. Such a good little cock slut."
Happy that I was pleasing him, I began bobbing my head up and down, using my tongue to lap at the sensitive head and rub the metal ring. His pre-cum flooded my mouth, slick and salty. I gulped it down greedily, savouring it.
Trevor's hand tightened in my hair as he started fucking my face, his heavy balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. "Gonna cum soon," he grunted. "Swallow it all down like a good boy. Don't spill a drop."
I moaned around him, the vibrations making him throb in my mouth. Then he was coming with a stuttering cry, his cock pulsing as it pumped a huge load straight down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, feeling it filling my belly, not letting any escape.
When he finally pulled out, I was left gasping and dizzy, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his spit-shined cock. Trevor grinned down at me, looking very pleased.
"Fucking hell, Olly. That was incredible. You're a natural-born cocksucker."
I beamed up at him, feeling proud and giddy. "I practiced a lot. I wanted to be good for you, Trevor."
"Well, you sure exceeded my expectations. I think you've earned a reward." His eyes twinkled wickedly.
I quivered in anticipation, knowing exactly what reward he meant. "Please Trevor, I want it so bad. I want you to fuck me."
"I know you do, baby. And I'm gonna give this tight little ass exactly what it needs." He hauled me to my feet and bent me over the arm of the sofa. "Present your hole for me."
Face burning, I reached back and spread my cheeks apart, exposing my pink pucker. Trevor groaned at the sight.
"Fuck, I've never seen a prettier ass. I'm gonna wreck this hole, Olly. I'm gonna pound you so hard you'll be feeling it for days. You'll be ruined for anyone else after I'm done with you."
"Yes, please!" I begged shamelessly, too desperate to care how I sounded. "I'm yours, Trevor. Use me, ruin me. I just need your cock in me."
"Since you asked so nicely..." After eating me out, he used a load of lube to stretch me. He put the piercing into my ass letting it sit here in the entrance. Then with one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my virgin ass.
I screamed, back bowing, nails scrabbling at the sofa. It burned, it ached, it was too much. But then Trevor started moving, long, deep strokes that sent sparks exploding behind my eyelids. The pain gave way to pleasure, blinding and all-consuming.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Trevor panted, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fucking split you open on my cock. Milk me dry with this greedy hole."
I could only moan brokenly in response, completely lost to the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly filled and stretched. Trevor's heavy balls slapped against my taint with each brutal thrust. The obscene sound of skin on skin and my wanton cries filled the room.
"Touch yourself," Trevor commanded breathlessly. "I want to feel you cum on my cock like a good little slut."
I fumbled for my own aching erection, stroking it in time with Trevor's pistoning hips. It only took a few strokes before I was coming with a strangled shout, spending all over my fingers and the sofa. My walls clamped down rhythmically around Trevor's plunging cock.
"Fuck, that's it, cum for me Olly," Trevor growled, slamming into me harder. "Gonna fill this pussy up, mark you inside and out as mine."
He bottomed out one final time and held himself there, cock pulsing as he flooded my guts with his hot seed. I could feel it painting my insides, soothing the ache of the initial breach.
After a long moment, Trevor carefully withdrew, his softening cock slipping out of my tender hole with a gush of combined fluids. He pulled me up into his arms, cradling me against his sweat-slicked chest.
"There's my good boy," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my hair and face. "You took your first cock so well. Such a perfect little fuck doll for me."
I preened in his praise, feeling boneless and sated. My first time had been everything I had hoped for and more. Trevor was right - I was ruined for anyone else now. My body was his to use as he saw fit. And I couldn't wait for him to wreck me again and again…….
I arrived home and parked up and got our of my car “I wonder what happened to Trevor?” I said as I was opening the front door to get inside my bedsit.
I stripped, I intended to shower but ‘fuck it’ I crashed on the bed and was fast asleep in no time, dreams of hot sex in layby’s with truckers, on the heath with anyone with a cock large enough.
Needless to say I woke the next morning horny as hell, despite what my body had been through the night before.
I showered and got myself ready for college. I was going to wear trackie bottoms so I could slouch around, but something told me to wear a pair of my super tight jeans with a low rise, this pair were bright yellow, so I pulled on a lycra top in black to compliment and a pair of Nike TN’s in black, picked up my bag and set off for a probable boring day listening to professors drone on.
I went to my first of the day wishing I could get the fuck outta there, but reality hits and I need a decent job after all this. So I knuckled down.
By the time the day was at an end, I can say I was happy, happy to be outta there, I had a couple of essays to write, so I went to the library as I had decided to get at least one out of the way before doing anything else.
Satisfied with the one essay I got done, I made my way home. I walked rather than get the tube, which as it turns out was a good idea of mine, because when I turned into a fairly quiet street, I heard a large deep toot from a truck, I ignored it at first but it happened again, this time I looked round and I saw Butch across the road leaning out of his truck with a huge grin on his face. “Fancy seeing you here boy?”
I crossed the road and he opened his passenger door and I climbed up “fuck” I exclaimed when I saw him properly, he was naked and with a massive boner “do you always drive around like that?”
“Only when I am hoping to meet a filthy boy like you.” Butch pulled me closer, his strong arms enveloping me in his embrace as his lips crashed against mine. The musky scent of his armpits filled my nostrils, stoking the fires of my lust. I dove in, my tongue delving into the sweaty crevice, savouring his unique flavour. "Fucking filthy cunt," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
His large hands gripped my ass, kneading the firm globes before delivering a sharp smack that echoed through the cab of the truck. I yelped in pain and pleasure, my cock throbbing against the confines of my jeans. Butch's erection jutted out from between his legs, heavy and thick, the bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum.
"I need that tight hole of yours, boy," he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Get those pants off and present yourself to me."
I scrambled to obey, shimmying out of my jeans and briefs and turning to face him. Butch's eyes darkened with hunger as they roamed over my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. I reached back and spread my cheeks, revealing my twitching pink hole to him.
"Fucking beautiful," he purred, reaching out to circle my rim with a calloused finger. "I'm going to wreck this ass, boy. I'm going to pound into you until you're screaming my name and begging me to fill you with my cum."
I shuddered at his words, my hole clenching around nothing. I needed him inside me, needed to be stretched and filled and used like the dirty slut I was. "Please, Butch," I whimpered, rolling my hips back against his finger. "I need your cock."
Butch chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He lined himself up with my entrance, the thick head of his dick pushing insistently against my furled muscle. "Brace yourself, boy. I'm going to give you the fucking of a lifetime."
And then he was plunging into me, his massive cock spearing me open and forcing the air from my lungs. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my back bowing as I tried to adjust to his size. Butch gave me no time to accommodate him, setting a brutal pace that had the truck rocking on its wheels.
"Fucking... take... it," he grunted, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of his hips. "Take my fucking cock like the dirty cum slut you are."
I could only moan in response, my mind going blank as pleasure consumed me. Butch's cock was ruthless, pummelling my prostate with every thrust and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. I forgot about everything outside of the truck - the second essay, my walk home, the world beyond the cab. All that mattered was the feeling of Butch's cock and his huge piercing dick splitting me open and the knowledge that he was going to fill me with his seed.
"Hurts... so good," I babbled, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. "Gonna... cum... fuck, Butch, gonna cum on your cock!"
He snarled, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips hard enough to bruise. "Do it then, boy. Cum for me like the filthy whore you are. Milk my cock with that tight ass."
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, I came untouched, my cock pulsing as I spurted strings of pearly white onto the seat beneath us. Butch followed me over the edge a moment later, his cock twitching and throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside me.
We collapsed together in a sweaty, sated heap, our bodies still joined. Butch's softening cock slipped from my well-used hole, and I felt his cum begin to dribble out of me. I was thoroughly fucked out, my mind fuzzy and my body aching in all the best ways.
"Fuck, boy," Butch said, his voice rough from his exertions. "You are an amazing fuck.”
I smiled lazily, snuggling back against his broad chest. "Anytime, Butch. Anytime you need your dirty cum slut."
He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. "Good. Because I'm going to need you again real soon. My cock is never satisfied for long when it comes to your tight hole."
I shivered at his words, my well-used ass clenching at the thought of being filled again. I knew it wouldn't be long before Butch was ready for another round. And I would be there, eager and willing to take everything he had to give.
Because that's what dirty cum sluts like me did best. We took cock and cum and gave pleasure to our alphas, no matter how many times they needed us.
Butch drove me home to my bedsit, I was about to get out when I realised that I never told him where I live “hang on a sec, how so you know where I live Butch?”
“You are a fucking sexy boy, I wanted to learn more about you, so I did some research, I want to see more of you.”
“You’ve seen everything I have a couple of times Butch” I said grinning.
“Yeah and I fucking like what I see too.”
“Yes, I fucking do, nice bubble butt, almost hairless, cute, and likes filth as much as I do.” I blushed at his comments.
“As you seem to know where I live, you are welcome to come round any fucking time you like.”
“Good” he pulled me into a long deep kiss and then released me “I finish at seven this evening, expect me at about eight-ish tonight, and I intend staying over too.”
“Yes, I fucking am and do not question me boy, you know you want more of my musk, more of my seed, more of my cock.”
“Yes okay, of course I fucking do.” I got out and he tooted his horn and drove off. When I got to my room and automatically got naked and despite cumming earlier, my cock was steel hard and I was ready to be used once more. Then I realised that this is the first guy that I have seen a second time and tonight I’ll see him again. “Oh well” I said to the empty room, I ain’t gonna worry about it, he is fucking horny.”
Eight o’clock took a fucking age to come, but finally there was a knock on the door. I opened it with a huge grin and say how he was dressed “What the fuck!” I said shocked. “You look totally amazing, what are you wearing?”
“It’s a rubber one piece suit, do you like it?”
“It looks amazing, really shows off your body and muscles.” I stepped back and let him pass, I closed the door.
Butch wandered into the sitting room and sat down putting his helmet on the coffee table, he pulled me onto his lap. Butch pulled me into a kiss “glad you’re naked boy, I like looking at your cute, slim, hairless body. Butch caressed my all over, my cock was leaking pre-cum, just from being near to this hunk.
“You are so turned on aren’t you?”
“The couple of times we’ve been together, I always get hard and horny, I have never been like that with anyone before, I mean sex is sex but with you it seems different somehow.” I looked into Butch’ eyes, he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
Butch just sat and listened to me babble on. I have never felt this way before, about anyone. And here I was, telling him - that there was something special about our encounters. Something that went beyond mere physical attraction.
Butch smiled, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "I knew it," he purred, his hand sliding down to grasp my bare ass. "I knew you felt it. This connection between us."
I shivered at his touch, my cock jumping in excitement. God, the way he worshipped my body...it was intoxicating. Addicting. "Please," I whimpered, grinding my hips against his. "I need you. I need your cock inside me."
Butch growled, his grip on my ass tightening. "Oh, I know you do, baby boy. I can see how desperate you are for it." He stood up suddenly, lifting me easily in his strong arms. "Bedroom. Now."
I nodded frantically; the whole of my body was trembling with anticipation. Butch carried me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. He stood over me for a moment, drinking in the sight of my naked, needy body. Then he reached down and removed the codpiece of his rubber suit, freeing his massive, throbbing cock.
I moaned at the sight, my mouth watering. "Fuck, Butch...you're so big. So perfect."
He chuckled darkly. "You love my cock, don't you boy? Love how it stretches you out and fills you up."
"Yes," I gasped. "God yes. Please, give it to me. Use me. Ruin me for anyone else."
Butch grinned, fisting his erection and smacking it against my hole a few times, teasing me. "As you wish, slut. I'm going to fuck you so hard; you won't walk straight for a week."
And then he was pushing inside me, his thick shaft spearing me open and claiming me utterly. I cried out, back arching off the bed as he hilted himself deep. He felt so good, stretching me deliciously, hitting all the right spots.
"Fuck yes," Butch groaned, starting to move. "Take my cock, boy. Take it like you were made for it."
He set a brutal pace, pounding into me hard and fast. The bed creaked and shook with the force of his thrusts. I could only hold on for dear life, my legs wrapped around his waist, my nails raking down his rubber-clad back.
Sweat dripped down our bodies as we rutted together, lost in a haze of pleasure. Filthy words spilled from our lips, a litany of moans and gasps and growls. It was animalistic, primal...raw.
Butch angled his hips, finding that special spot inside me that made me see stars. I keened, clenching down hard around him. "There," I babbled. "Fuck, right there! Don't stop!"
He hammered into me relentlessly, his blue eyes boring into mine. "You're mine," he snarled. "This tight little ass belongs to me. Say it."
"Yours," I sobbed brokenly, my cock spurting dribbles of pre all over my stomach. "I'm yours, Butch."
Butch roared, slamming into me one last time before stilling. His cock jerked and throbbed as he came, flooding my insides with his hot seed. I could feel it painting my guts, marking me as his on the inside just as surely as his hands on my hips marked me on the outside.
I shuddered through the aftershocks; little mewls of bliss escaping me. Butch collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. We lay there for long moments, gasping for air, sweat cooling on our skin.
Finally, Butch rolled off me, his softening cock slipping out of my used hole with a wet squelch. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me, a sated, satisfied smile on his handsome face.
"That was incredible," he rumbled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair off my forehead. "You're incredible."
I blushed, grinning back up at him. "You're not so bad yourself, stud."
Butch laughed, leaning down to capture my lips in a slow, sweet kiss. I melted into his embrace, pouring all my newfound feelings into the press of our mouths.
When we finally parted, I gazed up at him, my heart in my eyes. "I meant what I said," I whispered. "About being yours."
His smile softened, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. "I want you all the time boy, each time we fuck I want it more, in fact all the fucking time."
I giggled, nuzzling into his touch. "I like the sound of that."
Butch just smirked, tugging me in close. "It has a certain ring to it," he agreed, his voice low and full of promise.
And there, in that moment, wrapped up in the strong arms of my rubber-clad, skinhead biker boy, I for the first time in my life – felt contented.
I woke first, I sat and looked at Butch, I don’t know what he was thinking about whilst he slept but he looked contented. My eyes wandered down his amazing body to his groin, his cock was hard, I knew I wanted it in my mouth and down into my throat. I looked up at his face and he was still asleep, I tenderly lifted his cock and took the large, pierced head into my mouth, neither of us had cleaned up after last night, so it tasted of sex, causing me to moan.
I took more and pushed feeling the huge piercing at the back of my throat. I pushed hard taking every long fat inch into my throat. At that moment Butch woke up. “Fuck boy, that feels so good. I hope you are thirsty, cause I need a wicked piss.” I pushed down and stayed there, I felt him start to piss, all of it sliding down my tight throat into my stomach.
When he finished he pulled me up to his face, he was grinning and pulled me into a long hot snog. “Nice way to wake me boy.”
“Pity this suit isn’t see through, I love looking at all your tattoos.” I said casually. “Have you got to go into work today?”
“Unfortunately yeah, be away for a couple of days.”
“You can always come with me you know, be good to have somebody to chat to.” My eyes lit up “wanna do that then?” I nodded eagerly and kissed him. “What about college?”
“Fuck college, you are more important to me than college.” Butch pulled me to him and snogged me deeply. “Come on then boy, get dressed and I’ll find you something to wear at the depot.
I quickly put some clothes on and we left my place, I got on his bike, he told me it was a Harley Davidson something or other. He had me hold him round the wait and we were off to the depot.
As soon as we got there I noticed all those hunky and dirty truckers, I moaned as I looked around, Butch took my hand and pulled me to him “eyes front boy, I’ve already told you that you are mine and if I ever allow to play with anyone else it will be when I say with who I say.”
“Yes sir” I said nodding.
“Good boy.” He took me into a small portacabin, strip off boy, and I’ll find you something to wear.” I stripped of my clothes and stood there naked and hard.
Butch soon came back and saw my cock was hard. “what already?”
“Can’t keep a good slut down.” He came over picked me up and kissed me.
“Being a slut is what bought you to me, so I am not complaining.” He dropped a pair of rigger boots, a filthy jockstrap and a pair of nylon shorts. “Get that on whilst I change and we can set off.”
I picked up the jockstrap, I could smell the piss, sweat and sum all over it, I pulled it on followed by the nylon shorts and rigger boots. “No top?” I asked when he came back wearing his well-fitting Hi-Viz.”
“No, you’ll be naked soon enough anyway.” I grinned and we headed to his truck and off to more adventures…..
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