That’s literally how it started. How I ended up the biggest cocksucker in all of Dayton County. Ok let me be a bit clearer.
I live in Dayton County in (REDACTED), it’s in the South. Lots of rednecks. Let’s put it that way. In a tiny town of like 3,700 people.
I live there with my father and two brothers. I’m the youngest of the three sons. The name is Beau. My elder brothers are Duke and Max. Our dad wasn’t very creative when it came to naming his offspring.
I’ve known I was different since I was young. I don’t remember how young but young. I just found myself uninterested in girls, even as my brothers and other boys suddenly found them being the center of their universe.
I was more interested in some of Duke’s friends, he’s my eldest brother and he always had a bunch of friends. One of his oldest friends, the guy he knew the longest, was Ray. He’s the epitome of a country boy. And he’s the guy I was enthralled with the most.
Everyone noticed that I tended to stick closest to Ray. They figured it was because Ray was the nicest of Duke’s friends to me. But it was because there was something about him that attracted me to him and I wanted to be close by.
So, things reached a head (that pun will be funny in a little bit) when I was seventeen. Ray was nineteen. And he had to get some things from a storage unit. Duke had broken his leg and couldn’t help (that in and of itself is a funny story) and Max was out with my dad. So Ray asked if I could help. I gladly accepted.
He drove, he has this awesome pickup truck, at least it’s awesome to me. And as he drove, we got to talking, mostly about nothing but occasionally Ray would drop something in there like his dislike for the prissy princesses that live around the area trying to act all bougie. They looked at guys like him like roadkill, turn up their noses like they smelled something bad.
I said that’s dumb. He smells great.
That left Ray confused for a second.
I fumbled over my words to fix my fuck up, “I meant that you’re better than how they picture you. You’re…. You’re not roadkill.” I muttered then got quiet.
“So. You got a girlfriend or something?” That question came out of nowhere. I was so busy listening to the country song on the radio that I almost didn’t hear it.
“What? Me? Come on. Look at me, man…”
“You don’t look bad, bro.” That bro made my cheeks burn. I mean he was right. I looked pretty good. I wasn’t as tall as my brothers but I was average, about five foot seven. I was compact while my brothers were built thick like jocks. I had tone but I wasn’t cut. I did do a lot of work around the house and worked out with my brothers. I didn’t have a six pack. But I had a toned stomach, sides, and decent biceps. I had messy dirty blonde hair and green eyes and full lips, all traits I inherited from my mother. All in all I didn’t look bad. But I wasn’t like my brothers. Tall. 6 foot 2 and 6 foot 6. I wasn’t built thick with strong full biceps, tree trunk thighs, etc. They looked like football players. I looked like a swimmer? Either way.
We arrived at the storage facility as the conversation continued.
“No. No girlfriend… No time… And I’m not… Really interested in girls anyway…” That last part I kind of whispered.
“Huh? What was that last part?” He started to climb out.
“I’m… I’m not interested in girls.” I repeated. Nervous. Shy. I climbed out and started walking to his unit.
“You gay or something?” That one made my face turn tomato red.
“Hm. Well. You ever see porn?”
“Yeah. Duke put one on once. He thought he was home alone and I caught him watching it.”
“What excited you more? The big tits or the dude’s dick?”
My voice almost caught in my throat. And he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey. No need to be scared. Just be honest.”
He grinned and out of my peripheral vision I saw him adjust his crotch.
“Dude… I’m straight…” He shrugged and walked alongside me, hand on my shoulder, as we reached his unit. As we walked up to the orange metal door, he added, “But if you start sucking my cock, I ain’t gonna stop you…”
It was then that I realized something I hadn’t noticed before… There was no one else around. Not in the back area of the storage facility where Ray’s unit was. It was just me and him.
He opened the unit and he stepped inside. He was grinning at me, a smirk that could charm the virginity off a nun, and grabbing his junk with both hands. He motioned to me to come in… I followed. Like a damn puppy. As soon as I was in he shut the door. There was a light in the unit, dim but we weren’t in pitch darkness.
He leaned back against the wall and motioned me over. He pointed to the floor in front of him… And I walked over…and got on my knees. It all just came naturally to me. Following wordless commands. He pet my head and pulled my face into the fat pulsing bulge in his pants.
I could feel it. I could feel the fat tube of manhood trapped in there, angrily throbbing. The scent of him hit me like a truck. Hot heady sweaty, it was hot this time of year which is why Ray was going shirtless. His masculine musk invaded my nostrils and I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I moaned like a bitch.
That made him excited. He rubbed my cheek tenderly and also ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me in while grinding that hot musky man scented throbbing bulge against my face.
“Like it? You moaned. It was cute. Moan more… Tell me you want it… Come on. Let me know you want this dick… ”
I was panting. Huffing up his scent. I couldn’t think. “I… I want it…”
He grinned wider. “What do you want?”
I was quiet for a second, “I… I want your dick…” I moaned when I said it. It just sounded so dirty.. But I loved it. “I want your dick… I want your dick.” I moaned it out again and again and licked the fat bulge.
He pushed my head back then unzipped. It took a bit of effort to wrestle the thing out of his zipper but it sprung forth from a bed of curly hair… It was perfect… Long and fat. It looked so heavy the thing had a bit of a droop to it like it couldn’t carry its own weight. It was uncut. “There you go, fag, it’s all yours…”
Normally I would have gotten angry if someone dropped that word around me. But that fucking panty dropping smirk on his face… Plus… I wanted it… I wanted that dick.. Hot and musky and sweaty and Oh god that raw raunchy male scent made me pant loudly and I crawled closer and ran my tongue up along the fat underbelly from the hairy base up to the tip. At the tip there was a fat glob of precum and I greedily lapped it up.
“Oh fuck.” He groaned above me and leaned back against the wall. His hand on the back of my neck pulling me in as he guided his cock into my hungry mouth… I moaned. He groaned and sighed in appreciation. My mouth was sloppy and slimy and messy. I was drooling a lot. Ok. Just… Couldn’t help it. His cock tasted… So fucking good… I took as much as I could on my first try. Then he hit my gag reflex and I had to pull back. He pulled me back in. “No…no no… Keep trying… You’ll get it, faggot. You’ll get it… Go slow, baby… I want that throat…”
Baby… That made me whine and moan and God damn it… It made me eager to please. I gripped his thighs for support and went to town. Bobbing my head. Drooling. Slurping. Making quite a bit of noise. His balls and crotch sloppy with spit and he panted and groaned above me. Every time I dove onto it, he pulled my head down. Trying to force his way past my gag reflex. His hips thrusting. Eager to meet my throat pussy.
“Uugh come on come on fuck fuck suck it suck it just like that suck that dick.” He rambled above me. Excited as I whored myself onto his dick.
I gagged and choked and whined and moaned and then I lost my balance. My head tilted just right and his cock slipped into my throat.
“Oh FUCK!” He cried out and held me there. Grinding his hips and mashing my face into his spit and sweat damp pubes. “Fuckfuckfuck!” He groaned. His grip on my head tightened and he shuddered above me. I could barely breathe. But I didn’t care… I did it… I took him down my throat. “Oh fuck oh baby oh you nasty faggot gonna cum gonna cum fuuuck!” He threw his head back and thrust into my throat several times, once twice thrice in slow gyrating deliberate movements then rapid fucked my throat in jackhammering thrusts. “Fuckfuckfuck cumming cumming cumming CUMMING!” He roared and sheathed himself in as the first shots flew out of him.
One two threw four thick rich full shots. Down the throat.
He pulled back. Five six seven. Three more shots. Smeared all over my tongue.
Eight nine and ten. Final ropes gushed weakly and dribbled out. All over my lips and face. His cock pulsing as it rested against my lips and I was treated to a thick hot mind melting miasma of his scent… I couldn’t get enough. Cum and sweat and man and testosterone and cock and all of it under my nose…
“Jesus.. Tap dancing… Christ…” He was breathing hard. Panting. Chest heaving. Cock throbbing weakly and slowly deflating. “That… Was the biggest load… I ever busted… Holy shit…” He smirked. That same damn smirk. Then he rubbed my cheek sweetly. “Thanks, baby… Come on… Let’s clean up and find what we came here for…”
We found it relatively quickly. It was sitting in a marked box right there. Ray opened the storage unit door… And there was Earl. The owner of the facility.
“Hey Ray.. Uh… I was walking by… Did you… Have a girl in here?”
“No. Just me and Beau. Why?”
“Heard… You getting your knob polished… So… Did Beau?”
Ray was quiet for a minute. “And what if he was?”
“…. I’ll give you free rent on the unit if you can get the little faggot to do me next…”
Earl wasn’t an ugly man. He was older. Mid 40s. Tall as my dad. He had a muscle gut build and was wearing overalls… They had a fat bulge in the front.
Ray peered over at me. That fucking smirk. Those pleading eyes…
“… Get in here…” I had to admit… I was kind of curious what Earl was packing… That bulge looked thick and juicy…
Ray walked into the unit… I followed. Earl walked in behind me…. Eyes locked onto my swaying hips and my ass hugged by my jeans.
As soon as we were in, the door slid shut behind us… Earl was already hard throbbing eager and ready.
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