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“What’s up, Hollywood?” Cody called to me, using the nickname he had teased me with back in high school when I was the only gay kid in school, obsessed with breaking into films one day. He was sitting on the back of his truck, shirtless and shoeless, looking hot as fuck with his muddy foot propped up on the tailgate, a beer in hand. As always, his scruffy, boyish face melted me. “Thought you was out in California,” Cody smiled, his drunken eyes appraising me.
It was a typical Saturday night in east Texas, with trucks circled around a bonfire on the muddy floodplain adjacent to the bayou. Tailgates were loaded with coolers of beer, and KSAM blasted on all the radios. Shirtless studs, sweaty and horny, flirted with bitches in Daisy Dukes and boots. I didn’t belong there. Those people weren’t my crowd. But there wasn’t much else to do in such a small town, especially if you were on the hunt for some dick.
“Thought you was gonna make it big in the movies,” Cody teased, tipping back his bottle of Coors.
“No—uh—I didn’t have much luck out there,” I acknowledged, embarrassed by my failure to get a single call back. In truth, the only thing I was good at in La La Land was bending over for cock at a gay club in West Hollywood. “I moved back home last month when my money ran out.”
“You livin’ with your parents again?” Cody asked pointedly.
“Yep.”
“Well, that fuckin’ sucks,” he laughed, taking another swig of beer as he stared briefly towards the bonfire before turning his attention back to me, his eyes seeming to feast upon me. Or was I just fooling myself again?
Cody and I hadn’t been what you’d call friends in high school, but we were in each other’s orbit thanks to our school theater program. He was always cast as the lead in the school musicals, having the requisite manly swagger and warm baritone for Curly in Oklahoma or Sky Masterson in Guys and Dolls. Though Cody was straight, always fucking some random girl, I often picked up on a vibe from him. Yet inevitably, I dismissed my suspicions as wishful thinking.
“What—what are you up to nowadays?” I tried to turn the discussion away from me. “Last I heard, you were doing AC repair with your dad.”
“Yup,” he nodded. “It’s not the most exciting work, but the pay is good. I bought a little house over on Dogwood last year, and Dad is gonna let me take over the business when he retires.”
“Wow, that’s awesome,” I replied, ashamed that Cody had matured into adulthood when I was still aimless. “You and Misty Parker still together? Think you two might get hitched one day?”
“Nah,” he laughed. “I dumped that bitch when I found out she was giving up her pussy to the assistant manager from the Walmart where she works. He knocked her up and had to leave his wife. It was a fuckin’ mess.”
“Damn,” I gasped. “I’m sorry that—”
“I gotta take a piss,” Cody cut me off, not interested in my sympathies. He climbed off the back of the truck and ambled toward the tree line where guys went to relieve their bladders after too many beers. “Well, ain’t you gonna come with me?” he turned back to look at me as he adjusted his junk with one hand, a devious smile on his face.
Was this really happening?
I followed a few steps behind Cody, not wanting to be obvious about what might happen—about what I wanted to happen. In truth, there was nothing unusual about two guys going into the tree line to take a piss together, aiming their stream at the same tree while strategizing over which bitch they each hoped to fuck that night. But if I played my cards right, I could be the bitch who Cody fucked that night.
He led us deep into the woods, far away from the crowd around the bonfire, finally stopping to unzip in front of a massive oak. Cody pulled out a big, floppy cock and, aiming at the tree trunk, released his stream—a golden arc glinting in the moonlight. He pissed like a racehorse, my eyes locked upon his magnificent dick, my mouth watering for it.
“Well, what you waiting for?” Cody taunted, turning towards me as his stream ceased, a golden drop hanging at the tip. “You gonna suck it for me or not?”
I dropped to my knees, taking his big dick into my mouth, that last drop of piss coating my tongue and tasting like warm beer. “Fuuuuck, I needed this,” Cody exhaled, his cock lengthening and hardening in my mouth, confirming the rumors about him—that Cody was hung like fuck.
As I took him to the balls, deep throating him all the way, Cody placed his meaty hands on the back of my head, his cock head abusing the upper reaches of my esophagus. I proceeded to suck him ravenously, eager to have his warm load in my belly, but Cody had other plans.
“Can I fuck you?” he extracted his cock from my throat. Suddenly, he was pulling me up off my knees as he spun me around and pushed me up against the oak tree, its bark still wet with his piss. “Can I shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I agreed readily. His hands were at my hips, yanking down my jeans to my ankles without bothering to undo them, the rough denim waistband scraping down my thighs. “Fuck me with that big cock,” I begged.
His thick fingers were suddenly in my hole, probing into me. “Have you already been fucked tonight?” he accused, extracting his fingers, slicked with cum. “Did some dude already breed you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I gave up my ass to a trucker at that Exxon out on the truck route on my way here tonight.”
“That’s fuckin’ hot,” Cody exclaimed, pressing his rounded cock head against the folds of my sloppy cunt. “I fuckin’ love a sloppy hole.”
And then he did it—shoved his big one into me with a violent thrust, a long-awaited desire brought to reality. His hands dug into my hips, pulling my body into him as he went balls deep in my warm fuck canal.
“Fuck, you’re hung,” I gasped, reveling in the fullness inside of me. Though I had enjoyed the trucker’s cock just one hour earlier, it was merely an appetizer compared to the big slab of meat that was presently using my ass.
“You like this big dick,” Cody asked, pounding inside of me. “You like this big dick in your sloppy cunt?”
“Yes,” I answered, his body slamming me into the tree trunk with each thrust, the bark scraping my face. “Your big cock feels so good inside of me.”
“I bet you didn’t get any cock as big as mine out in California,” he wagered, his cock head pounding at my inner-sphincter, driving me wild.
“No—you’re the biggest,” I confirmed, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“Everything’s bigger in Texas, baby,” he crowed, slapping my ass with his open palm, the smack echoing through the trees. “Yeah, open that cunt for me,” he drove deeper, adjusting his angle. “Show me how much you love this big dick up your ass.”
The sensation of his big dick working inside me, abusing my bowels, was overwhelming. He was pummeling me hard, jackhammering my cunt with a violent fury. My legs began to go numb, my body succumbing to the assault. My mind drifted, the only sound reaching into my brain was the rhythmic smack of his balls against my ass as he pounded me relentlessly.
“You want my cum?” he broke me from my trance, his cock a piston in my bowels. “You want me to dump my load in you?”
“Yes,” I begged, my nails digging into the tree bark. “Fucking seed my ass.”
“You’re about to get it,” Cody warned, pushing his forearm into my back, shoving his weight into me. “Fuck, dude—I’m so fucking close—OH FUCK—Here it comes, dude—YEAH—FUCK YEAH—SHIT—FUCK.”
I could feel every shot of cum as Cody unloaded inside of me, his body shaking uncontrollably as his warm load spewed into my depths. “Yeah, breed me,” I moaned, reveling in the warmth spreading inside of me as his seed inundated my guts.
When the throbbing in my void had ceased, his balls having reached empty, Cody pulled out of me abruptly. Instantly, his pearly load escaped my gaping hole, trailing down the back of my leg. Motionless, I listened as he stuffed his spent cock back into his jeans, my hands still gripping the tree trunk as he turned to leave.
“Ain’t you goin’ back to the bonfire with me?” he asked, zipping up his jeans.
“You go ahead,” I leaned my face against the cool bark of the tree. “I just need a few minutes to catch my breath. I’ll be fine out here.”
“Nonsense,” Cody refused, hiking up my jeans over my used ass, his cum squished between the denim and my skin. “You and I need to go by your parents’ place and pack up your shit.”
“Pack up my shit?” I questioned, finally turning to face Cody. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re moving in with me,” Cody smiled, his impish grin aglow in the moonlight.
“Cody, I can’t move in with you,” I began to protest. “I don’t have a job yet. I couldn’t pay you rent or—”
“I don’t want no rent,” he assured me, pulling me into him with his muscular arms as his lips found mine, tasting me. “All I want is you, Hollywood. You good with that?”
“Yeah,” I smiled bashfully, my heart leaping in my chest. “I’m good with that.”
“And no more truckers in gas stations,” he admonished playfully, taking me by the hand and pulling me back to the bonfire. “Unless I get to join in on the fun.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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