The Auctioneer
Chapter Two: Bidding on Desire
Featuring American auctioneer, Dan Dotson
Jake Harlan was a rugged, 45-year-old construction foreman from Riverside, California—tall at 6'2", broad-shouldered with a thick, muscular build from years of hard labor, salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, piercing blue eyes, and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow that gave him a gritty, no-nonsense look. His cock was a solid 8 inches, thick and veined, with a slight upward curve that made it hit just the right spots.
It had been months since that wild night when Jake had joined Dan and Laura Dotson for a heated threesome. He'd fucked Dan that night, pounding into him while Laura watched and joined in, the memory still burning hot in Jake's mind. Now, running into Dan alone at a local hardware store in Orange County felt like fate. Dan, the 62-year-old California native with his signature folksy charm, looked different—bulkier, like he'd been hitting the gym, his frame filling out his jeans and flannel shirt more than before. And there was that new goatee, trimming his familiar face with a salt-and-pepper edge that made him look even more rugged.
"Hey, Dan! Long time no see, partner," Jake called out with a grin, clapping the auctioneer on the shoulder.
Dan turned, his eyes lighting up in recognition.
"Well, I'll be damned—Jake Harlan! How the hell you been, buddy? Ain't seen you since… well, you know."
He winked, his voice carrying that classic auctioneer drawl, fast and folksy, like he was calling bids on a storage unit. Jake leaned in closer, lowering his voice.
"Yeah, that night with you and Laura was somethin' else. Damn, Dan, you look good—put on some muscle, huh? And that goatee… suits ya. Makes you look like you could handle even more action."
Dan chuckled, rubbing his chin.
"Aw, shucks, just tryin' to keep up with the young bucks. Laura's been naggin' me to hit the weights. What about you? Still swingin' that hammer?"
They chatted for a bit, but Jake could feel the spark. Dan was alone, no Laura in sight, and the way his eyes lingered on Jake's crotch told the story.
"Tell ya what," Jake said, stepping closer. "Why don't we grab a beer? Catch up proper. My place ain't far."
Dan hesitated for a second, glancing around, but that familiar hunger won out.
"Hell, why not? Lead the way, cowboy."
At Jake's modest ranch-style house, the beer quickly turned into something more. Clothes came off in a frenzy, revealing Dan's thicker build—his chest hairier, belly a bit softer but powerful—and Jake's hard, tanned body. They started on the couch, taking turns with oral. Jake dropped to his knees first, gripping Dan's thighs as he leaned in, inhaling the musky scent before wrapping his warm lips around the head of Dan's thick cock. He sucked slowly at first, tongue flicking the underside, tasting the salty pre-cum as he slid down inch by inch, hollowing his cheeks for a tight, wet suction that made Dan's shaft throb against his palate. Jake's hands roamed, cupping Dan's heavy balls, rolling them gently while he bobbed deeper, gagging slightly as the tip hit the back of his throat, saliva dripping down the veined length.
"Damn, boy, you suck like a champ," Dan muttered, his California twang thick with lust, fingers threading through Jake's hair. "Take it all, yeah, just like that—swirl that tongue, make it sloppy."
Jake hummed around the girth, vibrations sending shivers up Dan's spine, before pulling off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening head. Then it was Dan's turn. He pushed Jake back onto the cushions, kneeling between his legs, his goatee brushing against Jake's inner thighs as he nuzzled in. Dan's tongue darted out first, lapping at the base of Jake's 8-inch cock, tracing the thick veins upward before engulfing the curved head in his hot mouth. He sucked with enthusiastic vigor, his auctioneer's rhythm translating to a fast, relentless bob—cheeks puffing out, tongue pressing flat against the underside, slurping noisily as pre-cum coated his taste buds. Jake groaned, hips bucking involuntarily, feeling the scratch of Dan's goatee against his balls with every deep dive.
"Mmm, tasty as I remember—big and thick, fillin' my mouth just right," Dan said, popping off for a breath, his lips shiny and swollen, before diving back in, twisting his head for added friction, one hand stroking the base in sync.
They moved to the bedroom, stripping the rest and falling into a heated 69 on the bed. Jake on top, his 8-inch cock thrusting into Dan's eager mouth while Dan's dick filled Jake's throat. The air was thick with the sounds of wet sucking and muffled moans—Jake's tongue swirling around Dan's shaft, lips sealed tight as he deep-throated, feeling the pulse against his tonsils; Dan below, gagging on Jake's length, his nose buried in Jake's balls, inhaling deeply while his hands gripped Jake's ass cheeks, pulling him deeper. Saliva trailed down their chins and cracks, bodies slick and grinding, the immersive heat building as they devoured each other simultaneously, tongues probing slits, lips stretching around girths.
"Flip over, Jake," Dan finally growled, his voice rough and breathless. "I wanna fuck that tight ass."
Jake obliged, getting on all fours, ass presented. Dan slicked up with lube, rubbing his cockhead against Jake's puckered hole, teasing the rim before pushing in slow—the initial stretch burning deliciously as Dan's thickness breached him, inch by inch, filling Jake to the hilt with a deep, satisfying pressure. Dan groaned at the velvety grip, starting with shallow thrusts that built to a steady pound in doggystyle, his hips slapping against Jake's firm cheeks, balls swinging forward to tap against Jake's. The sensation was immersive: Jake feeling every ridge and vein dragging along his inner walls, prostate sparking with each angled hit.
"Fuck yeah, Dan… deeper, stretch me wide," Jake panted, pushing back to meet the thrusts.
Dan switched to missionary, folding Jake's legs back against his chest, exposing him fully. He plunged in again, the new angle allowing even deeper penetration, his cock curving up to rub Jake's sweet spot relentlessly. One hand wrapped around Jake's throbbing 8-incher, jacking it in slick, twisting strokes—thumb circling the head, spreading pre-cum—while his hips pistoned, the wet squelch of lube and flesh echoing. Jake's hole clenched rhythmically, milking Dan's shaft, the immersive fullness making his toes curl.
"Look at you takin' it, buddy. So damn tight, grippin' me like a vice," Dan rasped, sweat dripping from his brow onto Jake's chest.
Then side saddle, Dan spooning behind Jake, one leg hooked over for leverage. He re-entered smoothly, the sideways angle providing a new twist—his cock pressing against different walls, grinding deep while his hand stroked Jake's length faster, fingers teasing the sensitive frenulum. The position allowed Dan to nibble Jake's ear, whispering dirty encouragements as he thrust, feeling Jake's ass quiver around him.
But Jake wanted his turn.
"My go now," he said, pulling out and flipping Dan onto his elbows and knees. Dan arched his back, ass up, his bigger, muscled cheeks parting invitingly, hole twitching in anticipation.
Jake lubed his thick 8 inches generously, pressing the curved head against Dan's entrance, watching as it yielded—the rim stretching pink and taut around his girth, swallowing him inch by veined inch until his balls nestled against Dan's. He paused, savoring the hot, tight clasp, then began thrusting, eyes locked on the erotic sight: his slick shaft pulling out almost fully, the hole gaping slightly before he slammed back in, disappearing balls-deep into the auctioneer's furry ass. The view was hypnotic—the way Dan's cheeks jiggled with each impact, lube frothing at the edges, his cock gliding in and out with rhythmic precision, veins bulging against the gripping walls.
"Take that cock," Jake growled, slamming home harder, hands spreading Dan's cheeks for a better look.
Dan moaned loud, the intrusion filling him completely, prostate throbbing with every curved thrust.
"Oh yeah… fuck me good, stretch that hole wide."
Jake pounded harder in doggy, loving the immersive view—his hips slapping loudly against Dan's bigger, muscled cheeks, cock vanishing over and over in a blur of motion, the tight ring dragging along his length with delicious friction.
Then Dan rose up on his hands, pushing back hard onto Jake's dick, impaling himself deeper.
"Fuck that ass," he panted, voice husky and demanding. "Give it to me. Come on—ram it in, make me feel every inch."
"Yeah? You want it rough?" Jake gripped Dan's hips bruisingly, railing him with long, powerful strokes, the bed creaking under them.
"Hell yes! Pound it, Jake—deeper, harder!" Dan begged, his body rocking back to meet each thrust, the immersive pressure building to ecstasy.
They switched to side saddle, Jake behind Dan, leg hooked over, thrusting deep and angled. He reached around to stroke Dan's cock—fist pumping the thick shaft, thumb rubbing the slit—while plunging in, feeling Dan's inner walls pulse and clench, the sideways grind hitting new depths, lube-slick sounds filling the room.
Finally, Jake pulled out, his cock twitching.
"Wanna taste yourself on me while I finish?"
Dan nodded eagerly, getting on his knees. Jake jerked his slick 8-incher fast, aiming at Dan's open mouth. Dan latched onto the head, sucking hard and immersive—tongue flicking the slit, lips sealed tight around the crown, tasting the mix of lube and ass as Jake stroked the shaft furiously.
"Fuck… here it comes," Jake grunted, exploding—hot, thick ropes shooting into Dan's mouth, flooding over his tongue in salty bursts, while Dan milked the head greedily, swallowing every drop, his goatee sticky with residue.
Dan pulled off, grinning through his goatee, then jerked himself furiously with Jake's spent cock still brushing his lips, the tip teasing his mouth. Seconds later, Dan came hard, spurting across Jake's thigh in powerful jets.
Panting, they collapsed together.
"Damn, Dan," Jake said. "We gotta do this more often—without waitin' months."
Dan laughed, that auctioneer charm back.
"Sold! To the man with the big bid."
This narrative is entirely fictional and it does not reflect any known events or factual scenarios involving Dan Dotson or any persons.
