Taking Stock

Two beers on the bar. Two stools almost touching. The playful leg action from the truck is renewed as we sip our Coors. I tell Franco to tell me all his troubles. (I can be very comforting when I want.) The bar is crowded, some familiar faces, no one I’m worried about seeing. I’m “out” at work anyway, so who cares who sees me here with this hot, hung, hunky guy? I see men going through the curtain of felt that hangs over the back room’s doorway. I ask Franco if he knows what’s back there.

“There are faggots back there fuckin’ each others assholes raw. You gotta be careful walkin’ in there, it’s so fuckin’ skanky. Wanna see?”

My heart skipped. Hell, I think it stopped for a few seconds! I first said no thank-you, but then my careless attitude took over, so I asked him if he wanted to show me something back there. Franco looked at me and smirked. It was cute, but a little nasty. His sly smile showed his thoughts. I had been conquered, I was his piece of meat. I represented authority. He was gonna take revenge on “The Man“.

He took me by the armpit and lifted me off the stool. We walked the few feet to the doorway, Franco in size 12 Timberlands, me on angels wings. Would the real Franco live up to the amazing fantasies I had conjured in my head? I would find out soon.

The back room was not exactly as I remembered. The vinyl was gone, and it was divided into cubicles about 6’ by 6’. Franco and I entered one of the rooms, and instantly a dick appeared in the gloryhole on the wall.

“Fuck off, shitface, I got me a bitch, don’t need your little worm stickin’ his eye at me!”

A giggle from beyond the wall, then silence. Franco took me up in his arms and put me down on the Aerobed in the corner. He was predictably strong, but surprisingly tender. I had steeled myself for anything, including rough stuff. Did I expect him to beat me up? Slap me around? I was getting none of that so far. He began to undress me. I guessed it wasn’t going to be just a quick blowjob and a silent ride home. I lay there naked in front of him. My blonde hair was tousled, falling into my eyes. In the dim light, Franco could probably just make out my pale, downy blonde chest hairs. I wondered if he would find my light body hair unattractive. Some big guys like their partners smooth, like a true bitch. He began to stroke my shoulders, caressing my chest, and reached down to take one tit, and then the other into his warm mouth. I shivered! He looked up at me and laughed softly. His clothing fell off his body like they were tissue paper. I don’t remember his head even leaving my chest, and miraculously he was naked and hovering over me.

His body was more awesome than I could have imagined. His dark, oily hair was mussed up, and the entire head was falling into ringlets. His eyes still had that sleepy look, like he was dreaming of me. Franco’s shoulders were broad, hairless and muscular (from lifting a lot of boxes). His chest had that curly, black hair I saw peeking over his shirt, and it continued down his abs to his belly button, which happens to be a gorgeous “outtie”. As he removed his pants, and then his white cotton briefs, I could see that I had underestimated his dimensions. He was easily 11 inches, the girth and dark color of his prick made it look like an Italian eggplant. The hair continued into a thick bush over his cock, and trailed off softly on either side onto his inner thighs. How I hungered for that mighty eggplant! He took a condom out of a bowl on the floor. So he was planning on fucking me.

Franco finally pulled my face firmly to his, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I could still feel the scars on his cheek as I held his face to mine, and wondered what bitch did such a violent thing to this incredibly passionate man. I felt something push against my groin. His huge cock was pressing between my legs, just under my sweaty balls. It slid into the warm spot between my legs smoothly. It seemed that he was not actually moving, but instead rocking me, with his large arms and well-developed pecs, back and forth underneath him. My legs were loose at either side of his torso, and as he put his wrists under my knees both legs flipped upward, and I found myself doubled over with his monster cock wedged firmly in my ass cheeks.

‘I’m gonna stick you now. It’s gonna hurt some, but if you wanna be my cunt tonight, you’ll have to deal wid’ it.”

His massive dick was as hard as a metal pipe. He was now rocking me harder, pushing my shoulders deep into the mattress, lifting me higher off the bed with each upstroke.
The red -hot tip of his poker was burning against my asshole, and I started to see little white flashes in the back of my eyes. I opened up a little, and Franco took advantage of it by pushing his dick half-way into my rectum. I screamed out in agony, which brought more giggles from the room next door. He stopped, and relaxed on top of me, with his cock partially buried in my body.

We didn’t remain still for long. It was actually me that started to rock forward again. Franco took the cue, understanding that the pain had subsided. He kept my legs tightly folded over my shoulders, and started to nuzzle my neck. I know hickies are for kids, but I was sure he was intent on giving me one. His prick inched forward into the soft interior of my rectum. My prostate was jumping for joy. Then I felt him retreat. His dick popped out of my asshole. He hadn’t gotten off! Did I disappoint him? Why was he stopping?

He stood up in the middle of the room, and pulled off the condom. I guessed we were going home now. It was nice while it lasted. Wham-Bam, thank you fag. He pulled me up, off the mattress and held me against his chest. My face was buried in the pommade-greased rings over his ears. He whispered in my ear.

“I want you to suck me off the rest of the way. How deep do you think you can take me?”

I’m not the best cock-sucker in the world. I’m mostly passive greek. But damn, if I wasn’t gonna give this blow-job everything I had! Franco’s body had a sheen, from the sweat that was forming over his entire body. His chest hairs were dripping, and his mound of pubic hair was matted down with perspiration. I was enraptured. He pushed down firmly on my shoulders, telling me that it was time to get to business. He was close to ejaculating, his cock was bulging. The veins on the shaft were swollen and red. The tip of his uncut cock dangled in front of my nose. He still had his hands on my shoulders and he started to push me around, on my knees, to face away from him. I didn’t understand until he grabbed my head and tilted it back. My throat was open in front of him, he was going to fuck my face.

Franco’s meaty dick went in a few inches, and I gagged. He stopped long enough for me to catch my breath, then continued to push into my throat. My jaw ached, his tool was fat and filled me completely. I kept taking it, inch after inch. I was surprised that I could do this- he was good! He knew when to stop, when to push. Finally, It rounded the bend at the back of my throat. if I still had tonsils, they would have been shoved down my throat. Gently, so I could continue breathing through my nose, he started to pull out, then pause, then push back in, more aggressively each time. I got the rhythm and it was getting easier. I started to jerk myself off. Unbelievably, his cock seemed to get larger in my mouth, as his cum came flowing up the shaft and shot right down to my belly.

“You are a filthy, son-of-a-bitch faggot cocksucker! You’re gonna goddam choke on my jizz tonight! I’m coooooooming!” 

We drove back to the store. Neither of us wanted to talk much, although Franco apologized for the remarks he made as his cum flowed deep into my throat in repeated waves of thick creamy orgasm. I knew it was part of the game we played that night, His disappointment and anger being relieved at my expense. I wanted to tell him I enjoyed the whole trip, that he could take his frustration out on me anytime. The store was dark when we got back, so we kissed in the flatbed of his pickup for a few minutes before I got back in my car. 

“I’ll see you in the stockroom tomorrow, man?’