BIG RED
It was early spring and I had taken the boat in for it's annual service. I had taken Tuesday off and was excited to go pick up the boat and drive it up to the lake. Excited because I really enjoyed being out on the lake and also I once again got to see Randy at Valley Marine. What a hunk! Randy was maybe 30 years old, perfect body; perfect face, perfect hair, perfect teeth, pretty blue eyes and a killer smile. He always looked so fucking good in his brown leather topsiders and a white polo shirt tucked neatly into his khaki shorts. The 3-button placket spread wide by his broad shoulders and hunky chest. His silky brown chest hair trying desperately to escape above the bottom button. This stud could sell me anything! I arrived at Valley Marine and my boat was already out front waiting for me. I was getting my checkbook out of the console when my door opened and there was Randy. "How's it going?" he asked. "She's all ready for you!"
He held the door open for me as I got out of my truck, then guided me in to the showroom and the service desk. I watched him as he got my paperwork ready...God he was pretty!
He gave me the total and I wrote out the check for the service. He looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and I felt my cock beginning to stir. "Let's go out and take a look at her" he said.
I followed behind him watching his sweet round ass as he walked. His tanned legs were strong and well muscled. I was semi-hard now. He told me all they had done to my boat and showed me a few things that might need to be looked at in the future but otherwise it was in great shape. He squatted down to look at something, his shorts splitting his balls in two, one large nut on each side of the seam of his shorts. Quite a nice view. I looked down into his shirt and saw a forest of his lovely brown fur. Man, I wanted to rip that shirt off him and just run my hands through the hair on his chest. I was hard now and there was no way to hide the bulge in my jeans. He was right there in front of my crotch...he had to see my horniness. "I thought I saw a possible crack but it was just a reflection" he said, rising to his feet. He reached out to shake my hand saying "Well, she's all yours...have fun!"
He stood by the boat as I backed my truck up to the trailer. He helped me hook it up and watched and waved as I drove the boat away. Damn...another year before I'd see him again. I just might have to go look at a new boat before then. That could be dangerous and expensive for me though. I had originally gone to his dealership set to buy a particular model boat. Randy ended up selling me something bigger and much more expensive than I had originally planned. Not that it was a bad decision...the boat was wonderful...but it did involve having to also buy a new truck to tow the extra weight. Oh well...off to the lake.
It wasn't a very warm day and there were only a few boats on the lake. I took 'him' out for a spin. Most people call their boats 'her' or 'she', I call mine 'him' and 'he' because when sitting behind the wheel and looking forward it looks like a huge pointed, powerful dick between my legs. Give it some throttle and it rises up off the water...definitely male! I cruised down to the far end of the lake and went ashore. There were great piles of large round boulders at this end of the lake. I had my favorite spot on a huge flat slab of rock just behind a massive pile of boulders. No one could see you from the lake here. I stripped down and laid out on the rock to work on my tan. Soon I started beating off fantasizing about Randy and his hot, tight ass and sexy chest.
My favorite fantasy of Randy was having him on his back, naked and tied to the four posts of my bed. He cried and pleaded with me that he was straight and not to do anything to him. I would softly stroke his hunky body, fondle his balls and run my fingers up and down his long, fat shaft and he would beg me to stop as his cock grew harder and harder. I would lean down and lick and suck his adorable nipples as he pleaded with me to stop. Then I would move down and begin licking his big, full, round balls and listen to him moan and squirm beneath my talented tongue. He would tug at the bonds holding him captive as I would start to lick up and down his thick, meaty cock. His moans would grow louder as I took his magnificent dick in my warm mouth. He would jolt as if shot with electricity as I swallowed his cock. He didn't want to enjoy it but he had no choice. Then I would stop sucking him and just lick the tip of his dick now and then. Suddenly he would begin begging me to suck him again. I would start to...then back away. He would beg again...soon pleading with me to suck his dick. He would lay there, begging...needing to be in my mouth as I stood at the side of the bed and stroked my cock till I came all over his hairy chest. He would soon be in tears, needing to feel my hand or mouth on his cock. He was needing to cum so badly. This beautiful straight man begging me to make him cum.
By this time I had cum twice. The sun was already drying the cum that was splashed all over my chest and belly. I walked down to the lake and went for a brief swim to wash away the drying mess. I returned to the rock and waited for the sun to dry me. I dressed and took the boat back to the other end of the lake and put him in his slip at the marina.
I was nearly back to town when I felt nature calling. Another mile and I really had to pee! There was really no place to stop on this road...two lanes, well trafficked, very narrow shoulders and not a tree for miles! I thought, hell, I'm almost to town, I could make it to the McDonald's a couple miles further. I slowed down as I came into town and crossed the railroad tracks. I turned onto the main street leading into this end of town. I had forgotten about the park here at the edge of town.
I use the term 'park' but it really wasn't much of one. It was a strip about 3 blocks long and half a block wide. Perfectly flat lawn with 3 spindly trees and a picnic table at one end and a sad looking low concrete block cube that housed the restrooms at the other end. The lawn, such as it was, was turning brown and cut incredibly short. I pulled over to the curb and parked. The only sign of civilization was on older black pickup truck parked at the far end of the park. I got out of my truck and headed across the dry grass towards the restrooms. I entered the Men's room. It was dark, lit only by a skylight in need of washing and a screened gap of maybe 18 inches that ran around the top of the gray, concrete block walls. It was indeed a shabby place, an old urinal, a sink that looked as if it hadn't seen water in years and a shorter concrete block wall that formed the single stall. Large rusty hinges showed that it had once had a door...but that was long gone. Everything was drab and gray. The only color was from a light blue shirt someone had tossed over the stall wall. I didn't think anything about it as I took care of business. Man, did I have to pee! It felt so good emptying the contents of my bladder. The sounds of my piss in the urinal echoed in the small, stark place. I pushed the handle of the urinal and was kind of surprised that it actually worked. I stepped back and was packing myself back in my jeans when I heard sounds coming from the stall. The sounds were familiar. A kind of light, rhythmic slapping sound then it occurred to me that the shirt hanging there over the wall looked clean. I buttoned myself up and quietly took a step back towards the door, then another. At the third step I could see the toes of a pair of black, thick soled work shoes. I took a step to the side moving towards the stall and saw a pair of dark blue pants pushed way down and resting on the tops of the shoes. From these pants rose a fucking vision!
He was seated on the toilet, wearing only a white ball cap on his head. His massive, tree trunk legs rose from the fabric puddle on the floor. His torso was naked, wide, well muscled and covered in short red hair. He was a big man! He was well tanned as if he worked outdoors and had an amazing chest which reminded me of those men you see in the old gladiator movies. The kind of men with big broad shoulders and those massive almost square pecs...mmmmm! His red haired arm was moving slowly up and down and I watched as he squeezed a small bottle of baby oil into his hand and slathered his incredible cock. He was stroking himself slowly, deliberately and sensually. His cock was huge, one of the biggest I'd ever seen. It was very long and very thick, with an enormous triangular shaped head. His cock was very pale in color compared to the rest of this giant, almost white and I could see thick blue veins beneath the oiled skin. He could have made the mold for those huge 10" rubber dildos you see in porn shops. His balls were large and floppy and hung well below his incredible meat. The sound I heard was his hand slapping against his shiny, oily balls on the down stroke. Now and then he would slide his hand down and wipe the slippery oil from his huge balls to re-coat his mammoth shaft.
I wanted an even better view so I went to slide a bit closer to the stall when my foot found a small rock or something which made a loud grating sound on the gray concrete floor. The giant's head snapped up. His fiery hazel eyes looking straight at me. He had a rugged, handsome, sexy face with a neatly trimmed red goatee.
"What the fuck are you looking at, faggot!" his deep voice boomed. I moved back to the urinal. I could feel my pulse racing and my heart pounding. I stood at the urinal trying to calm down, I had no idea what to do. Was this guy dangerous? There was virtually no one around to help if he decided to bash my brains in. Did I dare take another peek? I mean come on, the guy was sitting on a toilet in a public restroom, pants down, shirt off, no door on the stall and beating his immense oiled cock for anyone to see! Maybe he craved being watched. Or, maybe he just thought he was totally alone and hadn't expected to have company. Maybe he did this all the time. My mind was going a mile and a half a minute! Once again I could hear the sound of his massive hand slapping lightly at his balls.
I quietly stepped back towards the door and moved against the wall to venture another peek at this guy. My heart was pounding and my cock was forming a tent in my jeans. I slowly moved sideways until I could once again see his shoes...then legs...then cock.
"Hey faggot" the voice boomed. "What the fuck do you want?" he barked looking up at me as he continued stroking his amazing dick. "Is this what you want?" he asked, shaking his massive pillar of a cock towards me. I backed away once more. I could hear him laughing. "God damn queer!" he chuckled to himself.
I stood at the urinal and listened as the sounds of his masturbation continued...then stopped. I thought I'd sneak one last peek at this fiery beast before I got my ass out of there. I backed towards the door again and once against the wall I went to move closer to the stall when a deep, low gravelly voice asked "So, you want to play with my cock or what?"
He rose from the toilet seat and stood up towering above my 6 foot frame. He stood there in all his magnificent glory. His big, beefy hand still pulling on his monster dick.
"Go ahead..." he growled "Go ahead and touch it!" I moved closer to him...slowly. He dropped his hand and his huge, slick, shiny, oily cock jutted proudly from his dark red bush. I reached out, tentatively at first, then took hold of his massive tool. I couldn't believe how it felt. It was so big around. It felt like having two of my cocks in my hand. It felt hot to the touch. I slowly slid my hand up and down the thick, oily shaft, my fingers reaching only 3/4 the way around the mammoth thickness. He felt amazing. He grunted approval as my hand slid up and down his shaft and up over the massive head. I slid my hand back down the shaft and then wiped my fingers on his heavy balls collecting more oil and resumed stroking. "You like that, faggot?" he asked. I nodded, mesmerized by the meat in my hand. "Now, play with my balls, queer" he commanded. I dutifully gathered up the slippery orbs in my hand and fondled them gently. They felt wonderful in their smooth, oiled sack. I massaged them gently and squeezed them lightly, giving them a tug now and then.
"That's it...Yeah, fucker, that's it...oh, yeah...pull on my big ole balls!" I did as I was told. I then dropped to my knees to really examine and massage his massive nuts. He moaned rather loudly as I tugged and pulled and fondled his balls. He took his mighty dick in hand and began to stroke it once again. Every now and then he would shake and wag it towards my face, teasing me with it. I wanted to feel it in my mouth so fucking bad! I moved my face closer to his cock...it was a wonder to watch. He brushed the tip of his cock against my cheek as I continued working his bull balls. I admired his beautiful belly, tight, rippling with muscles and freckles and a narrow, red fur trail. I noticed his arms and legs were freckled also, the tan just concealed most of them, Damn, he was sexy.
I was admiring the dark red fur trail that led down to his thick bush when he guided his cock towards me. I licked my lips and opened my mouth to take him. He was gentle and slowly slid the head of his beast into my mouth. God he was big. I'd sucked thicker cocks but nothing as long as his. I could feel the baby oil on my lips and tongue. It felt kind of strange having this slimy cock in my mouth but it glided in and out so nicely. He pushed it inside me as I tugged at his big balls. His cock head hit the back of my throat and he growled a deep "Aaaaaah" as I sucked at his big meat. He pushed harder and I felt him start to move into my throat. He held the back of my head and I knew what was coming. He pushed hard as the immense cock slid deep into my throat. God he was huge! It was cutting off my air supply. He ground his big cock into me as I struggled for air. He then pulled from my throat as I gasped swallowing all the air I could as he slid it back down my throat. He held my head firmly but didn't hurt me as he guided his engorged tool in and out of my throat. "Fuck an A" was all I heard him utter as he raped my face. He continued thrusting his cock in and out of me for several minutes then very slowly pulled his cock free. I could feel every fraction of inch of his thick, veiny shaft as his cock slid from me.
I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath. He shoved his big, slick balls at my mouth and I took them inside, first one, then, with some difficulty, the second. I rolled them around on my tongue. I slurped up all his saggy ball sack till my lips were tight against the base of his mighty cock. He growled in approval. I pulled at his balls with my mouth as I sucked them. He took his hand and began stroking his cock once more. I looked up at him as he watched me, my mouth full of his balls. Damn, he was one sexy beast of a man. I released his balls from my mouth as they plopped free, swinging nicely as he jerked his long, thick cock.
I stood up and leaned towards him to lick his nipple. He put his hand to my chest to stop me. "What are you doing, queer?" he growled.
"I was just going to suck on your nipple...if you like?" I asked.
"Oh...I thought maybe you were going to try and kiss me! I don't kiss queers" he announced.
"That's fine" I said. I moved my head closer to his nipple with no further reaction from him. His chest was immense and incredibly firm and muscular. His muscles rippling beneath the tanned and furry, freckled skin as he stroked his cock. I licked as his nipple and flicked it with my tongue. He growled with approval. I took it in my mouth and sucked at it gently.
"Harder, faggot...suck it harder...yeah...that's it...yeah!" he pleaded. I sucked and nibbled lightly on his sweet nip. "Harder" he barked as I began chewing on his nip. I reached up and squeezed the other nip tightly. He gasped deeply, I saw that his eyes were closed and he was really enjoying this. I continued working his nips as hard as I dared. I didn't want to hurt him. I sucked at one then moved to the other as I continued my assault on his nipples.
He suddenly pushed me away and ordered me to sit. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me onto the toilet. He moved between my legs and slid his cock back in my mouth, pumping it in and out slowly. His cock slid down my throat fairly easily. His cock was so big it really didn't get rigid like some cocks do. He was hard but still somewhat pliable and bendable. I was amazed that I could swallow a dick of this size. I may be sore tomorrow, I thought. He continued thrusting in and out of me as I felt his hands pulling at my shirt. I raised my arms as he pulled it from me and tossed over the wall along with his. I was surprised when he reached down and teased my nipples with his huge fingers. He was so gentle and very sensual. I kept waiting for him to squeeze them hard as he had asked me to do. He just massaged them wonderfully as I sucked him. He slid his hands under my arm pits and lifted me off the toilet. I was now standing as he leaned down and sucked gently at my nipple, first one, then the other. His big, thick tongue felt wonderful on me. He continued sucking them as I explored his incredible massive body with my hands. His back was immense and strong and I could feel his thick muscles beneath the skin. He shoved me back down onto the toilet once again. He stood up and turned, his round and nearly white, freckled ass in front of my face. He slowly bent over, his massive hands spreading his ass cheeks exposing his tight, pink rosebud. He wagged his butt back and forth before me. I placed my hands over his and licked at his hot little hole.
I could feel his body tremble and he growled loudly, "Fuck yeah, man...eat my fuckin' ass, cocksucker!"
I was a little surprised at this turn of events. He started grinding his ass into my face as my tongue probed at his man hole. He was desperately trying to pull his cheeks even further apart as I explored his ass with my tongue. I pressed my tongue into his hole and I heard him gasp. He pushed his firm, pale ass hard against my probing tongue. I felt his man hole yield to me slightly as my tongue slipped deeper inside him. He was moaning softly like a deep throated purr. I darted my tongue in an out of his hot little hole. He was loving this and ground his butt down onto my tongue as best he could. His fingers slid down towards his hole in an effort to pry it open even further. I felt my tongue slide even deeper, tasting the pink lining of his most private parts. I pushed with my tongue as deep as I could, darting in and out quickly then slowing my pace, now slowly fucking his delicious man hole.
The massive red giant suddenly pulled himself off of my tongue, stood up, turned around pulled me up off the toilet. He worked at my belt buckle then slid my jeans down to the concrete floor. He shoved his massive hands into my briefs and slid them to the floor as my hard cock slapped up against my belly. He reached down and fondled my big balls then took my cock in his hand. He grabbed the bottle of baby oil and poured the thick, cool liquid up and down my shaft. He began beating my cock slowly, then faster. It felt so great. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure and just the right speed. It wouldn't be long till I was shooting cum all over this drab little restroom. He stopped and then oiled me again. He then turned around and bent over, offering me his beautiful, tight ass. I aimed my cock at his tiny pink, puckering hole. I pressed the head against his hole and pushed, my cock slid right in. He never made a sound.
"Fuck me, faggot! Come on, fuck me hard!" he barked. I pushed deep into him and started rocking my cock in and out of him. He reached back, placed his hands on my ass and pulled me deep into him. His hole was hot and tight, it felt so damn good. We got into a nice rhythm, in and out, in and out, till I was pulling free from his ass then sliding back in deep. He was moaning and I was getting hot. I was about ready to unload into this big red beast. He suddenly pulled off my cock, spun around, dropped to his knees and took my oily cock in his hand and started stroking me perfectly. It was only seconds till i knew I wasn't going to last much longer.
"I'm gonna cum!" I panted. He kept stroking at a perfect pace. I could feel my balls getting tighter and my cock getting even harder.
"That's it..." he cried, "Come on, faggot...you can do it!" "Cum all over me...NOW!" he hollered. I obeyed and felt the swelling in my cock as the hot fluid rushed up my shaft.
"I'm cumming" I squealed as he opened his mouth and I let fly. Great gushes of cum flew thought the air, landing on his chest, his face and some even on his tongue. He continued beating my cock, drops of cum landing all over him. I finally begged him to stop, the head of my cock was getting so sensitive. He finally slowed down and then released my still dripping dick.
He looked up at me, cum covering his face and cheek. He was so damned sexy. I reached down to wipe the cum from his cheek and he grabbed my hand.
"What now? Do you want your cum faggot?" he asked as he stood up. He placed his dripping cheek near my mouth and I lapped the cum from his face. He suddenly grasped my face in his hands and shoved his mighty tongue in my mouth. His tongue was so big and was greedily exploring my mouth. I was so caught off guard. I began to return the attention and sucked at his massive tongue. I could taste my cum on his tongue. He then pushed me back down on the toilet.
He oiled his massive shaft up once again and started stroking himself. I reached out and tugged at his big, beefy balls. I slid my free hand up over his belly toward his chest. I found his nipple and squeezed and massaged it. I watched his handsome face as his eyes began to close. His breathing quickened. He threw his head back and moved closer to me. His chest was heaving in and out and I watched as his beautiful hanging balls rose to the base of his mighty meat. He grunted and groaned and I knew he was close. He reached out and placed his huge hand on the back of my head. He pulled my face close to his cock. I was eye to eye with the beast and watched in fascination as his piss slit opened wide. His cock head seemed to swell to an even bigger proportion when the first volley struck me. His cum hit me between the eyes and then my cheek, then he pulled me onto his cock as several more spurts filled my mouth. He shoved his cock in deep and again it slid deep down my throat. He held me on his cock for what seemed like forever. It was hard to breath and I could feel my face flushed and tears were running down my cheeks. He pulled free and I sat there gasping for air. He took his big softening cock and slapped my face with it.
He reached to the floor and pulled his tangled pants up as he tucked his mammoth meat back inside and zipped up. He buckled his belt, grabbed his shirt from the wall and left. I used toilet tissue to clean myself up as best I could and dressed. I was leaving the restroom when I saw the black pickup, at the far end of the park, pull away from the curb and hurry down the street. I guess he'd gotten what he wanted. I know I had gotten much more than I had planned on.