Manny the Oaf

By Matt H

Published on Dec 9, 2022

Gay

This is a fiction story that features explicit behaviour between men. Consider donating to Nifty to encourage stories like these.

If you enjoy this tale drop me a line at mhejls@gmail.com

I take the bus to school, usually. I hate it. It takes forever and one of my mortal enemies, a guy named Jeff, sits at the back and manages to give me a hard time even when I'm ten rows away.

As I make my way to the bus stop, someone shouts "Hey!" to me from a parked car. I lean down to look through the open passenger side window and there's Manny, smoking a cigarette.

"Need a ride to school?" he says.

"Sure," I say, opening the door and getting in.

The car is a mess: fast food wrappers and empty plastic bottles everywhere. Smells like an ashtray. The word beater comes to mind.

As I look around, it occurs to me Manny hasn't even attempted to start the engine. When I look at him, he smirks a little half smile and says, "It won't be free," he says.

"I don't have any money," I say.

He shrugs. "You can pay me some other way, maybe."

He looks down at his crotch and then at me.

"Oh," I say, suddenly very turned on. My heart starts pounding. "Uh yeah, I guess we could figure something out."

"Cool," Manny says, starting the car. We drive off.

A few minutes later, he pulls into an empty parking lot behind what is clearly an abandoned building - boarded-up windows, broken panes of glass on the windows that haven't been boarded-up - and stops the car.

Without a word, he unzips his pants and pulls them down around his ankles, his erection pointing at the steering wheel.

"Get to work," he says.

I almost say gladly but don't. I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean over, grabbing his dick with one hand and holding it up in the air. I take a quick moment to appreciate the smell of his crotch and then wrap my lips around the head of his dick and go to work.

I play with his balls a lot this time, realizing I'd neglected to do so the first time I sucked his dick. He runs his hands through my hair and moans a lot. He says stuff like "You like sucking cock don't you?" and "You like my sack don't you?"

I do and I do.

Eventually he shoots his load in my mouth and I swallow it all up. I sit back up and he pulls his pants back up, and we ride the rest of the way in silence. He drops me off a block away from school because he, he says, he doesn't want people to see him with me, no further explanation given. I'm okay with this.

I spend the rest of the day thinking about Manny. Kind of a loser, not even really my type, but super hot somehow? I can see him getting a terrible factory job or doing construction, maybe. No future. Legitimately sounds dumb when he talks. But I don't mind swallowing his load.

I take the bus home after school, jerk off before I go to bed, and have a good night's sleep.

When I wake up in the morning and walk to the bus, Manny's car is there again. Again, he gives me a ride to school. Again, we stop on the way there so I can suck his dick in an empty parking lot. This pattern repeats itself for two weeks straight, with me getting a mouthful of Manny's jizz every day.

After the tenth blow job, on a Friday, Manny tells me I should come over and hang out that night. His parents are out of town. I say sure.

I tell my parents exactly what's happening: I'm hanging out with my friend Manny at his house. I take the bus to Manny's side of town and when I knock on his front door he does what I can only assume is a completely unnecessary visual sweep of the neighborhood before he lets me in.

He's wearing what I consider his uniform: a black band f-shirt and jeans. He goes into the kitchen and takes two beers out of the fridge and hands me one. "I thought we'd play cards," he says, motioning toward the kitchen table, where a deck of cards sits next to an ashtray.

I take a sip of my beer and say "Sure."

After we've sat down, Manny says, "But instead of playing for money..."

"I get the drill," I say, nodding at his dick. .

"No, no," he says. "this is different."

I raise my eyebrows, a bit surprised that he wouldn't want me to blow him. And then I realize what he's about to say right before he says it.

"If you lose, you have to give it up."

There's no need to elaborate, I know it means your ass.

I nod, "Okay, I guess." Sure, my dick is immediately rock hard at the idea but I don't mention it. Or that I fantasize about Manny fucking me all the time. His dick in my ass! It was finally going to happen!

We play poker, which I have no idea how to play, and really it doesn't seem like Manny does either. He keeps saying "give it up" as we play as though it's some kind of threat, as if it's not a foregone conclusion or something we both want.

Eventually I lose. No surprise. Manny pulls his pants down and says, "Make it nice and hard." His dick is already hard but I don't point that out and start sucking him.

After a bit of sucking I can feel Manny tugging at my shirt and I take his dick out of my mouth long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head.

"Take your pants off," he says.

I do as I'm told and suddenly Manny is turning me around and bending me over the pool table.

I can hear him fumbling to remove his own clothes and desperately want to see and feel him with his shirt off but all I can see is a shelf with garden tools next to the garage door.

He wastes no time. There's no fingering or slow teasing or ass licking preceding the event - there's just Manny's cock suddenly and abruptly being jammed into my asshole.

It hurts so badly that I almost can't believe the pain. It's a pain I've never felt before and my whole body kind of just wants to get away. There's nowhere to go, though, and I kind of yelp in agony as Manny pushes his dick inside me.

"You like that, baby," Manny says.

I don't but I don't say anything. It hurts so much. I reach back and put a hand on his hip in an attempt to slow him down but he doesn't and soon he's all the way inside me.

Then he starts pulling back - a new kind of pain. I mean I'd stuck my own fingers in my ass before. I'd stuck all kinds of things - the handle of a screwdriver, the handle of a broom - into my ass but it'd never hurt like this.

"You love it don't you," Manny says. "You love that big dick."

I really don't at the moment. I stare at the garden tools and wonder why I wanted this in the first place.

Manny starts pounding me. I yelp in pain until...something weird happens. It sort of stops hurting. There's still an immense pressure in my ass but...it starts feeling kind of cool? Like I'm suddenly able to focus on the feeling of a dick moving in and out of me without the agonizing pain. And I start getting really into it.

"Oh yeah Manny," I say, and he stops moving his hips because I'm just pounding my ass against his cock at this point. "I love that big dick."

"Whoa!" he says at my enthusiasm.

He pulls me off the pool table and pushes me to the ground, me on all fours, and starts fucking me doggy style.

"You like getting fucked baby?" he says.

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"I love getting fucked by you, Manny," I say. "I love it so much."

This does something and suddenly Manny says "Whoops" and stops moving. I can tell by the sound that he's coming in my ass.

After he's done he gets up and wordlessly starts putting his clothes on. I'm still on all fours when I hear the door to the house shut and realize I'm alone in the garage.

I lay back on the ground and finish myself off and then wonder what time the next bus comes to Manny's neighborhood.

Next: Chapter 3


Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive
Nifty

© 1992, 2024 Nifty Archive. All rights reserved

The Archive

About NiftyLinks❤️Donate