Security Blues By Calguy
Here we go again folks. This is part 2 of Security Blues. If you like it, then let me know cuz I love getting e-mail. calguy19@hotmail.com, or find me on AOLS Instant Messanger as CalguyJC.
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Part 2. Intense supervision.
One of the few advantages of working security is the relative isolation and hours of time on your hands with nothing to do. I usually use this time to write in a coil notebook, often times my little stories I then look to publish. 2 days after my late night encounter I was sitting in my shack writing and enjoying a flashback to my night with the 19 year old Metallica fan. My dick remember all to well too, slowly creeping it's way down the leg of my pants. I began rubbing myself through the fabric as my cock thickened and lengthened. I closed my eyes in bliss, the images of his cute face bobbing up and down on my cock filling my thoughts.
A sudden pounding on my door brought me back to reality with a start and sent me flying about 5 feet in the air. I opened the door, revealing the angry face of one of my supervisors. Scott was about 25 years old, 3 years my senior, and hot as hell. He had intense Grey eyes, brown hair, and was about 5'11 and incredibly well built. I had included him in many a late-afternoon jackoff fantasy.
"Wakey Wakey" he said irritated. "Having a nice nap?" I realized with a start that he thought I had been asleep. I attempted to explain that I was awake, bit he wasn't interested in explanations. He began to tear a strip off of me. Then we simultaneously noticed my open notebook. The words "ass", "cock" and "cum" leaped up at me from the page. I tried to grab it, but he was a split-second faster. He read what I wrote, his eyes slowly widening. A few seconds later he closed the book.
"You're a fag, huh?" he said, matter of factly. "That's one way of phrasing it." "You could get in a lot of shit for what you wrote in here, especially if it's true." "Probably." I admitted coolly, as if I didn't care. "So what are we going to do about it?" "I don't know." "Come here." He took my outside and we stood in front of his patrol car parked in front of a trailer, blocking it from view of the street. "Turn around and drop your pants." He ordered. "WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" I replied, shocked and aroused at the same time. "Turn around and drop your pants. You like it up the ass, you're going to get more then you can handle." "If I don't?" "Then the office gets this." He said, holding up my notebook.
Well, I was caught between a rock and a hard place, so to speak. Although Scott was completely out of line, I was getting incredibly turned on by his aggressiveness." "Alright, alright. You win. Just let me get you some protection." "Fine" he said gruffly. I went back into the shack and grabbed another condom and my bottle of KY Liquid from my backpack." "You want me to lube you up?" I asked. I was worried he had no experience and wouldn't do it properly, causing me a great deal of pain. "No. You're not going to know what your getting until you're getting it." I gulped. His arrogance. Eluded to the distinct possibility that he was well hung. Maybe this wasn't going to be as enjoyable as it originally appeared. "Drop your pants and turn around." He ordered again. I did as I was told, turning while I unbuckled my pants then shoving my pants and boxers down. My cock was affected by my fear and hung at half mast. I bent over the car and braced myself against it as I heard the familiar sound of lube being applied to a cock. I tensed up as I heard the crunching of boots on gravel behind me.
Finally I felt Scott's hard, rough hands on my hips. Then it pressed against me. `My God it's going to split me open!' I thought when I felt Scott's massive cockhead nudge into my crack. Scott removed one of his hands from my hip, presumably to help guide his cock into me. All of a sudden my ass gave way and his head was in stretching me wide. It felt like I had a basketball wedged up my ass. I screamed. "Shut up and take it like a man." Scott ordered. I just whimpered as more and more of his anaconda-like cock slid into my stretching hole. My ass finally started to relax enough to accommodate his monster. Still he slid more in. Finally after what felt like an eternity I felt his hairy balls pressed against my ass. It felt like the head was somewhere in my stomach. "Jesus, how big is that thing?!" I gasped. "12 inches long, 7 thick."
Well no wonder it hurt. The girth alone was more then the length of most guys I had been with. I felt like I had been ripped open, the pain was so intense I was crying. Scott pulled back and my aching rectal muscles cried out with relief, then screamed as he slammed back in. He repeated this for several more strokes and gradually with each new thrust the pain was less. I began to find a way to enjoy myself. He was very clumsy and graceless, his fucking a simple in and out motion. He didn't really have any idea what he was doing. Either that ore he just didn't care. He grunted and groaned behind me, obviously enjoying himself. I contracted experimentally. He moaned loudly. What the hell.' I thought. May was well enjoy this.' I began to push back, meeting his thrust and finally starting to enjoy the sensation of his huge tool up my ass. "There we go. You like that don't you. You like my huge dick up your ass." "Yes." I gasped. "That's what I thought." He replied, speeding up and pistoning in and out of me rapidly. A few minutes later I felt his hand on my cock. "Your gonna shoot for me, aren't ya? I'm such a great fuck, best you've ever had. Your gonna fucking cum all over the place." "If you keep doing that I will." I groaned through gritted teeth. His rough hands stroked my dripping dick, combining with his wide dick hitting what felt like every nerve ending in my body and taking me to a high plateau of orgasmic bliss. I cried out in ecstasy as my cum boiled fourth, spraying Scott's hand and the fender of the patrol car. My entire body had contracted as jest of steaming cum flew, Scott's entire cock buried deep in my ass. After what felt like forever I finally stopped cumming. Panting heavily I relaxed. Scott's dick slipped quickly out of my ass and suddenly I felt empty. Scott grunted behind me and his hot cum splatter on my hairy ass and thighs. I stayed bent over the car, not sure what to do as his cum dripped down my crack and legs, and I didn't care.
Scott walked over to the drivers side of the car, and I got my first look at his still hard cock. It was every bit as huge as it had felt. Scott closed the door and then was behind me, cleaning me up with a towel. After he got most of his jizz cleaned up I stood. My body groaned. I looked at my watch. Nearly half an hour had passed since Scott had first shown up. My ass and legs were still sticky with his residue. "I have to go. I'm running behind. I'll see you again." He said, buckling up his pants. I didn't know if he meant he'd be back to fuck me again sometime. I didn't ask. I had a feeling I hadn't seen the last of Scott and his monster dick. I stood there with my pants around my ankles as he got in the car, turned it on and drove away. He left his lights off until he was on the road. I bent over and pulled on my clothes. I was buckling up when I noticed a object on the ground. I picked it up, it was my notebook. Walking somewhat funny I returned to my shack to write the experience down while it was still fresh in my mind, dick, and on the back of the lower half of my body.