Why You Should be Polite in One Raunchy Lesson

From: Brian E. Drake

Picture: Michael Kirwan

Published in: Inches, February 1996

You never know what a guy is packin'!

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Roy sure was one ugly little dude. Had a face that could knock a hole through a clock. And when he went to chew on my chest, he had to stand up on his toes.

But he had the biggest monster whang I've ever had both hands on. I practically grew up with Roy, and ever since we went away to college and got assigned to the same dorm room (and finally understood what our peters were for) we'd been helping each other out every way possible. By the time we'd been there a few months I had to admit I was pretty addicted to the guy. Hell, no matter how ugly someone is, you spend enough time pumping cum out of his giant dick and he's going to wind up looking good to you.

The first thing Roy did at college was try to grow a beard, which made him look even homelier and tickled like hell when he blew me. He only shaved it off because he got tired of washing my cum out of it.

But his dick--Jesus, what a slab of meat! Long as my forearm and thick as my wrist, knotty and gnarly with fat veins, a fist-hard head and a big, droopy foreskin that he liked to stretch and stuff things up inside. When he's hard, which is most of the time, his dick bumps his chest. When he shows off, he doesn't just lick the head like you see some of those "super-hung" guys do in the movies; he swallows three or four inches of that pole, and he doesn't have to stretch much to do it. If you manage to get that thing stuffed up your butt, Roy can ride you as sweet as any jockey ever rode Seabiscuit. You might think somebody hung like that wouldn't bother to learn how to make his buddy feel good, but Roy has a great personality. He always asks me how I want it, if I like this or that. And he's happy to suck my own respectable cock for hours.

In college I heard a lot of people make fun of Roy, joke about him behind his back. They joked about me too, I guess, since we roomed together and I was with him all the time. There was a pretty-boy junior on the football team, Todd McInerny. I'd caught him checking out my works in the shower more than once, but whenever I looked back he just soaped up to show off what he thought was the be-all and end-all of the dick world. He was always snotty around me, and with Roy he was a royal shit.

He and his buddies hung out in the Student Union, and when Roy and I came in they'd start grunting and snorting like pigs or something. Once I came in by myself and they threw a whole mess of paper bags at me. "What the hell?" I said.

"For your boyfriend," Todd hooted. "You better put at least two over his head when you're fuckin' him, Denny, in case one of 'em busts."

Well, I was glad Roy wasn't there to hear that. That's just mean. They never took it any further than ragging us, though. Guess they knew I'd beat the crap out of them if they tried anything, and Roy wasn't any waste in a fight either. But they kept up the nasty comments.

That ended one afternoon when Roy and I cut classes and headed out to the lake for some R&R. It was a beautiful day, one of the last hot days before autumn settled in wet and clammy, and we did it right with beer and sandwiches and the usual crunchy munchies. We found a secluded stretch of water at the bottom of a little bluff, where we shucked off our clothes and skinnied for a while.

Roy looks even funnier naked and wet than he did dressed. He's got one of those stringy bodies with the bones and veins all showing, but tough and strong as hell. And of course that humongous thing of his dangling between his skinny legs.

I myself am built good, if I do say so. Years of football and working my folks' farm made my arms good and thick, you can see my abs, the kind they call a six-pack, and my chest is deep with good cuts and really big nipples--Roy likes to gnaw on those babies, likes to work them up tight and hard. I've got a nice butt too. It has to be, if it's going to handle Roy's tool. As for the face, I may not be TV-star handsome, but folks tell me I'm not hard to look at.

After skinnying and splashing each other for a while, we climbed up on the rocks and laid in the sun. That naturally got us feeling horny, and our dicks started waggling around on their own, rolling back and forth as the blood filled them up. It was a lazy feeling, and we just sort of rubbed each other with our feet. Roy got my dick with his toes and shook it. I pushed at his floppy horse-balls and batted his pole 'til it stood straight up and marked noon on his belly.

He scooted over 'til he could get his hands on my ass. He treated it the way I did his dick: like it was something holy. He ran his fingertip down my crack circled my hairy hole, then poked it gently. After he watched it pucker and relax a couple times, he stuck his tongue out and dabbed at it, teasing like. Then he started nipping at my cheeks, pulling my skin with his teeth, making a trail of marks that started to glow red. Suddenly he dove in and rooted in me like a dog.

That always drives me wild. I was jacking his cock real slow, long, long strokes with both fists, clenching tight at the base so his big cock-head swelled up purple like it might bust and spurt blood. When he dove into my butt I stuck myself on his big dick and swallowed as much as lust and months of practice made possible. I forced my face closer and closer to his pale pubes. I felt the big head squeeze through the arch at the back of my mouth, and I kept working down 'til more and more of the shaft stretched my throat. I'd learned how to hold my breath a long time so I could really milk that fucker with my throat. I'd knead it, then pull up slow, finally giving the head a quick wash with my lips and tongue. Then I swooped back down, a little farther each time, 'til I had the better part of that thing inside me.

I wanted to get his dick good and slimy so he could pork me hard, and he was eating out my butt for the same results. He had a trick of pulling my cheeks wide apart as he slammed his long tongue down me, then squeezing them together as he pulled back so they pinched his face, that made me want to giggle and scream at the same time. I could feel his spit slurping around inside me and oozing onto my balls.

We were going at it, working up to when I'd beg him to climb on and fuck the living shit out of me, when I heard laughter and mutters from somewhere behind us. I jerked up off his cock so fast he went, "Huh!"

"Sshhh!" I looked up and saw the tops of two heads over the bluff. "Shit!" I said. "We got company." "Fuck 'em!" he said, and went right back to work on my hole.

Now I could hear words. Somebody was saying, "God, I wouldn't fuck that bow-wow with my dick."

"That farm boy ought to stick to sheep and chickens," the other one said. "They look better, even if they do stink."

This made me good and pissed. I recognized the first voice as Todd McInerny's. I don't know whether it was coincidence that he'd showed up at the lake the same day and place as we did, or if he followed us or what, but just to show that pussy what a real piece of meat looked like I got up on my haunches and grabbed my hard-on for a few jerks. Then I fisted Roy's and waved it in their direction.

I heard a muffled pair of gasps. I bent back over his dick again as I heard sneaky footsteps getting closer. Somebody whispered, "Jezus ..."

Then there was a crash, and suddenly pretty-boy Todd was sprawled out in front of us, his shirt all covered with mud and weeds from where he'd slid down.

"Well, what have we got here?" Roy peeked out from under my butt as calm as you please.

I grinned. "Looks like a muddy dog."

"Or a skunk," Roy said.

By this time Todd had struggled to his feet and was wiping the dirt off his front. "Hey, fuck you, queers!"

"Only if you ask us real nice," Roy said. We got to our feet and advanced on Todd. I think he got a little scared then, but he tried to bluff his way out of it.

"You faggots just keep your hands off me," he said. "My buddy's right behind me."

"I don't see anyone behind him; do you, Roy?"

Roy circled Todd. "Nope, nothing back here but a sweet little butt that looks ripe for a poke."

Todd whirled around. "Quit lookin' at my ass!"

"Ooh, yeah," I said. "Not a bad ass at that."

Todd whirled back on me.

"Oh, he tries to come off as a bad-ass. Struttin' around, showing off that pitiful little dick of his. You should see him in the showers, Roy, soaping it up slow and easy, getting it sort of hard so it looks like he's got a real handful."

Todd was bright red in the face. "Hey, I got nothing to be ashamed of."

"Nothing but your attitude," I said. "You been acting shitty as hell to us a long time, Todd. But now it looks like you're gonna get a little lesson in acting nice."

Roy grabbed Todd's arms from behind. Todd struggled, but not a lot. Roy bucked his hips, which made his hard rod bounce up between Todd's legs to bump his crotch.

"What's the matter, Todd?" I said in an innocent kind of voice. "You sure don't seem too upset with my friend's big hog bouncing on you. You see that bulge he's getting, Roy?"

Roy peeked around. "Why, that almost looks like something!"

I heard a noise at the top of the little bluff. "Whoa, sounds like your buddy stuck around after all. But I guess he's more interested in jacking off than helping your ass out of this predicament."

Todd yelled , "Frank! " But he didn't yell too loud, and it came out kind of breathless and couldn't have carried very far. "You go on and yell," Roy said. " I like it when my fuck-buddies squeal like pigs."

Todd looked worried for real now. "Hey, come on, guys. Let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone I saw you foolin' around."

Roy hooted. "Who the fuck cares what you tell anybody? Anyway, your friend sounds like he's expecting a show, and my dick is already drooling for your tight little hole."

Todd gasped "No, man I can't take anything that big."

I chuckled. "You'll take it, and you'll love it. But if you ask me real nice, I'll fuck you first, just to loosen you up for my buddy."

Todd struggled, but Roy and I held him tight between us.

"Come on," I urged.

"Fuck you!"

"Oh, that doesn't sound very nice to me, does it to you, Roy? Looks like you'll have to shove that thing up there dry. God knows what that'll do."

Roy butted his cock-head against the seat of Todd's pants. "Unzip him, Denny! I always wanted to see what would happen if I fucked somebody dry!"

Todd turned white. "Okay! Okay, damn it. Lousy fuckers. Denny, man, fuck me first."

I smiled. "How nice can you say that?"

"Please, man. Please fuck me." He was getting into it now. "Get me loose so I can take Roy's dick."

I pulled off his muddy shirt and opened up his jeans. They fell in a bunch around his sneakers. The head of his dick poked out the top of his shorts, fat, dark, with a big bubble of pre-cum in the piss-slit. I gave it a quick stroke or two while I pulled a rubber out of the paper bag we had the sandwiches in.

Roy spun Todd around and pushed him down. "You suck on my dick while Denny gets ready." He stuck his cock in Todd's face.

Todd put out his tongue and gave the purple head a tentative lick. "You can do better than that," Roy said. Todd pushed his tongue under that big flap of foreskin and ran it all the way around, then he got the whole head in his mouth and washed it good. When he pulled back, a dribble of spunk made a spider-web line between Roy's cock and his tongue.

"Sure, man, go down on my meat. I like it slow, and really clamp down on the way up."

Todd started working that dick like the pro I always knew he was. He gagged about every other stroke at first, but he didn't give up. You could see Roy's cock moving in Todd's throat, stretching it from the jaw to the Adam's apple. Roy started pushing Todd's head down slow but firm, and when he pulled back he waggled the head around in Todd's mouth. Then he'd pull all the way out and slap that boy's face with his meat.

It wasn't long before Todd was huffing and straining for more. Drool dripped out of his mouth around Roy's tool.

I wasn't wasting time just watching, either. I beat off a second to get nice and hard, then I spit in the rubber and rolled it over my dick-head. I stroked myself all the while I rolled it down, just to make sure I filled it proper. When I was ready I pushed one of my thumbs up Todd's sweet asshole. He went "Uh," and paused a second on Roy's dick, but Roy didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He shoved his dick back down Todd's throat and picked up speed.

Todd's ass was almost hairless, just a little fringe in his crack and around that tight button. I gave him a couple of swats to get his cheeks red and lively, then I squatted down behind him and aimed for glory. His hole fought back a second, then he opened up and I slid into the hot depth of him.

Fucking drives me nuts. I went crazy on his butt, slammed my dick in and out like an animal. It's the thrusting that gets me, and the feel of a guy's waist held tight in my big hands, and the way his cheeks jiggle when I bang him. I watched my cock pump in him, then I looked up and watched Roy's cock doing the same to his mouth. Roy grinned at me with that fevered look a guy fucking always gets. I leaned over Todd's back, grabbed Roy by the neck, and we kissed, wet and sloppy, sucking each other's tongues as far down our throats as we could get them.

"How's his ass, buddy?" Roy asked.

"Tight as hell. You're gonna love it, Roy."

"Oh, shit!"

Roy pulled out real quick, leaving Todd with his tongue hanging out like a dog. "You almost got my spunk, Todd," he said. "Here, suck on my soccer balls a minute while I catch my breath. Whoo." He stroked his big rod while Todd worked on his balls. "That feels real nice. You can use your teeth, man. You won't hurt those bad boys. Yeah, I'm just about ready for your pretty ass. Denny, get over here, let the guy suck you. He's damn good, even on my monster meat."

We switched places. I snapped the funky rubber off my dick and shoved into Todd's mouth. Roy had to stretch his rubber before he could even get it started over his shaft, but I kept Todd busy with my slimy dick down his throat. Todd reached up one hand and squeezed my nuts, jerked them down, and slapped them hard. Nobody'd ever done that to me before, and I loved it. "Oh, fuck, yes, you little shit! Beat my balls for me!"

Then Roy put his dick up against Todd's pulsing hole, and everything stopped. I pulled Todd's head in tight against me. Roy started his grand entrance. Todd squirmed, then jerked, then gave a muffled scream.

I patted his stuffed face. "Open up, Todd-baby, you only got a couple inches in there. Open it up, he's gonna give you every inch of his fat, hairy prick." I kept the chatter up and started pumping slow. "Yeah, there's another inch in you. You can do it! When Roy gets done with you, you're gonna know you been fucked by a man! There's another one. Do it, Roy, do it."

Little by little Roy pushed forward. Finally he was in to the root, and Todd's butt shivered like a mini-earthquake.

"You got me, man," Roy panted. "You like it? You like my big fuck-stick inside you?"

Todd swallowed a shuddery lungful of air, tucked his chin in, then exhaled. "Jezus! Jezus!" was all he could say. Roy nodded and gave a single, slow thrust. Todd moaned and planted his knees more firmly on the ground. "Jezus!" he said again.

"Boy, I'm gonna fuck you better than you ever had it."

And he started, slow at first, to give the poor guy a chance to get used to the giant pecker snaking up him. I worked his mouth at the same speed. Todd wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to me right then, but in a few seconds he seemed to come to, and he swooped down on my hard-on like a vacuum hose.

I threw my head back. "Oh, yeah, suck that meat, man! Do it! "

We were groaning and snuffling like the mad fuckers we were, but I heard somebody else going "uh-uh-uh!" up on top of the bluff. I twisted a little and looked up to see Todd's chicken-shit buddy, one of his generic blondie football friends, with his shorts around his ankles, one fist a blur at his crotch. While I watched he suddenly went "Whoo-hoo!" and spurted out a spray of cum. A single drop flew down and spattered on my pumping butt.

That did it for me. I hollered to Roy, "Fuck him, buddy. He's gonna get my load down his throat any second!"

"I'm with you, lover," he gasped.

I grabbed Todd's ears and gave him a face-fuck he wouldn't forget quick. Roy pounded his butt 'til you could hear it echo clear across the lake. Todd made funny whining sounds, and he beat his meat like there wouldn't ever be a chance to beat it again.

Then all of a sudden Roy let out this big, loud "Mama!" like he always does, and plunged his horse-cock in so deep Todd fell onto me. I saw Roy's stomach ripple as he shot his wad into that rubber inside Todd's ass. That sent Todd over the edge, and he sprayed himself and me with shot after shot of beautiful white cum, splattering us like spray from an ocean wave.

I grabbed Todd's hair, pulled his face up, and tore my meat out of his mouth just in time to hose him down with my own load of juice. I felt it spurt out with every muscle in my body. With each burst my balls jumped up tight around the hard shaft, heaving and straining to empty themselves all over that pretty-boy face.

After a last, almost painful spurt, I opened my eyes to see Todd blinking through a thick, drippy mess of my scum. Roy backed up, and his pecker slid out of that poor, raw hole. He tore the rubber off and shook his spunk out on Todd's behind. Then he rubbed it into Todd's skin, like a massage.

The three of us collapsed on the rocks. We laid there quiet a few minutes and tried to catch our breaths. Todd rolled over, grabbed hold of Roy's pecker, and stroked it lazily.

"Now, see?" Roy said. "That's what you get when you act polite to a guy."

"Uh-huh," Todd said. "I won't ever rag anybody again like I did you, Roy. Who knows what a guy's packing?"

"Yeah." Roy grinned.

I heard a noise and turned around to see the blondie football player working his way down the bluff. "Hey, guys!" he called. "I don't care what anybody says; that was fucking hot! Come on, I want to try it, okay? I never saw anything like that!"

Roy groaned, but I could see his dick was already rolling around on its own again, starting to throb as the blood poured back into it.

I chuckled. "Well," I said, "we might be able to help you out. If you ask us real nice."