Words He'd Never Say

From: Randy Archibald

Picture: Richard Taddei

Published in: Inches, December 1996

Virgin stud gets the itch

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"Eyer-rish," Skinny Man, tall and kind of ugly--flak jacket, and jeans too tight but the hugest-ever crotch bulge--says. At least that's what Luis Rambo hears. Luis pulls nozzle from pump to gas 4by4 and feels cold of steel surge through his gloves. Can't believe Skinny Man uses bare hands--must almost stick to skin--to gas his RV. Can't believe the guy's jeans so taut around his skinny ass and cock-bulge so big he must be packing cannon. Gas station clings to edge of town in fierce freezing wind. Storm lasted hard nearly through morning. But now the sun--behind drifting snow--is out, and Luis wants to use lull to try to make it fifty miles home. Doesn't want to spend another night in Iowa farm town's rickety hotel hearing stranded asshole truckers through thin walls arguing football and bragging pussy.

A full tank of gas for the 4by4 is the first thing the hotel clerk puts on Luis's Survival list for driving in Iowa snow--then: two boxes of candy bars, flashlights, flares, two bags of sand to weigh down the 4by4 and use for traction if he gets stuck, bottled water, shiny new steel--not aluminum for this heavy snow--shovel, and down sleeping bag. Insulated boots, sheepskin coat, and thermal long-johns pulled on under jeans. Luis adds a box of condoms to the list. Just in case.

Wondering about Skinny Man's dick stiffens Luis's dick. Too cold for full boner. Much as he hates the cold, Luis likes the feel of thermals pulling back on his foreskin as his dick pushes down the inside of his chiseled thigh. He watched Skinny Man--four inches taller than Luis, probably a few years older, maybe thirty-two, sunken cheeks, large nose, broad forehead under insulated camouflage hunting cap--no good to fuck, but sexy in a weird way, intriguing but a little goofy somehow. Like--what did his boss say--a clod-hopper? Said it meant farmer. Anyone that tall must have a hefty tool.

"Eyer-rish," Skinny Man says again. Shrugs his shoulders and shivers.

"Yeah," Luis says and tries to figure what Skinny Man means and looks away from his fat crotch. Luis sticks cold steel of nozzle into pump and goes in to pay. Stocky, bearded clerk in jeans and flannel shirt stares at Luis's crotch. "That be all?" the gruff clerk asks frowning.

Luis says, "Yeah." Feels his half-stiff dick--too cold for full hard-on--straining thick against tight faded denim. Turns him on to know clerk notices, even if he seems to disapprove. Be fun to show his dick to the clerk-and to the truckers hanging around the store. Maybe ask to use restroom behind counter and leave door open. Knows better around--what did boss call them--Iowa rednecks? Luis goes out and starts 4by4 and pretends to warm it up and waits for Skinny Man. Skinny Man comes out, gets into his silvery RV, pulls onto county road, and heads off in Luis's direction.

Luis pulls onto the county road. Road department has plowed but not sanded, so it's slick. Luis has to use low gears all the way. At this rate, it'll take hours to get the fifty miles. He can't keep his hand off his dick, pushing down his leg and straining under the thermals. Feels his proud monster meat rub his powerful leg. Pre-cum sticks to his thigh. He puts hand inside his shirt to feel the hefty muscles of his competition-trained chest. Tweaks a nipple and his dick jumps. No one can see if he whips it out and pulls off, but knows he should keep both hands on the wheel. The road's that slick.

He gets to steel span bridge over the Cedar River. Road department has plowed a space beside bridge--probably to turn their equipment around. Luis pulls over to let his cramped hands rest. Hates this kind of driving and wants to go home to Buenos Aires--no snow there. Why did he take this American promotion, anyway?

He needs to take a piss so gets out of 4by4. Not as cold as he figured. In the sun--protected from wind by 4by4--almost pleasant. Pulls out his dick. Sun feels good on his skin. He lets go a hot yellow stream. Hotel dining room had plenty of good coffee.

Nearly finishes and hears truck coming down hill behind him. Turns to see semi creeping over ice. Luis leaves his dick--half hard--dangling out his fly. Give the trucker something to talk about besides pussy. Or football.

Truck slows and shotgun window lowers and driver's buddy reaches out cupped hands and pumps it up and down in a lewd signal. Luis's hefty, dark-skinned Latin dick rises as close to full erection as cold allows and he pulls his hand up and down shaft to mimic the trucker's signal and feels balls churn and driver honks and honks but keeps going. "Shit! Stop, assholes!" Luis hollers. "I'll fuck you both!"

Thick pre-cum almost freezes on the head of his dick--almost ready to shoot, even though cold air keeps him from being steely hard. But decides, if he has to pull off instead of sticking his mega-dick up some quivering ass, he'll wait until he's home and warm. Jumps into 4by4--forces dick back under thermals--and heads on out.

Fifteen tedious miles, and Luis comes to the state highway intersection. Looks like state road crews have done a better plow job than county crew, and they've sanded. So Luis decides to take the longer road home. He's never gone this way. More miles but easier driving, he figures. A mile up the road he comes to a rest areaa few picnic tables covered with snow and a primitive-looking restroom. Luis slows at entrance and is surprised that the circular drive is plowed.

He pulls in and, almost hidden from highway behind snow-covered bushes, sees Skinny Man's RV. It's a no-brainer: use the restroom and see if Skinny Man follows him. Luis gets hornier than ever. Imagining Skinny Man's dick is what got him going in the first place. Luis stumbles up path to outhouse. Footprints in the snow have already worn an uneven path. And someone has scattered some sand. But just to men's side. Men must really need to piss to brave this cold. Or maybe--

Goes around side to door. Darkish inside, but he can see snow sifting in through beveled wooden slats in concrete block shed where windows should be. Shelter from wind--and tar roof absorbing sun--make it much warmer inside than out. Luis rounds corner. Two outhouse-type steel heads and a chest-high wooden partition between them. Luis blinks in dim light. Skinny Man sits on head, a bunch of paper seat covers under him and his jeans and long-johns in a pile on the floor beside him. "Eyer-rish," he says.

"Say what?" Luis can't help asking this time.

"Lotsa cold eyer blowin' around. Here, better have a beer to warm up."

Luis figures it out. Eyer-rish. Airish. Sure doesn't sound like teachers in Argentina. Skinny Man pulls one can of beer out of each pocket of his winter flak jacket. Holds one out to Luis. Luis is not sure a cold beer is what he needs right now and thinks it's weird to drink beer in an outhouse. But he steps over to Skinny Man. And Skinny Man pulls arm back so Luis has to come closer. Guy spreads legs to show an incredibly long, floppy, lily-white, uncut dick slung over the edge of the head--Luis flinches and pulls himself up straight--tries not to show his excitement. Skinny Man's dick not as fat as Luis's, but must be over eight inches lying there, even soft. Foreskin overhangs his dick-head by an inch.

"They oughtta put in real windows instead of these slats," Skinny Man says and pops his beer can. "Make the place less eyer-rish." Grins wide and gawky, and Luis begins to think he's a simpleton.

"Guess they didn't figure people would use it in snowstorms," Luis says. He can't decide whether to pull the tab up or his pants down. He pops the top of his beer. "Cheers."

Skinny Man lifts his beer to his lips and--with his other hand--carelessly pulls on the ample loose skin on the underside of his dick. "Ain't from Ioway, ayer, yuh?"

"Argentina. No snow there."

"Me either. Arkansaw. Workin' in Ioway a few months."

"Me too," Luis says. Can't wait. Skinny Man might be weird, but Luis wants to see that dick hard. Why's he obsessed with that dick? Guy is too skinny to be much of a fuck, but that dick has Luis going. He pulls paper seat covers from dispenser on the wall, arranges them on the head and, as he bends over, notices a glory hole in the wooden partition. He steels himself to the cold and drops his jeans and thermals to his ankles. He stands still a second--sees Skinny Man's face framed by the hole. Luis likes to show physique as well as dick. Flexes his square muscular butt, and half-boner bounces. Luis watches the effect on Skinny Man's face. Jaw goes slack, opening a crater-sized mouth. Runs his thick tongue around his lips like he just ate a candy bar. A great shock of long, straight, unevenly cut brown hair falls over his eye and dangles almost into his mouth. His complexion is bleached white, and he's just too fucking skinny. But Luis can think only about that dick. He pulls his bare legs back against the freezing steel head and leans forward. Skinny Man stands in front of the glory hole and white, thin-skinned whanger rises up, beginning to harden to--Luis figures--twelve inches long, not overly fat, but-- man, oh, man--is it long, even longer than he imagined back at the gas pump, with foreskin to spare. From his angle, Luis sees the veins on the underside of the cudgel bulge with half-engorgement, and balls drawn up tight against the cold.

Luis sticks two fingers through the glory hole and Skinny Man--no hesitation at all--sticks his monster dick through, and pulls back the foreskin so Luis has a clear shot at the moist, shiny bulging head and Luis dives tongue-first at the jumbo joint and licks it up one side and down the other. Without dislodging his mouth from that dick, he unties his shoes, pulls them off, strips off pants and thermals and throws them on pile with Skinny Man's--wants complete freedom of movement--and puts shoes back on.

Skinny Man moans. "Lick me up hot, man." Pushes his groin against the hole so skin of his dick is stretched back tight and the thing gets a little harder and feels to Luis like a hard rubber hose--almost rigid but not quite. It's just too cold out here.

"Hey man," Skinny Man says. "I got a better idea."

"What?" By this time Luis doesn't care if he's freezing because he's confused. He's interested in asses, not dicks, but has to have that white-skinned, almost stiff mega-bone.

"My RV. It's heated. Not so eyer-rish."

"Sure." Luis can't wait to warm that thing up.

Skinny Man reaches over and scoops up all their clothes and jumps up from the steel head. "Come on. Bet yer Latin man-ass never ran buck naked in the snow."

"Hey, wait. What if someone--"

"Anybody out here today's lookin' for dick or don't give a shit."

Luis follows him out. Wind smacks cold on his bare skin, shrivels his ball sack, and sends a chill up his spine. But thrill of running naked--in a public place where anyone could drive by--with this hung Skinny Man turns Luis on. From behind, he sees Skinny Man's dick dangling low between his legs, and the low-swinging placidity makes Luis's blood pound. Takes hold of his own dick and pulls on it, surprised it's even semi-firm--seems too cold for an erection, but here it is, beginning to swell up.

Follows Skinny Man around bush toward his RV, out into full view of state highway. And Luis hears it--a semi shifting gears--and panics.

"Better hide quick," Luis hollers.

"Let 'em watch."

Truck slows a crawl, and Skinny Man drops their clothes, turns around, and takes hold of Luis's cock--bends over and slurps it into his mouth. Luis hears air brakes hissing. Waves of fear and cold surge through his body so wild and charged with desire he's afraid he'll shoot instantly--even half-hard--so pulls his dick out of Skinny Man's mouth and drops to his knees. Even a muscle-bound top-man can get a kick out of sucking a dick like this while someone else watches. He tugs Skinny Man's flesh nozzle, now standing almost straight out, down to mouth-level and slides the spongy head between his lips. He grabs Skinny Man's knees and spreads them enough to lower him to a position where Luis can swallow the twelve-inch tube all the way.

Luis watches--through tears of his gag reflex--as truck stops at side of road and door opens and driver jumps out. Big burly fucker drops his pants to knees and beats his meat--big dick fat enough so Luis can see it at fifty feet--and Luis keeps on sucking. Driver drops his load in the snow fast, climbs back into the semi, and pulls on out.

Luis can't wait to get into RV Sucking that huge dick is working him up but his balls are freezing by now. Exhibitionism stimulates his juices, but he's ready for serious swinging on that hammer-handle dick and cold has almost shriveled his own dick in spite of the turn-on.

"Hey, man--the RV," Luis's teeth chatter.

"Latin Lover can't take the snow, huh?" Skinny Man laughs. "Okay. Follow me." And Skinny Man scoops up their clothes, bounds for the vehicle and pulls the door open. Luis climbs in after him.

The heat is on. Luis's balls begin to lower and churn. They finish stripping and Skinny Man gets a towel to dry snow off. "Latin Boy works out, huh?" Skinny Man hands are all over Luis. He massages the sculpted piles of Luis's muscles.

Luis lies back and enjoys the feel of skin against his skin. And he realizes he has no idea--thinking only about how gawky Skinny Man seemed and about the length of his shaft--how strong this guy might be. Skinny Man has little bulk, but his muscles are beautifully defined. Huge hands and powerful arms reduce Luis's tense mounds of competitor's muscles to a ready mass of hunky maleness, and he only vaguely thinks about what's coming next, watching Skinny Man take charge.

As he works Luis's body, Skinny Man warms up, too. Deftly, smoothly he swings himself over Luis--by now his stuffed Latin love-stick stands straight up from his muscled groin and his balls relax in their velvety sack--and sits back toward Luis's face. Luis has not even noticed Skinny Man's butt for watching the tube swing below it.

Now, close up, he sees the perfect outline of the skinny but sinewy ass, highlighted by fine hair in a golden sheen over the curves of the muscles and tucked into the crack around the flawless dark circle of potency puckered in the center. Skinny Man lowers himself to Luis's sensuous waiting lips, and Luis sucks, slurps, licks, penetrates Skinny Man's shit-hole, getting ready to fuck that great ass.

"Lick my asshole, Latin Man," Skinny Man says. He slowly swings his ass back and forth over Luis's head. He groans--wiggles his ass and plunges down to skewer himself farther on Luis's tongue.

Luis pulls on his own weighty ten-inch love club, finally throbbing and fully, magnificently hard, shaped like a flashlight, straight and firm with its head thick and round. With his other hand he finds Skinny Man's appendage--completely hard and curving up twelve inches to his thin but wash-boarded gut--and pulls back and forth, stretching the foreskin back then sliding it up over the enormous head of that love club.

Skinny Man pulls himself up from Luis's face and swings himself around in one graceful motion--not at all gawky like Luis thought--and straddles Luis's head. His jumbo appendage--fine white skin almost translucent, with huge veins visible pumped with heat--stands straight out above Luis's mouth. Luis reaches up to pump Skinny Man. The long dick feels like a steel pipe now that it's warm and fully hard--no longer like a floppy rubber hose, but rigid and covered with skin so fine it's like a kid glove.

"Now, Latin Man, work them balls."

And Luis realizes what he's failed to see--the balls, the huge balls, the golf ball-sized testicles pulling down the skin of Skinny Man's velvety scrotum, hanging six inches below his groin between the perfectly shaped skinny but muscular thighs, swinging just above Luis's mouth. He's concentrated so much on that humongous dick, he hasn't noticed Skinny man's other assets.

"Let me at them," he raises his head far enough to tongue the lower of the two.

"Suck my balls, Latin Man. Suck them balls and get me hot."

Luis takes one ball into his mouth. He rolls it around with his tongue and applies some pressure.

"Yeah, Latin Man, make me feel 'em. Both of'em."

Luis takes the other between his lips--tries to pull it into his mouth, too. They're too big. He can't suck them both. He lets go of the first and takes in the second.

"Latin Man can stretch his mouth? Not horny enough to take both? Thought Latin lovers were so hot they could do anything."

Luis rises to the challenge. He stretches his mouth--feels burning in the sides of his lips--as he gulps, sucks from the bottom of his gut, and finally--at last, so hot he feels himself tremble all over with lust--pulls those two huge man-apples into his mouth. He's not used to giving pleasure this way. The new turn-on drives him into submission.

He feels Skinny Man go rigid all over. "Oh, Latin Lover, make my nuts ache. Gimme that hot kick-ass, make-me-cum ache. You got me goin' now, boy," Skinny Man reaches around behind him and takes hold of Luis's dick and squeezes and pulls furiously on the unbending pole, stiff with desire, and Luis feels the explosion churning up in his own nuts. Finally he hears his own words--guttural in his throat over the balls in his mouth, but unmistakable--words he th1ought he'd never say.

"Fuck me, Skinny Man."

Skinny Man takes a lube tube waiting on the shelf and slathers his dick. He pulls his balls from Luis's mouth with a sucking sound that gives both of them a thrill. Luis--in a kind of trance he's never felt before--rolls over and sticks his bulbous ass into the air, opening his love-cleavage to Skinny Man. "Do it, Skinny Man. Fuck my virgin hole with your man-pole. Use me." He can't believe it. He--Latin top-man--wants this. But--

But he feels the steely head of Skinny Man's dick pull his anus apart, slowly, inevitably. It's almost in, and the pain drives Luis's face into the mattress--at the same time he wants it so bad he thrusts his butt up to the onslaught--and he feels his dick go limp against the pressure. With a rush of pleasure he's never felt--and knows he will never feel again exactly this strong--Luis opens as the long pale dick suddenly slurps its way past the tight muscle ring all the way inside his love cavity. Skinny Man holds both of them still--a frozen moment of double ecstasy--then begins to slide in and out.

Luis holds himself still, unable to make a sound, unsure if he can take it--his head filled with blood and his ears ringing with a feeling--is it pleasure or agony?--his asshole skin stretched to the limit, feeling himself used and violated, his insides pulled beyond endurance, the steely foot-long penis ramming rum deep over and over. And he feels Skinny Man slow his thrusts, take hold of Luis's dick--gently pull on Luis's foreskin to get him hard--and masturbates Luis in sync with his own thrusts.

Luis relaxes. Skinny Man works him just right. He pushes himself in and pulls back on Luis's cudgel. Back and forth--controlling but intensifying the motions--he lunges and pulls. Luis feels himself churning--deep inside his ass and up under his ball sack--heat like molten steel ready to burst from a blast furnace and suddenly it does and he knows Skinny Man is blasting away inside him and he shivers. The unbearable thrill of mutual use and consumption erupts through his fat brown dick and he feels his own juice, his hot sperm shoot through his ten-inch tube, and Skinny Man reaches to Luis's cock head and catches hot goo in his hand and brings it immediately to Luis's mouth, and he tastes his own cum and feels Skinny Man's cum squishing out of his asshole, and he collapses on the bed with Skinny Man on top of him and feels heat-hot tears at his eyes, hot cum and saliva in his mouth, hot juice around his anus, and finally, sweat-body heat to melt all the snow in Ioway.

And he knows that, whatever dick fucks his willing ass from now on, no one can ever use his asshole so well or pull on his feelings so ecstatically or make his dick feel so much like it's flowing with hot molten steel as this skinny Skinny Man with the long white fuck-stick from the eyer-rish snow of Ioway.