Gay Erotic Stories

Karl Vronski grunted as he shot a load of cum toward the TV screen across his bedroom. The first lob actually hit the screen, landing on the leg of the larger figure frozen onscreen thanks to the hold button. He’d been kneeling at the end of his bed, naked and sweating, as he watched the tape for the umpteenth time, hitting the slow and then hold buttons at the same time with each viewing. As he’d been doing since he started masturbating as a kid, he began licking the remnants of his blast coating his right hand.

The figure in question on the tape was Diesel, naked, in a similar kneeling position, also on a bed. It was a bed in a room down the hall from Karl’s, his daughter Katrina’s room. Diesel had his hands on Katrina’s head, holding her as he came in her mouth. His sweaty muscle laden body was bathed in moonlight from the bay window. Muscles bulged and veins popped up angrily all over his body as he was caught frozen in mid-climax. Katrina’s hands had been flopping on Diesel’s chest. Her cheeks were bloated with Diesel’s load. She was in the middle of a choking cough, with a stream of cum making its way out of the corner of her mouth as arteries and veins ballooned her neck.

Karl had suspected that his just turned 18-year-old daughter might be bringing boys home while he worked late and had hidden a movement-activated video camera in her room. This was the only encounter Karl captured in the three months he’d had the camera set up, and it had been the previous Sunday when he had to stay overnight in Oklahoma for some business.

When he watched it for the first time on Monday, his eyes bugged out in shock as he took in what the two teenagers did. He recognized Diesel as the kid who had answered the ad he’d had his daughter post at her high school asking for boys looking for part time work who weren’t afraid of heavy labor. Karl didn’t fool around when it came to work. He had worked very hard in the construction business since arriving in the U.S. from Poland 12 years before and had saved enough money to start his own small business two years ago. He only needed one kid to help out his regular crew and of the 5 kids, who interviewed, Diesel looked the strongest, really big for a high school kid, so Karl hired him to work a few days after school and all day Saturdays – that was four weeks ago.

Karl was so overcome with rage upon first viewing the tape that he stormed out of the house, went to a bar and got drunk. But he found himself drawn to watching the tape over and over. What he eventually pieced together both horrified and excited him. It appeared his daughter had been begging Diesel to go out with her and had promised him he could fuck her in the ass if they did. But when the moment actually came, Katrina cried out that Diesel was just too huge for her. That was the part of the tape Karl kept being drawn to.

“Diesel, no, it hurts! You’re too big – it’s not gonna to fit. You’ll hurt me! Please! Just fuck me regular.”

“No, bitch! That was the deal. The only reason I agreed to let you parade me around your friends was because you said I could have your ass,” said Diesel as he knelt behind Katy, rubbing his now slick and hard cock up and down her asscrack. Diesel held on to Katy squatted ahead of him on the bed, doggy style. (To Karl, the hard cock looked enormous running up and down her ass.)

The two teenagers had been rolling around the bed for the last five minutes, both getting heated to the point of combustion. Diesel was through with what he felt was a lengthy foreplay session and needed release. “I can get a sloppy cunt anytime. What I want now is a tight asshole that will squeeze my dick with its steamy wet walls.”

Katy screamed in a real panic as Diesel tightened his grip on her tiny waist and rammed against her puckered asshole. “Please…please…don’t, Diesel…I’ll do anything else…anything…just don’t do this!”

In a fury, Diesel flipped Katy over so that she ended up on her back facing Diesel, her legs spread out on either side of Diesel’s sweaty hard body. She panicked as she saw the hunger in his eyes (a hunger Karl could see even on the tape with only moonlight for lighting). Diesel reached forward quickly, grabbed her head and pulled her up so she faced Diesel’s huge dick. She stared wide-eyed at the veins marbling their way around the angry column.

“Kiss it! The tip…yeah, that’s it…again. Bigger kisses! Yeah! Get it wet…wetter. Now kinda chew your way down along it toward my balls…yeah…suck one o’ my balls in your mouth and roll your tongue around it. I feel any teeth, bitch, and I’ll make you choke on both balls at the same time!” As Katy worked on Diesel’s nut, his dick continued to pump out precum. (In the moonlight, Karl could see a stream of it waving between Diesel’s dickhead and his daughter’s hair, every few moments a drop would pulse out of Diesel’s tip and race down the stream into her hair.)

Diesel pulled Katy’s mouth off his nutsack, held her chin with one hand, grabbed his dick with the other and started slapping her face with his dick. Precum started to coat her face. (Karl would stare unblinking at this point, squeezing his own cock, as he also watched specks of Diesel’s thick precum flying off, sparkling in the moonlight.) Diesel was done talking – release was the name of the game. He stopped the dick slapping, held Katy’s head in his hands and began poking his dickhead against her full wet lips. They parted after a few taps and Diesel sighed as the tip of his dick was rewarded with her hot breath and warm wet mouth.

After a couple of dozen forays into her mouth, Diesel pulled her head up to his, kissing her roughly as his tongue raped the inside of her mouth. Diesel loved to taste his cum or precum in someone else’s mouth. He shoved Katy back down on his dick and began pumping as much of his stiff firehose into her mouth as he could, over and over. Only a few inches could get in as Katy’s jaws could open only so far to accommodate Diesel’s length and girth.

“Play with my chest, Katy.” Katy’s frightened eyes looked up at Diesel questioningly. “Play with my chest! Rub your hands on it.” Katy reached up and put a hand on either of Diesel’s massive pecs, now pumped up even bigger than their usual bulging selves. She began running her hands lightly over them, giving them gentle squeezes.

Diesel was getting closer and closer. Sweat streamed down his body, drops jumped from his face to Katy’s. He started feeling that familiar tingling in his balls and let out a groan.

“Use your nails!”

Katy began scratching Diesel’s chest. At first she was just continuing the caressing motion but now using her nails. As Diesel got closer to his climax, his thrusts into her mouth speeded up and became more forceful. He was near the end of the race and nothing was going to stop him from flying over the finish line. Katy’s nails began to dig into the flesh of Diesel’s chest, a couple broke the skin, as she started to panic again, unable to breathe. He grunted with each jab and cocked Katy’s head upward so their eyes met. His hunger matched her fear as her head jerked with each thrust.

“Aaaahhhhhh!” bellowed Diesel as he threw his head back and unloaded into Katy’s mouth.

This was where Karl would hit the hold button, throw his head back, and shoot his own spunk. In the rest of the tape, Katy gradually calmed down from her coughing as Diesel, still kneeling, fell backward on the bed, arms flopped out above him, lower legs bent underneath. His eyes were shut. Karl couldn’t help admiring Diesel’s clearly defined row of ab muscles, rising and falling as his breath calmed back to normal. He then sat up, made Katy lick his dick clean, dressed and left.

It was now Thursday afternoon; the first afternoon Diesel was working that week. Karl had decided to fire Diesel and he wanted to do it in person. He hated what Diesel had done with his daughter, but part of him wanted to see him in the flesh one more time before firing him.

The site his small crew was working on was a barn out in the country in a wooded patch that a wealthy couple wanted converted to a home/loft/office. Karl’s job was to do some initial measuring and stabilizing of the building before a bigger contractor took over the actual renovation work. His crew was still pretty small, but they were all good workers. Karl’s plan was to keep expanding his business as much as possible.

It was early evening and he knew the crew would be wrapping things up when he got there sometime before 7pm. One of Karl’s tricks that he was pretty sure his crew had never caught onto yet was that sometimes he’d spy on them, usually with binoculars, to make sure they were working. He figured he’d do the same now as they were scheduled to end their shift.

Since the barn was out in a wooded area, finding a place to park and observe without being seen was not difficult. The first thing he noticed was that it sure looked like the crew had ended early. He could only see two people, Diesel and Sean Reilly. Karl has worked with Sean for a number of years. Sean was a few years older than Karl, about 6’ tall, light skin with lots of dark curly hair. Sean was single, but Karl knew that he went out with women; at least he talked about it.

It looked like they had all been sitting around drinking beer – not that uncommon – not legal with the kid, but they did it sometimes during the week, even Karl. Sean and Diesel were on the upper level of the barn, each seated and leaning on a post just inside those large open doors they used to load and unload hay through. It appeared that everyone else had left for the day since no one else appeared in those first few minutes of Karl’s spying. The two were clearly visible from Karl’s hiding spot but they assumed no one could see them. Karl was too far away to make out what they were saying, but they seemed to be in some kind of heated or deep conversation. Sean then stood up, walked over and stood between Diesel’s spread legs.

Diesel then stood up and looked to be standing pretty close to Reilly. They were staring at each other, not talking. Diesel then slowly took off the flannel shirt he was wearing, tossed it behind Reilly, and then did the same with his t-shirt. His hands hung at his sides; he smiled and said something to Reilly. Reilly put a hand on either of Diesel’s shoulders, squeezed the muscles there a few times and then slid his hands to Diesel’s pecs. Karl remembered watching his daughter running her hands over those same pecs. Reilly’s hands were much bigger and they moved more urgently over the slabs of muscle. Diesel’s eyes closed halfway as his head started lolling slowly side to side.

Reilly’s hands moved to Diesel’s abs, pressing on the clearly visible bulges as it looked like Diesel was tensing them. The hands moved back up to Diesel’s nipples where Reilly’s fingertips ran back and forth over them. Their heads were now next to each other, Diesel was sticking his tongue into Reilly’s ear and it looked like he was also talking softly between licks. Reilly pulled back to look at Diesel and moved in as if to kiss him. Diesel pulled away sharply; more words were exchanged.

Reilly pulled out his wallet, grabbed some bills and shoved them into Diesel’s outstretched hand. Diesel’s white teeth flashed in a smile and were immediately blocked out when Reilly planted his lips on Diesel’s. Reilly’s hands moved behind and down to Diesel’s ass and pulled the teen’s rock solid body into his. Diesel’s hands ran lightly up and down Reilly’s back, after first shoving his payment into a front pocket of his jeans. Diesel pushed Reilly away, unbuttoned Reilly’s shirt, and pulled it off of him. Diesel put both hands underneath the waist of the wife beater Reilly had on underneath and slid his hands around Reilly’s waist as he pulled him back into a kiss. Reilly’s hands went to Diesel’s head, the calloused paws moving through Diesel’s thick soft curly blonde hair.

Diesel pulled away again; more words were exchanged. Reilly nodded and Diesel moved out of sight of Karl’s binoculars. Reilly quickly removed the rest of his clothing. Karl knew that Reilly was pretty hairy, but he was a bit surprised at the thickness of the coat of black hair covering Reilly’s lower body. He also had hair on his back. By the time it reached his ass, it was pretty thick.

Diesel then walked back into view, dropping the gym bag he always seemed to be carrying. Karl saw that he was wearing one of those wrestling things, he thought they called them singlets. It must have been his high school one as it was blue and gold, which Karl knew to be his daughter’s high school colors. It was also obvious that Diesel was not wearing any kind of jockstrap underneath it. Karl’s mouth dropped as he saw Diesel’s package “live” for the first time rather than on tape. The singlet clung to Diesel’s body, highlighting all his bulges, with his dick and balls being the ones that drew the viewer’s eyes like a magnet.

Reilly’s sizable dick was bone hard and up at a 45-degree angle. He pulled Diesel into another kiss, grinding their crotches together. Karl could see Reilly’s ass flexing as he pressed himself toward Diesel. Diesel broke the kiss, put his hands on Reilly’s shoulders and pushed him slowly down to a kneeling position. Reilly stared at the coiled cobra in front of him. Diesel took hold of Reilly’s head and pulled forward. Reilly’s mouth opened as he slammed into the super-sized package of teen meat.

By this point, Karl had one hand inside his pants playing with his own dick. Here he’d come to fire the kid and instead was beating his meat. He was starting to think that he didn’t really have a choice. Something about the way the kid seemed to he in charge of the situation added to Karl’s excitement.

Diesel seemed to be holding Reilly’s head in place on his crotch. Karl moved the binoculars to see Diesel’s face. He seemed to be saying something over and over. “Breathe! That’s what it is,” thought Karl. All Diesel wanted right then was for Reilly’s hot breath to work its magic on his cock. And work it did. As Diesel eventually began steering Reilly’s face around his crotch area, Karl could see the dick beginning to harden. He could also see that Diesel started to flex his ass as he was now pushing his crotch forward as he pulled Reilly’s face into it.

Karl was amazed at what Reilly was doing. He’d always thought Reilly was such a straight guy, and here he was looking almost like he was a slave to this kid, allowing the kid to do anything he wanted.

Diesel pulled Reilly up and locked lips with him once again. This time it was as if Reilly were a limp rag doll. Though he was standing on his feet, his posture made it look like his head was holding him up. Diesel was grinding his mouth into Reilly’s. Diesel let go of Reilly’s head with a jerk, causing Reilly to stumble backwards. Diesel took a step forward so he was in the center of the upper open barn door area facing out. He turned, said something to Reilly, and then bent forward slightly.

Reilly crawled toward Diesel with his mouth hanging open. He moved behind Diesel and started slobbering all over Diesel’s ass through the sheer fabric of the singlet. Diesel locked his hands behind his head bringing his massive arms into view, smiled a broad smile, and moved his hips sensuously as Reilly’s mouth got the rear of the singlet wetter and wetter in his desperate attempt to get his mouth, lips and tongue to touch ass flesh.

While Reilly worked, Diesel pulled the shoulder straps off his singlet and pulled it down to his waist exposing his entire upper body. Karl immediately noticed the remnants of the scratch marks and punctures his daughter had made on Diesel’s chest the past Sunday. Diesel continued the rocking motion and now began running his hands up and down his torso, stopping to yank each nipple every few trips along his muscles. He reached back and pushed Reilly off his ass and pulled the singlet completely off. Reilly stared as if hypnotized seeing Diesel’s smooth bubble butt exposed. Karl saw Diesel actually stumble forward a bit when Reilly locked his mouth onto Diesel’s ass flesh once Reilly got the signal from Diesel to return to his labors. Diesel reached backward grabbing Reilly’s head, pulling it into his ass cheeks while saying something through gritted teeth.

Diesel spread his legs, turned and said something else to Reilly, who quickly scooted around in front of Diesel. Diesel took Reilly’s head in his hands, cocked Reilly’s head so he was looking at Diesel, and started talking to him. Karl could see a sheen of sweat all over Diesel with the setting sun accentuating all his muscles. Karl also suddenly realized he was watching a replay of what Diesel did with Katy – he could see Diesel’s hips move as he jabbed his cock at Reilly’s mouth. Reilly of course was able to take more of Diesel’s cock than Katy had, with one result being the hooded eyes and slack smile on Diesel’s face as the pleasure of the warm mouth making way for his rod spread out from his dick to the rest of his body. Every once in a while, Diesel shoved forward and held Reilly’s head firm till Karl saw Reilly’s body spasm with a choke. But Reilly didn’t seem to be fighting the abuse; his arms stayed tightly wrapped around Diesel’s legs. Diesel’s smile would arch up a bit each time Reilly gagged. He then let go of Reilly’s head as he realized that Reilly was enjoying the treatment.

Diesel leaned over and grabbed a tube of something from his gym bag, reached over the squatted body of Reilly and squeezed the tube so a stream of it landed on the hair on Reilly’s lower back; Diesel also coated his own hands with another squirt and then dropped the tube back in his gym bag. As Reilly kept up his vacuuming of Diesel’s dick, Diesel leaned forward and began rubbing all the liquid from the tube into Reilly’s ass crack, the hair matting down and moving with Diesel’s hands. Karl could have sworn that he saw one of Diesel’s fingers going in and out of Reilly’s asshole. If so, Reilly seemed not to notice, being so focused on the sucking.

Diesel pulled Reilly off his dick, lifted him, and slammed his mouth onto Reilly’s as if he wanted to suck out his internal organs. At the same time his lube-covered hands went back to Reilly’s ass, kneading the hirsute cheeks and rubbing the fingers of one hand up and down the crack. While still kissing Reilly passionately, he inserted a finger into Reilly’s asshole. Karl only knew this because of how Reilly’s body jerked in response. Karl also knew that he’d been leaking plenty of precum himself this whole time. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d produced more precum. Karl didn’t understand why seeing this kid ordering a grown man around excited him so much.

Though Reilly struggled against the invading finger, Diesel was too strong for him. Diesel kept up the jabbing with his finger while never breaking the kiss. It looked to Karl that Reilly eventually submitted to the invading digit. He even looked like he was responding in kind to the kiss. Diesel broke the kiss and brought their heads next to each other as they embraced. He started licking Reilly’s ear again and whispering words, all the time plunging a finger in and out of Reilly’s trench. Karl thought that maybe he was now using two fingers.

Pulling his head back from Reilly, Diesel spun Reilly around so that now Reilly was facing outward from the upper level, directly facing the hidden Karl with his binoculars. Karl’s breathing was getting shaky and with only one hand holding the binoculars, the other busy stroking his painfully hard penis, the view was getting shaky.

Reilly’s arms hung limply at his sides while Diesel had his massive arms wrapped around Reilly’s chest, holding him up. He started rubbing his hands up and down Reilly’s torso while saying something into his ear. Then one of Diesel’s hands grabbed Reilly’s rock hard dick and began traveling its length…back and forth…slowly, holding on to Reilly’s chest with the other. Reilly’s eyes were closed and his head fell back on Diesel’s shoulder.

“Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeaaaaaaaa!” came a blood-curdling scream that caused some birds to fly out of the brush and Karl to jerk and hold his breath. Without much warning, other than the caresses and whispers, Diesel had shoved a third of his enormous cock into Reilly’s chute. By the time Karl had the binoculars back on the two rutting guys, Reilly’s hardon had disappeared. His head hung sideways and it looked like he was mumbling incoherently. Both of Diesel’s hands were roaming Reilly’s midsection. He then started pinching Reilly’s nipples, and whispering in his ear.

“Nooooooooooo…” faded out of Reilly’s mouth as Diesel penetrated him further. When half his dick was home, Diesel pulled out slowly. Reilly’s eyes bugged out, frightened of what might come next. But Diesel chose to be gentle…for a bit. He moved his joystick in and out of Reilly’s hairy asshole slowly…over and over…every few insertions, with a bit of effort, getting his dick in a bit further.

Then with one forceful move, pulling on Reilly as he pushed his pelvis forward, Diesel made it all the way home and felt his pubes mix with Reilly’s damp hairy ass. Reilly’s head shot up, mouth and eyes popped open. No sound though. It was as if he was frozen. Diesel bent both his arms so that as his fists each grabbed a nipple of Reilly’s, his elbows pressed against Reilly’s waist, effectively pinning him to Diesel. Then Diesel started fucking Reilly fast, long-dicking him slowly once or twice about every dozen or so power thrusts.

Karl was now drawn to look at Reilly’s face. A look of unbelievable pain and torture seemed to have been taken over by a look of ecstasy – or maybe it was a look somewhere in between. It was a look he’d never seen on anyone’s face before. And he couldn’t stop looking. And he couldn’t stop pulling on his dick. “Yes…yes…yes…yes…,” he started whispering to himself as he rapidly moved his foreskin back and forth over his dickhead, never taking his eyes from that look of ecstasy on Reilly’s face. Karl then came so hard, he actually felt the cum racing along the length of his dick before each squirt began filling his underwear. He dropped the binoculars and fell to the ground, moaning.

Scrambling for the binoculars, Karl jumped up and brought them to his eyes, afraid he had missed something. No, he hadn’t. Diesel was slamming into Reilly’s asshole at a terrific speed. Though he was behind Reilly, his legs were spread out, rooted to the barn floor giving him a stable base from which to plow ass. Karl stared almost hungrily at Diesel’s powerful thighs, seeing the muscles bunching and relaxing as he reamed Reilly.

For his part, Reilly seemed to be in some other world, based on the look on his face. His whole body jerked with each body slam of Diesel’s. Though his head bounced around a bit, Karl could still make out a look on Reilly’s face that he could only describe as a pained ecstasy. Karl also noticed that Reilly was hard again.

With his right hand, Diesel grabbed Reilly’s cock and started pumping it while his left arm reached around the front of Reilly, grabbing his right nipple and yanking hard on it. Though it looked like he didn’t even realize he was doing it, Karl watched Reilly’s arms reach back and grab the rear of Diesel’s upper legs, pulling on them, egging Diesel on to thrust into him faster and harder.

Diesel complied. Diesel’s head had been resting next to Reilly’s. He suddenly lifted his head slightly, opened his mouth, and bit down on Reilly’s shoulder. He let go of Reilly’s dick and nipple and wrapped both arms tightly around Reilly as he shot stream after stream of cum into Reilly’s asshole.

He loosened his grip on Reilly, stood up, and pulled out of Reilly with a sloppy pop. Reilly dropped to the ground in a semi-fetal position, let out a long fart and starting leaking Diesel’s load. Diesel rubbed and squeezed the mixture of his cum and Reilly’s shit and ass juices covering his dick, and sprayed the mixture off his hands onto Reilly’s prone figure. He picked up his gym bag and singlet, and walked out of sight. Karl looked over Reilly’s curled up body. His ass was facing the binoculars and Karl could see the juices leaking from Reilly’s ass.

Obviously, Karl gave up on his plan to fire the kid that evening and ran to his car before Diesel came out riding his bike. He kept going over the scene in his head as he drove away. How could a high school kid take charge of a grown man? Stumped for an answer, Karl still found himself excited by the question. Blocks later he noticed that the binoculars and steering wheel were smeared with his own load that he’d shot all over his hand in his underwear.

On Saturday, Diesel’s next day of work, Karl was determined to fire Diesel, but decided to wait till the end of the shift so he could get a full day’s work out of him. It was a particularly hot day, his men had worked pretty hard, and he knew they were all looking forward to the traditional after work Saturday beer bash. He’d find some way to keep Diesel afterward and fire him. Late in the afternoon, he let two of the crew drive into town to get the beer, leaving Diesel assisting Gonzalez with some stabilizing measurements on the upper floor of the barn. Reilly had called in sick on Friday (Karl was not surprised) and had previously arranged to take Saturday off for a family wedding.

Walking into the ground floor of the barn, Karl could hear Gonzalez and Diesel talking above him and walked over till he was underneath them. Through the slats about 8 feet above him, he could make out one of the two, but didn’t know which it was, but he recognized the voices.

“C’mon Gonzo, I really gotta go. Can’t we take a break?”

“Sorry, kid, but I have to finish these measurements and the only way that will happen is if you stay right where you are, holding the plank where you’ve got it. It’s not heavy.”

“I know it’s not heavy, but my bladder’s about to bust.”

Karl realized that the figure he could see was Diesel. He was standing with his legs apart, holding a large plank at shoulder level, effectively blocking his head from Karl’s view – and Karl from Diesel’s view. Gonzalez was about six feet to the side blocked from Karl’s vision by a partition, working on a wall, at the other end of the plank. Karl stood underneath Diesel and could see quite a bit of him through the upper barn floor. He noticed that with the day’s heat, Diesel was down to wearing just his t-shirt and he must have brought along a pair of shorts with him because that’s what he was wearing. Karl didn’t normally allow his crew to wear shorts – for safety reasons. But it was hot, it was Saturday, it was near the end of the workday. Karl wasn’t a complete hard ass, so he let some things slide every once in a while. “At least he’s still wearing work boots,” thought Karl.

Diesel’s legs were spread to the point where Karl could see right up the baggy shorts to what looked like a pretty old jock strap working hard to keep Diesel’s package inside. Even from this angle, Diesel’s legs were powerful looking; like giant redwoods solidly rooted in the huge beat up work boots. There was a very slight breeze running through the barn, which rippled the material of the shorts slowly, giving Karl a slide show of angles of Diesel’s formidable package.

“Man, I can’t hold it much longer. Gonzo…please!” said Diesel, shifting his legs a bit.

“Stop your whining, bitchboy! If you have to go that bad, just go ahead and piss where you are. It’ll just go through the floor.”

“What?!!? Just piss right here? Like a dog?”

“Yeah, Fido. What’s wrong? You pee shy?”

“No…just feels kinda funny…to just stand here and piss.”

“Well, go ahead. I won’t tell your mama about your breach in manners. Just don’t let go of the plank. Do it one handed…if you think you can find your pencil dick with one hand that is.”

“Pencil dick, my ass! You just wish you were packin’ what I’ve got,” said Diesel, as he instinctively reached down with one hand and grabbed his dick giving it a squeeze.

“Whatever you say, blondie. Just quit your complaining and piss!”

From below, Karl stared up fascinated at what was happening. He watched Diesel grab the lower hem on the inside of one of the legs of the shorts, pull up, and then manipulate the pouch of his jockstrap. Diesel’s dick tumbled out, hitting his thigh with an audible slap and then swaying till Diesel grabbed it, his fist covering less than half its length. He took a step, spreading his legs further, relaxing into the piss and also wanting to make sure he didn’t get urine any on himself. Karl could see Diesel’s fist gently squeezing and tugging on the tube to encourage the flow to start.

The stream hit the floor loudly. Karl watched it stream out as if under pressure. He’d been hard since the minute he first looked up Diesel’s crotch and was now playing with himself through his pants. Diesel’s piss started dripping through the ceiling above onto Karl’s head and shoulders. Instead of moving, for some unexplainable reason, Karl looked up and with his eyes shut, allowing the piss drip on him. He’d never done anything like this in his life, but for some reason, it really excited him.

Realizing that if he didn’t move, he’d soon be soaked with urine – and how would he be able to explain that – Karl moved back a few feet toward the barn’s opening. He continued pressing on his crotch as he watched the urine dripping through the floorboards above. As the stream slowed, he heard Diesel give out a long sigh.

As he exited the barn, Karl heard Diesel say, “God! It’s always great when you can piss and have it feel that good!”

Karl took a walk in the woods around the barn to calm himself down and to try and figure out what the deal was with this kid. Why did he find himself so attracted to him? What was it about how Diesel took control of situations? Karl had had no experiences with other guys ever in his life. Sure, he’d been hit on many times, but never thought anything of it. If anything, he was surprised that guys still hit on him at the age of 36. He didn’t understand how if a guy were gay, why he’d be interested in another guy much over the age of 25.

About two hours later, Karl, Diesel and the other three crew guys had been sitting around the ground floor of the barn for a while, sucking down beers. The two crew guys brought back a fifth of bourbon also and had been passing the bottle around taking shots. No one was feeling any pain. The usual topics of conversation when men get together had been covered – work, sex, women, sex, politics, sex, sports and sex. Karl and his 3 crew were all older than Diesel of course, the youngest one being almost 10 years older than Diesel. They all kind of liked Diesel (excepting Karl of course who had all kinds of feelings about Diesel, including hating him for what he had done to Katy) and appreciated what a hard worker he was.

The conversation starting focusing on Diesel and his life in high school. The guys liked thinking back to those glory days of their own and wanted to relive them through Diesel’s experiences. They asked Diesel about the sports he played – football, swimming and currently, wrestling. They had all noticed that Diesel was really built and that he packed sizable salami, but none of them had seen any skin except Diesel’s legs and arms – except Karl of course, who did more observing than talking that evening. But based on the ripples up and down Diesel’s arms and legs, even when at rest, they guys figured he must be pretty well cut.

Inevitably, the conversation turned to Diesel’s sex life. He told them that he did “OK” in that department. The men laughed knowingly. They got back to talking about Diesel’s body. They asked him how often he worked out, what his routine was, etc.

“So, Dee, you into any of that bodybuilding shit?”

“No, I’ve never done that.”

“That’s hard to believe. You got quite a build for a teenager. You should consider it.”

“Actually, I have--just too much of a chicken to do anything about it. I watch that shit on TV and see how they guys do all that posing. Of course, Mr. Happy here might object to being stuffed into one of those posing straps those muscleheads wear,” said Diesel with a chuckle as he fondled his crotch. The three other crew guys were seated leaning on a barn wall opposite the one Diesel was at – Karl sat, leaning on a post about halfway between. Karl and his crew stared enviously at the mound Diesel pawed between his spread legs.

“Dee…do it now.”

“Do what?” Asked Diesel after taking a hit of bourbon and walking over to hand it to Karl who was next in the rotation?

“Pose…do some posing…we’ll let you know if you got potential…won’t we, guys?”

“Fuck you guys. You just want to see me play the fool,” said Diesel as he stood between Karl and the rest of the crew. Karl stared at the backs of Diesel’s legs noticing how hairy they were. He hadn’t noticed that before since Diesel’s body hair was so blonde. From the back, Diesel’s shoulders looked almost inhumanly wide to Karl. His dick twitched in his jeans.

“No, no, man. We’re serious. C’mon. It’s just us guys…and we’ll be honest.”

Diesel had had enough alcohol that he wasn’t sure if these guys were on the level, or if they were preparing for a gangbang or something. But the scales tipped in favor of their being on the level so he decided to indulge them. He knew a bit more about posing than he let on and he was pretty sure they’d be impressed. Besides, his boss’ comparative silence was making him a little nervous. He wondered if there was any chance Mr. Vronski knew about what he and Katy had done – or what he’d done with Reilly the other day. He didn’t want to blow this job. It was great the way Mr. Vronski let him work around his school and practice schedules.

“Okay, guys, here goes,” said Diesel as he stepped back a bit and pulled off his t-shirt. The crew guys were momentarily stunned when they first saw Diesel’s torso. The combination of it being wrestling season, the added workouts at school Diesel was doing because of that, and the hard labor he’d been put through with Karl and his crew the past month all contributed to Diesel’s being slightly more cut right now than he usually was. All his muscles were huge. All his muscles had curves. The bonus right now was that a number of his muscles also had some pretty sharp lines and more than the usual amount of veins were visible on his body. They noticed a map of veins decorating Diesel’s lower abdomen. His shorts were hanging low enough to expose the top of what looked to be a pretty beat up jockstrap he had on underneath, and that he was the owner of a true 8 pack – they formed two perfect rows of 4 – like buns in an oven.

But the eye popper was Diesel’s chest. The crew guys had all noticed that he had a big chest. What they didn’t realize till viewing it in the flesh was the sheer mass of his pecs and how they appeared even larger hanging above what seemed to be a waist too small to match. On just about anyone else, Diesel’s pecs would look grotesque or even a bit feminine. But on Diesel, they just made other guys envious. They were extra wide and bulged out over his 8 pack at least 3 inches, if not more. The tips of his dollar sized nipples pointed downward due to the weight of each pec. They reminded the crew of the tops of those soft serve ice cream cones you get – where the first thing you want to do is open your mouth and suck off that tip. The skin stretched across the slabs of Diesel’s chest was so tight, it was easy to imagine you could see your reflection in them.

“Something wrong, guys?” asked Diesel, breaking the silence. Diesel knew exactly what was going on. Anybody seeing this much of his body for the first time was almost always taken off guard. And he knew that the alcohol they’d all been downing was allowing anything the least bit horny to be magnified. Diesel was sure there wasn’t a straight guy alive he couldn’t catch the eye of if he really wanted to and if the situation was right.

“Uh…yeah…something’s missing. Here,” said one of the crew guys, standing up and unstrapping his tool belt. “Put this on. It’s the Mr. Tool belt Contest!”

The other men cheered and laughed, even Karl. Diesel chuckled, took the dirt and sweat stained tool belt loaded with tools, wrapped it around his waist, and buckled it on. He had it as tight as it would go and it still hung somewhat loosely around his small waist. It was saved from falling off by catching on his bubblebutt. He centered the heavy belt, really liked the feel of the warm leather against him, and then jokingly hooked a hand on either side as if he were a cowboy and the belt was his holster. Standing there, crouched in a way that accentuated his heavy thigh muscles, wearing the shorts, jockstrap showing, the tool belt, and a pair of old work boots--he looked incredibly sexy.

Diesel then straightened up and started his posing routine facing his admirers. He started by clasping his hands together just under the belt buckle and tensed his arms and chest. Diesel saw the four men’s eyes pop as his own muscles popped. He knew that if he kept a relaxed almost lazy smile on his face, his muscles would look all the more amazing since it would appear that he was not straining at all to show them off. He relaxed the muscles, spread his legs till they were wider than his shoulders, and went into a squat, very, very slowly. When his legs reached the point of being at 90-degree angles at his knees, he unclasped his hands, slowly put a hand on either knee, and tensed his pecs. Then he released them. Then again. Then one. Then the other. Over and over. The whole time he had that lazy smile on his face and his eyes went into an unfocused glaze.

He stood up slowly into a double bicep pose, held it, then raised his right leg slightly, tensed his leg muscles and twisted his foot side to side. He gradually brought his right foot back to the ground, relaxed the muscles, and then did the same with his left leg. He then slowly turned around, letting his back and ass put on a show.

The testosterone in the air was almost palpable. All the men were sweating in the heat. Karl suddenly wondered if the salty drops running down his face into his mouth were his own sweat or Diesel’s urine. All the men kept their eyes on Diesel. Not only were they somewhat mesmerized, but they were ashamed to look into the eyes of one another, afraid they’d see the same hunger reflected there.

Diesel held the same double bicep pose and tensed his back muscles. His massive back, covered with a shiny layer of sweat, bulged to life, like a map showing the contours of some country equally covered by low hills and shallow valleys. He then went into the same slow squat, but this time went even lower. As he came up just as slowly from the squat, the men noticed two things. The tool belt had slipped down, pulling Diesel’s shorts to the point where the entire top strap of the jockstrap was revealed, and the material of his shorts had slipped into his ass crack when he was at the lowest point of his squat and now standing straight up, his ass cheeks were being more than showcased with the shorts stretched over the two massive mounds. All the men stared at the ass cheeks, knowing they were only being covered by the thin material of the shorts.

Diesel turned to face the men once again, arms now relaxed at his side. Posing always got Diesel aroused and his dick, even encased in the jockstrap, was now a visible bulge pointing downward. The closest tool in the belt to Diesel’s snake was a hammer, and it looked like a kiddy tool next to Diesel’s tool. The tension had become too much and something had to be done before the men embarrassed themselves even more. One of the crew grabbed one of the cold longneck beers, unscrewed the top, shook the bottle with his thumb on top, and pointed the spray toward Diesel.

“What the fuck?” yelled Diesel, futilely attempting to cover himself from the foam.

“It’s the closest thing we have to champagne to crown our new Mr. Tool belt!” All the men, including Karl, rushed to congratulate their wet muscled winner. Knowing it was just an excuse for the men to actually touch what they’d been coveting; Diesel let them run their hands at will over him. Everyone pretended they were cheering the champ, while everyone knew they just had to see what those muscles actually felt like. It took two of the crew to remove the tool belt, one groping his crotch because he just wanted to be able to see what it felt like to have a dick as huge as Diesel’s in his fist, the other needing confirmation of the firmness of Diesel’s beautiful ass. Everyone, but Diesel, had a hard on.

The crew took this as a signal to leave. They were horny as hell. Each man knew that within five minutes of walking in the front door of his home, he’d be fucking the shit out of his wife/girlfriend. And all three would play with the women’s tits, thinking about Diesel’s larger and much firmer pecs. And they’d pound their dicks into those pussies like jackrabbits.

As “the new kid” on the crew, Diesel knew that even though in many ways he outshone everyone else, it was still his job to do cleanup at the end of the day, and Karl traditionally was the last to leave the work site. As Diesel shuffled around the barn picking up the empty beer bottles & caps, stacked loose pieces of lumber, electrical equipment and other tools, Karl struggled to find a way to start the conversation about firing Diesel. He found himself wanting to put all his focus on just watching the blonde muscleboy as he moved around the barn doing the cleanup. Diesel had hitched up his shorts from the obscenely low point they’d gotten to, but that didn’t stop Karl from eyeing Diesel’s twin ass mounds and his amazing package. Karl didn’t understand why he saw the kid’s sweaty beer sprayed body in the shorts and old work boots as so damned sexy. By now, Diesel had some wood chips stuck on his body from the cleanup work, and even those small additions to his skin heightened his appeal in Karl’s eyes.

Diesel was nervous now that he was alone with his boss. He could sense that something was up but couldn’t put his finger on it. He knew that Mr. Vronski was trying to bring something up in conversation so while doing his work, he started telling his boss about how much he appreciated the job; that it was good pay; that he enjoyed the labor; that he most appreciated Karl allowing him to fit his work schedule around his sports training schedule. He lied and talked about wanting to save as much money as he could for college, knowing that if he ever actually went to college, he’d only be going where he could get a full ride off one of his sports. He’d find ways to get more money once he got to college.

“So, you do wrestling, football and swimming. Isn’t that a lot to do?” asked Karl out of pure nervousness, appreciating the momentary detour from going the firing route.

“Yeah, I do all three. It’s not hard at all though because I enjoy them all, especially wrestling.”

“The wrestlers I see on TV seem mostly like just big oafs who push each other around and yell a lot. I don’t remember ever seeing one that had…you know…your kind of muscles.”

“You’re right, Mr. Vronski. Most wrestlers go for pure bulk. It’s always been pretty easy for me to build muscles and I’ve found that doing that works to my advantage in my meets. I like to think that my muscles showing so much intimidates my partners.”

“Hey, what you’ve got between your legs would be intimidating enough, Diesel” said Karl with a nervous laugh, averting his eyes from Diesel.

“Fuck! How could I have been reading this guy so wrong? He fuckin’ wants me!” shot through Diesel’s mind like a bullet. He immediately put a plan into place.

“Funny you should say that, Mr. Vronski. I know it may sound a little sick, but there’s some truth in that. There have been a number of matches where at a critical moment I find a way to press ‘what’s between my legs’ against the guy and it distracts him just long enough for me to move in for the kill.”

Karl felt a pulse of precum burp out of his cock. Again, he realized that the thought of this kid in control of a situation somehow excited him.

“You know, Mr. Vronski, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you look to be in pretty good shape yourself. I know runnin’ the business keeps you pretty busy and you don’t go to a gym, but you look to be in really good shape…really good. You don’t have one of those gym bunny bodies. You’ve got one where each muscle has earned its right to be where it is through natural hard labor.”

Karl laughed, “Yeah, that’s me, Mr. Body Beautiful. Actually, thanks for the compliment, Diesel. But I’m an old man of 36 with one foot in the grave.”

“No, you’re wrong there, Mr. Vronski. You deserve to be very proud of both your business and your body. You’ve worked really hard on both, but you’re only seeing the work you’ve done in business. You should appreciate what you’ve done for you body…other people do.”

At this point, Diesel had just about finished the clean up. He had taken two of the last beers, opened them, and handed one to Karl. They stood facing each other. Karl stared openly at Diesel’s body. He had to control himself from reaching out and touching the hot hard skin.

“I mean, sure, my body’s not one that’s often kicked to the curb, but you’re no curb kisser either,” laughed Diesel as he lifted his bottle toward Karl. They clinked, and each took a long swallow.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Diesel!” joked Karl.

“I’m serious, Mr. Vronski.” Sensing it was the right moment, Diesel stepped into the lead role, “C’mon, take your shirt off. I want to prove something,” said Diesel, reaching for Karl with his free hand.

“That’s enough, Diesel, don’t be stupid,” said Karl as he jerked backward. Karl saw a look of embarrassment on Diesel’s face. “That’s okay, kid. I really appreciate the nice things you’re saying, but I’ve been out to pasture for a while and don’t see myself leaving it.”

“You’re young, Mr. Vronski! You gotta stop thinkin’ that way. Believe me, I can tell you got plenty of kick left in you. Please…take your shirt off…I want to prove something to you,” said Diesel pleadingly. In his alcohol impaired state, Karl decided to go along with the game, not realizing he didn’t know any of the rules, and that he was doomed to lose. He took his shirt and t-shirt off. Diesel was in control.

Diesel was actually right about Karl’s body. He was a hottie, but didn’t realize it. He still had a full head of hair and his torso was covered with the classic “hot guy” mat of a thick clump in the center of his chest with a feathering trail snaking around his pecs and a v-shape downward ending in a perfect treasure trail disappearing at his belt buckle.

Diesel took a small step toward Karl and began touching his own body while talking, “Sure, I’ve worked out to get all these muscles to look the way they look. I also know that I was blessed with good genes. You got good genes too, boss. I mean, look at that six pack of yours.” Diesel broke the barrier by putting his hand on Karl’s stomach. Karl took in a sudden suck of air as the hot paw touched his skin, but he stood his ground.

Rubbing Karl’s six-pack, Diesel continued, “You know how many guys your age, and even younger, would give anything to have a six-pack like this?” asked Diesel, staring unblinking into Karl’s eyes. “And these pecs, these are beauties, boss. You know that?” asked Diesel as both hands moved to Karl’s chest, massaging the skin slowly.

“But I might as well be flat chested, compared to the set you’ve got on you, Diesel,” said Karl, not breaking eye contact.

Diesel smiled a big toothy grin. “You mean these?” he asked as he started to make his pecs dance for Karl. Diesel had long ago developed the skill of making his pecs dance at will. He sometimes entertained himself in front of the mirror making them dance to whatever song was on the radio.

Karl’s eyes finally left Diesel’s and moved to the bouncing masses of pec meat. They seemed to be moving in slow motion. Karl’s mind could almost hear a thumping noise each time Diesel relaxed a pec and it bounded downward, sending a ripple toward a shoulder each time. Thump…thump…thump…thump…thump thump…thump.

“Go ahead, you’re the boss…boss,” said Diesel in a whisper.

Karl took a step toward Diesel, his hands moved toward Diesel’s bouncing tits as if they were magnets. Just before touching them, he saw the very faint red marks where his daughter’s nails had punctured the flesh a week before. Anger flared along with desire in Karl’s mind. He grabbed the flesh and squeezed. He squeezed hard. He held his breath and squeezed even harder.

“Yeah, that’s it, boss. Show these jugs who’s boss,” whispered Diesel, surprised as how firm Karl’s grip was. Diesel reached behind Karl and started rubbing his closed fists up and down each side of Karl’s back. Every few rotations, he let his hands slide lower and lightly rubbed Karl’s ass through his jeans.

Karl’s right hand released one of Diesel’s mounds, formed a fist, cocked it, and slammed lightly into the flesh. Then again. Harder this time. His left hand started doing the same thing. Harder and harder he pounded, watching the skin ripple upward toward each of Diesel’s shoulders in reply.

“Yes…yes, boss…pound ‘em good,” ordered Diesel. While Karl vented his anger on the slabs of flesh, Diesel left off his back and ass rubbing and worked open Karl’s belt buckle and jeans. Diesel then grabbed Karl’s shoulders, pushed him away slightly and squeezed the shoulders hard, bringing Karl out of his punching fury. Karl glared at Diesel, panting and covered in sweat.

“Strip, boss…I want to show you more proof of what a stud you are!”

Both of them began stripping quickly. In no time, Karl’s pants, underwear, boots and socks landed on top of his shirt and t-shirt. Diesel took off his shorts and boots, but kept the old dirty, and now quite soggy jockstrap on. They stood facing each other, Karl panting in a heat with a respectably long hard on standing straight up, Diesel coolly examining his prey.

“Sweet! You’re uncut, boss. That’s really sexy. You Europeans know how to leave well enough alone. Wanna dock?”

“Dock?”

“Oh, man, you’re gonna love this, boss. Trust me. It’s a trip to heaven on a jet!”

Diesel pulled down the front of his jock, locking it underneath his dick and balls. The pressure forced his package to stand out more than it usually did. He took hold of his hardening dick, stepped up to Karl, and took hold of the man’s steel hard cock.

“You got all this extra skin here to slide around,” said Diesel as he began pumping Karl’s rod. Karl stood there frozen, having a hard time swallowing the fact that moments ago he was trying to fire this kid and he was now naked in front of him with the kid yanking his dick. But it felt sooooo good to have his dick yanked, and to be doing what the kid told him to do.

“Watch this…feel this,” said Diesel as he brought the tips of the two cocks together, his own member dwarfing Karl’s decent sized piece. Their precum mixed as their dickheads slid against each other, dick lips kissing. Diesel pulled Karl’s foreskin toward his own dick. Karl’s eyes opened wide as he watched his foreskin move forward and stretch out over Diesel’s huge dickhead. Diesel then moved the foreskin back off his dick onto Karl’s, his fist forming a tube between the two dicks. He repeated the move. Karl took in a sharp breath as he felt his dick skin sliding onto the hot foreign skin of the kid’s. And then off again. Diesel had a rhythm going that Karl unconsciously followed with his breathing. The sensations Karl was feeling in his dick were indescribable. They sent shocks of pleasure racing all over his body. Karl instinctively grabbed Diesel’s shoulders both to steady himself and because he had an overwhelming urge to feel some male muscle right then. As he approached orgasm, Karl’s entire body actually started to shake. Diesel sensed Karl’s impending climax and while holding the foreskin as far as he could onto his own pulsing dick, he reached behind Karl’s balls with his other hand and massaged the flesh there.

That was all it took. Karl felt the cum shooting out of his dick with an intensity he’d never felt before – over and over and over. As soon as he started shooting, he let go of Diesel’s shoulders. Diesel’s hand left Karl’s dick area and grabbed Karl’s shoulder to steady him. Karl stared forward at Diesel’s chest as he breathed raggedly.

“Look,” said Diesel as he glanced down between them. Karl’s eyes moved down Diesel’s arm reaching between them. The muscles were tensed; Diesel’s forearm looked like it was covering rows of steel cable. The real shock came when Karl’s eyes fell to Diesel’s hand that was on their dicks. He had his thumb and forefinger wrapped tightly around his own dick, with Karl’s foreskin pulled onto it. Karl’s foreskin bulged on his side of Diesel’s hand – bulging with his own load. All that cum he spewed was being kept warm and fresh underneath his skin. Diesel rubbed the top of the bulging skin lightly with a couple of fingers of his other hand.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it? Watch when I let it go,” said Diesel. He released his grip but kept his open hand there for Karl’s load to land on. It was quite a load. Diesel brought his cupped hand up to his face and took a sniff while staring at Karl, “Smells nice, real nice.” Diesel stuck his tongue into the murky white fluid and sucked his tongue back in his mouth. He closed his eyes and smiled.

Diesel slapped his hand onto Karl’s six-pack and rubbed the creamy load all over the firm flesh. Karl’s chin jutted forward and his mouth dropped open slightly. The men stared at each other without talking. Diesel accompanied the rubbing of Karl’s flesh with a low mmmmmmm sound. He then brought his hand up to Karl’s face and gently put his thumb in Karl’s open mouth. Karl sucked hungrily. Diesel stepped in closer. His hanging meat slapped against Karl’s cum soaked cock. As he brought his face closer to Karl’s, he took his thumb from Karl’s mouth, held onto his chin and pressed his open mouth against Karl’s. Their tongues danced. Diesel maneuvered Karl till he was pressed up against the center post of the barn.

“Let’s try something, boss,” said Diesel excitedly as he broke the kiss. Diesel knew that Karl wanted him to take control.

“Sure,” Karl croaked as he lost himself in the pleasure of Diesel’s hard body pressing against his own. Diesel’s dick felt like a warm animal pressing against his own dick, trying to keep it warm. Diesel picked up a loose piece of rope and tied Karl’s arms by the wrists behind the post, locking lips with Karl to distract him. It worked. Diesel used a knot that he knew Karl would be able to easily untie. But he also knew that Karl would let himself stay tied up.

“We’re gonna keep this ride goin’, aren’t we?” said Diesel as he put his hands on Karl’s shoulders, forcing the older man to a kneeling position. Karl was still in a sexual haze and didn’t realize what was going on. Diesel started rubbing his dick around Karl’s face, along his ears, under his chin and into his hair. Then he fisted his dick and started slapping Karl’s face with it.

“Yeah! Bossman wants the hog, doesn’t he? Look at the hog jumping around excited about where he’s gonna get to go. Look at the hog juicing himself up…getting ready.” Diesel continued to dickslap Karl. His precum started to leave telltale drops on Karl’s face. Diesel laughed as he poked Karl’s eyes with his dickhead every few slaps. Karl’s body went into auto drive and somehow knew what the next step was. He opened his mouth, moving his head with the slapping trying to trap the monster.

“The hog will make you happy in a minute, boss. Let him jump around a bit more. He always feels best riding down somebody’s throat after he’s tired himself a bit hopping around.”

Suddenly, Diesel’s dickslit was hovering an inch from Karl’s open mouth. As Karl’s hot breath rolled over the dickhead, a dollop of precum spewed out and fell onto Karl’s own rigid dick.

“Home to papa,” whispered Diesel as he launched his missile forward. Karl’s mouth opened wide and sucked in the entire head.

“Rub your tongue around it…yeah…yeah…keep doin’ that…,” said Diesel, holding on to Karl’s head, with his own tilted back slightly staring off outside the barn. Diesel then started pressing forward, urging Karl to take more. Karl was fine with a few inches going in and out. When Diesel pressed for more, Karl growled in response.

Pulling his dick out, Diesel leaned down and took hold of Karl’s chin. Spittle ran from Karl’s mouth onto Diesel’s hand. “Listen up, boss. This is gonna happen. You got off, and now it’s my turn. You can enjoy this or not, it’s your choice. But don’t gimme no lip…or teeth. Comprende, senor?” asked Diesel with a smile. He let go of Karl’s chin. Karl nodded almost imperceptibly. “Good boy,” said Diesel as he reached down further and gave Karl a sloppy kiss, running his tongue around the inside of Karl’s mouth. “Here’s your reward,” said Diesel as he stood up and turned around presenting his ass to Karl. He pulled his muscular cheeks apart and Karl spied the winking pucker.

“Aaahhhhhhhhh,” came out of Diesel’s mouth as Karl’s tongue starting probing his asscrack. “Stick it in,” groaned Diesel as he pressed his ass to Karl’s face, pressing the back of Karl’s head to the post. Karl’s face was firmly pressed between Diesel’s cheeks; his tongue darted in and out of Diesel’s asshole. He ignored the faint taste of shit. Diesel further rewarded Karl by leaning down between his legs and stroking Karl’s hard cock, which belched out a load of precum on the first pump, coating Diesel’s hand.

Karl got so close so fast, that Diesel only pumped him for about 60 seconds. He then had to let Karl’s pulsing jerking cock rest for about a minute before attacking it again. Fifteen minutes later, Diesel stood up and turned around. Karl was so into sucking ass that his head was still straining forward in the air away from the post seeking those warm cheeks to be pressing on his face once again.

“Taste good, boss? You did a good job. Look how happy you made the hog,” said Diesel, holding his hardening cock in front of Karl’s face. Diesel brought his hand to Karl’s face. The hand he’d been beating off Karl with. It shone with Karl’s precum. He shoved three fingers into Karl’s gaping mouth, allowing him to suck his own precum off the digits. He then wiped his hand all around Karl’s face and hair, getting rid of more of the precum.

“The hog wants to go home again,” said Diesel as he brought his battering ram to Karl’s lips once again. Karl’s lips parted like the Red Sea and Diesel’s dick shot forward like a chariot over wet sand. This time, he didn’t care about Karl at all. This time he just wanted to fuck a warm mouth until he came. This time he had Karl’s head banging against the post in no time, his dick never giving Karl a break.

Diesel’s grunts were as loud as the choking gags that Karl made. Diesel looked down at one point and was impressed that he was able to get almost two thirds of his snake down Karl’s throat. Every few strokes, he’d reach down, put a hand on Karl’s throat, shove forward, hold still, and feel his cockhead in Karl’s throat. Karl’s body would spasm in response. His head and neck were bright red. Tears streamed from his eyes. Diesel just saw them as more lube for his ride.

As Diesel’s climax approached, he grabbed his tits and pulled fiercely on them, tugging them in time with his thrusts. He screamed as his load barreled out of his piss slit straight into Karl’s stomach. Diesel always had big loads. After two shots directly to the stomach, Diesel started pulling his dick out. One of his many pleasures was the feeling of pulling his dick out of a warm tight throat while he was cumming. He grabbed Karl’s head as the exquisite feeling took over his entire body. Finally, once completely out of Karl’s mouth, he shot a few smaller spurts, one landing on Karl’s face, the other two on his chest. Karl of course had passed out. His head hung limply to the side when Diesel let go of it. “Yeah…this guy wants it,” though Diesel.

Grabbing Karl by his ankles, Diesel pulled him forward so he was stretched out flat on the barn floor, arms stretched above with wrists still tied behind the post. Diesel could see that Karl was breathing shallowly. He walked over, grabbed a long neck from the cooler, took the cap off, and downed it without taking a breath. He walked back over and stood over the prone figure. He had the urge to piss and debated about letting go on his boss, but figured if he was still passed out, he wouldn’t wake up from the warm piss hitting him and Diesel didn’t want his boss to miss out on that. Instead, he got down on the ground and laid on top of Karl. Diesel enjoyed the contact with his boss’ hard warm body. He really was hot for being 36 years old. And he was definitely hotter than that bitch of a daughter he had, Diesel thought. Guys could take so much more than women. And they were always more grateful for what Diesel had to offer.

“Wake up, Mr. Vronski. The hog is real proud of the way you treated him. You were real good to him…real good. Rides not over, c’mon, wake up. It’s time to have some more fun,” whispered Diesel into Karl’s ear as he slid his body on top of the prone figure, grinding their crotches together. Diesel started kissing Karl. He ran his tongue around and in one of Karl’s ears, continuing to whisper encouragements. Karl started to come around and finally opened his eyes.

After realizing where he was and what had just happened, and seeing Diesel’s smiling face hovering inches about his own, a groaned, “Nooooooooooooo,” came out of his mouth.

“No? Did you say No, boss? That’s a bad boss. That’s a word only I say. Your job is to say Yes. Isn’t that right?” asked Diesel as he reached down to squeeze and pull Karl’s dick and balls. Karl’s eyes slammed shut in pain.

“I can’t hear you, boss,” said Diesel as he really yanked on Karl’s package, amazed he didn’t pull it off.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssss!” screamed Karl.

“That’s a good boss.” Diesel released his hold on Karl, moved both hands underneath Karl’s ass, and started caressing it gently. “You got a real nice ass. I’ve always liked watching it while we worked. It’s a hard ass. It’s a man’s ass. It’s mine.”

Diesel stood up, found his gym bag and pulled out the same tube of liquid Karl had seen him use when he fucked Reilly. Stifling the urge to beg No to Diesel, not wanting to feel that excruciating pain in his crotch again, he just started telling himself that it just wasn’t going to happen. Someone would walk in the barn and stop this. They had to.