"Just find somewhere, stud. I don't care where."

From Create Your Own Story

The massive man grins at you, and drives out of the parking lot with a spray of gravel. He drives for about five minutes, turning off the main road almost immediately and then taking a few turns that lead into what soon becomes back roads. Finally, he pulls onto a side road, and drives for a few minutes more, eventually coming to what looks like a series of empty warehouses. Most of the lights here are out, though a few still cast a yellow glow over the pavement. He drives his truck around between two of the large buildings, and then comes to a stop once out of sight of the road. He turns off the truck, looking at you.

"No one around here at this time of night," he says, and gets out of the truck.

You get out of your side of the truck, and close the door. The Bull has walked to the back of the truck, and when you join him, you see he's already undone his belt and fly, and his beer-can cock hangs heavily across his fly. As you approach, he takes his meat in one hand, stroking himself, and glares at you.

"Well?" he snaps.

You sink to your knees, and try once again to put the huge dick into your mouth. He'd softened somewhat, so you have a slightly easier time at first, but as his cock hardens in your mouth and his rough hands take the back of your head, you're quickly back where you left off - feeling your throat swallow the stud's cockhead, and feeling the panic of not being able to breathe around it while he grinds your face into his pubic hair.

You gag on his cock, and he relents long enough for you to suck in a breath through your nose, keeping the end of his shaft and his cock head in your mouth. You can taste his precum, salty and slick, and he lets out a long, low moan when you bury your face on his dick again, swallowing the end of his meat.

"Fuck, you're a good cocksucker," he growls. His hands clench painfully in your hair, and your eyes water. You slide back and forth on his dick, never quick comfortable with the girth of the massive tool, but not choking, though you always feel you're on the edge of it.

He enjoys your mouth for a while, then tugs you off his cock, slapping the heavy meat across your face. The weight of it is incredible against your forehead and cheek.

"You gonna take it?" he growls.

You nod, licking at his balls with your tongue. He grunts.

"Get up," he says. You stand, and he lowers the back of the pickup, reaching across and opening one of the two compartments. His biceps flex as he pulls out a toolbox, and a tarp. He throws the tarp over the edge of the folded down door, and then opens the toolbox. He rummages in it, finding a bottle of lube, and grunts to himself. He pushes you over the edge of the opened pickup hatch, undoes your jeans, and yanks them and your underwear down past the back of your knees.

"No one around," he says, squirting some of the lube between your ass cheeks and rubbing it into your hole with two rough fingers. "Be as loud as you like." He leans over you, his voice dropping to a growl. "I like hearing you."

You nod, shivering in something between fear and anticipation.

You hear him squirt the lube onto his massive cock, and then feel the thick cockhead at your ass.

"Fuck," you groan. Your legs are already shaking.

He pushes his monster cock at your hole, and you hiss, breathing out through your teeth. He's massive! The cockhead alone stretches your hole more than you've ever felt, and you reflexively grind against the tarp, trying to get away from his dick. He continues to push, and you feel his cockhead slip inside you, making your whole body nearly convulse with the sensation. His shaft stretches your hole so much you see stars, and you press your face against the tarp, gripping the material in both hands beside your head, and let out short bursts of breath, your whole body shaking, and breaking out in a sweat.

"Fuck," you yelp, "Fuck!"

"Yeah," the Bull's voice rumbles behind you, his rough hands tight on your waist, holding you in place as you arch your back in an attempt to slow down his entry, "Take it, fucker. Take it..."

Your head thrashes back and forth, but the man's cock continues to press into you, and you grunt and groan and swear and whimper. The Bull's muscular arms press down on the small of your back. You feel like he's splitting you in half with his cock, and the heat that spreads between your legs is unbelievably intense. When his cock hits the deepest you've ever taken a cock before, you whimper out, "Oh God!" and then he keeps pressing into you.

Finally, you feel the Bull's torso against your ass, and his denim clad thighs press against the back of yours. The sudden heat of his balls against your ass makes you gasp out loud.

"Yeah, boy, good boy," the Bull says, buried deep inside you further than anything you've ever felt. "You like that?"

"God!" is all you can gasp.

"Yeah," he laughs. "A god's cock." He pulls his waist back from you a little, pulling his dick back, and then pushes back into you. "A god's dick fucking you."

The sensation is overwhelming - his massive meat moving inside you - and your hands clench the tarp, your head tossing form side to side.

He pushes in and out of you again, a little faster, and you groan.

"Gonna fuck you now, boy," the Bull says.

"Yes!" you yelp, unable to help yourself. "Please!" The sensation is intense, painful, and yet you're getting hard again at his assault.

The Bull's relentless, now that he's inside you. He pulls his cock half way out with every thrust, then pushes back into you, putting all of his muscle behind every thrust. You gag and writhe, pinned by his massive meat, and your cock, which had softened during the painful entry, gets rock hard again as his monster cock slams deep into you and rubs back and forth against your stretched ass. He takes your shoulders in his hands, pulling you so you arch your back, and your arms shake at staying somewhat upright while his dick spears you. Then he rams you form behind with angry, violating thrusts that shove his cock into you so deep you can barely catch your breath. You're shirt is stuck to you with your sweat, and feel the strength of his massive body in every thrust.

You don't know if you can make it much longer, and your head droops. "Please," you yell. "Please!" You're not sure what else to say.

The massive man grips your shoulders tight. "You want me to breed your hole deep, don't you, cocksucker?" He rams his cock in deep, and you gasp.

"Yes!"

He thrusts a few more times with his monster cock, and then, without warning, he pulls out completely, making you nearly scream with the pain. He grips your shoulders and throws you over, rolling you onto your back. You look up at him through teary eyes, stunned. He's a fucking giant, his neck thick and red, veins standing at attention. His face glares down at you with a mix of anger and arousal, and you're not sure which emotion is going to win. His thick arms take your legs and spread them, tugging your jeans off your right leg to spread you wide. His rock hard cock presses at your battered hole.

"Beg me," he growls. His red shirt is dark with sweat.

"Breed me!" you beg him. "Breed my hole deep, please!"

He rams his meat back in all the way, and you gray out for a moment with the pain of the violation. But you breathe through it, and look up at the massive man, in awe of his body, feeling his cock ram you deep. In four more angry thrusts you feel his cock throb inside you - and the Bull's seed fills your ass with four hot spurts. He bellows, and the sensation and sound tips you over the edge, your cock erupting across your t-shirt in two hot spurts of your own. The massive man grunts again, pushing his cock in deep, then pulls out, his dick slick with lube and spunk. He lets your legs go, and you let them fall on either side of the massive man, hanging off the back of the pick-up, your ass aching and burning with the pounding you just took.

"Holy fuck," you breathe.

The Bull laughs, "Yeah." He steps back, and wipes his massive meat on the edge of the tarp before he shoves it back into his jeans, zipping up.

You slide off the end of the truck, wincing as you feet hit the ground, and he turns you around with his rough hands, surprising you. He grabs your ass, sliding two fingers roughly into your slick hole, and you yell from the pain. He laughs, and spins you around again, shoving his fingers into you mouth. You suck them, eating his cum of his fingertips. He pushes his fingers deep into your mouth, and you suck and lick at them.

He grins, tugging his fingers from your mouth and slapping your left cheek. "Fuck, cocksucker, you and me are gonna be good friends. Pull up your jeans, I'll give you a ride home. You give me your number."

You shake, and comply. As you climb into the truck beside him, he wraps one thick arm around your neck and tugs you onto his shoulder.

"Next time I won't be so gentle," he says. "Fuck you proper."

You shake.

That was gentle?

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)