Knight in Shining Tow Truck - 3. Chapter 3

John gives me a wicked smile and pulls my hand causing my body to fall into his as he kisses me roughly.

I can taste the smoke and whiskey on his lips as I lean up to push my tongue into his mouth.

I can't believe this is happening!

If I wasn't so desperate for him I would have been surprised that kissing was allowed. This is not just a straight redneck getting a quick blow job from the city faggot. His tongue in my mouth is all the confirmation I need to release any apprehension. He's staying and I'm going to devour this hunky, musky stud.

We stumble back into the room with our lips connected as our handshake breaks, freeing his large paws to grab my ass while mine find the button of his shorts.

“Wait,” he pants in a sexy, breathy tone as he pulls away from me.

Fuck!

I knew this was too good to be true. I stand frozen in fear that he was about to replace his lips with his fist.

“Let me shower, I stink!” he finally explains.

“No!" I practically yell instantly, "I like it,” I continue with a sly smile, finally relaxing from my frozen, fearful stance.

“I had a feeling you were kind of a pig. Me too,” he admits with a sexy, evil grin and walks toward me, and shoves me back onto the bed.

I wouldn't really describe myself as a pig. Sure, man musk drives me wild, and got kinda turned on when giving golden showers but I never thought that classified me as a pig. Right now though, I don't fucking care. I want to be his pig and call him Daddy.

“Oink,” I teasingly reply from the edge of the bed, smiling up at him.

He laughs as his hands grab the back of my head and pull it forward, gently pressing it into his warm crotch. I inhale with all my might and whisper a long “Fuckkkkkkk” on the exhale.

“That's the way you like a bulge to smell, isn't it? Like a masculine, ripe, sweaty man?” he asks down at me.

“Yeth thir,” my reply is muffled by his shorts while I savor his scent as his hand holds me firmly in place.

I feel his free hand move by my forehead to undo his button fly. My hands find the bottom of his shorts and give a tug, causing the thick, heavy material to slip past my face and reveal the thinner, softer, straining, damp fabric underneath with a much stronger smell.

“Oh fuck!” I moan in delight as I see the bulging, sweaty, stained, white briefs in front of me.

John lets go of my head to step back and kicks the shorts off over his boots. I stare longingly at the stud in front of me pulling off his dirty cut-off tee. Standing there in nothing but a pair of practically threadbare, stained white briefs and his used, worn work boots and baseball hat.

Goddamn, I want to lick every inch of him.

He looks so hot. Hairy and sweaty like a redneck adonis. Even the fact that his deep tan was only from the neck up and shoulders and knees down. The skin underneath his thick, brown fur was pale everywhere his clothes had just been.

I start to unbutton my shirt keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Wife's been away all week. Been wearing these briefs every day,” he offers in a low sexy tone as he grabs his growing bulge for emphasis.

“No deodorant and only been washing my ass. That’s just the way you like it isn’t it? Manly and ripe, not like those gay boys obsessed with hygiene?"

“Exactly," I admit, hypnotized by the sight and smell of him.

This is wild and I’m all in.

“MMMhmm,” John says, smiling down at me, “Come here.”

I stand up and step in front of him. He raises his big arms behind his head, the dense fur damp with sweat in his exposed pits. I can already smell them, stronger than I could in the car.

“Clean them,” he orders in a way that is gentle but stern.

Before he can finish telling me to do so, my face is buried in the thick fur, sniffing and licking up all of his sweaty goodness. His odor is strong and musky and somehow still fresh. It’s so fucking manly, I can’t get enough. I can tell he’s enjoying my face’s dedication while my hands grope at the firm muscles spanning across his back and shoulder.

“That’s right pig.”

Fuck, something about the way he said that get’s me going and I lift my face from the moist cavern only to dive back into the other one.

I don’t know how long I spent on them but all too soon I hear him say "That's enough."

I kiss across the curve of his beefy tit and pause at his perky, pink nipple. Licking around it and then sucking it between my lips, I reach for the other with my fingers. He is moaning in full-on pleasure now. His hands return to my head, holding me in place until moving me to the other one. I could feel his dick reaching out towards me below, straining against the thin dirty fabric. I nibble firmly on his tit making him groan, giving me useful information on how sensitive they are and that they're directly wired to his crotch.

He moved me down the center of his abs slowly, my tongue trailing along the firm flesh covered in salty, matted-down fur. He didn’t have a 6 pack but his belly was solid with a slight curve. I swirl around his belly button making him stifle a giggle as he pushes me further south.

Soon, my tongue feels the thick wiry hairs of his bush that have escaped above the waistband of his briefs. I could taste and smell the sweat that had been building up all day. He pushes my head further and holds it firm. The base of his solid prick is between my nose and top lip and his big warm balls rest against the bottom one. I let my tongue escape my open mouth again to lick at the yellowish, stiff stains in the pouch, all while sniffing deeply.

I was getting high off his scent. The perfect blend of sweaty crotch, piss, and thick precum mixed together at the most stretched-out parts of the tattered underwear.

“You like the way these dirty briefs smell?’

“Oh fuck yeah,” I moan into his warm crotch.

Nuzzling and sniffing against the firming bulge. The taste is just as good I discover as I lick and suck the pouch.

He pushes me a bit further and my nose slides into the stretched-out leg hole and rests under his big, heavy nutsack. I can feel the heat radiating from his body on my face. The hairs on his sweaty sack tickle my nose as I inhale deeply and exhale with low moans of satisfaction. My cock is rock hard in my tight briefs and dress pants, desperate to get out.

I pull back against his grip and put my hands gently on his waistband.

“May I sir?” I ask looking up at him.

His eyes are glimmering with wicked delight. I've never felt so submissive or eager to please before but I've also never been this hungry for a man.

“You may.”

My hands are trembling softly as I start to slide the tattered elastic down over his dense bush exposing the thick base of his cock. Hypnotized, I watch his shaft come into view, inch by inch until it springs free and his heavy hairy balls swing low. The smell of his crotch is stronger now and hitting me like poppers.

John's cock is beautiful and I can’t help but lick my lips when I see it in full. It’s not enormous, probably about seven inches, and proportionately thick, but it's perfect. I am actually relieved, knowing I could definitely swallow this all the way down my throat.

I resist my urges to go straight for his sweaty balls and take the leaking head in my mouth to savor his precum with my tongue. I don’t know why but I wanted to impress this rough stud in a way I’ve never felt before and in one careful, deliberate lean forward I swallowed him down in full. I could feel him expanding my throat as my nose was rewarded with his manly aroma, buried in his thick pubes as I focus on not gagging.

Everything about this guy is so sexy. I am never this turned on when giving head. I like to do it and I’m good at it, but swallowing this straight dude's meaty cock in this seedy motel room is unleashing a different kind of desire.

I started to fuck my mouth on his salty dick, tugging his sweaty sack, oblivious to anything else other than keeping my breathing and swallowing in a rhythm so I don't gag while my throat muscles massage his shaft.

“Fuck, that’s an incredible mouth,” I hear him growl in a low rumble.

I pull off causing a wet pop sound and stroke his wet shaft so I can catch my breath before I work on the furry nuts dangling in front of me. I press my face against them first, rubbing against his skin covered in perspiration, breathing in his musk.

I don’t know why but I have always loved licking and sucking on a pair of big, sweaty nuts, more than sucking a dick, and almost as much as eating a tight hairy ass. I lap at them, tasting the salty flavor of this relative stranger.

I work around the swinging sack, his nuts are big but I’m able to get both in and swirl my tongue around them in my stuffed mouth. I look up at him, his dick arched over my face and he is just looking down at me with a giant smile. I sneak my tongue out underneath and am rewarded with a quick taste as it swipes across his taint, causing him to shudder.

He pulls me off him gently. I stay on my knees, surprised, thinking this was going to be a quick blow and go before he left me with a mouthful of cum to take care of myself. My face and his prick dripping in my spit as I wait for what is next. He leans down and pulls me up by my armpits and then directs me to stand on the creaky bed.

His movements are intentional but not forceful or aggressive. He moves my hands behind my head exposing my damp, shirt-covered armpits and I smell the faint trace of the remaining deodorant in their damp hair. He pulls my unbuttoned shirt back and leans his head in towards one then the other, taking a quick whiff of each.

“Tsk tsk,” he clicks his tongue, staring at me, referring to my deodorant.

I love man stink but know not many others do. I couldn’t smell like my true manly self in front of my conservative clients on this sweltering summer day.

His one hand holds my wrists in my place as his other hand trails down my body fur and lean muscles to my waist.

“Tsk tsk” he makes the sound again, this time referring to the manscaping I had done recently.

I didn’t care one way or another but I noticed the bottoms I fuck preferred a bit of grooming.

The sexy mechanic expertly undoes the button and fly of my pants with one hand, letting them slide down past my briefs to pool around my feet in the stocking socks bunched at my ankles.

“Tsk tsk."

This time I'm not sure what he’s referring to until his hands pull my socks up over my calves while his nose grazes the wet spot rapidly expanding at the front of my briefs. Maybe it was about my briefs though. I had just put the freshly washed pair on this morning after showering.

He steps back slightly and stares at me. I feel exposed but incredibly turned on in nothing but my black bikini briefs, spread-open shirt, and calf-high dress socks with my arms still up.

He gives me a wicked smile followed by a firm shove on my chest, sending me flying back. As my ass and elbows hit the squeaky mattress and my legs fly into the air, sending my slacks past his head, he catches my ankles before they land.

“That’s better,” he growls, looking down at me with that sexy grin I want to sit on.

He guides my sweaty, socked feet together, leans his nose between them, and takes a deep inhale. He exhales a sigh of pleasure and rubs his face all around them roughly before letting them fall to the mattress.

He crawls over me until his cock head is grazing my lips, smearing precum across my lips like chapstick. I can only stare up at him in eager obedience, waiting for my next directive, enjoying this unusual role. He reaches back and pulls my legs up toward him so my calves are hooked in his armpits. He tilts his hips forward and whispers “Open,” forcing his leaking, spongey tip into my eager mouth.

He holds my feet against his face, one on each side taking turns sniffing and licking my sheer fabric-covered soles. It’s such a hot sight above me, this rough and gruff burly stud of a man with my sleek, fancy stockinged feet in his face. I slip my tongue around his mushroom tip on my lips. Slowly, he starts to rock his hips back and forth, gradually feeding me his cock in and out as far into my eager mouth as the awkward position allows.

As he rocks his hips back and forth feeding me his cock, his sniffing and licking becomes more eager and excited, gradually sucking my toes into his mouth. My sweaty, smelly feet are apparently having the same kind of effect on him that his musky crotch has on me. John's groans are almost animalistic as he devours my toes. The whole thing is so hot and feral that my dick is painfully hard, straining to be free of its confinement. I try to hump up to the man's muscular hairy ass hovering just above my crotch. I'm desperate to slide into his straight man hole even though I know it won't happen.

He releases one of my legs, concentrating on the foot half into his mouth. I can feel him sucking and licking and nibbling my toes as the angle of his waist changes allowing for more of his length to work down my throat. His cock was definitely hard but still malleable, not like some that turn to stone, rigid with no give, and harder to manipulate.

He pulls my foot from his mouth, and gives it one final deep sniff with a grunt before releasing it, allowing him to lean forward and start to slowly fuck my face. I do my best from my position and allow him to slide in and out of my throat as my hands move to the muscles behind him, feeling his hairy glutes flex with each thrust.

"Good boy," he moans from above me.

His ass is magnificent! I can feel the furry, soft flesh over dense tissue and muscle. I can’t help but work my fingers toward his damp, hairy trench.

He pulls out from my mouth. This straight man must not like any attention to his butt I think to myself as I catch my breath. I blink and he has spun around so the furry globes are just out of reach of my straining tongue.

His hips adjust and then my nose is in the thicket of hair in his crack.

“Eat this straight, sweaty man cunt,” he growls, turning me on even more with his nasty words.

He doesn't have to tell me twice! His ass is so swampy and ripe but in the most delicious way, not smelling like a nasty shit hole to my relief. The tentative sniffs allow me to confidently and eagerly start licking and sucking at his crack, using my tongue to move the hair away so I can get to his tight pucker.

I am bucking my hips, trying to hump the air, so turned on by being smothered by this stud's ass. I feel his big strong hand rubbing my abs and crotch as I writhe under him, making me moan into him. My sounds are muffled but his moaning is filling the seedy, warm motel room.

All too soon I feel air on my sweat and spit-covered face. He had climbed off me and turned his body to kneel next to me. He grips both wrists in one of his big paws over my head. He leans down, and thinking he is going in for a kiss I part my wet lips staring at his handsome face, dripping in perspiration. His tongue extends and I feel it swipe across my top lip, then the skin above it, then my nose, and all around my face, tasting his own musky ass and crotch off his former seat.

John leans back and spits in my open mouth, and instinctively I spit back up at him. His face is surprised as my saliva makes contact with his lips and then changes to a devious smile. I knew he was shocked that I retaliated, thinking I must be some total submissive faggot from my earlier behavior, and now learned that isn't the case. I'm pretty sure he likes it.

He kisses me hard and his free hand tugs at my briefs.

His lips pull away again as he flips me over and crawls between my legs. he pulls my shirt off and then my briefs and grabs my waist back so my furry bubble is in the air, my nuts swinging between my thighs, and my cock rigid against my abs.

I feel his big paws grabbing my cheeks with his rough hands, spreading them open to get a good look at my tight, pink pucker. I flex it as if winking at him.

“Oh fuck, that’s a beautiful hairy pussy.”

Hearing this manly man refer to my rarely-used hole as a pussy sends a pulse through my groin.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I moan as I feel his tongue dive in, wiggling around inside my tight entrance.

His lips are clamped down and he sucks at my ring while his tongue reaches further. It feels so good I’m not thinking about what will happen next until I feel him pull away and then feel his hard shaft slapping my wet hole.

Fuck, I hadn’t been fucked in so long. I wanted it now, needed it even but without lube and his blessed endowment I was scared he would tear me apart.

I want to say something but I can’t get myself to protest. All of a sudden I feel a cool liquid being drizzled down my crack. I can smell whiskey. I don’t know if that will work as lube but hope it does when I feel his tongue back at my hole, slurping up the alcohol. Maybe it will numb me just enough. I hear him spit and feel it hit my hole, then again as one of his thick fingers massages it into me.

“Such a pretty tight cunt,” he growls.

I look back at the stud kneeling behind me and watch as he spits down onto his cock with his finger still teasing my hole. I flex and pucker against his fingertip as he prepares his dick to enter me.

I’m nervous and can feel fresh beads of sweat forming on my skin, but I want this. I need this. I have fucked enough guys without lube before and they always seem to love it after the initial adjustment, and I’m a bit thicker and longer than the man about to own my ass.

I brace myself and try to relax, arching my back as I feel the tip of his dick press against my practically virgin hole. He pushes in with a gentle force and I can feel his head forcing its way into me. I hiss and pant, trying to push out and relax to let him in as I feel the burning sensation of being spread open.

“Fuck,” he mutters in a low whisper, not stopping his forward movement.

His entire head is in me now, opening me up. I can do this I tell myself, grateful his girth doesn’t widen down his shaft too much. I can feel his head forcing against my second inner ring. There is resistance and he leans in with more force.

“Fuck” I cry out in pain, betraying my desire to be fucked.

His body freezes, pausing his entry while his hand strokes my lower back as I try to adjust.

“You got this boy, just relax,” he says and I feel encouraged.

“Keep going,” I whisper.

He pushes in more and I can’t help but groan as he splits me open. He is more than halfway inside me when I reach back and press against his groin to pause him. I want him to fill me up and breed my unused hole, my cock is rock hard, and dripping against my stomach is proof, I just need a second. Being an experienced top helps me know how to make this work so that a rough fucking will be pleasurable for both of us.

I take my hand away and I feel him ease back slightly then push back in, then out again, spitting down every time until finally, I feel his wiry pubes against my ass.

“Fuck, your cunt is so tight,” he whispers, grinding his hips with his entire shaft finally in me.

I flex my hole and release it over and over until I start to feel some pleasure as the discomfort eases.

“Your cock is so fucking big,” I whisper.

I feel him start to pull out and push back in, slowly at first but gradually building his pace. Every time he pushes back in I can’t help but let out loud yelps. It’s starting to feel good and I relax my head lower as his hips hit my ass with increasing speed.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he moans.

He is pumping into me faster, the pain is almost gone, and his thrusts get more forceful as his hands grip my waist.

He slams into me so hard and rough, it was too much. I lurch my body forward to let his cock slip out fully. Laying in front of him, I look back. There is a look of concern with hints of frustration and disappointment on his face.

“Sorry, just never get fucked," I apologize while rolling over, “Get on your back,” I suggest, determined to finish what we started.

His smile returns as crawls up the bed and rolls his giant body so his back is next to mine.

I swing my leg over him and straddle his waist. His hands reach for my ass cheeks, pulling them apart as mine grip his shaft, lining his head up with my hole. Our eyes are locked on each other's as I feel his head reenter me. I slowly sit lower and lower, allowing him inside.

It’s uncomfortable but better than before. I make my way all the way down, now sitting against his pelvis with his entire length inside me and pressing firmly directly on my prostate. A few deep breaths and flexes of my rings and I am ready to start riding my dirty redneck tow truck driver. His hand is gently rubbing my hard dick as I adjust, patiently letting me take the lead. I’m ready now and he can tell, his lips curling into a smile as I start to raise myself up his shaft and then lower back down.

“Oh fuck yea, milk me with that tight pussy, boy.”

I pick up speed as I bounce up and down, my hands firmly holding onto his big, slick, furry pecs. I can feel the sweat dripping off me and onto him as I ride him. My dick is dripping steadily as his thickness massages forcefully against my prostate.

Fuck, this feels good.

“Fucking going to fill you up boy,” he groans.

I want that, I want his load shooting deep inside me and the thought of being bread by this sexy hick is so hot it's getting me closer. I keep bouncing on him, fucking him into me as fast as I can tolerate, feeling the three days of cum churning in my balls without even touching my cock.

“Fuck I’m close” I moan and go to reach for my cock.

His hand catches mine and pulls it towards him. I can feel him thrust up into me, meeting my strokes and intensifying the assault on my spot.

“Yeah boy, shoot that fucking jizz all over me” he encourages.

My whole body is overwhelmed, all of my senses indulged in pleasure in the stuffy, hot motel room filled with the slapping sound of our skin and the ripe smells of man.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I moan on repeat as I feel my cum ready to shoot from my cock as it bounces freely.

My pulsing cock starts spraying across the hairy, sweaty muscles below me. I can see my spunk land on his chin from the periphery of my gaze while our eyes are locked. I’m moaning and crying out like a bitch, the sound vibrating through the room as I continue to cover him in an unstoppable repetition of blasts as he pistons up into me. I can feel my hole clenching as each rope shoots from my dick and audibly splatter across him.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I manage to beg in the middle of the first and longest, full-body, hands-free orgasm I’ve ever had.

“Fuck boy, You want me to breed you?”

“Fuck yeah, fill me up.”

I can feel his body flex below me as his lips reach up and kiss me. His hands gripping my waist hard as he slams up into me.

“Fuck, here it comes!” he growls, pulling away from my lips.

I can feel his cock flex and pulse inside me as he unloads. I can actually feel his powerful spurts hitting my insides and it’s turning me on in a whole new way.

“Oh fuck yeah, load me up stud, fill my pussy!”

If I wasn’t so in the moment I would’ve been surprised at my words and how easily they were spilling from my lips.

After what felt like a solid thirty seconds of his cock pumping me full of cum, he slowed his rhythm. Panting as he lies motionless on the bed, still lodged in my spunk-filled cunt.

I reach behind me curious and am surprised there isn’t much cum leaking between his shaft and my hole but the little bit I find I bring to my lips for a taste, making him smile.

When the energy softens in the room, both of us breathing steadily again, I move to dismount from him.

“Careful, there might be a flood,” he says watching me as his rigid dick starts to slip from my hole.

When it’s just the tip left inside me I understand what he meant and I can feel the bucket of cum he just deposited filled me with start to leak out, running from my tender ring.

“Oh fuck,” I say and clench my hole suddenly not wanting to lose any more.

“Told ya,” he chuckles.

I’m standing over him, admiring the hairy adonis sprawled out below. His body fur is matted in a mess of sweat and my thick dick cream, his cock slimy and glistening with his own.

I feel the urge to get on my knees next to him and start licking him clean but resist. I’ve fucked around with plenty of straight guys in the past and this is usually when they start to feel guilt or shame and want no contact with another guy, even if they did just have the best nut from getting fucked by me.

“I’ll grab a towel,” I say and hop off the bed towards the bathroom.

I catch my sweaty disheveled reflection and smile. Before reaching for the towel, in the privacy of the bathroom, I find my hand reaching back towards my crack, fingers gingerly touching the slightly puffy muscle, sliding past it to feel the cummy, wet entrance. My cock, softer after the mind-blowing orgasm moments before, was now fully rigid again.

“I have a better idea,” I hear from behind me and look up like a dear caught in headlights with my finger lodged inside me.