[Gruntraq] Nasty Hookup With Victor

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Another true hookup recollection from my youth.

I had a few chance encounters when I was going to tech school in Texas. I was fresh out of high school and horny as hell. I had traveled home to Northern California for 3 day weekend in the summer. My straight roommate from school traveled with me as he was also from my hometown. I dropped him off as soon as I got to town and we went our separate ways.

It was a great time visiting my family and partying with my stomping ground stoner buddies. I had a couple fuck buddies from high school I tried to hook up with but they were nowhere to be found. One joined the Navy and the other one I could not reach.

My experience with Victor happened the last night I was in town. My stoner buds and I we were all over at dope dealer Johnny’s place. I was all packed up and ready to head back to Texas, but wanted to tip a last few and twist one up and stock up on some mean California Humboldt Green to take back with me. There were a number of other older guys there partying at Johnny’s too, mostly construction workers who clung to Johnny because he sold crank. My friends and I spent most of the night standing in the driveway out in front of his open garage drinking and smoking.

As the night drew late, my pals got tired and went home. I should have been hitting the road as my roommate was expecting me to pick him up late tonight for the drive back to Texas. But I decided to hang out as I had been shooting it with a older guy there. Victor and I had talked off an on during the night, but after my pals left it was down to just he and I. Johnny was still floating around, but his old lady was hen pecking him to come to bed. Victor was pretty hot and I was having a good time hanging with him. I hadn’t even thought about getting lucky with him, just enjoying his company.

Victor was married and about 35-40, twice my age. He was a hot Latin stud with a healthy bravado and meaty build. He worked in construction and was the icon of blue collar machismo. His rough pockmarked skin, stubbled face and sharp handlebar goatee framed his square jaw line with a masculinity that I found quite alluring. He had wavy shoulder length black hair which was the style back in the late 1980's. He gave off a dangerous aura and I was a little intimidated.

It was well after midnight and we were both pretty stoned. As the conversation began to dry up, Victor finally looked my way and asked, “So you get a lot of pussy down in Texas?” The way he looked at me when he asked immediately made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. My gut told me where this was headed. “No”, I replied. “I am too busy with school and work to get laid much”.

Victor took a swig of his beer and nodded. “You must jack off a lot then huh?”. I nodded and stared into the night sky. In his sexy Latin accent he said, “I jack off all the time, three or four times a day”. Surprised at his open admission I looked up at him. His gaze was lingering on me gauging my reaction. “There’s nothing wrong with it you know, it really helps relieve stress”, he continued as he took another swig of his beer.

He then stepped over to me and leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat coming from his chest. “You ever like jack off with your buddies?” I swallowed nervously and took in a deep breath. He cocked his head and remained face to face, just inches between us. “It’s ok man, nothing wrong with a couple guys helping each other get off”, he offered. “It don’t mean you’re a fag or nothing." I finally let out a laugh and nodded, “Yeah sometimes when we're fucked up and watching pornos or something ”.

In reality I had already done a whole lot more than that with a number of dudes. But I didn’t know this rough stranger I just met at a dope dealer's place that well. Victor backed off and smiled, letting out a guttural jeer. “See, you know what I mean then, just a couple guys helping each other out huh? It's fun to see what your buddies dicks look like anyway.” I took a deep drink of my beer and looked back at him nervously. He rubbed his crotch and continued in his deep and sexy Latin tone, “Boy I sure wish I could jack off right now man, I am horny as fuck!” My cock pinged as I saw him clasping his package through his faded jeans.

Looking back at me he stared into my eyes with a wanting and said, “You want to go find a place and jack off ?“ My heart raced in nervous excitement. He continued confidently, “You must be dying to bust your nut too." I stood there hesitating and just looking blank. "Come on, lets go somewhere just you and me?” he begged.

I got a dose of spine and ignored my fears. “Sure OK," I said. Victor smiled, “Right on!” We both grabbed a few beers from the ice chest and took off in my car. Just around the corner from Johnny’s house was a wooded field where you could get cover for just about anything. I drove off the main road down the dirt path and hit my lights. As I crept toward the canopy of the large oak trees, I could smell Victor’s musky scent filling my car in the summer air.

Once we stopped the car, we both got out and set our beers on the hood. Standing by the front bumper, he took the lead and peeled his worn T-shirt off and threw it on the car. I was getting horny and stiff in my jeans but was still a little nervous as I had never been with a older man this rough and scary before. Victor said, “Dude don’t be nervous, take your shirt off and relax”. As I peeled my T-Shirt off, he unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it loose, letting the ends dangle as he unbuttoned his 501’s. Running his hand across his sweaty lightly haired chest, he sank his other hand into his underwear and clutched his meat. He let out a sexy grunt. “Uummmm, that feels good”

Leaning back on my car across from him I began slowly unbuttoning my pants and pulling my hardening dick from my underwear. Seeing his well proportioned tattooed chest made me reel. As he pulled his hardening tool from his briefs I was shocked to see for the first time a fat uncut Latin cock. He pulled on it a couple of times and it quickly came to size. Handling himself he looked up at me and saw me watching. “Want to see it?” He nodded at me as if to say it was OK. “Have a closer look bro.”

He then stepped closer to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on his rubbery uncut meat. In his Latin drawl he eased my tension, “It’s ok man, go ahead and check it out. It don’t bite.” Feeling electricity though me, I wrapped my hand around his thick hairy shaft and gently squeezed it. “Oh yeah man, that feels good. Keep doing that man”. While I handled his thick member, his hands began fondling my own package. His rough skinned construction worker hands wrapped around my stiff cock and he gave it a good couple of pulls. I am only about 6” but he liked what he felt. “Nice cock bro”, he said. Confidently coming on to me he looked into my eyes and said, “You want to do more than jack off together?"

While I was turned on I was scared as shit, out in the woods with a rough stranger. This guy could be anyone, a murderer. So my heart was racing as my brain came to terms with what to do next. "Like what?", I asked with hesitation. "You wannn a suck my dick?" he offered. I wanted to but I was still nervous. In my naïve buzzdom I reasoned that he was married and must be safe. I looked down at his thick hairy uncut cock in my hands and then back up to his eyes and nodded.

He smiled and said, “Right on bro”. As I knelt down in front of him and got my face up to his stinky tool, the stench of his piss, sweat and grunge almost knocked me back. “Go ahead bro, it's OK” He then grabbed my skull with his rough hands and pulled my face into his meat. I began slowly mouthing and licking his head and foreskin. He was the rankest tasting dick I had ever experience at that point. It was ranchy. But before I knew it I was slithering my tongue into his foreskin and licking the ooze off the thick head of his cock.

In his sexy Latin tone he drawled, “Ohh yeah bro, that feels so good. My old lady don't give me head." He then clasped my skull once again and began guiding me down his 8” shaft. Because he was so thick I had a hard time getting my jaw open enough to let him in. He pushed himself in to the point of refusal, which was'nt very far. Trying to keep my teeth from scrapingg his meat was hard. "It’s ok bro. Take if slow”. As he slid in more and my jaw stretched open, he began pumping my mouth face as he held my head solid with is rough hands.

He face fucked me on and off and then would pulle out and let me suck on just the head would break away and lick his shaft up and down. Finally he pulled away from me and told me to stand up. He looked me in the eyes with a hungry stare and said, “Can I fuck your ass.” I hesitated for a moment. “Come on dude,…… I‘ll take it easy on you”.

"Do you have any condoms", I asked like a naïve idiot. He said "No, but don’t worry I aint got no deseases. I got an old lady and kids at home bro" I nodded at him accepting his logic before he added, "I wont cum in you if you don’t want me to". I knew that was a lie but figured he was safe cause he was a married guy. "Ok, but take it easy on me, I've never had a dick that big before". I then turned around, shoved my pants further down and bent over the warm hood of my car. I soon felt his rough thick hands grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them apart.

Then his tone changed. In his masculine Latin drawl he taunted, “Yeah, you gonna know what it’s like to get fucked by a real man bro!” That immediately struck a wave of fear and nervousness through me. I was suddenly starting to regret this moment. I had been fucked and fucked others a lot by now, but this was a big rough construction worker twice my age with tattoos and a fat 8” cock whom I didn't know……..out in the woods with nobody around. I just shut my eyes and preyed I would be OK.

I suddenly felt spit covered fingers rubbing my hole. “You got a tight little hole", he said as his finger slid into pucker. "Not for long” he taunted. Continuing to spit on his fingers and massage my hole he said, “You ready?” I didn’t answer, but he didn’t care. My hole was nice and juicy and softened up for the kill. I heard him spitting and wetting up his cock and then felt his blunt mushroom at my ring. He slowly pushed at me a couple of times before putting another wad of spit on his tool.

Then he slid his thick 8” inch cock deep into me. As the sudden wave of sharp and dull pain over took my whole body, I tensed up and let out a yell “Aaaaaaaooooww!” Suddenly panting deep and fast, I let it out “Ooowww! Ohhh stop. Pull it out!”. He responded by shifting the weight of his body and holding himself solid in my chute. It felt like he had split my hole wide open. I imagined a bleeding tear in my hole, blood running down my leg. “Wait! Stop! Oww, oh pull it out!”.

He remained pinning me against the hood of my car with his cock stuffed up my shitter for a minute to let me adjust. In his Latin drawl he taunted with a slight tone of disdain, “If your gonna do this, don’t be a fucking pussy." With that he started to slowly pull his thick stick out of me, dragging across my burning gate. Then he came back in, and back out again. With his hands gripping my shoulders tightly his thrusts began to increase in speed. My knees shook and I battled to stay still. He suddenly pulled out of me and lathered his stink rod up with more spit. I let out a breath of relief that was so short lived.

Again I felt his fat cock entering again. The wave of pain shot through me again, only this time he slammed his stick hard and began violently thrusting. He was banging my whole body against the fender of my car. I was letting out incoherent moans of nervous pain, “Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhhhhh” as this stud got into a jack hammering groove, bitchfucking me. I was hoping he would hurry up and cum so it would be over with as I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth.

“You got such a sweet little ass”, he grunted in his sexy Latin voice. Over my moans and his grunts I could hear the gas sloshing back and forth in the tank of the car. As I listened to the sloshing the burning pain and stinging friction of his assault on my hole began to turn slowly into the craven pleasure that all bottoms love. The dull ache and pounding pain became an intense rush that began to overtake me. If you love to get fucked you know the feeling.

It came out of my mouth without the slightest thought, “Oh Fuck dude! Yeah! You get me off dude!” It was almost incoherent as I panted. He grunted tauntingly at me, “You like my big Mexican dick huh gringo?" I grunted out, "Yeah I do." He then pulled out and told me turn around. As I stood up I felt juice running down my inner leg. He picked me up and laid me back on my hood. Saddling up to me he hastily pulled my shoes and pants off and out of his way. He then lifted my legs up on his shoulders and spit on his rod a couple more times.

His hairy chest againstt my legs he began hammering my hole again. My asshole was stinging and burning, aching deep inside from his violent dry fuck but I wanted it now. He wrapped his arms around my legs and gripped me tight as he slammed me. The smell of man sex was in the air. The feeling of this stud’s whiskers on my legs while he bitch-fucked me finally sent me over the edge. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it hard, jacking it a few times before blowing my load on my stomach.

He fucked for another minute or two as I laid sweating it out before he squeezed harder around my legs. He made a last few hard thrusts deep and fast. He then shut his eyes and rolled his head back. His handlebar goatee and rough shaven face contorted in pleasure as his mouth dropped open. I felt a warm wetting sensation deep in my aching hole as he squirted his cum into me. “Ohhh fuck” he grunted as he opened his eyes and looked at me with a slight glint of guilt. I knew he was lying about not cumming in me, but I didn't care.

Satisfied I wasn't gonna freak about it, he continued to pump in and out of me for a minute as his spunk leaked out of my hole. We finally got up off the car and got dressed back up. And like most hookups it was all over after we got off. Within a minute we were headed out of there with not much more to say to each other. He asked me to drop him off at home nearby which I did.

I soon picked up my roommate and we got on the road. I let him drive as I was trashed and tired. He was a bit put off because I showed up in the wee hours of the morning. But he was understanding when I told him I got laid and that was why I was late. He was straight and as far as he was concerned at that time I was too. “So, was she blonde or brunette?” he asked. I just smiled as my wet sticky asshole ached. “A brunette.”

Never saw him again.

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