Grunt Posted July 21, 2010 Report Posted July 21, 2010 Click here to see Gruntraq's original blog post... An erotic story based on some real circumstances, but embelished with a touch of fantasy. Continued from Skinhead Construction 3 “Uhh, Ahhhh…….Fuck! Fuck! Uhhh, hhuhhh”, I moaned as his fat un-cut cock pounded my un-lubed hole raw. It was hot outside and my quivering shaking body was sweating under the onslaught of David’s 200 lb muscled body slams. My face buried his sweaty dusty work T-shirt, I was inhaling his body odor like a drug. My bare stomach rubbed against the rough scratchy tweed seat cover of his pick-up truck. “Fu..u..u..u..uck! Oh shit!……Uu..uu.uu.h,” I grunted as he fucked me standing in the open doorway of his pickup cab. My burning asshole was splitting open with pain from his rough un-lubricated fuck stick but I didn’t care tonight. It felt so good to be caught up in this skinhead construction stud’s furious violence of cheap man sex. Damn he made me crave to be his filthy man bitch on the side. As soon as it started it was over. He grunted and let out a deep moan, “Oh yea!, Fuck Yeah!”. My chute filled with his warm slippery seed, calming down the burning friction of slide hammer‘s fuck. His sweaty tatted body fell to my back and his fast shallow breaths puffed at the back of my wet neck. He slowly pumped his fat stick in and out of my torn chute as his warm juices ran down my legs and into my pulled down pants. Wrapping his arms around me his rough red goateed chin scratched the back of my neck as he kissed the side of my head, whispering “Thanks again bro, that was fuckin sweet”. Shortly after we quickly pulled up our pants and got back in the cab of his truck. We drove back down the dark dirt road through the trees back to civilization. When we got back to the parking lot he smiled and said, “Thanks again man, see you again soon?” With my fuck hole sore and leaking his man juice I nodded yes and wrote my cell phone number on a piece of trash off his dash with a pen that was next to it. “See you whenever you want. Just call me and you can come to my apartment anytime! It‘s right over there” I pointed across the strip-mall parking lot to the complex at the edge of it. He gave a smile that said he knew he had scored and we high-fived before he headed back home to his other bitch. It was a surprise running into David that night. I rode my bike down to the liquor store to get a bottle of Jack Daniels to sip on for the evening. When I rode up David was on the way out with a case of beer in his hands. He stopped and we talked for a minute or two. We were both glad to see each other. “You got time to fool around?” he asked. “I’m horny as fuck”. “Where at?” I asked. “Put your bike in the back of my truck”, he replied with a shit eating grin. The next thing I knew we were headed down a dirt road to a dark place in the nearby woods. He was a little buzzed and didn’t care about much other than he had to get back to a party underway at his house. He was the least drunk and got the job of getting more beer. But he wanted my ass and I wanted his dick, there was plenty of time for a quickie in the woods. We didn’t have any lube, but we made it anyhow with a handful of spit. I had swiped his sweaty dirty T-shirt from the cab of his truck before we parted to add to my collection of raunchy Dave clothes. His smell lingered on them and gave me much pleasure as I pounded off dreaming of his sex. I rode my bike home I clenched my raw sore sloppy hole as his stud seed lubricated my butt cheeks. I dreamed of the next time we would get together.. Luckily it wasn’t long after that. The next morning in fact I got a call from a haggard and hung-over sounding David at about 8:30am. “Hey bro, sorry to call you so early”, he said apologetically. “I’m fucking hung over like a muther fucker. You got any of that good weed over there? I sure could use a toke up. I‘ll make it worth your while”. I was already rolling in bed half awake and stroking my cock as I do every morning. “Sure, come on over I’ll take care of ya,” I replied. “I’m in number 1728 in the back by the pool”. Continued Here More...
Recommended Posts