Nick met the man at the local gas station, as planned.
The man was bigger than he had expected - around six feet two, with broad shoulders and a beer belly, and wearing a leather jacket and dark pants. His red face sported aviator sunglasses and a soul patch beneath his smirking lips.
Thump, thump, thump. The man's brown boots echoed against the wooden corridor. He had a masculine, confident walk of a stud, and a slight smell of beer and tobacco.
Nick felt a tingle of excitement run through his body as he followed the man to the farthest room in the cheapest motel in the city. They had planned a cheap, dirty fuck, and the squeaky bed they found inside the room seemed perfect for the occasion.
"Strip," the man ordered, while removing his jacket to reveal a dirty wife beater.
He quickly obeyed, uncovering himself completely in front of that big man. His clothes and shoes pilled up in a corner. He became aware of how much smaller and smoother his own body was.
"On your knees." The man unbuckled his brown belt and opened his fly. His hands were veined and meaty, with thick, hairy fingers and manly thumbs. His voice was deep and uninhibited, with a southern accent.
A fat, hairy schlong jumped out. The color was slightly darker than the rest of his skin - light-brown with a red undertone. It was uncut, with a saggy foreskin around the big, red head. Thick veins ran through the long shaft, from the fat base to the tip of his foreskin. The head pointed upward, proudly, with an indecent piss slit in the middle.
Nick followed his instinct. He grabbed the cock at the base and planted his nose on the big head and took a big sniff. It was a musky, sexy smell of testosterone and precum, with small hints of cock sweat and beer piss. The touch was warmer than most cocks, as it pulsed on his right hand, and he could feel the rough pubes under his soft palm.
"How's that smell?"
"It's great, sir."
"Slut," the man slapped his face hard. "Sniff ma balls."
His balls had a stronger smell of sweat and stud hormones. They were equally large and hairy. Big, meaty, low-hanging chicken eggs inside a light-red sack. The left testicle hanged slightly lower the right one.
Big, manly cock and big, manly balls. Nick was in heaven. His own dick hardened and pulsed down there.
Tap, tap, tap. The man slapped his face with his hot sausage over and over again and smirked when he submissively accepted it. Nick always lost his sense of dignity around real men.
"Ready to suck big dick?"
"Yes, please, sir," he looked up with puppy eyes and admired the masculine god towering over him. A real man. Big, hairy and mature. He could see his intoxicating personality through the expression of confidence on his red face. His thick soul patch gave him a cheesy type of masculinity. His face said "I know how to fuck."
He had a thick, red neck in the middle of his muscular shoulders. His chest was large and juicy, stretching out the fabric of his wife beater, and his lewd beer belly was the sign of man who didn't give a fuck. Chest hair spread out of the opening of his shirt, and more armpit hair on the sides of his big arms. They were muscular and juicy, but not well-defined. Just a natural, massive size of genetic strength and hard work. His forearms were veined and hairy, and fairly intimidating - he could beat someone to a pulp.
The man dropped his pants and revealed long, heavy legs. Fat, hairy thighs which stood like pillars of strength, smelling of man. They were slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned skin. Wrinkly, mature knees with a round and defined structure, and meaty wide calves, hairy and shiny.
Nick could feel the warmth and the energy coming from those legs, as the man sat down on the bed and spread his legs wide. He helped him remove his shoes and his pants, and took off his socks, revealing a pair of big, arched feet which had long, hairy toes and some red and warm soles.
The hard hog twitched left and right between his fat thighs and his hairy crotch. Beneath his low-hanging balls, Nick could see a portion of his fat ass cheeks and hairy ass crack against the mattress. Big, juicy and hairy stud meat sitting on a very lucky bed.
"C'mon, suck ma dick, and watch your teeth."
Nick opened his mouth wide and covered his teeth with his lips, making sure they would never touch the man's shaft. His mouth watered immediately as he tasted the salty flavor of that manly pole - a mixture of alpha scent, precum, dick and ball sweat and piss droplets.
The big rod hit the back of his throat pretty easily, but a third of the man's shaft was still outside. He would need to relax his jaw and throat to swallow the entire meat in his tight mouth pussy. The man chuckled and released deep sounds of pleasure. He grabbed the back of Nick's head with his right hand and pushed him down mercilessly.
"You better open that throat. C'mon, swallow the whole thing," he commanded, while beginning to thrust his hips upward to add more pressure. There was no escaping his battering ram. Big man hands pushed down, and massive man hips pushed up. Nick was trapped between two powerful forces.
His little throat gave up after a few thrusts, and he finally felt the man's warm nut sack touch his chin, as his nose was planted in his hairy bush, and he suddenly saw stars. He choked and gagged desperately, and was finally released to breathe. He moaned, desperate for air, but a few seconds later he was made to swallow again. And again and again - all the way down; balls to his chin.
Sucking big cock wasn't easy. After a while, his jaw hurt a little. But he learned to hold his breath for longer and longer, and the man was able to throatfuck him hard and steady.
The room was filled with sounds of mouth fucking - some wet suction, some gagging and desperate moaning, the lewd sounds of a fat cock thrusting a wet hole, and some man grunts of pleasure.
Nick's eyes started to water as he got fucked harder and faster. He felt the warmth and strength of the wet monster having a party inside his mouth. He tried to imagine the pleasure the man was feeling as he ravaged his mouth without mercy. The juxtaposition of his degradation against the man's satisfaction excited him even more.
The man grabbed the back of his head with both hands and started to jackhammer his throat with swagger. The squeaky bed was making a dirty sound of rough sex, suffering under the stud's weight. He grinned like a cheesy bastard and spread his fat, hairy thighs wider in a shameless position on his tiptoes. The aviator sunglasses made him look like a cocky asshole; his hot soul patch was getting sweaty. His saggy nut sack bounced up and down as he pounded, making his slightly uneven testicles dance unabashedly.
Nick kept gagging and moaning as his mouth was conquered without resistance. He looked up and the man made lewd smooch sounds to mock him.
"Hell yeah. Gag on my sausage."
"Guk, gluk, guk, gluk," was all he could answer.
Nick took the rocket on his hand and masturbated it for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, while saliva drooled from his mouth and cocksucker tears ran down his red cheeks. He took a moment to kiss the mans sweaty balls and worship them with his tongue, lapping each large egg from top to bottom and getting a taste of that alpha nut sack. They were hot and strong like leather and they tasted slightly salty.
The man stood up on the bed and made Nick crawl on his knees and continue to suck. Now that he stood tall and proud, with his big feet carved into the cheap mattress, he had even more power for some rough throat bashing. He started to fuck real hard and took advantage of his victim's drooling mouth to really slide in and out comfortably, while Nick's poor throat gagged desperately.
"Hell yeah. Swallow ma fat cheese stick. Bahaha..." the man laughed in pleasure.
