We called him Mr Pepperoni. I remember his last name started with a P but we could never pronounce it properly, no matter how many times he tried to correct us. I think he was from Lampedusa, or it could have been Malta or somewhere else, but he had grown up in Australia so he had an Australian accent.
Mr Pepperoni was the most exotic creature I had ever seen in our isolated little town that stood like a pimple on the asshole of the dry and dusty plains. His skin was the color of honey, he was built like a brick shit-house, he had fur sprouting everywhere and he was married to the most stylishly chic French woman that anyone in our backwoods had ever seen. Most of the guys in town were crazy in lust with Marie-Claire but my best buddy, Jake, and I were far more drawn to Mr Pepperoni and that huge, uncut cock he had hanging between his furry thighs.
Mr Pepperoni was a mechanic by trade and owned the local auto repair shop but he hired three guys to do all the work and didn't have to get his hands dirty. That left him plenty of time for his favorite hobby which was banging tight buttholes. We were his type: blond, skinny, lithe, smooth and horny. I had recently turned twenty one and Jake was twenty when we first met Mr Pepperoni. We had been over at the mall, or what passed for a mall in our town, having a milkshake when he walked up to us and bang, just started flirting with us! I couldn't believe it; here was the biggest, most masculine fucker I had ever seen and the filth that was coming out of his mouth was not to be believed. He asked me straight up if I had ever been rimmed. I blushed beet red and told him that I had not.
Well, that was a red flag to a bull. He told me that he wanted us to come by his auto shop and sit on his face. I thought he was having us on but Jake insisted we go so a few minutes later we were climbing into Mr Pepperoni's truck. Jake was sitting in the middle and Mr Pepperoni's large, hairy hand was immediately on Jake left knee -- it was a hot summer day and we were both in shorts; where we lived fashion passed us by and there was nobody who wore shorts below the knee - stroking up and down his thigh and making me green with envy. His three employees hardly batted an eyelid as Mr Pepperoni led us through the workshop and upstairs to his office. Later I learned that they were used to their boss' peccadilloes.
No sooner had we entered that untidy room that Mr Pepperoni had yanked Jake's shorts down and had dropped to his knees and taken my buddy's cock into his mouth. I gasped out loud as I watched Jake's cock disappear into that walrus mustachioed mouth. It was the first time I had ever seen my buddy's cock; even though we were both open about being gay it seemed taboo somehow to think about wanting to do it with my buddy or even trying to get to see his cock. And what fine cock it was too! It was on the slender side and looked about eight inches long although I couldn't properly judge because so much of it was in Mr Pepperoni's mouth. I felt heart-stopping dizzying lust as I watched the thick necked bull greedily slurping on my bud's pale, slender rod. Mr Pepperoni looked up and winked at me and I about shot my bolt right then. He looked so damned sexy like that, down on his knees with a hard cock in his mouth.
I went round the back of Jake to check out his ass and my boner twitched uncomfortably in my underpants. His pert little ass was milk white and alabaster smooth. Taboo, or not, I couldn't help reaching out and stroking it. This was my first ever touch! Skin on skin, man to man: I could feel the precum drooling out of my cock and gluing it to my underpants. The feel of Jake's small, shapely cheeks in my hand was out of this world. My heart was thumping so loudly in my ribcage I was sure the mechanics could hear it out on the floor. Any minute now I was certain that Jake would turn around and tell me to stop touching him up but I guess he was too engrossed in feeding Mr Pepperoni to care about what I was doing. I knelt now and kissed the small of his back and the two dimples were back swelled into butt cheeks. Never have you seen a prettier sight. I had never known such lust. I slid my hand into Jake's butt crack and sniffed my fingers. I knew, right then, that I was going to be a slave to pheromones.
Just then Mr Pepperoni came off Jake's cock and wrapped his huge hands around my twenty six inch waist and lifted me onto his desk. He just about tore my clothes off me and then I was thrashing about as he spread my legs and buried his hot tongue up my virginal hole. I remember yelping like a coyote as the pleasure washed over me. He was doing exactly what I had been contemplating doing to Jake and I could not believe that this studly, married dude would want to eat me out that way. That tongue just seemed to bore deeper and deeper into my yielding flesh, my cock strained within its own skin as a river of precum drooled down the shaft and onto my hefty balls. Now Mr Pepperoni licked up from my asshole and onto my sensitive balls. I squirmed about on the desk; it was both pleasure and pain; my balls were so sensitive I felt like I was about to pass out but I didn't ever want this amazing sensation to end. And then suddenly he took hold of my cock and guided it into his mouth. I cursed out loud as my bucking body responded to the thrill that shot through every single one of nerve endings and the biggest load I had ever know erupted out of my overheated cock.
Mr Pepperoni licked his lips as he came off my cock.
'You taste so damn fine! he growled. 'I'm gonna have to fuck that sweet ass of yours a little later.'
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked over at Jake. His face and neck was flushed red, the fever of lust was upon him and he stroked his cock so fast that I could hardly see his hand move.
'Slow down, buddy.' Mr Pepperoni told him. 'I don't want you to pop too soon. I'd like to see you kissing your bud.'
