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Team Reward (Part 8)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Part 8

Hank Johnson watched the scrimmage practice intently. Actually, his
attention was focused on one player: Randy Fulsom, the studly
linebacker. Lately, Hank couldn't get enough of the tough-as-bricks
ballplayer. Ever since their encounter in the men's room at Jackson County
High, the two hunky teens had gotten it on ever chance they could. Randy
turned on Hank so much - big and strapping, that unbeatable combination of
muscle and natural padding required by his position. It inspired him to
begin working out harder at the local gym, keeping his already toned and
muscular body in perfect shape.

The linebacker, meanwhile, seemed to get off on that oversized salami that
swung between Hank's legs. He would plop back on his bed, place his large
apelike hands on his chest and beg Hank to lie on top of him and slide that
monster between his massive man tits. Each time Hank spunked all over
Randy's neck and face, the burly jock would grunt and start spraying his
fuck buddy's back with searing hot linebacker cum.


Even in uniform and pads, Fulsom was giving Hank an undeniable hardon as he
watched the team go through a rigorous practice. He loved the way the
senior's muscular ass jiggled as he jogged back from the huddle. He loved
watching the powerful mass butt up against his teammates.

"Which one are you fucking?"

The question snapped him out his reverie. Beside him was sitting Pete
Burns.  Like Hank, Pete was one of the school's "jocks" who nonetheless
didn't play any sport. The two just had the good looks, built teen bodies,
and assured, confident attitudes.

"What?" Hank asked, taken back by Pete's frankness and worried that Pete
knew about him and Randy.  "How? I mean, what...?"

"Fuck, Hank, you can't hide that big sausage of your when it gets hard."

Hank looked down at the right leg of his jeans, which bulged obscenely with
the long tubesteak trapped inside.

"Don't worry, man," Pete said. "Your secret's safe with me. Besides, there
are some hot guys out there. I'm fucking one of them myself."

"Really?" Hank looked at Pete incredulously, then turned his gaze to survey
the hunky players on the field. "Who?"

"Coach Williams."

"No fucking way!" Hank said.

"Sure as shit, buddy!" Pete grinned. "Nice, tight fuck, too." He licked his
lips as he stared out at the field, watching the coach and reminiscing
about the most recent time rimming out Williams' ass. He turned back to the
other teen hunk.  "So, Hank,...which one are you fucking?"

"Fulsom," Hank said in a mixture of pride and nervousness.

"No shit? Randy Fulsom? I didn't know you were into the big boys, Hank."

"Yeah, I guess I am. Can't get enough of him."

"Hell, buddy, with a dick as big as yours I bet ole Randy's can't help
giving up his big linebacker ass for you."

"Actually, he won't let me fuck him. Says my dick is too big."

"Aw, fuck, Hank, he's just saying that. May even think he believes it. But
that bruiser wants you to bend him over and take his tight ass. Believe
me."

"Yah?"

"Yeah, stud. Those jocks are all the same. Coach was giving me the same
shit.  How he couldn't handle a big boy like me. So we had a wrestling
match to see who would be bottom boy, and of course the fucker lets me
win. They're all the same, those meatheads. You just gotta take charge,
Hank."

"Shit, Pete, I hope you're right. I'm already boned up thinking about
Randy's butch ass riding my pole."

Just then, during a time out, Randy trotted over to the chain fence and
motioned Hank to come down.  Hank jogged down the bleachers to where the
hunky ballplayer was waiting.

"Hey stud," Hank said.

"Shit, Hank, that dick of death is reaching halfway down your leg!" Randy
breathed. "Can't believe you walk around like that."

"Can't help it Randy, I get too hot watching you play."

Randy lifted up his football jersey to wipe the sweat off his brow.  He had
on only his pads underneath, so Hank was greeted with the sight of Fulsom's
massive chest, clammy with sweat and flush with exertion. His eyes followed
down the trail of dark hair leading over the heaving belly and down beneath
the waist band of the sweatshorts that clung to Randy's waist.

"Aw, man, don't tease me like that," Hank sighed. "I gotta feel that hot
bod of your soon. Or my dick's gonna explode."

"Hold it, stud. After practice, we'll go back to my place and have some
fun, OK?"

"Can't wait."

**********

It had been a cold Wednesday afternoon practice, but Greg Jefferson had
worked up a sweat anyway. As the he entered the lockerroom, cleats clacking
against the hard cement floor, Greg pulled off his practice jersey and
pads, revealing a sweaty chest, the flesh reddened with heat and the
muscles taut with exertion.  The beads trickled down the valley between his
full pecs, down the ripples of his washboard abs, through the forest of his
torso's fine hair, and down into the seam of his football pants. His crotch
was soaked through with the wetness of a hard workout, and truth be told,
from the leaking of his overexcited balls, which had been pumping out dick
lube a lot lately. Hell, he'd started bringing an extra clean jock to
school to change into, as his was always soaked through by the end of
fourth period, when he'd get a boner the whole class staring at his history
teacher Mr. Johnson's fine, firm ass.

Now Greg sat down on the bench to remove his cleats and his socks. He was
excited, as today the steam room was supposed to be up and running. He and
the other guys on the team were eager to try it out and today would be a
perfect day to relax after a tough practice.

As he stood back up he felt a warm, strong hand smack lightly on the
clammy-cool skin of his broad delts. "What's up, Jefferson?" a booming
voice asked.

It was Eric LaGrange, a junior who played halfback. He was trimmer than a
lot of the guys in his position but still packed on a good bulk. His
powerful black muscles bulged against the tightness of his white towel.

"Today's practice was some workout, huh?" Eric asked.

"Tell me about it, man. I'm fucking sore all over."

"Yeah, Coach sure is busting our balls for the game Friday. That fucker
really wants this state championship."

"Me too," Greg added.

"Yeah, bud, so do I. Only..." the halfback paused.

"Only what, bud?"

Eric looked to both sides of him to see who was around, then dropped his
voice.  "Only the fucker turns me on when he acts like that. Every time
Jackson barks an order at us, I get a fucking hardon that won't go down."

"No shit?! Really?" Greg could feel his dick start to stir in his tight
football pants as he slowly unlaced them. He had to admit the coach really
turned him on as well, every time he'd swagger into the locker room for a
pep talk or to chew out the guys for poor performance.

"Fuck, yeah. See..." LaGrange pulled off his towel. Extending downward,
trapped between his rigid thighs, was a pulsing fuck hardon. The length of
the shaft approached ten inches and large, opalescent drops of dick goo
leaked down the smooth black surface of Eric's built quads.

"Jesus, LaGrange," Greg exclaimed. "You better be careful with that weapon.
Looks like it's ready to go off any moment." With his large hands, Greg
fumbled with the strings of the white pants, unlacing them to expose more
of his downy brown hair and the top of his white jock, now all wet with
jocksweat.  As he removed the uniform pants, revealing the corded muscle of
his quads, calves and hamstrings, Eric dropped his towel on the bench right
on top of Greg's jersey.  His cock hardened even more as he studied the
offensive lineman's muscular form.  Eric always thought Greg looked like a
younger version of Coach Jackson, same height, same build, maybe that's why
the man always got his oversized cock hard. He'd always been afraid to make
a move on the big bruiser, though.

Until now. The globes of ripe football-stud ass were too much for the
halfback to resist.  He watched as Greg pulled down his football pants and
soiled, wet jock then admired the sinewy calf and hamstring muscles as the
jock stood up right.  Wasting no time, Eric stepped right behind Greg and
wrapped his beefy black biceps around the thick, powerful torso, pulling
and holding him tight against LaGrange's smooth, powerful, naked chest.

The ten-inch black scepter fit snugly in the crevice of Greg's ass. Eric
groaned as he ground his pelvis, pushing his hard dripping meat into the
heat and wetness of the other athlete's crack. "Nice fucking ass,
Jefferson."

"Man, Eric, what the fuck...?"

"Sorry, buddy, I couldn't resist. Gotta sperm that moist crack of yours,
guy."  His large arms held onto the athlete's torso even tighter as he
thrusted and ground his crotch into the recesses of that jock ass. He
looked down at the magnificent sight of Greg's firm mounds clutching his
slick black pole as it slid back and forth.

"Goddamn, LaGrange, you are a horny motherfucker." Greg hummed as he leaned
back into the powerful pectorals of his crackfucker. "Your dick is already
juicin' up my asscrack."

"Yeah, buddy? You feel my cockjuice soaking your crack? Feel my big balls
rubbing against your horny hole? Getting ready to hose you bud."

The lineman reached back and alternated parting the muscular hemispheres of
his bubblebutt and pressing them together to trap the long black snake
fucking between them. "Yeah, spunk me, guy."

"Ah shit, here it comes buddy. I'm too wound up to stop now. All over your
fucking back, and soaking your white-boy crack."

Dick snot shot everywhere, the pearly white seed splattering all along
Greg's spine, coating his lats and lower back, slipping down to wet the
soft hairs lining the athlete's buttcrack.  As Eric pulled away, Greg
clenched his cheeks, feeling the wetness penetrate deeper and lower,
wetting up his tight pucker.

He turned around and looked at the monster cock that had just hosed him.
Smiling, he reached out and grabbed the sensitive shaft, massaging it and
feeling the cum, sweaty slickness of it.

"Fuck, LaGrange, you gotta let me have a go at this cuntsplitter, for
real."

Eric stared into the hunky jock's deep brown eyes and smiled back. "Nothing
I'd like better Jefferson, but later, man, later."

**********

Already as Frank Myers walked toward the fogged glass doors of the steam
room, he could feel his teen jockmeat plumped and lengthen and he knew his
balls were churning in anticipation of popping a nut.

The studbuilt senior opened the doors and was immediately enveloped by
steam. It felt wonderful. A little bit of light flowed from behind him and
there were a couple of pale blue lights, but otherwise it was dark, and
with the thick fog, he couldn't see beyond a foot in front of him. From the
noises of footsteps, he knew a couple of his teammates were already in
there, but he didn't know how many.

He sat on the warm wooden bench. All around him steam flowed. Relaxed and
horny at the same time, he could feel his cock throb and stand out from his
taut abs, an erect tower of hard, athlete flesh whose smoothness contrasted
to the forest of dark brown pubic hairs that spread upward from his crotch
and fanned out over that perfect muscular stomach. Greg took in a deep
breath and shut his eyes.  Around him he could hear the otherwise silent
athletes walking on the wet tile floor, he could almost hear their
breathing the room was so still.

The defensive lineman was about to drift asleep when he felt something slap
against his face. Then again. The hunky athlete opened his eyes and was
greeted with the sight of a large piece of hard cockmeat. The flesh was
moist from the

steam and beads of moisture dripped from the perfectly round balls that
hung snugly below. The cock pressed insistently into his face, rubbing
gently up and down alongside Frank's nose. Frank instinctively stuck his
tongue out and began running it underneath the base of this perfectly
shaped cock, tonguing the hairy balls and the beginning of the hard shaft.

The piece was starting to get wet from Frank's spit and the moisture of the
steam room. Its owner stepped back and slapped the athlete's face a couple
more times before aiming the distended head toward Frank's mouth and
pushing right in.

Frank felt his mouth cavity fill with the mass of beautiful, thick
dickflesh.  The large shaft pressed its way insistently into the young
man's mouth and throat. Frank was only too happy to open up for it.

The shaft stretched his jaw then, as it pushed further back, spread his
throat wide. The dick kept sinking in until Frank could feel the steam-wet
scrotum push tight against his own moist chin. Then he felt something that
made his cock jerk and spit its gooey prelube out onto the moist tile of
the floor: a firm hand gripped the back of his head, right were his buzz
haircut began to taper into the thick muscular flesh of his neck. The hard,
strong fingers dug tightly into the fine hairs on the nape of his neck,
holding Frank firmly in place, commanding silently him to take cock. The
athlete didn't know who it was, but he felt his power and it turned him on.
His dick throbbed to think that he was deep-throating some stud right there
in the locker-room steam area.

Inward again, the hard cock pushed forward, spearing Frank's wet, eager
gullet.  He'd barely had a second to get used to the fullness of the
invader, when it withdrew and thrust in again. Immobile, the lineman held
his jaw open and relaxed his throat to let this man take his pleasure. In
again. Each time, Frank could swear the cockflesh burrowed deeper, if that
was possible - the man's testicles were already smacking his chin with each
thrust, making a soft squishy smacking sound that reverberated over the
hissing of the steam. In again. Yeah, he knew it; that dick was getting
harder and longer in his mouth. With his breathing Myers alternated a
slight sucking as the prick pushed inward. That hand gripped his neck
tighter. God, it turned him on to be used like this. To be skullfucked
silly by some stud. Maybe this guy had fucked him before, maybe not.  He
was trying to think of guys on the team with dicks this big, this long,
this full. And balls so heavy they seemed to thud against the flesh of his
face. That grip grew even tighter as the man started thrusting in and out
harder, faster, without mercy. Frank's throat just opened up and took the
pummeling like he was born to suck cock.  Maybe he was. He thought of all
the guys on the team he'd blown. All the big jock dicks having their way
with him, letting loose their loads down his hot throat.

Both of Frank's hands were on the man's ass now, holding and kneading the
hard cheeks in his palms. Trying to pull more cock into his mouth, trying
to make the man shove harder. It was a hopeless attempt though - this stud
was in charge.  His powerful ass and strong legs set the pace, a steady
thorough facefuck. That hard grip showing Frank who was in charge.

Just then the fuckpace became erratic, the smooth deep penetration of
Frank's throat alternated with short, hard jabs. The man was draining his
nuts good now.  Rope after rope of salty man spray were shooting into the
senior athlete's mouth, spasming deep into his gullet. Claiming their
conquest.

Frank was being hosed good. Without even touching his dick, it exploded in
a high arc that painted his chest and the legs of his fucker.  With each
volley of jism that jetted into his esophagus, his own cock gave up another
hard shot, his nuts contracted rhythmically, pumping out jolt after jolt of
hot jizz, drowning Frank's hairy chest in his own horny dick slime.

When the stud had sated himself, he pulled free from Frank's mouth and
before Frank could see who it was, stepped back into the steam.  Satisfied
himself, the hunky athlete leaned back against the tile wall, closed his
eyes and took a few minutes of sleep in the steam.

************

The following is not my story, but a chapter to Team Reward submitted by a
reader who got tired of waiting for me to write another chapter. The action
didn't exactly fit where I was taking the story, but I thought it was pretty
hot, so we've decided to post it as an "alternate chapter" for your pleasure.
You can send comments to him at the address below.

************


Team Reward - Alternate Chapter 8
scottboy@menwithcams.com)


Coach Brian Pierson and his footlong manfucker were still horny to get off the
copious amounts of jizz his bull balls were able to produce. Even after emptying
his nuts of three mammoth loads in the past two hours, not to mention two brutal
fucks with his new star recruit earlier that morning, Brian was still horny as
ever as he and Mike White were speeding down the interstate on the way to Coach
Pierson's college for a weekend tour.

Coach took a glance over his right shoulder at Mike sleeping in the rear seat of
his pickup truck. "God," he thought, "this kid must be the hottest thing I've
ever laid eyes on." The early afternoon sun streaked down on the young athlete's
chiseled form, accentuating every sinew of muscle on his naked body. Brian
glanced down at Mike's firm bubble ass, and saw the remnants of his last load
slowly leaking from Mike's puckered jockhole, making its way down his taut
thighs and tight nuts onto the seat below.

Brian knew better than to wake Mike from his fuck-tired doze--he'd need his
strength for this weekend. Their road trip to State College had begun soon after
White & Pierson's second morning fuck, where Brian had dirty-talked White into
creaming the bedsheets as he long-dicked his 12-inch cock in and out of White's
tight jock cunt. And the nastiest thing, Brian thought, was that White was on
the phone with his own father while he got rutted like a bitch in heat.

By now Coach Pierson was getting the beginnings of a seriously raging boner as
he re-lived the events of the morning.

******************************

Not two minutes into Brian's truck, and Mike had been already down worshipping
his cock, right in the middle of the parking lot at the seedy Jackson County
Motel Pierson had stayed at while in town. As the two were just getting onto the
interstate on-ramp, White was jack-hammering his bloated jock cocksucker lips up
and down on the gargantuan fuckstick, intent on relishing one of the huge
jizzloads he knew his Coach would shoot. Brian almost lost control of the truck
as he grabbed onto the thick cords of muscle in White's athletic neck and hosed
the jock's throat with what must have been a quart of sperm. He watched in
fucked-over bliss as White's throat muscles worked furiously to swallow every
ounce of his thick, milky load.

"C'mere you horny sunnufabitch," Brian sighed as he grabbed Mike by the scruff
of his neck, and brought his lips to meet his own in a round of horny man-to-man
cum-swapping while simultaneously merging onto the highway.

"You taste so fucking good, Coach," White was able to get out in between rounds
of wet tongue-to-tongue frenching. "I could live on that shit."

Not even ten minutes later, Mike was getting his wish. By now, the two had shed
their clothes and their tan, athletic bodies were glowing in the golden light
through the windshield. Beads of sweat rolled down Mike White's bulging pecs,
over his washboard abs and down to the root of his erect cock.

"That's it, Coach," White had cooed, "give it up for me. Wanna see you do it for
me. Wanna eat that cum again... Fuck is it sweet, Coach." White's bulging biceps
worked eagerly on Pierson's unbelievably huge meat. The flared cockhead stood so
tall that it was almost parallel with the top of the truck's steering wheel.
Mike was alternately rubbing the unimaginable amounts of precum jetting from
Brian's quarter-sized piss slit onto his throbbing shaft and hawking spit into
his closed fist, combining this heady mixture to really work up his Coach's cock
into a frenzy.

"Yeah baby, you want some more of my cock sauce? You wanna be the nasty jock
slut you are and eat another big fucker load from your big fucker coach's
fucking cock? Huh White? Huh slut boy??... I'm gonna have you taking GALLONS of
grade-A jock jizz from all my top athletes this weekend. Is that what you
want??"

By now White was hornier than ever for a taste of his new Coach's jizz. He was
fisting his Coach's slickened cock at a furious pace, beating the dick all the
way up and down the immense tube of dickflesh. As Brian's breathing grew even
more frenetic, Mike got an idea. He spat onto his middle & index finger, and, as
he frigged his coach's weapon faster and faster, he jammed his wet fingers up
his coach's tight assring. Finding Brian's bloated prostate immediately, he
rubbed it with his fingers at the same speed he jacked the mammoth cock just
inches from his face. Mike spat a final time on his Coach's cock and jerked it
even faster, adding to the already-obscene wet noises echoing in the truck's
cabin.

That was it for Brian. The entire lower half of his muscle-bound abdomen
exploded in a frenzy of electricity.

Mike felt Brian's asspucker clench on his fingers so tight he thought they'd
break off. He knew this was it. He opened his eager, hungry mouth in
anticipation. The colossal dick's piss slit dilated, and the first, thick rope
of cum hurled out and straight into White's open mouth.

As Brian struggled to control the truck, he felt his nuts slowly emptying their
massive pent-up load, straight into the mouth of the angel-faced jockboy
worshipping his body just below his hulking chest.

Mike's mouth was immediately filled with searing-hot cum after just the first
shot. He quickly gulped the creamy sperm down his throat, but wasn't quick
enough for the second arc of cum, which coated half his face.

"Fuck YEAH, SWALLOW it fucker, swallow your Coach's jizz," Brian croaked through
fits of fucklust.

By now the jizz spewing from Coach Pierson's giant weapon was an almost
continuous, piss-like stream, but still as thick and rich as the very first
shot. Mike's face, hair, and chest were now dripping with sperm, as he continued
to siphon out mouthfuls of the cream down into his throat.

Mike knew that his cock needed relief, and NOW. Getting an idea, he quickly
maneuvered his athletic body over the naked form of his coach's in the driver's
side. Grabbing the still-shooting prick at the base, he directed several shots
of fresh cum at his aching, hungry athlete hole. Still holding the 12-inch
monster in hand, Mike used his other hand to spread his huge, muscular jock ass,
and plunge his sperm-slick hole down the entire length of Brian's fat rod.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" both men yelled in unison.

Immediately, Coach Pierson maneuvered the truck onto the side of the interstate.
Mike quickly picked up a furious fuck pace on Pierson's prick, still shooting
its last cumshots up White's ass. The truck cabin reeked of fresh sperm, sweat,
assjuices, and ravaged jock bodies. The sounds echoing against the steamed
windows, too, were just as lewd: 12 inches of cock slamming home in a wet,
sloshy ass, brutal grunting, a rusty spring in the seat squeaking loudly, and
animalistc slurping noises, as Mike hawked copious amounts of jizz from the back
of his throat and snowballed it back and forth on his tongue with this God of a
fuck partner.

Mike felt like his hole was at the center of the universe, getting ravaged by
the biggest prick he'd taken in his life. He bucked his horny jocktail faster
and faster up and down the length of Brian's 12-inch beauty, determined to make
himself shoot just from the feeling of this dick spearing his cum-soaked bowels.

By now, White's prickhead was leaking fuck-ooze nonstop on Brian's chest just
between the nipples crowning his ultra-buffed pecs. Brian couldn't believe he
had such an amazing stud riding his prick for all his might. He grabbed the huge
mounds of buttmuscle as they milked his cock at a furious pace. He looked up at
White as he gyrated his hips on his prick and pinched one his erect nipples,
coming down time and time again for heated tongue-to-tongue frenching.

Pierson hooked his arms around the football hunk's lats and banged his prick up
into the cum-slick tail hole again and again.

"Yeah baby, you want it. NEED this cock up your hole all the time," Brian
growled into Mike's ear.

"Ungh, ungh... yeah Coach... fuck yeah.... harder.... oh maaannn... feels so
good."

Just as Brian felt another load coming on, White let go with his first shot.

"Oh FUCK yeah, Coach. FUCK THE CUM OUTTA ME! Keep fucking my hole!"

With his rough hands planted firmly on the Coach's shoulders to steady himself
against the ravaging fuck, the athletic jock's prick erupted in a fury of creamy
white spunk. Unaided and shooting on its own accord, the high schooler's cock
continued shooting arc after arc of creamy loads of sperm across the Coach's
shoulder, neck, and face, at the same rate that White's ass pummelled up and
down the huge footlong manfucker turning his bowels inside out.

"Yeah, sperm me, fucker, drown me in it stud!" Coach boomed.

"Keep dicking that hole, Coach, Jesus, fuck yeah, breed me fucker," White moaned
deep.

"Yeah, gonna give you some more up that slut hole, White. Fuckin' jock slut for
my dick and cum up that ass 24-7!" With that, Brian again erupted into the
tight, clenching asswalls of his new star recruit's torrid chute, volleying shot
after shot of thick cum into the spasming, slick jock cunt.

White could feel the violent eruptions of spunk shooting up his hole like a
river of sperm flooding his bowels. He was moaning uncontrollably now. As the
last of his seed dribbled out his piss slit, he could feel the overflowing cum
spurting out of his hole and hear it sploshing onto the leather seats below
their writhing athletic bodies.

Sucking at each other's cum-drenched faces and coming down from their unearthly
orgasms, Brian and Mike felt a new connection like never before...

******************************

But that was just about an hour ago, and Coach Brian Pierson's giant club needed
relief again. Stepping harder on the gas, he sped down the interstate toward the
next rest area. By now the scenery was nothing but vast, sprawling farmland, and
none but a few cars were out on the road today.

Exiting onto the offramp toward the rest area, Brian quickly reached behind
himself to the floor by the rear seat and retrieved a blanket, and gently laid
it across the sleeping form of the naked high school hunk he'd screwed not one
hour ago. As he maneuvered the truck into the rest area parking lot, he noted
very few vehicles parked there this afternoon, just one 18-wheeler and two
pickups, much like his own.

Looking around the interior and not finding his pants, he figured they were
scrunched up under one of the seats. Sheer horniness won over attempting to find
the lost khakis, so Brian grabbed the pair of red Umbro shorts laying on the
passenger seat that Mike had been wearing (briefly) earlier in the drive.
Hulking the tight shorts over his treetrunk-thick quads and over his huge glute
mounds, he threw on the white tank top he'd been wearing earlier, and got out of
the truck. Making sure he'd locked the doors, Brian began making his way toward
the small rest stop bathroom.

If anyone would have been outside the building housing the restrooms, they would
have stopped in their tracks at the sight of Coach Brian Pierson. His entire
massively-built body was covered in a light dusting of dark blonde hair,
matching that on his head. The half-hard bat contained in the Umbros made an
obscene bulge, and he was so charged up to get another load off that his dick
had already created a huge spot of prejizz, accentuating every vein and curve of
the fat club contained within. Add to that a tank top that clung to the muscles
in his chest & abs, not to mention that the extremely short Umbros were riding
deep into the crevice between his ass mounds, and you had a body that any man,
dead or alive, would be proud to show off.

Entering the raunchy-smelling men's room, Brian took a quick glance around,
hoping to find someone there hungry to take some prime prickmeat. "Fuck, no one
here," he sighed quietly. Stepping up to the trough-style urinal, he let the
Umbros fall to his knees, exposing his naked ass to anyone who might have
wandered in. Even Brian marveled at the sheer size of his cock as its rubbery
girth plopped out from the Umbros. Only half-hard and it reached down nearly
two-thirds the length of his thighs, and already beercan-thick. Hefting his
piece as a torrent of piss began shooting out the slit into the urinal, his dick
began to rise with the new sensation. As it continued to grow, his piss stream
began going higher, and he knew he needed to step back or else hit the wall. He
sighed deeply as he felt his bladder let go a huge pissload.

A minute into the urination and Brian was pissing with a full-fledged hard-on,
naked from the waist down save for the Umbros bunched at his knees, and standing
three feet away from the trough so as not to hit the wall. The golden liquid
continued shooting in a thick stream from his overly-large piss slit, just as
someone stepped up next to Brian.

He took a quick glance to his right and took in the sight of this guy. Older,
late 40's he'd guess, with a slightly receding hairline of thick, jet black
hair. He had a very closely cropped beard & moustache of the same beautiful dark
hair. But the fucker was stacked. Anyone could tell, even under the thick
flannel shirt and beat-up looking leather pants. Brian imagined he was a trucker
who'd done plenty of hard time, building his body to the limit whenever he
wasn't on a haul or in the big house.

"Hey," was all the trucker said, gruffly, as he pulled up next to Brian at the
urinal. Brian was too charged to say much back, only emitting a stifled grunt
through his throat.

As the trucker was fishing out his own prick from the confines of his pants, he
took in the sight of Brian taking his own piss. He licked his lips, seeing the
12-inch fucker hard as a rock and jetting out a big load of brew into the trough
three feet ahead. The trucker took a look down at his own bulky crank in hand as
it began its yellow stream.

The two men stared deep into each other's eyes as the loud sounds of piss
hitting the ceramic echoed off the tiles in the restroom. The trucker licked his
lips vulgarly and grabbed hold of Brian's dick as it continued releasing its
huge pissload. Without a word, both men met in a brazen lip lock, as the trucker
directed the two simultaneous streams into the trough below.

As their piss subsided, the last dribulets of Brian's load ran down the
trucker's calloused, rough fingers. Still sucking face, the trucker let go of
Pierson's huge ramrod and stuck his piss-laden finger between their quarreling
tongues. Brian moaned from deep within his gut, tasting his own juice, and
getting hornier than he could remember. He couldn't imagine a more wicked,
sexually vile act, or a place to act it out.

Just then, they both heard a loud tapping sound. Brian looked over his left
shoulder, seeing a pair of workboots under the first stall next to the urinals,
obviously the source of the tapping.

Then, looking up, he saw a decent-sized hole drilled into the graffiti-laden
partition, and flicking out from the center, a tongue drooling to be fed.

It might as well have been the tightest cherry on any man he'd ever fucked,
Brian was so horny to get his rocks off and into the nearest available hole.

As he struggled to get his swelled organ through the gloryhole, the trucker was
at his backside. Having opened his shirt, the rough furs of his chest grinded
against Brian's sinewy back, driving him mad with lust.

"Yeah you fuck," the trucker was growling into Brian's ear as he swathed his
muscular neck with spit. "You gonna get your nut in that cocksucker hole?"

"Fuck YEAH," Brian breathed, horny as a motherfuck to get his load off.

By now his mammoth penis was being devoured by the eager restroom cocksucker.
The fuck really knew how to take dick like a man, wrapping his tight, wet throat
tunnel around Brian's cock time and time again.

"Fuck, this baby's JUST my size," the anonymous throat suck was able to get out
in between lunges on Brian's cockmeat. Brian could hear the man beating his dick
for all it was worth as he pummeled his bloated lips up and down the prickflesh
protruding from his rest stop gloryhole.

By now the trucker was going at it between Brian's amazing muscle ass. Slurping
and grunting and just all-around getting off on Brian's hole, the bristles of
his beard were driving Brian crazy with fucklust. His crotch was on fire as he
lunged his prick through the hole and into the hot fuck channel of the sucker's
mouth, and then thrust back onto the tongue invading his wet assring.

Brian almost lost it into the cocksucker's mouth cunt when the trucker entered
his meat up the steamy confines of his rarely-fucked ass. The fucker was almost
as hung as he was, but the crown of his cock was so fat that it made an audible
plop as it entered Brian's butch coach hole.

"Fuck yeeeeeeeeah. Jeeeezus. Yeah. Slam-fuck that ass! Make me feel it in the
morning, you fuck!" Brian screamed over his shoulder.

As Brian's cock was getting milked and his ass getting slammed, neither he nor
the trucker noticed the Highway Patrolman entering the men's room for an on-duty
piss stop.

"What the FUCK is THIS," the patrolman screamed, tearing his silver-rimmed
aviators from his face.

Everyone stopped immediately, Brian with his cock planted deep into the
gloryhole, the trucker with his nestled into the hot crevice of Brian's mammoth
glutes.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, the patrolman continued, "Well...
whatever THIS is... it's fucking HOT," simultaneously unzipping his tan uniform
pants. He must have been a new recruit, Brian thought through his fucked-over
daze, barely 25, and had obviously been a linebacker or something during high
school. He was built like a brick shithouse, Brian thought, chuckling to himself
at the irony in that thought. His biceps were barely encased in the tight-
fitting uniform shirt, and his neck tapered up at an extreme angle from his
collar, ending in the beginnings of a honey blonde buzzcut underneath his
trooper hat.

"Fuck YEAH, cop," the trucker cheered, continuing his assault on Brian's
distended cock-milker.

As Brian continued banging his tail back onto the bludgeon invading his ass, and
forward into the silky throat of his gloryhole cocksucker, the patrolman hefted
his thick babymaker in his right palm, getting off on the sight of these fags
fucking like a pack of dogs right there in the middle of a public john.

"You fuckers need to cool off," the patrolman barked. With that he let loose a
torrential spray of piss, shooting several feet into the air and landing on the
already sweat-soaked bodies of Brian and his trucker fucker.

The two moaned incoherently, lost in the depraved nature of such a hot fuck
scene. Brian could feel the trucker's cock soaking up the scalding-hot piss,
then pushing it up into his steamy butthole, adding to the heady mix of assjuice
and precum lubing his chute. He was on the brink, and his nut was quickly
escalating as he got reamed from both ends.

As the cop finished his piss on the two bodies fucking like jackhammers, he
decided he needed some tail of his own. He pounded open the cocksucker's stall
door, intent on owning whatever piece of ass he found in there till he got his
load off.

What Brian heard next almost sent him off in an instant.

"DAD!!??" the trooper yelled. Immediately, Brian's prick was free of the
cocksucker's wet throat and suspended a foot into the air of the stall.

"BILLY?!!" the cocksucker was able to yell out, through a gargle of saliva.

"DAD... what the-....... what the fuck are you doing?" the officer said,
quieter.

A long silence... only interrupted by the groans coming from the trucker,
incredulous of the drama unfolding.

"I dunno, son... But if that cock's gonna stay that hard forever, we're gonna
have to do something about it." Brian could almost SEE the wicked smile growing
across Officer Billy's face.

".....hmm.... I DEFINITELY like your style, Dad!"

With that, Brian heard Officer Billy's belt buckle rattling and hitting the
floor as he sat down onto the toilet, and the definite sound of Billy hawking a
wad of spit to smear on his prickhead.

"Have a SEAT.... DAD!" Billy crowed, pulling his own father by the waist and
onto the waiting length of his rod.

"Unnnnnnnghhhhhh. FUCK, Billy! FUCK meeeee! Where'd you get a DICK that big,
son?"

"Definitely Mom's side," Billy managed through bouts of lust emitting from his
throat. "Uncle Joe's dick must be twice my size, and we've been dicking each
other since I was in the seventh grade!"

"Fuuuck, Billy, oh man, FUCK your dad, son, fuck him like the big man you are
now," the cocksucker managed.

"Just ride it, and SUCK!" Billy commanded, and with that, forced his father's
mouth back onto Brian's aching rod, by now, in need of more servicing.

Brian was in the throes of sexual extacy, feeling the massive, fur-covered chest
muscles of the trucker grinding into his back as he got force-fed a good 10
inches of prickmeat. And simultaneously his baseball bat-sized dick was getting
expertly blown by a man riding his OWN SON's engorged penis.

"Fuck yeah Dad, RIDE my dick... Milk it with your ass muscles. Aww fuck yeah! My
dad's the fuckin' town whore, sucking off dick and taking it up the ass in a
public toilet!! Mmmm fuuuuuck.... I'm close, Dad... Gonna breed your ass with my
cum, just the way you bred me!!!" With that, Billy erupted up his own father's
slutty ass, yelling at the top of his lungs as he spewed his nut in his dad's
sloppy cunt hole.

"Mmmmm fuck yeah, shoot it in me son," Billy's dad moaned as his son completed
his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, gotta taste some of it son, need to taste some of my
own son's sperm!"

As Brian continued getting athletically pummeled by the musclehorse plugging his
butthole, he heard the slick plop of Billy's dad getting off his son's cock.
Then, the obscene sound of him squirting his son's seed onto his hand, then
ravenously swallowing palmfuls of son-cum into his slutty cocksucker mouth.

Brian was on the verge, and the nasty sounds were only getting him closer.

"C'mere, dad, lemme taste it, and get that cock off like the slut you are,"
Billy breathed in fucked-out lust.

Billy and his dad traded Billy's sperm back and forth, mouth-to-mouth, while at
the same time tonguing Brian's ultra-sensitive cockhead between their mouths.
Behind him, the trucker's sweaty body slapped against Brian's back, going for
his nut up Brian's hungry bowels.

"Fuck, boy, here it comes... Gonna hose off that butch-boy butt of yours!" the
trucker screamed.

Searing hot cum flooded Brian's bowels as his dick was treated to a cum-
slickened double suck through the gloryhole. Brian felt as spurt after spurt of
the trucker's pent-up spunk erupted against his tight asswalls, filling his butt
chute to the brink, until the overflow splattered down onto the restroom floor.

That was it for Brian. As Billy and his dad traded face-sucks, Brian's gigantic
club between their engorged lips, the mammoth organ finally blew its spermload.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Brian screamed.

Hot sperm flew everywhere within the confines of the stall, against the walls,
onto the floor, the toilet seat, and especially coating Billy's face and his
father's. They moaned in unison as Brian's cock continued to erupt volley after
volley of thick, milk-white cumropes onto their tongues.

As Brian's nut subsided, he could still hear Billy and his dad sucking face
together, like voracious new-found lovers, and he could feel the trucker
hungrily felching the load out of Brian's ass he deposited there.

Minutes later, Brian was hiking the Umbros back up over his dick & ass, and
exiting the restroom. Looking behind him, he saw Billy's dad sucking at his
son's round, golden-haired bubble butt. Obviously, Brian thought, THOSE two need
to make up for some lost time!

Brian got into the truck, feeling the fresh sperm still leaking down his thighs
and soaking the Umbros. Looking behind him, he saw Mike still asleep, in the
same position he'd left him. No fuck would ever be as hot as with Mike, Brian
thought as he put the truck in gear. "And no *man* would ever be as hot either,"
he said to himself.