Laying Pipe

His place was in a garden complex, older but still very well maintained. We parked our cars in a lot next to his building. He got out of his car and came over to my convertible. Hank opened it for me and grabbed my arm, lifting me off the car seat. He drew me to him in an embrace, and put his lips to mine. His breath was a little beery, but not unpleasant. Mine was probably the same, after all. He started to chuckle. I smiled at him, and he kissed me again. We walked to his door, and stepped into his apartment. It was chilly, he had left the air-conditioner on high. I got goose bumps on my arms as I moved across the room in the dim light. He had a lot of video and computer equipment. That made sense, considering his taste for exhibitionism. He stripped off his undershirt, revealing that amazing torso, the hairs defining his breastbone, and trailing down his abs. The hair got a little thicker as it disappeared under his waistband. I was anxious to see the whole package in real life, having been more than impressed with it on the monitor last night. He grabbed my tank at my hips and with one tug pulled it over my head. He stroked his tongue around my nipples as he held me in his grip. He unzipped his pants and revealed his penis, pulling it free to hang loose in front of his fly. He wore a little silver hoop in the tag of flesh at the base of his cock’s helmet. Grinning, Hank carefully removed it. I reached out in the dim light, and groped the monster. Long and incredibly thick, my hand barely wrapped around the prodigious shaft. I wanted it in my mouth immediately. Hank’s throbbing pile-driver was angry red at the tip, and I saw a dewy drop of glistening pre-cum clinging to its one great eye. I wanted to lick it off and taste that familiar salty tang. I crouched down to suck it into my mouth but Hank stopped me.

“No! not yet. Save it, baby, I got special plans for you tonight.”

Hank took me by the hand and led me to the middle of the room. He had a quilt spread out on the floor, the furniture pushed to the side to make a large space in front of his computer desk. I recognized the quilt’s pattern from his web cam show last night. I saw where this was going and I should have seen it coming. Hank sat on the floor, naked, and I stood in front of him. He pulled my pants down and off my legs. I was pulled to the floor next to him. He fondled my balls, my dick hard in anticipation.

“I’m ready to give you what you want, baby! I’m gonna nail that asshole in front of three hundred hungry men. Tonight you are going to be the envy of every faggot on the site! I’m going over to set the cam. Keep yourself hard and I’ll be right back.”

I was hard as a rock. My dick hurt it was so engorged. His wide shoulders, his perfect ass, those powerful legs as he sat at the computer, making adjustments to the camera, and signing on to the web site. I saw an image of myself on the screen, he was checking the framing of his production. I was starting to get into this. Maybe I might like being the center of attention for a while. I know I came here to get fucked, and that was about to happen big time. My fantasy man was going to lay his big gas pipe right up my ass. Hank went around my back and loomed over me from behind, both of us facing the computer desk. He stood astride me on the quilt, towering over me. I knelt on the floor with his cock hitting the back of my neck, as Hank got us into the cam’s frame. He tilted my head back with his rough hands, and dangled his huge penis over my lips.

“We’re on, man. I’m gonna make this really good for the guys tonight. You're gonna remember this fuckin’ night for a long time!”

His disheveled hair fell into his face as he looked down on me squatting under his hanging balls. From this angle his face looked angelic, like a picture from a museum, lit softly by the light of the monitor. I took one hairy ball in my mouth and rolled it with my tongue. My nose wedged between his legs. I was overwhelmed by that strong, enticing tang that men radiate when they are sexually aroused. Pheromones, I guess. He tossed his head back and moaned. I switched to the other, making them both glisten with spit on the camera. His balls tasted salty, and their texture was like velvet. My tongue swabbed the thick meaty balls in lazy circles, straying between his legs to savor the musty sweat that was forming in his crotch. His fire hose swelled, standing straight out from his belly above me. Hank reached down and started to pinch my nipples as I worked his nuts, softly at first but with increasing pressure until I yelped, releasing his testicles from my mouth. The fucking bastard took advantage of the opportunity and hammered his giant spike past my lips and deep into my throat. Taken by surprise I gagged for a second and Hank paused in his assault, my head bent back under his crotch, his motionless dick spreading my face wide open. I recovered control of my reflexes and adjusted to the intruder battering my throat. Hank asked me to watch the teeth. Not easy with a bottle-shaped dick pressing my tongue into my jaw! I signaled Hank with a squeeze of his hand to resume. I was hungry for his cock, I wanted it completely buried in me. It got me hot to think of so many men watching me take his big mother-fucking power drill deep and hard.

The lines of type scrolled across the screen, as word went out that RDWARRIOR was getting a blow job.

“Ya gotta see this!”
“GO TO RDWARRIOR FOR HOT SCENE”
“Hey Warrior, who’s the twink?”
“Wish it were me, RD!”
“I want to be the cream in the middle!”
“FUCK HIM!”

Hank was inspired by the attention. He grabbed me by the ears and started to pump my face like a piston. His colossal piece of meat was rubbing on the roof of my mouth, slipping past the bend in my throat with every thrust of his pelvis. My head was thrown back to receive Hank’s face-fuck. Despite the sub-zero air-conditioning in his apartment, sweat was pouring off his torso, dripping into his bushy pubic hairs and getting in my eyes. His sweat mixed with my saliva and ran down my chin, dripping on the quilt. It was driving the guys in the chat room wild.

“FUCK HIM!”
“Yes,Yes, Yes”
“BEND HIM OVER AND STICK HIM!”
“I want to see BUTT action”

Hank pulled his fat sausage out of my mouth with a pop. He dropped down on his knees to face me and gave me a mouth full of tongue. I eagerly pulled it in, swirling his with mine. He must have tasted the bitter pre-cum he left on my palate. We savored the tang for a few seconds. We kneeled as one, Hank looking deeply into my eyes as we faced each other, our cocks throbbing between us. he reached for a condom from the desk.

“I think the chat room is ready for us to fuck. Sounds like they’re about to shoot before we do! I'm gonna take you hard and fast, before the room gets bored and switches to the competition. You okay if I mount you like a bitch dog?”

Holding me by the shoulders, he pushed me towards the cam onto my hands and knees. I eagerly backed into him. It was about to happen, I was going to get my asshole ripped open by Hank’s massive hot cock. He took his index finger and slipped it into my asshole. It went in to the knuckle. I shot a painful, tortured look at the cam that I'm sure sent some men in the chat room running for a tissue. The other fingers followed the first until he had all four in my burning rectum. He forced my tight hole open by pushing and flexing his fingers to loosen me up. His other hand grabbed a length of my hair, and Hank pulled my head back like he was reigning me in while slipping the inflamed head of his stiff penis where his fingers had been. I screamed in some pain, and much pleasure. He continued to advance his pipeline slowly, deliberately, and without hesitation. He finally reached his limit, his member entirely buried in my gut. He then pulled himself fully out, all ten inches, and rammed it back in place with one violent thrust. Again he drew back his spear, the head slipping out of my stretched-out rosebud..

“Oh, man, your asshole is fuckin’ hot! Let’s give them somethin’ to talk about! Take it deep babe, sit on it like a man!”

He pulled on my hips and sat down behind me, pulling me down into a squatting position over his lap. His man sword, aimed at my asshole, buried itself deep in me as I sat on it,. My weight pushed me firmly down on his skewer. I felt his cock pressing on my prostate as he continued to hump me, spreading chills of delight through my bowel. The line between pain and pleasure is certainly very fine. His brutal thrusts were sending me into rapture. He put his hands under my arms, grabbing my armpits to lift me high off his cock, and drop me back down to impale me again. I grabbed my raging hard-on and started to jerk off. I looked right into the camera and yelled out his name, over and over in rhythm with his pumping. Hank looked at the camera from over my shoulder and mugged at his fans with a wicked smirk. I felt close to ejaculating, and I told him. He stepped up the pace even more, grinding my asshole into his lap. I felt his cock swell inside me as he released his precious gel deep into my eager ass. I was working myself into a frenzy, my hand tearing up and down my cock, as I shot my load of cum right into the camera lens!

I collapsed to the floor, and Hank rolled down next to me. I was laughing and crying, shaking in his arms, so he held me close and rocked me until I calmed down. My face was buried in his chest, passionate tears falling on his World Trade Center tattoo. I held his still stiff, slippery cock in my hand. We continued our intimate embrace in front of a room full of strangers.

After a few minutes, Hank pulled away from me. The chat room was still howling at the spectacle they had just witnessed. RDWARRIOR was always a favorite show, but adding genuine fuck action tonight made him the undisputed king of the web.

“DO IT AGAIN!”
“I want some of that dick too!”
“Where did U find the cutie?”
Jump me like that, WARRIOR!”
“When is the next show, man?”

Hank grabbed a couple beers from the ‘fridge for us, and sat at the monitor typing his thanks to everyone. He responded to some of the more interesting remarks personally. I watched from over his shoulder, both of us naked in front of his still live cam, my arms leaning across his broad back. He started to type, and I saw his message pop up on the screen.

RDWARRIOR: MY FUCK BUDDY AND I WILL BE BACK AGAIN
TOMORROW NITE WITH SOME NEW TRICKS

I laughed and hugged him around his neck, pressing my face against his rough, stubbly cheek. I guess I didn’t have to wonder if he wanted to see me again.