Shop Sex

I pulled out of his mouth and reached to turn off the overhead lights. The bays were locked, so we could have a little privacy. He stripped down and waited for me to make the first move. I turned the bitch around and pushed his shivering body up against the cold steel of the worktable. His skin felt soft and smooth, like a girl’s, as I pressed my hairy belly into the small of his back. I reached around him and fondled his smooth chest, holding the hard pink nipples in my big greasy hands. Damn, he smelled so good! I found myself nuzzling into his neck, like he was a fuckin’ chick!

He was groaning and sighing, his back arched, his chest thrust out as I twisted his nipples. My cock was throbbing against his ass. The magazine was open on the table in front of us. I saw the woman’s cunt, pink and fleshy, the big ebony cock coming up between her legs as the man fucked her shithole. Justin reached back and pulled on my fat ass, forcing my cock between his milky-white globes. I reached for the pump bottle of liquid detergent on the counter, and smeared a gob of slippery soap onto my dick. I pushed him forward onto the bench. He clenched onto the sides and held on as I grabbed his ankles, pulling up and apart, wish boning him. His ass was open to me as I stood behind him, on his belly, his little dick pressed into the metal countertop. I put the magazine on his back for inspiration and aimed my meaty cock at his quivering ass.

He screamed as I pushed the head past his puckered asshole. I pulled his legs further apart, so I could get my dick lined up good with his man-cunt. His scream subsided to a wail, then a whimper. I pack about ten inches, and the boy had at least six of ‘em in his gut. I turned the page. A tight shot of the big black dick, covered in veins and shiny with lube, stretching the whore’s ass beyond belief. It had to be the thickness of a beer can. I looked down to my own meaty pecker, sliding into Justin’s hot little ass. It looked fuckin’ awesome. Someone should be takin’ pictures of this! I pushed the magazine aside so I could concentrate on Justin. I thrust my battering ram into his ass, another inch, another, and my balls smacked up against his.

“Oh shit, oh please Rob, stop, stop! You’re so fucking big! Let me get used to it, man!” He cried. I pulled up on his ankles, raising his hips off the bench, his back arched and his smooth chest pressed into the tabletop. 

I knew he wasn’t gonna get used to it, he might as well try to deal with it. Don’t know if it’s the same for faggots, but women tell me that with big dicks, after a while the pain becomes like a pressure, like your gettin’ punched in the belly. They say if you can take the pounding, it’s really satisfying to be that full of dick! Justin looked so pretty, so slim and pale on the gritty steel table. I looked down on his handsome head, delicate neck, wide smooth shoulders tapering into a sexy little bubble-butt. Nuthin’ like the fat sluts I’ve been screwing lately. I loved the sight of my belly slapping on his cheeks, my hairy crotch pressed between his legs, my boner wedged deep in his butt, disappearing into his asshole. I smelled the lemon fragrance from the soap that I was whipping to foam in his gut. I’ll never forget that smell. 

“Man, you’re the best. (ungh) I’ve never been fucked like this. (ungh) You are so big, (ungh) and so fucking hot.” Justin panted, as I thrust myself into his pussy. “I can’t believe this is (ungh) happening, and that I’m taking the whole goddamn thing! (ungh) Damn, you bastard!” 

I hit home; my cock was grinding against his prostate deep inside of him. I felt him shiver just before he came. His body bucked up, and his hips thrust forward. I was still holding his ankles, pulling his ass off the table, and saw his boy-cum pool in milky drops under his cock. I was glad he came on his own, ‘cause I knew I wouldn’t be able to do nuthin’ for him. I just couldn’t touch a guys equipment, y’know?

I felt close. I let go of Justin's ankles, and pressed my chest into his back. He sighed as he felt my weight on him, overwhelming him, driving my dick deeper into his warm, slippery hole. I kissed his neck again, what the fuck? He was pretty well stretched out, but still felt nice and tight around my shaft. I felt his sphincter flexing and pulling at me as I slipped the meat in and out of his muscular ass. Damn, this fag was talented. His body slid on his own cum as I fucked him on the metal table. He put his arms up behind his back, and our fingers interlocked. He slid forward as my crotch bounced on his thighs... then I pulled back on his hands, skewering him again on my plump meaty shaft. 

“Cum, man, please, I can’t take much more of your fucking telephone pole up my ass!” Justin shouted. “Shoot your fucking hot cum in my hole!”

I pulled Justin towards me, and wrapped my arms under his armpits. I put my hands behind his neck and lifted him writhing from the table. I steadied myself, adjusted Justin’s weight, and pulled him up off my cock. Releasing him, he fell back onto my erection with a thud. I nutted right there and then, his trembling body impaled on me like a stuck pig. I don’t remember ever unloading so much fuckin’ cum at one time. I kept pumping it up his chute until it ran out of his ass and down his legs to the oily linoleum.

I fixed the ‘Stang, no charge. What the hell, he sure deserved some sort of reward for throwin’ me a fuck like that! He gave me his cell phone number. I told him I didn’t think I’d be callin’ no fag anytime soon, but he wanted me to have it, anyway. I got him stuck in my head, man. I can’t look at the magazines anymore without thinkin’ about his slender waist, firm ass and deep man cunt.