| The lips of his ruggedly handsome face lifted in a sneer above the
grizzled beard. He growled in contempt as he pushed me down hard on my
knees with one huge hand.
I looked up at steely gray eyes staring down coldly from under the wide
brim of his 10-gallon Stetson hat. His massive shoulders were
silhouetted against the oil rig that loomed high above us, almost
touching, it seemed, the blue West Texas sky.
With the other hand he tore at his belt buckle and dropped his jeans to
the tops of his hob-nailed boots. His studded belt still swung from
those broad hips I could barely get my arms around. He had no skivvies
on.
There it was: ten thick inches of uncut manhood knocking against
that big hairy belly I loved to lick. Its moist scarlet head rose
angrily out of the foreskin, looking for a fight. It dove at me when he
thrust his hips forward. He jammed that bugger down my throat. I
struggled, but with my hands roped behind my back there was nothing I
could do.
Thrusting, thrusting, in, out, he picked up speed and went at me like a
battering ram. His heavy balls banged against my chin. I tried to cry
out, but my screams were lost in gagging. His thrusts grew even faster.
He clutched my head to him with both meaty paws. He smelled rich and
heavy like the big bear he was. "Take it, cocksucker!" he yelled. "I'm
gonna drown you with my cum!"
At that moment, I felt a fiery liquid spurt against the back of my
mouth. It was like boiling lava. My nostrils, till now gasping
desperately for air, flared with the funky smell of fresh cum. Right
then, he pushed me away fiercely, his huge cock still squirting juice
that showered over me as I twisted and fell backward.
The impetus of the fall rolled me over on my stomach. I lay there naked
and panting, waiting for the blow, knowing it was time to
die.
But instead of killing me, he snarled: "Up on your knees, pussy
boy! It's time for you to get fucked!"
Unbelieving, I stared at his cock. That giant wang was a living,
breathing thing. It still stood tall. The red head still looked out in
rage at the world, and, yes, especially at me. I obeyed him, as I always
did, and found myself on my knees, bent forward.
My asshole began to quiver. The sphincter muscles expanded and
contracted in quick jerks beyond my control. The anal opening puckered
like lips ready for a kiss. My heart pounded. My temples throbbed. My
whole body coiled like a spring.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" a voice cried out.
Was it mine? It had to be. There was no one but the two of us out there
on the prairie under the burning sun, two ants at the feet of our
god--the great phallic oil rig scraping the sky--waiting for the gusher
that would have made us rich men.
We had waited so long, had worked so hard to build our rig, yet only
water had boiled up from the ground. Now we expected never to strike
black gold, Texas tea. We had lost everything. There was nothing left.
We couldn't go on.
So we had devised this game. It brought our death wish to life. I was
the hostage held for a ransom that would never come. He was the bearish
bandit who kidnaped me and carried me away. While the make-believe posse
closed in, he would rape my tonsils and suffocate me with his huge dick.
If I didn't strangle on his cock, he would slit my throat with a sharp
knife before shooting himself through the heart.
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