The drunken guy with the goatee came fast: He banged into Chance's ass really hard at the end, filled the condom, and grunted a few times. When he pulled out, the football player quickly slipped his dick in and started fucking. He didn't bother to take off his clothes either, just unzipped his pants and put on a condom. But his penis was extra-thick and he fucked with such strength Chance had to hold on to the legs of the guy who looked like Tom Cruise so he wouldn't fall overboard. And like the one with the goatee, this guy came fast. When he pulled out, the Tom Cruise guy didn't waste a minute. He squeezed Chance's ass with his large hands and sighed, and then went in as deep as he could. His dick was longer than the others, and when it hit the bottom, Chance's mouth fell open and his head jerked to the side. This guy was a good fuck—he banged and hammered fast, but with a rhythm so constant, Chance's head bounced in metered time with the fucking. A moment before he came, he slapped Chance's ass and whispered, "I'm coming," over and over. Then he pressed his pelvis against Chance's body and filled the condom.
When he pulled out, Brody jumped up and shoved his cock inside, as if he'd come to claim his prize. Though getting tagged by the other guys had been hot, Brody's large dick fit the best and was able to find those hidden parts of Chance's ass that brought him to climax without touching himself. Brody fucked with his waltz beat as the other guys stared in amazement at how well Chance could take such a strong pounding, especially after he'd just been fucked by three other big dicks.
"Who has the best dick in the world?" Brody asked, slapping his ass.
"You do," Chance said. "You have the biggest, best cock in the world. Fuck me, Brody." He was hammering so hard Chance had to hold the hand of the guy who looked like Tom Cruise. The boat rocked and water splashed on his face.
"I'm gonna breed you now, bitch," Brody said. "Are you ready for some seed, bitch?"
Chance nodded. He'd been on the verge of orgasm for a while. "Yes ... breed me."
Brody bucked harder and they both exploded at the same time. Chance only had to hold his cock lightly in his palm to come; it was the same inner orgasm Brody had given him in the back seat of the car. While he was still deep inside, Brody leaned over Chance's shoulders and kissed him on the mouth.
They would have lingered there for a while if they'd been alone, but when one of the guys said, "Hey, that was hot. Maybe you two can come back tomorrow night and we can all take turns tagging his ass again," Brody took charge and decided it was time to leave. He said, "Sorry, guys, this was just a little fun and games tonight. This tight hole belongs to me."
The guys groaned and hooted a few times when Brody started the boat and Chance leaned over the side to pull up the anchor. He was still naked and they were watching his round ass, so he spread his legs and arched his back slowly for them. He liked how deep and throaty their voices sounded in the dark night. But more than that, Chance was pleasantly flattered to find that three good-looking guys would actually want to take turns on
his
ass. This was something that hadn't occurred to him, but it was nice to know.
When they were alone again on the dark water and Chance was leaning into Brody's side, he asked, "Did you really mean that back there, when you told those guys that my ass belonged to you?"
Brody pulled him closer and smiled. "Damn right I did. That ass is mine now. They can only fuck you if I give them permission."
"You liked watching that, didn't you?" Chance asked.
"It was fucking hot, baby. You're a good bottom boy that likes dick. You can take a lot and never complain."
Chance shrugged and took a deep breath, then he reached down and grabbed Brody's soft penis and started to massage his balls. "Well, then, that means these big old things belong to me then."
Brody smiled and spread his legs wider. "Remind me to give you my cell number before you leave tonight. I won't call you, but you can call when you're free again."
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On Wednesday morning, while Sarah was explaining to Chance in torturous detail how her new boyfriend Mike loved it when she sat on his face, there was a loud, piercing scream from behind the market. Sarah stopped talking and grabbed the counter. They stared at each other for a moment, then ran out the back door to see what had happened. When they reached the barn, they stopped short when they saw Dan Pratta standing in front of four trapped squirrels, with his body slumped forward and his hands pressed to the side of his head. All the squirrels had fluorescent orange tails, and Dan kept repeating, "I never saw nothing like this in my life."
"Are those the same squirrels you took to upstate New York, hon?" Sarah asked. She stepped forward to get a closer look. Her hand was pressed to her chest and her eyes were open very wide.
Dan blessed himself with the sign of the cross and said, "These are the same ones. See, they have the orange tails." He continued to stare at the cages. His expression kept switching from wonder to horror.
Chance shook his head and frowned. He shoved his hands into his pockets and pinched his legs so he wouldn't bust out laughing. When he'd gone down to the barn earlier and he saw that Dan had trapped four
new
squirrels, he'd sprayed
their
tails orange, too. But a little lighter this time, so Dan would think some of the orange spray paint had worn off on their trek back from upstate New York.
"What are you going to do now?" Sarah asked. She was chewing gum and her lips kept smacking together.
"Only one thing to do," he said. "Take these
bastardos
down to my brother's place in Maryland." He looked Sarah up and down and shook his head. She was wearing tight white shorts pulled up to her waist.
"Maryland?" Chance asked.
"Yes. Maryland," he said, but he pronounced it
Mary
aland. "My brother, he told me on the phone, 'You take 'em here ... there's-a no way they can get back from-a here.'"
Chance lowered his eyebrows and tapped his chin with his index finger. "That's an awfully long ride."
"I'll stay overnight," Dan said, "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.
You.
Close-a the market tonight, and open it in the morning. It won't be too busy this time of the week. You will be fine alone."
Sarah tilted her head and frowned. Her legs were spread, she tapped her right foot and she had one hand on her hip. "But what if they came back next week from Maryland?"
Dan stared at her for a moment with turned-down eyebrows and a frown. Then he pointed toward the market and asked Sarah, "Hey,
you,
who's in the store watching the cash register? I don't pay you to stand around here talking about squirrels."
Sarah covered her open mouth with both hands, then jogged back to the market. She had narrow legs shaped like the bottom of an X, and she was wearing a four-inch-high pair of white canvas wedgies. When she ran, she actually had to hold down her big tits so they wouldn't flop up and down.
Dan waved to her back, then he said to Chance, "Good thing
she's-a
got big tits, 'cause
she's-a
got no brains. Chewing gum like a fat cow."
He left for Maryland at one in the afternoon, to avoid rush hour in Baltimore. And he was so concerned about getting rid of the squirrels once and for all that he didn't even bother or leave any special instructions for Chance. All he said was, "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. No fucking around,
you."
But the minute Dan's truck was down the street and out of sight, the first thing Chance did was dial Brody's cell phone so they could get together that night. Though it had only been a few days, it felt like years since Brody had been in his pants. Brody asked if he wanted to have dinner, but Chance thought it was safer to just go over to Brody's around ten that night. It was a small town, and he didn't want to run into anyone he knew in a restaurant, especially not while he was sneaking around behind Dan's back. He didn't even tell Sarah what he was doing.
When he pulled up to Brody's house, the moon was so full that he almost forgot to turn off his headlights. Brody was on the front porch waiting for him. His dark hair was still damp from the shower and he smelled like Old Spice and fresh well water. He wore a black T-shirt, jeans and black lace-up boots. He'd told Chance that he'd only brought three pairs of shoes: black dress, his Navy boots, and running shoes. He liked to pack lightly and figured if he needed anything else, he could always buy it in the States.
He put his hands in his pockets as Chance crossed the front walk. When Chance reached the steps, he said, "This is the first time you've come to visit me wearing clothes."
Chance shook his head. "This is the first time I've been able to leave the house like a normal person." He was wearing a tight pair of low-rise jeans and a red tank top that made his small nipples stick out.
Brody kept smiling. His chin was raised and his head was tilted back. "You look good in clothes." Then he walked down to meet him and said, "Let's go down to the boat house. My mother is sound asleep, and she has full-time nurses now. They will be here until the end."
"How is she?" Chance asked. He knew Brody wasn't close with his mother, but he couldn't not ask.
"Not good," Brody said. "She's completely bedridden now, and that's why I had to call hospice this week." He sighed and shook his head. "It's hard, really hard, to watch. At least she's well medicated and sleeps most of the time."
The old stone boat house next to the dock was one large studio apartment with a living room area, a sleeping section and a small kitchenette that had yellow wallpaper with faded red cherries. It was like stepping into a page from the l950 summer edition of a home decorating magazine: The white appliances had that rounded art deco look with large chrome knobs and handles, the furniture was made from solid maple with upholstered cushions, and the walls were knotty pine panels. The knickknacks on the maple end tables were kitschy: little porcelain cats and dogs with bells, a long white cougar nightlight resting upon a television so old it had a rabbit ear antenna. The whole place had that damp, tweedy lake smell, the same summertime smell the inside of Brody's boat had.
"This place is great," Chance said. He walked over to the full-sized bed and ran his palm over the pink chenille bedspread. "It'd be a great honeymoon suite for a bed and breakfast."
Brody smiled and pushed him backward onto the bed. "That's exactly what I was thinking about tonight," he said. "And you can be the virgin bride, and we can bang like honeymooners." Then he climbed on top of Chance and started kissing his neck.
Chance wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "You have a one-track mind, a one-track dirty mind." He reached down and grabbed Brody's crotch. "And you're already hard as a rock."
"You get me hot, baby." He reached down and unbuttoned Chance's pants. Then he stood, pulled off Chance's shoes and socks, and yanked his pants down past his ankles. "You're not exactly soft," he said. Then he fell on top of Chance and they started to kiss.
Chance wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the other went down between his legs. While their tongues rolled and sucked and licked, he unzipped Brody's pants and reached inside to hold his cock. He didn't pull or tug hard on the big thing—he gently held it in his palm and ran his fingertips up and down the shaft. When he did this, Brody moaned inside his mouth, so he did again, only lighter, and Brody moaned even louder. It felt so rigid and mean, yet so soft and smooth at the same time, a steel rod covered with soft satin. It didn't take long for Brody to stop kissing and get up. He kicked off his boots and socks, then pulled off his pants and T-shirt. His movements were awkward and gangly, and it reminded Chance of the fplayers on his high school football team changing in the locker room after a game. Only they didn't have huge erections, and they weren't ready to pounce on top of him with all their strength.
When Brody was completely naked, he reached down and pulled off Chance's red T-shirt. He climbed back on top, put his arm around Chance's shoulder and pulled him up to his chest. As they lay there on their sides, pressed tightly together, he reached back for a handful of Chance's ass. The harder he squeezed, the deeper and louder Chance moaned. Then Brody whispered into his ear, "I have this kink, but I'm not sure you'll be into it."
"Kink?" Chance asked. "What sort of kink?"
Brody kissed him on the lips quickly. "Ah, well, I shouldn't have said anything. You won't be into this. I'm sorry I said anything. Let's just forget it."
But Chance could see that Brody was serious—he had a kink that needed to be satisfied and he was only pretending to be sorry he'd mentioned it when he was really hoping Chance would continue asking about it. Chance smiled. It was cute; the way he tried to play it down. "Brody, just tell me about this kink and we'll see. Now I'm curious." There wasn't much he wouldn't do to please Brody.
"You might run out of here screaming. I don't want to freak you out or anything."
Chance blinked a couple of times. Then he held his breath and said, "You can tell me. I won't run out screaming. I promise." But after the boat ride, and those three guys taking turns fucking him while Brody had watched, he couldn't help but wonder what Brody wanted to do next.
"I'm into high heels," he said. "Not actually wearing them myself, but having the other guy wear them."
Chance smiled and sat up, wrapped his hand around Brody's dick and rubbed it gently. He leaned forward, put the head of Brody's dick into his mouth and sucked it a few times. Then he lifted his head and said, "Hey, there's nothing wrong with that. It's kind of sexy. I've never done it, but I'm not going to run out screaming." Then he laughed and said, "Too bad we don't have a pair of high heels right now." He stuck out his tongue and started licking Brody's dick.
Well.
Brody jumped up and kneeled on the floor so he could slide his hand under the bed. He pulled out a shoe box and opened it. He threw the top of the box across the room and reached inside for a pair of white, almond-toe, six-inch-high heels. He started to breathe heavy and he was smiling so wide you could see his gums. "I ordered these shoes last week on the Internet. I hope they fit. I figured you were a size nine men's shoe, so I ordered a twelve just to be on the safe side." Then he tossed them onto Chance's lap.
Chance stared down at the shoes and smiled. He didn't want to let Brody down, since he'd obviously been planning this for a while. So he stood up, placed one hand on Brody's shoulder for support and put on the high heels. He looked down and took a deep breath. "How do they look?"
Brody slapped him on the ass. "Like a perfect fit. Lift up your leg and let me see."
Chance lifted one leg and rested it on the bed next to Brody. His legs were naturally hairless, with thin, shapely ankles that rounded up to smooth calf muscles. He was one of those lucky men with that rare combination of virile masculinity and soft feminine features. He started to wobble and had to hold on to Brody with both hands so he wouldn't fall over. Brody's dick got even harder when he ran his hand from Chance's ankle all the way up to his thigh. He bit his bottom lip and said, "Fucking hot. Can I watch you walk around the room now?"
"Ah well..." It was one thing to put them on and get fucked, but it hadn't occurred to him that Brody would want him to parade around the room.
"Trust me, you look really hot right now," Brody said. "Please, just walk around the room for me." He patted Chance's ass a few times, then gave him a slight push toward the main room. "Go ahead."
At first he hobbled out to the living area with bowed legs, working all his leg muscles so he wouldn't topple over. Just looking down at the dangerous six-inch heels made his balls pop up into his groin. He bit his tongue and concentrated on his balance. But the more he walked, the easier it became. When he crossed the room and turned back to see if Brody was still watching, he saw Brody sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hairy legs wide open, stroking his erection. His head went slowly up and down, and his eyes gazed between the high heels and the tops of Chance's legs. He even whistled and shouted, "You've got great legs, baby."
Walking around in high heels felt naughty and sexy, as if he were on stage in a tacky strip joint. He smiled and stretched his arms in the air when Brody whistled. When Brody started to hoot and yell with a deep voice, he turned all the way around, arched his back and wiggled his ass. He leaned forward over the coffee table and lifted one leg backward, arching his foot in the air. His own dick was fully erect by then.
Brody stared at his legs with deep hunger in his eyes. "You are so fucking hot, baby," he said. "If those guys on the lake saw you now, they'd be jumping over the side of the boat to get some of that." Then he bit the side of his hand. "Get the fuck over here, bitch."
Chance approached the bed and placed his hands around Brody's thick neck, and then he slowly, cat-like, climbed up on his lap and wrapped his legs around Brody's waist. Brody moaned a few times, then grabbed the bottom of Chance's ass and stood up. With Chance's legs wrapped around his waist, he carried him across the room to a maple dining table and lowered him onto his back. He let go of Brody's neck and lifted his legs into the air and over Brody's shoulders. The white high heels dangled over Brody's back. Chance relaxed all his muscles and took a deep breath. Brody spit on his dick and pressed the head to Chance's pink hole. He spread his own legs wider, leaned back and worked the head into the small opening. When it was all the way inside, Chance threw his arms behind his head and arched his back.
Brody grabbed his thighs and started to buck, slowly at first, but in no time the white high heels were flying in all directions and Chance's eyes were rolling backwards.
"Fuck me, dude," Chance said. "Bang my ass."
"You look like a little slut in those high heels," Brody said. "I'm gonna fuck that slut ass as hard as I can. What do you want me to do, bitch?"
"Breed me, dude," Chance begged. "Fill me with that big dirty dick."
He fucked with the waltz-type rhythm, but every now and then he'd stop, turn his head to the side, and lick one of the white high heels. He stuck his tongue all the way out and licked from the base of the heel up to the toe. And when he licked them, Chance could actually feel the big dick swell inside his body. Chance reached down between his legs and jerked his own dick to the rhythm of Brody's fucking. When he moaned, "Yes, deeper, harder," Brody rammed his dick so hard the table moved.
Brody's face became pinched and he closed his eyes. "I'm getting close, baby," he said. "Press one of those high heels against my chest and keep jerking your dick."
Chance lifted his right leg and rested the toe on Brody's shoulder and the heel against the top of his chest. But not too hard; he didn't want to hurt him. When he looked up for the first time and saw how sexy it looked with Brody sliding in and out, one high heel over Brody's shoulder and the other pressed to his chest, he had to control his own orgasm.
Brody started to take deep, labored breaths; a drop of sweat from his forehead fell on Chance's stomach. "Here it comes, baby. Oh yeah, here it ... AHHH," He bucked fast a few times, and then banged it in so hard the table moved again.
When the table moved and Brody squeezed his thighs hard, Chance jerked his own dick a few times and erupted so violently his sperm sailed right over his head and landed on the knotty pine wall behind them.
Brody took a deep breath and wiped his forehead with the side of his hand. Then he slapped Chance on the ass and said, "That was hot, baby." He was still holding Chance's thighs and still shoving it in and out of Chance's hole.
"Come down here and kiss me," Chance whispered.
Brody shoved it all the way in again and leaned forward. He pressed his lips to Chance's and rolled his tongue all the way around. Then he lifted his head. "Are you okay? I know I can get kind of rough. But when I'm inside you, I lose track of what's going on and all I can think about is coming. I swear, your hole is a little lower than most guys and that's why it's so easy to fuck you. I've never felt anything so soft and sweet before. I hate to fucking pull out."