Hungry

That hungry-ass bitch didn’t care one fucking bit!

Not that I cared or was expecting him too under the circumstances, but DAMN, he was going hard at it like he was the one coming off the pipe. That bitch was a cum-hungry slut that didn’t care one way or another which way his ass got broken off as long as it got taken care of. I wasn’t worried two shits about that, being that his ass was going to be well taken care of the second I sunk this big black dick deep up in his dooky chute. Then, as soon as I let him know I got him on this end, he started whining like a fucking baby, like I was on the verge taking away his favorite toy. He needed dick to pacify his mouth. He needed dick to plug up that cleaned-out exhaust pipe. That bitch was so fucking hungry for dick his ass gave his away like candy. When it comes down the tube it’s that fucking easy to get, I don’t usually fuck with it. I don’t like to dance in sloppy seconds unless I know I was the first to stamp it and the last one to flood it out.

But that night I didn’t give a shit. I was just horny with a stiff brick between my legs, and he was just one hungry-ass motherfucker I copped from afar.  

I probably sound a little crazy talking about this hungry motherfucker without giving you the back story. Let me start from the very beginning.

I couldn’t say how far it went back except to say it went way back to when I had a roommate, which was about a couple of years back. He was the one that put me onto this spot not too far from the crib we were renting. Since the two of us were tops and we couldn’t do anything unless one of us bent over (believe me I tried hard with his bumbling brown ass), we often exchanged information about those dudes with that fire head game and those tight bottoms with those dairy-milking asses. Back when he originally brought up this certain gas station, I wasn’t really hearing him out because I was rolling in ass then. I had booty calls every quarter hour. And the only reason I was swapping stories with him was because I was hoping his asshole would get moist and wet and one thing would lead to another before his drawers came off his ass. So on and so forth. He came close to inviting me into his ass a couple of times. The first time, he said he didn’t want to complicate matters. The second time, he saw the dick. He retreated like a scared little bitch, thinking that one sweet pop of his booty with this bruiser dick was going to make his wrists go limp.

At any rate, he kept on and on about this gas station down the street from us like it was some sort of sex club church thing he attended once a week to hook up with these freaks that did a grand number on his dick. My roommate warned me not to fuck with that early crowd. And by early he meant before two in the morning. He said before then, most of them were just straight-up fags, the kind too ugly for the club and would do just about anything to cop a dick. Then there were the anointed few, the late crowd as he called them, that genuinely took care of a raw piece like a titty bitch that wanted to make sure her man came back home at night. He had one really good one he often joked he was going to make his wifey. His lame ass even brought one of those gas station bitches home every now and again. I wouldn’t have had any beef with it if he was for real with it. Turn a stank-nasty ho into a housewife for all I care. That wasn’t even the case, though. It was just purely sex between them. Man and ho. I was sure of that because whenever he brought this particular bitch home, he always wanted me to join him in tag teaming. I was cool with getting in that nutt, but not with my roommate bringing that piece of trash home like he was some fugly geekmonster that couldn’t do any better.

It was because of this I bounced my separate way after our lease was up, and I never saw dude or his cum piece again.

I wasn’t even thinking about him or his friend that night I got behind the wheel and started driving. I must have been really tired after the club, because rather than go home to my new crib which was about a good fifteen minutes away from where I was, I drove forty-five minutes out of the way back to my old crib with ol’ boy. I was in the parking lot and everything before I caught that someone was in my usual parking spot. I might have caught my mistake much earlier if I had been more into the club scene earlier that night. Like, if I saw somebody hot and I couldn’t get with them or their friend or the usual suspects, I might’ve just gone home and jagged off. I wasn’t horny that night so I wasn’t even trying to pound on some ass, even though a couple of dudes slipped me their number.

I was like dead tired on the drive up but by the time I caught my mistake I was wide awake like I wasn’t tired in the first place. I was tempted to give one of the numbers in my pocket a ring before I thought about the gas station. I was about in the middle, bound to go either way until it occurred to me I couldn’t remember what the dudes looked like that gave me their numbers. On top of that, I might have to do some more driving to hunt them out. I was reluctant to head over to the gas station too, thinking that my best bet was to go on home. I hadn’t played with those dudes like that to know the ropes. I looked at the time. It was shortly after two. I had two options: I could head home or close to home and get some action at one of the local sex booths in town or head over to the gas station.

I headed over to the gas station, with my roommate on my shoulder whispering in my ear that those bitches didn’t just get a dick wet, but they sucked and deep-throated and swallowed like a thirsty mug. I was even reminded of some of the pre-opt trannies he talked about. Even though I was a proud gay man, I loved the idea of wrapping my large hands around some fake titties and pulling on some fake hair. Even if it didn’t pop off like that, I was intrigued by the possibility.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I pulled up into the empty gas station with all of its light shining bright. I guess I was naively thinking (or sleep thinking) that all the cum-thirsty pieces were just going to appear out of obscurity and throw themselves on my dick. My dick was on brick then. I was sorely disappointed when all I saw was this lone clerk manning the gas station. I remember my roommate said none of them were a bother except for the dyke who thought she owned the place. But even she had a tendency to shy away from two men going at it. She had something personal against the trannies.

I parked the Navigator on the other side of the pump and slowly got out. I may have been tired and awake as fuck, but I wanted him to drink in all of my good looks. I can be arrogant and say I’m all that without falling short of any expectations. But I won’t. Confidence and cockiness are in two different leagues. I will be modest enough to say I’m a cut above the rest with my face and diesel-cut body alone. With the unzipping of my pants, a slight flash of my dick, I get a few shameless oh my god looks. One, the guy at the pump, readily gave when I came back from the inside to jump into my ride with my dick swinging between my fly.

He was trying his best to look without looking. I wasn’t mad, though. He was falling into the trap. Just as planned. Mainly, I got clearance he got down with the program. He was about five foot nine, low caesar cut, greased wavy hair, with one of those nice compact bodies highlighted by his tight white tee and his high shelf booty. I wasn’t giving him any eye contact as I made my way back to the pump. I learned long time ago giving off eye contact to a piece right off the bat sets off this sort of cat/mouse game whereas a fisherman with failsafe bait reels them in every time.

I won’t even lie. It was quite funny watching him damn near break his neck slyly trying to sneak a peak around the corner. Where’s the dick? Where’s the freakin’ dick? I need to be cool, but I needed to know…where’s that dick? There’s that dick? Dude got a freakin’ big-ass dick! I got to go pull back, now. So he don’t pull out my ho card. He was doing this trying to be coy with it but instead came off as bold as a panther on the prowl.

 

Let me do the work, I thought to what I thought his thoughts were. Don’t be such a hungry one, trick. I got your appetite covered. Like the rapper said, enough to feed the needy.

He was so afraid I was going to tease it and leave it I could tell he was desperate to start a conversation with me. I wasn’t having it. Good thing I got a big-ass ride with a trunk door I can open, pretending to look for something and ignore him at the same time. I could see through the tint of the back window he was brazenly trying to come over on my side of the pump. He was stepping closer and closer. So close in fact I thought I got a faint whiff of his cologne. When I thought he came too close, I grabbed the door and slammed the shit out of it, scaring him back to his car.

He stopped trying to look over for a moment, and quickly resumed, casually making his way back between the pumps trying to look on my end. Where’s that dick? What he didn’t know was I had a surprise for his ass. I took advantage of his fear and crept up behind him, coming on my side of the pump next to my hood. I hit both of his sides just above his waist, not caring if I got a laugh or a yelp. With his arms sort of out, I reached under them and locked them so he couldn’t move them with my hands strategically behind his head, as I leaned him forward against my vehicle.

I think he was so scared he forgot to get something out of his mouth other than this large inhale. I wanted to laugh. I thought his panicked alarm was funny. But like my cousin always said, the best way to cook lobster is to make sure that the water is hot.

“Calm down, folk,” I growled in his ear. “I see you like what you see. I like what I see too. What we going to do about that?”

I let him linger with that thought for a minute with my freed dick pressed hard against designer denim-clad booty.

“Damn, Daddy.” He said in a low masculine cry, sounding sexy than a mug.

“Someone must have gotten the memo I had got a soft spot for my bitches that call me Daddy.”

I knew this could go either way. He could fight the fact he wasn’t a bitch or he wasn’t in the business of being bitched out, only for me to work to bring it out of his sweet ass after a few good strokes.

“Damn, Daddy, you ain’t got to do me like this.” He whined properly. “I don’t have a problem being a good bitch for that good dick.”

He was teasing me. Fuck!

“You need this big dick up in you, doncha? You need it to tap into your deep and nasty inner ho… bring out that inner bitch… explode those rings…roam those guts…and flood you out with these babies, huh?”

I couldn’t even begin to describe the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was game, ready for whatever was going to come down the pipe.

“Damn, Daddy, I need that dick up in me bad, man.”

“You’re going to get it. Daddy wants to tap that candied ass, dig out your inner bitch.”

“Long as you dick me down like that, Daddy, I ain’t got no beef with that.” He exhaled before adding, “I got a spot not to far from here.”

“Nah, G,” I breathed, taking his scent of cologne and excitement, and said something that even surprised me. “Let me stop you right there. I want that ass right here right now.”

“Out here?”

“No doubt,” I said.

I wasn’t originally planning on it going down out there, as I was thinking the side or the back of the building, but I liked the sound of it once I got the words out of my mouth. I loved that the security cam was taking all of this in.

“What if the po-po comes by?”

“Fuck the po-po.” I said, not being brave-hearted as I was just thinking purely with my head below my waist. “I need you to take this dick like a soldier anywhere I pull it out… and as you can feel I got it out right now.”

“Yeah, Daddy,” he moaned, as a couple of the lights above our head went slightly dim against the ultra bright lights surrounding us. I thought, if I was going to fuck him, over the hood would be the best place to do it. As I moved him over from my vehicle to his vehicle, I thought about the clerk inside watching the television.

If I wasn’t giving a shit about the damn po-po, I damn sure wasn’t going to fret over any damn minimum wage clerk.

As bizarre as it may sound, I couldn’t see a dude working the graveyard shift calling the police talking about somebody having sex around the gas pumps. Even though I had it fresh in my mind my roommate said they didn’t care, it had been a minute since I conversed with him. At least, that was what I thought since it had been a minute since I’d seen him. Either way, I just couldn’t see him calling the police because if he was straight, he wasn’t going to tell anybody what he saw without the fear of it rubbing off on him. If he was a gay motherfucker, he was just going to have to grab a hot dog and take some serious notes.

I got him over his hood, the Dodge Charger. He still had his clothes on. I could feel him getting soaking wet through his thin pants. If I didn’t know any better, I might have assumed he just finished up with somebody else. I don’t know what gave me that impression. But I had a hunch. I put his face down against the hood of his car and go for peeling off his pants. He had that saggy-baggy look, so they came off without a problem. It was much more work to get off his boxer-briefs, and even that was nothing more than a swipe.

“You’re going straight to it, huh, now?” He asked, with his drawers cuffing the underside of his ass.

He had one of those picture-perfect asses that looked like it was missing from some high-end photo gallery.

“Damn, right.”

“You want me to wet that pipe for you, Daddy?”

This time it wasn’t what he said, but how he said it, keeping that masculine edge was just working me over overtime. For me, it’s like its one thing to get a flaming queen to give it up and bitch out over a dick. It’s a whole new season to find a hard man that knows he’s found a real man to climb on his back.

“Nah, G, I’m just going to slide my dick right up in there and make you hit notes that you never thought you could!”

“Damn, son…Daddy,” he corrected.

“’Damn Daddy’ is right.” I said, taking a swift slap to the back of his head as I parked my dick between his thighs. I could feel his cheeks just vibrating thinking I was going to get straight to work.

I had no doubt he was just that wet. That I could just slide up in there for smooth sailing. That bitch was hungry for it. I had a lube pillow in my pocket. I was thinking about using it then but decided against it being I had just one. Knowing me, I can go the distance and with him being naturally wet and my mouth salivating and the backup in my pocket, I knew that we were good.

I pulled back, letting that ass of his kiss the fresh night air and my precum dry from his sweaty nutt sac. I was looking for dude to back that ass up, chase it. Instead of just throwing my dick up in there, I took my thick thumb and just started thumbing his hole. I was expecting him to be a little sweaty. I wasn’t expecting the bitch to be already greased like an old back door with a few hits of WD-40.

“You’re a hungry bitch, aincha?”

He whimpered like a true bitch, trying to get my thumb in him passed the last knuckle.

“You got that tight hole for Daddy, doncha?”

“Unnnnhhhh,” he gnarled.

“Listen to you up there. You’re bitching out over this thumb. It ain’t even a lengthy finger.”

I reached forward and fingered his balls from the tip of his shaft as I was sure my thumb was long enough to fish for his prostate. I found it with no problem, listening to him up there.

“Daddy, please,” he puffed like some whining fiend.

“Daddy, please, what?” I smiled.

“Fuck me…ohhhh,” he grumbled against my thumb twisting against his insides.

“I didn’t hear you, Lil’ G. Whatcha say?” I joked.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” He winced with one more twist.

“You don’t want to suck Daddy’s dick, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy, what?”

“Yes, Daddy, I want to…suck…your…dick, ohhh,” he trembled against me.

“You want my cum?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy’s cum. Where you want it?”

“In my mouth,” he groaned.

“Where else?”

“Down my throat,” he added.

“Down that cum-hungry throat, where else?”

“Up my ass,” he groaned again, breathing harder as I played with his hole.

“Up that sweet bitch ass, you say? You want Daddy to paint your guts with his nutt?”

“Uh-huh,” he panted, just against my fingers

“Where else you want Daddy to put that nutt?”

He paused for a moment, and muttered, “In my face.”

“Close,” I smiled, using my thumb to go in and out of him. “I was looking for wherever I want to put that nutt. It could be down your throat…up your ass…in your eye…through your nose…on your ass…in your ass…in your pubes…wherever Daddy sees fit.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he cried as my thumb beat against his prostate.

I pulled it out.

The bitch was super hungry. He needed dick in his mouth and in his ass. I was just one man, but I had him covered on both ends.

I slammed my dick straight into his moist hole. No care or concern. Not for some dude that came off it quicker than a streetwalker that got paid for it. He wasn’t nearly as open as I was led to believe, either that, my dick was simply too big for such puckered butt lips. But listening to him holler through it was like music to my sadistic ears, his hole trying its best to suck me in like the hungry ho I knew him to be.

“Why are you doing all that hollering up there, huh?” I asked calmly, pinning his back down and pile-driving through his tight ass rings to go balls deep. “The whole point of you getting fucked is for you to get fucked and like it.”

I laughed.

“Oh, God,” he moaned through gritted teeth. “Take it out, Daddy!”

I laughed some more.

“Don’t act like you’ve never had some dick before, now. A hungry slut like you lives off a cum-filled dick to splatter your guts!” I said, slapping his ass hard.

He yelped.

“Open up, bitch.” I slapped his ass again.

“Oh, God,” he repeated a few more times before I got in there good with my balls right in the groove of his crack.

That motherfucker cock-a-doodle-doo-ed so loudly I was looking for the sun to show up.

“Calm down, bitch, it ain’t nothing but that good Daddy Dick robbing you of your stank pussy.”

I held still for a minute, letting him get used to the dick inside of him, stretching him to his limits. He was caught between pleasure and pain. Mumbling and moaning and I wasn’t even stroking yet. I just got it in.

I continued bringing my hands back to his waist, “Letting some random dude run up in you like that. From the gas station, no less. I know bitch-ass hoes like you. You probably get trained on the regular just to take care of this insatiable hole. Don’t worry, though, I got the stamina of about nine men.”

I pulled out just to shove it back in like a beast, digging him out like a bulldozer at a construction site. He was yelling and yelping like we were in a hotel room with sounds bouncing off the walls except I was reminded that we weren’t inside but outdoors. The only building other than the gas station was about a good five hundred yards away. The rest was hills and wooded area with an occasional car zooming by.

“This ass got a snug fit to it, though.” I puffed after some time.

After a while, even though he was letting me swim in it, it didn’t feel like I sank in it. It felt like though I was going deep I wasn’t getting all the way in there, so I snatched his cheap drawers off and spread his legs like a bona fide ho.

“Let me in this bitch…yeah, throw it back! Throw it back. There you go. That’s that good stank pussy, bitch!”

I probably wasn’t even leveling strokes into a good five minutes after that before he cried something terrible and his hole broke open. It was like he had no walls. His hole was so opened I probably could have shoved my fist up in there and there would have still been no walls up in there. 

I didn’t care at this point. I was still going hard for mine and he was still bitching out to the hood of his car. I was slapping his ass hard between ramming lunges. He loved it, throwing it back even harder, trying to make me bust a nutt.

“Oh fuck, motherfucker, Daddy,” he screeched with me fucking with much more abandon. I was never sensitive to fucking him out there, but it was less than a notion the more I got into it. Like, being out there in the open there was some safety net being night and being that the neighborhood was quiet. But by then, the way I was going in it raw, it could have been daytime in front of the police station, and I couldn’t have given two good shits.

“This Daddy’s pussy, ain’t it, bitch?”

I was slapping his ass and drilling it like I was going for oil. The next thing I know his asshole just tightened up. Going from this sagging chasm back to the way I found it, only tighter. It was just choking the shit out of my dick and I’m fighting, pumping through like a champ, not knowing until he let out another grunt that I just knocked a load out of him that happened to squirt against the rim of his car.

Now, I’m stuck with two choices: I can hold him down and go for mine or I can do something else.

“Your ass just going to take my load,” I mouthed to myself, choosing the former.

I dug my fingers deep into his waist. Although I wasn’t ready to bust a nutt quite yet, I was going to force one on out anyway. I just allowed myself to feel it, feel my dick scrape against his hole. With very little lube it left a lot of friction, and when I truly got into it and rode that feeling, I felt my nutts boil and was on the verge of bubbling over.

“Yeah, take Daddy’s dick, bitch. GOD DAMMIT!”

I held that bitch tight, and I busted a load so powerful, so far deep inside his guts, that his whole body went further into his hood.

“Turn your ass around and drop to your knees for Daddy.” I said after a couple of more finishing lunges.

He obliged, breathlessly. I plugged my dick right into his mouth. My hands roamed his head and found his ears. I was stroking something back there behind his ear around the base of his neck that just made him purr like a damn kitten. This bitch wasn’t just deep-throating it. It felt like he was using both ends of his tongue to get me going again. I tried not to let him get the best of me. I wanted to fuck his face since he made me rush to get my nutt.

“That’s some good mouth, bitch,” I said complimenting him after some time. “Clean up that mess you made.”

He went from tasting his ass to trying to get me hard again. I wasn’t having that, seeing I had a nice little ride ahead of me to get back home and get to bed.

I let him think he was going get some more, but I pulled my dick out and slapped him in the face with it.

He seemed so ecstatic about it. Most bitches are.

I put my dick back in his eager mouth, kept it there for awhile before pulling it out and slapping him clear across the face with the back of my hand.

“Next time don’t cum until I tell your ass, too.” I said, yanking up my pants.

He looked so stunned, as I headed back to my ride. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to cry or get mad. But his bitch-ass knew better not to respond all crazy. Like he forgot he was nothing more than a cum-hungry bitch on the prowl.

He forgot all about courtesy.

Let your man cum first and then get yours when you can.

As I got further down the highway, smelling the ass and cum wafting through my pants, my mind wasn’t even on that hungry bitch anymore. The only thing I could think about was the story the clerk had to tell his friends.