A Delightful Predicament

“Yes! Yes! Yeeessss!”

Jamir was in the throes of anal pleasure, his asshole going wild with spasms as he was deeply fucked once again, his chute squishing with the collected cum-loads from previous johns. He was on his last cock of the day: a husky Latino trucker in his early forties, brown-skinned and mustached. While he was not quite as well-endowed as the married ebony stud, he was damn near close enough!

“Yeah, puta! Your hot ass needed my dick, huh?” the man teased, a grin curling his lips. “Look at you, a total bitch for big dick!”

“Yes, papi! Yes! I’m your bitch!” Jamir moaned, pushing his ass up and back to meet the steady thrusts pounding pleasure up his gut. He gripped the sheets and moaned louder as the man picked up the pace.

“Urgh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Oh fuck, you’re dicking the hell outta me, papi!” Jamir roared.

“Damn right! Fuck, your pussy is so damn sweet! Gonna make me cum!” the man growled, hammering his cock home rapid-fire as he reached orgasm. “AAUUGHGGHHGH! UUUURRGGGH!”

Jamir buried his face in the pillow, savoring the familiar gush of cum deep in his core, and the rapid powerful pulsing of the huge brown dong. Despite the conflicting sensations of discomfort and delight, he pushed his ass up and back to take every inch he possibly could.

“Shit! You were in love with my dick,” the Latino chuckled, pulling out and rolling onto his back. “Come suck me off then you’ll get your money.”

Jamir obliged more than happily. It had been less than a day, and he had become a true cock-addict. He got to polishing the purplish cockhead, moaning as he painted it sloppy wet; drooling plenty of spit down his chin and soaking the hairy balls and bushy pubes.

“Ooooh fuck yes! That’s it!” the trucker moaned, twirling his fingers in Jamir’s locks then pushing him down further. “Yeah! All the fucking way down on my cock! Get your nose in my balls!”

Jamir obliged, enjoying the sensation of his gullet being stuffed. The man’s funk assailed his nostrils but that only served to arouse, with Jamir’s asshole flexing, greedy for another deep-shafting in spite of the pain throbbing at his core. He swiveled his head as he slurped along the shaft until he’d gotten it polished clean and shining wet; thick strands of spit trailing from his lips as he retreated.

“Good fucking job! Wish I could get up inside you again, but I gotta get ready to hit the road soon.”

“Yeah, I would  have liked that,” Jamir confessed, his eyes glued to the large throbbing erection. He gripped it and stroked it, appreciating the fact that it was still rock-hard. 

After a moment longer, the trucker rose and fished into his jeans. Jamir took his cue and got dressed. No longer concerned about the cum drooling down his thighs, he pulled on his pants and shirt. He’d lost his underwear, as the previous john had decided to keep them as a memento.

“Still can’t believe I fucked a hot college jock like you, Jamir Robeson. I’ll remember this when I’m watching your next game,” the man had said. Jamir chuckled as he returned to the present and took the wad of cash from the husky Latino, who smacked him on the buns as he made his exit. With all the men on the list having been serviced, Jamir made his way back to the front office as he’d been instructed. It was going onto early afternoon by then, and he stepped into the office, grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, it seems someone had a good time getting stuffed,” the chubby blonde clerk chuckled.

“A very good time. It’s not enough money but you did say you’d make up the rest, right?” Jamir asked, brandishing the wad of total cash he’d collected. It barely came to one hundred dollars.

“I sure did promise that” the clerk agreed. “But you’re gonna have to work for it, seeing as how I haven’t gotten in that sweet caramel ass yet!”

The chubby man opened his pants and his raging hard cock popped free. Jamir wasted no time falling to his knees and getting it wet.

“Oh shit! You really learned how to use your mouth and throat back there, didn’t you? Holy fuck!”

Jamir gobbled the throbbing schlong to the root and proceeded to paint it sloppy wet, drooling spit over the balls and pubes. He  caressed the hairy orbs and tugged them lightly as he swiveled his throat, sending the fat clerk into a fit of shivers before retreating to the bulbous pink dome.

“Gotdamn! OH FUCK!” the clerk yelled, pushing Jamir off just before he reached the edge of no return. “Shit, boy! I told you, I want that ass on my dick!”

Jamir grinned, and slid off his pants. He straddled the fat man’s lap, grabbed his big cock and aimed it to his chute. He sank down on it, all the way in one motion, moaning as the familiar sensation of a raging erection filled his guts.

“Ohhh fuck! SHIT!” the clerk barked, as Jamir began to gyrate on his dong. Jamir himself was instantly lost in pleasure, feeling the white dick throb in his guts. He opened his eyes and began to ride, bracing himself on the man’s shoulders.

“Oh my gaaawd! Ohhhh fuck!” Jamir whispered. “Shit! Your dick feels fucking good!”

“Mmm hm!” the fat man murmured, raising Jamir’s shirt and suckling on the dark-brown nipples.

Jamir gasped and rode even faster, his steel-hard cock humping the clerk’s rounded paunch. Every nerve in his body was alive and electric. His asshole quivered. His cock lurched and drooled precum. His nipples were stiff and being pleasured by a talented hot wet tongue. The fat man caressed and groped his firm caramel butt-cheeks. It was all so good, and all so overwhelming. Jamir rode with the singular purpose of making the fat cock inside of him erupt.

He achieved it sooner than he’d realized as the fat man shuddered, grunted and unleashed. Jamir bit his bottom lip as he nestled himself down on the widely jerking cock; the fat man jiggling as he spazzed in the throes of orgasm. After nearly a full minute it was over but Jamir stayed planted on the cock, savoring how it stretched and filled him. He rose off slowly, and the fat man sighed, satisfied.

“Damn, boy! You’ve earned every dollar but truth be told, I got nothing for ya!”

“What? What do you mean?” Jamir asked, suddenly feeling a rush of rage, the kind of hot-headed ‘do-something-regrettable’ rage so typical of testosterone-filled college jocks. He stayed his hand, however, anticipating that the fat man must’ve had more to say.

“Now, calm down. I may not have money for you but I have something better. Rodrigo, get in here!”

Footsteps sounded behind him, as the other entry door to the front office opened, and the same husky Latino who had just fucked him stupid walked in.

“Hey!” Rodrigo greeted, with a smile.

“While you were sucking and getting fucked, I arranged for Rodrigo here to drive you back to campus in his big rig. To be honest, I was going to get you a ride anyway but after you told me Chet and Jenson had you, I could not resist testing just how much of a cum-slut you were,” the fat man smirked.

“I see,” Jamir considered then smiled. “So how did I do?”

“Passed with flying colors!”

“Not meaning to interrupt but we need to go if I’m to stay on schedule while taking this detour,” Rodrigo interrupted.

 

* * * * *

 

It was already well past dark by the time Rodrigo had pulled into the college town. Jamir’s jaw ached from the occasional blowjobs he’d performed while en route, although none of them had resulted in a creamy orgasm for the husky Latino trucker. However, Jamir knew he’d have to pay up, and his instincts were proven correct when Rodrigo parked in the corner of an empty supermarket parking lot instead of driving straight to campus.

“Come into the sleeper cab with me. I got a few more loads to blow in you. We’ll sleep here tonight. Don’t think it will be a problem for you, will it?” the big man teased.

“Not at all,” Jamir agreed.

Naked once again, Jamir was polishing the raging Latino erection, in spite of the ache in his jaw. Spit would be his only lube, along with the remnant loads still lodged up his asshole. With the cock sloppy, he straddled the thick waist, aimed the huge pole to his pouted chute and sank down on it.

“Ooooooh fuck! Shit! That feels good!” Jamir cooed, as he began gyrating, then riding, the dick. He went all the way down, feeling the cockhead wedge home in his core. He rose and they both moaned. He reached the bulbous head then sank all the way down again, using his anal muscles as best he could to grip and milk Rodrigo’s length.

It did not take long for Rodrigo to take control of the fuck, pulling Jamir forward, grasping a fistful of his dreads and forcing him into a wet kiss. Jamir accepted, probing Rodrigo’s mouth with his tongue then allowing the same just as the husky Latino began thrusting upward into his gut. Jamir whimpered. The dick slammed deep but he could only grit his teeth and endure the mixed pleasure and pain, with Rodrigo holding him down firmly by the waist.

“Yeah, puta! Take it! This is what you get for accepting rides with horny truckers!” Rodrigo growled, fucking from beneath with an athleticism that belied his hefty physique.

“Oh shit! Yes! Gimme that nut!” Jamir barked, his nine-incher rock-hard, drooling and throbbing like mad as Rodrigo fucked him straight to orgasm. “AUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!”

“YEAH! SHOOT THAT NUT FOR ME!” Rodrigo barked, taking the spurts of cum to the face and chest without missing a beat, pounding the caramel fuck-chute from beneath until he reached his own massive orgasm.

“UUUURRRGGGHH! UUURRGGH SHIT! PUTA! PERFECTO, MARICON!”

Jamir slumped forward over Rodrigo’s huge meaty chest, panting hard and glazed in sweat; the huge cock still wedged firmly up his cum-filled ass.

“I’ll give you five minutes to recover,” Rodrigo stated. “I’m still hard and horny, and I very much intend to fuck the every-loving daylights out of you before I drop you off at campus tomorrow morning.”