Drunk-Dick

Terry and I were great friends and had grown up together. When puberty struck, we both realized that we were attracted to other guys and were able to rely on each other’s support as our sexual orientation began to develop and flourish. Although we did fool around, we soon recognized that we were not really into one another and were attracted to the same kind of butch guys. As time passed, we both got lucky from time to time and delighted in sharing our adventures about the horny studs that we were fortunate enough to coerce into pleasuring.

After school, we both attended college and qualified. Because old habits die hard, during this period, our exploits were again eagerly shared and feverishly gossiped.

Ultimately, however, the sad day arrived when Terry moved to a city a thousand miles away. As you would expect, although we were in frequent phone and computer contact, our one on one interaction was sorely missed. Because of this, I commenced planning a week-long break to visit him, and soon all our plans were in place.

I would depart early on a Saturday morning; spend the night in a motel in order to cut my long trip in half, and then follow the same procedure the following Saturday for my return journey home.

I had opted to drive rather than fly because my vehicle was in sore need of a good run. I only ever used it for short distances and felt that the engine could do with the benefit of a long trip.

The journey was pleasant, and when I reached my first destination by mid-afternoon, the motel in the small town I was staying in was far pleasanter than I had anticipated. After a quick shower, I relaxed on my bed for a few hours, prior to making my way to a diner that was situated a short distance from my motel. I was anticipating an early night because I wanted to get going early the following morning.

Upon returning to the motel I decided to pop into the popular bar at the establishment. Saturday nights at this bar were very popular with the locals, and of course, I was interested in seeing what the local men looked like. After sitting on a barstool at the long counter I scanned the room to find that some of the guys were fuckin’ hot. Of course, there were also quite a few ladies milling around and receiving attention from the studs that were on a night out. Most of the guys had a cowboy look about them and worked on the many farms in the area.

The country music emanating from the speakers added to the redneck milieu marvellously, and I was in heaven as my imagination began to envisage a Brokeback Mountain kind of scenario.

As I sat there mentally salivating, a hunky guy entered the bar and sat on a stool two seats away from me. He was wearing one of those ridiculously sexy cowboy hats, and the traditional garb that one would expect from a cowboy. His face looked sternly weather-beaten, and although many people wouldn’t call him attractive, to me he was unbelievably handsome. As his beer was placed before him a huge rough paw picked up the bottle and placed it to his lips.

No sooner had been placed the bottle down before him, before he commenced lip-syncing to the song that was playing.       

Unable to restrain myself, I asked, “Is this one of your favourite songs?”

As he turned to look at me my heart sank, because he had what almost appeared to be a scowl on his face. Fortunately, his expression quickly changed to smile.

“Yeah… I love this song,” he answered, as he scanned me in an assessing manner, particularly focussing on the earrings in my ears.

After another sip of his beer, he then asked, “Do you like country music?”

“Sure,” I lied.

“Who are your favourite singers?” he then inquired.

“Patsy, Garth, Reba, and Travis,” I quickly answered, tabulating the only names that I could think of. As he approvingly nodded his head, I began crapping myself that he would ask me about favourite songs that they had recorded. Fortunately, he did not.

“Name’s Albert,” he then announced. 

“I’m Kevin,” I replied.

“You ain’t from around here,” Albert then rhetorically stated.

I now went on to explain my situation as briefly as I could, not wanting to bore him to death.

After my summation, Albert asked, “Married?”

“No. Not married, engaged, or involved,” I answered.

“Clever guy,” he then replied with pursed lips and raised eyebrows, almost as if he just had an epiphany after my revelation. I couldn’t help wondering if he had begun to wonder if I was possibly gay.

“And you?” I inquired.

“Nah… was, but now I’m divorced,” he replied.

“Kids?” I questioned.

“No, thank fuck not,” he stated, before adding, “Luckily, I now don’t have that obligatory servitude to deal with for the rest of my life.”   

“So what do you do?” I next asked.

Albert now told me that he worked on a large ranch and was in charge of the horses. He apparently, had a special gift with these animals and tended to the training and care of all the horses on the farm. It was clear from his passion that he was an equine aficionado of note.

By now the bar was filling up and so Albert moved to the stool next to mine.  

“Stallions are fascinating. You won’t believe what I am about to tell you, but I have seen a stallion mount another male and anally penetrate him,” Albert now told me matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding,” I answered, wondering if this was a probing question of sorts.  

“I kid you not. But then as you may or may not beware, homosexual behaviour has often been observed in the animal kingdom, so I suppose the ‘gay’ thing is no big deal,” he concluded, with a strange look of connivance.

I was now finding our conversation awkwardly entrancing, and Albert’s demeanour was taking on an air of suggestiveness.

‘Jesus,’ I began to ruminate, ‘Is this going to be my lucky night with this hick-hunk?’

“How long were you married?” I then excitedly asked after his discourse.

“Only several months,” he informed me.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what went wrong?” I gingerly inquired.

“Well, she didn’t like having sex with me,” he proffered.

“Why?” I asked, now completely intrigued.

“Well,” he again intoned, “She always referred to my cock as a drunk-dick.”

This revelation left me speechless, and I simply looked at him with complete bewilderment.

With a guffaw, he then went on to explain more fully. “She simply couldn’t handle my cock when she was sober,” he laughingly informed me. 

Tempted as I was to get a dimensional evaluation, I refrained from doing so, hoping that this information would shortly surface of its own accord.

Albert now again launched into a fuller explanation about the details of their unsuccessful union.

In their brief courtship, a lot of partying took place and his future wife was fairly sexually compliant, mostly well under the influence of alcohol. Although there were tell-tale signs of her resistance, when sober, naïvely, Albert simply wrote this off to the fact that she would soon adapt to his penis size. He was so taken with her stunning looks, and also, being the envy of all his buddies, he could barely see past his nose and thus married her.       

As things went from bad to worse and her reticence steadily grew, the final straw came when, being a catholic girl, his wife decided that for lent she would, as always, be giving up alcohol. Exasperated by now, Albert moved out and started divorce proceedings.

As if reading my mind once he was done, he clarified, “It’s not as if I belong in a freak show, and although my cock is above average, the bitch simply wouldn’t relax and enjoy sex… When you have to continue jerking off with a wife who is meant to take care of your needs, then what’s the fuckin’ point of being married?”  

‘Jesus, how big is that fuckin’ thing,’ I began contemplating, before replying, “Sure…” which was all I could think of saying in response. I must also add, that although I’m not a suspiciously minded person, I couldn’t help myself from thinking that Albert had possibly not told me the entire story.

“Would you like another beer?” Albert then asked.

Mischievously, I answered, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

After we both burst out laughing, he replied, “If it helps, I’ll buy you another six.”

A strange silence now ensued as we kept glancing at one another.

Breaking the silence after a while, I scanned the room and asked, “So… is there any pussy here that you have your eye on?”

“Uh-huh… the one right in front of me,” he uttered as he stared into my eyes.

“In that case, should I get drunk?” I chuckled.

“Nah, you look like you can handle anything,” he salaciously answered.

I was overwhelmed by what was happening to me. Here, in the middle of nowhere, in a place I had never been to and only recently heard of, I was being propositioned by a hot, real-life cowboy. Am I fuckin’ dreaming I kept asking myself, feeling like I had just won the big prize at a county fair.

“Well, shall we go to your ‘barn’ after the next drink?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, tittering at his metaphor.

After both finishing our beers he got up and then looking at me said, “Giddy-up, let’s go Trigger.”

‘Brokeback-fuckin’-mountain, here we go,’ I thought to myself as my heart beat faster than I could remember.

When we finally arrived in my room, I asked, “Can I get you another beer?’ as I pointed at the bar fridge.

Albert did not answer, he simply moved toward me, and after removing his hat, propelled my body backward. Once I felt the back of my calves touching the bed, he swiftly lifted me and tossed me on the bed, before getting on top of me in a flash.  As my head became ensconced in his calloused mitts, Albert rigorously began kissing me.

The feel of his sturdy body compressing me as he wriggled above me was extraordinary and although still fully clothed, I could already feel the pressure of his drunk-dick and cowboy belt buckle grinding into me.

After several minutes, I was somewhat relieved when Albert lifted onto his knees and removed his belt, removing the uncomfortable buckle. Best of all, his shirt was also extracted off his body, as was mine at his request. As he once more lowered onto me, I could now enjoy the hard bulge unfettered by the discomfort of the annoying belt buckle. Additionally, my hands could now caress the taut skin of his awesome upper body, which I did with fervour.

As throaty mumbles of contentment began to flow from his ardent mouth, my horse whisperer took me to a new level of elation.

Was his ex-wife out of her fuckin’ mind, I now started thinking to myself.

Although it was obvious that he had showered before visiting the bar, his masculine body permeated the awesome odour of ingrained manliness, which just seemed to ooze out of his pores. Much as I was looking forward to seeing Terry, I would happily have traded that and remained in this one-horse town for the rest of week, if it meant that I could spend my evenings with Albert.

When Albert once more lifted, he sat at the edge of the bed and began to remove his boots and socks. Albert then pulled my shoes, socks, pants, and underpants off me before he commenced the big reveal by also stripping naked. After he had disposed of his jeans, he made a meal of pushing his underpants down to his ankles.           

Once the underpants had been kicked to the side, he stood with his arms akimbo, proudly showing off his spectacular cock. I did not have to playact as I gasped while gawking at the drunk-dick. It was menacingly thick with an oversized glans that was unusually short, with a flared outer ridge that made it look almost unnatural, like a hooded reptile displaying a threatening warning sign. I had read that dick-heads had been evolutionarily designed to scoop other male’s spunk out of a pussy, giving dominance to their seed. Albert’s cockhead, however, looked like it could extract every bit of cervical fluid that a woman could ever produce.

As my eager hand reached out and touched the ridge of his dick it felt rough and abrasive. Also, the doctor who had circumcised him had removed as much excess skin as possible, and so the skin on the rigid shaft was very taut. 

‘Oh, fuck,’ I thought, ‘No wonder his ex-wife complained. This glans must have felt like she had a thick toilet brush stuck up her pussy.’   

As he suggested I turn onto my stomach before the log jam was about to commence, I mentally prepared for the scouring that was about to take place.

Thankfully, I had a tube of lube, which I asked him to retrieve from my vanity bag on the bedside table.

The pressure from his cock that followed was extremely uncomfortable as he began his insertion. As the glans commenced popping in, the inch by inch scraping felt like I was having a dermaplaning treatment. Fortunately, the deeper his cock plunged, the less uncomfortable it became, and once he bottomed out it didn’t feel so bad.

After relaxing on top of me and allowing me time to adjust, he asked, “Was that as bad as my wife always made it out to be?”

“No,” I lied, before adding, “But then I suppose a pussy is a lot more sensitive than an arse.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he answered with a laugh.

After a brief pause, he said, “Well now that I’m in the saddle, I suppose we should break into a gentle canter.”

As his hips began to stir he ran his hands up my arms before interlocking our fingers. The sensuality of his huge paws clamping onto my hands was mesmerizing. This, combined with the pressure from his hips completely negated the earlier discomfort as I now really began to enjoy the fucking I was getting.

“Anytime you want to gallop, I’m ready for you, cowboy,” I enthusiastically soon informed him.

“Whoa… what’s the hurry? Let’s take this nice and slow,” he replied with a chuckle.

“I’m in your capable hands, cowboy,” I answered with a giggle.

Albert was in no hurry, and his build-up was gradual and sustained. For me, I was having the time of my life and groaned with on-going pleasure.

After an age of bliss, I knew that the gallop was about to commence when he lifted his torso onto outstretched arms. As a precursor to what would follow, Albert initially started stabbing my backside in a jagged manner, pulling his dick all the way out before ramming it back into me. With my butt now well acclimatized to his knob, my pucker elatedly accepted his momentum. I was also astonished by how my prostate was being gratified and felt sure that an unassisted orgasm was not too far off for me.

As Albert finally began to gallop, no former sexual sensation I had ever experienced before could compare.

With Albert now in full stride, my balls began to churn. My release was breath-taking and was further enhanced by the harmonious sounds of our gasps and grunts as his ejaculation shortly followed.

With the following day being Sunday, Albert did not work and therefore didn’t need to be up at five, as was his normal routine.

As we began drinking another beer afterward, I was delighted when he asked if he could stay the night.

“How’s your backside feeling?” he then asked with a smile.

“Like a stallion’s just surprised me in a paddock,” I answered before we both burst out laughing.

“Well, things are going to remain busy in this paddock tonight,” he answered with an impish smile.        

As I looked at him I couldn’t believe my luck, and how stunning he was.

‘Terry is going to die of envy well I tell him about my good fortune,’ I thought to myself as my eyes continued to feast on Albert.

“Generally a stallion can only mate three times in a day… But I’m sure I can do better than that,” he said with a mischievous look on his face.

“Well, I am very willing to be on the receiving end of that,” I answered with a lustful grin.

After our beers were finished, I soon found myself on my back at the edge of the bed. With Albert firmly anchored on his feet and my legs over his shoulders, round two now got underway.

As we got going Albert began to display an even rougher approach than before. His coarse hands now moved between my upper chest and genitals, as his fingers tweaked my nipples and then squeezed my balls. As his thrusting also took on a greater intensity, he also began to slap my face, torso, and hips.

Much as I was enjoying it, I couldn’t help wondering if this approach hadn’t possibly led to his wife’s reluctance to have sex with him. My thoughts were soon interrupted when he also began spearing his thick fingers into my mouth and aggressively caressing my head. What followed next both surprised and delighted me, as he pulled my jaw open with his index finger and commenced spitting into my mouth. It soon became clear that he loved spitting as glob after glob started coating my face, before also vigorously being rubbed in all over my head.

There was now a look of menace in his eyes, which excited the hell out of me. I had never experienced this level of aggression before and found myself both intoxicated by, albeit slightly frightened by what was happening.

I now knew that this fucker had lied to me about his wife and that his wife’s resistance was not only because of his cock, but had been exacerbated by his predilection for vigorous sex.  

Albert was really in full cry at this point and it wasn’t long before he announced that he was about to cum. I was equally excited by now and feverishly commenced tugging on my dick. After another unified release, we once more got off the bed for another beer.

As we stood looking at one another he had a slightly apprehensive look on his face, as if wondering if he had overstepped the mark with his rigorousness.

“Did you enjoy that?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, before asking, “You lied to me about your wife, didn’t you?”

Albert merely nodded, with a look of a schoolboy who had just been caught out doing something that he shouldn’t have.

“Well, I loved it,” I reassuringly informed him, before adding, “You have expanded my sexual boundaries tonight.”

The look of relief on his face was incredible.

“Is there room for further expansion?” he now asked with emboldened bravado.

“Mmmm, you can give me all you’ve got,” I replied with horniness now pulsing through my system.

Albert’s blitzkrieg that followed stunned me. Moving with lightning speed he then threw me onto my stomach on the bottom corner of the bed. Next, I felt like I was at an oceanarium in the dolphin’s pool and while hanging off the side, a dolphin was using his tail to slap the hell out of my backside. For the next few minutes, Albert walloped my arse hard and fast. Sore as it was, the stinging transported me into an erotic dimension of blissful agony that I simply could get enough of. My cock had never been harder and my lust had never been more insatiable.

“Beat the living shit out of me,” I bleated as his sustained punishment nourished my avaricious desire for discomfort.

Next, after I felt his legs move in behind me, Albert then stabbed his dick into my backside as I felt his hands cupping my shoulders. Albert now commenced the most animated thrusting onslaught as his hands frantically pulled my body toward his thrashing hips.

Albert’s approving grunts now reverberated in the room as he sustained his harsh attack for the next several minutes, as his preposterous dick once more stimulated me beyond belief.

Subsequently, after finally pulling my torso upward, I felt his hands move between my legs and cup the insides of my thighs. Once I was firmly encased in his embrace, Albert then stood up, and with me impaled on his cock, carried me toward the back of the sofa in the room. Once I was leaning on the sofa, Albert’s sturdier stance now allowed him to pummel my arse powerfully. With his hands now located on my hips, Albert went berserk as he bounced around behind me.

“I want to cum in your mouth later,” he then huffed.

Knowing that this would not be too far off, I also began to tug on my knob.

I was not able to get our timing spot-on, because before commencing my release, my body was turned and forced downward before a large plug got lodged between my lips as he started unloading into my mouth. Once done, he used his knobkerrie (which is a club with a large knob at the end of it, that I had recently read about in a South African novel), to commence slapping my face.

“Did you also cum?’ he finally gasped.

“Not yet,” I answered.

Without skipping a beat, Albert immediately raised and turned my body, before once more pummelling my arse very hard once more.

Magically, this new offensive speedily bore results and soon I was gloriously ejaculating with such force that my knees almost gave way under me.

“Should we get some sleep?” Albert asked me afterward, once an air of tranquillity had descended upon us.

“Sure,” I replied. After the long drive, and with all the excitement of the evening, I was quite exhausted.

Soon, I found myself cuddled up to Albert. In his moist embrace I then drifted off into the most satisfying slumber I could ever remember.

In the early hours of the morning, I awoke to a stirring behind me. With Albert spooning me from behind, I felt an unmistakable hardness sliding between my butt cheeks. As his lips started caressing my neck, I knew that our next session was on the way. Once my upper leg had been lifted and pulled over his thigh, Albert gently entered my puffy arse, and in a show of his versatility, he leisurely fucked me for the next thirty minutes. It was glorious!

The way his hands caressed my body and his mouth assailed my lips as he drilled my backside was magnificent.

Once he had cum, we again fell asleep.

At seven that morning, however, Albert again reminded me of his rougher machinations as I got fucked and spanked manically.

After I bought breakfast for him at the diner later, I finally departed three hours later than I had planned.

I did phone Terry to tell him about my later than expected arrival, which he was okay with, especially once I had promised that I had really interesting news to tell him about my incredibly rewarding night.

As I drove with a very sore arse, I have to admit that all I could think about was my return journey, and the date I had made with Albert for the upcoming Saturday evening.