The horny Alaskan

Josh is a 35-year old healthy guy who lives in Alaska, USA. At 5 feet 10 (178 cm) and 162 lbs (73 kg), he has a tone body, firm round butt, muscular thighs and biceps, curly black hair, brown eyes, and a trimmed mustache. Did I forget to mention that Josh is well-endowed? His nickname is Stallion! Long, thick, cut, dark pumping veins, huge violet mushroom, a dream come true for any avid cocksucker or hungry ass. He drives a Dodge Ram 1500 cab truck, and when he selected his license plates (6 letters, numbers or symbols), he chose HORNY! 

My friend works in a small warehouse with four other men roughly his own age. The boss is a 50-year old Black man who has no hang-ups about sexual diversity. He’s officially straight, but that remains to me verified. As for Josh, he’s openly gay, wears overalls with a worn hole in the back seat, no underwear, just a sweaty black jockstrap that frames nicely a welcoming bubble butt. 

The last time I spoke to Josh, he told me that when he’s alone at home, and in need of man-to-man pleasure, he leaves the door open, starts playing with his favorite toy, a dildo, and nine out of ten times, a curious Italian bi neighbor sneaks in to offer the real thing, a burgeoning salami. 

Early bird, Josh takes a shower, grabs a cup of coffee, and heads for the warehouse. He’s the first employee to arrive at the loading deck where trucker Hank is already parked, a grin on his face.
- My partner could not make it this morning, says Hank, so you will have to help me unload 38 boxes.
- You know that there’s a price to pay for an extra hand, you little cock teaser!
- Of course, why do you think I’m so early?
- Good, bend down, my plonker is ready to unload its junk in your trunk. 

Hank is a Black guy and his white Calvin Klein briefs are like a shining moon. Josh slaps the two hemispheres, slides his hand between the legs, grabs the covered balls, and squeezes them to make Hank beg for action. He then tears a strategic hole in his briefs, lubricates his bazooka and shoves it in to the rhythm of a trucker honking to the tune of “Damn it, move ahead!” And that’s precisely what Josh intends to do, move at a pounding pace until explosion. 

Once the merchandise is unloaded, Josh and his co-worker Ted quickly distribute it on the right pads in the warehouse. They finish twenty minutes before the allotted time. They are free to do what they want. Slightly overweight, Ted is a bit out of breath, but every time he saw Josh bending down, the hole in his overalls gradually boosted his libido. He now corners his co-worker and orders him to pull them down; the sight of a hairy white ass framed in a black jockstrap triggers an immediate hard-on. 

Ted quickly finds out that Josh’s pooper is nicely lubricated. “That fucking fag had already written the script! Well, I’m going to execute it in such a way that I will blow his brains.” Ted pours a few drops of mechanical oil on his boner and saddles Josh, crying out loud “We’ll see who’s the real stallion!” The door of the warehouse is not closed and the Black boss happens to walk by, hearing this unusual cry. He enters and follows the sound of increasing luscious moans of pleasure. 

Ted’s dick has no stallion status, it’s barely and asparagus compared to the boss’ chocolate parsnip. And Josh’s caboose can certainly handle two vegetables for lunch. On that note, the boss joins Ted to double fuck Josh, whose swamp ass is more than willing to accommodate two drillers, no mater their size. To say that the pleasure reaches divine proportions is not exaggerated. The Holy Trinity is a pale embodiment of what ass, penis and balls can create together. “Goddammit, Satan has taken possession of me and no twin angels can screw as wide and deep as my two fucking buddies!”, screams Josh. 

On the weekend, our horny Alaskan relaxes in the whirlpool, in the sauna, on the massage table, and goes home to walk his German shepherd dog. An hour later, in the elevator to his condo, Josh senses that Rin-Tin-Tin is hungry and horny. The master and his dog cuddle on the couch, and a caress leads to a virile stroke, triggering an immediate canine erection. Josh feels the warmth of Rin-Tin-Tin’s stiff “hot dog”. He sucks it and savors the ecstatic beastly smell. Josh’s ass is again hungry for meat. This is not the first time, and Rin-Tin-Tin needs no help to “mount” his master. (Maybe he has worked in another life for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, lol.)  

 Josh has measured his canine’s tool before and knows that seven inches and a half (19 cm) is the perfect size for the perfect pleasure. The knot at the base of the penis swells to keep its position inside the cunt… or the ass in this case. “No wonder we say that the dog is man’s best friend”, laughs Josh. The strength of Rin-Tin-Tin’s ejaculation feels like a sea wave. His master discovers once again the true meaning of the name Alaska: “the object towards which the action of the sea is directed". My hungry ass!