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Those wide shoulders happened to be enrobed in a flannel shirt, red of course. Size eleven feet shod in well-worn dirty white sneakers, with bib overalls to top off the outfit. What must be understood is; the man stands two inches taller than my six-foot height and weighs a nice 200-210 pounds. His look is like the ultimate farm hand; a guy from somewhere else, from a family of all built and good-looking boys. Who would sooner knock your teeth out just for your suggesting anything man-sexual to him. Thank goodness that did not apply to him, for the masculine fucker can be right willing to feed his sausage to a warm and well-sucking mouth. My hope was that my mouth would be the next to be fed his meat.

To stand there and think how manly he looked in those bibs got my cock quickly hard and I used the knowledge that he’d stare the nine-inch length of it as the nerve to walk toward him. We gazed over each other as he engaged us in conversation, and though I so enjoyed time to watch his thick and wet tongue flop around behind the straight, white teeth, and the talk never seemed to end. I decided to end it and the insistent throb of my cock with the news that I’d soon have to depart company with him. But before I got two steps towards the door he had moved to being no more than two steps from heading out of it, and I did follow.

Once we got outside, everything seemed to change. The intimidation I had felt died and blew past with the nice breeze. And we let our lusty gazes fully convey what we really wanted. It was much more than we could have ever talked about. There was something about him and me, where we stood in that moment. It felt so damned good, but I could not believe he was actually gonna let me get the heat of my lust for him, that close to him. I dragged tongue over my black moustache several times as it became increasingly difficult to keep myself from touching him in the sensual manner I desired. In the silence, I did manage to touch him light and brief on the forearm, and then I broke the silence and tried to calm the heated shivers that swelled through when I asked him his plans from that point.

“I don’t know what I feel like getting into.” He said and smiled at me in a disarming way. “You already know this, but I’ve gotta speak it to get it out of my mind and off my chest,” I said and took a quick look over his built one. “It’s that cock of yours I want most of all. If you’re up for letting me have it.”

He said he wanted me too, and also admitted he felt slightly surprised at my forward manner. I smiled about it all, the stud before me asked where we could go so I could take care of his cock being that I had started it to throb. My own cock throbbed as I did all I could to talk him into a drive out on the logging road, since he’d told me that he’d driven his truck that night. I furthered on to tell him how private yet accessible it can be, and how much more it would turn me on to have him there. The mouthwatering bulge in his overalls told me he felt all for getting his cock sucked at a place in the great outdoors where only men are allowed to hang out. But something in the way his moustache cocked within the expression on his handsome face. It told the tale for real, yeah. I gave in to his facial expression, but we seemed to have a back up plan.

We got ourselves safe behind a locked door where there remained room to be slightly mobile. I got down on my knees before he realized, but he responded just like I needed. That big boy eased those hips forward and put that well-stocked toolbox right up against my face like he knew I wanted. He then used both of those thick fingered hands to not only get grip on my head; he pushed me to himself with a force I adored. I told him in a heavy whisper how much I wanted his dick in my mouth as I touched him sensually, rubbed my face over parts of him and unzipped his overalls. To have seen him would be the only way to understand why, but I felt a bit disappointed when I realized he had on underwear. Trust me that Pima cotton stood as the last thing that could have ever stopped the move forward and the groan full of hungry zeal as I went face down for that vascular pole.

The more I slurped on that thing the more it seemed to grow till it became hard as stone, stuck straight out to me and almost beggingly throbbed with the easy temptation of his heartbeat. Even better, it came uncut and I so enjoyed first working my tongue over and under that skin. Then I rolled it back and slurped around the thick and nicely flared head. He helped me cease the slurp long enough to watch him use those big hands to unbutton the flannel, undo the bibs and then push the clothes past those hips, thighs and that fine ass of his.

The hair that graced those areas caused me to moan, mutter about it all and groan when he’d flex a muscle somewhere. The angle I crouched on set me perfect to see the light penetrate and illuminate the hair on his body. To see that spectacle gave me slight pause of pure admiration, but I continued my oral passion and slid my hands down to his thighs. I fell in love with the surge that rolled through my trim and smooth six-foot form. Those body supports felt like thick, solid and muscular pieces of that man, and just hairy enough to keep me in groan mode as I groped over them. Then I moved down to his tight calves, which to my full appeal also happened to be graced with the same masculinity.

Boy did I ever feel glad he spread those thighs the way he did. For right away I crammed my face between them and wagged my tongue out for a taste of his middle. The harder he tried to stop me from going there, the harder I fought until I got something of a lick over it. He groaned and eased slightly away from me, but that didn’t confront me. For once I got a feel of his firm and lightly haired ass; my grope took on a whole new feeling and meaning. As I practically pulled at the muscularity of those cheeks, my urge suddenly became to see that ass, get a good look at it as my hands slid over those globes.

That humpy fucker honored my request to turn around and let me tell you; I slid even closer to his manly standing. Did some serious ass cheek kissing, licking rubbing and caressing. I couldn’t help but follow my hunger for him and even bite one cheek lightly. The bite also served to keep me from dragging my dripping tongue down in the valley and over his hairy and tight manly hole. After which time he moved to the other side of the room, slowly pushed the overalls and underwear down to his ankles, and then seethed and shook that meat at me while a hand slid over his chest. I followed his coaxing without too much difficulty, there on my knees, and got my face back into his toolbox directly after he sat and then spread those thighs one more time.

Those actions actually made things better for us. I began to take his throbber head-on, just the way I like it. To swallow his cock as he so loved became easier so I did it ever more. To have him in a room like that had been a fantasy of mine for some time, add to it the fact that he gave me access to all of himself; either through my physical, verbal or oral caress. To pull at the hairy flesh of his built chest as it heaved with his lusty breath; oh man what a thrill! I got to graze all ten of my long fingers through the soft hair trail on his trim belly. I even grazed my semi-fisted fingers over his ribs and made that stocky man shudder almost as if my action had caused a lusty tickle to roll through him. My tongue got to taste the musk and salt of his male skin when I took a break from his cock to lick across the expanse of his hairy chest. I got to feel the hair as it grazed with varying degrees of roughness over my taste buds. Then just as my dripping tongue touched his nipple there came something more for my mouth to caress. I tried all I could to take the digit with the nipple, but… Not to worry, the hand found its place on the back of my head, and the other one soon joined in and they both helped move my head all the more down his trim torso until his cock and my mouth again became one.

As I got more into the stay down on his cock, my hands cruised up and down his thighs and calves once again. Until I finally ended up with his raggedy sneakers in my grip as I sucked his cock, positioned ass to the floor. While my head bobbed I wondered about the size and thickness of his feet and toes. He slid those big hands down the neck of my sweatshirt, one went to my chest while the other one stayed and worked over my back. He called to me while he worked my nipples, but through my moans I understood little more than his words of something about my mouth and his cock. Didn’t matter for I knew what I did and he seemed to be in love with it. With each fresh grunt, groan and seethe he put forth, I knew he loved my oral action all the more. The greed of my throat was filled to perfection by the seven and a half long, two and a quarter thickness of his foreskin covered manhood. I came up off of it slowly, cast my sight down and watched from the hair as it all slid back into view. Damn, what a sight! Only a man could ever provide me with such a wonderful display of heated domination.

Once back at the top of that pillar, I applied a light chew on the thickness of the foreskin, and then lazed tongue around the head. My fellow man lover groaned in ecstasy about that, so my next action was to drag my tongue back down to the base on the underside and get a look at his face. The light bite I applied to his main vein got me mixed reaction. He got tight toothed and bodied like he didn’t care for it, yet he moaned and seethed through it all like he wanted more. I crawled closer and gave him what we wanted, but up the fore side with just my tongue wagging. Oh and buddy let me tell ya, my fingers stayed busy in slide and grip over his perfectly haired calves, thighs and ass. After the third or fourth time I lolled my tongue around the head of that stiffer after I swallowed it, he heaved nice and deep, eased us apart and then he stood. I stared wide-eyed up into his handsome face for the next prompt and he remained quick to give me the goods.

I could only grunt with delight as he removed his raggedy sneakers, shirt and then the overalls and drawers. He leaned his torso slightly backward and thrust his hips to my face. I opened my mouth to take his meat in; he let me get close and then he used a finger to move it away. After a few more times at that he sat and then used those big hands to grip my head and move my sights to his slowly rolling balls. I moved a bit closer, licked the left one and heard him seethe. To laze tongue over the right one and then between the sac and his thigh made him spew something sexual in a fast whisper. When I sucked both of those hairy orbs in, held and bathed them for duration; that surely sent him to some plateau of pleasure I wanted to join him on.

I couldn’t help but raise his legs a bit in my pleasure quest, then release those balls and try once again to spend time with his perineum muscle. He let me get in about a lick and a half on the sensitivity of it before he laughed, seethed, gripped my head and pulled me away. I fought the urge to shake free and go right back, drive my tongue and the roughness of my goatee into his masculine sensitivity like there was no tomorrow. But there remained something about being down on my knees before him and having him s h o w me what he wanted. It served to be how he used those big hands to move me in my pleasuring of him. Along with the length and depth of the moan, groan and/or seethe he’d put forth. He told me to suck his cock, and that I sucked great cock, and then he asked the inevitable question.

“You really like to suck my cock, don’t you?”

Oh the groan I put forth, along with the sensual manner with which I grazed fingers over his firm ass. He gloatingly groaned in response, slid the thickness of his fingers over the scalp-cropped closeness of my haircut, and then I swallowed his cock once again. The urgency of his thrusts said that he wanted to cum soon, but I fully enjoyed my service of that big boy, and could have happily done so for…well, longer than he and his humpy body could stand. I readied my hands for another trip up his chest fantastic and seized both of his hard, pushpin sized nipples. He called me some kind of cocksucker, gave many a hard slam to my eager face, and then I felt his chest begin to heave with eminence. I wanted to swallow that thigh buddy, yet I wanted to jack it off and watch that load of man juice fly. To know I didn’t have but a few seconds to decide made things worse. At the last note of his final heave, I decided to back off and watch.

Very much to my surprise, he had other plans altogether. He clamped one big hand behind my head and shoved those hips forward. Damn, I loved how he drove that cock halfway down my throat and blasted a shot of cum straight down me. It remained nothing short of a difficult fight to do so, but the second after I got the head free and got the slightest taste; man! I could only groan with wanton greed as the many bolts of his essence coated my tongue.

“Take it all, you hot cocksucker”! He spat down at me, eased off on the shove, but ever more refused to let me release his cock from my oral grip. We somehow managed to untighten our push and pull, and then I groaned while I gulped down the last drops. Afterward I sat back and watched it all. I admired the backside of his built hairiness as he turned to reach for his clothes. I watched his hairy chest as he pulled on the red flannel shirt, then the overalls minus the underwear. Those he tucked into a pocket as he grinned at me. He then thanked me for the invitation to the logging road and said that maybe we’d try and get there in the next go round. I stared over his ass as he exited and loved the feeling of satisfaction that followed knowing I’d given a big boy like that some oral service.

GRIFFIN