Body Work #6
Sam brought his fingers to his mouth, spitting generously onto them, before reaching back down and sliding two slick fingers just inside Elliot’s ass.
“Fuck… yes…” Elliot let out a breathless, broken cry.
He knew this was wild. He knew it was reckless. But he was utterly consumed by the sensation. He couldn't get enough of being manhandled and claimed by this big, dirty mechanic.
"Hold that thought," Sam rasped, pulling his fingers free.
He stepped over to an old wooden crate acting as a side table and grabbed a small, battered tub of petroleum jelly. He set it on the porch railing, but before Elliot could stand up, Sam grabbed his hips.
"Swap with me," Sam commanded.
He guided Elliot over to the porch swing, pressing him down into the seat until Elliot was sitting back, leaning against the wooden slats.
Sam sank to his knees between Elliot’s parted legs, just as Elliot had done for him earlier.
With a firm, effortless grip, Sam grabbed Elliot’s ankles and pushed his legs up, open and back, pinning his knees against his chest until Elliot’s ass was completely spread open and exposed for the big rugged mechanic.
Without a word of warning, Sam lowered his face between Elliot’s cheeks and he teased the tip of his tongue against Elliot’s asshole.
“Fuck…” Elliot moaned. His eyes rolled back into his head, his hands flying out to grip the chains of the swing.
Sam’s hot, wet tongue lashed against his tight asshole, licking and devouring the sensitive opening.
"Yes...Sam… fuck..." Elliot squirmed in the porch swing, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he gasped into the night air. "It feels so fucking good..."
Sam ate Elliot’s ass with the rugged, ravenous hunger of a mechanic who had no patience for delicate pleasantries.
He was assertive, thorough, and utterly relentless, sucking and licking at Elliot’s pink hole until tears of sheer bliss streamed down the college boy’s face, his body trembling violently on the swing as he begged for more.
Sam loved the way Elliot tasted, and like Elliot, he was already hungry for more.
Then, slicking a thick finger with his own spit and the petroleum jelly, Sam slid it deep into Elliot’s wet asshole while simultaneously teasing the rim.
The intrusion sent a shockwave of white-hot pleasure straight through Elliot’s core. He lost his grip on reality, his head thrashing against the back of the swing.
"Fuck me..." Elliot moaned, a desperate, tearful plea echoing into the darkness.
Sam slowly pulled his face away, wiping his slick lips with the back of his massive hand. He looked at the trembling, desperate college boy spread wide open for him, a charged, devastating grin spreading across his face.
"You sure you can handle it?" Sam challenged, his voice dripping with dark promise.
Elliot looked blindly up at the stars, his chest heaving, his own hard dick weeping pre-cum onto his stomach. "I don't care," Elliot moaned, his voice cracking with absolute need. "Just fuck me, already."
Sam reached for the small tub of petroleum jelly resting on the wooden crate. He scooped out a generous amount, the thick ointment glistening on his rough fingertips. He smeared the slick jelly over Elliot’s asshole, the pink ring of muscle instinctively puckered.
A shiver of pure pleasure raced up Elliot’s spine at the slick, commanding touch on his quivering hole. He waited, utterly exposed on the porch swing, his legs parted wide.
The cool night breeze slid over his bare skin, sending a chill over his feverish body and grazing his wet, hungry asshole.
Sam then slathered the jelly onto his own massive cock, coating the thick shaft until the silver moonlight bounced off the big, shiny head of it, highlighting the sheer, intimidating scale of what was about to happen.
With a deep, steadying breath, Sam lined the broad, slick head up against Elliot’s asshole. He began to push, moving slowly but with intent.
Elliot moaned, his hands gripping the chains of the porch swing as he felt the big cockhead begin to breach him, forcing the tight ring of muscle to spread open incredibly wide around its girth.
The initial rush of intense pressure quickly sharpened into profound discomfort, and then flared into a fiery, excruciating pain.
“Shit!” Elliot cried out, a broken, breathless sound.
He gasped and grunted, his jaw clamping shut as he gritted his teeth. Hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming, tearing sensation of being stretched so impossibly wide by Sam’s fat cock-head. He couldn’t believe how wide his ass had to stretch to accommodate it.
Sam immediately paused, his broad chest rising and falling. "You okay?" he rasped, his voice laced with genuine concern. "Do you want me to stop?"
Elliot shook his head frantically, his eyes wild and glassy in the moonlight. He wanted this. He needed this. He would have said as much if he could have gotten the words out. At first, though, all that escaped him were groans and gasps.
Finally, through his ragged breathing, he made it absolutely clear to Sam that he wanted him to keep going, desperately craving the invasion despite the white-hot pain.
“Don’t stop,” Elliot groaned out.
"I've got you," Sam assured him, his voice a low, soothing rumble that vibrated through the quiet night. "The pain will fade soon, I promise."
Sam was careful, holding his thick cockhead right there at the threshold for a long, agonizing moment to let Elliot's body adjust before pushing any further.
A deep, long moan tore from Sam’s throat.
"You're so damn tight—I love it," the mechanic growled, his voice thick with reverence. "You feel amazing."
Hearing those words ignited a fierce, reckless determination inside Elliot.
He wanted to take every single inch of Sam's fat cock, no matter how painful.
He felt it pushing deeper inside him, stretching his canal punishingly wide. Even with the pain burning inside him, he felt the terrifying, magnificent fullness of it—and he fucking loved it. He loved the commanding pressure.
“Fuck me…” he moaned loud and deep, his head falling back against the swing.
Suddenly, Sam’s thick cock hit a natural opening in the internal resistance. With one long, smooth, and powerful motion, the massive dick sank all the way inside Elliot’s asshole, seating itself perfectly to the hilt.
“Oh…” Elliot gasped sharply through his gritted teeth as he felt the staggering, absolute fullness of Sam’s fat cock filling his entire core.
He opened his eyes, looking up at Sam’s sweat-slicked face, and then past him to the brilliant, scattered diamonds of the stars and the glowing moon.
A dizzying realization washed over him: it felt remarkably, impossibly good. Every heavy throb of Sam’s fat cock deep inside him sent another wave of fullness through Elliot, making his toes curl.
The sharp pain had already softened into a distant ache, and even that was rapidly being swallowed by pleasure. Elliot found himself surrendering to it—to Sam—intoxicated by the knowledge that he had given himself over completely.
“Elliot… fuck… you feel so good…”
Sam’s dark, breathless moans and filthy praise made Elliot treasure every agonizing, glorious second.
Something hot and mind-numbing bloomed deep in his belly, spreading through him until there was room for nothing but the dense fullness of another man’s cock buried inside him.
He was becoming obsessed with the feeling, and another long, trembling moan tore from his throat. “Fuck…”
Sam leaned down, his weight pressing Elliot deeper into the porch swing, and crushed their mouths together.
Their tongues tangled as Sam began moving inside him in long, slow, rhythmic strokes.
Deep and steady. In and out. Every deep, measured thrust of his thick cock sliding through Elliot’s slicked asshole sent shockwaves of ecstasy through them both.
Somewhere along the way, the mindless fucking softened into something that felt dangerously like making love. Elliot lay spread open across the porch swing beneath Sam, illuminated by the moon’s dim silver light and enveloped in the vast desert silence.
In the distance, a pack of coyotes began to howl, an eerie, wild chorus that perfectly matched the feral energy on the porch.
The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies and the chorus of their huffing, desperate moans filled the night air, mingling seamlessly with the howling coyotes in the distant canyons.
Sam’s control began to snap.
He plunged faster and harder, driving his hips with bruising, relentless force. "You feel so fucking good," Sam grunted, his hot breath fanning across Elliot's cheek. "I can't get enough of you. I want it all."
"Then take it all," Elliot cried back, his voice shattering.
Elliot reached his arms up, wrapping them tightly around Sam’s thick neck as the mechanic’s big, heavy body slammed violently against his with every thrust.
Inside, Elliot felt an entirely foreign, blinding new sensation: his prostate was being ruthlessly milked and massaged by the relentless battering of Sam's big cock. Each time the ridge rubbed against it, he felt his body quiver with hunger for more and more of this sensation. He didn’t know where it would lead, and he was nervous to follow—but he was far too desperate for more to stop now.
Simultaneously, an agonizing, electric tease and tickle concentrated at the very tip of his own stiff, weeping dick.
He had never felt anything like it—an orgasm gathering deep inside his ass instead of his dick. The sensation was complex, layered, and almost intimidating, but he let go, surrendering to every hard thrust of Sam’s cock until the pleasure was dragged out of him.
He barely had a fraction of a second to wonder what it all meant before his entire body seized up like a drawn bowstring.
Without ever laying a hand on his dick, Elliot was thrown into a violent, earth-shattering anal orgasm entirely around Sam's big cock.
“Fuck… oh… ugh—FUCK!” Elliot cried out, his eyes squeezing shut as the intensity tore through him from head to toe.