An aggresive & dominant stranger loses his cherry when the roles get reversed in this sexy short from Dixon based on art by Michael Breyette.
Blowout
by Dixon
Lloyd saw the bare chest before he even saw the car on the side of the road. The guy toting the tire was eye candy, all right, sporting some fine pecs with nicely proportioned arms. As he pulled closer, Lloyd saw the plates of abdominal definition, highlighted by the fine glaze of sweat. His foot applied the brakes.
“No spare?” he asked as he pulled in beside the guy.
“This was the spare. Just my luck.”
“Need a lift into town, then?”
“Thanks.”
Lloyd introduced himself as the guy slipped the tire in the trunk and flexed his torso slapping the dirt off his hands. There was no blatant eye-contact, so he wasn’t intentionally giving Lloyd a show. Just eye candy.
“Where you from?” he asked, partly making conversation.
“Texas.”
Rex wasn’t passing through, but didn’t volunteer where he lived. He didn’t volunteer anything, in fact, only answering every one of Lloyd’s questions with a word or two. Didn’t look like the two would be hooking up.
Breezing along toward town, Lloyd realized he had two old batteries at his house he could recycle if he swung by and picked them up. The detour wouldn’t take more than 10 minutes, so Rex shouldn’t complain.
“I need to pull by my house and pick up some old batteries since we’re headed to a garage.” He didn’t ask if that was okay with Rex.
“No problem.”
The dust rolled behind the car as Lloyd pulled onto the dirt road, then turned into the short drive to his house. He pulled around back, hopped out, popped open the trunk and headed into the garage where the batteries were stacked. He grabbed a rag to avoid getting greasy, and was exiting the garage with one battery when he saw Rex standing spread-legged, pissing against the side of the shed.
“Whoa, man,” he blurted without thinking. “I’ve got a bathroom.”
Rex ignored him, focusing on his task.
“Figured the weeds needed a little watering.”
Damn, this dude must be a country boy, Lloyd thought. He dropped the battery in the trunk, then headed back for the 2nd battery. As he passed, he glanced over toward Rex, who continued a steady stream.
Rex cocked his head in Lloyd’s direction, noticing his apparent preoccupation with his pissing.
“Oh, sorry man,” he said, turning with pecker in hand, shaking the last drops of piss as he moved toward Lloyd. “I didn’t think to ask if you wanted to drink my piss.”
The guy didn’t stop, didn’t crack a smile, and didn’t tuck his cock back in his pants. He moved in on Lloyd’s frozen frame, up close and personal real fast.
His hands locked onto Lloyd’s shoulders, his dick dangling out of his pants. He didn’t say anything as he applied pressure, forcing Lloyd downward until he buckled and went to his knees.
“Here you go, buddy,” Rex said as he scooped up his arched cock and presented it to Lloyd’s face. “You can lick the last drops.”
Lloyd had never balked before when presented a nice, thick cock. But Rex had spooked him coming on so suddenly after being such a stiff prick at first. Now his prick stiffened, darting up at Lloyd’s face, too inviting to ignore.
Leaning in to cautiously take hold and suck in the scent of the man, Lloyd didn’t trust him. His hands braced against Rex’s thighs, but he realized he was the one on his knees, the vulnerable one.
“Come on boy, you a cock-sucker or not?” Rex demanded.
He grabbed onto the back of Lloyd’s head, forcing him in closer, then used his hand to curl his dick up directly into Lloyd’s mouth.
“Show me you know how to give great head,” he yapped, “and maybe I’ll treat you to good ole Rexas bronco bustin.”
Maybe Lloyd heard, like getting fucked was conditional on whether or not Rex was satisfied with his blow job. He was definitely a slam-bam country buck.
And he wanted deep throat. Lloyd arched his head and neck as the man forced his dick in deep. He had mastered his gag reflex years ago, but he couldn’t recall having such a rough ride. For the first time, he felt fear.
“Yeah, Lloydy mercy, that’s more like it. Lloydy, Lloydy, I got me a genuine Arkansas public servant. Slap a dick in front of him and he’ll gobble it down like a pro.”
Lloyd tried to ignore the sudden jabbering jock, maintaining his breathing despite the man’s unpredictable abusive behavior. The dick wasn’t fully hard, but was a mouth full. He anticipated serious problems if the man was intent on full erection and making him swallow his cum. He took the risk of pushing back.
Pressing back on Rex’s thighs, he pulled off his dick, nuzzling in to lick down the side and nuzzle into the thick bush of pubic hair, lapping down for testicles. Rex cooperated enough to loosen his jeans and push them down below his thighs, giving Lloyd free range. He darted down under the dick, pressing out on Rex’s legs to get him spread in a wide stance. Reaching up to take hold of the base of the jutting cock, he pressed his nose up hard into the crack of Rex’s ass, took a deep breath, and made his move.
He jerked down suddenly, forcing Rex into a squat where it was easy for Lloyd to topple him backward, onto the ground. He simultaneously shifted from gripping dick to encircling the man’s balls, locking down with a tight noose that communicated control.
“Whoa, stranger,” Rex called out. “Don’t get a burr in your saddle.”
“Fuck you,” Lloyd recoiled, spreading the exposed cheeks and jabbing a thumb in firm in Rex’s wet hole. “I’M going to fuck YOU.”
Rex wasn’t willing to give up his ass so easily. He thought he had pegged Lloyd as a cock-sucking gay boy who’d be an easy lay. He hadn’t pegged him as any kind of threat.
He writhed on the ground, risking Lloyd’s busting his balls, and might have pulled off an escape if his jeans hadn’t restrained his legs. Lloyd countered inside the man, invading with three fingers, then four, getting full control of Rex’s rear.
He saw Rex buckle, his head rolling back, his neck thrown up trying to prevent Lloyd from seeing his shock and conflict. It was a cherry ass. A hot, wet Texas cherry ass. Lloyd got hard instantly.
Finger fucking loosened the hole some, whittling away at Rex’s cocky attitude. Lloyd had the man clutching at his cock, tugging against the wild rush of having his ass invaded. He had no defense.
“Looks like having that blow out was your lucky day, cowboy,” Lloyd taunted. “Today you’re going to get your cherry popped.”
He worked Rex’s chute while he stroked his dick to a nice hard state, thumbing the pre cum down over the head as the only lube he’d use. Unwilling to risk Rex escaping his predicament while Lloyd got a condom, he decided it’d be bareback.
“And just so you don’t miss one centimeter of what it feels like to take dick up your tail, we’ll do it raw.”
Rex rallied, curling his shoulders up off the ground, his mouth shaping something he was about to say when Lloyd popped the head of his dick through Rex’s tight sphincter, stealing his thoughts. The man grunted out a Texas-style roar, as if he had been shot in the heart.
Lloyd didn’t care. He punched in further, then pressed Rex’s legs out wide and down against his arms, getting into pile driving position. He needed to shock Rex with a power fuck, make a big impression in him – something he wouldn’t forget.
The big guy didn’t hold out long. He made weird puffing sounds, contracting his own body with Lloyd’s moves. When Lloyd punched in, Rex flexed his belly, shoulders and arms; when Lloyd pulled back, Rex noticeably relaxed. It was as if he was manning up to the challenge, his beefcake able to take it.
Stamina time. Could the eye candy sustain Lloyd’s lustiest lay? He picked up the pace, locking against Rex’s rolled thighs and launching rabbit punches – three, four, five, six, seven. Rex panicked at about five thrusts, unable to keep up with his flexing and relaxing routine. His pelvis and lower body quaked momentarily, jerking involuntarily in several directions, and then surrendered – totally surrendered, limp and lifeless except for the movement Lloyd’s thrusts caused.
Lloyd glanced down and saw a puddle of pre-cum on Rex’s abdomen. No, that was semen. No outburst from having his cherry ass nailed, but his limp dick was expelling a steady stream of cum. Rex might not even realize the slow burn in his loins was from the friction against his prostate pumping out his juice – cherry juice.
When his prostate ran dry, he apparently felt a flicker of pain as his slit flinched. He gasped, then grabbed for his dick. Lloyd let him discover his wetness, tugging away trying to restore some manhood.
His face changed from defiant, angry, to shocked. His pummeled hole was sucking back at Lloyd’s riding rod, hanging on. He would start hunching back against the thrusts before Lloyd shot his thick load deep inside. His core invade, Rex was a novice bottom, unaware that he didn’t own the dick that was giving him pleasure. The strong, silent Texan’s face showed his conflict, still in disbelief that the little cock sucker was nailing him, had knocked him up, taking his virgin core.
“It’s alright you bastard. It’s okay that you liked having a man ravage you, that you got your rocks off sucking down on a man root with your asshole.”
As he rose upright, towering over the man, he saw Rex reaching down to feel his hole while he covered his limp dick with his other hand. He was feeling humiliated, beaten.
“Now you gotta change your orientation on any website! You’re no longer a pure top, but versatile,” Lloyd boasted. “Might as well admit it, ‘cause any guy you hook up will know if they get near your hole.”
Lloyd shut up. He wasn’t sorry he’d fucked the stud. He was just sorry the stud hadn’t accepted that he enjoyed it. He pulled his pants up, turning back to the car.
“You still need that tire fixed, so let’s get going.”
Rex was quiet, feeling awkward, changing the position of his arm or hand constantly, as if he was afraid to touch himself. He didn’t have that Texas strut when he stepped out of the car to retrieve his tire from the trunk.
Lloyd waited while the tire was repaired, then drove Rex back to his car. He didn’t break the silence, convinced that Rex would continue denying he’d been fucked.
He unloaded the tire, then returned to the driver’s window before Lloyd drove away.
”I should pay you for your help, but I can’t. That tire repair took my last dollar.”
Poor stud. On the road without a penny, probably low on gas. Lloyd pulled out his wallet and gave Rex a twenty.
“Just take it for gas, or for a meal. Unless you’d rather do tricks to get by,” Lloyd jabbed.
“Is my ass only worth twenty?” Rex countered. “Bet I could get $100 in Texas. I don’t let a guy blow me for less than fifty.”
“So I got a freebie? You’re not fooling me, you big muscle bitch.”
"Okay, okay. Enough with the bullshit. I was an asshole, feeling sorry for myself because of the string of bad luck I’ve had lately. You called me on it. And yeah, you popped my cherry. So…” he looked down at the ground, then back up with direct eye contact. “So, thank you.”
Wow! An actual bit of honesty. Lloyd felt some empathy, wanting to help the stud to change his luck.
“So how far did you plan to go, I mean will twenty be enough?”
“I hadn’t planned. I was running, so I’m going to turn around and go find a guy and try to make things right. Again, thank you ‘cause you might have shown me the solution.”
Lloyd somehow knew it was something sexual. Maybe he’d broken up with versatile lover who needed to have top position once in a while. Or maybe…it didn’t really matter. He’d probably never see the sexy Texan again. But he’d definitely remember him.