Roland loved his Mercedes convertible, but he had
bought it used, and a year later it was spending a lot
of time at the car repair. A friend had recommended a
place called Hans’ European Auto, and it was quite a
bit cheaper than the dealership. There was one good
thing about getting the car serviced. Ricky, one of
the mechanics, was fucking gorgeous.
Roland was 41, but in excellent shape, handsome and
hung, and he drove a Mercedes. He did not go begging
for men to fuck, but he was fascinated by Ricky.
Ricky let his shirt hang open when it was warm, and
his upper body was sooo hot. It had the perfect
amount of body hair, lightly covering the beautiful
pecs, and again around his navel to his crotch. His
shoulders were broad, his waist was trim, and his
stomach was muscular and flat. One day Roland had
been there at closing to see him take the shirt off to
wash up, and it made his knees weak. Then he
unfastened his belt and opened his pants to tuck in a
clean shirt. You couldn’t’t see anything, but Roland
got rock hard. Speaking of dick, there was usually a
bulge in Ricky’s pants that could have concealed
several pounds of prime kielbasa.
Ricky had one big flaw; he was straight, and laughed
and flirted with every woman or girl in the place.
Even the lesbians loved him. He never paid any
attention to Roland. He had heard him talk about
faggots. He boasted that he had beaten up more than
one fag. Roland fantasized about asking him out, but
he knew the answer would be no, and then he might
prove he hated gays by doing something rotten to
Roland’s precious car.
But what if he did? What if he did fuck with the car,
and Roland had proof? That would be a crime, and Ricky
would get fired. He could blackmail Ricky. He could
force Ricky to be his sex-toy. Yeah. But what would
be irrefutable proof? He would need pictures.
The previous owner of the Mercedes had installed an
elaborate security system. It had little cameras
designed to catch a vandal or a thief at the front,
sides or rear. They recorded all they saw, or they
could transmit it to his laptop. If Roland could
figure out how to leave the alarm off, but run those
cameras, his plan might work. It just took a trip to
the alarm’s installer to work that out.
Step two was to come up with something really
offensive to say to Ricky, so he would want revenge.
He would have to work on the perfect line for his next
trip to the shop.
Ricky had discovered that he was unusually good
looking when he was in fifth grade. He was chosen to
give a present to the Congressman when he visited the
school. The other kids were jealous, and he heard the
girls saying that the reason he was picked was his
“dreamy” looks. In seventh grade the girls wanted to
date him, and a few got him alone and sucked his cock.
In ninth grade he realized that boys wanted him too,
and men. The baseball coach kept him on the team even
when he started missing practice. Gerald Fibowski did
his homework, and let him copy off him on tests.
Ricky treated him like shit. One day when they were
in their junior year, another guy said, “Why do you
hang around with that fag?”
“Gerald’s not a fag.” But once he had the thought in
his head, he decided it was probably true. Gerald was
always inviting him to sleep over, and he had always
said no. Ricky decided to accept and see what would
happen. When it came time for bed, Gerald said it
would be quicker if they used the shower together.
“I ain’t going to shower with you.”
“You shouldn’t say ain’t, Ricky.”
“You shouldn’t want to suck my dick, Gerald, but you
do, don’t you?” Gerald turned bright red and just
stared at the beautiful young boy.
“You got $10, Gerald.” The way he said Gerald sounded
like he meant to say cocksucker.
“Yeah.”
“If you give me $10, I’ll leave the curtain open, and
you can watch me, but if you touch me, if you ever
touch me, I will tear off your faggot balls, Gerald.”
Gerald paid the $10, and Ricky took a long shower. At
that age he already had a seven-inch fat cock. He
soaped himself up, and felt his cock start to
lengthen. He glanced at Gerald and saw he was trying
to hide a hard four-inch cock.
“Hey, faggot, you got ten more bucks?”
“Yes”, Gerald said in a hoarse whisper.
“For ten bucks, I’ll get this fucker hard, and let you
look at it while you beat off. But if you touch it,
I’ll tear off your balls and make you eat them.”
Gerald agreed.
When the shower was over, and Ricky was getting into
the other twin bed, he asked, “You got $10 more,
faggot?”
“All I’ve got is a twenty, Ricky.” His voice was
breathless, waiting to hear what Ricky would offer.
“For $20, I’ll sleep naked, and I’ll leave the covers
off for ten minutes while you beat off, but you have
to stay in your bed. If you touch me, you know what
will happen, faggot.”
Hearing Gerald stroke his meat, and knowing how much
he wanted him, made Ricky get hard, but he didn’t
touch himself. He decided that if he didn’t cum, then
he was not having sex, and no one could ever say he
was a faggot.
The next morning, as he was getting ready to leave,
Ricky asked if Gerald could afford to do the same
thing next week. Gerald said he would get the money.
By the end of the month Gerald was broke. He told his
parents he wanted to get a job, but they would not
permit it. It would interfere with his schoolwork.
Ricky wouldn’t sleep over for free, but Gerald
continued to do his idol’s schoolwork.
Since Ricky did not do his class work, he was not
learning much. Auto mechanics was an exception;
Gerald was not in his auto mechanics class, and Ricky
did his own work. He was not dumb, he was lazy, and
his physical beauty allowed him to get by. In auto
mechanics he made A’s and B’s, and he enjoyed the
class. The teacher, Mr. Bardon, had given him a lot
of one-on-one instruction. Later, Ricky decided Bardon
must have been a fag.
The Midwestern state where Ricky was raised had a
state exam that had to be passed for a high school
diploma. In 10th grade Ricky flunked it. In 11th
grade Gerald tried to help him prepare, but Ricky
didn’t give it enough effort, and his math skills were
really poor. Ricky flunked again. First semester of
senior year his parents paid for a tutor, and Ricky
passed the verbal, but again flunked the math. Now
Ricky came up with the idea of getting Gerald to take
the test for him. It was possible; make up tests for
just the math section were offered every month at a
different high school. Gerald could make up a fake ID
and take the test in the next county.
“But, Ricky, if I’m caught, I could go to jail, and
lose my scholarship to Northwestern.”
“I will pay you. I’ll pay you $100.”
“No, Ricky, cheating is what got you into this
situation. I’m not going to risk my whole future for
$100.”
Ricky grabbed him, shook him, slapped him hard, and
threatened to beat him up.
“Yeah. You just do that, Ricky. Then you’ll be the
one in jail, and you still won’t graduate.” Gerald
walked away from him. Ricky stared after him. Gerald
had never said no to him before. When Ricky slapped
him, Gerald suddenly realized what a prick he was.
LOL! A beautiful prick attached to a fat 8” penis.
A few days later Ricky offered sex.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll let you touch my cock,” Ricky said hesitantly.
“What if I want to fuck you?”
“What?!”
“I think you know what fuck means. Think about it,
Ricky, and let me know.”
A week later Ricky called. “You can suck my cock.”
“You can suck MY cock, Ricky.”
“You fucking faggot! No way!”
“Good night, Ricky.” Gerald hung up the phone.
The next night Ricky called again and agreed.
Gerald’s parents were away, so he told him to come
over. Ricky said he’d be there in half an hour.
Gerald got his dad’s camcorder and hid it in under
some clothes on his dresser.
Ricky came in nervous and belligerent. They went up
to Gerald’s room.
“Take your clothes off, Ricky.” The camcorder was
rolling.
Ricky slowly took everything off. He was never shy
about his body.
“Turn around slowly and let me see what I’m risking my
future for.” When Ricky saw the look of lust on
Gerald’s face some of his normal arrogance came back,
and he started to smirk
“Get your cock hard.”
“What a pervert you are, Gerald. You want me so bad
you‘re drooling.” He stroked his cock, and it rose to
it’s full proud nearly 9-inches, and was as fat as his
wrist, 8 and a half inches in circumference.
Gerald just looked at him, and Ricky began to loose
his arrogance. “You want me to shoot?”
Gerald hoarsely sighed, “Yes”. Ricky stroked the
magnificent cock faster and his balls tightened up.
Veins stood out and then shot after shot of hot
teenage cum fired out of the big mushroom head. He
could see Gerald was hard, but he didn’t move or touch
himself.
Uncertain what to do, Ricky asked, “You want me to
suck you now?” There was a tremor in his voice.
“No, Ricky, get dressed and go home. I guess I’m over
you. Please just go. I have wasted way too much of
my life on you.”
“But what about the exam?”
“Study for it, Ricky. You’re smart enough to do it
yourself. Time to start doing your own work. Your
beautiful body will only take you so far.”
Ricky got dressed and left. At school he told
everyone what a faggot Gerald was, but he had been
saying that for years. Gerald was respected, but
Ricky was losing his friends. Ricky would take his
revenge out on gay men for years to come.
Gerald has the videotape, and gets considerable
satisfaction watching it now, five years later. He
recently put it on DVD. He’s studying medicine at
University of Illinois Med. School.
Ricky did get his certificate as an auto mechanic, and
moved to Florida.
At 23 Ricky was even better looking. The hard work
kept his body in shape, and he also went to a gym. He
loved the way women and men looked at him. He had
grown a thick mustache to make himself look older.
Roland wanted him BAD.
Roland made an appointment at Hans’ for an oil change
and tire rotation. As he expected, a new guy did the
work, so Ricky would have no legitimate reason to
touch the Mercedes.
Roland had practiced his speech to provoke outrage,
and he wore a mini recorder to capture Ricky’s
response. Roland walked up to him as he was bent over
a Volvo. He patted him on the ass and said, “Boy, you
sure have a fine ass. I would fuck that ass for you
until you called me daddy. I would fuck you better
than you’ve ever been fucked, boy. What time do you
get off work, pretty boy?”
Ricky was momentarily shocked into silence. Then he
slapped the hand away. “You cocksucking faggot! Get
away from me, you queer! You just be here when I get
off, and I’ll fucking kill you, you sick pervert!
I’ve seen you looking at me before. Stay away from
me, you sick queer!”
Roland grinned at him and calmly walked back to the
waiting area. He ought to be able to edit that to be
a death threat and planning of a hate crime. He
opened up his laptop, and monitored his cameras.
Ricky was on one of the screens, and he was glancing
toward the waiting room, and then looking at the
Mercedes. Ten minutes later the guy working on the
car walked away, and Ricky slipped over and did
something to the air conditioning compressor. It was
all caught on the cameras.
Officer Pat O’Mara was a friend of a friend, and he
had been known to lend his badge (for a fee) to help
out members of the gay community. (You can read more
about Officer O’Mara in “Indecent Exposure”.) Roland
had arranged for him to be at Hans’ at 6:30 when Ricky
got off. In the patrol car, the two men tailed the
mechanic to a supermarket where they confronted him.
Roland showed him the pictures while the officer stood
a few feet away, looking stern.
“Ricky, you’ve got a choice. I can take the car to
the Mercedes dealer and get an estimate for repair.
If it is over $100, it’s a felony and you can go to
prison. At the very least you’ll lose your job and
have trouble finding anyone to hire you. Your other
choice is to fix what you fucked up. If the
compressor is ruined, that will cost you big bucks,
because I don’t want a rebuilt one.”
“I just pulled some stuff loose. It ain’t going to
need a new compressor.”
“That will be lucky for you, if it’s true.” “Now
there’s one more thing that is part of your deal. I
want you to come to my place now and get naked.”
“Just get naked? You just want to look?”
“Ricky, get serious. I plan to use your body any way
I want to. All I promise is, if you are good, you
won’t get hurt.”
“Jesus!”
“So are we going to my place for plan B, or will
Officer O’Mara take you down town?”
“Jesus!” After a long hesitation, “I’ll do what you
want. I’ll never understand you faggots.”
“Watch your mouth, Ricky. I’ll let you know when I
want you to talk dirty.” “Now I need you to drive me
back to my car. The officer will follow us to my
place.”
When they got to Roland’s condo, he had Officer O’Mara
wait in the living room while he made Ricky remove his
shoes and lie on the bed. Ricky was wearing a loose
T-shirt, plaid boxers, baggy jeans and white work
socks. “If you resist me, I can have you handcuffed.
Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Roland climbed onto the bed and straddled Ricky’s
thighs as he lay on his back. The loose shirt was not
tucked in, and Roland gently pushed it up to reveal
the beautiful stomach with its dark brown curly hair.
He lightly ran his hand over the hard muscles, and
leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss it. Ricky
shuddered, partly from sensitivity, and partly from
nervousness about what was to come.
Roland moved the shirt up to reveal the pecs and
nipples. He kissed and caressed them until his dick
got uncomfortable and he jumped off the bed to remove
his clothes. Ricky got his first look at the hard fat
uncut 8-inch cock and the powerful body.
Roland Ortega was born of Cuban parents, and his skin
was the golden color of rare V.S.O.P. cognac. His big
chest and hard stomach were hairy but it was closely
trimmed. He was a hot man, but the fact that he was
“non-white” added additional humiliation for Ricky,
who could find a reason to hate nearly anyone.
Naked, Roland climbed back into the same position, and
unfastened Ricky’s belt. Remembering that the
marvelous lower belly was sensitive, he let his hand
slip under the waistband and play with the soft pubic
hair above the cock. He could see that Ricky’s cock
was growing, but he did not grope it; he kissed it and
chewed on it through the jeans. Ricky was moving his
hips around restlessly. Roland could feel that the
cock was huge and fully hard. The jeans were old and
soft, and the size and shape of the wonderful cock was
clearly outlined as the cloth got soaked with Roland’s
saliva and Ricky’s precum. Roland’s cock was
throbbing, and he moved so his crotch was pressed
against Ricky’s foot. He yanked off the sock and ran
his hand over the soft hair on the perfect calf.
Roland had given some thought to exactly what he would
do with Ricky in bed, but he was so turned on, his
cock was ready to cum. With his mouth gently chewing
on the huge hard jean-covered cock, and his hands
roaming over the wonderful upper body, he humped his
cock against the young man’s foot and ankle, and had
one of the best orgasms of his life. He lay there for
a minute, and then rolled onto his side, pulling Ricky
with him. He moved up so he could bury his face in
his beautiful furry navel.
“Jesus, you are a faggot, fucking my foot. LOL!”
“Yeah, and I may fuck your armpit, and your belly, and
your ear, before I ever fuck your mouth or your ass,
fucker. You are my toy, and if I spend a week
unwrapping it, it will stay new and exciting longer.”
“I think a good punishment for your disrespect is to
make you bury your face in my crotch, and hump my foot
until you cum in your pants. If you can’t do it in
ten minutes, I’ll make you fuck yourself with a twelve
inch dildo.” “Get to work, stud. And you can feel
free to lick the cum out of my pubes while you’re down
there. I’m told I have very tasty cum.”
“No way! I can’t cum like that. That’s fuckin’
disgusting.”
Lying on his back while Roland played with his body
had not bothered Ricky much. He had let more than a
few men suck his dick, and forced some of them. He
liked to know men craved his body. But now he had to
bury his face in a man’s crotch, and get off while he
did it.
“Well, Ricky, you know your choices. I’ll get the
dildo, and Crisco.” “That’s assuming you don’t want
plan A, and a few years in prison. They’d break you
in real good in prison.”
“Fuck! Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because you’ve been a bad boy, Ricky, and you got
caught. You need to learn a lesson. Even beautiful
people need to obey the rules.” “Now kiss my fat
cock, and start humping.”
Ricky’s brain was whirling, struggling to come to
grips with this incredible situation. He latched onto
the thought that he had been ready to do all this five
years before with Gerald. Slowly he moved his body
into position and lowered his lips to touch Roland’s
thickening cock. Roland put his hands on the gorgeous
man’s head and pushed his face into his crotch. “Let
me feel that tongue.”
Ricky was surprised that the cum-covered crotch did
not smell as revolting as he anticipated. It was the
same musky smell of a locker room. He forced his
tongue to touch the big cock, and he could feel it
quickly rising to its full 8-inches. His mind was
shutting out all his old prejudices, and he was able
to marvel at the sight and feel of a completely new
experience. Roland had a big beautiful cock, and
watching it grow to full hard was fascinating, like
watching a python come to life at the zoo.
“Yeah, baby, that feels great. Now get your crotch on
my foot, and start humping.”
Ricky’s cock was still hard from all the attention
Roland had given it. He had often used the line,
“Once this monster’s hard, it needs to cum”. Not
that he would mind walking around with a hard dick in
his pants, but he had usually been able to find
someone to get him off.
Just a month back they had a new kid working at the
garage who had invited him over for a beer after work.
The kid had just wanted to be friends, but, as they
were smoking the kid’s marijuana, Ricky got him to pop
in a porn tape. Ricky pulled off his shirt, and
stretched out his long muscular legs, adjusting his
cock as it got hard. He could see that the kid was
checking out his crotch. The kid was only 18, and
high on beer and pot. When Ricky said his cock had
swollen up and was hurting him, and he need help
getting his pants off, the kid went along with it, and
was down on his knees pulling, when the fat, nearly
nine-inch, monster popped out in his face. “You mind
if I get naked?”
The kid was fully hard. He had never had sex with a
guy before, and he didn’t think Ricky was gay. Ricky
was a totally cool guy, so he breathed out a raspy,
“Hey, get comfortable.”
“I feel kinda weird; why don’t you get out of those
clothes and keep me company.” The kid had been on the
wrestling team, and had a beautiful creamy white body.
He was 5’8” with a very nice six-inch cock and
beautiful buns. He was shy about showing his stiff
cock, so he kept his white boxers on. As they sat
side by side on the couch, Ricky started slowly
stroking his huge cock, and convinced the kid, Gary,
to get his out too.
Then he used his old line, “Once this monster gets
hard, it needs to cum. Why don’t you be a pal and
give me a hand?”
“Hey, I ain’t no queer.”
“Who said anything about queer. Two guys watchin’
porn can give each other a hand. That ain’t queer.
That’s just being cool.” Gary thought Ricky was
totally cool, so he allowed Ricky to place his hand on
his monster cock. Ricky put his hand on Gary’s
sensitive inner thigh, and pulled their legs together.
Gary was stroking both cocks, and both cocks were
dripping.
“Put some spit on my dick, boy.”
“What?”
“Just lean over here, and get some saliva on my cock.”
Gary leaned forward, and Ricky guided his head over
his throbbing dripping cock. His mouth was dry and he
tried to spit but didn’t get much.
“No, do it right. Put your mouth on it.”
“No…” Ricky cut him off by pulling his lips to his
big mushroom head.
“Shut up and suck, faggot.” Gary was totally
confused. He had a fat cock in his mouth, but his
body was not responding right. He allowed Ricky to
pull him into his lap, and work half his cock into his
hot mouth. He guided his head up and down, and Gary
just let it happen. “Stroke your cock, bitch. I want
to cum together.” “God! You have a sweet mouth.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m getting close.” “You’re going to
taste my sweet cum, boy. Let me feel your lips, but
keep the teeth off me, bitch.”
Gary’s eye were tearing up from the gag reflex and the
humiliation of being used like this, but his cock was
ready to shoot, and when he felt Ricky’s explode, he
responded with one of the best orgasms of his young
life. He tried to keep from swallowing the big load,
but he finally accepted it, and it didn’t taste all
that bad.
What was bad was when Ricky asked how he liked sucking
cock. “I ain’t planning to make you my steady bitch,
but I wouldn’t mind letting you suck me once in a
while.”
The next day at work, Ricky followed him into the
john, and pulled out his cock. He told Gary to get on
his knees.
“Not, here, Ricky. Someone will come in.”
“OK, I’ll see you after work.” After work, Ricky
followed him home and roughly fucked his mouth,
calling him faggot and cocksucker, and promising to
fuck him next time. Gary quit his job the next day.
Now, a month later, Roland was telling him to get more
saliva on his cock as he stroked his big cock, and
Ricky was surprised that his own cock was rock hard.
As he humped Roland’s foot, he realized he would
probably be able to cum before his ten minutes ran
out.
Roland was stroking his cock while Ricky followed his
orders, sucking his balls and licking his cock-head.
He was getting close. “I want to see your ass, boy.
Push your pants down so I can see your buns.”
His pants were damp and he had to use both hands to
shove them down onto his thighs, freeing his huge
dick, so it was now his naked cock rubbing against
Roland’s naked foot and ankle. Roland took in the
beautiful sight of the young mechanic’s creamy
bubble-butt moving as he humped his foot, and he felt
the stud’s precum on his skin. He felt the tightening
of his balls and knew he was about to shoot.”
“I’m ready to cum, boy, and you are going to swallow
my load. Get your mouth on my fat cock-head, bitch.”
Ricky did not resist. He had been licking the cock
for nearly ten minutes, and following all the older
man’s orders, so he stretched his lips over the
cock-head, and even ran his tongue around it. He felt
the heavy throbbing, and increased his own rhythm,
using his sexual passion to cover the humiliation he
felt from all he was being forced to do. As he felt
Roland’s hot cum hit the back of his throat, his own
cock fired. He was too turned on to worry if this was
a sign he might be gay. Both men had trembling
orgasms, and Roland pulled Ricky up onto his chest and
crushed him in a bear-hug as the last spasms shook
them. He pulled their lips together and frenched him
deeply. Ricky was too drained to resist.
The End
