Manhandled

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Author: Austin Foxxe
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raised leg, and yanked up, dropping me like a sack of feed
     onto the shower room floor. His big body came crashing down on top of me.
    The water from the showers, still running full blast, hit me full in the face before it splintered off the muscles of Rowdy’s
     broad back as he jumped onto me, straddling my midsection and pinning me down.
    In one quick move he reached back and caught my legs under the knees with his arms and yanked them up around his sides. My
     body slid underneath him. My hard dick bumped off his tailbone and up his backside.
    He rose up on his knees and hopped his butt up onto my chest. I punched at him best as I could, but I could hardly see from
     the water in my eyes. Suddenly I felt my hands locked tight inside his big fingers. I was trussed up like a calf about to
     get branded. Except I’d never seen a cowhand sitting on a calf’s chest, with a big dick waving in the calf’s face. And that
     sure was what was waving in front of mine: a thick, meaty pole, curving down from its heavy weight and dripping with greasy
     precum. It was filling and straightening up faster’n I could get the water shook off my face.
    By the time I could see clear, that wet, brown fence-post, with its blood-filled maroon knob, was pointing straight at me.
     It was the finest example of rock-hard manhood I had ever laid eyes on. And it was only inches from my lips. All I had to
     do was lean forward and pop it into my mouth.
    While I was shooting my head forward, I might have reasoned—in the hope that I wasn’t about to get my skull beat in—that even
     a straight guy might like a good blow job from a queer, but, truth is, I wasn’t thinking about anything except getting that
     western sausage lodged somewhere down my gut in the vicinity of my belly button.
    Rowdy was pure prime. I had admired his dick—along with his butt, and the low-hanging set of furry ovals that dangled underneath
     his dick—many a time in the showers.
    His body went tense, and I heard the air suck into his chest as my jaw stretched wide and my lips locked over the veiny pole.
     He had a fine, manly stalk. I paused long enough to let my tongue circle the fat bulbous head, dipping and curving over the
     round prow and the splayed flange. Digging my teeth gently into the gristle of his throbbing shaft, I felt the thick, bulging
     veins pump against the inside of my cheeks.
    Rowdy’s thighs, clinched around my chest, began to relax. I shoved my head farther down his pole, sucking and slurping as
     I went.
    He let his arms drop, freeing my legs. Lowering my feet to the slippery floor, I set my heels against the rubber matting and
     pushed. Underneath him, my body slid forward, my shoulders went up the wall, and my head tilted in. I munched in about half
     of his honker.
    A low rumble started in Rowdy’s chest; air whistled through his pursed lips. One hand curved around my head to help take the
     strain off my neck as I sucked, and the other hand slid around his back to grab hold of my dick.
    “Mmmmm.” He pumped his butt back and forth, pushing his meat all the way into my mouth and pulling it out, ’cept for the big,
     juicy head. On the backstroke, I scooped precum out of his piss slit onto my tongue and laved the grease down as much of the
     shaft as I could wrap my trapped mouth-snake around before he drilled forward again.
    I dove deep into his pubes, sinking my nose into his soapy bush. His dick pushed into my mouth, past my tongue, and down into
     the depths of my clutching throat, giving my gag muscles a run for their money and his monster meat a real workout.
    “Hollee… Son, you are a wonder,” I heard him mutter. “That is a wonderful mouth.”
    It’s a damn wonder of a mouthful,
I thought, savoring the tasty beef and grinding my chin against his heavy hangers. He milked my dick with his fist the same
     way I milked his dong with my jaw. And soon enough we were getting rewarded for our efforts.
    I went first, powering out

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