Fill My Empty ASS
FillF My EFfmpty Ass
by Joseph Patton
Leo was at the wheel of the sleek red Corvette, and Tony felt the warm leather of the car seat beneath his near-naked thighs. His cut-offs were so thin and tattered that they were almost transparent. He wore no shirt; his hairless golden-' brown chest was warmed by the autumn sun. As the car curved along the highway, twisting and turning through the Blue Ridge
Mountains, flashes of green, red, copper and gold shot into Tony's clear brow eyes. As he took in the scenery, Tony also stole a few glances at Leo's handsome, square-jawed face, which was framed by short dark hair. Leo was wearing a denim shirt that was open and showed the thick mat of hair on his chest. Tony's eyes raced toward Leo's tantalizing . crotch; well-worn jeans encased Leo's muscular thighs like a second skin.
Leo shot a look in Tony's direction.
The driver took his right hand off the wheel and ran it through Tony's shock of blond hair. Tony smiled. The smile lit up his whole face; the bottomless brown eyes were alive with cock-hunger
Leo became suddenly still, looked into Tony's eyes, and said, "You can't wait, can you?"
Several moments later, Leo saw the sign that reads "Iron Mountain Trail" and turned the Corvette off the highway The car slowed to a crawl as it slithered along; it finally came to a stop in front of a chain secured to two wooden posts. Ahead of them the trail wound away into the hills, hemmed in on the right by nearly vertical outcroppings of gray rock To the left, a creek foamed around rocks beneath bordering hemlocks.
Overhead, jays chattered and squirrels scampered through tall trees fringed with grapevines.
"Strip," Leo said in a low husky voice.
Without saying a word, Tony shucked his sneakers, stepped out of his cut-offs, and gave his pants to Leo. As he noticed Tony's cock suddenly swelling, its big shaft glossy in the sun shine, Leo's lips curled upward around theedges. He threw Tony's sneakers and cut-offs into the woods as if they were good for nothing but the trashpile.
"Move that ass," Leo ordered.
Tony swung over the chain that crossed the trail. He flexed his muscles and bounded ahead with a devil-may-care look on his face; the hot afternoon sun highlighted his slender solid body.
"Make like the wind!"
Kicking up his heels, Tony began to trot, then to run, breathing in deep whiffs of clear mountain air. He couldn't remember feeling so good, so alive. Things had changed drastically since Tony had gone to the bar the night before. He had planned on having a good time, but he hadn't planned on meeting someone like Leo. When their eyes first met, Tony was riveted to the stranger. Leo was larger and stronger than Tony, and his manner was more physical. Tony had felt Leo's touch, quick and firm, on his arm, and he was captivated by this manwith the dark good looks. Tony had felt something inside him crumble.
The trail grew wilder, and branches of pine brushed Tony's tight, lithe torso. "Stop!" Leo's deep voice banged through the air like a rifle shot. Tony stopped dead in his tracks. "Drop to your knees," Leo said, coming up behind him. "Bend forward."
The crunch of a zipper. The rattling of leaves. The breathing of wind. Silence. Then, all of a sudden, Tony felt hot piss splashing across his backside, and dripping down the crevice between his asscheeks.
Tony's mouth dropped open in stunned surprise, and when he whirled around Leo stepped in closer and aimed his cock right at Tony's face. Piss tumbled down Tony's throat, and he struggled to swallow the salty surge.
"You're wet, cocksucker," Leo said, turning his face andwalking away as if he wanted to be as far away from Tony aspossible. "Dry off."
Tony shook himself like a dog. A tremor shot up his back. A gust of wind blew down from the mountains, rustling the oaks and hazels. A shower of oak leaves zigzagged through the air.
Tony felt their sharp pointed edges pricking his bare back, hisshoulders, his whole wet dripping body. Standing in the sun to dry off, Tony heard a match being struck. Glancing behind him, he saw Leo smoking a cigarette and leaning against an oak. Leo motioned him over.
Tony's eyes widened as he watched Leo pull the belt out of his jeans. For an instant Tony faltered in his step—but only for an instant. He came up alongside Leo, tilted his head back, and felt his throat being stroked as if he were a cat. Arching his back, Tony closed his eyes; his entire body relaxed. Without a word, Leo tied Tony's wrists around the oak tree with a handkerchief whipped from his back pocket. A moment later, Leo stepped behind Tony and disappeared from sight.
Tony heard the hiss of leather a moment before he felt it bite nto his white round mounds of assflesh. He opened his mouth,but no sound came out. Leo lashed the belt through the air, stinging Tony's soft inner thigh. Leo cracked the belt down again, hot and hard, and then again.
Tony jerked his head around until he saw Leo out of the corner of his eye. Leo stood motionless as a statue, with the belt raised in his hand. Then the statue came to life and the belt flew through the air, branding Tony's tender smooth ass like a hot iron.
Tony cried out. Leo flexed his wrist and the belt hissed. The thick leather smacked Leo, and he shuddered with painful pleasure. The belt whistled through the air again and again until, suddenly, it stopped.
Tony heard Leo coming up behind him; the crunching of leaves beneath his boots grew louder and louder. Tony glanced over his shoulder. Leo looked back at him. The look Tony gave Leo was a fleeting one, but its meaning was as clear as if Tony had said that all he wanted was for Leo to take his hard-worked body and use it in every way.
Leo's dark eyes narrowed; his mouth betrayed the faint flicker of a smile as he stretched out his hands and ran them up Tony's tanned chest. He pinched Tony's dark-brown nipples and lowered one hand between the captive's legs; Leo squeezed the tight pear-shaped balls until Tony began to moan.
"You're tough," Leo said sharply. "You can take it."
Leo knew him so well! Tony would have been disappointed if Leo had stopped. Instead, Leo twisted Tony's nuts and nipples harder than ever. Tony's head rolled from one side to the other and he began crying out—clear, clipped cries that came from somewhere deep, deep inside him.
"You love it," Leo rasped.
Tony's lips moved as if to say, "Yes." Then, in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."
Leo smiled. Tony soaked it up like a sponge. Leo gave Tony's stiff dick a yank and Tony's eyes looked into Leo's— begging for more.
"Hot to get fucked, aren't you?"
"Yes," Tony said breathlessly.
"Yes what?" Leo hissed.
"Yes, sir!'
"Then untie your hands," Leo said. "Be quick." Leo turned around and walked away. There was nothing for Tony to do but twist his wrists until the knot in the handkerchief began to loosen. The captive struggled; finally he caught the knot between his thumb and forefinger and freed himself. Moving back a step, Tony opened and closed his hands until he felt the blood rushing through them again.
Tony turned around. His master was stretched out on a grassy knoll with his hands behind his head. Tony's eyes focused on the muscular torpedo-shaped cock, the color of a ripe plum, sticking straight up from Leo's thick bush of pubic hair. The slave lowered himself to the ground, flicked his tongue into the hollows of Leo's armpits, and tasted the heavy tufts of hair soaked with sweat.
"Take it," Leo ordered. "Do those push-ups."
Tony got into position with his palms outside Leo's thighs and began doing push-ups. Going down, Tony swallowed Leo's meaty cock; then he raised himself up and let Leo's dick slide almost completely out of his mouth. After taking a deep breath, Tony would work his way back down the flesh pole.
Leo fixed his eyes on Tony's tight young body. His slave's golden tan, sun-streaked hair, full pink lips, and strong sleek throat, intensely aroused Leo. Leo counted 50 push-ups and shook his head in amazement. "Such an eager cocksucker!" he exclaimed.
Without missing a beat, Tony glanced up with blue eyes sparkling and gave a sort of smile; it was as much of a smile as he could give with Leo's fat cock bulging against the sides of his mouth. Tony could have gone on doing pushups until the sun set, but Leo had other ideas.
He felt the head of his cock smack Tony's tonsils and slide back into Tony's mouth on the upswing. Suddenly, Leo pushed Tony away and got to his feet. There was a fallen log nearby which was covered with moss. When Tony saw it, he knew exactly what Leo had in mind.
"Bend over it," Leo commanded. "Spread those cheeks."
Tony didn't waste any time gripping the log with both hands and raising his ass high in the air. Once Tony had had a science teacher who said that nature hates a vacuum—something always rushes in to fill it. Now Tony knew what he meant; lie wanted Leo to screw him and fill up his empty ass. Tony tensed and held his breath as Leo lubricated his cock with a mouthful of spit. With a mighty lunge, Leo pushed aside
the taut ring of muscle guarding Tony's hole and began plowing between his snowy-white ass cheeks.
After several minutes of steady pumping, Leo shuddered and slowed for a moment. Then he began slamming his cock up Tony's ass with short savage strokes; Tony whimpered through clenched teeth.
"That's it," Leo said. "Show Leo how much you love his big cock up your ass!"
Tony didn't know how much more he could take. Without warning, Leo pulled out of Tony's ass, spun the slave around, and guided his cock into Tony's mouth. Tony took to Leo's pumped-up cock like a baby to a bottle, sucking steadily until he felt the swelling veins in Leo's dick pushing against his gullet. The master glanced down and he saw Tony's cock waving like a flag. With all the strength in his powerful body, Leo drove his cock down Tony's throat.
Cum was building up inside and Leo knew that he couldn't hold back another minute. Tony sensed it, too. Leo groaned, and the first taste of sperm shot out of his spasming cock; spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum poured down Tony's throat. The slave drank it up, so eager to get his fill. Then Leo stroked Tony's head and hair. "Excellent," he said, his dark eyes shining like black pools of light.
"Thanks," Tony said, letting Leo's still-rigid cock slip out of his mouth.
"Clean it off," Leo ordered.
Tony ran his hot tongue all over the shaft until every drop of cum and spit was gone. Raising his head, Tony flicked his tongue across his lips as Leo slid out from under him and stood up. Leo began putting onhis clothes: his denim shirt, his faded jeans, and his scuffed boots. A few moments later, Leo came up to Tony brandishing ablade of grass between his teeth. Leo stuck the piece of grass into the pisshole of Tony's hard cock. Tony drew in a sharp breath.
When Leo pulled it out, the green stem was covered by a layer of clear shiny fluid. Tony gave Leo a pleading, piercing look. He was aching to spill the cum from his nuts in the worst way.Leo looked straight at Tony. "Haul ass," he said. "It's getting late."
Tony turned around and began retracing his steps. Leo was right. The sun was lowering and the air had chilled.
"I almost forgot," Leo said. "You can play with your cock now. Just be sure you don't come."
"Yes, sir," Tony answered, flashing his fist around his dick. "Thank you, sir."
All Leo could do was smirk as he watched Tony making his way back along the trail with his dick in his hand, pine needles smacking his red-streaked ass at every step.
"You love frisking naked through the woods beating your meat, don't you slave?"
"Yes, sir!"
Leo came up behind Tony and gave him a hard slap on the buttocks. "See that rock jutting out up there?"
Tony nodded.
"Get your ass up there."
After several minutes of steady climbing, Tony found himself on a rock ledge looking out over the mountain's western ridges. Leo looked up and saw Tony's bronzed body outlined against a patch of blue sky. "What's it like up there?" he called out.
"It's fantastic, sir."
On the jutting rock Tony felt more naked than ever, as if on a stage. The sun was just setting behind maples and dogwoods, already stripped of their leaves. Farther down, the small swift stream was like molten bronze etched with white lines of foam. Lowering his hands between his legs, Tony cupped his balls with one hand as he whacked away at his cock with the other. He looked down at Leo, who was silently urging Tony on with his exhibition. When their eyes locked, all Tony could think of, all he saw, felt, smelled, tasted, was Leo. Leo's big muscular thighs. ..the salty taste of piss and sweat... the sweet taste of Leo's man-sized load... his strong man's hands holding him helpless. .his hot cock driving deep into Tony's mouth and up his ass.
Tony heard the howling of the wind a moment before he felt it coming at him from all sides. Behind him, as if the wind-blown oaks had turned to iron, there came a noise like metal clanging against metal. And then the clanging of the leaves was lost in Leo's voice that became all Tony heard: "Do it, Tony! Shoot your fuckin' load!"
Tony let go with the biggest, thickest load of his life. The first spurt flew high into the air, followed by another, then a steady eruption flowed over his hands. Tony was stunned at the size of his pent-up load. Looking around as if waking up, Tony saw that Leo was nowhere in sight. A moment later, he heard a car horn blaring and began making his way downhill in the fading light. As Tony rounded the final curve of the trial, he stumbled over his sneakers. Looking up he saw his cut-offs hanging from a tree limb. He put them on and got into the car. The blast from the heater warmed his chilly legs. Leo turned the key in the ignition and the Corvette swung onto the highway.
"What do you like to eat," Leo asked, "besides cock?"
"Anything," Tony said. "I've really got an appetite.
Leo lowered his voice. "You've got an appetite for something else, too." he said slowly.
Tony agreed. He realized that until now he had never been backed up against the wall with his real desires. He realized he didn't know as much about himself as he had thought.
"You need training," Leo's voice broke into Tony's thoughts. Leo stretched out his arm, patting, squeezing, kneading Tony's shoulders. "If you're willing, I'll teach you about yourself."
"Please, sir."
"My cock," Leo said with a smile. "Your decision."
Tony nodded eagerly, his blue eyes shining as if a fire burned inside.
"You're giving me a hard-on," Leo laughed. He opened his jeans, and his cock sprang up against his shirt.
Tony sucked in his breath. And then, bending over the car seat, he asked, "May I, master?"
Leo sighed, pulling Tony down into the hollow of his crotch. The car glided down the highway. The sun had dropped behind the purple mountains. Gaunt black limbs shook in the orange light, and a sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of leaves spiraling through the empty air. Leo looked down at Tony and then he met his own face in the rear-view mirror. Winter was around the corner, but Leo didn't care. With Tony around it was going to be the wildest, wettest winter either of them had ever known!
Mountains, flashes of green, red, copper and gold shot into Tony's clear brow eyes. As he took in the scenery, Tony also stole a few glances at Leo's handsome, square-jawed face, which was framed by short dark hair. Leo was wearing a denim shirt that was open and showed the thick mat of hair on his chest. Tony's eyes raced toward Leo's tantalizing . crotch; well-worn jeans encased Leo's muscular thighs like a second skin.
Leo shot a look in Tony's direction.
The driver took his right hand off the wheel and ran it through Tony's shock of blond hair. Tony smiled. The smile lit up his whole face; the bottomless brown eyes were alive with cock-hunger
Leo became suddenly still, looked into Tony's eyes, and said, "You can't wait, can you?"
Several moments later, Leo saw the sign that reads "Iron Mountain Trail" and turned the Corvette off the highway The car slowed to a crawl as it slithered along; it finally came to a stop in front of a chain secured to two wooden posts. Ahead of them the trail wound away into the hills, hemmed in on the right by nearly vertical outcroppings of gray rock To the left, a creek foamed around rocks beneath bordering hemlocks.
Overhead, jays chattered and squirrels scampered through tall trees fringed with grapevines.
"Strip," Leo said in a low husky voice.
Without saying a word, Tony shucked his sneakers, stepped out of his cut-offs, and gave his pants to Leo. As he noticed Tony's cock suddenly swelling, its big shaft glossy in the sun shine, Leo's lips curled upward around theedges. He threw Tony's sneakers and cut-offs into the woods as if they were good for nothing but the trashpile.
"Move that ass," Leo ordered.
Tony swung over the chain that crossed the trail. He flexed his muscles and bounded ahead with a devil-may-care look on his face; the hot afternoon sun highlighted his slender solid body.
"Make like the wind!"
Kicking up his heels, Tony began to trot, then to run, breathing in deep whiffs of clear mountain air. He couldn't remember feeling so good, so alive. Things had changed drastically since Tony had gone to the bar the night before. He had planned on having a good time, but he hadn't planned on meeting someone like Leo. When their eyes first met, Tony was riveted to the stranger. Leo was larger and stronger than Tony, and his manner was more physical. Tony had felt Leo's touch, quick and firm, on his arm, and he was captivated by this manwith the dark good looks. Tony had felt something inside him crumble.
The trail grew wilder, and branches of pine brushed Tony's tight, lithe torso. "Stop!" Leo's deep voice banged through the air like a rifle shot. Tony stopped dead in his tracks. "Drop to your knees," Leo said, coming up behind him. "Bend forward."
The crunch of a zipper. The rattling of leaves. The breathing of wind. Silence. Then, all of a sudden, Tony felt hot piss splashing across his backside, and dripping down the crevice between his asscheeks.
Tony's mouth dropped open in stunned surprise, and when he whirled around Leo stepped in closer and aimed his cock right at Tony's face. Piss tumbled down Tony's throat, and he struggled to swallow the salty surge.
"You're wet, cocksucker," Leo said, turning his face andwalking away as if he wanted to be as far away from Tony aspossible. "Dry off."
Tony shook himself like a dog. A tremor shot up his back. A gust of wind blew down from the mountains, rustling the oaks and hazels. A shower of oak leaves zigzagged through the air.
Tony felt their sharp pointed edges pricking his bare back, hisshoulders, his whole wet dripping body. Standing in the sun to dry off, Tony heard a match being struck. Glancing behind him, he saw Leo smoking a cigarette and leaning against an oak. Leo motioned him over.
Tony's eyes widened as he watched Leo pull the belt out of his jeans. For an instant Tony faltered in his step—but only for an instant. He came up alongside Leo, tilted his head back, and felt his throat being stroked as if he were a cat. Arching his back, Tony closed his eyes; his entire body relaxed. Without a word, Leo tied Tony's wrists around the oak tree with a handkerchief whipped from his back pocket. A moment later, Leo stepped behind Tony and disappeared from sight.
Tony heard the hiss of leather a moment before he felt it bite nto his white round mounds of assflesh. He opened his mouth,but no sound came out. Leo lashed the belt through the air, stinging Tony's soft inner thigh. Leo cracked the belt down again, hot and hard, and then again.
Tony jerked his head around until he saw Leo out of the corner of his eye. Leo stood motionless as a statue, with the belt raised in his hand. Then the statue came to life and the belt flew through the air, branding Tony's tender smooth ass like a hot iron.
Tony cried out. Leo flexed his wrist and the belt hissed. The thick leather smacked Leo, and he shuddered with painful pleasure. The belt whistled through the air again and again until, suddenly, it stopped.
Tony heard Leo coming up behind him; the crunching of leaves beneath his boots grew louder and louder. Tony glanced over his shoulder. Leo looked back at him. The look Tony gave Leo was a fleeting one, but its meaning was as clear as if Tony had said that all he wanted was for Leo to take his hard-worked body and use it in every way.
Leo's dark eyes narrowed; his mouth betrayed the faint flicker of a smile as he stretched out his hands and ran them up Tony's tanned chest. He pinched Tony's dark-brown nipples and lowered one hand between the captive's legs; Leo squeezed the tight pear-shaped balls until Tony began to moan.
"You're tough," Leo said sharply. "You can take it."
Leo knew him so well! Tony would have been disappointed if Leo had stopped. Instead, Leo twisted Tony's nuts and nipples harder than ever. Tony's head rolled from one side to the other and he began crying out—clear, clipped cries that came from somewhere deep, deep inside him.
"You love it," Leo rasped.
Tony's lips moved as if to say, "Yes." Then, in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."
Leo smiled. Tony soaked it up like a sponge. Leo gave Tony's stiff dick a yank and Tony's eyes looked into Leo's— begging for more.
"Hot to get fucked, aren't you?"
"Yes," Tony said breathlessly.
"Yes what?" Leo hissed.
"Yes, sir!'
"Then untie your hands," Leo said. "Be quick." Leo turned around and walked away. There was nothing for Tony to do but twist his wrists until the knot in the handkerchief began to loosen. The captive struggled; finally he caught the knot between his thumb and forefinger and freed himself. Moving back a step, Tony opened and closed his hands until he felt the blood rushing through them again.
Tony turned around. His master was stretched out on a grassy knoll with his hands behind his head. Tony's eyes focused on the muscular torpedo-shaped cock, the color of a ripe plum, sticking straight up from Leo's thick bush of pubic hair. The slave lowered himself to the ground, flicked his tongue into the hollows of Leo's armpits, and tasted the heavy tufts of hair soaked with sweat.
"Take it," Leo ordered. "Do those push-ups."
Tony got into position with his palms outside Leo's thighs and began doing push-ups. Going down, Tony swallowed Leo's meaty cock; then he raised himself up and let Leo's dick slide almost completely out of his mouth. After taking a deep breath, Tony would work his way back down the flesh pole.
Leo fixed his eyes on Tony's tight young body. His slave's golden tan, sun-streaked hair, full pink lips, and strong sleek throat, intensely aroused Leo. Leo counted 50 push-ups and shook his head in amazement. "Such an eager cocksucker!" he exclaimed.
Without missing a beat, Tony glanced up with blue eyes sparkling and gave a sort of smile; it was as much of a smile as he could give with Leo's fat cock bulging against the sides of his mouth. Tony could have gone on doing pushups until the sun set, but Leo had other ideas.
He felt the head of his cock smack Tony's tonsils and slide back into Tony's mouth on the upswing. Suddenly, Leo pushed Tony away and got to his feet. There was a fallen log nearby which was covered with moss. When Tony saw it, he knew exactly what Leo had in mind.
"Bend over it," Leo commanded. "Spread those cheeks."
Tony didn't waste any time gripping the log with both hands and raising his ass high in the air. Once Tony had had a science teacher who said that nature hates a vacuum—something always rushes in to fill it. Now Tony knew what he meant; lie wanted Leo to screw him and fill up his empty ass. Tony tensed and held his breath as Leo lubricated his cock with a mouthful of spit. With a mighty lunge, Leo pushed aside
the taut ring of muscle guarding Tony's hole and began plowing between his snowy-white ass cheeks.
After several minutes of steady pumping, Leo shuddered and slowed for a moment. Then he began slamming his cock up Tony's ass with short savage strokes; Tony whimpered through clenched teeth.
"That's it," Leo said. "Show Leo how much you love his big cock up your ass!"
Tony didn't know how much more he could take. Without warning, Leo pulled out of Tony's ass, spun the slave around, and guided his cock into Tony's mouth. Tony took to Leo's pumped-up cock like a baby to a bottle, sucking steadily until he felt the swelling veins in Leo's dick pushing against his gullet. The master glanced down and he saw Tony's cock waving like a flag. With all the strength in his powerful body, Leo drove his cock down Tony's throat.
Cum was building up inside and Leo knew that he couldn't hold back another minute. Tony sensed it, too. Leo groaned, and the first taste of sperm shot out of his spasming cock; spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum poured down Tony's throat. The slave drank it up, so eager to get his fill. Then Leo stroked Tony's head and hair. "Excellent," he said, his dark eyes shining like black pools of light.
"Thanks," Tony said, letting Leo's still-rigid cock slip out of his mouth.
"Clean it off," Leo ordered.
Tony ran his hot tongue all over the shaft until every drop of cum and spit was gone. Raising his head, Tony flicked his tongue across his lips as Leo slid out from under him and stood up. Leo began putting onhis clothes: his denim shirt, his faded jeans, and his scuffed boots. A few moments later, Leo came up to Tony brandishing ablade of grass between his teeth. Leo stuck the piece of grass into the pisshole of Tony's hard cock. Tony drew in a sharp breath.
When Leo pulled it out, the green stem was covered by a layer of clear shiny fluid. Tony gave Leo a pleading, piercing look. He was aching to spill the cum from his nuts in the worst way.Leo looked straight at Tony. "Haul ass," he said. "It's getting late."
Tony turned around and began retracing his steps. Leo was right. The sun was lowering and the air had chilled.
"I almost forgot," Leo said. "You can play with your cock now. Just be sure you don't come."
"Yes, sir," Tony answered, flashing his fist around his dick. "Thank you, sir."
All Leo could do was smirk as he watched Tony making his way back along the trail with his dick in his hand, pine needles smacking his red-streaked ass at every step.
"You love frisking naked through the woods beating your meat, don't you slave?"
"Yes, sir!"
Leo came up behind Tony and gave him a hard slap on the buttocks. "See that rock jutting out up there?"
Tony nodded.
"Get your ass up there."
After several minutes of steady climbing, Tony found himself on a rock ledge looking out over the mountain's western ridges. Leo looked up and saw Tony's bronzed body outlined against a patch of blue sky. "What's it like up there?" he called out.
"It's fantastic, sir."
On the jutting rock Tony felt more naked than ever, as if on a stage. The sun was just setting behind maples and dogwoods, already stripped of their leaves. Farther down, the small swift stream was like molten bronze etched with white lines of foam. Lowering his hands between his legs, Tony cupped his balls with one hand as he whacked away at his cock with the other. He looked down at Leo, who was silently urging Tony on with his exhibition. When their eyes locked, all Tony could think of, all he saw, felt, smelled, tasted, was Leo. Leo's big muscular thighs. ..the salty taste of piss and sweat... the sweet taste of Leo's man-sized load... his strong man's hands holding him helpless. .his hot cock driving deep into Tony's mouth and up his ass.
Tony heard the howling of the wind a moment before he felt it coming at him from all sides. Behind him, as if the wind-blown oaks had turned to iron, there came a noise like metal clanging against metal. And then the clanging of the leaves was lost in Leo's voice that became all Tony heard: "Do it, Tony! Shoot your fuckin' load!"
Tony let go with the biggest, thickest load of his life. The first spurt flew high into the air, followed by another, then a steady eruption flowed over his hands. Tony was stunned at the size of his pent-up load. Looking around as if waking up, Tony saw that Leo was nowhere in sight. A moment later, he heard a car horn blaring and began making his way downhill in the fading light. As Tony rounded the final curve of the trial, he stumbled over his sneakers. Looking up he saw his cut-offs hanging from a tree limb. He put them on and got into the car. The blast from the heater warmed his chilly legs. Leo turned the key in the ignition and the Corvette swung onto the highway.
"What do you like to eat," Leo asked, "besides cock?"
"Anything," Tony said. "I've really got an appetite.
Leo lowered his voice. "You've got an appetite for something else, too." he said slowly.
Tony agreed. He realized that until now he had never been backed up against the wall with his real desires. He realized he didn't know as much about himself as he had thought.
"You need training," Leo's voice broke into Tony's thoughts. Leo stretched out his arm, patting, squeezing, kneading Tony's shoulders. "If you're willing, I'll teach you about yourself."
"Please, sir."
"My cock," Leo said with a smile. "Your decision."
Tony nodded eagerly, his blue eyes shining as if a fire burned inside.
"You're giving me a hard-on," Leo laughed. He opened his jeans, and his cock sprang up against his shirt.
Tony sucked in his breath. And then, bending over the car seat, he asked, "May I, master?"
Leo sighed, pulling Tony down into the hollow of his crotch. The car glided down the highway. The sun had dropped behind the purple mountains. Gaunt black limbs shook in the orange light, and a sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of leaves spiraling through the empty air. Leo looked down at Tony and then he met his own face in the rear-view mirror. Winter was around the corner, but Leo didn't care. With Tony around it was going to be the wildest, wettest winter either of them had ever known!