Duncan Is Straight

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Duncan Is Straight Chapter Three

Doubly Straight

I've been meeting up with Duncan again for a couple of weeks now. Two fucking awesome nights a week while his wife is teaching evening courses. We've even talked about squeezing in an extra night. Dunk swears Joanie never comes out to the shop; even when she's home. It would be just my luck to have her walk in and find her hubby balls deep in my ass. Who knows though, he might talk me into it. God knows that bossy bastard usually gets his way. But can my hole handle him three times a week?

Last night I left Dunk's place with three of his loads in my guts. He was in rare form. Two is pretty standard for the big, hairy hunk. With his height, weight and body hair, I joke that he could pass for a Yeti; that is if Yeti ends up being a redhead when they finally nab him. Tall, hairy and built like a tank; he would be a catch even if he wasn't hung like a hippo. I'm eight inches shorter at 5'11" and I'm built like a cub, I've been working out but still have a little belly. Dunk doesn't seem to mind; even though he saves any praise for my ass and throat. I'm not entirely sure how he knew I'd submit to his bullying ways. I didn't totally understand that part of me until he brought it out. You see, breeding a dude's ass is new territory for Dunk. After years of curiosity, he finally found a willing hole to give into his demands.

I think I told you before that I may have created a monster.

You should all be so lucky!

After getting so thoroughly used last night, it's a good thing I don't have work today. I have a shit ton of stuff to do; but at least I get to sleep in a bit. I'm just heading out to run some errands when I get a call from the auto repair shop Duncan runs. It seems odd because Dunk had told me last night that he was taking today off, too.

"Hey Rob. It's Reed. How have you been, buddy?"

Reed and Walt were the two mechanics that worked for Dunk. I had first met Dunk when he hired me to update the computer system at his shop. For several weeks I went over there on my days off work, eventually getting all his old paper files scanned and getting him set up with a new system. Dunk and I started fucking within a few days of starting the project; but we were always careful to keep it our little secret.

"Reed, you old horn dog! How are ya doing?"

"Good, bud. I'm just having trouble with the invoice printer in the office. Dunk's not here; and it keeps saying I need to load an update."

"No problem. I'm just leaving home now for the gym. I'll swing by in a few minutes."

Reed was Duncan's right-hand man and I had taken an instant liking to him. Actually, everyone liked Reed. He was laidback and always so good natured. He charmed everyone he met. It didn't hurt that he was a total stud; dark haired, scruffy and always flirting. He had a girlfriend; but he also had a habit of fucking a lot of the women who brought their cars in to be repaired. He didn't even try to hide it.

In fact, that first afternoon I was working at Dunk's, Reed came in the office and told the boss he was taking a break. He said his customer, who just happened to be a stunning, thirty year old personal trainer, was here to drop off her car; but couldn't get hold of her husband to pick her up and take her to work. Without batting an eye, Dunk asked Reed if needed a condom. Reed said, "If she was going to make me use a rubber, I would have let her order an Uber." Then the randy bastard was out the door. He was back within the hour; happily reporting no condoms were involved; and then he stayed late that evening to make up for what he called his `nut break'.

It's no surprise that he and his girl are constantly breaking up, then getting back together. He says she only takes him back because he's stretched her out and ruined her for other men. No wonder he's so popular with the ladies. The size of a guy's endowment hadn't been a big deal to me then. It did make me curious though.

When I pull up in front of the shop, Reed is leaning outside the office door having a smoke. When Dunk's here, he always makes him go out back. It's unseasonably warm for September and he has the zipper on his coveralls open to his waist with no shirt on underneath. I don't think I've ever seen his bare chest before. No, if I'd seen all that fucking hair I surely would have remembered.

"Smoking out front while the boss is away, huh?"

He's smiling; but he's looking at me weird. It seems like he's checking me out. Then he gives me a wink. This isn't the Reed I know.

"Nah, I was just waiting for ya. Come around the back and keep me company, bro."

"You want me to check out the printer first?"

"No, it can wait. When Dunk's not here, we don't do anything in a hurry. It's been fuckin' slow around here lately, anyway. Probably why Dunk's playing hooky."

I follow him around the side of the building. There's a high cinder block wall between the back of the shop and the alley. It's pretty secluded. Rumor has it that Reed has even fucked a few of his female customers back here when they had nowhere else to go. As he walks ahead of me, he shrugs his coveralls off his shoulders and ties the sleeves around his waist. He has a broad back that narrows down to his compact waist. I can see the top of his underwear; low rise briefs. His lower back and his ass are every bit as hairy as his front.

"What's going on, Reed? Is it really hot enough for no pants and shirt under the coveralls today?"

"There's nothing wrong with the printer, bro."

"Okay."

"I'm seeing you in a whole new light, Robby. Tell me, do you like the way I look?"

"You look fucking great, Reed. I wish I looked half that good."

"So how come you never hit on me? You're gay, right?"

"Um, yeah. Let's see, why didn't I hit on you? I don't know? Because I was working here? Because your straight. Because you're the biggest pussy hound I've ever met? Did you want me to hit on you?"

Instead of answering, he just stares at me. I watch him as he looks me up and down, sizing me up. His lips curl into a snarl. The change in his demeanor is both frightening and exciting.

"Get on your knees, Robby?"

"What? No. Come on, Reed."

"I said get on your goddamn knees!"

He speaks in a low whisper; but it's angry and intense. In a split second, he transforms from chummy to aggressive. He's not fucking around. As I drop to my knees in front of him, he clears his throat and spits in my face. He shoves one hand into his coveralls. The sleeves he had tied loosely around his waist slip free and the oil-stained coveralls drop to his feet; leaving only his white Hanes low rise briefs that are straining to hold in his erection as it angles toward his hip. He grips it through the cotton fabric with his left hand.

I'm so focused on the impressive bulge, I don't see his right hand coming at me until it's too late. He slaps me hard across the face. I flinch when he brings his hand up again; but rather than hit me again, he shoved four fingers into my mouth. He pushes them deeper until I gag. Using his other hand, he tugs his underwear down below his balls and his cock springs free. He forces it into my mouth as he withdraws his fingers.

He's not as big as Dunk. Who the fuck is? But I could see how he might have stretched his girlfriend out, as he was fond of saying. There is no warm up. He is going for the back of my throat from the start. His technique works to his advantage. As I gag and cough, I soon have his fat dick covered in saliva. The slicker he gets, the further he is able to slip into my throat. After several brutal minutes he angrily shoves my face away.

I think I'm going to get a breather; but he has other plans. He steps behind me and pulls me backwards. Still kneeling, he has my back arched like I doing the limbo. He straddles my head so my view is his hairy nutsack and taint. He cups one hand under the back of my neck and brings my face up tight against his undercarriage. I lap at his balls and I can feel him stroking. He eases his hips forward slightly and my tongue is in his hairy crack.

"Stick your fucking tongue out. Clean my ass for me, cocksucker. Christ! I'd have to pay a chick to do that if I hadn't showered first. You're a fucking pig."

I'm my defense, his hole didn't seem dirty; just sweaty and ripe. I could feel the hair, rough against my tongue. He is right about me being a pig. Soon he shifts his hips back again and tightens his grip supporting the back of my neck. It gives him the perfect angle to slide back into my throat again. He places the palm of his other hand over my adam's apple, so he can feel his cock as it expands my throat. I'm gagging and sputtering again. I can feel the drool escaping around his cock and dripping down my chin. He's relentless; fucking my throat as his cock seems to expand.

I feel his grip tighten even more and he begins to squeeze my head between his thighs as he tenses up to fire off his load. The first several blasts shoot right down my gullet. But then he pulls back and holds his cock at the base as he fills my mouth with the rest. I swallow and he pats the top of my head as he takes a step back. With his balls drained, he slides his back down against the shop wall until his bare ass is on the dirty concrete floor.

Free to move, I turn around and sit facing him; curious to see his reaction. I watch him fish in the pocket of his coveralls that are bunched up around the top of his work boots. He produces his pack of Marlboros and his lighter. As he sits back and inhales, he tosses me the pack. I usually only smoke when I'm really drunk. That doesn't stop me from lighting up and tossing them back to him. He takes several drags, looks me over and then reaches down to cup his spent cock. Suddenly, it seems like the Reed I know is back. He starts to chat like what we had just done was no big deal.

"You know that video Dunk has on his phone of he and Joanie? He says he likes to show off his wife's ass; but he really just wants guys to see how big his dick is."

"Yeah, he showed it to me."

"Oh, I'll bet he did! You know Robby, he unlocked his phone yesterday so I could look at it again. Then he had to go out front and help a customer. I started scrolling. He has a lot of videos on his phone now. You wouldn't believe how many! There's dozens of them. But Joanie's not in any of the new ones."

I'm not sure why, but it made sense to me at first. That's why Reed knew he could manhandle me like that.

Then I felt my heart sink. I found myself trying to listen to what he was saying; but my head was spinning in circles. I thought of how many times I was tied up and blindfolded in Dunk's wood shop. Or even when I wasn't blindfolded, there were all those times when he ordered me not to turn around, or told me to keep my head down. I was a willing party to everything that went on in that shop. Even when he was forcing me, I knew I could stop it at anytime. But we never discussed taking pictures or videos. Never. But what if we had discussed it. If he had asked, I would have let him do it; wouldn't I? I let him do whatever he wanted.

Then as all those nights in the shop flashed before my eyes, I tried to inventory all the acts I'd performed. In my head, I was hearing all the humiliating things I had said. Without knowing exactly what is on the videos, I can only imagine the worst. I tried to think how it might look to an outsider. A straight guy. My mind went back to the first night. The first time that Dunk showed me that video with he and Joanie. It showed her pale, petite ass. Then you saw Dunk's gargantuan cock resting on her ass. Then in the video he was rubbing a greasy finger around her butthole. I remember thinking, "That opening is too small. That tiny little pucker can't handle that fat, uncut cock. It's got to be over a foot long. But in their video he was just teasing her. Now in our video, I can only imagine what is on display. Was he filming that first night when I took him in my ass for the first time? How would that look to an outsider? Would they start out thinking, "There's no way that little pucker can handle that fat, uncut cock!" Only to then see him split me wide open. Was the camera running later when I begged him to fuck me again? How about the spanking? The piss? The slapping? The bondage? Were there closeups of me sucking his cock clean after he pulled it out of my ass?

"Bro? Robby? Are you okay, bro?"

Reed brings me back to reality. My new reality. I look up at him to see if I can read any reaction in his face. He's so fucking good looking. Is he disgusted? Is he just curious?

"Bro. You're freaking me out now. Did you not know he was taping? Are you okay, Robby? Was he making you do all those things? Fuck man! I thought you'd be into what we just did."

"Relax, Reed. You scared the fuck out of me to start with. But then, did you notice I didn't try to stop you? I didn't try to get away."

"Yeah. I noticed. I also noticed your boner tenting out your sweats, bro."

"After you saw the videos, what happened? Did you say anything to Dunk?"

"Oh fuck no! I'll admit I was shocked at first. I mean, I've seen all kinds of porn, bro. The sex didn't shock me. It's just that it was you and Dunk I was watching. Easy going, laugh-it-up Dunk. He turns into a fucking animal in those vids. And while I had an idea you might be gay; that was no big deal to me. I've always liked you, Robby. I have no issue with guy dudes. The bottom line is: I was hard as a rock. bro."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah! It's like every dude's fantasy to have a sex slave."

That explains the last fifteen minutes. I tried to lighten the mood.

"Even if the sex slave has a hairy ass?"

"Robby, I haven't played around with a guy since sleepovers when I was twelve; but I've thought about fucking that hairy ass of yours ever since I saw it exposed on Dunk's phone. He was so goddamn mean to you sometimes. You just took it, dude. You let him do it. How many times have you let him cum inside you, bro? If you let a dude cum inside your ass, he owns you. Don't you see how fucking hot that it?"

"It must've been hot to win over a die-hard pussy lover like you, Reed. So I'm guessing Natalie got the benefit of that rock hard boner?"

"No. We fought again. She woke up in the middle of the night and caught me jerking off. She asked why I didn't wake her up? If I was so hard, didn't I want to fuck her? But she wasn't the one that made me hard; was she? I told her to go back to sleep and let me stroke. She ended up sleeping on the couch, bro. She slept on the couch and I got to stay in the bed for once. I blasted on my stomach three times and still woke up hard."

Hearing him confess to yanking that big dick after seeing the videos, I felt my own cock get hard again. He was looking straight at me; straight through me. I saw his eyebrows drop as his expression darkened again. I saw him start to move the hand that had been cupping his junk. He tugged down on his balls and his dick was nearly at full mast again. He reached down and rummaged in his pocket again, pulling out a small white tube.

"Get up, Robby!"

"Reed..."

"Get on your fucking feet, Robby! You're not leaving here without my nut in your ass. I heard you beg him to breed you on those vids, bro. Not just once. Over and over. In one of them he threatened to pull out and shoot on the shop floor. You begged like a little bitch for his sperm."

There was no use arguing with him. I started to get up. He knew I was going to give in. Fuck, he knew I wanted it as bad as he did; but out here in the open?

"Yeah, you want it, bro. I almost came watching that vid where he called you his cunt boy. Dunk's cunt boy. You want me to call him and ask for his permission?"

I have no idea what he has in the tube. He squirts some into his hand. It looks like glue, at first. His cock is throbbing as he slathers it all along its length. I want to ask if we can go inside. He's just staring at me as he continues to stroke. He squirts another glob into his hand and tosses the tube onto the ground.

"Drop your sweatpants, Robby. I'm ready to plow and you're just standing there. Drop 'em and bend over, cunt boy. Let's see that hairy cunt in real life. I've only seen it on Dunk's phone. Show me, Robby."

I'm wearing sweats over my gym shorts and trunks. I push them all down at once. When they fall at my ankles, I pull one foot free and spread my legs. I can't pretend I don't want to show him. I bend forward and hold my breath, waiting for his response.

"Holy fuck! Who knew a fag's ass would have me so fucking hard. Pull your cheeks apart! Fuck yeah! I don't know why I didn't try this out years ago."

He closes the distance between us and I feel him smear his handful of whatever up my crack. I expect to feel a finger; but instead he uses his cock to spread it around my ass. I feel pressure as he leans into me; then I feel his cock head catch on my hole. He grips my hip with his greasy hand. Then in one motion, he covers my mouth with his other hand and rams his cock into me. He is smaller than Dunk; but still fucking big. He bottoms out in one go. Whatever he is using for lube is awfully fucking slick. I can feel his balls against mine. He holds his full length in me for a minute; slowly pulls all the way out; then he starts to rail me. I'm still worried about making noise, being outside and all. His hand on my mouth is stifling my moans. Since Dunk has been gaping me open the last few weeks, I'm really not feeling any pain after Reed's initial plunge. He is pounding me hard and it feels amazing.

I wonder how long it's going to take him to cum. Since he's on his second round, I figure he might last a while. Just as I'm thinking how good it feels, he bends his knees a bit and starts fucking up into me at a different angle. Has he really never fucked a dude; because with that subtle shift he is hammering my prostate with every drive. He'd relaxed his hand over my mouth; but now with this new angle I start grunting every time he hits bottom. He squeezes his fingers tighter over my mouth and I hear him chuckle.

"Looks like I found your spot, cunt boy! Not bad for my first time out, huh? I can't wait to show Dunk what a quick learner I am."

I lean forward a little more so I can brace myself against the wall. As I do, I sense some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and see the other mechanic, Walt, leaning his back against the outside shop wall; and beating off as he watches. I have no idea how long he's been there. He's studying the scene very carefully. His hand is a blur. I look back at Reed to see if he knows we're being watched. He's grinning at Walt; apparently loving having an audience. It seems to rev him up. He starts really laying into me. He leans down and starts in again with the trash talk.

"You ready for me to own your ass, cunt boy? I fucking love that he's watching this. Maybe I'll let him fuck you next. Have him slide in on my jizz! Fuck, that sounds hot. I'm almost there, Robby; and I'm not pulling out."

I brace myself. He's hitting those vinegar strokes. I hear Walt shuffling over toward us. Reed pounds harder knowing he's being watched up close.

"You ready to blow, Walt? Shoot it on his hole, bro! Fucking shoot on his hole and let me fuck your load into him!"

I don't get to see it happen; but I feel Walt's leg up against mine. He lets out a deep grunt and then I feel his load splatter all over my back and ass. That's all it takes to push Reed over the edge.

"Fuckin' hell! Second load, cunt boy! Your ass is mine!"

He stays deep inside me as he pumps me full of cum. I can feel Walt's cum start to slowly slide down my back. He leans against the wall, next to where I've been supporting myself. He's cock is still hanging out of his coveralls. As it softens, the foreskin slips down and partially covers the head. He's still leaking cum. Reed starts laughing as he dick slips out of my well-fucked hole.

"For Christ's sake, Walt. You see the way he's eyeing your meat? Don't torment him. It's like teasing a dog with piece of steak. Let him clean ya up, bro."

Walt looks down at me, unsure. I make the decision for him and take the end of his cock into my mouth. He shudders as I nurse him clean. When i slip my tongue under his foreskin to really clean him up, he instinctively lays both hands on my head. I can tell he's watching Reed very closely.

"What the fuck is all that white shit anyway, Reed? Is that silicone grease? You fuckwad, that's not meant to go inside somebody."

"Come on, Walt. We use it on o-rings, don't we? Get it? Like his asshole is an o-ring?"

"Good thing you're pretty, Reed; 'cause you're sure as fuck dumb."

I figure Reed's cock would be softening up, too; but then I feel it press against my hole again. He's lost some of his hardness but has no trouble sinking back inside my ass. Then he pulls out again and I feel a sprinkle on my back. I turn slightly to see piss spraying out of Reed's half-hard chub. Then he's at my hole again; sliding in as he continues to drain his bladder. After a thirty seconds, I begin to feel my belly swell.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two? You're pissing up his ass? Rob, you're letting that fuckwad piss inside you? Fuck, Reed. You offered to let me fuck him when you were done. Good thing I already got my nut. No fucking way I could screw him after you pissed in him."

I guess I know Walt's limit now. He was really getting into watching me get my ass fucked. He tucks himself back in his coveralls and heads back into the shop. Reed is still inside me; but his stream has stopped. He gives me a hard slap on the ass; then slowly eases his prick out.

"How long you think you can hold that in, Robby?"

"No fucking way, Reed. I can't hold it. You better move out of the way."

It felt hot as fuck to feel him pee in me; but it felt even better on the way out. I just stayed bent at the knees and pushed until there was nothing left. Somebody's going to have to drag a hose back here and spray off this fucking mess.

I pull up to the shop behind Dunk's house. It's Tuesday night. Reed is in the passenger seat of my truck; and he's looking nervous.

"Maybe we shouldn't have just sprung this on him, Robby. You think he's going to be pissed?"

"We? It was your fucking idea. I wanted to tell him, remember?"

"How does this usually work? He's not gonna be naked when we walk in, is he?"

"No, Reed. He's not going to be naked. You think he's just in there naked and stroking, waiting for me to show up? He's usually at his workbench. Covered in sawdust, most likely."

"Fuck. I know he's going to be pissed."

"You're overthinking this, Reed. It's his own damn fault for saving those videos on his phone. Then handing you his phone? Come on, bud. If he doesn't want us to all get naked; then we won't. It's as simple as that."

"But you want it, right?"

"Stud, you have no idea."

We both walk in together. If I expected Dunk to be pissed, I should have known better. He looked up at the two of us and smiled.

"About fucking time, you two. I figured those videos would do the trick. What do you say, Reed? Are you ready to tag team my boy?"

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