Used Hard

Pat was not the romantic type, but he was always ready for a lewd fuck. After all, he was a fit young man with a tempting face and a plump butt. Although usually quiet, he was proud of having an open mind and a tight hole.

On Monday, he was shopping at the local grocery store, when a big man walked in front of him. The man was bald and bearded, with a tall stature and thick arms, the kind of guy that looks casually fuckable, wearing a white tank top, brown shorts and flip flops, exposing masculine hands and big feet.

When Pat walked near this easy-going hunk, the man smirked and nodded slightly, and asked for the price of the rice nearby. Pat checked the price tag and answered eagerly. The man thanked him and strolled past him.

As Pat walked through the grocery store, he checked the man several times, looking at him from the distance and behind the shelves. The man had a permanent smirk on his face, and a slow manly walk, puffing out his juicy chest and beer gut.

Pat's heart started beating faster. Suddenly he had an idea. He grabbed his phone and opened the DirtyFuck app. His screen turned bright yellow with a lewd banana logo in the middle.

He was suddenly checking all the men available nearby - small thumbnails with photos of torsos and naked butts. The nearest option was the store manager, a burly older man he had sucked off the previous week. But the next option made his hole twitch.

Bingo. It was a photo of a juicy torso with a hairy chest and a nice beer gut. He immediately knew that was the hot fucker standing nearby. He touched the profile and read the information.

Brock, 35 years old, available now

6 foot 1, size 13, 250 lbs, 8 inches

Looking for: sloppy blowjob, rough fuck

Into: young men, tight holes

Pat stared at the description for a minute, wondering if he should offer himself. Brock was not polished like him - the man was all heavy and relaxed, yet he carried an intrinsic confidence, some kind of swagger. Pat looked at his own profile for a while, which showcased his naked round butt and fit waist.

Pat, 20 years old, available now

5 foot 9, size 10, 160 lbs, 6 inches

Looking for: sloppy blowjob, dirty rimjob, rough fuck

Into: older men, big cocks

He took a deep breath and selected the message icon. The afternoon was hot, and the sudden sexual tension was making him sweat, so he kept it short.

"Hello, sir. I'm available to suck your cock and more, when you need it."

He heard a notification sound echo in the distance, and observed the man reach for his pocket and look at his phone. Brock suddenly grinned and stared right back at him, and started typing.

"Hey, buddy. I'll definitely need a blowjob, and some ass too."

Pat blushed as his dick started twitching in his pants. He could not believe his luck.

"Meet me in the restroom?"

The man took a minute to reply.

"Sure thing."

Pat placed his groceries in the corner and slowly walked toward the back of the store. The man was following him discretely in the distance.

There was a small men's restroom in the back, behind a staircase to the manager's room. When Pat opened the door, the manager himself left the restroom and smirked at him.

It was the older man he had sucked off the previous week. The manager gave him a suggestive look, and then saw Brock behind him, and immediately noticed what was going on. He nodded at them and walked upstairs.

The restroom was small and dry, with a urinal on the wall, a sink on the other side and a toilet in the corner. The afternoon heat turned it into an oven, and the air was thick with manly smells of all kinds. Brock walked into the private space and locked the door.

Pat looked up at the big man standing in front of him. Now he could see Brock had a regular-looking, manly face, dark blue eyes and some gray hairs on his dark beard.

"DirtyFuck, huh? Into rough sex?" Brock asked.

"Yes, sir. Whatever you need," Pat replied.

"Sweet. Get on your knees," Brock ordered.

Pat sank to his knees on the dry rug. Brock dropped his shorts and underwear without ceremony, and his thick meat jumped out like a spring. He had a long, veiny cock, slightly curved, with a big purple head covered by a rubbery foreskin, and a pair of low-hanging nuts between his hairy thighs.

Pat felt the manly musk coming from the hairy crotch and the big nuts. His mouth salivated, and the cock throbbed one inch away from his eyes.

"Start sucking. I want a sloppy blowjob." Brock grinned and slapped Pat's face with his rock-hard dong.

Pat did not waste time. He opened his mouth wide and took the long tool into the back of his throat, swallowing as much as possible. Brock's cock tasted salty, sweaty and quite masculine.

Pat was able to swallow six inches initially. The large member was pretty thick and hard to accommodate, and in two minutes his jaw was hurting.

"Yeah, swallow my cock, come on, all the way," Brock encouraged.

"Guk... gluk..." Pat let out a stupid sound.

As his mouth became wetter and he started to drool, he took a deep breath and was able to swallow another inch. The pubes on Brock's crotch were tickling his nose. The man grabbed the back of his head and started thrusting into him.

"Come on, one more inch, let me help you." He held Pat's head with both hands and shoved his cock all the way into Pat's throat.

Pat gagged and rolled his eyes in panic, but kept sucking without breathing to please Brock. The big man started thrusting aggressively against Pat's face, shoving Pat's nose into his hairy crotch, and making his nuts slap Pat's chin rhythmically. His beer gut rested on Pat's forehead.

"Yeah, how's the taste?" Brock asked lewdly. He pulled his cock out for two seconds so Pat could breathe.

"Tastes like a real man," Pat replied submissively.

"Yeah, you little slut, suck the real man." Brock shoved his cock into Pat's throat again. It was clear he was really into being sucked off.

Pat relaxed his throat and allowed Brock to pound his mouth as fast as possible. It was hard to breathe, and his jaw hurt, but he knew Brock's pleasure was more relevant. His drool was all over the large penis, and dripping down the dangling ballsack.

"Fuck yeah, that feels good, fuck yeah..." Brock chanted repeatedly in a low, deep tone. "Sloppy mouthpussy, yeah..."

Pat's dick twitched in his pants, knowing he was pleasuring a man's dong. They were now connected on a primal level.

Brock pulled his short hair and facefucked him for a good while, making him gag and choke like a cheap whore, ravaging his sloppy throat and slapping his chin nonstop.

Pat moved his hands to Brock's nuts and massaged them, sliding his fingers gently over the ballsack and the hairy taint. Brock grunted louder, so he kept massaging that area.

The room was burning hot and Brock was starting to sweat. His manly odors took over, a mixture of musky cock and balls, manly ass, hairy armpits and big sweaty feet. Pat rolled his eyes in ecstasy, taken by the aggressive energy surrounding him.

"You suck cock like a pro," Brock said.

"Glurk!" Pat replied and reached for Brock's ballsack with his tongue.

"Fuck yeah, worship my nuts, bitch boy. And watch your teeth."

Pat opened his mouth wider and relaxed his throat even more and allowed Brock to bang him with hardcore thrusts. He moved his tongue in circles around the shaft the entire time. Brock released sounds of approval.

"That's it, no teeth, all sloppy and relaxed for me," he encouraged, and kept banging. "That's it, just a sweet mouthpussy for my dirty prick, you cocksucker."

"Hmmm... sir... gluk..." Pat moaned.

Brock kept pounding his mouth balls deep and nonstop for a good fifteen minutes. Pat kept massaging the man's balls and his taint the entire time. He was desperate to please.

That was one of his favorite states. On his knees, mouth open and wet, hot and eager, sucking a thick rod, pleasing a real man. Helping a man relax, providing some release, serving society. Mouth open and serving.

Brock closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the oral pleasure he was being offered so eagerly. He looked great with his legs spread, balls bouncing and veins popping. Pat looked up and enjoyed Brock's lewd face.

That was what a strong hard-working man deserved. Legs spread, pants down, and a hot mouth wrapped around his large tool, and a smooth hand massaging his nuts for a boost. The manly stud experience.

Brock pulled out his cock all of a sudden, and it was all covered in transparent saliva. He turned around and presented his hairy ass.

"Suck my asshole. I know you want it," he said.

Pat's heart jumped harder. It was his lucky day. He shoved his smooth face into Brock's hairy asscrack and inhaled deeply. Brock let out a lewd chuckle.

"Fuck yeah, you dirty whore."

Brock's ass smelled slightly musky and sweaty, but overall great. Nothing smelled better than a stud's asscrack. The temperature between Brock's buttcheeks was burning hot, and the tight red manhole twitched right in front of Pat's face.

"Smell my asshole," Brock ordered.

Pat pressed his nostrils against Brock's danger zone and sniffed hard. The man grunted.

"Fuuuck yeah, that's it, inhale. How's that smell?"

"Great, sir," Pat replied. "Your asshole smells great."

"Ha ha, I bet it does, dumb slut." Brock chuckled. "Come on, suck it, make out with it."

Pat did not waste time again. He licked and sucked Brock's manhole like there was no tomorrow. He pushed his tongue against it, but it was tough and tight like rubber. The salty taste lingered on his wet tongue, and the man started twitching for him.

"That's it, french-kiss my asshole, whore... ahh, that feels nice," Brock encouraged.

Pat kept sucking the impenetrable sphincter for a while, and even drove his lips all over Brock's buttocks, kissing and worshiping them, showing respect to Brock's hairy cushions and making him feel more comfortable.

"Please fuck me, sir... please fuck me," Pat begged all of a sudden.

Brock turned around again and slapped his face with the massive man sausage.

"You want me to fuck you, silly boy?"

"Yes, sir, please, I want it," Pat nodded submissively.

Brock grinned, his body covered in a glistening layer of sweat.

"Beg me."

Pat lowered his face to the ground and kissed Brock's feet.

"Please, fuck me, please, please, I beg you..." he chanted meekly.

His lips kissed the top of Brock's feet repeatedly, and then moved to the toes and started licking them.

"Please, please, use my tight hole, sir..." he continued to beg.

"Damn right, kiss my feet and beg for it," Brock encouraged. He was clearly enjoying the desperation.

Pat cleaned the sweaty toes with his tongue, and even kissed the flip flops.

"Please, sir, I beg you to fuck me... use my tight hole for your pleasure..."

"Alright, turn around and bend over," Brock commanded. "Hands on the sink, come on. I'll fuck you silly."

Pat obeyed and Brock pulled down his shorts, exposing his round butt and tight cherry. He twitched and moaned for Brock. The man hocked a loogie and spat in his hole, and then shoved a middle finger into him without ceremony.

"Ahhh... fuck..." Pat moaned.

"Hmm, that's a tight hole," Brock said.

"It's all yours, sir."

"Good slut."

Brock shoved his cockhead into Pat's tight pucker. It hurt like hell, and the man had to put one hand over his mouth so he would not scream.

"Relax for me, come on, you begged for it," Brock said in his ear.

Pat tried to breathe and relaxed his burning sphincter slowly. He knew that rule already. You must always relax your sphincter for a hung man. Brock shoved another inch inside him.

"That's it, now relax more, come on. You feel that pain, boy?" Brock provoked.

"Yes, sir, it hurts..." Pat confessed.

"You begged for it. Now take it, come on, all the way," Brock said. "I'll make you walk funny, pussyboy."

"Fuck, it's so big..."

"I know, buddy, that's why you need to relax for me," Brock sang in his ear. "Come on, relax your anus for my cock... come on, chump.... come on, sissy fag..."

"Oh, fuck..." Pat moaned and whined.

Inch by inch, Brock invaded his tight rectum until the oversized penis was planted balls deep inside him. He was seeing stars with the fat sausage splitting his butt in half, and the sweaty chicken eggs pressed against his smaller testicles.

"Hell yeah, now you're gonna get it," Brock said.

Brock leaned against him, the beer gut resting on his back, the big hands around his waist, and started thrusting mercilessly.

Brock fucked hard and fast, his thighs clapping against Pat's buttcheeks, his nuts slapping Pat's smooth testicles. Pat knew the manager upstairs would hear them.

But Brock did not care. He kept banging and pounding louder and louder, creating the most sleazy, sweaty buttfucking sounds, shutting Pat's mouth with one hand when necessary.

The burning sensation was slowly replaced by a funny pleasure. Brock was touching every part of him, making him feel used.

"I'll teach your hole a lesson," said Brock in his ear.

"Fuck... yeah... so big..." Pat moaned and panted, feeling the big sweaty body against him. He had never taken a cock that thick before.

Brock grabbed his waist firmly and bashed his pucker even faster, now provoking all kinds of dirty sounds.

"I'll turn that hole into a pussy," Brock whispered.

"Fuck yes, sir, I want it," Pat let out.

"You want a pussy?" Brock smacked his ass.

"Yes, I want a pussy! Give me a pussy!"

"Alright, I'll give you a sloppy pussy." Brock grinned and started pounding extremely fast, brutal style.

Pat could feel his poor hole giving up, relaxing and spreading wider to accommodate the girth. This man he had just met was destroying his most intimate spot, and he was loving it, letting the fucker annihilate him, stretch him to the breaking point... fuck him harder and harder until his anus was a sloppy snatch. What a nice Monday afternoon.

"Fuck, fuck... thank you, thank you," he mumbled as Brock ravaged him violently.

"Hell yeah, hell yeah..." the man chanted in his ear.

Pat lost track of time, but it felt like Brock was longdicking him for a good thirty minutes. Not just fucking, but owning his hole, saying perverse things in his ear the entire time, using and abusing him with full consent, until he couldn't take the pressure anymore.

"Fuck... you're wrecking my hole..." he whispered.

"Yep, fucked and wrecked," Brock said.

His dick was twitching the entire time, and the man noticed and chuckled on top of him, increasing the pace even more, knowing full well Pat was giving him the free pass, the permission to abuse his butt for free, as much as he liked. That was a sweet summer moment.

He could not stop twitching, as he sensed the man's sausage sliding in and out, endlessly stretching him to the point of no return, touching his anal walls deeply, massaging his gay spot, and making him feel some kind of fuzzy pleasure. The pleasure of being owned like a street bitch, used by a strange wolf who had just sniffed him outside.

In a moment of clarity, he realized he was giving up his ability to twitch his pucker, all for this big dirty stranger, who exuded sweat and masculinity and showed no mercy for him. It happened so fast. All it took was a big man, and he was saying goodbye to his tight hole.

The overwhelming feeling of anal abuse took over, and he could not take it anymore. His dick moved uncontrollably in the air, untouched, throbbing desperately until it erupted in a submissive orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, give up, buttboy," Brock said in his ear.

"Ohhh... ooo..." he moaned and spasmed, twitching around the man's cock.

"That's it, cum for Daddy, ha ha," Brock said.

"Thank you, Daddy..."

Brock kept screwing him for another ten minutes. He felt worried that people would hear them, that neighbors would notice and say dirty things about him.

Who could be outside, hearing those nasty sounds? The greasy bus driver passing by? The construction worker buying milk for his son? An old classmate he had sucked off in a dark alley? One thing was clear: the cocky manager upstairs was definitely hearing every clap.

He felt slutty and embarrassed, horny and abused all at once. And the pounding continued, faster and wetter and cheesier. His butt was pretty sore at that point, and he began moaning like a proper bitch and begged for the finale.

"Please breed my pussy," he whispered.

"Yeah? You want my seed, pussycat?" Brock asked.

"Yes, please, I want your seed in my pussy..." Pat replied breathlessly.

"Ready to get pregnant?"

"Yes, yes, make me pregnant, sir... ahhh..."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, boy," Brock announced.

Pat gasped. The man let out a deep, guttural noise and erupted some thick semen into his new pussy, panting and grunting with every last thrust.

"Fuuuck... that feels good..." Brock grunted and enjoyed his long orgasm.

The weighty cock came out of his sloppy hole with a wet pop. Brock pulled up his own shorts, cleaned some of the sweat on his forehead, and left the restroom without saying a word.

Pat stayed there for a while, cleaning up and recovering from the anal pain, going through the mixture of bliss and shame of being fucked like a cheap toy. This stranger had ignited something inside him.

He left the little room walking funny, and some men in the store had smirks on their faces. Just to make things worse, the store manager whistled and winked at him. Pat lowered his head in shame and grabbed his stuff quickly.

Going home, he felt as if men were noticing his funny walk, as if they knew he had been stretched. Some were laughing silently, others showed a mixture of contempt and disbelief. Or maybe he was imagining things...

He ran home, and realized his loose hole was making sloppy sounds. The faster he walked, the louder his hole flopped. It was impossible to avoid. Feeling his wrecked snatch slowly leaking warm spunk, and his dick twitching back to life, he looked down and kept walking like a pussy.