My Sore Bruised Ass
My Sore Bruised Ass - or - I’ll Give You A Blowjob If You Will Give Me One?
By Kevin - unoponcho
There is no question about it. I am a brazen slut. When I see a man I want I go after him. This idiosyncrasy has gotten me in deep trouble many times. I use no tact or common sense.
Just like last night, I was walking down the street and saw this good looking dude standing by the sidewalk leaning up against the fence with one leg propped up. I just walked up fairly close and asked, “Hey Dude! I’ll give you a blowjob if you will give me one?” Since I have had a lot of experiences asking this same question to other dudes, I have learned to expect him to react in different ways. Quite often, as this dude did, they take a swing at me. Anticipating this I am on guard and prepared to duck and run.
I am pretty agile and can move and run fairly fast.
Well, this dude took a swing at me that I was able to dodge, but when I took off running he took off after me. A couple of times he got close enough that he kicked my ass several times before he got tired and quite chasing after me. I have bruises on both asscheeks today and can hardly walk.
You would think that I would learn my lesson and not come on to guys like I do. Knowing me as soon as my ass gets better I will keep on doing it until I get where I can’t run as fast. I’m not saying that I always end up having to run. Occasionally I score with some dude and we either go to my place or his to have sex.
I have been told before that I have some loose screws in my brain. I suspect that they are right. I should have learned something from my encounter with the dude last week, but I didn’t and if I had a chance I probably would do the same thing again. Now I have come on to so many dudes and ended up running that I sometime do not recognize them the next time I see them, but they remember me.
I was in Wal-Mart doing some shopping and I saw this man giving me the evil eye. I did not think about it and when I left the store I headed to my car. I had opened the trunk of my car and put my purchases inside and close the lid. I started towards the driver’s side when I felt someone grab my arm and twist it in back of me. I looked around at the man and he was the same one I had seen inside Wal-Mart.
“Fag! Come with me or I’ll break your fucking arm.”
This was a big masculine dude with a huge box. I must admit that impressive box did look familiar. He shoved me a short distance across the parking lot to his car. He open up the riders side and shoved me inside. As he was walking around to the drivers side I did try to get out of the car but the car must have been equipped with child safety locks or something and I could not get the door unlock.
He got in and started the motor. He looked over at me, and asked, “Do you remember me?”
“No I don’t remember you.”
As he started driving off he said, “Some time ago you proposition me. You said that you would give me a blowjob if I would give you one. I want you to know that I am straight, but I have not forgotten what you said to me. Faggot, I have changed my mind. I want to know how it feels to be sucked off by a man.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to a place that I know about where we can have some privacy. If you behave your self I want harm you. I probably out weigh you by fifty to seventy-five pounds and I know that I am a lot stronger than you. Where we are going it want do you any good to run because there is no place for you to go. Do you get my drift?”
“Yeah Bud. I get your drift.”
We had driven a short distance out of town when he pulled onto a dirt road. We were driving on the dirt road and there was nothing in sight except pastures, brush and trees. We had gone some distance and he pulled off of the road and stopped. He punched a button to unlock my door and told me to get out of the car. After he got out of the car he walked over to the barbwire fence and pulled it apart and told me to crawl through, which I did and then he crawled through. We took off walking and had walked about fifty yards and there was an old dilapidated barn that had not been used for years. I believed that all it would have taken would be a strong wind to blow it down.
As soon as we got inside he yanked my clothes off of me and told me to take off my shoes and socks. As I stood in front of him stark naked I was a little excited but a whole lot more scare. My past sexual experiences had always occurred inside a house or in a car, but never in the country in a deserted old barn. I had no idea what Bud was going to do to me sexually and to think about afterwards was even more terrifying.
He told me to go to the back of the barn. As I turned to go I saw him pick up my clothes and shoes and put them in a pile by the front door. As he followed me to the back he unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. When we got to the back there was a stack of burlap sacks. He picked up a couple and tossed them on the ground in front of him. He took off his pants and underwear leaving on his boots and socks and his unbuttoned shirt. He motion for me to get on my knees on the burlap sacks in front of him. As if I did not know what to do he grabbed me behind my neck and pulled me towards his stiff eight-inch thick cock and rams it into my mouth pulling and pushing my head back and forth. He began to hold my head with both hands and ram his cock down my throat and fuck my mouth being unnecessarily rough and forceful.
I managed to get his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, and said, “Let go of my head. I know what I am doing. You don’t have to force me nor be so fucking rough.”
“I’m sorry. I just thought that Fags like to be treated rough.”
“Not this one. Let me do it my way and we both will enjoy it more.”
He released my head and I began sucking on his cock again. After that the only time he put his hands on my head was in a gentle sort of way and he never tried to forcefully or roughly fuck my face. Especially when he learned that I would deep throat him on my own free will. The way he started making sounds grunting and snorting I began to think that there were some pigs in the barn. Perhaps it was because of receiving his first blowjob or him just being horny, but it did not take him very long to shoot off. By the way that he was acting I knew that it was a gratifying climax for him.
He looked down at me with a big grin on his face, and asked, “Did you know that it is raining cats and dogs outside?” I looked out the front door and the rain was pouring down.
Bud backed away from me and reached down and picked up his underwear and pants and put them on. I saw that he was not going to do anything about my erection and began to beat myself off. He stood close by and intently watched me. When I shot off I was looking at him. I actually believed that he got as much pleasure from my having a climax as I did.
He tossed some more burlap sacks onto the ground beside me. He lay down on his back and looked up at me, and said, “You might as well make yourself comfortable we’re not going anywhere in this rain.” I lie down and listen to the rain and the peace and quiet. I was still apprehensive as to what he was going to do with or to me. I had tampered with his ideas and standards of being straight. He could easily be the type of man that would kill me to cover up the fact that he had strayed from the straight path.
I looked over at him and he was sound asleep. I thought about trying to escape. I did not cherish the idea of walking in the rain back home. I knew that there would be no chance to get the keys to his car out of his tight fitting pants pocket without him waking up. As I lay there thinking about the alternatives I also fell asleep.
When I woke up there is no telling how long I had been asleep. It was still raining and the dude was nowhere in sight. I walked to the front of the barn to put on my clothes and they were not there. It appeared that the dude had left taking my clothes with him and leaving me naked to get back home the best way that I could.
I set down on the ground near the front door and began to think about all of the alternatives that I had. I didn’t have any idea how far it was to walk back home. I certainly wasn’t ready to exhibit my naked body to the whole world while walking home naked. My car and house keys were in my pants pocket, which he had taken with him. I knew that I had a spare house key hidden outside the front door of my house just in case of an emergency. After giving everything considerable thought I decided to wait until it was dark and hopefully it had stopped raining before trying to walk home. Being barefooted with tender feet was not a comforting idea.
I must have been in deep thought because I was unaware when Bud came through the door. I looked up and he was wet from the rain. In one arm he had my clothes and in the other arm he was carrying sacks with hamburgers, fries, and cold drinks.
I looked up at him and asked, “Where have you been?”
“I’m going to be truthful with you Fag. I left you here with the intention of leaving you stranded. As I was driving back home I got to feeling guilty about how I treated and was treating you. I have acted like you were scum. You were very nice to me and gave me a blowjob that I will possibly never forget. I reneged and did not give you one. I am generally a man of my word. I have returned to live up to my word. Let’s eat these burgers and fries before they get any colder and then I am going to do my best to suck on that cock of yours.”
Bud, the dude, was the worst cocksucker that I have ever experienced, but he deserved an A plus for his effort. I rewarded his effort by offering and him excepting the opportunity to fuck my ass, which he proved to be much more proficient.
My encounter with the dude could have turned out to be disastrous. You would think that I would have learned from the experience. I guess that my head is not screw on very tight. Here I am with a bruised sore ass knowing full well that the next good-looking man that I see and want is going to be asked, “I’ll give you a blowjob if you will give me one?”
The End.
