The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... respectable distance from his fellow masturbator.

Ace felt compelled to make a weak attempt at conversation. "You from Texas?"

"Yup. Sure am, boy. Born 'n bred, 'n ah got the guns 'n ammo to prove it. Mah trailer's in a park not more than fifteen miles from these here parts."

Ace closed his eyes again, lost in his own world of heavy metal and handsex.

"Mahnd if ah ask you a question?" asked the trailer park Texan.

"Sure."

"You that prettyboy who was in that first band? The fella with the plug up his ass?"

Ace laughed. "Yeah, that was me." He smiled as he closed his eyes again.

Ace felt a hand on his balls, and then a mouth on the tip of his dick. As he opened his eyes in surprise, the trailer park dude sucked his shaft into his mouth like a vacuum. "Dude, ease up," Ace pleaded.

The trailer park dude took Ace's dick out of his mouth for just long enough to address Ace's concerns. "Ah know what ah'm doin', n' you fuckin' city-slicker prettyboy is just about to fahnd out how good we suck dick in Texas."

Ace felt a rough, wet tongue stroking the length of his shaft. The Texan's hand was soaked in his own spit, and Ace's dick was saturated. This was one of the sloppiest blowjobs Ace had ever received. "Dude, I..."

"Shut the fuck up," drawled the Texan, forcing his wet, callused index finger deep into Ace's boipussy. He found Ace's prostate gland immediately.

Ace's dick began to twitch, and the trailer park dude sucked even harder.

Ace threw ...

... his head back and unloaded deep into the stranger's throat with a satisfied grunt. He looked down at the hungry dude kneeling between his thighs. Not a drop of his cum went to waste.

The Texan swallowed. "You like that, prettyboy?" He grinned as he pulled his finger out of Ace's boipussy. "Yeah, fucker, I know you did."

Ace blinked. "You weren't kidding when you said you know what you were doing."

The trailer park dude grabbed a few tissues and wiped the saliva off his hand. "Tell your friends. Name's not important, you c'n just call me Tex. Ah'll be here all day, eatin' as much hot fuck'n metalhead sperm as ah c'n git."

Ace wasn't sure how to bring the news back. "I think this is meant to be a bate room, Tex. Like, it's meant for dudes to whip their dicks out and jack off, and..."

"You tellin' me folks in these here parts liable to complain about a hungry wet mouth?"

"You make an excellent point, Tex." With all the post-nut aplomb Ace could muster, he wiped his cock dry and got dressed. He left the bate room and headed backstage again.

The Texan cocksucker sat on a bench, waiting patiently for someone else to show up. He seemed in no hurry. His head rocked back and forth in time with the riffs.

*

"Carlos," said Ace. "There's a dude in the bate room..."

Carlos grinned. "Good, because it'd be dead otherwise..."

"Shut up!" Ace shouted. "Some grizzly old Texan cocksucker. He said he's gonna be there all day. I think he was waiting for someone to ...