Diary of a Teenage Hunk 17 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
At The Motel
Went for a hamburger and saw this big stud, looked like a construction worker getting out of his truck. He sat one place, I sat another and he caught me looking at him. He left a note on my windshield, written on a napkin. All it had on it was the Redwing Motel and a room number. I knew I shouldn't, but I was curious so I checked it out. He met me at the door just out of the shower. There were three cameras set up in the room and lights. He said they were for filming training sessions. We both knew the reason I was there and we got right to it. After I showered, while he shaved, then we got to it. He did an awesome fingering job on me, said he would have me begging to get fucked. I sort of lied and told him I had never been fucked. He was right. I begged. He fucked me. He was sort of rough, but I liked it. I really like getting fucked. He asked if he could turn the cameras on. I said no, till he said I could take the tapes with me, so I told him to go ahead. It'll be neat to watch myself having sex.
At The Motel
Brandon pulled into the fast food place and got out of his truck. He reached back in for his T-shirt to put on; he couldn't go in shirtless. He noticed the dark blue Dodge Ram pull in a few spaces down. An older guy got out, looked to be about forty, muscular. He wore worn jeans, work boots, T-shirt and he reached in for a baseball cap. His hard hat was sitting on the dash.
Brandon was learning that muscle attracts muscle, and this was no exception.
The guy said, "How're you doing?" as he walked by, with what could only be described as an appreciative look at Brandon.
"Doing okay," Brandon said.
Inside, he stood back to study the menu and let Brandon order first. Several times they could be caught eyeing each other. Brandon got his order and took it to sit in a booth by a window. The man took his order to a table nearby. Once Brandon glanced over at him and the guy nodded and gave him a tight smile. Brandon noticed the way the man's biceps curled up into tight balls of muscle when he brought the sandwich to his lips. Another time when he glanced over the man was writing something on a napkin.
The man finished eating first. He dumped his trash and left. Brandon watched him walking toward his truck. He had a really sexy walk, the way his bubble butt filled out his jeans and flexed when he walked, and the sway of his broad, heavily muscled shoulders.
Just then there was a loud crash in the kitchen that distracted everyone in the place, and when he looked back, the man was in his truck, backing out.
Brandon finished eating and left. As he walked to his truck he peeled his shirt off again. He had his hand on the door when he saw something on his windshield. He stepped around and took the napkin from under the wiper blade. On it was Redwing Motel, Room 248.
"Huh. What wonder this is all about," he said aloud. He put the errands he was to do on hold and headed for the Redwing, a small motel downtown. He didn't wonder too much what the guy wanted. He had a gut feeling.
He was taken with curiosity, but with caution. Shouldn't be doing this, he thought. But he continued to drive toward the motel.
As he drove around he found that room 248 was located on the back side, facing a high fence and a huge warehouse beyond that. He backed into a parking space opposite the motel. He felt better backing in so he could pull out quickly if he had to. He got out and went up the stairs and went down the walkway to number 248. He took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door. As he waited he glanced at the note again to be sure of the number, then he knocked again.
Suddenly the door opened and there stood the man in all his muscular glory, holding a towel around his waist. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower.
"You, uh...left this on my windshield?" Brandon said, holding up the note. He immediately noticed the cameras situated around the room on tripods of various heights, and the lights.
"That was faster than I expected," the man said, stepping back with the door held open for him. "And more than I hoped. I didn't know if you would come."
"Did I interrupt your shower?"
"No, I was just turning off the shower when I heard the knock."
"What about the note?" Brandon asked.
"I think you get it about the note, otherwise you wouldn't be here, would you?"
"Well, I did have a pretty good idea," Brandon said.
"You wanta shower?"
"Yeah, I should."
"Be my guest. You can shower while I shave."
Brandon instinctively felt his face as he followed the man to the bathroom. "I shaved yesterday. I don't shave every day," he said.
"Oh, to be that young again. Name's Brent, by the way," the man said, putting out his free hand.
"Brandon. You work construction?" He was taking off his clothes, very aware of the man's side glances from where he stood at the sink, shaving.
"Yeah."
"What's with the cameras?"
"For recording bull sessions with the workers, they can bitch and talk about safety issues. They're used as training films."
Brandon was relieved. That wasn't what he thought they were for.
"Have you ever done this before?" Brent asked as he moved up to let Brandon get past him to the shower.
"Yeah, a couple of times."
"So, you're not a virgin."
"How do you mean?" Brandon asked as he stepped into the shower and turned it on.
"Have you ever been fucked?" Brent asked in a louder voice, over the shower.
"No," he lied. "I don't know if I could."
"Bet I could convince you."
Brandon still had misgivings, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. The guy was a stud. He wanted to have sex with him. He made his shower quick. He turned off the water and slid the curtain back. Brent handed him a towel.
"Geezuss, kid." He smiled and took the towel back. "I'll do that for you." He dried him off rather haphazardly and hung up the towel. Then he clasped his hands around Brandon's lean waist and leaned down to suck on his nipples,
"Aaaoohhhh!" Brandon moaned with surprise. He put his hand around Brent's head and pressed his face against his chest.
Brent reached down between Brandon's legs. "Oh, yeah, you're hot wired, from your pecs to your cock," he said.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
Brent reached into his shaving bag for something.
Brandon didn't know what till he put his hand between his legs again and he felt his slick fingers probing between his butt.
"What're you doing?" Brandon asked, feigning surprise.
"Come on, kid, you know you wanta get fucked."
"No, I don't think so." He tried to squirm away from the probing fingers but not too hard. "Oh...Ohhh...Ohhh, Fuck!" he moaned as the man found his prostate.
Brent laughed.
Brandon squirmed and danced on the man's fingers as he probed roughly up inside his ass and sucked on his tits at the same time. "P-please, Mister, I don't wanta do this," he whined.
"Yeah, you do. Feel that?" He punched his prostate with his fingertips and rubbed it hard. "It's begging for it."
"AAAwwwwhhhh!" Brandon cried out. "Awwwhh, Goddd!"
Suddenly the man stopped and pulled his fingers out.
Brandon let out a sigh of relief and settled back on his feet, but he still found himself squirming around, trying to take the man's fingers back inside him.
"That don't look like no to me," Brent said, with a chuckle.
"You can use your fingers like that if you want, I just don't wanta be fucked," Brandon said.
Brent smiled and shoved his fingers back up inside him.
"Ohh...Ohh...Awwhh...Yesss, do that!" Brandon groaned.
"Brent maneuvered them over to the sink, in front of the mirrors. He pressed on Brandon's shoulders to bend him over the sink. They could also see themselves in the fill mirror on the back of the door. Then he shoved his fingers back into his ass.
Brandon clasped his hands together and closed his eyes as he tried to hang onto his sanity and his feigned innocence. Knowing that the guy thought he had a virgin ass excited him, and he was almost ready to drop all pretenses and give in willingly. But then Brent pulled his fingers out again.
"Awwh, Godd, stop teasing me," Brandon moaned.
Brent laughed. "Yeah, you were ready for it, weren't you? Let's go in on the bed. I've got a way to make you beg for it."
I almost was, Brandon thought. He followed the man to the bed and laid across it on his stomach as Brent urged him.
"Hey, do you want a video of this?" Brent asked.
"No."
"Three videos, actually, from three different angles. You can take all three of them with you."
"What would I do with them? I couldn't show them to anybody," Brandon said.
"It'd be fun to watch 'em."
What could it hurt? It would be cool to have videos of him having sex with this stud, and he could take them with him; that was safe enough. "All right," Brandon agreed.
Brent turned on the lights and all three cameras then crawled between his legs and began licking his ass. He pulled his butt muscles apart and used his tongue all around his hole. Then he pulled his hole open and drove his tongue up inside him. After a moment he added his fingers again. It was more than Brandon could take. He clawed at the sheets and buried his face in the mattress to stifle his squealing moans. His own cock was throbbing painfully, his balls aching for release.
"All right! You can fuck me!" he blurted into the pillow that he was hugging to his chest.
"What? I didn't hear that," Brent said.
He said it again over his shoulder. "I can't take this anymore, you can fuck me."
With a chuckle, Brent buried his face in Brandon's butt again. Brandon moaned with pleasure that only got better. It seemed the man had saved his best talents for the cameras. His tongue drove deeper into his ass, and he used three fingers, then four and he was being so rough and forceful that Brandon was afraid he might try to use his entire hand. It scared him because he was afraid he might let him; or wouldn't be able to stop him. It quickly became too much for Brandon to endure. He needed to be fucked.
"Fuck me!" he blurted. "You said you wanted to fuck me."
"I also said I would make you beg for it. I haven't heard you beg yet."
"Fuck me, dammit! Ohh...Ohh, Godd...Please, Mister, fuck me. I can't take much more of your fingers. I need your cock. I'm begging you, please fuck me. Stop torturing me."
Brent rose up and shoved his cock between the slick butt muscles. Brandon felt the heat of his cockhead pressing against his quivering hole. He tried to rise up and press back against it but the man brought is full weight down on him and shoved, hard.
"OOhhh!" he cried out as he was suddenly impaled. He rose up on his elbows and hung his head in defeat. "Ohh, Godd, you're so big!"
The man laughed softly and bore down hard with his hips and twisted them around, causing Brandon to cry out in the pillow and rip at the sheets. Then the man pulled back, slowly, as if he were withdrawing. But then he slammed into him again.
"Awwhhh!! Godd! Easy!"
"You don't want it easy," Brent said as he slammed again.
"Awwh!"
Again.
"Aaoohhh! Not so hard!"
And again.
"Fuck! What're you trying to do, rape me?"
"That the little boy virgin talking?" Brent said as he rammed again.
"Ohh, Geezusss!"
"Couldn't rape you if I tried, you big muscle fuck," Brent said. "Big muscle stud like you, your body wants it hard, like a man, not like a little boy." He kept pounding him.
He's going to rape me, Brandon thought and he braced himself as he tried to psych himself up for the onslaught. He could try, he could be as rough as he wanted, but Brandon wasn't going to let it turn into rape because he was going to enjoy it in his head as much as his body was. He liked being fucked; he would make himself like the treatment this man was giving him.
Soon his ass became numb to the brutal treatment and he could feel only the harshly exquisite pleasure of the man's big, hot cock driving over his prostate. Then suddenly, he pulled out.
"Oohhh," Brandon moaned with surprise.
"Turn over."
Branded turned onto his back and brought his legs up voluntarily.
The man laughed. "You really want this, don't you?"
"Yess."
"You like being raped, huh?"
"If that's what it is," Brandon replied.
Brent shoved his legs against his chest and Brandon pulled his knees in tight so he was bent in half, his butt upturned and vulnerable. He had forgotten about the cameras but now he didn't care as the lights shone in his face. He would enjoy watching this later.
"Fuck, kid, you are wide open," Brent said, gazing down at Brandon's asshole.
"Fill me up."
Brent aimed and shoved and began fucking him again. He shifted gears over and over again. He fucked him brutally, till Brandon cried out, begging him to stop, and when he did, he begged him to fuck him again. He fucked him slowly, gently, even lovingly. He leaned down to kiss him, and Brandon kissed him back, passionately. At one point he pulled out and moved up astraddle Brandon's chest so he could suck him. He did, eagerly, while Brent fingered and stretched his ass with all four fingers. Again, he was afraid he might try to use his entire hand.
"Boy, I never had anybody so wide open for it," Brent said as he pushed his four fingers deep into the gaping hole.
Then Brandon felt his asshole expand even more, around his four fingers and his thumb.
"Not your hand," he murmured around his big cock in his mouth. "Don't use your hand."
"I think you could take it," Brent said as he twisted his fingers back and forth, deep in the stretched hole.
Brent pushed again, harder, and Brandon groaned louder as he felt his asshole giving way. He tried to contract the muscles but they were helplessly stretched and numb. Oh, God! He's gonna do it! He's gonna shove his hand in me!...fist fuck me!...I can't do it...can't take a fist in my ass. He had seen porn videos of guys being fist fucked, taking an entire arm in their ass, even way up past the elbow. He couldn't imagine doing that. No...no, not.... "Ah!...Ahh!... AAAAHHHHHHH!" he screamed into the pillow as he felt his asshole clamp around the man's wrist. He saw black, then bright stars dancing against the black. He thought he was going to pass out.
He came back as Brent began clinching and un-clinching his big fist inside his ass. Then he pulled back and did it with Brandon's sphincter muscle squeezing his fist. Then he shoved it back in, several inches past his wrist.
"OH, GODD! No! No more!" Brandon cried. "I can't do this! I can't take this anymore!"
Chuckling softly, Brent slowly withdrew his hand, still in a fist, so it stretched his asshole unmercifully. "Goddamn, I could drive my truck through your asshole."
"It felt like you did."
"You might not want my cock now; might not be able to feel it," Brent said as he he moved back down and began fucking him again.
"Oh, yeah, I can feel your cock," Brandon moaned.
He fucked him for probably an hour. At the end, at the crucial moment, he pulled out and moved up astraddle Brandon's chest again to feed him his cock while he continued to fuck him with his fingers.
In his frenzy, Brandon opened his mouth, whimpering and begging for the man's load, as he fingered his ass again. When he shot his load Brandon got a lot of it in his mouth but he got his face whitewashed in the process. In his frenzy, he was vaguely aware of the intense pressure at his asshole and he wondered if Brent had shoved his hand inside him again. But just as quickly, Brent moved back down and began fucking him again. He hadn't lost his hardon.
"Let's get you off now," Brent said. He took hold of Brandon's cock in one hand and his balls in the other as he fucked him.
It didn't take long. Spurred by the aphrodisiac of the taste of the man's cum, and fisting his cock, he soon shot his load. The pressure had built up so that the intensity was jolting. Brandon's body jolted and convulsed, causing the bed to shake.
"Holy Fuck!" Brent swore as the stuff shot out and splattered against the headboard and all over the wall. "Damn, kid," he said as Brandon kept cumming.
Brandon didn't know if the man shot another load up inside him. It didn't matter. He was finished. Brent pulled out and lay beside him.
"I need to shower," Brandon said when he'd caught his breath.
"We both do," Brent said. "Is it okay if I move the cameras to the bathroom?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He didn't have the strength or the will to resist.
"Okay, give me a minute before you get in the shower."
When he had two of the cameras set up in the doorway at different angles Brandon moved in and got in the shower. A moment later Brent joined him. He took the soap and became suddenly very loving and tender the way he washed Brandon's body. His mouth followed where the soap rinsed off. He nuzzled Brandon's neck and kissed his way down to his chest and began sucking his tits. As he soaped up and rinsed his stomach, he went to his knees, kissing his way down the hard muscles. Lower, he began sucking his cock. Brandon reached back to feel his asshole. It was pretty well closed up, but loose.
"Can you give me another load, in my mouth this time?" he asked, looking up at him with longing.
"It won't be like the first one," Brandon said.
"Anything you can give me."
"Hey, is there sound on these videos?"
"Yes, it's picking up everything we say."
Brandon gave him his second load. The man savored it for a moment for the cameras then stood up. He put his hands around Brandon's head and pulled him in to kiss him. In the process, he gave Brandon's load back to him. Brandon savored it for a moment then gave it back to him. Brent swallowed it.
"You want a beer?" Brent asked.
"No, I have to go," Brandon said.
"It's been a hell of ride. The best."
"Yeah, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Did you really use your whole hand on me, or did I black out and imagine it?"
"Yeah, my fist, way past my wrist. Told you, you could take it."
Brandon left with the three tapes, a pair of empty balls, and his asshole still gaping open. He wondered how long it would take to close up.