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Jack II

By Les Lea

After my first encounter with Jack, when he fucked me stupid in the back of his freezing Land Rover then left me to return to his wife and kids, I thought I wouldn't hear from him again. I was wrong.


About three weeks later he sent me a note, it read, "Need a fuck. Call me", and gave me a number to call. I realised there was no question mark in that brief note so I assumed, rightly as it turned out, it was an order. I called the number and it turned out to be his place of work. The woman who answered put me on hold while they went to find him. I could just imagine him in his grey, grease-stained overalls, leaning over the oily engine of one of the trucks he had to maintain, hands filthy with work… after a few moments he came on the line: "Hi, Jack." I said who I was and he just cut me off with, "Call me again after 6 and I'll have the information you need." So, I had to wait another eight hours to find out what was expected of me. For the rest of the day my mind was working on various scenarios. Despite the fact that our first meeting had been all one way, that is; he just wanted to empty his dick somewhere, I'd been incredibly cold
 and my arse had been sore for days afterwards. The memory of that encounter had constantly filled both my daytime and night-time thoughts and I couldn't remember wanking so much just thinking about his forceful, almost animal attitude to sex.

I called dead on six and he answered. "OK I want you down here by 7.30 wearing those shiny black shorts I've seen a photo of you in and a white vest. Oh yeah and white socks and trainers, nothing else. You got that?"
I answered in the affirmative but before I had time for any small talk he said "See you soon then" and put the phone down.
I suddenly felt an ache in my groin and looked down to see that my cock had tried to spring to attention but had got caught up in the confines of my y-fronts. I released it and my pride and joy immediately sprang to attention. 
I thought better than to have a wank there and then, I wanted Jack to have it all. In the back of my mind I could visualise him kneeling in front of me, sucking hungrily on my cock, whilst I'm happily fucking his face and cumming in torrents down his manly throat. Hell, I couldn't get my dick to go down and had a bugger of a job trying to get my shorts on.
Looking in the mirror I had to agree with Jack, the outfit that he wanted me in looked pretty effective (it had been one of the photos that had interested our mutual friend Bill in the first place) and the shiny material outlined my cock wonderfully. I was expecting an exciting evening and couldn't wait to get my hands on that horny grease monkey.

At 7.30 I drove into the deserted garage area and waited for a moment. I think I was waiting to be greeted by a happy, smiling Jack waving me into a suitable parking space but of course I was living in cloud cuckoo land and it simply wasn't going to happen. I parked up and walked to the office door. He was sat relaxed in a chair, with his big booted feet resting on an enormous wooden desk in front of him. I smiled a "Hello" but he just looked at me and growled "What the fuck are you wearing?"
I had put on a tracksuit to travel in with every intention of taking it off when I arrived, I thought it looked terrific but he obviously wasn't pleased with what now confronted him. "Take it off" he barked and within seconds I had stripped out of my favourite black Nike tracksuit and left it gathering dust on the mucky floor and stood there as ordered, almost at attention. 
"Now get yourself over here."
As I walked around to his side of the desk I noticed he was wearing what I thought was the same oily overalls he had on when we first met. His sleeves where rolled up, showing off a multitude of tattoos and the front was unzipped revealing bigger and more intricate inky designs across his hairy chest. His hand groped at his groin as I arrived by his side and I could already make out a considerable stiff bulging outline against the grey material.
My own cock had reacted to the scene and was pushing and throbbing wildly behind the tight, silky confines of my shiny shorts as I presented myself to him. His head was just at the right height for him to give the material, and therefore my aching cock, a damn good sucking and I felt a bit cheated as he pulled himself up from the chair and stood behind me. His hands stroked my arse for a few seconds before they wandered around the front to squeeze my compacted cock and balls. I felt his breath on my neck as one hand searched up my vest and made instantaneous contact with my nipple, which he pulled and nipped with obvious delight. In my memory of our last encounter I had forgotten just how rough Jack could be but I didn't dare try to complain this time and in agony I put up with it. I also hadn't realised but I was now pushed up against the desk and my straining cock was being crushed on the corner. I pushed back a little but Jack seemed to have other
 ideas.

With his booted feet he kicked my legs apart and I fell forward over the desk. As my face hit the wooden surface his left hand grabbed my left arm and forced it up my back and he transferred his weight to pin me down. His other hand reached in front of me and I could just see him pick up a sharp envelope opener. My heart sank and an instants panic set in as I thought he was going to kill me. He poked the sharp implement into the seam of my shorts and ripped a hole. I heard him gob a mouthful of saliva onto my arse and relished the feel of it dribbling over my mounds and finding its way into my hairless arse crack. I was hoping he was having similar thoughts but I soon experienced his enormous bell-end forcing its way up my only slightly lubricated fuck hole.
As last time there was no easing and teasing. In a matter of seconds he had forced his way up, fucking like a lunatic with his big, heavy balls banging against my butt like a bag of marbles. To begin with my arse tightened under the onslaught but I realised that if I didn't relax my muscles it would only hurt me more. So I relaxed and began to think about what he was actually doing to me.
His pounding cock did feel enormous and my sphincter muscle was being stretched to incredible widths but that fucking ace piece of greasy manmeat was hitting a spot that was making me cry out loud. Not in pain but in absolute euphoria. I started to plead with him to fuck me harder, faster, longer, deeper. He'd released my arms and I was holding on to the other side of the desk for dear life as he continued to pound away deep in my guts.
He joined in the noise and instead of just grunting as he fucked, he whooped, swore and screamed out how much he was enjoying it, how deep he was up me and how he was going to fuck me 'til sunrise! To add emphasis to this he gripped the waistband of my shorts with both hands and dragged me harder onto his hammering fuckpole and at the same instant he seemed to find hidden depths, I came in a great scream of release and filled the front of my shorts.
With his dick still firmly shoved high into my belly he pulled me with him as he fell back into his chair he'd been in when I arrived; a big ancient wood and leather monstrosity on wheels. Now sat on his lap he bounced me up and down on his cock whilst he shucked off those overalls that had been hanging around his ankles. This was yet another fantastic sensation. As one hand squeezed my left tit and the other rubbed my cock through my cummy wet shorts… I was still relatively stiff and knew it wouldn't be long before there would be yet more of my milky juice matting my pubic bush.
Unexpectedly he just pushed me off his lap his dick left my body with a wet sounding fart, my aching arsehole felt strangely empty. I turned to face him and I couldn't believe my eyes when I suddenly realised that this was the first time I'd actually had got a good look at him. It had been way too dark to appreciate what he had in the back of a cold Land Rover on that first occasion. Sat in the chair, naked except for his big, dirty work boots he looked magnificent. Jack's body was solid and hairy and covered in a host of intricate tattoos. The only two areas that seemed devoid of any were his face and rampant cock. It was still as big and as blood engorged as ever and I just couldn't believe I was able to accommodate all of it. His body was covered in sweat, which had made his greasy and oily workman's body all streaky and stained and my cock responded immediately to the sight as I came, once again, into the front of my tight little black
 shorts.
"OK now you've had time to get a proper look at what's been fucking your tight little hole for the past half hour, it's time for it to go back home."
I thought he was calling the proceeding to an end and I was just about to plead with him for another fuck when he told me to lay out on the desk. I lay on my back across its full length and he climbed between my legs. Pulling off my sodden shorts he said, "From now on, every time my fucking boss calls me into his fucking office, all I'm going to see is your fucking arse with my fucking cock stuffed right up it." With that he lifted my legs over his shoulders as his face buried itself in my crotch and he sucked on my cum covered dick.
Jack's mouth felt fantastic. The gentle tongue and warm breath the complete opposite to his animal urges and I was getting quite turned on by this other side to my hard man. He moved my legs completely over my head and nibbled around my hairless crack whilst poking his wet tongue up in to my innards. His hands had pinned my ankles behind my head and as he moved his weight forward I could feel the tip of his hard cock tracing its way from the small of my back as it edged nearer my expectant hole.
Out of the blue Jack moved forward to kiss me and as his lips met mine his cock entered my well-fucked channel. This time he didn't ram it all the way up in one swift movement, instead, as he kissed me he slowly filled me with more and more of his wonderful, huge piece of prime manmeat. Searching tongue and monstrous dick engulfed me and I loved it. My hand reached around his firm well-muscled buttocks and pulled him into me as much as I could. As I stroked that gorgeous arse he slow dicked me, driving me up the wall or pulled it all the way out and teased me as his fantastic bulbous helmet gently jabbed at my 'boy' cunt.

For the next hour or so he ploughed me in any number of different ways all over that desktop. There wasn't a square inch of it that Jack hadn't used to find some new variation on a theme as his persistent probing prick reduced me to a screaming, squealing cock slut. By the time I got down off that desk every bone in my body ached and I found it difficult to walk. The white vest I'd been wearing throughout all this action was ripped, stained and covered in all manner of bodily juices and my shorts were in fact no more… merely a tatty waistband clinging to my hips. As he zipped himself back into his oily overalls I pulled on my shiny nylon tracksuit bottoms, this time with a bit more appreciation from Jack. He wandered up behind me and told me how great they looked caressing my arse… and telling me to wear them next time we met. He hugged me to him but unfortunately for me, that final act of affection was a source of embarrassment.

As he squeezed me around the waist the pressure was too much for my well used and abused arse muscles and all that he had pumped up inside me squished out and filled my pants. At the same time he pointed to a little red light up in the ceiling in the corner of the room and 'jokingly' said that he hoped the guys watching the closed circuit security TV enjoyed what they'd just seen. I hoped he was joking but I was too embarrassed to say anything as I slowly made my way to the car and drove all the way home sat in a puddle of Jack's jism.




      

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