‘Hey, kid, watcha lookin’ at?’ Johnny Club laughed, idly stroking the salami dangling down between his legs, looking over at the pretty boy he’d picked up at the downtown martini bar.
‘I … I …’ the young man gulped, staring at Johnny’s enormous cock, the gliding movement of the man’s big, hairy hand on the thick, veined shaft.
‘What’d you say your name was, kid?’
‘M … Myron. Myron Dalgliesh.’
Johnny laughed again, rising from the edge of the bed and walking over to the blond in the shiny blue suit and purple shirt, his dong bobbing long from his open fly. ‘Yeah? I thought you said it was “cocksucker”’ He grasped the back of Myron’s neck, massaged the smooth nape with his fingers, then snapped the man’s head forward and mashed his thick lips against Myron’s plush, red lips.
Myron gasped, trembled, Johnny working over his mouth with a sensual roughness. The big man stuck a hand down Myron’s shirt, popping buttons, palming smooth suntanned skin, latching a pair of fingers onto a puffy brown nipple and pinching.
Myron moaned into Johnny’s mouth. He was no match for the tall, powerful, curly-haired man, in strength or cock. So he surrendered, willingly. Let himself be mauled, kissed.
Johnny thrust his heavy tongue into Myron’s open mouth and explored the moist, red cavern and sparkling white teeth, rolling Myron’s nipples so hard the young man’s sea-green eyes brimmed with tears. But the pretty boy moved his tongue against Johnny’s demanding tongue, and the men entwined their slippery stickers in almost equal partnership. Room 17 of the Starlight Motel, on the dilapidated outskirts of East LA.
Johnny pulled his tongue out of Myron’s mouth and licked the man’s lips, rasped, ‘Well, come on, kid, live up to your name.’ He laid his hands on Myron’s shoulder, pushed him down to his knees on the thin grey carpet, so that the blond was facing Johnny’s meat.
Myron stared at the massive tool. It’d engorged even longer, thicker, the huge clubhead rising up into the air right in front of Myron. He swallowed, licked his lips, reached out a tentative hand.
‘Yeah,’ Johnny growled, feeling the man’s soft, warm, manicured fingers encircle his turgid slab.
He stripped off his sports coat, his checked silk shirt. His broad, muscled chest was swarthy with dark hair, skin olive. He slid a hand up onto a mounded pec and gripped and twisted his own stiffened tan nipple; other hand dropping down to Myron’s blond head, fingers sinking into glossy hair. ‘Give it a pull, kid. See what happens.’
Myron looked up at the bare-chested giant looming over the top of him, back down at the giant organ overfilling his hand. Johnny’s dong pulsed hard against his damp palm, shaft hot and heavy. Myron moved his hand, stroking the big man’s cock.
‘That’s it,’ Johnny grunted. ‘Harder. Faster.’
Myron tugged, pulling on the huge appendage from fur-covered balls to boiled-up cap, marvelling at how the member grew larger still, swelling up to an absolutely awesome length in his quick-stroking hand. He gripped dick with both hands, jacked.
Johnny yanked Myron’s head closer. ‘Cocksucker!’ he hissed.
Myron opened his mouth up as wide as it would go and slid his lips over the hood of Johnny’s dong. The big man jerked at the wet velvet warmth, speared deeper into Myron’s mouth.
The blond grabbed onto Johnny’s hairy nut sac, hefted and squeezed. As Johnny’s cock surged into his mouth, curved down his throat. Johnny grinned, calling it, sinking his mammoth erection almost right down to the balls in Myron’s face.
Myron looked up at him, cheeks and throat bulging with meat. His nostrils flared in rhythm to Johnny’s heavy breathing, his hand tugging on Johnny’s nuts in rhythm to the man fucking his face with his cock.
Johnny grasped Myron’s head with both hands, churning his hips, shunting his dong back and forth in the young man’s mouth. He plunged down throat, his shaft squeezed tight as any ass it’d fucked. He felt the hot, humid gust of Myron’s breath against his groin, against the gleaming, pumping shaft of his cock.
He fucked faster and faster, driving pretty face, his balls tightening in Myron’s milking fingers, with imminent release.
‘Suck my sac, kid!’ Johnny snarled, suddenly jerking his shining snake all the way out of Myron’s overstretched mouth and raw throat.
Myron gasped for air, fingering his jaw for dislocation. Johnny thrust his pouch into the man’s face. Myron dipped lower, swallowed the furry sac in one gulp.
‘Balls to the walls, kid!’ Johnny blurted. ‘The only way to live in the swingin’ ‘50s, huh?’
Myron glanced up at the towering man, but couldn’t see past the cock overhanging his reddened face. He cradled Johnny’s sac in his mouth, sucked on it, inhaling the musky, cologned scent of the big man through his gasping nostrils. He wormed his tongue around Johnny’s testicles.
Johnny jerked, smacked Myron’s forehead with his dong, feeling the hot pull on his balls all through his body. ‘You got a real dirty mouth, kid,’ he rasped. ‘And it’s gonna get even dirtier.’
He unbuckled his gabardine slacks and shoved them down to his ankles, Myron’s mouth attached to his balls. Then he whacked the young man’s face one more time, hitched his groin back so that his sac popped out of Myron’s mouth, dripping and matted. He swivelled around on his heels and stuck out his ass. ‘Eat it, kid.’
Myron didn’t hesitate, craven in his desire. He grabbed onto Johnny’s thick butt cheeks and squeezed the rounded masses, dug his fingers in and spread the pair, stuck his tongue against Johnny’s asshole.
‘Fuck! Yeah!’ the big man yelled, jolted by the impact.
Myron ringed his tongue around Johnny’s wrinkled pucker, rimming. Then he licked the hairy crack, sliding his tongue down deep in between Johnny’s legs, right down to the dangling balls, then dragging up and along the man’s butt cleavage to the tip of his tailbone. He did it again and again, lapping Johnny’s crack with his budded tongue, making the man shiver.
‘Stick it inside!’ Johnny shouted. ‘Fuck my chute with your tongue!’ He reached back and brushed Myron’s hands aside, gripped his buttocks, tore them wide open.
Myron formed his tongue into a glistening pink blade and jabbed it deep into Johnny’s exposed anus. Johnny shuddered, the young man’s tongue staking three inches into his ass, shooting his sensitive manhole full of shimmering feeling. Myron moved his head back and forth, plugging Johnny’s chute with his tongue.
Johnny pulled a hand off a cheek and grasped his stretched-iron cock, fisted. Myron was clutching his nuts again, squeezing, pouring wet-velvet tongue down his anus.
‘Open your mouth! Get your reward!’ Johnny grated, spinning around, knuckles clenching his dong burning white, hand shifting to blur.
Myron threw his mouth open, shot his tongue out as far as it would go. Johnny plunged his raging appendage into the young man’s face. Just in time.
‘Fuck!’ he howled, jerking, jetting. He blasted wad after heavy, heated wad of come straight down Myron’s throat, bucking with the savage intensity of his orgasm.
Myron’s Adam’s apple bobbed as fast as his head had just earlier, swallowing the hot, salty gouts of sperm.
Until Johnny staggered backwards, his spent shooter stringing a pure white line of semen from his slit to Myron’s lips, connecting the two men more intimately than Johnny even realised at the time.
The shakedown came a day later. As Johnny was sipping a Rob Roy in Hy’s on Figueroa. A man slid into the red leather booth across from him, dropped a manila envelope down on the walnut tabletop.
‘Name’s Shuster,’ the guy said. ‘FBI.’ He tapped the envelope. ‘Got something for your boss here.’
Johnny swallowed a slug of his drink, set the glass down. He gazed sourly at the little man. ‘What boss?’
The guy grinned, ran a pale, puffy hand through his thinning brown hair. ‘Don’t play cute with me, Johnny boy. You ain’t got the looks for it. I’m talkin’ about Izzy Green, the Big G. You’re one of his bodyguards, ain’t ya?’
Johnny casually glanced around the cool, dark interior of the nearly empty bar. ‘Beat it, half-pint.’
Shuster’s round face tightened. He grabbed up the envelope and ripped it open, spilled 8X10 black and white pictures out in front of Johnny.
The glossies portrayed young Myron sucking on Johnny’s cock, the big man’s balls, eating out Johnny’s spread-open ass. The last three captured the orgasmic bliss on Johnny’s face, at the moment his face-buried prick coated Myron’s throat and stomach.
‘So?’
Shuster laughed, nervously. He pulled a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his white flannel suit and mopped his face, despite the cool. ‘I doubt if Izzy’s gonna be too happy to find he’s got a real … man’s man on his payroll. Big, tough, he-man Johnny Club,’ he added with a sneer.
‘You hire that kid?’
‘He’s one of our … operatives.’
Johnny drained the rest of his drink. ‘What’d you want, Shuster?’
‘We want the Big G – wrapped up with a bow and ready for delivery to a federal prison, where he belongs.’
Johnny laughed. ‘So I’m as good as dead either way, huh?’
‘Not at all. We know there’s a shipment of H coming in from Mexico soon. All you gotta do is tip us off to the date and location. We’ll handle the rest. We know Izzy likes to attend the big transfers personally, and this is a real big one. You can be there and get busted like all the others.’ The little man shrugged. ‘Then we’ll see about gettin’ ya sprung – early.’
Johnny regarded Shuster with a shrewdness that belied his reputation for violent crudeness. ‘And what do you want out of the deal, sweetness?’
Shuster licked his thin lips. ‘I wanna fuck you up the ass, big boy. Payback for all the times you and your boss wriggled out of our beefs.’
Johnny grunted, thumbing through the explicit snapshots. ‘These got you hot, huh?’
Shuster didn’t reply, just mopped his sweaty face with his scented handkerchief.
Johnny shrugged, pushed up. ‘Let’s go.’
Shuster watched the man’s big, rounded buttocks clench and jostle in the back of his slacks. Then he shot a quick glance around the bar, shoved out of the booth, chased after Johnny into the washroom down the hall.
‘Blow,’ Johnny told the attendant. He turned to Shuster. ‘How we gonna do this?’
The man’s eyes darted around the black and white tiled restroom. ‘I’m doing it to you this time, big boy. On that couch over there.’ He pointed at the red leather couch parked against the far wall of the spacious washroom. ‘Take off your pants and get your legs up in the air.’
Johnny complied, slowly stepping out of his slacks and drawers. His cock dangled heavy from his loins, hanging low.
Shuster tongued his lips, watching Johnny walk over to the couch, sit down, spread and raise his legs. The big man’s hairy pucker winked at Shuster.
‘Jesus!’ he muttered, staring at the length of beef stretched out on Johnny’s stomach. Then he flipped the lock on the restroom door and hustled over, fumbling his own belt open and zipper down as he did so. His dick was pink-shafted and purple- capped, paled in comparison to Johnny’s semi-erection.
‘You’re not gonna do a dry run, I hope?’ Johnny cracked, gripping his thighs.
Shuster fumbled a tube out of his pocket, squeezed lube onto his hard-on. He shuffled forward, poked Johnny’s manhole with the swollen tip of his cock. Then he gritted his teeth and slotted his dick right into Johnny’s anus.
He went in hot and tight and easy, gliding deep; until all that showed were his shaven balls. He left his dick lodged motionless in Johnny’s ass, his face blazing red, as he gripped one of the man’s knees, grabbed up the man’s cock with his other hand.
‘You’re big capture, huh, Shuster?’ Johnny said, his massive cock engorging still more in the smaller man’s little hand, ass muscles gripping Shuster’s prick in a vice.
Shuster’s grey eyes went glassy. He pumped his hand up and down the length of Johnny’s tremendous dong. Then remembered to pump his hips, pistoning his dick back and forth in Johnny’s heated chute.
Johnny regarded the huffing and puffing man through hooded eyes, feeling the urgent tug of his hand, the eager thrust of his prick. He grinned coolly at Shuster, calmly taking the man’s stroking and stuffing.
Drool dribbled out of the corner of Shuster’s mouth, snot leaking out of a nostril. His face flamed, his body burning with the sexual effort of fucking the big man’s ass, fisting his dong. He pumped faster and faster, gasping for breath. Johnny’s cock surged massive in his flying hand, the man’s anus sucking hard on his plunging dick.
Johnny grinned, as the little man yelped and quivered, spurted hot seed into his chute. He felt the guy spray over and over, jerking inside and outside his ass, gripping Johnny’s cock in a death grip. And Johnny played ball all the way. He grunted, semen leaping out of the tip of his cock and splashing up into Shuster’s face.
Shuster tried to control the trajectory of the gushing hose, but it, and his own orgasm were too powerful. His face and suit were striped with Johnny’s sticky, heated come, marked. As he blew out his own balls in Johnny’s anus.
An abandoned airstrip in the San Fernando Valley was the setting for the second part of the transaction. Izzy Green showed up with a satchel. A plane buzzed and landed, and three men got out, one of them carrying a suitcase.
The Big G, Johnny Club and the three men met by the plane. They were exchanging luggage, when two cars suddenly roared out of the bushes one side of the airfield and up to the group.
Eight guys leapt out of the vehicles, guns drawn.
‘We’ll take the H and the dough, Izzy,’ Shuster said to the mob boss, grinning at the man’s bodyguard. ‘See, the only G-Men I know are some of the Feds back in Cleveland, who booked me that one time.’
‘These bums are part of the Rizzo mob!’ Izzy snarled. ‘Looking to expand operations outside of Ohio, huh?’
Johnny smiled at Shuster, nice and cool-like. ‘I thought you were a little too dirty, even for a Fed.’ He shook a cigarette out of a deck he pulled from his breast pocket, set it ablaze.
That was the signal. Izzy, Johnny and the men from the plane ducked around to the other side of the aircraft, opened fire. As more members of the Green mob waded out of the brush and established a second front of lead, catching the Rizzo boys in the deadly crossfire.
It was over in minutes.
Johnny didn’t find the X-rated pictures, didn’t really expect to. Their secret died with Shuster. But he did find Myron Dalgliesh back at the Starlight Motel. The kid was impatiently waiting, for his reward; after spilling his guts over the phone about the mob entrapment deal to Johnny shortly after Shuster had made his move. The pretty boy had a hunger for more of what Johnny had given him the first time, couldn’t bear the thought of that dong being put on ice, instead of in mouth, or ass, where it belonged.
It wasn’t the first time Johnny Club had gotten what he’d wanted with his oversized cock. Wouldn’t be the last time, either.
He fed Myron his meat. The young man eagerly gobbled it up.
Only this time, Johnny’d packed another rod along with him. Not as large, but just as hard, and effective; to be used after the cocksucking.
The big-hearted and dicked lug just couldn’t refuse a last meal for the condemned.
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