Based on the shocking number of page views for almost all of the Drawn To You posts, MHD readers love some imagination-based dicks.  And I can’t agree more with what good taste you guys have. As I’ve said before, Handjobs magazine gave me some of the best illustration porn of my teenage life, and their stories were beyond compare. Now, I know not everybody is into the father/son incest vibe, so I’m gonna steer clear of that for Story Time. But I still want to share some of the incredibly sexy tales that accompanied some of the best erotic gay illustrations of the 90s and 2000s. Welcome to Story Time!

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Country Store Clerk
story and illustrations by Robin Walden

From Handjobs Magazine, March 2001

 

For as long as I can remember, I always spent a month in the country with my grandmother during the summer. My parents said that it was good for me to get out of the city for a while and rediscover the grass and trees and fresh air. Every summer Grandma always had some kind of surprise for me, but this summer she had really outdone herself. Parked in front of her house was a dirt bike.

“Now, Rudy,” she said. “I bought this for you so you could explore more of the countryside and have a way to get around when you visit, but I want you to promise me you’ll be careful. It’s not brand new, but the man at the dealership told me that it’s in fairly good shape.”

“Wow! Grandma. I promise. I’ll be real careful!”

I spent hours and hours riding my new dirt bike the first few days. Not only did I like the freedom, but it didn’t take me long to notice how the warm motor made my cock hard and the vibrations through the seat made my asshole twitch. When I looked down, I had a real stiff boner, and it was sticking out the leg of my shorts. I remembered how Old Willy, the janitor in my apartment building back home, loved to suck my cock. I wished he had been there with me so I could have pumped a couple of loads down his experienced throat. It didn’t look like I’d be getting that kind of action out here in the country, so I stuffed my stiff cock back into my shorts and continued down the old dirt road.

I hadn’t gotten far when I noticed that my bike was starting to make some strange noises. It sputtered and finally came to a complete stop. I tried to get it to start up again, but it just wouldn’t go. I pushed my bike back down the road toward the small country store I had passed a while back. I figured I could call Grandma and she could come pick me up.

When I got to the store, I noticed two really big motorcycles parked next to the sign that read, “Chambers’ Grocery”. I wondered if there might be someone inside who could look at my dirt bike and maybe even help me fix it.

I pushed open the door and looked inside. There, standing behind the counter past some old wooden shelves cluttered with canned goods, was a really hot looking older man. I felt my young prick start to stir in my shorts again. I guess he must have been Mr. Chambers, the store owner.

He wasn’t very tall, but he had a big chest and huge, hard arms that stretched his tight t-shirt to the limit. He was balding a little on top of his head and had a big brown mustache, which almost covered his entire mouth. As I approached the counter, I noticed there was a big bulge down the leg of his very snug gym pants.

“Hey, mister,” I said to him. “My dirt bike broke down and I noticed the two big motorcycles parked out in front of your store. Any chance you could take a look at it and maybe give me some help?”

“Sorry, son,” he replied. “Don’t know nothin’ about fixin’ no bikes. Those two hogs outside belong to them guys over there.” He pointed to the back of the store and I turned to see two long-haired bikers standing near the beer cooler.

At first I thought they were kind of intimidating, but as I slowly approached them, I began to feel that familiar stirring in my crotch. Their tattooed arms and long hair were starting to turn me on, and when I got close enough to catch the scent of sweat and motor oil, I was afraid that my dick was going to pop out the leg of my shorts again.

“Er … excuse me, guys,” I said looking more at the floor than at them.

“What’s up, kid?” the taller of the two answered.

“Well … uh … you see, I’ve got this dirt bike outside and something’s wrong with the motor. I was wondering if you guys could take a look at it and maybe tell me what the problem is.”

“Well, sport,” the other biker answered. “me and my brother know a lot about bikes, but we’re kinda short in the tool department.”

“You boys need tools?” Mr. Chambers called from behind the counter. “Tell you what, I’ve got a small shed ’round back where I keep a lot of my extra stock. There’s some tools in there somewhere. Take the bike back there and see if you can fix him up.”

We headed outside, and as we were pushing my bike back around to the shed, the taller biker said, “I’m Big D and this here’s Jazz. What do you go by, kid?”

“Rudy,” I answered as I continued to look them over. The more I looked at them, the harder my cock got. I hoped they couldn’t tell, but my shorts were so tight, I don’t know how they could help but notice. I’d never been around big, gruff guys like them before, and they really excited me. They seemed so dangerous and nasty.

Big D wrenched the door to the old shed open and he and Jazz disappeared inside. I followed them, pushing the bike. They rummaged around, found the tools, and set to work on the bike. I leaned in close to watch what they were doing. Every now and then I caught a glimpse of them pawing the crotches of their dirty jeans as they rubbed their cocks or scratched their balls. The funky odors these two were putting out were driving me crazy.

“Problem’s fixed, kid,” Big D said as he stood up and adjusted his growing bulge with his oily hand. “All you had was a dirty spark plug connection. Your little bike should run all right now.”

I smiled and started to push my bike out of the shed. After being so close to these guys, I was eager to get back on it and feel those vibrations going through my dick again. Before I got outside, though, Jazz stopped me.

“Hold on there, sport. We fixed your bike. Ain’t you gonna … pay us?”

“Gosh,” I said nervously. “I don’t have much money on me, only a couple of bucks. But if I call my grandma, she’ll be happy to drive over here and pay you guys for your help.”

“Well, me and my brother weren’t thinking about money, hot stuff,” Big D said. “How ’bout if you do some work on us as payment?”
Big D and his brother Jazz then both started to unbutton their dirty jeans. Before long they had their huge, hard cocks out and were stroking them in my direction. I stared at them in surprise as silvery strands of precum leaked from their piss holes.

“You think you can handle all this biker cock, sport?” Jazz said. “We know you want it. You’ve been trying to hide that hardon of
yours ever since you saw us in the store.”

I tentatively reached out and grabbed Jazz’s big cock in my right hand and then took Big D’s in my left.

“Yeah, boy,” Big D grunted. “You know what to do.”

I jacked their cocks for a couple of minutes then got ready to get down and suck them both off. I had just started to sink to my knees when Jazz grabbed my arm and led me over to a pile of boxes in the corner of the shed. He bent me over the boxes and started to pull my shorts down over my smooth, round butt. Big D came around in front of me and presented me with his swollen rod. My face was so close I could smell his funky crotch. It was like it was calling me – pulling me closer and closer to his thick bush. I opened my mouth and started to swallow his fat boyfucker.

About that time I felt Jazz’s bushy beard on my smooth asscheeks. It tickled a little, and I moaned around Big D’s cock. Then Jazz started sticking his tongue in my tight asshole. I let out a gasp as he slipped more and more tongue up my chute. He was driving me crazy. It wasn’t long before I was pushing back into his face and rubbing my ass up and down against his soft beard, silently begging for more.

The feelings in my asshole made me suck Big D all the harder. I was really working on his fat knob and drinking down all the precum I could get. “Holy shit, kid!” the biker said. “You suck cock like a real expert! Yeah, boy, go for it!”

I was bouncing back and forth across the pile of boxes, moving forward to swallow Big D’s cock and shoving backward to get more of Jazz’s tongue up my ass. Jazz was working my hole as hard as I was working his brother’s cock. He was getting my pucker all wet and loosened up.

Then I felt Jazz’s tongue slipping out of my butt. The next thing I knew, I felt something else nudging against my hole. Jazz was starting to stuff his long cock into my wet asshole. I moaned in pleasure as I grabbed onto the boxes and held tight.

“Hey now,” I heard Jazz say from behind me. “This boy ain’t no virgin, bro. He took my pole like a real pro!” He was right. Old Willy had busted my cherry over a year ago, and his cock was even bigger than Jazz’s.

When Jazz said that, I could feel Big D’s cock surge inside my mouth. He was about to spunk down my throat, and I wanted it – bad!

Unfortunately, Big D had other ideas. He pulled his cock from my wet, slurpy mouth and grunted out, “Close your eyes, sport. Here it … AHHHH!” The big biker shot his load all over my face. I still wanted to taste his spunk, so I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch it as it dripped down my cheek and nose. Big D continued to shoot, blasting wad after wad of thick, hot biker spunk all over my lips. He even managed to fire the last few shots of his hot, fresh spunk directly onto my tongue. It was warm, strong, and wonderful!

I was so involved in trying to get as much of Big D’s cum in my mouth as I could that I almost forgot my ass was getting fucked also.
After he saw his brother shoot all over my face, Jazz started fucking me with a vengeance. He pulled his long meat almost all the way out of my hole then slammed it back up my butt. After only a few more long, hard strokes, Jazz dumped his load up my fuck hole, grimacing, shaking his head and shouting out, “SHIT!! Best boypussy I’ve had in a long time!”

Suddenly, I heard the shed door open. I looked up with my cum- covered face and saw Mr. Chambers standing there in the doorway holding his fat, hard cock in his hand.

“Hmmm,” he said, “I shoulda known you two were getting up to some mischief with that boy!”

“Sorry, Pa,” Big D answered. “But you shoulda known we couldn’t pass him up. This boy knows his stuff!”

“Pa!?!?” I said with a surprised look on my cum-encrusted face. “That’s … I mean … he’s your father?”

“Sure, kid. That’s our ol’ man,” Jazz said. “We was just passing by to see how he was doin’. As you can see, we’re a real tight family and our pa’s still a real hot number!”

As Mr. Chambers walked over toward us, I stood up to face him. My boner popped up from between my legs, still stiff and dripping.

“I can see he ain’t cum yet.”

“No, Pa. We was savin’ that for you.”

Mr. Chambers turned to me, his hard dick still in his hand, and asked gruffly, “You ever been face ridin’ before, boy?”
“No, sir,” I answered. “Er … I don’t even know what that is.” “Hmmm … well, boy, you’re in for a real treat!”

Before I knew what was happening, Mr. Chambers had picked me up and thrown my legs over his broad shoulders. My stiff cock landed right up against his mouth and his powerful arms held me around my waist.

“I know you got a nice load of boycream in them nuts of yours, son, and I’m gonna suck every drop outta them. Just hold on behind my neck,” he said. Then he sucked my cock into his hot, wet mouth and it effortlessly slid down his throat. He was sucking me like I’d never been sucked before. I felt like I didn’t weigh an ounce as he pounded my cock into his face and slipped one of his big, thick, calloused fingers up my cum-filled hole, hitting that special place.

With the taste of Big D’s cum still in my mouth and Jazz’s cum spilling out of my hole around Mr. Chamber’s finger, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Sky rockets went off inside my head and I fired a hot load of cream into his mouth. He sucked my cream down his throat like his life depended on it!

As Mr. Chambers drained the last of my boy spunk, I looked down to see his two sons on their knees in front of him. They were both slobbering over their dad’s fat cock as he blew his wad across both their faces.

“OH, YEAH!” Big D cried out as he licked his father’s cum off his fingers. “Pa’s jizz still tastes as sweet as it always did!”

Mr. Chambers let me down from his shoulders. I was dizzy from my orgasm. I slid down his body, rested my head on his chest and felt the rest of Jazz’s fuck pudding ooze out my hole.

“Well, boy,” Mr. Chambers asked. “Did you like the ride?” All I could do was sigh and say, “Wow!”

When I finally got back to Grandma’s house I told her what happened to the bike, but I left out some of the more important details. I told her that Mr. Chambers lent me the tools and I fixed the bike myself.

“Oh, Rudy,” she said. “That Mr. Chambers is such a nice man. He’s had that store for a very long time. You know, he used to have two sons that delivered groceries for him, years ago, when they were about your age.”

You should see them now, I thought to myself.

“Oh, you know, Rudy, I wish I’d known you were at the store. I need a few things for dinner tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Grandma,” I told her. “Now that the bike’s fixed, I’ll be happy to go to the store for you … anytime!”

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Fuckin’ bikers, right? Nasty fuckers, the lot of them.

 

– tyler