It Happened On Manhunt: Country Boy (The Sequel)

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My younger, redneck buddy, Dean, and I had been hooking up for about fourteen months now and are still having great sex. He had three ground rules: (1) No kissing; (2) He didn’t suck dick; and (3) He didn’t take it up the ass.

He would, however, jerk me off to make sure I got mine, usually while he was pummeling my ass with his thick uncut cock. If you could see Dean, you’d know why I agreed to such a one-sided deal. He’s very tall, muscular, and handsome, with a slow country drawl and an air of quiet masculinity you can’t fake.

He’d also become a very trusted and loyal friend, and is always willing to lend a hand no matter the chore. This spring, I was going to hire someone to take down some trees in my backyard, when Dean told me, “Fuck that! I’ll do it.” There he was in the backyard shirtless and sweaty, wearing jeans and work boots, taking down five trees with his chainsaw and cutting them into firewood.

He even stacked them neatly for use during the winter. No small task for one guy.  I offered to pay him what I was going to pay the other guys to do it, but he flatly refused and seemed a little put off that I would even suggest such a thing. Instead, he fucked me senseless in my back shed, all sweaty and smelly, and he agreed to take half of the firewood home. In short, Dean’s the real deal.

Dean is also a rabid UNC fan and I went to Duke as an undergrad.

Last basketball season, Duke narrowly beat UNC in their first meeting at Cameron Indoor Stadium. Duke got their ass handed to them in the next meeting at UNC. By early March, it was time for the ACC Tournament, and there was a possibility that Duke and UNC would meet in the second round, which was on a Friday.

Dean called me up when the match-up was assured and said he was going to take the day off from his construction job to watch the game with me and spend the weekend. He showed up about a half an hour before the game with a case of beer and some quail from his freezer, wearing a UNC baseball cap, which was blasphemy in my house.

I didn’t wear any Duke paraphernalia because I wasn’t going to throw it up in his face that I was a “college boy,” as Dean called me occasionally, and because I’d look like a fool if Duke got their ass handed to them again. Throwing caution to the wind, I excused myself and went upstairs to put on a Duke t-shirt, ball cap, and grab a pennant. I was ready for the game, no matter the consequences.

Once back in the den, Dean and I engaged in the normal pre-game trash talking, trying to one up each other about the outcome of the game. I couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Okay, shit talker, put your money where your mouth is. Name the bet.”

Dean thought about it for a minute and said, “If UNC wins, you have to wear my UNC ballcap when we go to the pool tournament tonight and… I want a rim job like I saw in that movie we watched the last time I was in town.”

“Fine,” I shot back immediately. I had always wanted to rim Dean’s furry muscular ass, but I didn’t know if he would go there. Then I said, “And if Duke wins, you have to wear my ballcap out tonight and give me a blow job.” I don’t know if Dean was secretly looking for an excuse to break his self-imposed rule about not sucking dick or if he was so torqued up about the thought of getting rimmed that he let his horniness override his common sense, but he agreed and we shook hands.

As far as I was concerned, it was a win-win situation.

We grabbed some beer and munchies and hunkered down for the game. Duke came out of the blocks with an 8-0 run. At the half, Duke had a commanding 42-28 lead. During halftime, I secretly started thinking, “This hot redneck is going to suck a dick for the first time, and it’s going to be mine!”

I tried very hard to hide my shit eating grin, but I couldn’t help it. I looked over at Dean who seemed terror-stricken by the score, his dark eyebrows furrowed on his forehead. I felt a little bad for him, so I offered him an out.

“Okay,” I said, “We can call off the bet now, but regardless out the outcome, you have to lick my balls while I jerk off.”

Dean refused saying, “I am a man of my word and if I don’t have that, I don’t have anything. Besides, I think UNC is going to make a comeback.” A comeback by UNC was not out of the question since, I hate to admit it, they were an awesome team last season. Still, I just reminded myself that I couldn’t lose no matter what.

Well, as any good ACC fan now knows, the comeback never materialized and Duke crushed UNC 75-58. Yee fucking haw!!!

Dean muted the TV so as not to hear the crowd celebrating Duke’s win, and said with an air of resignation, “Okay, I’m ready to pay up.”

I told Dean to take off all of his clothes, which he slowly did. Then, I got up and sat in this big, overstuffed chair and told him to stand in front of me. I felt him up a good deal, getting him aroused after the humiliating loss, and then ordered him to turn around.

“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for me,” I said with authority. Dean weakly responded, “This ain’t part of the bet.”

“I know it’s not, I just want to have a little fun so go with it,” I retorted.  Dean turned around, bent over and spread his hairy round ass cheeks. I could tell that this was a little humiliating for him, but I was enjoying having a little power over him for a change.

Next, I said, “Okay, redneck, make that brown eye wink at me.” Dean contracted and relaxed his asshole for me a number of times. I had never seen him so compliant. I was in heaven.

I told him to straighten up, and I stood up and took off my clothes. As soon as I sat back onto the chair, I told him to start by licking my balls. Dean said, “At least they’re shaved.” Then he started tonguing my balls, hesitantly at first and then picking it up once I told him to pretend he was eating pussy.

After a while, I told him it was time to suck his first dick. I instructed him on how to lick the shaft, suck on the head, and tongue the piss slit. I finally told him it was time to get down to business and suck me off. Dean looked up at me with those beautiful doe eyes and meekly said, “You’re not going to cum in my mouth, right?”

After assuring him that I wouldn’t, he sucked my cock. I had to hand it to him. Dean did not do anything half-assed, and he was performing like a champ. When I was getting close, I warned him, and he pulled out a little too late, the first shot of my load hitting his mouth and the rest hitting my chest and stomach as he jerked my dick.

Dean said, “I think I got some of your cum in my mouth.”

“How does it taste?” I asked. “I don’t know that I want to find out,” Dean replied and took a big swig of his beer.

Dean got up and went into the kitchen. He came back with a dish towel and cleaned up the huge load I had blown. We then sat down next to each other on the couch, still naked, with his arm around me. He unmuted the TV and we watched the rest of the post-game commentary.

Dean obeyed my orders, held up his end of the bet, and let me have my moment by quietly watching the dissection of UNC’s loss. It was then that I realized I was falling for the guy. I grabbed his semi-erect dick and told him it was time to go upstairs to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, I pulled out all of the stops to make Dean feel better. I licked and sucked his hairy nipples. I tongued his sweaty, musky armpits. I slowly ran my tongue down his treasure trail and through his thick, black pubes. I licked his huge balls for a long time and sucked his dick.

He was getting worked up and started to rise from the bed, which meant he ready ready to fuck.

“Not so fast, redneck, lie on your stomach,” I commanded.

Once settled, I started to kiss and lightly lick his ass cheeks.  Dean looked back a little and said, “You know you don’t have to do that. You won the bet.” I smiled at him and kept on running my tongue up and down Dean’s furry crack while he settled back down onto the bed.

I ate that handsome man’s ass out for about fifteen minutes, while he quietly moaned and gyrated his hips against the bed. Finally, he couldnt’t take it anymore. He shot up, pulled me down onto the bed and reached for the lube.

After gloving up and lubing up my hole, Dean took me like a man who hadn’t had sex in years. “So, college boy, you like that cock up your ass?” Dean asked repeatedly. The fucking was fast, furious and slightly angry, with Dean taking UNC’s loss out on my ass.

Afterward, I laid down next to him with my head on his chest. Again, he said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

I responded, “I know, but I know how much you wanted to do it.” Dean pulled me close to him and kissed me on the cheek, a definite first.

We dozed together for a while before I got up to start cooking dinner, leaving Dean to continue resting up from the incredible fucking he just gave me. The smell of the sautéing quail finally awoke Dean from his slumber. He came down the stairs looking like the sexy beast he is in just his jeans, his hair tousled by sleep.

We ate an incredible dinner, if I may say so myself, and Dean went upstairs to get ready for us to go out to our favorite watering hole for a pool tournament, while I finished up the dishes. I jumped into the shower just as Dean was getting out. When I had toweled off and returned to the bedroom, Dean was dressed and ready to go — wearing his jeans, my Duke t-shirt, which was too small for him, but it nicely accentuated his form, AND the Duke ball cap.  Now he went over and above the bet!

We won the pool tournament handily, as Dean was easily the best stick in the house. After we won, we bought a round for the bar with our winnings when my friend, Dawn, slid in next to me at the bar:  “I don’t know where you found your friend, Dean, but that man is F . . . I . . . N . . . E . . . Fine!” If only she knew I found him trolling for dick on Manhunt!

After getting a little tight at the bar, Dean and I made our way home and went straight to the bedroom. Once inside, we stumbled around trying to get our clothes off as quickly as possible, with Dean collapsing on top of me on the bed, his cock already hard and ready to go.

He looked me in the eyes and softly kissed me, his tongue probing deeper into my mouth. When he pulled away I shot him a look, and he just smilled and said, “I know how much you wanted to do it.” I could barely keep my composure, and I pulled him closer and we kissed.

After a long while, I pulled him away and commanded, “Okay, redneck, fuck me.”

Dean smiled again, “So, college boy, you ready for that cock up your ass?”

So that is how I got Dean to break two of his three rules — all in one day. I’m slowly working on getting him to break the last rule, but I don’t think it will happen any time soon, if at all. Some frontiers are not meant to be crossed, and I am fine with my slow-talking, hairy-chested, big-dicked redneck just the way he is now.