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It was the first of July and it was a nice and warm evening. Harold Berman had just finished up his very first meat sale. As he was cleaning up he wiped a bead of sweat from his head and smiled.
"That was one hell of a day", he said to himself while smiling.
He then looked at the picture on the wall of him and Mr. Green together.
"I know you'd be very proud of how well I'm doing right now", he said.
He swiped the last of the dust off the floor and on to the dustpan and poured it in the garbage can. He looked over his shoulder and saw it was now 6:40. It was time for him to close up and head home.
But first he needed to add up the profits of what he made today and lock it up in his bank. The last thing he needed was anyone breaking in and stealing his hard earned cash. So he decided to get it out the way now. He opened the cash register and started counting and adding it up.
"Oh man I made a wonderful amount today", he said to himself.
Just as he was putting his money away he heard the door open. He went to see who it was. He peeked out of the back and saw a huge silhouette figure coming in. As the figure was still approaching he reached for his shotgun, which he always kept out of sight but closeby where he could easily get to it.
"Can I help you?", he asked, making sure the figure’s attention was on him and not noticing him reaching for something.
He wondered if he'd even get one shot out? He knew how some fighters in Island World were. What if he was someone from Evil Force or what if it was a Wild who chose the side of evil? As the thoughts raced through his head, he started sweating like mad.
"Whoo Dawgy! Harold why the hell ya so tense?"
Harold took a deep breath of relief.
"What the fuck, Blitz! You scared the living shit out of me."
"Sorry Harold, I was on my way home when I got a mighty hankering for somethin' to eat. And I saw your deli light still on, so I reckon I'd get me a good old po’ boy ta munch on."
"I was going to close after I was done. But I guess I can fix you up a po’ boy real quick. What kinda po’ boy you want?", asked Harold.
"I'd like a 12 foot ham and cheese po’ boy, with extra lettuce, mayonnaise and black olives."
"Ok I'll get it started right now, Blitz", said Harold.
"How about I tell ya bout my trips on the road?", asked Blitz.
"Sure I'd like to hear that. It'll be nice to talk to someone since I had a very busy day", answered Harold.
Harold had started on Blitz's po’ boy while Blitz had started telling him his adventures on the road.
Harold had asked him how life on the road was like. Blitz had informed him it was wonderful: he got to see new places, taste all kinds of different foods and the guys he met were just too hot to pass up.
He told Harold about the one guy he met who said he could take a dick of any size. Of course Blitz knew the guy was just begging to gut fucked so he answered his call. Blitz told Harold every juicy detail of what happened in the back of his truck, from how loud the guy was screaming to how he begged him to cum and pull it out. "But I thought you could take dicks of any sizes?", Blitz said reminding him of what he said earlier.
"Sounds like he got much more then what he was looking for", said Harold, feeling a little interested himself.
He was just finishing up and wrapping the sandwich. While Blitz was leaning on the counter he was looking at his watch seeing what time it was.
"Say Harold, when does your deli close?", he asked him.
"Well I was supposed to close 30 minutes before you showed up", he answered.
"Gee, sorry for holding ya up", apologized Blitz.
"It's ok", Harold said, as he handed Blitz his po' boy.
But just as he was about to give it to him, he stopped. Blitz had a confused look on his face as he looked at Harold.
"Hey Harold, is somethin' wrong?", he asked.
"Well after hearing what you did with that guy, and making hip scream and so, could you tell me what your dick looks like?", he asked, feeling only a bit embarrassed.
Blitz just gave him a smile and said; "I can do better than that. I can show ya." He leaned over the counter till he was face to face with the super chubby butcher and said with a deep voice that was as hot as it was stone cold: “If ya got such a hunkerin’ foh my dick, well Harold, why don’cha close that deli of yours faster than a knife fight in a phone booth? Then I show it to ya right here on the counter.”
Harold rushed to the door to lock it and turned the sign to “closed”.
“You know, Blitz, it’s late, what about I give you a beer with that po’ boy and you can eat it at the back? No need to eat on the street”, he said.
“Why that’s mighty nice of you, Harold”, Blitz answered with a warm grin, showing all his teeth.
“Damn, The Blitz is looking like a hundred bucks and that story about him fuckin that guy really got me turned on”, Harold was thinking while he led Blitz to the back.
It was more of a stockroom where Harold kept boxes and some of his personal belongings, with a bed, a table and a stove on the side. He used it to rest and occasionally as a playroom for him and any customer he got lucky with. On condition they had meat on their bones, after all he was a butcher. Harold liked his men chubby, hairy and sweaty, and dominant.
“I have no sofa, so you have to make yourself comfortable on the bed”, Harold said to Blitz while he put on the television. They showed an old cartoon and Blitz heaved a roaring laughter. “Again those shiny teeth amidst those tusks. He got a mesmerizing laugh and grin”, Harold thought.
Blitz was about to eat the last of his po’ boy when he asked Harold to come over. He grabbed the butcher by the arm and pulled him next to him, placing Harold’s hand on the bulge in his pants.
“So ya wanna see the mighty b**st? Wanna see him hollering, or just from afar?”, Blitz laughed while he let go of Harold’s hand and unzipped his overalls. It was a step-in-model, meaning that in order to get his dick out, he had to strip his overalls down to his knees. Apart from his feet, he’d be buck naked.
Blitz’s undies were partially torn. Through the holes Harold could see heavy veins throbbing and a wild bush of hair sticking through. The boar’s hand disappeared in his undies and took out a huge dick. “Yo dawg, come check out this filthy massive!”, he said.
Blitz didn’t lie. His dick had the girth and the size of a beer can and Harold stared at it in disbelief and longing. “It’s… it’s… aaaaawwwessome… Can’t see how it can get any bigger when it’s hard”, Harold mumbled in complete worship.
“If ya wanna know ya gotta blow, k**”, the boar laughed, slapping his dick in the palm of his hand. The sound of it made Harold even more horny.
Harold took the huge dick in his hands and it immediately responded to his strokes, squirming like a snake bows up his head before it strikes. His tongue licked the top of it. It gave off a vaguely bacon taste and he sucked on it eagerly. Soon after he was sucking him hard. The girth of it proved to be a challenge, so he paused a bit. “Damn, this is by far the fattest dick I ever seen,” he said, “it’s big as a cannon”.
Blitz Boar looked down at his own dick and laughed. “Well, you do know that back in the days, my ole man’s dick stood model for all the cannons in King Glazer’s castle.” Then his gaze switched to Harold: “Yo sho 'nuff purdy son, why dontcha make yourself snug as a bug?” Harold looked at him puzzled, so Blitz rephrased that: “Why dontcha get nikit, pretty boy, get the fun started?”
Harold got out of his clothes in no time and Blitz started to facefuck him. Luckily Harold’s mouth was big as a cave and he let the boar deepthroath him like he was a pro. Blitz sat on the bed while Harold kneeled in front of him, the hands of the boar placed on the back of Harold’s head. Harold gagged, had to gag, the dick inside his mouth was out of proportion. The more he gagged, the more moist Blitz’ dick became. Blitz moaned and said: “That’s right, Harold, you gotta air-up the car tires before you go on a long trip.” The veins on his dick were throbbing hard and felt like bursting. He pulled Harold up and made him lay on the bed, slapping his belly like he was King Kong. “Yo like the sound of slappin’ my pappy?”, he asked Harold, “Wait till you hear me whoopin’ that ass of yours!”
Laying down on his back, Harold’s legs rested on Blitz’ shoulders. The boar pulled Harold’s ass closer to him, spit on it and smeared the precum from his dick over it while working his fingers inside. They went in like it was butter.
“Now lemme go in the back of your truck and get that ranch!”, he said and inch by inch he slowly shoved his dick inside. Harold had a real tough time taking it in. The dick was so enormous it felt like he was slid in two. He tried to pull away, but the boar had his hands firmly on his buttocks and pulled them towards him. As much as he tried he was no match for the strength of the boar who did his best to go slow and easy on him at this phase. Harold screamed in agony and Blitz chose to ignore it, that was how it always went. Just when Harold thought he could no longer take it, Blitz’ dick hit his sweet spot and Harold no longer focused on the pain. Instead he tried to move in unison with Blitz and the pain disappeared to the back. Harold still screamed but far less now and soon his scream were replaced by a lingering whining. He was in that zone where pain is joy.
Blitz now started to go all the way in and all the way out again. His hands played with Harold’s small cock. Those big rough hands stroking his dick brought new pleasures to Harold who’s whining now got replaced by moaning and an occasional scream when Blitz slammed his dick in hard. The sound of flesh against flesh made them both go crazy. And despite Blitz’ earlier decision to go easy on the fellow because it was his first time fucking him, he now gave him full speed and force. Harold screamed again, an uncontrollably uproarious ear-splitting sound resounding very loud and continuing for a long time. The kind of scream that makes a passersby chuckle because he knows exactly what’s going on in there, a primal scream after scream after scream. It ade Harold cry of pain and pleasure.
Blitz Boar made Harold switch on his belly and checked the ass in front of him. The hole was completely open now for him. He let all his weight rest on Harold when his dick dived in the rear end again, making circular motions with his hips, like a drill, making sure to milk Harold’s prostate. At the same time he jerked Harold off with one hand while fondling his balls with the other, till Harold can no longer hold it in and shoot his load.
Blitz too was about to cum. His belly and spine started to shake uncontrollably and he was oozing a bit of cum, as a harbinger of the massive explosion that was to follow. His cum filled Harold up deep inside, overflowing him with hot lava, washing his insides. Still he hadn’t finished. He pulled out his dick - that big oversized beer can of his - and came all over Harold’s belly and face, making him drink and eat his jizz till satisfaction.
Harold had a dumb and blissful look on his face. “Aint nuthin like balling the buttflaps. Bam-bam in the ham”, Blitz said while pulling up his undies and zipping up his overalls, smacking Harold on the butt with those big beefy hands of his.
“Thank you. Come again”, Harold replied and they both laughed.
“I just might”, Blitz said in roaring laughter as he opened the door and closed it behind him.
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