"I ain't never done this before. I'm no cock sucker." I protested, a little white lie for the "Don't ask, don't tell" boys.
"Right." He snorted. "Well, you are now. Once I've broken you in you'll get a lot of practice" He rooted around my mouth with that middle finger. "Suck on my finger, Zoomie, show me you want it." He pulled my head down to his crotch and held it tight against his fly. "Feel that bitch, once you've had it you won't be able to live without it. But that's okay, I'll see you get it...a lot"
"Who writes his dialogue," I thought, "he sounds like a B movie gangster."
He was too drunk to work his zipper and finally ended up just tugging pants and all down around his jump boots. His thick column hit my face with an audible smack. It was every bit as big as I had suspected. Size queens say that no dick is too big, this one was a deformity. The head alone resembled a ripe peach, once the thick foreskin was pulled back. He whacked my face with it a couple of more times. "Get busy," he said. If he'd hit me any harder it would have left a bruise. I managed to work the head and a couple of inches into my mouth, I felt like my jaw had unhinged, like a snake swallowing an egg. It helped that he leaked juice like a loose faucet. It had a tangy taste and amazingly enough it smelled as if he'd just showered. I'm not the king of cocksuckers but I put ten years experience into practice. Teething on that foreskin alone was worth the price of admission. He seemed to like it because by the time my hands wandered under his tee shirt to ferret his nipples out in his chest hair; he'd forgotten to play tough guy and was just laying back.
"Hey, watch it with my nipples, I ain't no bitch," he growled as I started to roll them around.
"My girlfriend does this when she blows me, and it helps me get off," I improvised.
"Awright then," he put up a little show of tolerating it but was soon writhing and moaning as I worked his tits hard. "Oh, mannnnnn. Gawdddddd, that's so goodddddd...Do it, you Zoomie cocksucker.... Eat my dick."
I hope you're not waiting to hear how I took his cock to the root, because at one point I had all I could get in my throat, and two fists around it between my lips and his pubes. He was a fucking human penis.
He cuffed me with his paw about the time my spit slick finger found its way past the fur surrounding his asshole. As I made little circles around his pucker, he bellowed, " Leave my ass alone, faggot, I ain't no rump ranger."

Well, the girl friend line had worked before… After an upstroke on his throbbing shlong, I gasped out, "My bitch does it to me, it makes me hard as a rock." Which was true enough if a six foot two bull rider named Chuck can be called a bitch.
He didn't say a word, so I abruptly slid two fingers in up to the knuckles and went for Mr. Prostate. Bingo! With a shriek that sounded like a strangled Chihuahua, his rod threw so much cum into my mouth it squirted out of my nostrils like snot. Swallowing as hard as I could I continued to work the two fingers in and out, teasing and stretching. He mumbled a long incoherent string of obscenities and continued to cum till I thought I would drown in it. Either he made the stuff by the quart or he hadn't been laid in years.
"See, I told you it works," I said when his world stopped whirling. "Hang on and I'll get you off again," I added and put three fingers to the task. With my other hand I tugged his nipples and roamed his hairy heaving chest. I even stuck my fingers in his mouth, which he sucked feverishly overwhelmed by the sensory overload I was providing. His prong stayed hard, and he moaned and shuddered as I slid the fourth finger up his chute. I figured it was time for stage two.
Still sucking his cock, I went for broke. Heaving his massive legs up I put the head of my crotch rocket against his landing pad and probed for entry. I don't know if he was even aware that it wasn't my fingers, he just wanted the marvelous stroking to go on. I slid in slowly to the root. God, he was tight. Even after stretching him out with four fingers it felt like the rubber I had put on was two sizes too small. His head whipped from side to side and he kept sucking my fingers. He was like Columbus discovering a sexual New World. I settled in for a long ride. Once I knew what a fuck pig he was, I started really pounding it to him.