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Disclaimer: The story depicts scenes of reluctance and at times non-consensual sexual contact. All characters and places in this story are fictional. Any similarity herein to real persons or places is entirely coincidental.
Brad Ollingers never expected to kneel butt naked in a county plow and let a black man (or any man) tongue his ass, but funny things can happen on those country roads of Wisconsin.
It all started when a snowstorm hit Woodland County in early November. On call to plow snow, Brad scrunched a knit cap over his short brown hair and leaned in to kiss his wife.
Their lips lingered, tongues playing affectionately, and his square jaw, rough with stubble, went scritchy-scratch against her soft skin. She wrapped her arms around him and giggled as he gave her butt a playful spank.
“Love ya, babe” he breathed in her ear.
“Love ya back,” she giggled, patting his tight ass. “You be safe out there.” Jessica looked out the window at the hard, raging snow. “I need you home to warm me up.”
With a smug grin, Brad gazed at her breasts, the breasts that he’d fondle and suck later tonight. He could see her now, riding his cock, hands over head, shaking her breasts for him, nipples perky and hard. “Mm,” he grunted. “Sounds good.”
The couple kissed a bit more before Brad finally pulled away.
“Should be home by 2 in the morning or so. If not, bursa sınırsız escort give the kids a hug for me when they wake up.” With one more spank of her butt and a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, he zipped up his coveralls and went out the door.
The snowplow stood not far from the house, primed and ready. It belonged to the county, but everyone trusted Brad. He’d spent all 36 years of his life in Woodland County. As a kid he was a popular athlete at Badger Falls High School, and now he worked at his father’s cement company, Ollingers the man’s breath was hot on his cheek.
“I’m Jayden,” the black man murmured into Brad’s ear. Moisture from his hot breath dampened Brad’s ear canal and tickled it. Brad leaned politely away.
“Ok.” Brad gave Jayden a suspicious look.
“Glad I met you, man. Really glad. Sorta owe you.”
“Nah.” Brad huffed a nervous laugh and checked his phone. Still, the text had not sent. He tried resending it.
“Shouldna come up here, man.” Jayden squatted right next to Brad now, sipping his coffee with one hand and laying his other hand on Brad’s thigh. “This snow sucks.”
Brad cast Jayden some side eye. Get your hand off me, he thought. He wanted to pull his leg away, but had nowhere to move it. “Yeah. Well, how come you’re here, then?”
“Had a bitch needed fucking.” bursa escort bayan Jayden grinned and wagged his tongue.
“Oh.” Brad wasn’t sure how to respond. Who around here would fuck a dude like you? “Well, someone waiting for ya, then?”
“Nahhh.” Jayden shifted his weight, his hand rubbing against Brad’s thigh. “Fucked that bitch earlier. All good.”
“Huh. Okay.” Brad tried moving his leg. “Dude, could you–“
“You got a strong leg, man.”
Jayden squeezed Brad’s thigh. Brad gasped softly and jerked his leg. The plow wavered, leaving a wavy path on the road.
“Bud, ya mind?” Brad muttered. He yanked the black hand off his leg.
Jayden shrugged, straightened up, and waved Brad’s thermos. “Nah, I don’t mind. Your coffee needs cream, man.”
“Yeah, well.” Brad hunched closer to the steering.
“Aw, don’t get pissy, man.” Jayden patted Brad’s head again. He pulled off Brad’s hat.
“Hey!” A rush of air made Brad’s sweaty scalp feel cooler. “Whatcha doing?”
“Nothing, man. Chill.” Jayden casually tossed the hat behind him and rubbed Brad’s head again. His hand ran down to Brad’s neck, massaging it.
Brad cursed, wagging and twisting his head away, leaving more wavy paths on the road. “What the FUCK, man? Keep your hands OFF!”
A low chuckle rumbled in Jayden’s chest. Swiftly, he nilüfer escort crouched and set the thermos on the floor. He poked his face towards Brad, who leaned sharply away.
“Can’t keep my hands off you, man.” He grinned and wagged his tongue again.
Brad’s heart raced, and he felt something he hadn’t felt in ages: hot panic. He shoved an elbow towards Jayden’s chest. “Hey! Keep your fucking space or–OMPH!”
Brad’s eyes bulged. Easily deflecting Brad’s elbow Jayden had swiftly leaned into Brad’s face and kissed him.
THE FUCK? Brad’s mind screamed. Hungry lips, warm, moist, and thicker than any he’d ever kissed, groped at his mouth and locked tight.
Groaning and tussling, Brad brought the plow to a jolting stop and turned to fight. He gripped Jayden’s shoulders and shoved, but Jayden shoved Brad with equal force against the other side of the cab. Brad’s head hit the foggy glass of the door, and within seconds Jayden’s coffee-tinged tongue pierced Brad’s lips.
“MMMPH!!!”
Brad howled into Jayden’s throat as Jayden frenched him. The black stud’s hands gripped his shoulders, and his coarse, fuzzy beard rubbed roughly against Brad’s stubble. A strange, new shiver slithered up to his ears.
“Mm!” A little groan escaped Brad’s throat.
Jayden pull him closer. Brad howled again and pounded on Jayden’s back and kicked the air. It only seemed to provoke his attacker more. Jayden’s thick lips sucked greedily, his tongue massaging Brad’s cheeks and the back of his throat, and the clash of their stubble roughed up Brad’s chin until suddenly–
“MM!” Another little shiver in his ears coaxed a moan out of Brad’s chest.
What the FUCK?
TO BE CONTINUED….