Simple Trade For Discount

The thick, veiny cock was already buried to the hilt inside Alex’s virgin ass, stretching his tight hole wider than he had ever imagined possible. Every ridge and pulsing vein scraped against his inner walls as the older man held still for a long moment, letting the younger guy feel the full, impossible length and girth. Alex’s eyes were wide, breath coming in short, panicked gasps that mixed with a low, involuntary moan. Terror still flickered at the edges of his mind, but something hotter and more dangerous was flooding in right behind it—raw, unwanted excitement that made his own cock twitch hard against his stomach.

Rod Goodwell, the car salesman, slowly began to pull back. Inch by thick inch the massive shaft withdrew, the fat head tugging at Alex’s rim until only the swollen crown remained lodged inside. Lube and the first traces of precum glistened on the shaft in the dim afternoon light filtering through the tinted windows of the compact sedan. They were parked at the far end of the used-car lot, far from the main office, the shocks of the little Japanese car already groaning under the weight of two grown men crammed into the back seat.

“That’s it,” Rod murmured, voice low and rough with lust. “Feel how your hole is already trying to suck me back in. Straight boys always do that once they get a real cock inside them.”

Alex swallowed hard. His girlfriend Jessica was supposed to be keeping watch outside. This had started as a simple trade—one blowjob for a deep discount on the shiny red hatchback she wanted. He had never touched another man’s dick in his life. He was twenty-four, solidly straight, the kind of guy who jerked off to big-tit porn and fucked his girlfriend from behind while staring at her ass. Yet here he was, legs forced wide in the cramped space, knees nearly touching his ears, a twelve-inch monster cock resting at the entrance of his asshole.

Rod squeezed another thick stream of JoyLube over his shaft and pushed forward again. The broad head forced Alex’s sphincter open with a wet, filthy sound. Alex’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as the salesman sank deeper, deeper, until heavy balls pressed against his cheeks and that impossible length was fully seated once more.

“Fuck… it’s too big,” Alex gasped. “I can’t—”

“You can.” Rod’s hands clamped on Alex’s narrow hips. “You’re taking it. Look at you—hole stretched white around my cock. First time and you’re already greedy for it.”

He began to thrust in earnest. Long, deliberate strokes that dragged every inch out until the rim clung desperately to the head, then slammed home again. The car rocked. Alex’s virgin ass burned and fluttered, the initial sharp pain melting into a deep, confusing pressure that lit up nerves he never knew existed. Each time the fat head dragged across a certain spot deep inside, sparks shot straight to his cock. His own dick, hard and leaking, slapped against his belly with every powerful thrust.

Outside, Jessica peered through the window, chewing her gum faster. She had expected a quick, reluctant suck—maybe thirty seconds of awkward gagging and it would be over. Instead the entire car was bouncing on its shocks. She could see Alex’s sneakers dangling in the air, toes curling. She could see the older man’s muscular ass flexing as he drove into her boyfriend.

Inside, Rod picked up the pace. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small space. Sweat dripped from his chest onto Alex’s. The salesman’s cologne mixed with the sharp scent of sex and lube. Alex’s hole was making obscene squelching noises now, taking the pounding easier, the burn transforming into a hot, full ache that somehow felt good.

“Tell me how it feels,” Rod ordered, never slowing.

“It… it hurts… but…” Alex’s voice cracked as another deep stroke nailed that electric spot. “Oh fuck… right there…”

“That’s your prostate, kid. Straight guys go crazy for it once they feel a real cock work it. You’re gonna start pushing back soon. Watch.”

Alex shook his head, but his hips betrayed him. On the next thrust he lifted to meet it. The sensation was too intense to fight. Rod grinned and leaned down, capturing Alex’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. Tongues tangled. Alex tasted the man’s mint gum and something darker, more masculine. He kissed back before he could stop himself.

Jessica hammered on the window. “What the fuck? It was only supposed to be a blowjob!”

Rod rolled the window down just enough without breaking rhythm. “Two thousand off the price if I finish turning him out properly. Deal?”

Jessica’s eyes went wide as she watched her boyfriend’s face contort in unwilling pleasure. She saw the way Alex’s cock was leaking a steady string of precum across his stomach. She saw the way his hole stretched obscenely around the thick shaft pistoning in and out. After a long second she nodded. “Deal. Just… make it good.”

Rod rolled the window back up and focused on the tight heat wrapped around his cock. He flipped them with practiced ease so that Alex straddled him, facing the window, still fully impaled. Gravity drove the salesman even deeper. Alex’s hands braced on the older man’s chest. He could see Jessica watching, could see her hand slip under her skirt as she stared.

“Ride it,” Rod commanded. “Show your girl how much you love having your straight ass filled.”

Alex’s thighs trembled. He lifted up until only the head remained inside, then dropped hard. The impact punched a broken moan out of him. He did it again. And again. Soon he was bouncing, fucking himself on the massive cock, hole fluttering and gripping, chasing the sparks that exploded every time the head dragged over his prostate. His own cock bounced and slapped, neglected but rock hard.

Rod’s hands guided his hips, forcing him to take every inch on the downstroke. “That’s it. Use that tight hole. You’re a natural. Straight boys always pretend they don’t want it until they’re bouncing on cock like a paid whore.”

Alex’s face burned with shame and heat. He could feel the salesman’s heavy balls against his ass, could feel the way the thick shaft pulsed and throbbed inside him. Pre-cum was pouring out of him in steady drips. He was going to come without anyone touching his dick. The realization hit him like a second thrust.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “Fuck… I’m gonna—”

“Come on my cock,” Rod growled. “Let your girl see you shoot while you’re stuffed full of man-dick.”

Alex’s orgasm ripped through him. His cock jerked and painted thick ropes across Rod’s chest and his own. His hole clamped down in rhythmic spasms, milking the shaft buried inside him. Rod groaned and thrust up hard, holding Alex down as he flooded the younger man’s ass with hot, heavy pulses of cum. Load after load pumped deep, so much that it began to leak out around the still-hard cock and drip onto the seat.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Alex’s mind reeled. He had just taken a full load from another man. His ass felt used, stretched, and strangely empty the moment Rod finally softened enough to slip free. Cum poured out of him in a thick stream.

Jessica opened the door, eyes dark with a mix of anger and arousal. “Get cleaned up. We’re going to the office to sign papers. And you’re both explaining exactly what just happened.”

Rod chuckled, tucking his still-slick cock away. “Papers can wait. Your boy just got turned out properly. He’s going to need more before the day’s over.”

Alex climbed out of the car on shaky legs, cum running down his thighs under his jeans. The lot felt too bright, too open. He could still feel the ghost of that massive cock stretching him. His hole twitched, already missing the fullness. Jessica grabbed his hand, but her eyes kept flicking to the wet spot spreading on the back of his pants.

They never made it to the office right away. Rod led them to a private demo vehicle in the service bay—an SUV with tinted windows and a wide back. The moment the doors closed he had Alex on his knees between the seats. “Taste yourself on me,” he ordered.

Alex hesitated only a second before opening his mouth. The thick, musky cock was still half-hard and coated in a mix of lube, cum, and his own juices. He licked experimentally, then took the head between his lips. The taste was salty, heavy, addictive. Rod’s hand settled on the back of his head and guided him deeper. Alex gagged, eyes watering, but he kept going, learning the rhythm, hollowing his cheeks, swirling his tongue under the ridge the way Jessica had once coached him for her own pleasure.

Jessica watched from the front seat, skirt hiked up, two fingers already working her pussy. “Look at you,” she whispered. “My straight boyfriend sucking cock like he was born for it.”

Rod’s cock swelled fully hard again under Alex’s inexperienced but eager mouth. He pulled free with a wet pop and shoved Alex onto his back across the wide seat. Legs spread, hole still loose and leaking, Alex watched the older man line up and push back inside in one long, smooth thrust. This time the stretch was easier, the burn almost welcome. Rod set a steady, deep rhythm, balls slapping, the wet sounds of a freshly fucked hole taking more cock filling the SUV.

“You’re going to come again,” Rod promised. “Prostate only. No touching that pretty dick.”

He angled every stroke perfectly. Alex’s cock stayed hard and untouched, leaking steadily as the internal pressure built higher and higher. He was babbling now—please, deeper, harder, fuck my ass—words he never thought he would say. Jessica leaned over the seat and kissed him, tasting the cock on his tongue, while her free hand pinched his nipples hard.

The second orgasm hit like a freight train. Alex’s cock pulsed and spurted across his stomach without a single stroke, hole clamping rhythmically around the shaft still pounding him. Rod fucked him through it, then pulled out and fed the slick, cum-coated cock back into Alex’s mouth. “Clean it. Every drop.”

Alex obeyed, licking and sucking until the shaft gleamed. Rod’s third load of the afternoon flooded his throat. He swallowed as much as he could, the rest spilling from the corners of his mouth.

By the time they finally signed the papers, the sun was low. The discount was even better than promised—three thousand off, plus free detailing. Jessica drove the new car home in silence for the first few miles. Alex sat in the passenger seat, ass tender, hole still twitching and leaking the last of Rod’s cum into a folded napkin he had shoved in his jeans.

“You’re going back tomorrow,” Jessica said quietly. “He wants to show you the after-hours service package. And I want to watch.”

Alex’s cock stirred at the words. He should have said no. He should have insisted he was still straight, that this had been a one-time trade. Instead he nodded, already imagining the next time that thick cock would stretch him open again.

That night Jessica fucked him with a thick silicone toy while he was on his hands and knees, whispering filthy things about how good he had looked taking real cock. Alex came hard, ass clenching around the toy, mind replaying every thrust, every drop of cum that had filled him.

The next afternoon he returned to the lot alone. Rod was waiting with a knowing smile and a bottle of thicker lube. They used a different car this time—a roomy minivan in the back corner. Rod bent him over the middle row and took his time opening him up with fingers first, then the head of that massive cock, then the full length in slow, deliberate strokes that made Alex moan into the upholstery.

“You’re not straight anymore,” Rod said against his ear as he fucked him deep and steady. “You’re a cock-hungry hole now. Admit it.”

“I’m… fuck… I’m a cock-hungry hole,” Alex gasped, pushing back to take every inch. “Use me. Fill me again.”

Rod did. He fucked Alex through two more prostate orgasms before dumping another heavy load deep inside. Then he pulled out, flipped the younger man onto his back, and straddled his chest, feeding the still-hard, cum-slick cock between Alex’s lips so he could taste the mix of his own ass and fresh seed.

They kept going until the lot closed. Rod’s coworkers—Chuck from security and the new kid Bobby—had watched most of it on the cameras. When the gates locked, they joined. Alex found himself on his knees in the office, sucking one cock while another stretched his already-used hole, Jessica’s earlier words echoing in his head. He took load after load, hole and mouth and finally his own untouched cock shooting across the carpet as Bobby railed him from behind while Chuck fucked his throat.

By the time he limped to his car that night, Alex’s ass was a wrecked, cum-filled mess. He could still feel every cock that had used him. The drive home was slow, every bump reminding him of the stretch. Jessica was waiting in bed with the toy and a hungry look. She made him describe every detail while she fucked him with it, then rode his face until she came, tasting the lingering musk of other men on his tongue.

In the weeks that followed, the “service package” became a regular arrangement. Sometimes it was just Rod in a different car on the lot. Sometimes Chuck and Bobby joined. Sometimes Jessica watched from the front seat, fingers busy, whispering encouragement as her once-straight boyfriend took cock after cock. Alex’s hole stayed loose and ready, always eager for the next thick shaft. He still dated Jessica, still fucked her, but nothing compared to the deep, full stretch of a real cock working his prostate until he came untouched.

One rainy Thursday Rod locked the office door after hours and bent Alex over the desk. No lube this time—just spit and the leftover cum from earlier. The burn was sharper, the stretch more intense. Alex moaned like a whore, pushing back, begging for it harder. Rod delivered, slamming deep until his balls were soaked with the mix of their fluids. When he finally came, he stayed buried, pulsing, and whispered, “You’re mine now. Straight turnout complete. This hole belongs to cock.”

Alex clenched around him and came for the third time that session, cock untouched, mind blissfully empty of everything except the thick length filling him and the knowledge that he would be back tomorrow, and the day after, and every day he could manage. The once-straight boy had been thoroughly, permanently turned out—and he never wanted it any other way.