Bed Hog
By: Giantguy
You've been driving all night on the freeway and the rain just won't
let up. you look over in the seat next to you. maybe you were a
dumbass to pick up a hitchhiker, but -- greg was it? -- looked so
damn sorry standing there in the rest area in the rain, his ripped
jeans and letterman jacket soaked. he said the trucker that brought
him that far booted him out. you know it was stupid, but hell, you
hope somebody would do the same for you. he squeezed himself into
your crappy car, knees almost up to his face, steaming up the
windows as he dried off. the radio stations all sucked so he told you
how he drove out to see his girlfriend, then his car broke down and
he was hitchhiking back to school. he told you about the team he
played on, and about his most kickass times on the field. and then
finally he fells asleep, head back, wet black hair curling down his
forehead.
that was an hour ago. all you can see is the rain. just gray sheets of
it coming down. no radio reception out here ... just the sound of the
rain hitting the roof of the car ... and greg's heavy breathing ... the
rain ...
HOLY SHIT you jerk back awake, swerving the car back onto the
freeway, inches away from going off the road. the car fishtails for a
second but then you have it back under control. your heart is
pounding. that's it. you need some sleep.
greg snaps awake "What the fuck man?"
you stare straight ahead at the road, knuckles white on the steering
wheel.
"Sorry buddy. I'm just really tired. Been driving fourteen hours."
greg stares out the side window. "Dude. Over there."
Out of the blackness where nothing had been before a blinking neon
sign emerges. "EAT/SLEEP" flashes off and on. you grin.
"Good call buddy. Let's get some coffee or something."
in the tiny diner an hour later you are having your third cup of coffee
while greg is stuffing down his second burger, after going through a
steak sandwich and some fried chicken before that. he drains his
coke in one gulp and lets out a wet, loud, satisfied burp. you shake
your head.
"Jesus man. Sound like a freakin' walrus. We'd better hit the road
again. Guess we have to pay up at the register."
greg pushes his hands into each of his jeans pockets, then looks at
you, his eyes wide. "Shit man. I don't know where my money got to.
Maybe that trucker dude took it."
yeah, right, you think as you reach for your wallet. this kid wants to
play you. fine, so you bought him a meal. he'll be out of your hair
soon.
"Hey, it's no problem. Let's just hit the road."
paying at the counter, you feel a little dizzy, like your eyes are full
of sand. the guy ringing you up looks at you.
"No offense buddy but ya look like crap. You're not driving are you?"
you think about it for a second. you look through the window at the
rain, pouring worse than before.
"Still got one room. Give it to ya cheap, ain't gonna rent it tonight."
the man pulls a key off a nail and jangles it at you, cracking his
grizzled face into half a smile. you look back at greg, who shrugs.
"What the hell. Give it to me."
"Uh, only one bed in there by the way. You and your brother are gonna
have to bunk up. Hope that ain't a problem."
"He's not my -- hey, it's not a problem. I'm gonna be asleep before I
hit the bed."
you hand him more cash -- hell of a lot for a fleabag motel room --
and get the key. you notice greg checking out your wallet and think
maybe you shouldn't have gotten so much money out from the ATM
the last time. you probably ought to ditch this kid. but hell, what's
the worst that could happen?
you head into the room. damn, not even a tv. one bed -- kind of
small for two people, specially with one of them being greg's size,
but too late now -- the mattress sagging, shoved up against one
wall. the door isn't even closed before greg starts stripping out of
his damp clothes.
"Listen buddy --"
"Yeah?" he had his shirt coming up over his head. jesus, look at that
chest. he was tan, smooth with a little treasure trail heading south
from his navel. his biceps flex, tangled in the shirt.
"I think I need to head out pretty early."
"Okay by me man, just kick me awake." greg tosses his shirt off and
starts shucking off his wet jeans, pulling them down his muscular
quads.
you swallow hard. "Uh, I mean I need to head out alone. I think you
can pick up another ride from here pretty easy."
if greg was disappointed you can only tell for a second. he grins. "K
bro, whatever. Okay if I hit the shower?" he doesn't wait for an
answer but heads to the bathroom. the shower pumps on full. you
feel bad ... maybe you should just ignore your gut feeling and take the
kid where he wants to go. you knock on the bathroom door.
"Greg ... ? Uh, Greg?" you listen for an answer. you can just hear the
shower running ... and a sound ... grunting? you grin. the kid is
probably jacking off, thinking about his girlfriend. ah, he'll be okay.
you get out of your clothes, hanging them over the one chair that's
against the wall. you climb into the creaking bed in your boxers,
sliding over against the wall so greg can get in.
you start to drift off almost right away. you wake up a little as
greg comes out of the bathroom, still toweling off. you smell
something sharp ... wintergreen? as greg is rubbing something on the
small of his back and below.
"Back kills me when i been in a car so long. Muscle rub loosens it
up." he strides over to the bed, standing, naked, a few drops of
water still running down his densely muscled body.
"I sleep bareass man, hope that's cool." greg flops into the bed not
waiting for an answer. you can feel the moist heat coming off of
him. he stretches and puts his arms behind his head.
"Funny that dude thinking we were brothers. Used to have to share a
bed with my bro for a while. " greg grins up into the darkness, and
turns to you. his teeth reflect white in the dim light. "Gotta warn
you man. I'm a real bed hog."
your eyelids are falling shut as you yawn one more time... seeing
greg's face across from you ... with a little smile on it ... did you hide
your wallet and your keys? ah fuck it, you just need to sleep ...
sleep.
you wake up. shit, is that greg snoring? sounds like a fucking
bulldozer. your back is to the cold wall. greg is on his back, mouth
open, snoring like a locomotive. you push against him. no response.
well, just got to get him to roll over somehow. you push him again.
shit, he's heavy. you bring one foot up, brace it against his hip, and
give him another push. this time he rolls over to his side, curling up
a little. he coughs once, and then the snoring stops. he breathes
loudly, almost like an animal.
he was right, he is a bed hog -- he has all the covers pulled over to
his side, bunched up in front of him, leaving his back and all of you
uncovered. you look at his back ... strong muscles ... wide lats ...
tapering down to a solid waist ... and then flaring out into a round,
high, muscular, powerful ass. the muscle rub still glistens from
where greg rubbed it on the small of his back down over his glutes.
you can't help but stare at his butt ... smooth and white ... not a hair
on it ... a deep crack where the cheeks come together ...
greg suddenly shifts, adjusting his position, moving backwards,
forcing you to press even more against the wall behind you.
fuck, you can't sleep like a goddam tin soldier all night. he might be
bigger, but you gotta have some space. you push against his back.
nothing. he keeps breathing heavy, his body rising and falling with
his breath.
you manage to raise your leg up, putting your foot on the top of his
ass, ready to just shove him back over. you bring the other foot up
too, needing all the leverage you can get to move this heavy fucker.
you brace yourself against the wall and shove, just as greg shifts
again and moves back. your feet slip on the slick musclerub, pushing
between his meaty buttcheeks and down deep into his crack.
you feel the warmth of his body heat and then you feel your feet
sinking deeper, surrounded by slippery, hot, slickness. fuck ... you
can feel a tight ring sliding up over your ankles ... to your calves ...
what the ... are your feet going into his ASS?
greg flexes his buns and suddenly you feel strong muscles pulling
you ... a wet thick slurping sound ... and you are being sucked in to
your knees ... feeling the muscular ring working its way up your
thighs ... greg begins grunting with effort ... he rolls onto his belly,
pulling you along with him, as you begin to struggle ... and feel
yourself sinking deeper between his glutes.
your legs try to move, wrapped in the tight wet moist tunnel of his
ass ... you fall forward a little, pounding your fists on greg's wide,
powerful back. he bucks his hips up a little, grabbing on to the
pillow and then hunching forward like he's humping the bed ... with
each thrust sucking you in deeper.
"UnNNNNGH UNNNNNNGH UNNNNNNGH" greg turns his head to the
side, profile smashed against the pillow, sweat pouring off his
forehead, eyes closed, jaw clenched. his legs spread further as he
pushes his ass up, engulfing you, the muscles of his glutes flexing
and contracting around you, pulling you in to your waist, your chest...
bellowing with effort as he strains to force you deeper.
the smell of soap and wintergreen and the muskier scent of greg's
ass rise up around you, making you dizzy ... you dig in with your hands
trying to wedge his tight glutes apart, but your arms just plunge in
and are pinned to your side ... you feel yourself slipping in more ...
like being pushed into a tight, hot slippery sock... you can feel his
buns on either side of your face ... the muscles working ... sweat
dripping off his high round asscheeks down into the crack ... seeing
the top of his crack straight ahead and the wide expanse of his
back... all the breath is being squeezed out of you ... you try to gasp
his name ... gulping for air ...
"Guuuh... guuuuh..."
suddenly you see him raise his head ... stretching it back ... grimacing
with pain, effort, and supreme pleasure ... looking back over his
shoulder ... seeing you helpless, trapped, almost completely
swallowed between his buns ... and you see the slow smile spread
across his face... he spreads his legs further... eyes closing ... a
guttural grunt escaping him as he flexes one last time ...
you feel his glutes squeeze... tighter and tighter ... and you are
slipping down ... his stretched hole slipping closed over your face ...
you gasp for air ... one last breath ... and then the hot warmth
enclosing you ...
greg hands the key back to the grizzled man. "here ya go man."
"where's your brother?"
greg tosses the car keys in his hand. "my brother? tell ya the truth,
i always thought he was kind of a shithead."
greg walks out to the car, feeling the bulge of your wallet in his
back pocket. he opens the car door. before he gets in, he spreads his
legs, bends his knees a little and blows a huge, wet fart, releasing
some of the pressure in his gut. he grins, gets behind the wheel, and
heads down the highway.