The Butcher's Boy by Will
Date: June 5, 2022

Just when I'm beginning to think I have no more stories left in me I come across some super stud who makes my heart - and dick - beat faster. Here's the latest one. His name's Dimitri and he's Rumanian. I don't know how long he's going to stay in my life but he sure as hell stayed a long time in my ass and eventually I got to return the compliment. Let me tell you about it.

Ever since I heard Bette Midler sing ' Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' I've wanted to hear the original by The Andrew Sisters. Vinyl's back in fashion now so I bought a 12 inch record of their old songs. Dimitri entered my life - and ass - almost immediately afterwards. As you probably know, I'm a great believer in co-incidences and the fact that he was a butcher boy - one of the tracks on the record - and that his dick wasn't far short of 12 inches really turned my libido up a few notches.

Ok, maybe I exaggerate just a bit but he definitely blew my ass with that bugle of his.

He was between jobs so I didn't actually meet him in a butcher's shop. He was the nephew of the woman who cleaned our apartment block. I'd been asking around for someone to help me knock my terrace into shape. It needed a lot of attention after a very hard winter. And so, of course, did I. Therefore I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door to find this unexpected stud standing there. He had a handsome East-European face with cold, almost snaky, blue eyes but his red hot body more than made up for them. His t-shirt hung loosely from his torso revealing more muscles than it covered and I noticed right away how well hung he was too.

There was a bit of a language barrier to start off with but as we all know body language very often speaks louder than words and my attention soon shifted from the snaky blue eyes to something extremely promising snaking down his right leg. It threatened to burst the confines of the tight denim of his jeans.

I put him straight to work cleaning under my lemon tree, pruning my roses and generally injecting new life into both my soil and my soul. Hoeing and honing and filling little furrows with fertilizer. And, of course, it was only a matter of time before he was ploughing the living shit out of me too, irrigating my dry English soil and sending my sagging soul soaring. I soon blossomed like a horny hydrangea and couldn't conceive how I'd ever lived without him. The only downside about being the centre of his 'whore-ticultural' attentions was that I found myself upside down most of the time and also paying him two or three times the amount I would have paid a regular gardener.

The first day was fairly uneventful but his second visit was the beginning of my undoing. It was unusually warm for early May and he had stripped down to the waist. I immediately wanted to suck on his erect male tits and run my tongue down his hard rippled body. To make matters worse - or better - he was wearing sweat pants but no underwear so I could see his dick swaying freely to and fro as he worked. Mine however was having a bit of a problem controlling itself. Particularly when he bent down to yank out some weeds. Those pants worked their way down his butt, revealing two beefy globes that made me immediately want to go globe-trotting.

He didn't talk much and his cold, blue eyes seemed completely unaware of the hot looks I was giving him. I know that by now you'll probably think I'm some kind of jerk and that anyone but me could have seen a mile off that he was only biding his time. A cunning Rumanian cat getting ready to pounce on a gullible English mouse and steal his cheese. But time and this story will tell.

The third day he brought a change of clothes with him and asked if he could have a shower when he'd finished. What could I say except "Yes, can I watch?" although I didn't need to say anything as dumb as that because as soon as he'd stepped out of his pants I was down on my knees with my head buried in his sweat-curled pubes. His Rumanian flagpole had unfurled before me, beckoning me like a beacon sending out beams to a sinking ship. But I was already sunk. By now, I was so heated up by the day's labours and the constant sight of his half-naked body and so thirsty for him that my tongue darted out to lap at his seeping juices and my lips locked on his red-hot mushroom head. The tangy taste of sweat mixed with pre-cum and masculine musk almost made me swoon. After dreaming about it for three whole days and nights, I was finally getting to devour his thick slab of butcher boy's meat. I swallowed him down my throat as far as I could and slid my hands up his six-pack to brutally twist at his hardening nipples so that when push came to lip crunch I really shoved the beefy stud over the edge. For his part, he nearly tore my hair out by the roots as I rooted away like a pig after truffles. He jerked my head off its axis and jammed up my throat as he fucked my face and he filled it with an endless stream of jizz.

However, my unexpected repast was over before I could even digest it. The bastard left right after his shower leaving my mangled mouth feeling as if Vesuvius had erupted inside of it. He took the money I handed him and didn't even say when he was coming back. This left both me and my dick feeling pretty unsatisfied. I lay on the bed stroking myself and trying to summon up the sensations I'd had while blowing him. He'd acted straight but also available. Maybe if I crossed his palm with silver or something he'd go down on me too. I put that racist thought right out of my head, though. First, because he was Rumanian, not a gypsy, and secondly I wasn't about to fritter away my money on relationships that went nowhere. But these depressing thoughts were broken by the pressing need in my groin. My hand tightened its grip around my dick and what had first begun as a casual caress changed tempo as visions of him chomping on my man-chop flooded my mind. My pace quickened as I recalled the cum-swill that had filled my own piggy mouth only an hour before. My heart was racing and my breath ragged as the images of his face and body, and the blissful oblivion of orgasm, overwhelmed my being like a seismic wave on a tropical shore. I knew, right there and then, that my first taste of Dimitri was never going to be enough for me.

A few days went by and there was no sign of Dimitri. Obviously it had been a case of 'eat and run' although, technically, it was me who had devoured him. Eventually I consulted the cleaning lady and she told me that he'd found a part-time job in the meat market and wouldn't be available for a while. Should she send someone else. I assured her that the bulk of the work had already been done and said I was happy that her nephew had another job. Naturally I didn't tell her about the blow job I'd given him or the fact that he'd almost busted my jaw. In a way I was relieved but also curious to see him at work so decided to pay him a visit at the meat market. I found him shifting carcasses and covered in blood. I wanted to take him straight home and clean him up. Just for starters anyway. He saw me and acknowledged me then came to speak to me while he was having a cigarette break. In spite of my earlier misgivings, I decided to take the butcher boy by the proverbial horns and make him an offer. I asked him how much he earned and offered to double it if he came to work for me. He said he thought we'd almost finished the work on the terrace. I told him he could work on me for a little bit if he didn't mind. To my surprise he understood and said he would think about it.

He was there the very next day. In spite of his limited English, he made it very clear that he wasn't a rent boy but that he had to pay the rent. He added that he was a macho man who preferred girls but would fuck me as much as I wanted as long as I made it worth his while. I didn't exactly know at the time just how much I wanted or how much he wanted me to pay him but I accepted his terms. He got down to work immediately. Just like he had on the terrace.

There wasn't much finesse about him but my ass was raring to go and took its battering gratefully. He grasped me roughly by the ankles and threw my legs into the air and opened me like I was some kind of nutcracker. Then he thrust his already aroused dick into me, right up to the nuts, and made me wince and scream with pain and pleasure. Maybe the macho thought of fucking the ass off an Englishman really turned him on. Soon my butt was steaming with the hot jizz streaming from his red-hot cock and his cold expressionless eyes made me even hotter. I almost lost consciousness as the sexually charged feelings that had been building up between us sent electrified and electrifying spikes from my ass right up to my brain. It felt just like I was having a double lobotomy. He didn't cum inside me but pulled his dripping tool from my wet hole and covered my stomach with bolts of his white cum. He smeared the sticky stuff all over my chest and put his fingers in my mouth so I could lick them clean. I suppose he'd done that to many a girl and didn't really see - or feel - the difference. Fortunately, due to his lack of English vocabulary, we didn't louse up the sex with too much talk although our mutual groans were pretty explicit and international.

Later as his dick threatened to give my butt more than it could take and I didn't want him to go off with some girl I gave him English lessons to supplement his income and give my ass a rest. Also to act as a kind of alibi to keep watchful tongues from wagging. Three or four times a week, I looked forward to the sound of his 'rustle and squeak' on the stairs. The rustle came from his plastic bag of English books and the squeak from the rubber soles of his sneakers. The moment he walked in the door he slid out of his clothes like a snake shedding its skin. Then he got out his books. Not that he ever opened them. Only my ass.

One day when he was feeling really horny and my ass was on a 'sabbatical' he decided to amuse me my coming copiously in the palm of his outstretched hand. I watched fascinated as he produced enough cream to keep a pussy happy for a week. After lapping up the milky substance, I cleansed his now floppy dick of all evidence of ejaculation. I have a long and, so I'm told, rather rough tongue so I had him purring like a cat himself at the plating I gave his spent organ, the salty taste firing my need for him. He was soon hard - and hard at it - again. His hips began to thrust up and down as he face fucked me, his low-hanging balls striking my chin. This time my jaws seemed to have adjusted somewhat and fell more naturally into place afterwards.

Early on in this story I mentioned that initially he didn't see or feel much difference in fucking me or a girl but even though he didn't admit it I knew that no girl had ever sucked him off quite like I did and he was making a convenient cunt out of my moist ass. I knew how lucky I was to have him around so I didn't nag him or put any pressure on him but I knew exactly how to please him and he began to get used to it. As he did the money I gave him. I never actually handed it to him but left it periodically under the legs of a little jade tortoise I kept on my bookshelf above the bed. It varied in amounts according to how much he satisfied me and he soon learned that lesson, as well as quite a lot of English, so I was able to joke with him.

Naturally, I had to give him 'time off ' and enough slack to fuck a girl occasionally but, like the cigarettes, this became less and less necessary. Once when he was smoking I told him that maybe he needed something else long and firm in his mouth and suggested that my dick might be a good substitute. He laughed but when we were in bed one night I woke to find his lips trying my dick out for size. I wasn't quite as well endowed as he was but I'm glad to say I fit comfortably into most mouths. One thing led to another and I was soon licking his ass and feather fucking him with my tongue. Something I'd never dared do before. He gave out an almost funereal moan when the tip of my tongue hit his prostate sweet spot. I knew he'd never experienced anything quite like it.

As per usual, he was leaking pre-cum in huge amounts so I lubricated his butt with it together with a lot of my spittle. My fingers were soon taking over from my tongue and I felt his ass twitch open at my touch. Not a word was spoken by either of us but his contented growls and groans told me to continue. I couldn't believe what was happening. I thought of the lyrics from another Bette Midler song although I can't recall the title: 'The difficult I'll do right now, the impossible will take a little while' and yet here I was doing the impossible, turning this straight stud on and preparing his ass for its first fuck. I let my dickhead nuzzle at his anal passage. It was weeping a little, but with pleasure, and this helped lube him up a bit more and his love muscles began to relax. He obviously wanted it as much as I wanted to give it to him. His firm round ass cheeks settled down on my even firmer dick like a trustful puppy on its master's lap. He whimpered a bit like a puppy too when I entered him but the whimper turned to a growl, and the growl to a roar, as I plunged in to the hilt.

His surprised sphincter clamped down on my pulsing cock and we were over the hills and far away as I rode him for all I was worth. We writhed and rolled on a sexual wave and his voice was thick and throaty as he spurred me on. I don't remember in which language but the message came over loud and clear. Lust had hit my groin and I pounded away at him grasping his pecs for support and digging my nails into his nipples. His brilliant eyes and shuddering body, and the horny feeling of his ass going into spasms as I fucked him, combined to make me melt into a quivering mass as I shot my load.

That old cliche' about two bodies becoming one during the sex act became a living reality. We were literally boneless. Alive and well in Morphsville. I yanked my still leaking rod from his yawning ass and let the rest of my spunk drip into his mouth. He parted his lips like a rose receiving morning dew and looked right into my eyes in happy disbelief. I cleansed his mouth with a kiss and suddenly realized that I'd been cleaning him up in one way or another ever since the first day we'd met. This endearing thought plus the fact that I'd tamed - and literally broken in - this Rumanian wildcat and turned him into a purring pussy made him very precious to me. Our roles had suddenly reversed and I was the one holding the butcher's cleaver ready to turn his ass into mincemeat. And, to my happy surprise, the closet butt slut took to being fucked like a duck to water. It really amazed me.

Later that day he stretched out on the bed after a shower. At first, I looked down at him with more love than lust in my eyes but then he lifted his knees, placed his hands behind them and pulled them up against his chest and out towards his shoulders, opening himself to me. His balls hung like the pendulums of a clock as if they were weights that regulated the mechanism of his rising rod and it soon became obvious that he was waiting for me to make him chime. The hairless skin of his groin emphasized the darkness of his ass-hole and the little pink Audrey Two lips, waiting to suck me in and eat me whole, reminded me of the carnivorous plant in 'Little Shop of Horrors.'

I lowered my head and licked the skin at the top of his thick muscular thighs and the tiny crevice beneath his balls. The light mist of hair I found there was damp and salty. It felt like fresh Scottish heather to my probing tongue. Once again I was almost overcome by the heady smell of his musky masculinity even though his body was telling me a whole different story. I was really getting to his feminine side. Making him vulnerable. Making myself indispensable to him. One by one, I took his firm round pendulums in my pouting mouth and munched on them. I drove him absolutely mental with my lips. I knew I was doing us both good by the horny sounds emanating from him, and the way his entire body seemed to vibrate. I ran the tip of my tongue along the vein on the back of his cock and over its mushroom head. The head and shaft were sticky and tasty. I sucked away at the stalk with all the care and attention I'd given to my first lollipop while I pulled the foreskin back and felt the hard rim beneath the sensitive crown against my lips. He groaned with impure pleasure.

I could feel his hands on my head, trying to persuade me to milk him. I couldn't decide whether to top him or tail him this time but after sipping some of the sour and pungent pre-cum that leaked from his engorged, gorgeous cock I let it swim around my mouth and mix with my spittle and then dribble into his widening ass crack. Instinctively he wrapped his legs round my neck and pulled me towards him. My tongue entered his mouth and my dick penetrated his ass. Soon I was fucking him at both ends. The effect was both mind and butt boggling. Nobody had ever made me feel like I was now feeling inside him. So in control and under his spell at the same time.

As I went to work on his ass I thought of the first glimpse he'd given me of his glowing globes as he'd first weeded and then tilled my arid earth. I also remembered the indifference he'd feigned for my fertile feelings towards him and how he'd left me after only a few days to lug carcasses of dead meat through the market rather than let me feed on his living flesh. I gazed into his cold previously unyielding blue eyes and with images of the first seeds we'd sown together on my terrace I got my well-earned revenge by tilling his washboard furrows with the tip of my rough tongue and irrigating his perfect pectoral curves with the drool of lust spilling from my mouth. Entire rocks of his former resistance to me begin to crumble and splinter like crags falling into the sea as I pummelled at him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his whole throbbing body was a total convulsion of abdication. He let out little hisses and gasps which soon turned into gigantic groans. He shivered and shuddered and devoured my dick with his hungry ass until I wanted to shoot my load right up him and through him and hit first his throat and then the ceiling with it. Then he suddenly stopped in mid-motion as if overcome or stunned by a force too overpowering to withstand any longer.

He looked at me as if he knew exactly how I was feeling, then came out with the longest English sentence I'd heard him speak. Obviously my lessons had paid off. "I want you to cum all over me," he said. "In my face, in my mouth, everywhere. I want to see you and taste you as well as feel you inside me." And with that he grabbed his throbbing meat-loaf and began to jerk off.

I did what he asked. I withdrew my dick just as it was reaching its zenith of rapture and, at his command, sent out the biggest jet of jizz I'd ever emitted in my life. It was stronger and fired far further than any fire extinguisher but did nothing to extinguish, assuage or quench the fiery stud with snaky eyes who writhed, hissed and spat before me in the throes of a passion far from spent and came in creamy gushing gusts himself. Rivers of cum were sluicing everywhere from both of us when we finally slithered back from this exquisite plane of sexual arousal.

I left out a few heavily descriptive adjectives here because they say that less is more but in this case I don't think I could have found enough words to describe how we both felt. What had started off as a merely mercenary transaction had turned into a mutual exchange of lust and satisfaction. Even affection. From time to time I still slip a few dollars between the legs of my tortoise but this is more an expression of my appreciation for him rather than payment for his services.

Before Dimitri came into my life I was in danger of going to seed like the plants on my terrace or, even worse, becoming a sexual vegetarian but now my own personal butcher's boy gives me a daily supply of all the meat I need.

"Life is bright. Life is earnest. Sing Polly-Wolly-Doodle all day!" .... to quote Bette Midler again.

Which is where we came in. Have a good one.