Old Mill Road

"Hey there, Rory, haven't seen your sexy little pussy lately," Wyatt said, pulling up along Rory who was walking shirtless down the Old Mill Road.

"Been busy," Rory said, looking at Wyatt only briefly. Wyatt was the last person he had hoped to see out here. He hated Wyatt. He was the first guy Rory had blown and Wyatt made sure everyone in town knew about it including Rory's then girlfriend.

Wyatt was also the first guy that ever fucked him. And, of course, he bragged about that to everybody in town as well. On more than one occasion, some of the Men took that to mean they didn't need Rory's consent. After all, he was just a fag in their eyes.

On the other hand, Wyatt was sexy as fuck. He could charm the pants off just about anyone, Rory included. Not to mention a big ole dick and he loved to fuck. And Rory still had a bit of a crush on the asshole. 

"I thought maybe you might want to go for a ride or something. You know, for old time's sake," Wyatt asked with a mischievous grin. Rory knew what he meant. 

"Don't you mean 'My girl ain't putting out, so, why don't you hop in the truck, and I take you down to the Old Mill and let you suck my cock for a while and then fuck you up the pussy?'" Rory said, as he kept walking. It was best not to make eye contact with him. That was how Wyatt got him every times. 

Wyatt grinned, "Yeah, something like that. So, you game? You know I was always sweet on your ass. Best piece of pussy in the county"

Rory wanted so bad to tell him to "fuck off". He hated him for that entitled cocky attitude, like he was God's gift to the world. He hated him for outing him to everyone. He hated him for having a girlfriend and not wanting him.

"Come on, you know you love my big ole cock in your pretty little pussy." Wyatt flashed his killer smile and grabbed his crotch shaking it. "I'll make it worth your while."

"Damn it," Rory muttered to himself. He hated himself for giving in, but he couldn't resist the cocky bastard. It was true, he had a great cock, and he knew how to use it. 

"Fine," Rory said. Despite being disgusted with himself, he could feel his much smaller dick getting hard.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?" Wyatt said unlocking the passenger door.

"Just drive, don't talk, that was never what you did best," Rory said as Wyatt placed Rory's hand on his already hard crotch rubbing it over his huge bulge. Wyatt knew once he felt it, the boy would be hooked. The kid was practically addicted to it, like half the girls in the county.

"Driving is what I do best," Wyatt said slyly, "but you already know that" as the truck peeled out in the gravel heading up the Old Mill Road.