Tom's truck crunched over the gravel drive leading to Bubba's isolated cabin deep in the Tennessee woods. The married Canadian had flown down after months of online chats that started innocent and turned scorching. Bubba, a burly fifty-something redneck with a thick beard and calloused hands, had promised to make Tom's secret fantasies real. Tom adjusted his jeans, feeling the forbidden red lace panties from his wife's drawer hugging his ass. He knocked, heart pounding.
The door swung open to reveal Bubba in a flannel shirt unbuttoned low, jeans tight over powerful thighs. "Well, look what the maple leaf dragged in," Bubba drawled, voice gravelly and commanding. "Get your Canadian ass inside before I drag you in myself." Tom stepped over the threshold, the air thick with pine and tension. "Didn't think you'd actually show, eh?" Tom quipped, trying for wit. Bubba smirked. "Boy, I don't invite just anybody to live out their panty-wearing dreams. Those yours or your wife's?"
Tom flushed but held his ground, no shrinking violet. "My wife's, but I'm the one wearing 'em. She doesn't know, and she's strong enough to handle her own business." Bubba chuckled, closing the door. "Smart mouth on you. I like that. Makes breaking you down more fun." They circled each other in the rustic living room, dialogue sparking like flint. "You talk big online," Tom said, "but can you back it up, redneck?" Bubba stepped closer, heat radiating. "I'll back it up balls-deep. You horny yet, or still pretending to be straight?"
The banter escalated as Bubba's hand brushed Tom's hip. "Take off those jeans slow. Show me the goods." Tom complied with deliberate tease, revealing the red lace stretched over his hardening cock. "Fuck, that's pretty," Bubba growled. "Makes your ass look like it needs claiming." Tom retorted, "Claim it then, if you're man enough. I'm not submissive, but damn if this doesn't make me wet." Sweat beaded on Bubba's brow as he pulled Tom close, lips crashing in a fierce kiss. Hands roamed, Bubba verbal and dominant. "This cock's gonna stretch that tight hole. No rubber, bareback like real men."
They tumbled to the worn couch, clothes shedding. Bubba's thick cock sprang free, hard and veined. "Suck it first, give me that blowjob you promised." Tom dropped to his knees, taking Bubba deep, tongue swirling. Bubba groaned, "That's it, panty-boy, choke on my meat. Your wife's never seen you like this." Tom pulled off panting, "She'd laugh and tell me to enjoy it. Now fuck me." Bubba bent him over the armrest, yanking the panties aside. He spat on Tom's ass, pushing in raw. "Goddamn, so tight and wet already. Dripping for this cock."
Thrusts built rhythm, Bubba pounding relentlessly. "Feel that? Your pussy-ass taking every inch. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget Canada." Tom moaned, pushing back, strong and active. "Harder, Bubba. Make me totally yours." Sweat slicked their bodies, panting filling the room. Bubba reached around, stroking Tom's cock through lace. "Shoot that load, boy." Tom came first, shuddering, cum soaking the panties. Bubba followed, flooding him deep with hot cum, bareback and claiming.
They collapsed, bodies entwined and glistening. Bubba whispered, "Told you I'd turn you out." Tom smiled, sated yet stirred. "This is just the start, isn't it?" The redneck grinned wickedly. "Next time we bring toys and see how far that gay streak runs."
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