Beer orders

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Henry, having ordered beer, drew back the curtains, letting sunlight stream into the room. He didn't want to open his eyes to check the clock. Judging from the light, he figured it was close to noon. He rolled over, wanting to sleep a little longer, but his bladder was throbbing from holding his urine all night, making it impossible to fall back asleep. He sat up, his mind still replaying his dream… chatting with SWP on the BBS until 4:30 last night… today is Sunday… a big meal… Eric said he was coming… beer… his mind raced…
[Beep! Beep~~~~] A piercing horn blared outside the window.
Beer!!
Henry opened his eyes, opened the window, and looked out. A large truck loaded with Michlob and Heinegan had just driven out of the warehouse diagonally opposite. The bright sunlight made Henry almost unable to open his eyes. He shielded his eyes with his hand, trying to see who was driving. The driver happened to look up in his direction as well. Henry waved to him. He was Brownsky's older brother, Steve. The two brothers ran this beer delivery company together, and business had always been good. They supplied beer to a third of the beer houses in the whole town.
Henry liked to look out his window at the trucks across the street, where he could see them loading and unloading goods. He loved watching the beer carriers, diligently loading cases onto the trucks under the sun. They were always shirtless, their strong arms and rhythmic chest muscles bulging with sweat, exuding masculine diligence and pride. They always worked hard, earning their living through blood and sweat.
The trucks had barely left when the warehouse door opened again, and Henry saw four or five men busy loading some Miller beer onto the truck, but his eyes were fixed on one man. Brownsky!
He was working with them too… He was really strong; perhaps from years of manual labor, his shoulders were broader and thicker than the others, his forearm veins bulged, and he exuded a rugged, burly aura. It was far more attractive than Henry's own physique, achieved only through a few gym visits a week…
Henry remembered Eric saying they were coming in the afternoon, and that it would inevitably be another all-night party, followed by drinking until they passed out...
Beer!!
He had to go buy a few cases of beer to chill. The beer hub was right across the street, with all sorts of flavors available. Magnesium was flavorful, but Sam said it wasn't good, probably because of artificial sweeteners. Budweiser was refreshing. Guinness was a standard rye beer, a bit bitter, but he didn't drink it often. He preferred Heineken, with its light malt flavor, smooth and refreshing... He knew the two brothers across the street well; they occasionally came to parties. Brownsky was a year or two older than him. He wasn't very talkative; Steve often taught him to cultivate good interpersonal skills, to go out more in town after deliveries, and to meet more girls...
[Beep! Beep!...]
Two more medium-sized trucks drove off... The roller shutter slowly closed...
He remembered it was Sunday; he usually rested after finishing deliveries in the morning!
Henry quickly washed up, put on jeans and grabbed a shirt, then rushed downstairs.
[Thankfully...] The iron gate was only half-closed, so he could still get in.
Henry bent down and stepped through the roller shutter. The warehouse was lined with cases of beer on both sides: Guinness, McGrady, Corola, and his favorite Heineken... He took a few steps inside when he suddenly saw something rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye! In a flash, a wolfhound taller than half his body lunged at him. He instinctively raised his left arm to defend himself...
A stern command stopped the attack.
Henry looked at his bitten left arm; there was no wound, only a very deep bite mark...
The wolfhound quickly ran to its owner and lay down.
Henry looked up, and Brownsky ran out from the back door of the warehouse. Henry looked at his
bronze skin peeking through his blue sleeveless t-shirt—it was him!
{Thank goodness the bite wasn't too bad.} Henry said. {Not bad!}
Brownsky walked over, took Henry's hand, and examined the wound.
{Only a bite mark, no broken skin.} Henry felt a jolt of electricity from Brownsky's rough hands.
[It's used to guard the barn, specifically to catch thieves.]
{No wonder I couldn't see it from the window.}
[It's been getting robbed a lot lately...]
{Oh...} Henry was still looking at his wound
. {Is it male or female?} Henry asked. {Oh! I heard that female dogs are actually better at guarding the house.}
Brownsky looked at him, his gaze seemingly never leaving Henry. Hearing this, Henry looked up, and the two looked at each other. A faint smile appeared on Brownsky's lips. At 27, he already had some crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. His innocent and sincere smile seemed to want to examine Henry thoroughly. {Ordering beer?} {Not really, just a few friends getting together.} Brownsky walked towards the shelf, and Henry followed him.
Brownsky's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked,
{A case...} The two said in unison,
{Yes! I don't need to say more.}
[What else?] Brownsky had already nimbly climbed onto the shelf.
{Hmm....} Henry looked at his muscular calves, the thick
black shorts covered in hair, and it seemed like one could see right through them...
[Still Beck?]
{Hmm... Oh! No! I want McGonagall.} Henry felt a change inside his jeans. He reached into
his pocket and deftly pulled them down.
Brownsky looked at him and handed him a pen and paper.
{No...} Henry quickly pulled his hand away, and two coins fell out with it...
Henry took the pen and paper and quickly signed the order
. As he wrote, he noticed that Brownsky's shorts were bulging.
{Yeah! I do a lot of things with my left hand...}
He handed the pen and paper back to him and bent down to pick up the two coins that had fallen at Brownsky's feet.
{Today...}
Brownsky reached out his right hand and gently stroked Henry's smooth, curly hair. He knelt down and kissed Henry's cheek. Henry suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Brownsky, and the two stood up. Brownsky's hand slid from the ends of Henry's hair to his cheek, holding Henry tightly. He pressed his lips to Henry's, feeling Henry's deep, slow breaths through his nose, revealing a longing for life and a long-suppressed sexual desire.
Henry's hands encircled Brownsky's back, rubbing back and forth, occasionally moving to his firm buttocks, intentionally or unintentionally pushing against himself, letting the two erect heroes compete and rub against each other.
Brownsky loosened his grip and said
, "You'll only know if you try..." He then removed Brownsky's vest. Henry didn't answer, but placed his hands on Brownsky's chest, inch by inch, carefully and tenderly touching every muscle. His hands slowly moved down, gently stroking his abdominal muscles, two...four...six...past his navel...
He pulled down Brownsky's shorts, exposing his proud member. The glans, perhaps nervous, trembled slightly. He half-held it with one hand, while the other hand roughly gripped his right buttock. He enveloped him with his mouth, transmitting heat in the most primal way through his pride, reaching deep into his soul... His breathing quickened. Even his strong legs couldn't withstand the itch at the root. He was half-bent over, and Brownsky half-pushed, half-dragged him to the ground.
{Is anyone there?} He unbuttoned Henry's shirt one button
at a time, teasing Henry's nipples with his lips.
{Hmm...} Henry took a deep breath, loosening his belt, then his underwear, letting his penis breathe.
[He'll probably be back in about half an hour.] He continued to lightly lick his nipples with his tongue.
{Ha...giggle...} {It's so itchy, I've never been like this before.} {A little.} {...What do you want to do?}
[...] He didn't say anything more, but forcefully pulled down Henry's jeans...
Brownsky stood up, naked, and walked towards the shelf.
Henry looked at his back and the powerful swaying of his hips, anticipating a passionate start.
He took out a piece of rope from a large box.
Henry recognized it as the rope they usually used to secure beer bottles, but it was thinner.
{You like torture?} Henry got up and walked towards him...
He said in a tone that was both affectionate and slightly commanding,
{Then how are you going to tie me up?}
Brownsky straightened the rope, looked up, and familiarly tossed it upwards, around a horizontal bar high on the shelf. Henry clumsily tied his hands high above him. He looked at him; his abs were even more defined, his massive frame standing before him like a perfect sculpture, his well-defined thighs glistening with sweat in the sweltering air… No statue could be more real than this one. Thick, arched eyebrows, deep-set eyes, chest rising and falling gently with each breath—who could truly sculpt such vitality?
Such a perfect work of art…
He felt a pang of guilt…
Brownsky teased him with a hint of wickedness, as
Henry hugged him from behind, his hands searching his entire body. He kissed Brownsky's shoulders, his lips brushing away his sweat. Whether it was his wild imagination or Brownsky's love of beer, the sweat exuded a soft malty scent, which he tasted lightly with his tongue, not wanting to miss a single drop, imagining that Brownsky was the embodiment of beer. "
It's Heineken, isn't it..." he thought...
His hands began to masturbate Brownsky... or perhaps it was masturbation... anyway, the two were already one...
Brownsky's already erect penis, held in his hands, grew even more proud under the passionate caresses. An irresistible surge of hormones surged from his testicles to the glans, seeping out and making it even more lubricated...
Henry's right hand was not idle either, roaming over the inside of Brownsky's thigh. He boldly rubbed it up and down, because he had never been able to treat a man so unrestrainedly, touching him, kissing him, possessing him... and he, unable to resist, unable to refuse, silently endured everything that he gave him...
Henry would occasionally stroke Brownsky's testicles, using his left hand to rub them rhythmically, then rub them back and forth against the outside of his scrotum.
Brownsky writhed, tilting his head back and pressing his face against Henry's ear, breathing on it and occasionally biting it. Henry's large penis pressed tightly between Brownsky's buttocks, the two natural life forces merging in excitement and impact...
Brownsky's hands were bound, letting Henry bite his shoulders and kiss his neck, his manhood becoming even more erect, a pleasure shooting up his spine to the heavens. He couldn't help but tremble...
He whispered,
"{brownsky....}{oh....brown.....brown...}"
Brownsky made his request,
and Henry reluctantly let go, moving around to face him. He touched the tip of Brownsky's glans with his tongue, greedily sucking and licking around the shaft, exploring the phytoncides emanating from the primeval forest with his nose, his nose probing wildly between Brownsky's legs! He inhaled deeply every now and then, his thick lips lightly enveloping the thick, thin scrotum. Brownsky's scent deeply attracted him, and the rich, primal aroma emanating from the base deeply moved him...
Henry knelt on the ground, using his other hand to pleasure himself...
Henry took the shaft into his mouth, then swallowed it, but he couldn't quite manage it, as the penis was simply too large.
He slightly tucked his jaw, afraid that his teeth might accidentally hurt Brownsky.
His lips were more precious than anything else in the world;
at this moment, he wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, the pinnacle of enjoyment!
Brownsky involuntarily swayed his hips, thrusting towards Henry. Even though Henry gripped his right hip tightly, he couldn't stop Brownsky's powerful thrusts, which continued straight towards him! Thrust after thrust... into his throat!
He couldn't bear it anymore; the violent impacts made him feel suffocated, his breathing unable to keep up with Brownsky's arrogance and audacity!
He was losing his mind, oh no! He was losing his mind! Or both?
Henry couldn't find the answer... He was about to faint... He endured it; he had to pay a price.
For enjoyment, for Brownsky, he had to balance pain and pleasure...
Brownsky, while enjoying himself, turned his head to Little Wei lying beside him and said
, "Are you crazy?" Henry paused and said,
"[It's... spying on us!]"
Henry ignored him, still passionately sucking on him. Henry released his grip and started using his hand instead. "Have you ever raped it?" Henry asked half-jokingly. While using his hand, Henry licked the glans, which had turned from pink to dark red. "That's... a biological instinct..."
He coordinated with Brown's movements, sometimes speeding up, sometimes deliberately slowing down, sometimes gripping tightly, sometimes relaxing...
Brown's breathing became rapid.
"Are you enjoying it?..." "Wait... a minute." Before Henry could finish speaking, he felt Brownsky's testicles contracting upwards.
Then, a thick, semi-transparent liquid shot out with Brownsky's spasms, landing on Henry's lips and chest...
Henry was sucking and licking the remaining fluid, occasionally stroking his still slightly throbbing penis. He stood up, brought his mouth to Brownsky's lips, and wanted to share this essence with Brown...
Brownsky turned his head away; he had simply never done this before...
But Henry didn't see it that way. He cupped Brownsky's cheeks in his hands, guiding his love juices into Brownsky's mouth. Brownsky was helpless; his bound hands couldn't stop Henry's passionate kisses...
He hung there, seemingly weak, his body pressed against Henry's. He had already climaxed, but Henry's magnificent manhood remained high!
[Put me down...] Henry untied him, his hands slightly bruised.
{Does it hurt?} Brownsky grabbed his penis and began to masturbate him
. Brownsky held him like the lever of a forklift...
"[Come on! Let's go inside...]" Brownsky hadn't finished speaking, still holding Henry's hand, dragging him towards the back door of the warehouse.
{Hey! I can walk by myself...} Henry pushed Brownsky away impatiently, but pulled his large hand to his waist, and wrapped his other arm around Brownsky's waist. The two walked side-by-side towards the small back door.
Brownsky turned around and said to Xiao Wei, who had followed him ,
"He closed the door
." Henry looked around. The facilities were very basic, there were no windows, a powerful electric fan creaked and groaned deafeningly; a large iron bed, the bed frame seemed to have been replaced with wood, the size was a bit off, but the pillows and sheets were neatly folded; a large television sat on the table, almost taking up half the table, and a pile of other miscellaneous items—quotations, empty beer bottles, an alarm clock, old newspapers—were all scattered together...
{Are you sleeping here?}
Brownsky turned around, suddenly picked him up, and placed him on the bed.
He had never known he was so light... His heart was racing!!
{You....} Henry then realized that Brown was still holding a rope.
Brownsky deftly tied Henry's hands to the headboard on either side, then his feet. Henry didn't say anything, just quietly watched Brown. He couldn't help but recall Brownsky sweating profusely as he struggled to tie up the beer crates... His heart pounded even faster.
Brownsky climbed onto the bed, sitting on Henry like a horse.
{You know what I'm thinking?} {Sixth Sense!}
Brown's hands slid gently down Henry's arms, his hot body already covered in sweat.
{The victim reached orgasm before being killed!} Sliding over his shoulders, then under his armpits...
{Giggle... It tickles.}
He deliberately tickled him .
{I'll blast you off with a cannon!}
Suddenly, he thought of something, jumped off the bed, and walked towards the door. Henry then noticed an old small refrigerator in the corner.
{Others are fine too...} He took out two bottles of Budweiser and sat on the edge of the bed.
{Aww!! So cold!}
He tossed one bottle onto Henry's abs, who shivered. His taut eight-pack abs rippled evenly with the Budweiser. He groped around on the messy table. The room was almost dark with the door closed. He couldn't find a bottle opener, so he used the corner of the table. With a snap, a hissing foam immediately gushed out. The white bubbles seemed even more conspicuous in the dim light. Brownsky brought it to his lips, slurped a sip, and watched him, intentionally or unintentionally licking the foam gushing from the neck of the bottle with his tongue, from bottom to top, licking again and again...
He brought the beer to Henry's lips, and
Henry, as if finding a spring in the desert, gulped it down, the beer seeping from the corner of his mouth, sliding down his chin, and dripping onto his chest. Brownsky snatched the beer from him, casually tilting his head back for a swig. There was still about half a bottle left.
{Ah...} He poured the beer over Henry's head, until not a drop was left...
{Oh...} The foam disappeared quickly. He licked the beer that had slid across his lips. Brownsky picked up another bottle, quickly pried it open, and said to Henry,
"[To you!]" He poured the beer onto Henry's erect penis .
"[The cannon's damp... I don't think it's usable!]" Henry shuddered again.
{It's an overheated engine that needs cooling down!}
Brownsky returned to him, clinging to him like a warrior taming a tiger. His physique was rather lean; while not exactly burly, his muscles were truly well-developed, especially when they contracted and relaxed, the sweat between the lines always deeply moving Henry. He gently poured beer onto Henry, the fine foam spreading across Henry's chest, scattering in all directions. He slurped some, drank some, or licked... or sucked...
{Oh...it itches...} Henry writhed,
his taut muscles becoming even more textured and glossy with the beer seeping in. The strong smell of beer permeated Brownsky and Henry. Brown turned his back, facing the foot of the bed, and sat on Henry. Henry stared at his back, and through his nerves, he strongly felt Brown's lips wiping his penis! Brownsky, while sucking, rubbed another mysterious hole below with his hand, his five fingers weaving between the short pubic hairs near the anus, occasionally probing with his middle finger.
{Oh, no!} He hadn't intended to have anal sex!
[Don't be afraid, it will feel good.]
His middle finger tried to penetrate deeper, but Henry's writhing expressed his protest; he felt it was dirty!
{I don't want to...} Henry knew begging was useless, so his tone became more tactful. His middle finger was already halfway in; the feeling of being penetrated was truly peculiar, a little painful and a little itchy. The sudden thrust made him feel like he needed to urinate, a feeling like he had been holding it in all day and was about to release it. His muscles tightened, a strong surge of pleasure accompanied by a dizzying mix of pain and ecstasy as his middle finger was inserted. He spat out some saliva to help lubricate his finger, and as his anus tightened and loosened, he played with it wantonly. He picked up a wine bottle and shoved it into his anus!
{Ah!!!!!} He screamed, the rumbling fan scattering his voice in the air,
the cold bottle opening making his penis feel an inexplicable, enormous pressure! It felt like it was going to tear him apart!
[Scream. Scream, no one will hear you] He mocked this bound beast like a tamer.
{Oh...ah...ah...}
Brownsky slowly slid in and out of the neck of the metal bed. With one hand he manipulated the Budweiser, the other gripped Henry's penis, stroking it rhythmically. Each time the Budweiser penetrated deeper, Henry's penis became even more engorged, and he began to move in sync with it, causing the metal bed to shake even more violently. Brownsky's penis also began to react, like a ship's cannon about to fire at dawn, swiftly reaching its highest angle in salute!
Brownsky used one hand to loosen the ropes
binding Henry's legs, pulled out the bottle, placed one hand on Henry's lower abdomen, and the other on himself, channeling his life into Henry's body! Henry's mind was a blur; he said nothing more, half-bent over to meet Brownsky's rhythm. The hot steel rod and the cold sensation were different; his excitement manifested in his breathing. Brownsky hadn't forgotten him either, manipulating Henry's pleasure with his hands...
{I...I'm going to...cum...}
Brownsky pulled out
his penis, one hand on himself, the other on Hemry, the two of them enjoying themselves.
{Ah...I...}
The strong masculine scent mixed with alcohol filled the room... Brownsky lay on top of Hemry, panting...
"Brown, I have a question for you..." He nudged Brown, helping him sit up.
"If you had to choose between a man and beer..."
"Which would you choose?"
"Does it still hurt?"
"I might not be able to walk back..." Henry sat up. "Those two cases of beer..."
"Cheers!" Henry smiled at him
. "I would choose a man..." Henry added.
"...and then ask him to bring me some beer!"
(...Willy!...Willy!) The iron gate slowly rose, and Steve was calling for Willy...

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