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"Squat on his face - make him eat your hole," I directed Trent. The boy-turned beast happily complied, straddling Ben's body with his leather boots and doing a deep squat until his asslips made contact with Ben's mouth. A gutteral moan vibrated through Ben's whole body. He shifted slightly (as much as was possible in his position) to get a better angle at Trent's musclehole. Trent just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmm- - - nice. Eat it Daddy!" His heavy stretched balls draped over Ben's chin, and his meat continued to fill out until i could see a thick, long vein pulsing along the top. "Want some lube?" i asked, staring intently at the huge holewrecker. "Yeah - sure," Trent answered, starting to lose his focus in the haze of sex. I grabbed the bottle of J-Lube and squeezed a glob into his palm. He slowly smeared it along the top of his cock (making the vein stand out even more!), and then gripping his meat from the base, he started lubing and stroking like a sexy pornstar. "I need to fuck!" Trent said, raising his body off Ben's slobbering mouth. He was a little unsteady, after squatting for so long, so i stood and reached out to steady him - placing my hands on his muscular lats. "Fuck! You're a fucking horse, man!" I said, complimenting Trent on his worked out bod. "Thanks," he answered. "I figure if you wanna fuck like a porn star - you better godamn look like one!" he laughed. I slapped his firm butt and rubbed my hand across his pumped pecs and abs. "I'd say you could fuck any porn star you want, stud! Trent stepped down off the plywood platform bed, his boots landing in two heavy thuds on the concrete floor. He immediately aimed his rock-hard cock for Ben's open gape. I climbed up on the bed and slid down behind Ben's head, resting his head in my crotch. I grabbed his ankles and pulled back, which in turn raised his gaping hole in line with Trent's dripping cock. "Fuck man! Fuckin' hot hole!" Trent said, staring at Ben's mancunT. Ben was speechless. I could see his face in the mirror, his eyes locked on the huge meat that was about to fuck him. I'm sure the heavy doses of meth were keeping him from talking, but the opening and closing of his wrecked hole said it all! Trent shoved two fingers - then three - into the slop bucket of an ass in front of him. Then four fingers. Then his whole hand! "Fuuuuccckkkk!" Trent drawled, his big cock bobbing up and down. "Fuck 'im!" I directed. "Breed 'im with that big Texas horsedick!" That's all it took - Trent leaned forward, making contact with the stretched foreskin on the head of his cock. I saw Ben take a deep breath, and then exhale, as Trent drove his meat in deep in one slow, deliberate thrusT!!! Trent took his time - slowly drawing his cock out (like a syringe) - and then leaning forward and letting his bodyweight drive his meat deep into Ben's hole until his clipped pubes made contact with Ben's asscheeks. I could feel Ben's body vibrate from the ecstasy he was feeling from being filled with dickmeat. I shifted my body to one side so that my cock was within reach of Ben's mouth, and he eagerly started sucking like he'd found a man's pacifier. Trent just continued his steady attack on Ben's greedy hole. "Hey - this lube's startin' to dry out - you got anymore?" Trent asked, trying to work up some spit to slicken his dick. I looked around for a water bottle, but couldn't find one within reach. Then, a nasty thought ran through my sleazy mind... I managed to climb out from under Ben's head, and took a standing position facing Trent. Aiming my cock in Trent's direction, I started to piss - a dark yellow stream hit Trent right between his pecs, and ran down his ripped abs, finally pooling on the base of his cock and Ben's wrecked hole. "Fuckin' A, man! That's some piggy shit - but it's workin'," he grinned. The warm, dark piss mixed with the dried lube, and instantly made it nice and superslick again. "Any chems in that?" Trent asked, picking up his pace of screwing Ben's brains out. "Yeah - from a few hours ago," I said. "But, I'd say it's pretty concentrated by now." Trent motioned me to step forward and opened his mouth, signaling he wanted to drink. I was only too happy to share the contenTs of my bladder with this hot stud/pig. I could feel his throat muscles contracting as i pissed down his throat. He didn't spill a drop! When i was finished, he backed off my cock, and shook his head. "Fuck - that tasted really nasty, man! Hope I get a buzz off it," Trent stated, followed by a deep belch. I stepped down off the bed and opened the door. The cool air felt good in the warm, sweaty, black room. i stood behind Trent and reached around to play with his hard, erect nipples. "Oh man - that's gonna make me cum!" he said. The harder i squeezed, the faster he fucked. Ben's body slid around the rubber sheet like a rag doll - he would try to grip the edges of the foam rubber mattress, but he was no match for the bull that was fucking him. When i noticed the lube starting to get sticky again, i would reach down and scoop some of the 'juice' off the rubber sheet and smear it on Trent's thick meat. Behind me, a crowd had started to form in the open door - about five guys all stroking their cocks and straining to get a good view of the action in the small room. "Gonna cum," Trent panted, his cock relentlessly pounding Ben's hole. Ben was totally relaxed - just letting the assault on his ass happen - happy to be full of dick and piss and chems...and soon, more cum. Suddenly, Trent's body stiffened. He raised his head to the ceiling and let out a loud wolf howl - "Ow, ow, owoooooooooo!!!" i looked down and could see the base of his cock pulsing - shooting load after load of thick poz cum into Ben's hole. Behind me, i heard the grunts of one of the onlookers, and when i turned to look, he was emptying his load into the twink kneeling in front of him. My slimy dick was slick with lube and Trent's sweat - sliding up and down on his broad, muscular back. (God, i luv communal sex!) Trent finally let his cock slide out of the sewer hole he'd just fucked - followed by a huge, sloppy fuck fart from Ben. Trent leaned forward and gave been a tongue deep kiss - "Thanks man! Your ass is fuckin' incredible!" "Oh no, thank you!" Ben replied, still in a stupor from the XXXtreme breeding he'd just had. "Anytime you want a hole to use," he said, sitting up and reaching to stroke Trent's softening dick. "You want the door open, or closed," i asked. "Closed, I guess," Ben answered. "I really need to get up and walk around - get some water." "Come on up to my room," i offered. "I've got water and gatorade. We could all use a break!" The three of us gathered our things, making sure we had our towels and keys, and headed out into the cool hallway. The crowd parted as we walked out, half-disappointed that the show was over. They stared as three hot pigs walked naked down the narrow hallway. i turned around before we turned the corner and said to the remaining guys, "Don't worry - we'll bring him back soon, ready for more!"

Jackson—February, 2022 This picks up immediately after “Even Bigger Than I Thought…” and is the finale. I take a break and walk around the lounge. Things seem to be on pause with the other men, so I go out to my car for my lunch. I listen to NPR for a bit while I watch some men leave and others arrive. I check the rearview mirror to see if there is any of the Handsome Man’s jizz in my beard, but I don’t see any, so I head back in. I circle the lounge and end up in the gay end. The first thing I see is the Marathoner on his hands and knees. He is giving head to an older man with longer gray hair. I have seen the Marathoner suck cock before, but it’s not something I think of him doing. Everyone wants his big tool, so he gives it to them. Or not. He has sucked me, but for maybe 45 seconds before grinding his ass in my face. Here he is acting like a bitch in heat. He is doing everything he can think of, with his mouth and hands, to get this man off. I enjoy watching him. The Marathoner senses something, looks up and sees me. He is flustered. He makes some mumbled excuse to the man—and takes off, cramming his own meaty schlong back in his pants. I don’t see him the rest of the day. Damn… I go back into the alcove and stroke. I hear sex happening behind me. I turn. The guy the Marathoner was sucking is now sucking two men standing before him on the couch—from which he’s never moved. I watch him go back and forth on the two guys. I focus back on the porn. An older man steps from the shadows in the far corner next to the screen. I have seen him here before—he is very sub. He nods at me. His hands go behind his back and he kneels in front of me. I let him work on me until his knees give out. He goes in search of a man who will give him cum. “This place is wild today.” It’s the Long Haired Guy the Marathoner was sucking. He comes into the alcove. “Nice!” he says, seeing my wet cock. He sucks me enthusiastically, if not well. When another man comes in and sits on the chair to my left, my new sucker goes to him. And that’s just fine. Around the corner clomps another white man in his 40’s dressed up in feminine attire. No wig. Just a mini-dress in neon green. It is a fishnet weave that comes halfway down his thigh. He has an electric pink thong covering his crotch which you can see with the large weave of the dress over it. I sigh. I’ve done my CD moment for the day. “Fuck, that’s a hot cock.” She hikes up the dress, pulls the thong aside and sits on my cock. She is prelubed. And dammit, she knows how to use her ass. She rides me, taking poppers and purring. “Fuck, my legs…” She gets up. So do I. I tell her to lean into the chair. I fuck her from behind until she begs me to stop or to cum. I stop. She pulls herself together and sashays out of the room. I go pee and wash up a little…though not for that reason… * Men are starting to leave. I find the subby guy, standing against the wall and jerking. His eyes are shut tight as he tries for an orgasm. On a whim, I kneel and take his cock in my mouth. “Oh, Sir…” he mumbles. And shoots down my throat. I go back to the alcove and stroke—afraid that I have waited too long; that I will not find a mouth or ass to use for my load. A man walks in. He might be anywhere from 30 to 40. Black, his hair cropped close to his head. He is in work clothes. And hot. He sits in the other chair and whips out his dick. “Lunch hour,” he tells me. We stroke in unison. Then: “You suck?” I nod. I cross to him and kneel between his legs. His cock is bigger than average, but not quite as big as mine. I start with his big balls. He loves this and tells me so. I can taste the musk of the work day on him. It makes my cock drip. I lick up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth. “Damn, you know how to do it…” I suck him happily—aware that his now wet balls are tightening. He’s so close to giving me his load. “Wait. I don’t want to cum yet.” I pull off him and rock back as he stands. I tell him to find me when he’s ready. He thanks me and goes out to the straight porn. I go back to my chair. I stroke. Back comes my construction guy. “I need some more of that mouth.” I willing give it to him. He stands this time. I kneel on the floor. He even fucks my face a little. His balls tighten again. I am ready…but again he stops. “You’re great—but it’s too soon.” “Whenever,” I tell him. He goes down to the arcade. The lounge is empty save for one man who sits rigidly in front of the straight sex porn, watching intently, never touching himself. I go back to my alcove, resolved to stroke one off. But I wait, hoping for the construction guy to materialize. I hear the door to the lounge open. I really want his load—which will make me blow, too. I can hear him coming this way. But it’s not him—It is a cheerful bear cub. He has a full beard, a great smile and is caring a vaporizer that looks like a cigar. “Snap,” he says, pointing at my camouflage pants and then to his own. He also has some sort of down vest, which he tosses to the floor. He wastes no time in getting out his dick. We stroke. “Daddy—can I suck that thing?” “Sure…” He comes over, kneels and gives me quite good head. The use of his hand on my shaft and tongue on my balls is really making me ready to blow. Maybe he feels it, too, for he stops. “Do you fuck? Id’ really like your cum in my ass.” “Let me at it.” He gets up and out of his pants. The Cub leans into the seat of the chair, arching his butt towards me. It’s a very hairy ass. I kneel and begin to tongue his ass crack. He moans---and tells me to eat him out. I concentrate on his hole. I am so ready to drop the load I have been edging for at least four hours. I spit one last time on his open pucker. I stand up and push the gob into his hole with my dick. He gives way easily. I am halfway into him in one push. He gasps. I slow down for the next half. He eggs me on—“Breed me, Daddy. I need cum. Breed me good.” I begin fucking him in earnest. It’s going to take no time at all. “I’m so close with your big Daddy dick in me. So close….” He is not lying. I can feel his ass tighten around me. But it’s what I want, too. “I’m gonna breed you,” I grunt out. “Do it. Breed me good.” That does it. I fire into him. Spurt after spurt. I hold onto him tightly. I can feel his ass clutch at me again—as he unloads on the chair seat. I pull out. He cleans me off. And gives me his number… The original can be found here: From My Side of the Sling: Bookstore Saturday Three: "I Need Some More..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 16, 2022.