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Chapter 16: A Second Bathhouse Interlude The next morning, Saturday, Thomas’s father called and asked if he could come spend the weekend to help him out with a couple things around the house. His father lived about 50 miles away and these calls came in from time to time. “Do you want me to go with you?” I asked after they had hung up. “No… it’s nothing major. Just the usually stuff that he has a hard time with these days. You’ve had a long week… you need to relax.” I had no intention of arguing the point so I helped Thomas pack an overnight bag. A kiss as he prepared to open the garage door turned into a blow job and I took advantage of the opportunity to play with his ass again. He let me finger him until his cum flooded my mouth. And then he headed to the car. And I had weekend to myself. I spent the afternoon watching bareback porn online, jacking off, fingering myself… basically getting myself all worked up. When it started getting dark, I checked the GPS app we use to keep track of each other when we are traveling. I confirmed he was at his father’s house. I changed into a pair of nice tight jeans and a black button up shirt and headed to “boystown”. I visited a few bars. One of the bartenders recognized me and we talked for a minute. I had been a regular in the bar for years before Thomas and I got together. He asked what I was up to, we chatted for awhile. Then he gave me a little kiss on the cheek and had to get back to work. 
I hung around in the bar for a bit… but, even as the crowd began to pick up, I felt very out of place. Most of the crowd was in their twenties and it just made me feel old. Another bar and more or less the same thing. A couple more stops, a couple drinks in each one, and I was feeling very relaxed and very horny. It was around 10:00 by this point. It was only a few minutes walk and I was walking into the same bathhouse. It was early but the crowd was already busier than it had been on my last visit. Once I was wrapped in nothing but a towel I began to prowl the rooms and hallways. I started in the video room again. A small crowd was watching the videos. I sat next to one guy, his hand under his towel, jacking his dick. He spread his thighs slightly in acceptance and I soon had his meat in my throat. He held the back of my head tight to his crotch, not taking his eyes off the porn showing on the screen, until he shot his load down my throat. As I passed by the jacuzzi, one college age guy had another bent over the side. He was sliding his bare dick in and out of the second guys ass and their grunts and moans reverberated throughout the area. I joined the small crowd watching them for a few minutes before wandering on. I decided to walk through the private booth area. The booths were situated in what, at one time, had been a single large room but had been divided into a series of hallways with doors to the booths on each side. A number of the booths were closed and dark, either not yet rented for the evening or the occupant was cruising another another part of the bathhouse. From other booths you could hear the grunts, moans, and unmistakable sound of fucking drifting through the closed door. Other booths were open and I slowed down enough to get a quick view of the occupant. It was about halfway through the second hallway when I found something that caught my interest. The door was open and the dim light in the room was on and I quickly took in the two guys lounging in the room. Both were black, their dark skin contrasting with the white towels they wore around their waists. The first guy was leaning against the wall of the booth, his eyes catching mine as I walked by. His dark chest was smooth and hairless, but a tantalizing treasure trail started just under his hard abs and disappeared under his towel. I gave him a little smile. He did not smile in return, offered no greeting, but his eyes scanned me up and down. The second guy was sitting on the bed, watching the small TV screen mounted on the wall, playing some porn I couldn’t see from outside the room. His hand playing idly with his cock under the towel. He was a bit older that the guy standing, a bit stockier, and with a thin layer of hair on his chest. I slowed down slightly, but neither of the guys reacted to my presence so I continued on. Reaching the end of the hall, I circled back and walked more slowly past their booth. The first guy, the one standing, still didn’t smile or say anything but his eyes met mine and his hunger was obvious. I paused at the doorway, leaning against the door frame, and holding his gaze. The second man spoke but didn’t look at me. “You comin’ in or what?” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I looked from one man to the other, unsure where to start. The younger guy pushed me roughly to my knees in front of the older one. I untied his towel. His black cock was not quite fully hard and I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a couple strokes. About 7 inches, cut, and thick. He pushed my hand away. “Get your bitch mouth on that dick, motherfucker.” I happily obliged. I bent forward, wrapping my lips around his thick cockhead then sliding down, allowing it to fill my mouth. His hands gripped the back of my head and he pulled me down and forced his dick to the back of my mouth and into my throat. “Shit, Devon.” He said to the younger man with a laugh. “This fucker can take a cock.” The younger man bent over my shoulder. “Is that true, bitch? You like big, black cock?” “Mmmm…” With the cock in my throat I could only moan my assent. “Well… this is your lucky night, cunt.” The younger man, Devon, said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was smiling now. A cruel smile. “You are going to get plenty of big black cock.” I felt him pull my towel away and then he gripped my hips and pulled me up, still bent over and his older friend’s dick still working away in my throat. The younger man knelt behind me, opening my buttocks with his palm. I felt his tongue lick my pucker then stab inside me. He pulled back. “He’s no virgin, Ty.”.” He said before diving back in. “Good.” The older man said. He gripped my chin and pulled my face up enough to look at him without losing his place in my mouth and throat. “I’m in no mood to be gentle tonight.” The younger guy continued to rim my ass, occasionally spitting to add more moisture. He bit the tight ring around my pucker and I jerked forward, sliding the older man’s dick a little deeper into my throat. They both laughed. “I bet you want to get fucked.” The older man, Ty, said. “Don’t you, bitch?” I raised my ass for Devon, the younger guy, letting my actions be my answer. I hadn’t seen his dick yet but hoped he had the meat to back up his cockiness. Ty pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped it against my face. “Beg for that dick, cunt. Tell my man Devon how much you want it.” “Please.” I begged. “Please fuck me. Please give me your dick. I feel so empty, please fill me up.” “Tell him what you want.” The older man ordered. “Fuck me. Fuck me with your black cock. Fill me with your cock. Fill me with your cum! Make me your bitch…. make me…” The older man cut me off my shoving my head back on his dick. Devon was behind me now. I could feel the tip of his dick pressing against my barrier. Pushing against my hole, only his spit for lube. I pushed back and felt his dick open my sphincter and begin to push into me. “Yeah…” the younger man moaned. “Look at that little white ass take that black dick. Damn! That is a sight.” He thrust hard. Pushing into me. Opening me up further. My hole obedient opened before his assault, taking him in, allowing him to slide into the root. His balls slapped against my ass. “Shit yeah!” He moaned. I guessed he was about the same length as his friend but not quite as thick. Ty was fucking my throat in sync with the thrusts into my ass. He was fully hard and I could tell he was leaking pre-cum. I was too busy to stroke my own dick but it was hard and dripping as well. “I bet he could take more in this ass, Ty.” The younger guy said. “I bet this fuckin’ slut can take both of us at once.” Ty pushed me off his dick as the younger abruptly pulled out of my ass. I was left feeling abandoned and empty. The older man stood up, pushing me to my feet as well, and the younger one stretched out on the bed. His hard dick was standing like a flagpole above his crotch. 
“Get on this dick, bitch.” I obediently climbed onto the bed and lowered myself onto his cock. I sighed contentedly at feeling him inside me again. I started riding up and down but Ty pushed me forward until I was laying chest to chest with the younger guy. He then climbed behind me and I felt him line his 7 inch dick up to my hole, ready to push in next to his friend. I felt a moment of panic but then acceptance. i wanted this. I wanted their dicks inside me, fucking my hole, using me, giving me their cum. I might not be able to find another dick like Mr. Johnson, one that could reach so far into my guts, but together these two were thick enough to stretch me out. I felt the second dick push forward and groaned. For the first time in a week, I felt filled. The older man rested his hairy chest against my back and pushed himself deeper. His sweat coated my back. There was pain, but it felt so amazing and I begged him to get in me. To bury his cock all the way inside. “You like that?” The younger man said, carefully thrusting into my hole… careful not to slip out or make Ty slip out. “You like those two black dicks in your white cunt?” “Yeeeeaahhh…” I moaned. “Damn. You are a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you? Just a fuckin’ slut.” “Yes, sir. I’m your slut.” The continued pumping me, squeezing me between their bodies, filling my ass, stretching my hole. I didn’t want it to end but I knew it couldn’t last for long. “I’m gonna shoot.” The older guy said. His breath was hot against my neck as he buried himself in me. His dick pulsed inside me and I felt his hot seed filling me. “Yeah… give it to me. Give me your cum.” “Fucking whore. Fucking cum whore!” He moaned as the last of his load escaped his dick. He softened and slipped from my hole. I started riding Devon’s dick again. He was thrusting his thighs up to meet me. His eyes holding mine, I felt mesmerized. “Here is comes, white boy.” His body shuddered and he froze. His hands clamped my hips, holding me in place, his cock balls deep in me, firing pulse after pulse of hot cum. I was hard as a rock but neither of them made a move to touch me. When I tried to stroke myself they pushed my hands away. “Pussy like you doesn’t need to get off.” Devon said with a cruel laugh. We all lay on the bed for a few minutes, not speaking, catching our breath. The older guy finally broke the silence. “I need to rest for a few minutes. Why don’t you two go shower and clean up? Devon… I’ll catch you in an hour or so.” I obediently stood. Devon grabbed our towels and threw them over his shoulder. He opened the door and ushered me out into the hallway… both of us naked. His cock swung freely at his hips and the two loads I had just taken dripping out of my ass. A couple guys were loitering in the hallway, most likely they had been listening to our fuck session. Devon put his hand possessively around my waist, his palm cupping my naked ass cheek and pulled me close. His body was so hard and firm and I obediently let him guide and control me with that hand on my ass. By the time we reached the shower, his dick was hard again. He had me face the shower wall and slipped his dick back inside me. He moaned in my ear, calling me bitch, slut, whore, pussy…. until he rewarded me with another load. 
By the time he had finished we had a small crowd watching. “Stay where you are.” Devon told me. He gestured towards one of the onlookers who quickly stepped into position behind me. Another cock slipped into my hole. I’m not sure how long I was in the shower. 30 minutes? An hour? If felt like forever. It felt like no time at all. In the end, the last of the men finished with me and walked away. Devon had long since gotten bored and wandered away. Cum was dripping down my legs. I had taken 8 loads in my ass tonight… and other couple down my throat. 
I turned on the water and stood under the stream for a few minutes before soaping myself up. My towel was nearby, Devon had left it for me on a peg. I headed back to the locker room and then home. What a fantastic night.

Chapter 15: Boundaries For better or worse, the rest of the week was too busy to even think about getting away. An actual project got dropped in my lap on Tuesday morning that had to be competed by Friday. I made sure to take some of the work home with me during the week so Thomas could see me working on it late into the evening. If nothing else, it would make sure that he didn’t have any doubts about my whereabouts on Monday. Calvin was still distant but he did seem to relax a bit as the week went on. He didn’t mention our fuck session and I felt no need to bring it up. He would talk about it when he was ready. That time finally came on Friday afternoon. A few minutes after wrapping up the project and submitting my report, he entered my office and closed the door. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes kept looking away, and he had an envelope in his hands. “Stephen, can we talk for a minute?” “Sure, have a seat.” I gestured at the chain facing my desk. “What’s on your mind?” “Well… i think you know.” “Do I? “ I asked innocently. I wasn’t going to let him off too easily. He sighed. “It’s… it’s about… last week. You know.” “Mm hm.” I said, noncommittally. “Since starting here, I’ve tried very hard to be the best I can be. To be respected and accepted. I never intended for anything like that to happen… for you to see me act like that.” “Like what?” “Please don’t make me go into this. This is hard enough as it is.” He handed me the envelope. I opened it and glanced as his letter of resignation. “I see.” I sat the letter on my desk without taking my eyes off him. “Calvin, don’t you like working here? Are you unhappy?” “No, no.” He stammered. “I love this job… but I feel so humiliated.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “Why? I don’t know any reason why you should.” “Stephen… you have to understand.” He looked away, unable to look me in the eye. “Until a couple weeks ago, I had never been with anyone. You know… sexually. And now you’ve seen me acting… like that. Like a slut.” Well. So Calvin had been a virgin until recently? That explained a lot. “Let me guess. You met Dan and something clicked inside you. Something woke up.” “Dan?” “The man who came in at the end on Friday. After everyone else left.” Calvin nodded. “And other men since then, I assume. He had you meet other men there as well.” I didn’t need to see Calvin nod to know the answer. “Listen Calvin. I was right there with you. I don’t see any reason to be embarrassed. You are a man. You have needs. It just so happens that other men fulfil them for you. Like they do me.” He started to protest but I held up my hand for him to stop. “You are a good man, Calvin. There is nothing wrong with you. Look.. you are a great assistant and an asset to the company and to me. If you want to leave, I can’t stop you, but I would like you to stay.” “I don’t know…” “We can keep everything strictly professional if that is what you want. Lots of guys experiment, Calvin. It doesn’t have to mean anything.” His was looking down. “But it does mean something. I liked it. Since that first time, I can barely think about anything else. I see guys and I think about them… naked. Fucking me.” I chuckled. “It’s like a kid in a candy store. We all go through the same thing, you know. When I first came out, I had just started college. I had known I was gay for a long time but never acted on it. You know how if you get a bottle of pop and shake it up… when it opens, the pressure makes it shoot everywhere? Well, I was the same way when I came out. I shot everywhere… or let every willing guy I could find shoot in me.” He laughed. His cute little laugh. His cute little smile. His shoulders finally relaxed. “So… what I’m saying… there’s is no need to resign and there is definitely no need to be ashamed. Ok?” “Ok, Stephen.”
 “So no resignation? You will stay on?” He nodded, suddenly determined. “Yes. I’ll stay.” 
“Good. Now it’s late, you should head out for the weekend. Go to a gay bar, to a club. Just relax and have a good time.” “I think I will.” He stood up and walked to the door. He paused there before opening it. “Stephen… do you want to get a drink with me sometime? In a gay bar or… wherever?” 
“I would love to. Anything for my favorite employee.” He laughed again. “It’s a date.” I caught myself staring at his ass again as he left and I knew I would be back inside him soon…. once a guy becomes a cum slut he never really stops (he just hides it the way I did for the last three years). The next time I would get him to top me as well. Make sure this was a mutually beneficial relationship. Reaching over, I dropped his letter into my shredder. When I got home, Thomas had the curtains closed and candles out. “What’s the special occasion?” I asked. “Just a reward for my hard working man. You’ve been so busy all week… “ I gave him a kiss and was surprised by the passion when he kissed me back. He used my shoulders to steer me over to the couch. He pushed me, playfully, until I sat down. He stood over me and moved closer. “And just what do you have on your dirty little mind?” I teased. “I’m sure we will think of something.” He unbuckled his belt and then opened the front of his jeans. His hand slipped inside the fly and pulled his dick out. He was already hard. “Oh… look at what’s come up?” I leaned forward and took him in my mouth and he moaned above me. I put my hands on his ass and pulled his pants down, out of the way. I worked his dick and he put his hands on the back of my head, pulling me forward as if he could magically make his hard on bigger so it could fill my mouth. Thomas has always been skittish about having his ass touched… maybe it threatened his masculinity and his self-perception as a “total top”. But, somehow, I felt now was the time to try. My hands caressed his glutes, massaging them in time with my sucking. I slipped my hands inward, targeting his crack. He tensed up but didn't stop me. Emboldened, my fingers began to explore his crack. Finding his hole. Circling it. Teasing it. His hands found my wrists as if to pull me away but he still didn’t stop me. “Stephen… “ he moaned above me. I looked up and he stared me in the eyes. “When you get fucked… do you like it? Do you really like it?” I didn’t look away. i just moaned my assent. I kept sucking, kept fingering him. Circling his tight rosebud. Gentle pressure… don’t want to scare my little doe here. Resistance. My finger circling. Pressing. His body shakes above me and the tip of my finger slips inside. He gasps and I am gentle. Finger circling just inside him. Pressing. A little deeper. HIs eyes close. Perhaps he wants to pretend he is someone else, that it is not Thomas getting his ass fingered. Not Thomas liking it. His dick is so hard. I stretch his hole a little more before he finally moves my hands away. He pulls me, with an urgency, to my feet. Bending me over the couch in front of him. He slips his dick inside me, bareback again, and rides me. He is so turned on that he only lasts a couple minutes and then his whole body tenses one final time and he unloads inside me. I fight down my regret that his dick isn’t bigger…that he can’t satisfy me. After a moment he pulls out. I roll onto my back, a trickle of his cum dripping from my ass onto the couch. He snuggles next to me on the couch. His head rests against my chest. His eyes glued to my dick. I tug it and it gets hard. I stoke. He watches. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t turn away. Just stares at my dick as I stroke it. I think of Dan and how good it would feel for him to fuck me again. About David Johnson and how he filled me up, how he made me his bitch like no other man had before. The thoughts excite me. I get harder, the head of my dick is red… almost purple. I slip a hand past my balls and finger myself, working the same finger inside me that had been inside Thomas. I can feel it building. I can feel Thomas staring, fascinated, at my cock about to blow. I feel it in my stomach as I reach the point of no return. “Oh… fuck!” I hiss. Cum erupts out of my cock and coats me from my belly, onto my thighs, onto Thomas’s face. Thomas is still watching my dick. He watches as I milk the last drops. He watches as my dick finally begins to soften. He doesn’t touch my dick but I feel his finger on my stomach. Swirling in my cum. He brings it closer to his face and I think he is about to taste it. At the last minute, however, he looks up at me and slips his cum coated finger into my mouth. We stare into each other’s eyes as I suck and lick his finger clean. He says nothing, just turns back to look at my dick again. I moved an arm down his back and cup his ass cheek in my palm. We lay there together until we drifted into a peaceful sleep with him on my chest.

Chapter 14: Bathhouse Interlude I started in the video room. There was one guy there… Wow! Mid twenties with a smooth chest and back, nice six-pack abs, toned arms and legs... Clearly this little jock had spent a good amount of time in a gym. His brown hair was tussled and moussed. No doubt he was gay… even if he wasn’t sitting in a bathhouse. I sat on the bench not far from him, stroking my dick under my towel. I tried to make eye contact and give him a smile. He turned away. I shrugged. Not up to his standard I guess… although I’m not sure who he was hoping to meet in a bathhouse on a weekday night. After a couple minutes, I moved on. I made my way to the steam room. Empty. I felt myself getting slightly irritated and cursed myself for going into a bathhouse so early. Had I just wasted $15? I sat in the steam room for a few until it became uncomfortable. As I opened the door to leave, the jock brushed by me. I paused at the door, my eyes followed him as he sat on the steam room bench, but again he didn't even look at me. The room I’ve always called “The Cocksucker’s Arena” was a bit more promising with several guys loitering. The main part of the room is surrounded by a low platform maybe a couple feet high and three or four feet deep. A railing ensured no one would fall off.... and provided a place for guys to lean against. A man leaning against the railing was just high enough that someone standing beneath him would be at crotch level. A cocksucker's paradise! Tonight there were several guys in the room but no one was on the platform… so everyone was just loitering. I wasn’t in the mood for loitering so I went up on the platform. I reached under my towel and gently tugged my dick. I felt someone reach under my towel and push my hand away. The man feeling my dick was a tall, thin guy below me. Even in the dim light, I could see a lot of gray in his dark hair... best guess he was in his early 40’s. His face had a bit of stubble… not enough to be a beard but clearly he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. Very scruffy. He was handsome although I guessed he spent a little too much time at a desk and not enough time in the gym. I didn’t really care what he looked like though. Right now I just wanted someone to suck my dick. He stroked my cock for a moment under the towel and, apparently pleased with what he felt, pulled it out. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the sensitive head and worked it with his lips and tongue. His hand slipped under my towel and began to tug my balls gently. The scruffy man swallowed my shaft down his throat. His stubble scratched my thighs and pelvis as he worked energetically. Then back to focusing on the head of my dick. He ran his tongue across the tip, tasting my pre-cum. Out of the corner of my eye, i noticed someone walking onto the platform. The jock who had ignored me twice before. The guys below us swarmed like sharks to get his attention but the jock stood well back from the ledge. He walked around the platform slowly, coming to a stop behind me. Without moving away from the scruffy guy working my dick, I turned my head and gave the jock a smile. 
He looked me in the eyes but didn’t smile back. His hand was working his clearly hard cock under his towel. His eyes moved down my back and focused on my ass. Mmm… the evening was definitely looking up. I shifted my weight slightly, showing off my ass. He reached forward and rubbed my butt without a word… he was hot and knew he knew it. He knew he could probably have any bottom he wanted in this place tonight. I felt proud somehow that he had picked me....his earlier rejection only made my victory sweeter. 
The jock pulled my towel away and dropped it on the floor. He rubbed my naked ass and I bent forward at the waist, leaning over the railing, raising my ass in clear offering. Scruffy guy put his head through the railing to keep my dick in his mouth and throat. The jock pulled my ass cheeks apart. He made a hocking noise and spit into my crack. He rubbed it around my hole, then his middle finger found the center my pucker Pushing in. More spit. Two fingers now. Stretching. Opening me up. The scruffy man licked his fingers and reached between my thighs, adding his spit to my hole, helping lube me for the jock. I bent The jock pulled his fingers free and pushed the other man’s hand away. He pulled off his towel and draped it over his shoulders. His cock was about 6 inches long, cut, and nicely thick... but his balls, hanging heavily below his dick, we're truly impressive. He spit on his dick then positioned it against my eager hole. No mention of condoms. No discussion of status. He lay on top of me, his muscular chest against my back, his weight heavy on me. His hands reached over me to the railing for leverage. And then he pushed hard into me with the arrogance and impatience of youth. Beneath me, scruffy was working the head of my cock. Licking the edge. Caressing it with his lips. Teasing me with his teeth but never actually biting. The jock’s big balls rested across my ass. He was a hot fucker… but part of me still felt empty, unfulfilled... wanted to feel that utter fullness that Mr. Johnson had given me. Still, this was a nice dick attached to a hot young jock and I wanted his load. He began to thrust. Hard. In and out of my ass. His balls slapping my rump. I could feel his heavy breath on my ear but he didn't say a word. Didn't make any effort to kiss me. I was just a cum dump. Somewhere to shoot his load. Several new guys had entered the room, drawn by the noise of our fuck. Jealous eyes watched us, wishing they could be the ones bent over for his meat. The jock was putting on a show for them. Slamming my ass mercilessly. His cock was already swelling. Those heavy balls pulling up. His breathing heavy. His thrusts eager now He groaned in my ear. His fists clenched tightly to the raining. And he came. His bare dick erupting in my ass. Pulsing wave after wave. Filling me with his seed. And in the way of young men, he stayed hard. He kept thrusting. Scruffy guy had me deep in his throat again. Milking me with the muscles in his throat. Tugging at my balls. "I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. Scruffy guy held me deep in this throat as his fingers slid past my balls, into my hole. Thrusting his fingers in time with the jock's cock. I came and his gulping throat worked around my meat. Then pulling back. Licking my cockhead. Sucking Teasing out the last drops until my dick began to soften. The jock tugged at my shoulders. Pulling me away from the railing and the cocksucker below. Arching my back although his chest was still pressed against my bent form. I could feel his heart, racing in his chest. His dick swelling again. His balls tightening again. His body tensing again. I clenched tight around his dick, my anal muscle gripping him. That pushed him over the edge and I felt him give me a second load. He pulled out of me, pulling a glob of his cum. I could feel more inside my guts. Damn! This boy could produce a heavy load. "Thanks" I whispered to him over my shoulder. He didn't reply. He didn't even look at me. He picked up my towel he had dropped on the floor and used it to wipe his dick before tossing it absently at me. Then he just wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled away. I guess he was done with me. I felt a tap on my thigh. Scruffy was still there. He gestured for me to turn around I did and he pulled my ass back to the partition. He planted his face in my cleft and began noisily licking my hole. I put my towel to my face, savoring the smell of the jock's sweat and cum. Scruffy's stubble scratched at my sensitive sphincter but that only added to the sensation. More of the jock's load oozed out and he licked it up. Scruffy turned me back to the railing, pulled me down for a kiss, and fed me some of the warm cum he had worked from my ass. We made out for a couple minutes before he moved away and I headed to the showers. I couldn’t stay out too late, after all. Thomas might get suspicious.

Chapter 13: Morning Quickie On Monday, Thomas woke me with his uncovered dick prodding my ass. His arm was around my chest, pulling me back to him. I was surprised. I don't think in our three years together, we had ever had sex twice in the same week, let alone two days in a row. Hell we usually went a month or more before he was in the mood again. “Do you want me to get a condom?” I asked, hiding my smile. After his reaction to sliding his bare dick into me the night before, I already knew the answer. “No… it felt so good last night.” He mumbled. “I want to do it again…you know…that way.” I could tell he felt a little guilty about it, so I pushed back against him before he could reconsider. I wanted to reinforce how good bareback felt.. and make sure he never wore another damn condom. He slid in fairly easily of course and then I clamped down on him again so I didn't feel too loose. He moaned as he pumped my ass. “If I had known how good this would feel, we would have done it years ago.” “You like it baby?” “Oh yeah… i feel so much closer to you.” I kept the pressure on and he quickly came just inside my hole. My ass had started to recoverer from Mr. Johnson's fuck and didn’t feel quite so stretched out this morning. I could feel Thomas's little dick more than the night before… a bit more anyway. I still felt unsatisfied though and I fingered myself in the shower after we were done until I shot a rope of cum down the drain. It had been a quick fuck, so I wasn't even late getting to work. Calvin was at his desk when I came in. He blushed when we saw me and then looked away, unable to meet my eyes. “Good morning, Calvin.” “Good morning, Stephen.” He mumbled. 
I raised an eyebrow. If he wanted to try to pretend nothing had ever happened - that I had not fucked him myself or seen him beg for an HIV infected load - I was ok with that. I could picture Dan after he had fucked me. “I’ve had you.” He had said. “On to something new.” I didn’t say that to Calvin, of course, but I could now understand the sentiment. I wouldn’t mind fucking Calvin again at some time… he did have hot ass… or letting him fuck me if I could get him to do so. But now that I had him once, he didn’t make me feel quite so horny. Dan on the other hand… I couldn’t say why but I desperately wanted another fuck from Dan. I really needed him back inside me. It was one of those strange days around the office. Calvin had drawn into himself. Jack was avoiding me. I even saw Mark Merritt at one point and thought about his hot son. Around 11, I wandered over to my restroom to see if there was any action going on but the renovation team was actually working in that area now so it was completely inaccessible. Oh well, that was fun while it lasted. As the day went on, I felt more and more horny. There wasn’t even a safe place to go beat off now. I stayed behind my desk most of the day… I had to really. I kept catching myself rubbing my dick through my pants. I think I was sporting wood for about 4 hours straight. I was - somehow - still able to be productive and complete several tasks that had been building up for the last couple of weeks. I finally left he office a bit after 6 o’clock. My ass was twitching and I needed some action. I sat in the car for a few minutes, considering my options, then sent Thomas a text claiming I had a project get dropped in my lap and letting him know I would be late. A short time later, I was parking my car into the gay district. It was a Monday - so everything was a bit quiet - but there were a few hot guys walking around or heading into the bars. I didn’t want to go to a bar, however. Too much social pretense. I just wanted a fuck. I didn’t really plan it… but it wasn’t long until I found myself in front of one of the bathhouses I used to frequent before I met Thomas. I hadn’t been in one in years. It was getting dark now but I looked around, making sure I didn’t see anyone I knew. Then quickly ducked inside. The reception area may have been painted since I was last in, I’m not sure. The smell of the place, however, had not changed. It was that seedy smell of man-sex, of cum, of chlorine from the jacuzzi, and of the harsh and cheap chemicals they used to clean the place. It should be repulsive, I know, but it just made me shiver with anticipation. My “lifetime membership” was still on file, of course, so I paid my $15 for a locker and towel, and headed to get undressed. The mindless and throbbing music felt a bit out of place on a weekday evening but brought back fond memories. The locker room was empty - never a good sign - but I quickly removed and stored my clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist and set off to explore.

Only point I will mention is that (in some jurisdictions) you could in theory be prosecuted for not telling him in advance. (My understanding is that some jurisdictions will go after you even if the discussion had taken place.). Not sure about the laws in Montreal. Of course, considering the circumstances (sounds like he was taking multiple loads and most likely this wasn't his first time), if he could ID you there could be legal ramifications. When I tested positive some years ago, it was not possible to identify who had infected me let alone all my sexual partners. I wasn't "looking" for the bug but I wasn't really avoiding it either.

Chapter 12: Something New For Thomas On Sunday, I made sure I wore a pair of pants that were tight and snug around my ass. Throughout the day, I made sure to keep touching him. To kiss the back of his neck, to brush gently against his nipples, to stand close and have him put his arms around me…. but never for long. I wanted him to feel a little horny. That evening as we sat on the couch watching TV, I rested my head against his chest. I gave him little kisses on his neck, nibbled gently at his ears. His arm found it’s way around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I slid my hand under his shirt and touched his nipples. He shivered… his nipples are very sensitive. My head worked lower and I kissed his belly. Lower. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He lifted enough for me to work his pants down. Lower. My lips kissing his dick through his white briefs. Pulling the briefs down and his dick, hard now, springing out. I took his dick in my mouth, trying not to be disappointed again that he wasn’t larger. His hands moving down my back. Caressing my ass. Working a finger under my belt. I stood up and quickly got undressed. “Get a condom.” He said. Damn, I hated those things more now than i had even a week ago. A quick run to the bedroom for condoms and lube. 
I sheathed him up and hovered myself over his lap. Kissing him, caressing him. Keeping him hard and excited. Slowly, I lowered myself down. His dick sliding easily into my hole. I quickly sank to the base and it felt like someone had slipped a finger inside me. I wanted something bigger… needed something bigger. I suppressed my frustration… I just wanted to please him. But I just felt bored. He thrust for a couple minutes and then stopped. A frown crossing his face. “What’s wrong.” “Nothing…” He said. He sat unmoving, his dick in my hole slowly deflating. “Did you cum?” He said nothing, just pushed me off of him. He slipped off the condom and walked to the kitchen to throw it away. “Thomas… what’s the matter?” He looked at me. He looked angry. “I couldn’t feel anything. I could barely tell I was inside you.” A moment of panic. “Well…” I tried to come up with something. An idea hit me. “Maybe… maybe it was the condom?” He looked at me like I was speaking another language. “They cut down on sensitivity. Maybe this brand is just a bit too thick.” “Oh come on… Do you really expect me to believe that?” “Why don’t we try… why don’t we try it without.” He paused, considering. He wanted to believe me. “Barebacking is risky.” “Thomas…we’ve been together for years. Have you been with someone else? No? Then it’s safe… we would have tested positive otherwise.” I ignored my own lies. I pulled him down to the couch. He was completely soft. I licked him, ignoring the nasty taste of the condom. “I don’t know… maybe I’m not in the mood anymore.” He said but didn’t push me away. 
I put a finger to his lips to silence him. I used every skill I had, every technique, my three years experience on what turns him on, my knowledge of his most sensitive areas. His dick began to harden. When he was ready, I resumed my position above him and lowered myself down. I clenched my ass as tightly as I could. I watched him closely as I sank onto his shaft. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply. “Oh my god. That feels so… different.” “You like it?” I whispered in his ear. “It feels so different… so much better. So warm… I can’t believe how you feel inside.” He was thrusting up to meet me now as I rode up and down on his prick. I rode him, for the first time his cock bare in my ass. Maintaining my focus to make sure I kept my hole tight for him… tight as humanly possible. For the first time, i was glad that he had always used condoms… he had nothing to compare it with. "Yeah...." He moaned. "That just feels amazing!" It only took him a few minutes. Then he gripped me tightly to him. Planting kisses on my chest. And he came inside me for the first time. My dick wasn’t even hard but he didn’t notice. We showered together and went to bed in each others arms. It was nice… but I needed more. I loved Thomas, and he made me so happy… but, sexually, I just needed more.

Chapter 11: Apologies and Lies Thomas was still at work when I got home. I got in the shower and cleaned up… I didn’t want him to see me in that state. My rosebud was still lose but painful to the touch. I cleaned inside as best I could. After the shower, I started a load of laundry including the underwear I had been wearing. Then got dressed and ran my suit to the dry cleaners. No evidence. We didn’t speak much that night. Thomas was still upset from the conversation over the breakfast table and I… well… I was tired, sore, and didn’t really want to look him in the eye. After dinner, we sat on the couch and watched TV. We didn’t speak. It was like watching TV alone but we were together. At one point I tried to put my arm around him but he pulled away. I pretended to fall asleep on the couch and he went to bed alone without trying to “wake me up.” It was at least a couple more hours before I fell asleep on the couch for real. The sun coming in through the window woke me on Saturday morning. I opened my eyes and Thomas was stilling in the chair watching me. I gave him a little smile. “Morning, honey.” “Morning.” He replied. My heart fluttered as he smiled back. God… despite everything I loved this man. “I’m sorry about yesterday.” “I’m sorry too.” “I shouldn’t have treated you like that yesterday morning. I’m just tired and stressed from work.” I lied. “No excuse for treating you like that.” “And I shouldn’t have accused you of that. I know you would never cheat on me.” I couldn’t meet his eyes but hid it by making room for him on the couch so he could sit beside me. He kissed me gently on the lips then held me for awhile. I could have almost fallen back to sleep in his arms. Eventually he got up to make breakfast for us both and I got in the shower. We spent the day shopping and just wandering about town. I swear, it was like every gay guy in town was out and about. I did my best to not crotch watch every hot guy we walked by or imagine them naked. My ass was still ore… but it was also hungry. It wanted to be filled again. By the time we got home, it was late. When we went to bed, I was horny as fuck. I tried to rub his dick to get him aroused but he just said he was too tired. We made out for a little while and he fell asleep. I snuck off to the bathroom and rubbed out a load which took about 30 seconds.

Working hard on Chapters 11 & 12 now. (Not sure why I'm posting 2 chapters each time... guess I just started that way so now my OCD wants me to see that pattern to the end.). :-)

Chapter 10: Friday Main Event David Johnson removed his coat and handed it to one of the other men. Then his tie and shirt. His dark skin made his muscular chest even more captivating. He unbuckled his belt and then stepped behind Calvin and I so we could see him in the mirror. He made eye contact with us through the mirror as he unzipped his pants. His pants parted as his heavy black dick pushed it’s way to freedom. As I’ve said. I have a slutty past. I’ve been fucked by too many guys to mention. And I’ve never seen a dick this big. I know it sounds like bad porn but it is true. I’m no virgin but that thing terrified me. It would really rip up an ass. He stepped out of his pants, now standing - naked, hard, and proud, behind us. His dick was close to a foot long, cut, and — again, I know this sounds like a bad porn cliche — as thick as a coke can He chuckled as both of our eyes widened in fear. He was incredibly sexy, and not just his dick. His tall, chiseled body. His face that could have been on a model. His confidence… he stood completely naked in a restroom with five other men and there was not the slightest hint of reservation or embarrassment. He walked around to my face. “You had better get me pretty wet. It will still hurt when I fuck you but it might make it slightly easier.” He didn’t ask if I wanted it… he just knew I would no matter how terrified that monster was. I obediently took his head into my mouth and worked my way down his shaft. My lips were stretched around him and it was a struggle to keep my mouth wide enough to not scrape him with my teeth. He pushed through my mouth and and further. Hitting my throat. I gagged. He pushed through it. Deeper. My eyes were watering. Deeper. 
I couldn’t breathe. My face turning red. “Relax.” He said. He pulled my chin up so i was looking up to his face. “You can take it.” He didn’t pull back. Just held in place as my throat convulsed around him. And I wanted to take him. I really did but my body continued to convulse. My throat filled with mucous and spit, trying to dislodge the invader. He pushed deeper. Tears were running down my face. Click. The giant man stood nearby with a phone taking pictures with a phone. “God, that’s hot.” My vision was blurred. I felt light headed. about to pass out. At last he pulled back out and I gasped for air. My body sagged and the stocky man had to hold me up. Mr. Johnson walked behind me. Giving his shaft a few tugs. “You ready for this? I’m going to change your world.” I could only nod. I could’t speak yet. His dick found my hole. It clenched against him. The slapped my ass, hard. “Open up, bitch.” Pressure. His dick pressing against my battered sphincter. His hands found my shoulders, pulling me back to meet his hard cock. 
Pressure. My ass straining. Wanting him. Wanting to block him. Pressure. My hole shivering. Surrendering. Stretching. Pain! Oh god, the pain. His pushing dick, my sphincter defeated, unable to stop him as thrust back and forth. Pushing himself deeper with each downward stroke. “Mmmm. Look at that white ass dancing around my prick. Now that’s beautiful.” Click. More pictures. His dick in my ass. Pictures of me, bent over and taking him. Pictures of my face in the mirror as I watched him using me, dominating my ass. Then, suddenly, he pulled back and I felt empty. Click. Pictures of my hole. I could only image how stretched out it was. I shuddered, my body weak. Mr. Johnson was behind Calvin now. Calvin’s head was turned around. A look of absolute terror. He wasn’t pulling away, however, and held his ass lined up with the black dick that was about to enter him. Calvin made a sound that I cannot describe as Mr. Johnson pushed into him. It was barely human. It was fear, and pain, and need, and pleading all in one. From my position, i couldn’t see much but I could make out that the bulbous head was inside and the shaft slowly sliding inside. Click. Click. Click. Calvin’s turn to be photographed now. I’m not sure if he was even aware. Nothing else existed for him at that moment but his ass and that big dick. I watched. A growing sense of jealousy coming over me. I wanted that dick back inside me. I needed it to. I raised my ass back up, spreading my cheeks and making my offering of myself clear. A chuckle. Mr. Johnson pulled out of Calvin and stepped over to me. Pushing back in. The pain still incredible but I pushed back. Meeting his thrust. Feeling him pound harder. Sink deeper. He still wasn’t all the way inside but was continuing toward that goal. Calvin leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues entwined in an uncontrollable lust. And then, emptiness again. The dick back to Calvin. His breathing ragged as he tried to get it all the way inside. Calvin’s fingers in my hair, pulling as our lips and tongues battled. A sound of despair as Mr. Johnson pulled out of him again. Back to me. Pushing in deeper than before. How much farther? I had no idea. But I knew I wanted him in me balls deep. Thrusting deeper. Then back to Calvin. Back to me. Back and forth he moved. Stretching us both out. All the while the sound of the click of a camera on a phone. I can’t say how long it lasted. Time had no meaning. The only respite he gave us is when he moved back and forth between us. Allowing us to catch our breath before returning. Then, at last, I felt them. Slap. Slap. In time with his thrusts. His balls hitting my ass. He was in all the way. I had done it. A moment later, he went back to Calvin and the sound repeated. We had both taken him all the way. Back to me. I moaned like a bitch in heat. I wanted his load. I wanted him to cum inside me and never stop. His dick was impossibly hard as he rearranged my guts. He was grunting now. “I’m ruining your ass, white boy.” He said. “You may never feel satisfied by a smaller dick again.” Back to Calvin. “You two are going to be haunting every bar, every street corner, every park… just looking to feel satisfied again.” “I don’t care.” Calvin moaned. “This feels so good, please don’t stop. Please.” Ignoring the plea, Mr. Johnson moved back to me. His breathing was ragged. “Are you ready, white boy? You ready for me to change your world for good? Your hole is so ragged, I’m going to charge you up for sure.” “Please, give it to me.” I begged. “Give me your load. I want it. I want your bug!” Thrusting. Harder. Grip tightening. Dick swelling, and then…. “Take it then, you stupid bitch. Take my dirty seed and get what you deserve.” 
His dick spasmed and pulsed deep inside me as he I pushed back against him to keep him tight in me but he pushed me forward and slid out. Back to Calvin. Still hard, he continued to thrust. I turned to watch. The dark skin of his legs and thighs stretched tight as he delivered the final thrusts and fired the rest of his load deep inside Calvin. “Oh fuck!” Mr Johnson cried. “Take it, pretty boy. Take my load in your cunt.” Calvin just kept repeating “Thank you” over and over again. Mr. Johnson pulled out, and put his dick into Calvin’s mouth. Calvin hungrily sucked and got the monster as deep in his throat as he could. Mr. Johnson pulled out and calmly got dressed. The stocky man moved behind us and began to lick and finger our holes. “Time to go.” Mr. Johnson said and the stocky man stepped away leaving us both still bent over the counter. Within minutes the four men were gone. Calvin and I sagged to the floor. We sat next to each other, feeling the cum slowly drip out of our asses, not saying a word. We both looked up as the door opened. Somehow I wasn’t surprised to see Dan walk in. He looked at us and laughed. “Looks like you boys had fun.” He came closer and knelt down next to me. He reached out and slipped three fingers into my hole. My hole was so lose I barely noticed them. “Hmmm… Not as tight as you used to be.” He laughed. “Your hole has been thoroughly wrecked. Still want another fuck from me.” I nodded but said nothing. “Not today, obviously. I doubt that stretched out hole would even get me off. Need to let you rest up a bit. Plus… there is one more thing you need to do.” I looked at him blankly. “You said you were married. The next time I fuck you, I want your husband there. I want to fuck him as well.” He dropped a piece of paper in my lap. “There is my number. Call me when the arrangements are made. Oh… and you two look like shit. i would just leave by the back door… people are going to talk if they see you in your current state.” And he was gone. I sat on the cold bathroom tiles my mind slowly starting to think again. How in the hell was I going to get Thomas to agree to a three way? Let alone talk him into getting fucked… small dick or not, he considered himself a “total top”.

Chapter 9: Entertainment … and four men walked into the room. The first man was one who I recognized. David Johnson is a member of the Board of Directors of the company. The tall black man was an occasional visitor to the office. As always, his suit was impeccably pressed and perfectly tailored to his athletic frame. I had never actually spoken to him, but he had a reputation for his brilliant business sense (he had sold his first tech company five years ago when he was 24)… and for his ruthlessness when anyone got in his way. The next two men were strangers to me. One was short and stocky. He wore a suit as well but it was stretched He watched Calvin and I, both with our pants still pushed down, with barely concealed contempt. The third man was thin. His suit hung limply around him. His face was gaunt with the wasted look that every gay man recognized. If the stocky man looked at us with contempt, this man appeased us with what can only be described as hunger. The fourth man didn’t look familiar but there was something in the way that he looked at me that made me think he knew me somehow. He was about 40, his hair gray around the temples, and he had his suit jacket tossed over his shoulder. “Well…” Mr. Johnson said. “This is a pretty picture.” I felt Calvin scramble beneath me and try to pull his pants up. I took a step back. “Stay where you are!” We both stopped and Mr. Johnson nodded. “Dan has outdone himself this time.” We must have looked confused because a couple of the men began to laugh. “Oh yes.” Mr. Johnson said with a hint of a smile. “Dan and I go way back… we were kids together. We even became POZ around the same time. These days we have a little arrangement. I use my connections to make sure his company gets construction projects and he makes sure I get… let’s just say he makes sure I get entertained.” Mentally the pieces began falling in place. A construction foreman willing to take so many risks, doors left open for strangers to come in, cameras placed in this room… I had forgotten all about those cameras when I saw Calvin earlier. This room had been set up specifically to provide “entertainment” as Mr. Johnson called it. Had I not stumbled into it, someone else would have been steered here. Maybe that was how Calvin had ended up involved. “These gentlemen are… associates… of mine. We’ve had a busy morning and now it’s time to relax a bit. You are going to provide that relaxation. Do you understand.” “Yes, sir.” I replied. Calvin nodded. “Good. Get out of those clothes. Now.” The four men watched as Calvin and I quickly stripped down until we were standing naked in front of them. The four men were still fully dressed and watched us from their position near the door. “Turn around and bend over the sink counter.” Mr. Johnson ordered. “You are both very familiar with the position.” Calvin looked a little scared and glanced my way. i gave him a small reassuring nod and we turned around and bent over next to each other using the sink to support us. Our asses were raised and on display. The gaunt man moved first. He ran his hands appraisingly over me but then moved to Calvin. “I’ll start with this one.” His hands ran down Calvin’s back, then caressed his ass. His palm split my assistant’s crack then he easily pushed two fingers inside him. Calvin grunted at the invasion. The gaunt man turned and faced the others. “Nicely opened up.” He laughed. He pulled his fingers out and put them in front of Calvin’s face. “Open your mouth, boy.” Calvin obeyed and the gaunt man inserted the fingers, with traces of the two loads Calvin had taken, into his mouth. The fourth man was standing next to me now. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. Even though I didn’t recognize the man, I recognized the dick… this long but thin dick had fucked me on Wednesday. He bend over and whispered into my ear. “I’ve been wanting to drop another POZ load into your ass for two days, make sure my Gift takes.” I took his dick into my mouth without being asked and he quickly started to get hard. The gaunt man had removed his pants, saying something about not wanting to get cum all over them, and was rubbing his dick up and down Calvin’s crack. As always, I found myself appraising the dick: not quite 7 inches, reasonably thick, and cut. His hands were gripping Calvin’s hips, pulling him back slightly, positioning his cockhead at Calvin’s hole. Calvin’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. I doubt he had expected the day to go like this when he came to work this morning. The gaunt man pushed forward and sank his entire shaft deep into Calvin’s ass. I could see Calvin’s face clench in pain but the gaunt man let out a sigh of contentment. “Yeah, boy.” He said. “Grip that cock. Squeeze your pretty little hole for me.” He began thrusting vigorously. This seemed to get my man excited and he pulled out of my mouth and he walked behind me. I was not lubed, and hadn’t been fucked today, so it was a bit harder for him to slip into me this time. He was determined, however, and his narrow shaft was able to pry me open. I moaned as he worked in and out of my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I could see Mr. Johnson still near the door. He was watching and rubbing his crotch. The bulge forming there was already… impressive. Meanwhile the stocky man had taken the place near my face. He pulled out his dick and pushed his uncut cock into my mouth. His shaft was short… maybe 4 1/2 inches or a bit less… but very thick. His dick head tasted salty like piss. I’ve never been into waterspouts, but I was so turned on I swirled my tongue around his head and under his foreskin to ensure I cleaned every drop. The gaunt man was pulling his dick entirely out of Calvin’s hole and then slamming the full length mercilessly back until his balls slapped against Calvin’s ass cheeks. The impact was enough to move Calvin’s entire body. Calvin’s mouth was open and a low moan of ecstasy escaped from somewhere deep inside him. I could see his dick was hard and red. He was close to blowing another load although his hands were on the counter to keep himself balanced. My own top was sawing in and out of my hole. “God.” He said. “Look at these two pussyboys! Two little whores taking any dick they get offered.” His hand slapped hard against my ass. “You like that boy? You love getting filled with cum don’t you.” I could only moan in response as the stocky man’s dick was filling my mouth. “Yeah. Just a cheap slut, aren’t you?” He glanced over at his neighbor and noticed Calvin’s hard dick. “Hey, Jim.” he said to the gaunt man. “Looks like your boy is loving your dick. He’s about to blow.” The gaunt man only grunted. The stocky man, however, pulled out of my mouth and moved over next to Calvin. He gave Calvin a little kiss on the lips, which Calvin returned, allowing the man’s tongue into his mouth. The stocky man then scrambled under Calvin and took his dick into his mouth. I could see Calvin tense up. The stocky man reached back and slid a thick finger in next to the gaunt man’s thrusting dick. Calvin’s eyes snapped open wide and his whole body shook. The stocky man’s throat began pulsing as my assistant lost control and shot his load into his mouth. At last his body sagged with release. The gaunt man grabbed his hips and held him in place. “I’m not done yet, bitch.” he continued to thrust fiercely in and out. Calvin was clearly feeling sensitive now, but didn’t complain and met each thrust. I could feel my own top, however, swelling inside me. “Ugh! Here comes a toxic load for you, you dirty slut.” As he had on our previous encounter, he pushed deep inside me and I felt his thin shaft convulse deep in my guts. “Oh, yeah, you motherfucker. Take my seed.” “Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cum.” My man took a moment to catch his breath then slid out, pulling a trail of his cum out to slide down my ballsack. He had barely stepped back when the stocky man took his place. While the dick was short, his girth was so much bigger than the previous one that he still had to struggle to stretch my rosebud enough to get inside. He was already hard and I knew he wouldn’t last long. The man who had just pulled out brought his dick to my mouth and I quickly took it into my mouth. A little cum was still dripping from the head and I lapped it up. He pushed into my throat and held it there although he was softening. The gaunt man was getting close now. His fingers were digging into Calvin’s hips. His face contorted as his thrusts became erratic. “I’m going to cum! cumming!” The man with his dick in my throat laughed. “Yeah! Fuck him up. Give him the bug! The fucking little slut wants it.” “Yes!” Calvin moaned. “Please give it to me. I want it! Give me part of you to keep forever!” “Take it, boy. Take it.” The gaunt man said. His voice barely a whisper. His thrusts began to slow. This was too much for my second top. The stocky man’s dick pushed a final time into my hole and I felt him pulse inside me. “Here is another positive load for you.” He came quickly and pulled out. My ass felt empty without his thick shaft inside me. I felt him push two fingers deep inside me, scooping up some of the cum. I turned and saw he also had a couple fingers on his other hand deep inside Calvin. Then he pulled out of both of us. He pushed the fingers with the cum from Calvin’s ass into mine and the cum from my ass into Calvin, working us both deep. “There you go. A little cum from each of us for both of you.” Mr. Johnson finally moved closer from his position by the door. “Ok. That’s that’s the warmup act done. Now it’s time for the main event."

Sorry for the wait for these two parts of the story... it's been a busy week. As always, I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you have any feedback.

Chapter 8: Friday Satisfaction I went back to my office and was annoyed to see that Calvin was away from his desk. He was supposed to be working on getting some data together for a report that was due today. No point in pushing my luck. I tried to do some work in the meantime but just couldn’t focus. After my conversation with Thomas and the traffic this morning, my victory with Jack was just what I needed. Now, however, I wanted to look for these cameras in the men’s room. I was a bit stunned that Dan had done this and almost cost my my job. I found myself leaving my office and heading towards the closed part of the building. As I approached the restroom, turning the last corner, I saw someone walk into another hallway. Blond hair, about the right height… what would Dan be doing in this bathroom now? If he was coming to meet me, it was still an hour before my “appointed time”. As I approached the bathroom, the door opened and Calvin stepped out. Uncharacteristically, he was slightly dishevelled. One side of his shirt was not properly tucked in, his hair tussled, and something with his posture was a little off. He saw me and his face immediately turned very red. “Calvin? What are you doing here? This part of the building is shut down with the renovations?” “Well… I… uh…” He stammered. I can’t believe it took me a moment to do the mental math. Dan. Calvin. Dishevelled. “Calvin, step in here with me for a minute.” I gestured towards the men’s room. “I… uh… I need to get back to my desk.” “That can wait.” I gently gripped his arm and pulled him into the bathroom. The smell was unmistakable. The unsavoury but erotic smell of cum and man sex. I could even see a dribble of cum still dripping off the sink counter. “Just what has been going on in here” I said, trying to look disapproving. He looked like he wanted to faint. He started to speak but I put my finger on his lips and he stopped. I stepped closer. His eyes darted around like a cornered animal looking for escape. “Don’t worry.” I said. “You aren’t in trouble.” He looked confused. Poor boy. My finger trailed down from his lips. Brushing his nipple. He shivered, bringing a cruel smile to my lips. Further down. Over his stomach. Lower. Tracing the back of my fingers around his groin. Rewarded with a stirring from his dick. Rubbing his dick now. He signed and leaned his head against my chest. I could feel him giving me little kisses. My fingers strayed to his ass. That ass bound by those pants just a bit too tight. That succulent ass that had been the source of so many fantasies recently. I caressed his beautiful ass and he moaned against my chest. My roaming hands moved to unbuckle his belt and then push his pants and underwear down. His pants were tight enough that they caught at his thighs but that was far enough for my purposes. My hands returned to his ass. Rubbing gently into his crack. Wet. Slick. Warm cum still dripping from his hole. Dan’s cum, I realized. I turned my assistant around to face the sink, and bent him over the counter. I dropped to my knees and looked at that ass. His ass was as beautiful naked as it was when he was walking around the office in his tight pants. Firm cheeks, hairless, blemish free. It was an ass that begged for attention. My fingers gripped his cheeks and split them. I wedged my hand into his crack and rubbed the side of my hand against his hungry pucker. I leaned closer and gave his crack a little lick, savouring the flavor of Dan’s cum. Closer. Licking the tight but spasming hole. My tongue pushing in. His ass squirming, trying to push back against me, wanting to be filled. He tasted so sweet. Clean except for a little sweat and a generous helping of cum. My tongue curled and pushed inside him. Wanting to savour this most private part of him. Wanting to satisfy every horny fantasy he had been giving me recently. And I knew that, for the second time in two days, I was going to get my dick inside an ass. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop to my knees. My hard dick was aching to get it’s own taste of this hole. I stood, removing my pants and tossing them aside, then placed my hard dick against Calvin’s crack and rubbed up and down. 
“Yeah… fuck me, Stephen.” “I’ve been craving this ass. Watching you parade around the office in those tight pants, showing off your ass.” 
“I knew you wanted it.” He sounded calm now, despite the breathiness of his voice. “I could feel you watching me. I started wearing tighter pants just for you. Just to get you all horned up.” My spit and the remains of Dan’s cum had left Calvin’s hole juicy and ready for a fuck. “Here it comes then. Here comes what we both want.” My fingers nudged the top of my dick. Pushing it down, Bringing the tip in line with Calvin’s wet rosebud. I pushed forward and the tip of my dick sank into his manhole. I held his hips and pushed forward. I wanted to be in him. All the way. I wanted to feel my balls rest against his ass. I wanted to own him, to play out every fantasy, “That’s so good, Calvin. Your hole feels so good.” I gave his ass a little slap. “Yeah? You like that? Give me what you got, boss.” And I started sawing in and out. His ass was everything I had hoped it would be. It was tight but he was no virgin…but I guess I knew that from the cum he had dripping from his hole. He certainly knew how to work his hole around a cock, to milk it. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. “I’m going to cum, Calvin. I’m going to cum in your hole.” “Give it to me Stephen. Give me your load.” He grunted as my dick prodded his prostate. My balls were tightening, My breath was ragged. My heart was racing. My balls slapping against his ass. And then I was cumming. My cum deep in my assistant’s chute. I shuddered as my dick spasmed. Again. And Again. And again… At last I was spent, my dick starting to soften, and I slowly pulled out of Calvin’s hole. My cum dripping down his crack and balls. I gave him a quick lick and enjoyed the taste of my own load. I wanted to fuck him again, to feel him around me, under me. To give him another load. Then I heard the outer door to the men’s room open. Calvin was still bent over the sink but looked up. Then the inner bathroom door opened and four men walked into the room.

Chapter 7: A Bad Morning “What the hell is going on with you, Stephen?” I looked up from my breakfast. Thomas looked tired. He had tossed and turned all night after our latest fight. “Nothing. Why?” I asked. He sighed and looked out the window. “Lately. You’ve been… different. Distant.” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach but put on my best innocent face. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “Is there something wrong at work?” “No. Work is going well.” Images of my lunchtime rendezvous flickered through my mind. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. I forced my thoughts back to Thomas as he sat at the chair across our table. “You’ve been complaining about everything around here recently. Like you don’t want to be be here anymore. Like you don’t want to be with me anymore.” “I really don’t know what you are talking about.” I lied. “Talk to me, Stephen.” The plea in his voice broke my heart. “Is there something wrong? Is there … is there someone else?” I wanted to tell him. I wanted to come clean. But I couldn’t. Maybe I’m just a coward, undeserving of him anyway. “I can’t believe you are asking me that. i can’t believe you have so little trust in me.” I stood up, put my dishes in the sink, and grabbed my jacket. I had to get out of the house! “Stephen.. please…” “I’ve got to go. I’ll be late for work.” I’m sure I heard a quiet sob behind me. I wanted to stop. But I couldn’t I couldn’t tell him what was going on. Traffic was a nightmare and that did nothing for my mood. I was late getting to the office and sat in my car for five minutes minutes to calm myself before going in. Calvin was busy at his desk and I gave him a perfunctory “good morning” as I walked by. “Stephen…” Calvin called. “Jack was looking for you. He said to tell you to be in his office by 9:30 AM.” Jack. My boss. The boss who had anonymously fucked me a couple days earlier. It was already 9:20 so I dropped my briefcase and jacket at my desk and hurried to Jack’s office. He looked up as I knocked on his door. “Stephen.” His look was dark. “Come in and close the door behind you.” Shit. This couldn’t be good. I sat in the chain in front of his desk. He pulled out a manilla folder. “Stephen. Do you like working here?” “Yes, Jack. I think this is a great company and we have a great team.” He nodded. “Your performance has, in the past, been exemplary. Recently, however, I’ve received complaints from other employes.” He opened the folder and reviewed the contents. “Long lunches and other periods when you are away from your desk. “The renovation team has been working above my office a lot. The noise can give me a headache so I’ve had to take a few breaks from my desk.” That was, of course, true. Just not the whole truth. “And tardiness. You were late again this morning, I believe.” “Yes. i got caught in traff…” He waved his hand and cut me off. “I’m not looking for excuses. And there is another thing…” He seemed uncomfortable as he continued. “You know I don’t care about your personal life… I have nothing against gay people. I have friends who are gay.” Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. “But… “ he continued. “When it affects your work. When it affects this company and our image… well… I have to take notice.” He pulled another sheet of paper and pushed it towards me. It was an print out of a webpage. “Cum slut looking for loads” the headline read. I glanced through the print out. $20 for a blow job, $40 for a fuck. There were two pictures in the ad. One was a close up of a guy at a gloryhole with a dick in his mouth. The second picture he was bent over a sink with a dick up his ass. You couldn’t see the top in either picture but, despite the pictures being a bit blurry like a still taken from a video, my face was clearly visible in both. The text of the ad gave the company address and referenced an open door in the alley. So this was the ad that Dan had been posting about me. “What in the hell were you thinking?” Jack asked. “You have embarrassed this company. You have embarrassed me and the rest of the team. Senior management wants you gone.” I said nothing. What could I say. He seemed to grow more upset as the moments ticked by. 
“Well? What you you have to say for yourself?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” And then I realised that I was not quite powerless. ““Actually just one thing. If you don’t want employees turning tricks in the building, maybe you shouldn’t be there fucking them.” His face was expressionless. “What are you talking about?” “Wednesday.” I said, suddenly contemptuous. “You sure seemed to enjoy fucking me here then. It sounded like it anyway when you told me you were cumming.” “You dare accuse me of such a thing?” He seemed smug. He thought he held all the cards. “Do you think anyone is going to believe you?” I gestured to the pictures. I hoped to hell he wasn’t the person who had put up the cameras… it had to be Dan. “Look at the room where those were taken. You recognize it don’t you? Do you think I’m the only one who was visible on these videos? Won’t take much more proof than that.” His face went pale and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had him. “So I suggest you come up with a story for senior management. Maybe you can tell them that some disgruntled former employee used photoshop to try to embarrass the company. Surely that is at least as likely as a current employee turning tricks on his lunch hour.” it was Jack’s turn to sit and say nothing. i could see the gears turn in his head but his face turned paler. He believed he was caught. I didn’t have any videos, of course, but he had no way to know that. I stood up and smiled. “You know, Jack. I never knew you were gay. Guess it explains a lot though.” He blushed. He was kind of cute, I decided. For a closet case. “And don’t worry… if you do a good job at convincing senior management, I wouldn’t mind letting you have another go at my ass. I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind it either.” I turned and left him sitting, pale and silent, in his office.

Time will tell PozitiveAus. :-) In the meantime, hope you enjoyed these chapters. I do have a definite direction where the story is going... we are, I would guess, over halfway (after the two chapters I posted today).

Chapter 6: In The Middle The door to the men’s room opened… I didn't even bother to stop or slow down. This was feeling really good. After a minute or so, the newcomer knocked on my stall. I unlatched it and let him in. The newcomer was another stranger. His light brown skin and dark hair suggested latino and I guessed Mexican. His polo shirt was stretched over his broad shoulders and big chest. He was a stocky but not fat… the kind of body you associate with someone who played football in high school or college and still works out. He must have been about 6’3” or 6’4” and I the stall felt crowded with the two of us. Like my first trick, he wasn’t dressed like anyone from the office or the work crew. He stepped behind me, rubbing his cock through his jeans as he watched me thrust through the gloryhole. He stepped closer, pinning me between his body and the partition. His body was firmer than I had expected and I felt myself press back against him. I could feel his dick hardening quickly against my ass through his jeans. “Give it to him good.” He whispered into my ear before giving my earlobe a quick nibble. His hand was on my naked, flexing ass. He groped me as I continued fucking the unseen ass in the next stall. The newcomers fingers drifted into my crack and then pushed through my own lubed rosebud. I reached back with one hand and unzipped his jeans. My hand twisted into his fly and fished out his hard dick. Uncut, as I had expected, and thick. I pulled his foreskin back and his head flared out. He had an impressive set of balls that hung like weights beneath his hard cock. “Let’s move out of the stall.” He said. A disappointed groan sounded in the next stall as I pulled out of his ass. Truth be told, i was a little disappointed as well. I exited my stall and waited by the sink where there was more room. The newcomer tapped his fingers against the partition. “Come on out, man.” He called to the unseen man. “We can play out here.“ He played absently with his dick, still hard and protruding from his open jeans, as he walked over to stand next to me. The stall door opened and the first man came out. He was younger, maybe 21, and looked like one of the twinks from Euro porn. He still wore his t-shirt although he was naked from the waist down. His dick was small but hard. The newcomer gave him a quick slap on the ass. “Lean against the sink and put your ass out.” The twink obeyed and the newcomer rubbed his dick in the twink’s crack for a moment before pushing in. The twink groaned in response and seemed pleased to get a dick, any dick, back inside. “Nice hole.” The larger man said, thrusting a couple times. “But I paid good money to fuck this whore.” His head nodded vaguely in my direction but I let the term slide by. He pulled out of the twink’s ass. The twink made an exasperated noise which earned him another quick slap on the ass. The newcomer grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to stand behind the bent over twink. “Why don't you get back inside his pussy??” I obeyed and slid my dick back into the twink hole. His ass gripped my shaft tightly as if to ensure I didn’t pull out again. The newcomer stood behind me, his dick still springing from his open jeans, and pushed on my back to bend me over on top of the twink. "Te voy a meter la verga." His dick quickly found my hole and, in one long and hard thrust, plowed through my resistance and deep into my guts. “That’s what you like, isn’t it puta?” He laughed. Puta… spanish for whore. “Yeah!” I moaned. He even fucked like a football player. Aggressive. Plain. Rough. Dominant. As far as he was concerned, he owned my ass right now. And that really turned me on. He slammed hard into my hole, each time impact pushing me forward to impale the twink. We were all grunting and groaning. The big man was swearing in spanish into my ear but I didn’t understand most of it. The twink was jacking himself off beneath me and I could feel his ass tightening even more around my meat. My dick was painfully hard and my balls were rising. I couldn’t hold off anymore. My dick spasmed and my load began to shoot deep inside his guts. The twink came a moment later, his ass spasming around my dick. My top, however, was not done and kept drilling my ass, kept pushing me into the twink hole. I was spent, my dick sensitive, my ass getting sore. The Mexican kept his thrusts. Hard. Deep. Again. And Again. “Here it comes, baby.” He finally said. “I’m going to knock you up good! Toma mi polla como un hombre!" His arms were around me, and around the twink, pulling the three of us tightly together. The muscles in his arms and chest tensed and his breath caught. He suddenly stopped thrusting and his weight sagged against me. I had to struggle to keep from crushing the twink. It took the top a minute to catch his breath and then he pulled out of my ass. I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole and down my balls. He pulled me to stand up and then snapped his fingers for the twink. “Come here” Once the twink was out from beneath me, the second man bent me back down and pushed the twink’s face into my ass. The twink quickly began licking up the leaking cum, diving his tongue into my ass to capture any more. I squirmed around him eager tongue. The top then had us change places and I found myself hungrily eating my own load from the twink’s cute butt and hole. I finished by licking the cum from both of their dicks then sat down on the cold floor to catch my breath. The big man zipped up his pants but the twink sat down beside me and rested his head against my chest. He was cute and I put my arm around his shoulders and held him close. “Thanks, puta.” The newcomer called out as he opened the door. “That was a good fuck. Might look you up the next time you have an ad online…. but you really should find someplace else than an office. Someone will find that alley door you left unlatched.” Then he was gone. So Dan was advertising my “services” online now? And leaving a door open somewhere for my “customers” to come into the building. The twink was alternating between stoking my spent dick and playing with my hole while my body recuperated. “Are you really a whore?” He asked suddenly. I paused. “It’s complicated. Did you see an ad about me online?” “No.” “I’m not trying to pry, just curious… how did you get in the building?” “Well… my Dad works here. In the offices downstairs” “Your Dad?… “ My face must have gone as white as a sheet. Shit! Whose son had I just fucked? If it was one of my bosses, and he found out, it might get ugly. “Yeah… he wants me to get an internship here this summer and said to come by this afternoon. I’m in college but he wants me to get ‘real world’ experience. I was a bit bored so I wandered around and came in here.” “Um…so, who’s your Dad?” The twink was blushing. “Mark Merritt.” One of the Sales guys and not someone I really knew. The twink must take after his mother because Mark was not much to look at. I was getting hard again from the twink’s attentions… he was very cute and his mouth and ass were very talented. I pulled him close and gave him a little kiss. He seemed to like it. Within a few minutes his mouth was sliding up and down my hard dick again and I was fingering his ass. By the time I got back to my desk, I was 20 minutes late… but the twink’s mouth, his ass, and my cock were all very satisfied I even got his number and we talked about getting together again… as long as he didn’t tell his dad. That was a scene I was not ready for.

Chapter 6: Thursday On Thursday, I was back in my stall ready to go at my at my appointed time. The room was still dark enough to ensure anonymity. I stripped down to just my socks, lubed my hole, and fingered myself as I waited. I was very excited to find what had Dan had planned for me. There was something very erotic about giving him so much control. I didn’t have to wait long before someone entered and took the stall to my left. I waited just a moment for him to settle in… then signalled through the gloryhole to put his cock through. Nothing. I waited then signalled again. Still no reaction from the other side. I looked through the hole and could see a figure standing, facing the gloryhole but not approaching it... Just watching. I held my breath, suddenly afraid. Had I just freaked out some straight guy who wandered into my den of iniquity? I tried to make out anything about the figure… was this a co-worker? I could make out jeans though… so not someone from the office. I didn’t get the impression, however, that this was a crewman from the renovations team either. The other man was thin and a little shorter than me (I would even describe him as “slight”). His jeans and t-shirt looked neatly pressed even in the dim light and he was wearing sneakers… not work boots or anything appropriate to one of the workers. After what felt like forever, the man finally moved closer to the gloryhole. Instead of a dick, however, he put two fingers of his own through… signalling to me. I’m certainly not adverse to getting my sucked off so I stood and put my dick through the hole. He gave my dick a few tugs then I felt it slip between his lips and into his warm mouth. His very talented mouth. He was soon working up and down my shaft. His fingers gently caressed my balls as his mouth worshipped my cock. His tongue swirled around my cockhead, then slid forward to let me just reach into his throat. Backing off. Back into his throat, his tongue darting out and and teasing my ball sack. Backing off. Slowly siding back down my shaft, taking me deeply into his throat, then pulling suddenly back out. Never the same sensation for more than a few seconds at a time. This wasn’t the first time this guy had a dick in his mouth. I had just jacked off earlier that morning but he had my juices flowing. He was getting a good taste of my pre-cum. I heard him unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. He backed off my dick, letting it slide past his lips for the first time since he had gone down on me. ‘Excellent,’ I thought. ‘My turn to get a taste of his dick’. He kept a gentle grip on my shaft, however, and didn’t let me pull back. He was moving around in his stall. I felt my hard cock press against something… something soft but tight. It wasn’t hard to guess what that was. He held me firm and the pressure against the tip of my dick increased as he backed up onto me. I slipped inside his warm and lubed hole. I am, as I’ve said, mostly a bottom but this was a very nice and tight hole. His body still resisted but, if he wanted to be fucked, I could oblige. I pushed forward meeting his ass as he slowly pushed back again the partition. His ring was tight around my shaft. I gave him a harder thrust and he grunted. “Fuck!… that feels so good.” Not a voice I had ever heard before. “Yeah?” His response was to slide home on my dick until his ass was tight against the partition. I gave him another good thrust. He met my thrust and I began to slide in and out of his tight ass making the partition between us shake. The door to the men’s room opened…

One fetish I've never had satisfied is WS. A former boyfriend and I peed on each other once but I've always wanted to try it "from the tap". In younger days, I had a few hook ups say that they were into it but they always flaked... never showed up or just "weren't up to it" if they did.

Ok.. those two instalments not as polished as I might like but wanted to get them up. Parts 7 & 8 may not be up until the weekend. Going forward... Stephen will continue to embrace more of his slutty side, we will (of course) hear more about Dan, Calvin, and Thomas... and more!

Chapter 6: Hump Day Tuesday, however, was a complete bust. I was in the cubicle for my entire lunch hour but no one came in. At one point I heard the outer door of the bathroom open but whoever it was must have chickened out. In the end, I ended up fingering my own hole while I jacked off. God I was frustrated. Wednesday morning my stomach was in knots. Another fight with Thomas the night before had left me sleeping on the couch. It kept finding myself crotch-watching the guys around the office. Ok… like most guys, even married ones, I find my eyes wandering when I’m on the subway or otherwise think I can get away with it. Now I found myself staring at my co-workers a little too openly if you know what I mean. And then there was my assistant Calvin. I swear his pants were just a little too tight today. Stretched tightly around that perky little ass. More than once I found myself caressing my dick through my pants as he walked out of my office. What I’m saying is that I really needed a good fuck. My inner slut had awakened and it seemed it would not be tamed again. Finally it was time to head to my usual spot. I arrived 15 minutes early and noticed that the lights were a lower than the previous days. I would be hard to make out too many features in this light. As I entered my middle stall I realized someone was already in one of the other stalls. Score! I quickly undressed and hung my clothes on the coat hook and pulled out the lube. Dropping to my kneesI could just make out the guy on the other side. He was wearing a suit and it occurred to me that this might be someone from my office. I didn’t care. Putting a finger through the glory hole in the time honored fashion, I indicated I was ready for his dick. I opened the lube so it was ready and set it down by my knees. He quickly fed it to me and I took it eagerly into my mouth. If this was a co-worker, who could it be? I thought of Calvin but he wasn’t wearing a suit… just a white shirt, tie, and slacks. I was very careful not to say anything aloud in case whoever was in the next stall recognised my voice. They were strangely silent as well so I wondered if they had the same thought. This dick was a nice size - I guessed about 6 1/2 inches and cut. It was cut but missile shaped… but head was only slightly larger than the shaft. Nice and thick though so it filled my mouth up nicely as it slid in and out of my mouth. The man smelled of soap and cologne… and it was a cologne i recognised but couldn’t place… but I was more sure than ever that this guy was from the office. He also leaked pre-cum like a drippy faucet. I moaned quietly as I circled his head with my tongue to taste every drop. I took him into my throat and used my muscles there to massage him there. He seemed to like that and grunted appreciatively. My ass was twitching. God I wanted to be fucked. I put a little lube on my fingers and began to circle my rosebud then slipped one then two fingers into my spasming ass. The guy on the other side was thrusting into my throat and I was working two fingers in and out of my ass in sync. And the he stopped and stepped back, pulling his dick out of mouth mouth. I looked through the hole and he stood close to the hole, slowly stroking his shaft. He had a finger near the gloryhole and made a circling motion, front to back. I knew that signal! Oh yes… i knew it. I scrambled around and placed my ass against the partition, lining my hole up carefully with the gloryhole. A moment later I felt that familiar nudging as his dick probed to find its was inside me. I barely restrained a shout of “Yes, fuck me!” His small head slipped inside and slowly, methodically he worked his shaft deeper. Now this was what i needed! I worked my ass around him as he slid in an out. He groaned approvingly again. We heard the outer restroom door open and he stopped, motionless. A new person entered. They tried the first stall, finding it locked, then moved on to the third one. The suited man was still two thirds deep in my ass and holding. I needed him to get back to business. Putting a finger in the second gloryhole, I signalled the second man to give me his dick. A very long - at least nine inches - but thin shaft slid through and I took it in my mouth. I was a bit noisy for a moment to my suited man would know what was going on and that he was ok to continue. He still seemed hesitant so I clenched my ass around him a couple times and backed up to get the rest of him inside. That did the trick and he began thrusting again, hitting my prostate repeatedly. My dick was hard and straining although I wasn’t touching it. The second man was sliding his thin dick deep into my throat and I gagged a little bit. “Come on, bitch, you can take it.” He laughed. I didn’t recognise his voice. Apparently, neither did the suited man because he relaxed a little began grunting again apparently less worried now about being recognized. One dick in my ass and one down my throat, I was in bliss. I hadn’t done this since before I met Thomas. I had missed this feeling of being totally owned and used. No emotion except lust and the thrills of anonymous fucking. Between the two partitions, my mobility was limited. They had to do most of the work in pushing in and out of my holes. I just focused on working my ass and throat muscles to caress their hard cocks and get their loads. The suited man behind me had his hands atop the partition to brace himself as he thrust quickly in and out of my ass. He was very close. I could feel his dick straining but he didn’t stop thrusting as he lost control. 
“I’m cumming! Oh yeah… cumming!!” The suited man yelled. Shit! I did recognize that voice. I knew it well… that was my boss. My boss had just fucked me and unloaded deep in my ass. I wondered if he had meant to say anything or had just lost control in the moment. I felt his spent manhood slowly deflate and slide from my ass. I had stayed quiet so maybe he didn’t know whose mouth and ass he had just used. I kept my attention on the second man who seemed extremely aroused by the sound of my taking the first load. His thin dick was hard as a rock. The suited man, my boss, quickly cleaned himself off and within a couple minutes hurried from the room. He had not meant to say anything, i decided, as was as afraid of being exposed as I was. At the moment, of course, I didn’t care. I just wanted my second load. Now that we were alone, the second man was my focus. I redoubled my attention on dick…. less careful about noise now that he and I were the only people in the room. “Turn around.” He ordered. “Let me get a look at that hole.” “Ok.” I turned around and presented my used hole to him. He slid a finger through my pucker and finger fucked me. “Yeah… you are a slut aren’t you?” “Yeah.” I groaned, my hole still eager for more attention. “Your hole is full of cum,… you like taking it raw do you?” “Yeah… I love the feel of a dick sliding inside me.” I groaned again, riding his finger. “You know how risky that is? You might catch the bug.” “I don’t care. I need it… I just need to be fucked.” He pulled his finger out of my hole but quickly replaced it with his tongue, licking my assring and pushing inside for a moment. “Yeah, you little whore. You liked to get fucked don’t you? Don’t care about the risks?” “Come on, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.” He put his finger back inside. Then quickly added a second. “You want this dick in you? You want my long dick drilling you? My seed swimming in your guts.” “Yes.. please… please fuck me.” He pulled his fingers out and stood up. “I don’t know.” He laughed. “Maybe I’ll catch something from you.” He pressed his cock again my hole, the pulled back. Again. Teasing me. “Please put it in. Give it to me.” I tried to push back on his dick but he pulled it away again. “Such a pushy little whore aren’t you?” “Please… I’m so horny. I need your dick. I’m begging you.” I didn’t care what he thought of me. He was just a stranger, someone I would never see again… and I had an itch that needed scratching. “Well… since you asked so nicely.” He slid into my hole easily. I was stretched out from the first fuck and his shaft was so thin. He was two thirds of the way in before he met any resistance and he just pushed through that. He was already balls deep. I moaned as his thin nine inched probed me. ‘You like that? Tell me how much…” “That feels so good… you are so deep in me.I haven’t had a dick this deep in years.” He was thin enough that it didn’t hurt at all, just a nice feeling as he pushed deep, deep inside. “You want my load inside your cumwhole? I’m close…” He really seemed to be getting off from treating me like this. It was all too easy to play along. One week earlier I had been a faithful, if frustrated, married man… now I was begging a stranger I couldn’t even see to use me, to cum in me. “Yeah… give me your load. Give it to me.” “Ok, boy, here it comes. I have a Gift for you.” He slammed tight against my ass. I knew he was cumming although couldn’t feel it. He ground in and out a few times. “Let’s make sure it is nice and deep. Make sure my Gift takes. Now thank me for my Gift like a good little pussy boy.” Well… there was little doubt that I had just received me second positive load in a week. I was a little scared but it was too late to back out now. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for fucking and seeding me.” “Good boy. Now clean me up. “ I obediently turned back around and took his dick into my mouth and worshipped it with my mouth. I tugged at my own dick while I savored my own ass juices, and the remnants of the two loads I had taken. A few strokes later, my dick erupted and I shot on the floor, making sure to not get any on the man in the other stall. I waited until he left before leaving the stall. I wanted the fuck to remain anonymous. I wondered who Dan, my stranger who had first brought my slutty side to the surface, had arranged to use me the next day. I couldn’t wait.

Chapter 5: The Week After I was restless all weekend. Thomas and I had a fight on Sunday My fault. I was stressed, and horny, and was rude to him. I don’t remember feeling guilty at the time for cheating on him but, in retrospect, I must have felt it on some level and was acting out. I didn’t tell him anything of course. Monday morning, I left early for work. I was eager. All morning long, I watched the clock. I set two reminders on my phone to make sure I was in place on time for 11:30. I was still productive though… something I have to thank my assistant Calvin for. He was very organised and a hard worker. I found myself watching Calvin as he left my office at one point to work on a report I had assigned him. I had never really though about him as other than an employee but now I found myself tallying up his assets. Dark hair, thin and short, still twinkish although he was in his late twenties. Cute bubble butt. I wasn’t sure if he was gay but I pictured him bent over my desk with my dick pounding away. Beautiful sight. Yes, I am a bottom but now and then there are exceptions. Finally the first reminder went off on my phone and I quickly grabbed my coat. IAs always, I was hard as a rock by the time I reached the men’s room. I sat in the middle stall and closed the door behind me. Someone had drilled gloryholes in the partitions on either side. I doubted those where here a few days ago. I guess whoever was going to be here must want more anonymity. I pulled out my lube and made sure to generously coat my hole this time. And I waited. This was my lunch break but it wasn’t food I was hungry for. I tried to be patient as I sat on the toilet, fingering my hole, trying to keep from blowing my load. But I’m not good at being patient. My break was half over when I finally heard someone enter the bathroom and, after a moments delay, enter the stall on my left. I couldn’t see much of the man who had entered but, from the dirty work pants he wore, he was clearly one of the renovation workers. He didn’t even look through the hole to see what I looked like He just unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and stuck it through the hole. I had played at gloryholes before I met Thomas so I knew the score. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. The dick was decent size, perhaps a bit under 6 inches, and uncut. He smelled of sweat and smegma and I backed off him. His dick slid from my mouth. “Hurry up.” He hissed in a heavily accented voice. I thought he might be Eastern European. “I haven’t got all day.” I obediently took his dick back in my mouth, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. I took him deep in my throat and used my muscles there to caress his dick. I was rewarded by him swelling in my throat. He was pushing into the glory hole, and my mouth, hard enough that the partition between us shook. After a moment or two I was finding his scents were exciting me and stretched out my tongue to lick his balls while his dick was pounding my throat. I heard the outer door of the restroom open but neither of us stopped. Someone entered the room and then entered the third cubicle and closed the door. I heard them moving around. I backed off the first dick for a moments breath and glanced around. I could see an eye in the second gloryhole. Watching me. Again I couldn’t see enough to ever identify the man but clearly another of the construction workers. I turned back around to continue taking the cock that was being pounded into my throat. “Yeah. Suck that dick.” The second man said.”God… what a sight.” The Eastern European man was wasting no time and I felt his balls lift up and then fire a couple quick volleys of his seed into my throat. A bit salty and bitter but I savored it and sucked it down. I wanted to lick and clean him up but he pulled back immediately, tucked his softening dick away, and hurried from the room. “Ok… my turn now.” The voice behind me said and I turned around. He had his cut dick out and was stroking it under the partition as he had watched. Now he stood up and put his dick through the drilled hole. The experience of sucking a cut dick is different from an uncut one. The sensitivity is different, the tastes are different, the feeling of the dick in your mouth and throat are different. Well, truth be told, every dick is different and requires a little different approach. This one was a bit shorter but had a very thick head… classic mushroom shape. My ass was twitching and I really wanted to feel that thick head stretching my rosebud apart. So I pulled off and offered. “Nah.” He replied. “I’m not into that. Just suck me off.” I was disappointed but returned his dick to my mouth. He seemed to like it most when I played with the rim of his bulb so I focused my attention there. He pushed into my suck with very gentle thrusts, never going too far so I could keep my tongue swirling around his cockhead. In a few minutes I heard his breathing become rapid and his thrusts became a little more erratic. He pulled back so his tip was just inside my mouth, the slit sitting on my tongue. He didn’t pulse so much as ooze his cum into my mouth. My tongue was covered in a delicious thick cream. I swirled it around in my mouth before swallowing it. I gave his head a few final wipes to clean him up and he sighed contentedly. i watched through the hole as he put his dick away. I wondered what he looked like but it didn’t really matter I decided. I had got a good look at the part of him I was most interested in. A good look and a real good taste. He started to leave the stall but then paused. “My wife and I don’t have sex much anymore…” He began. “But even when we did, she was never as good of a cocksucker as you. I’ll be sure to tell Dan that I had a good time. That was the best $20 I’ve ever spent.” I sat there confused as he left. $20? They were being charged to use me? My stranger who had fed me his dick, who had fucked me, was now making me into a whore? He was making money while getting me to “earn” another fuck? Then with a start, I realized the second piece of information that had been provided. I now knew my obsession’s name: Dan. It fit him somehow. I wasn’t sure if I minded him pimping me ou. It was discomforting but it was also a bit of a turn on. Guys (even apparently straight ones) would pay for my skills. I felt strangely flattered. I looked at my watch and realized my lunch break was over and I had to get back to work. I was disappointed that I hadn’t gotten fucked today, that second dick would have been especially nice, but maybe someone would have a go tomorrow.

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Part 5 still in the early stages... may take a few days but I hope you enjoy. Apologies if I'm slipping back and forth from American to UK spelling.