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John and I had experimented with the more extreme side of sex for several months and whilst not partners or in any ‘relationship’, since we met on “Hoods and Masks” had found ourselves going deeper into BC, bondage, tubes and chems, with very few other people involved. We had often spoken about what it would be like to be taken without any choice, used, controlled and made to function for a Superior, but until now this had been just talk. As my birthday present, John had arranged a long weekend away in Berlin, and I had arranged a week off work since he told me that we were going to play and party hard and that we would need the rest of the week to recover. This was my first time in the city and on our first evening out I was wearing my 30 hole black boots, laced red as John as requested, red socks rolled over the top of the boots, rubber shorts, rubber shirt, thick leather collar with padlock and a battered biker jacket. I could sense that people looked at both of us as we made our way through the maze of narrow alleyways, both of us flying on some chems we had taken before leaving the hotel. John carried a small bag with him but I had no idea what he brought; all I needed to know was that we would be gone all night. As we arrived at a derelict and darkened building John grabbed my arse and attached a leash to the tight leather collar and hooked it on to the belt of his chaps and pushed the door to a small foyer. A large, muscled Bear stood there, dressed in filthy jeans and a leather shirt. He spoke some German quickly us and I was introduced as the pig. The Bear smiled down at me and kneaded my arse roughly and unlocked a door and allowing us through. We descended some stairs, and sounds started flooding up. Pounding dance music, followed by conversation and moans. But it was the smell that hit me like a snort of coke. Smoke, sweat, cum, piss, leather, and rubber mingled in the air, and my cock grew rock hard in my rubber shorts and I was already sweating as the heat from the underground club rushed up to meet me. We emerged out into a small area, which was packed with about fifty or so men. I saw all types, from smooth young Gods to older bears, dressed in everything from full leather and rubber suits to just boots, heavily inked and pierced. Most stood around chatting and cruising, though a few were doing some sucking and boot licking. John led me to the bar and handed me a beer as he looked around at the crowd. I noticed his own very healthy bulge in the fading denim of his crotch, framed by the tight leather chaps that he habitually wore, and I reached down and opened his fly, pulling out his large, thick, uncut and pierced cock. I stroked it gently as John lit a cigar and groaned, before getting down on my knees and starting to suck. I knew he hadn't cum all day as I had been the one to fuck him before we went out. I also knew my cum was still in his arse, and I was looking forward to adding to it later that evening. He stopped me from going any further - he didn't want to blow his load quite at that point. I gulped down most of my beer, enjoying the added buzz as John explained that this was an old club that only allowed entry with a member. He had joined several years before, and that this was the place to come for the most dedicated sleaze pigs. After downing a second beer quickly, we went to the cramped and filthy toilets where several piss fans were drinking and rolling in the stinking piss. John and I took out our cocks and hosed each other down. My new PA split the stream and some fell on an older, slim God with an enormous septum piercing who was busy being rimmed by another. He smiled and lapped it up, before moving in front of us and licking the piss from our chaps. I was enjoying the attention, especially when I felt the God swallow my own cock as he gently wanked John. John shoved me against a wall, grinding the skin's head into my crotch and kissing me long and hard. After a few moments, we broke off and left the toilet, as the God returned to getting his arse licked out. Instead of going back into the bar, John led me to a dim corner in a hall. We snorted a line, and then walked down to a further room. A large red biohazard symbol hung outside it as John pushed in the door and I followed. A blue, smoky haze hung around the low lighting and TV screens hung on the wall, showing some violent SM porn. It seemed like this small room teemed with bodies wrapped in rubber and leather and fucking in every corner. The drugs were hitting me hard now, and John simply turned me around, unzipped the arse of my shorts and sank his thick cock into me. I moaned loudly, drowned out by the cries of those around me. John held it inside me for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my tight arse on his cock. He started fucking me slowly, pulling his cock almost all of the way out before sinking it inside me slowly again. Right in front of my face another cock appeared - about 7" long with a row of piercings from the base. I gobbled it down as he started to fuck my mouth in rhythm with my John. In just a few short minutes, John roared and shot another creamy load deep within my body and then held me tight as he slowly released his piss, filling my arse with his warm, precious liquid. All of a sudden, John pulled out and pulled me to a corner where a sling had just become free. Piss and cum were dripping down my legs as he flung me on to the sling and resumed fucking as several others watched and used my mouth. I started feeling warm piss on my rubbered body, running into my mouth and my arse. I saw John gasp as a cock entered his own arse. It was the Bear from the lobby, wrapping his arms around John and fucking like a jackrabbit. John matched his strokes and I felt my arse being ripped apart. I yelped in happiness as John pulled out and was replaced by the Bear. He moved to my mouth and I cleaned off his cock. The Bear roared suddenly and I could feel the hot splash of cum in my arse. I climbed down and asked John if he wanted another fucking. He smiled, hopped into the sling and I started eating it out as I felt another cock enter my arse. I drank the piss and cum from John's arse, before ramming in my own cock and cumming. I held it in, enjoying being sandwiched in between the two men and wanting to allow the man a chance to seed me with his cum. When I felt him pull out, I grabbed a large glob of lube and started moving my fist into John's arse. I glanced up and saw John sucking an enormous pierced cock belonging to a muscled man, dressed in chaps, harness and cap. He was hairy and had an amazing chest with the largest and heaviest pierced tits that I had ever seen. This God was pounding John's mouth as I worked my first fist into the wrist, and as I felt John's arse tighten around my wrist he took out a small bottle and took a quick snort of coke. He passed it to me and I did the same, and then this God also took some. I was soon able to work a second fist inside as God moved to my arse and fucked me rotten, remaining almost limp, allowing the power of his fucks to drive my fists into John. He groaned in satisfaction, his cock an angry red colour, ready to splurge again. I pulled out my hands and started to gobble on his rosebud as I felt another load in my arse as John hopped off and started kissing me. He must have had a load in his mouth as we passed the cum back and forth. There were at least a dozen men in the room and it became a free for all. Cocks and cum flew around and our arses took several hits. At one point, I had John's cock and fist in my arse at the same time but didn't know how long we were there for, but when we were finished John led me over to the sling, saying that I could nap if I wanted to, but that I needed a plug up my arse to hold in the cum and piss. John then put a gag in my mouth and a hood over my head, and cuffed by wrists and ankles to the sling, telling me that the evening had just begun and that I should go with the flow and not resist anyone or anything. How could I? Everything went silent. Where was John and how long I had been hanging there? My arse was on fire and the plug beginning to hurt like hell. I'd tried moaning loudly into the hard rubber ball gag that had been strapped on tightly and covered in a black leather hood with pinhole eyes, but John had not returned and I had been hanging there for what must have been about an hour. Illumination from a single bare light bulb in the wire cage above me was turned off and only small streams of light filtered under the two doors; otherwise I would have been in total darkness. All of a sudden to my relief I heard the door open. I tried turning my head and could just see through the small eye holes in the tight leather hood and I moaned as loudly as I could through the now painful gag: only muffled sounds came out and no-one was going to hear me outside this room even if the door was open. Someone unlocked the cuffs and lifted me from the sling and with both my feet were firmly on the floor I could finally stand upright but both legs were very stiff and aching. I screamed out loud as I was smacked on the plug up my arse which shot pain through the whole of my aching body. I was then grabbed from two sides and what must have been two men lifted me effortlessly off the floor and dragged me out of the room. It was difficult to work out where I was going but it wasn't until we reached some stone steps that I realized we were going down into a cellar or basement. I heard the sound of a heavy steel door being opened in front of me and I was dragged through various rooms until we came to a stop. I was forced to lie down on a small cot with what appeared to be a rubber sleep sack laid on top of it. I was lifted onto the sleep sack and my feet were forced into it. I tried to kick them but a swift slap across the face and a large hand over my gagged mouth and nose quietened me down very quickly. These guys meant business and I realized if I was going to survive this then I was going to have to co-operate! The hand was removed allowing me to breathe again and they continued to push the rest of me into the rubber bag including both hands in the side pockets and zipped it up quickly making sure my cock and balls were sticking out through the zip in the middle. I felt a rough hand squeeze my balls and I moaned in agony as he gripped tight. I was then secured further with some very tight rubber straps that started at my feet and went up the body to my neck. I was again completely helpless and all I could do was squirm futilely and wriggle slightly as I was roughly forced over on my front. I felt the arse zip opened and one of the men said ‘take a deep breathe’ - at the same time removing the plug that had been stuffed in my arse. I nearly died through the pain and as the sale cum and piss rushed from my gaping hole, but lubricant was stuffed into my arse and it wasn’t long before a gentle heat began radiating from this so that I didn’t realize that another plug had been inserted until I heard the sound of pumping air. I felt the plug being inflated inside me until I was almost ripped in two – there was no way that I was pushing it out. Neither men had said anything up to this point as I was roughly pulled back onto my back and the leather hood untied and pulled off from my sweaty head and the hard rubber gag removed. Before I could say anything some water was poured down my throat to wash done some tabs they had put in my mouth, and another softer rubber gag forced into my mouth: I heard the sound of pumping air and the rubber gag began to inflate inside my mouth until my jaws were forced apart and I was forced to breath through my nose. One of the men continued to fondle my dick but all of a sudden I felt something slowly being slid down my urethra and I was unable to stop them doing it. I was scared to death to move now just in case they were doing something that needed me to remain very still. One of the men said ‘With this catheter we’ll be able to drain you whenever we want so don’t worry about pissing and with this new gag you’ll get plenty of your own piss to drink whenever you’re thirsty’. I now knew what they were doing and they finished inserting the long tube of the catheter, keeping it place by pumping the small bulb at the end and gently pulling at it making sure it wasn’t able to come out. They must have attached the catheter to my gag because all of a sudden I felt some warm liquid spill into my throat from the rubber gag. I began to choke but by swallowing the piss down as best I could I continued breathing through my nose. I had no idea whose piss it was maybe it was my own but there was nothing I could do about it but drink as fast as I could until it stopped. I then heard one of the men leave for a few seconds but returned quickly with a rubber hood which they fitted over the one I was wearing already. I was still gagged and as they fitted the tight rubber hood on top I began to panic as I was unable to breathe for a short time. However as they fitted it correctly I realized I could breathe through the nose holes although it was now all dark and my world was very dark and hot. My heart was racing as the two men lifted me effortlessly in the rubber sleep sack and placed me in what must have been a heavy wooden box as I heard a lid being closed on it and locked shut. Oh my god I was being locked away and no-one was going to find me. Where John was and what had they done to him? I tried desperately not to panic but the feelings were overwhelming and if it wasn't for some heavy bondage sessions I had experienced in the past I would have died for sure with the panic. I managed to bring my breathing back to normal and just lay there feeling the large plug stuffed up my arse and the gag stuffed in my piss filled mouth. I was completely at the mercy of my captors. I heard the men laugh as they walked out the room leaving me in darkness and a strange feeling of sleep began to fall over me quickly. After some time in this darkness, alone, bound, gagged, catherized, plugged and helpless, I felt movement and believed that the box was being moved.
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I have this fuck buddy that has a huge underwear fetish and he has always really wanted to see me in a leather thong. Last year for my birthday he decided to get me a custom made leather thong from the leather store here in Phoenix. He set it all up and told me to meet him at 10:00am on the Thursday before my birthday behind the leather store and he’d “stand guard” while I got measured. Truth was; he just wanted to watch another guy feel me up. At 10:00am that Thursday I pulled up to the back entrance to the leather shop and waited in my car for him to arrive. This being Phoenix, it was far too hot to sit in the car very long without the engine running so I decided to just go inside and wait there. The smell of leather was intoxicating as I opened the big metal door and went inside. At the other end of the store I could hear somebody rustling around. Turns out it was the store’s employee and he was stocking. He popped his head up and was sporting a mow hawk and a nose ring. “If you need anything just ask.” “Thanks, I’m supposed to be getting measured for something.” “You Joe’s friend?” “Yeah.” He walked over to where I was. He was wearing a leather vest, pants and boots. He had a furry grey chest with a chain and padlock around his neck. “I’m Jay, nice to meet you.” He looked me up and down. “Leather thong right?” “Yeah.” “Joe couldn’t make it, but he said to set you up with whatever you wanted. You have any ideas what that might be.” “Yeah, I want one inch strapping, soft leather cod piece and buckles on each side strap and on the strap coming out of my ass.” “Nice. Why don’t you get undressed in the dressing room and I’ll be right in to get your measurements.” “Thanks.” I walked over to the dressing room, which was basically a very small closet with a curtain on one side. Just as I was getting my pants off, Jay opened the curtain. “Don’t worry, there’s nobody in the store.” I stood there a little shocked in a black t-shirt and a red jock strap. “So now what?” I asked. “The jock needs to come off too so I can get an accurate measurement.” “Fine.” I took my jock off figuring the guy really just wanted to see my dick. Jay knelt down in front of me and swung the plastic tape measure he had gotten around me and positioned it where my waist was. “You want it lower or higher?” “What do you think would look better?” “Let’s go a little bit lower. It’ll look sexy when your trimmed pubes are stickin’ out the top.” He lowered the tape a bit and pinched it together with one hand. He then took his other hand and turned me around while still holding on to the tape. He then took a sharpie and made a mark on my back where the tape was. “Ok, now bend over.” “What?” “I got to measure the length of the strap from your balls to your waist.” So I turned around and bent over, showing Jay my hairy crack. “Damn, nice.” “Thanks.” Jay took a plastic measuring tape and held one end at the base of my balls, and then he ran the tape up the crack of my ass and ended where he thought my waist was. I could feel his hot breath against the crack of my ass and it started to make me hard. “OK, stand up straight and face me.” I stood up and pointed my erection at his face.” “Sorry ‘bout that.” “Don’t be, it’s nice.” He took a piece of cloth and put it over my hard cock. “How small do you want the front to be?” I shrugged my shoulders, not ever having been measured for a thong before. He folded the cloth into an inverted triangle. “Do you want it to be constricting?” “Yeah, I’d like it to hold everything in.” “My kinda boy.” He adjusted the piece of cloth again. “How’s this?” “Looks good to me.” “Cool, get your pants on and I’ll show you some hardware.” “OK.” I bent over to get my jock back on just as Jay was standing straight up again, showing off a nice cock with a PA tenting his leather pants. “Looks like you got some hardware right there too. Want me to take care of that?” He had barely gotten an affirmative answer past his lips and his zipper was undone. His 7” cock with 0 gauge PA stuck straight out at me. I took it in my mouth and felt it massage my tongue. “Fuck yeah, suck my cock boy.” Every time I went down on his shaft his hairy belly would hit me in the forehead. After a few minutes he pulled my head off his cock and said, “Wait right here, I want to restrain you while I fuck you.” Jay went off to another part of the store and came back with two leather cuffs and a couple of carabiners. He put a cuff on each wrist and then attached them to the pole the curtain hung on with the carabiners. He then squatted behind me and ate my ass. It was then I discovered he had a tongue stud, which made my cock hard as a rock. He licked and tongued my hole for a long time until he stood up and pushed his cock in my wet hole. I have to say, I’ve always loved being fucked by a dick with a PA, but I had never experienced a piercing as big as this one and it felt fucking awesome. He didn’t waste any time letting me get used to his cock, he just started pounding away. It seemed like he pounded his cock into me for a half an hour until all of a sudden he realized that somebody was in the store. Another guy had come in while we were fucking and we hadn’t noticed. With his dick still hard inside me Jay asked, “You need any help?” The guy turned around smiling and answered, “No I can wait my turn.” With that Jay continued to fuck me. As he did the other guy came over to where we were and started licking my nips and stroking my cock with his spit. Then he knelt down in front of me and started to suck my cock. I was almost at the point of blowing my load when I could feel Jay blow his load in my ass. He took his cock out, wiped it on his hand and made me lick it clean. The customer saw Jays PA and asked, “You like getting fucked with piercings?” “Fuck yeah.” “Well then you’re gonna love my cock.” He proceeded to unbutton the fly on his jeans and take out a huge cock with a huge PA hanging off the end of it. “It gets better boy.” He lifts up his dick and underneath the guy has six studs going through it. It was obvious from the way my dick jumped that I totally wanted that cock in my hole. The stranger stands behind me and finger my open hole, letting his hardening dick dangle between my ass cheeks. Every time he rubbed against my ass his cock would be bigger and bigger. Finally he was hard enough to get it in. He didn’t waste any time either with my comfort, instead he plunged it all the way in one motion. “Nice fuckhole boy.” He started pounding away on my ass. His studs and PA rubbing against my insides was too much and I blew my wad all over the inside of the changing room. “Fuck yeah boy!” Seeing this made him even harder and made him pound me even more ruthlessly. After a few minutes he shot his load in my hole and slowly let his cock go soft in me while he kissed the back of my neck. He unhooked the cuffs from the pole and made me clean off his cock. Jay came over and said, “Your thong will be ready next Friday.” “Cool, I’ll come by next Friday, say the same time?” “Works for me.” Jay answered. “Works for me too.” The stranger said.
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I hope I find a continuation to this story.... **************************************************************** I've never put much thought into fucking around behind my boyfriend's back. It doesn't really feel like cheating 'cause we have an open relationship -- although, technically speaking, we're supposed to okay a potential lay with each other first or at least tell each other about it after the fact. I guess I never told him anything because he never told me anything. As far as I knew, Andy hadn't messed around with another dude in the whole seven years of our relationship. It wasn't that he wasn't hot or couldn't get a hot piece of his ass, he just wasn't very good at flirting. Quiet type socially, animal in bed. I guess we're both a little nerdish in our own ways, but we're both pretty hot, too. He's an asian top boy, chinese actually, but born here in the States. Tight little hairless body the color of caramel. Perfect little five inch cock that stands straight up when it's got a tight white ass waiting for it. Tight little smooth nuts that pull up even tighter when he's about to spurt and a perfect pink rosebud of a butthole that fucking winks whenever I eat him out. Sometimes his hole clenches around my tongue like a little fist. He loves getting his ass licked out. The deeper the better. Til it's all sloppy wet with spit. Then he flips me over and fucks me raw. It's the fucking hottest thing to watch him blow his load up my twat in a mirror. Sometimes it's the only way I can get off. Watching it happen, watching my cunt open up like a mouth for his jizz, then watching his hot little cock spear my pussy again and push his load up inside me. I'd even finger myself afterward. Rubbing his load up inside my ass walls. Imagining I was one of those slut boys in Treasure Island dvds. But barebacking was only between him and me—since we’re both neg. The rules for our relationship state no bb'ing with anyone else though. Condoms or just cocksucking, and whenever we played with someone else together, it was always safe, even between Andy and me, so we wouldn't tempt anyone into fucking me raw. The thing about me is that I like to think I'm not a slut, but I just go and put myself in slutty situations. I can usually control myself and I know my limits. I only ever do what I want to do and I'm smart enough to know when it's safe and when it's unsafe. I started out sucking dick behind his back in the steamroom at the gym. It's the biggest gym in the gayest neighborhood, so there's always action going on. Even though they put big signs outside saying you can lose your membership privileges, dudes still give each other handjobs and suck each other off. Over the course of a few months, I got to the point where I'd go into the steamroom after working out, my muscles bulging a bit more, smooth chest glistening, fuckable white ass all wet, and I'd sit in the corner called the cocksucker's corner because sitting there put my head right about eye level and ten inches away from whatever guy was sitting above me. If some hot dude with a hot cock came in, I'd grab their cock, start licking the head like a lollipop, jacking their shaft, looking up at them with pouty eyes, my mouth open, tongue out, and then deep throat them as best as I could, slurping on their cocks til they spurted. A few spurted right down my throat without warning. With other dudes, I took their cum in my mouth willingly, caught up in the moment, and then spit it back out on their cocks and jacked them. If some dude I didn't like would sit there, I'd play dumb and look forward, ignoring them. Like I said, I have my limits, and I tend to like smooth dudes like Andy who were around my age, skinny, clean, you know, all the normal stuff. I never told Andy. I figured sucking cock was safe. I still went home to him and let him fuck me raw without feeling any anxiety or guilt. Then one morning at the gym, I met Denny. First, I should say, I met his cock. I'd just sat down in the cocksucker's corner, all stiff from working out, and the steam was so thick I couldn't see anyone around me. But then there it was, his fat white cock, swinging in my face with his sweaty low hanging nuts. It made me gasp like a little whore. I couldn't take my eyes off it. As the steam cleared, I could see the rest of him. A hot trail of dark hair down the middle of his chest, shaggy short brown hair, and thick, powerful legs. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. But he was as confident as some leather daddy. He didn't take his eyes off mine the entire time. He kept turning my head up so I'd see him. One hand held my chin, pulling my jaw down, and the other guided my head up and down his eight inches. It was like he knew how much of a slut I was inside. It felt like he was reading every nasty thought in my head. He made me suck on his nuts while he beat his cock in my face, pushing his cockhead up my nostrils, making me smell his cock juice. Someone came into the steamroom and I backed off, afraid it might be gym personnel, but he wouldn't let me up, and he whispered down to me, "It's okay, babe, keep sucking." I could see from the corner of my eye, the new arrival sat down the ledge from me, five or six feet away. He was close enough that I could tell he was already playing with his cock while he watched us. I'd been in the steamroom enough times that I kinda knew who it was -- this old guy who hung out in the steamroom a lot, but never worked out in the actual gym. Big gut and back hair. No one I would ever touch. Now he jacked up a big boner watching me get face fucked by this incredibly hot, big dicked fucker above me. "Baby. Look at me. Good boy. Keep looking. Oh, fuck you like that dick, I can tell. That daddy over there can tell, too. Can't you? I'm gonna cum in your mouth in a few minutes, okay? Not yet, but soon. Look at me again. If it makes you feel any better about doing swallowing some stranger's hot cock juice... I'm Denny, baby," he said. He winked at me "Keep that throat open. Yeah. Just like that. Nice little pussy throat get reamed out in the steamroom. Look at those cocksucker lips, man," and the old man next to us answered him with a moan. Denny scooted down the edge of his seat and leaned back until his butthole was against my lips. I couldn't help myself. Without even being told, I started tonguing him inside out. "Oh you hot little pig," he moaned. "Eat my ass, baby. Yeah. I've got myself a whore here. Oh yeah, baby. Come over here, daddy." I started getting nervous and started pulling off his cock because I didn't want the old man touching me. But Denny held me by my ears. "Come tongue this bitch's ass, daddy." As much as I didn't want that old dude with cock slime on his fingers touching me, I wanted Denny's cock so bad that I didn't move. I was already turned to the side, one leg up on the ledge, my tight hole wet and ready for the old man's tongue. He fucked his tongue into me as deep as it would go. He'd probably hadn't had a young hot ass like mine in fifty years, and here he was slurping on my cunt lips. I could feel his chin hair rubbing up and down my nuts. I felt like a total slut. I wanted to stop sucking cock and leave. I was so worried that someone else would come in and god forbid even join in. The steam spurted on again and the rush of it burned my bare feet. I could hardly see Denny's face anymore up in the steam, but I knew he was still looking at me. He pulled me back onto his cock and started face fucking me hard and fast, pulling his big white cock all the way out every now and then and slapping it against my nose. The old man pushed two fingers in and out of my cunt and all I could do was ride them. "Slut," Denny called me. "Eat my load, baby. You like cum? I want you to eat my load. I'm gonna spray your throat with so much jizz you're gonna taste me all day, slut. And you know what? I'm gonna feed you my cum every day. Yeah, baby. Keep sucking. Open wider. Open your ass for daddy's fingers and tongue. Yeah. Everyday, baby. Same time. You're gonna be here waiting for my cock. Okay, slut?" I couldn't talk, but I nodded, and then my mouth was filled with his jizz. It was more than I'd ever had blasted into my mouth from one cock. It came out so hard that I could feel the thwap of each spurt against back of my throat. Even if I would've tried to spit his load out, I couldn't have moved. Both his hands pushed my head down on his cock until his hairy nuts were against my bottom lip. His load had nowhere to go but down my throat or up into my nose. I gagged and smelled his jizz up inside my nostrils. Then he egged on the old man, "Yeah, daddy shoot your load all over him. Spray down my new little whore." I felt the geezer's load spray across my ass cheeks and then drip down my ass crack and over my well-fingered hole. "I'll see you out by your locker, slut," Denny said to me before walking out of the steamroom. I hadn't shot off, but he didn't care. He wound up asking me for my phone number. When I hesitated, he put two and two together pretty astutely. "You have a boyfriend, right? Hey, I don't care. I'll only call when you tell me to. I promise. We had a good time. We should do it again. Why would I wanna risk that by being an asshole." "I don't usually give it out. I mean, if you could just call me on weekdays. He works, so..." "What's your name?" he asked. "Gus," I said. "Gus," he repeated, and then put his mouth right next to my eat and whispered, "Can you smell my cum still?" "Yeah." "You want my cock again, don't you? Then he dug a pen and a notepad out of the bookbag in his locker. "Write down your name under your number, okay, Gus? People give me their number a lot." At the time, he sounded honest enough, and so I gave him my cell phone number. I'd given my number out before, but it was rare. I guess I was a little stunned by the whole scene, that I'd swallowed his load, that he was so hot, that some old dude had tongued my hole and finger fucked me. Then before I knew it, he was gone, I didn't have his number, and he was walking away with mine. The whole day I couldn't get Denny out of my head. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could still taste his cum, even that night when my boyfriend was fucking my ass with his little chinese cock. I could tell he was close to cumming in my twat and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denny's cock up inside my raw. I blew my load the same moment as my boyfriend, realizing that Denny's cock was probably twice as big as Andy's. To be continued...
