Follow the Yellow Brick Road –There’s a Pot of Cum at the End

[whthole4u]

Damn! The cum spots were just getting worse. What the fuck had I done? Here I was hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – shit. I didn’t mean to cheat and for things to get this way, but it all just got out of control and well – shit – why wouldn’t this come out? It all started about 7 months ago. The real estate market in DC had tanked and one night at happy hour Max was telling Dana and I about all the great houses you could get dirt cheap, invest some cash, then you could flip and make a killing or have the house of your dreams. Max owned a construction company and said he was having a hard time hiring enough crews to do all the work coming his way. I had known Max for years and he was ‘my friend’ as Dana liked to remind me, well more like old fuck buddy who I still spoke too. Max had a great 9-inch dick, thick as a beer can, big bearish guy, and within 5 minutes of meeting him at the bar late one night I was in a toilet stall, bent over, getting fucked raw but what I would later learn was a POZ dick. That was the night I became a cum pig Max liked to say, and more than that, a piss pig too and a big chaser, as Max introduced me to things I had only read about in porn. Dana on the other hand was totally clean cut, white collar, and while behind closed doors he could get a little kinky, we only played safe as he was NEG and watersports was out of the question. Yet, I loved him, and he me, and when he proposed I happily said yes.

Max had been very respectful of my new relationship and was a fuck-em-and-leave-em sort of guy anyways and I had buried that part of myself deep when I met Dana. We still ran into each other at happy hour now and then, and Max was always nice to Dana, and I was glad to hear his business was doing so well. After a few sales pitches from Max, and several discussions with Dana, we agreed to buy a place, fix it up, and flip it. Well I would buy the place. I made a lot more money than Dana and had some savings tucked away, but wanted to do this for us and our new life so I asked Max if he knew of some good buys. Max happily agreed to show some he thought would make good investments and so one Tuesday I took off work and rode around with Max in his big truck to several houses. The first signs of trouble to come began after we had seen a couple of run down houses. “Fuck! Damn toilet’s busted,” Max said as I turned and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dick in hand, “And I’ve got to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” I had not seen Max’s dick in over a year and immediately I got hard and started drooling. “Come on man, help me out like you used to. OK? I got to go bad!” Max pleaded. “I..I..I can’t man. You know. I’m with Dana now and…” I stammered, trying to focus on something else besides his big meat. Max sighed and said, “Look man, it’s not cheating or nothing. It’s just some piss and I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed your help here.” What he said made sense and my own hunger and need that had been buried so deep since I had been with Dana swept over me and I slowly walked over to Max, got on my knees, opened my mouth, and waited for his hot stream. Max finished, I made sure to get every drop, then he pulled out, patted my head and said, “AHHH, thanks man, just what I needed,” and walked away. Several houses later we came to what Max called, ‘the one.’ He was right, it was roomy, had a big yard for a townhouse, was semi-detached on the end of block and the next two houses were owned by some government agency and used as offices, so after 5:00 p.m., we would have no neighbors. The place also had some great architectural details and as we explored the big walk-in basement Max stopped and laughed when he showed me the old laundry room. “This,” he said with a flourish of hands, “Is quite appropriate, don’t you think?” as he winked at me and unbuckled his pants. The room was large, had an old cast iron sink on one wall, big drain in the middle of the floor, and it was perfect because the room had yellow, glazed, brick tiles on the floor and half-way up the wall. The yellow bricks were almost all intact, and the room was in great shape considering how the rest of the house was. I shook my head as I got his joke, then Max said, “Come on man, I got to go again.” I didn’t even resist and swallowed another hot stream. This time after he had finished I guess I sucked a little too much to get the last drops and Max’s dick suddenly sprang to life, and I pulled away like I was face-to-face with a spitting cobra. Max didn’t move, he just stood there, smiling, his hard dick dripping. “Come on man, you got me like this, you need to finish what you started. What’s it going to be, POZ dick and cum down your throat or up your ass?” “I’m sorry, I can’t, I didn’t mean to,” I said. Max frowned, “OK, well at least let me look at your ass while I bust one out. You know how I am. This thing will not quiet down until he shoots a load, but shit jacking off always takes me for fucking ever to shoot.” I nodded, undid my pants, stepped out of reach, turned, and bent over showing Max my ass while he talked dirty and jacked off. When he had finished, we continued the tour of the house. That first day we narrowed down the houses to two, I made arrangements to have Dana then go see them with me, and once we agreed on the house we wanted, I scheduled an appointment with Max to do a thorough inspection of the place and to come up with an estimate of the work that would be needed and costs.

Max met me at the house with two of his foremen, and each of them had a Big Gulp in hand to help beat the heat. As we did the initial walk through Max and his men asked me a series of questions to get a clearer picture of what Dana and I wanted, they explained some ideas they had to best utilize the space and save the features, as well as how to upgrade all of the wiring and other systems without having to totally gut the place. When we walked into the yellow brick laundry room, Max and his foremen listened as I went on about what I was thinking, explaining how on one wall I wanted a full set of built ins for supplies etc… They all said, sure, yeah, OK, and when I turned back there they all three were standing with their dicks hanging out, waiting. “Come on man,” Max said as he waved me over. “Those fucking Big Gulps go right through you.” His two foremen were smiling, I hesitated, then the pig in me took over and I swallowed Max first. Just like last time, his dick sprang to life the minute he had finished, but I pulled off, scooted to his foreman, and drank him down, then the next. My gut was bursting full now and Max was standing there stroking, “Come on, let me see your ass,” he said. I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed them my pink hole as they took their time jacking off. At one of the foremen’s urging I even fingered my hole a bit which seemed to send the three of them over the edge almost in unison. We continued the walk through like nothing had happened and two weeks later we had closed on the house, all the contracts for the remodel were signed, and Max and his crews were all set to get to work. It was the first full day of work on the house, so during my lunch hour I left the office and drove over. There were several of Max’s trucks in the driveway, but I didn’t see much activity going on at all, which just pissed me off. Once I got into the house I could hear voices near the back so I walked in and found several guys, some with yellow construction hats on, tank tops or wife beaters, all sitting around, drinking, eating, and smoking. One of the foremen I had met before was there so I asked, “Hey, where’s Max. I wanted to see what’s happening.” The foreman laughed, “This is what’s happening man, there was some shit with the permit or something, we’re just chilling for now. But hey, I think he left some plans and shit for you sign downstairs. Let me show you.” As soon as we got downstairs the foreman led me to the yellow brick laundry room, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and started stroking. “Let me see your hole again,” he said. “I haven’t shot in a few days and need to crank one out. No, come closer, let me feel your hole.” I hesitated, but backed up a little closer and with his right hand he took his middle finger and started rubbing my hole as he jacked off with his left and quickly shot a load. “Well that’s new,” Max said as I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with one of his crew. Shit! The foreman who had just jerked off pulled his pants up and left as Max walked in, closed the door, dropped his pants and said, “I’ve got a pot of coffee coursing through these veins, time to drink.” I blushed from feeling like I had been caught, kneeled, and drank Max dry and then the guy he had with him.

I turned to show him my ass like before but Max laughed and said, “No way, that’s not going to work anymore. Turn around here and suck me right, suck me good like I know you can and let me watch my buddy here finger that hole. That’ll make me pop this nutt damn quick because there’s too much shit to take care of today to waste my fucking time with you teasing. You want this house done right? You do it now.” I glared at Max, he knew. He knew I couldn’t, knew I was with Dana. Knew I did not want to cheat on him. Max seemed to be able to read my mind as he laughed and said, “Its only cheating if you get caught, come on man suck me!” So I bent over and started sucking on Max’s big dick as his friend started rubbing his finger around my hole. God how good his dick tasted! Mix of sweat, precum, so unlike Dana’s dick that always tasted of a hint of soap. I started to moan in pleasure as I sucked on Max and his construction crew guy fingered my hole, pushing his finger in a little at a time until he was like a fucking roto-rooter trying to find a clogged drain. “Been a long time since you got bred big big POZ dick hasn’t it?” Max asked. I could only moan in reply as the guy fingering my ass spit on my hole and worked a second finger in. “You were always such a cum pig, that hole just made for breeding, such a shame to let it go to waste,” Max went on. I just figured this was him talking dirty like before until I felt the blunt head of the construction guy’s dick pushing against my hole. I suddenly pulled off Max and away from the guy, my heart racing a 100 miles per hour from the need and want of what I was doing battling my guilt and commitment to Dana. Max spoke in a low and determined tone, “You want this house done right? You’ll do what I say and if not – well you always hear stories of how construction delays end up costing a fortune, and it would be a terrible shame if somehow Dana saw this.” There, in full color on the damn iphone was a shot of me sucking Max’s dick and my ass getting fingered. “You know me well enough,” Max went on, “To know I don’t make idle threats and I could give a flip fuck about what you have going on at home. I just want to have some fun, and ensure some fun for my guys too. So here’s the deal. At least every couple of days, no let’s say every other day, I want you to come by here to ‘check on the work’. Every day would work too. Fuck I’ll make you an official part of my crew. Let me see, I’ll hire you as a design consultant. That will give you a valid reason to tell whoever you need to, and you can tell them that while I am not paying you in cash for your ‘services’, I am giving you a healthy discount, along with other benefits of course.” Max laughed at his own joke then finished, “So you better take that nice suit of yours off so you don’t mess it up, and this ain’t going to take long, but its time that you get your ass bred like the good cum pig you are because my POZ dick is READY!.”

As what Max said all sank in, I realized my dick was straining at the thought of taking him up my ass. I didn’t say a word as I took off my dress shoes, and carefully laid my suit on the back of an old chair and finished undressing. I bent back over, took Max’s dick back in my mouth, and the construction crew guy drove two fingers up my ass, added some spit, then the first raw dick I had taken in ages started to slowly spread my ass ring as inch after inch of dick pushed into me. RAW DICK FEELS SO GOOD! I had forgotten how good it was, how much I needed it - poz or neg - and I could only moan as Max started talking dirty, urging his guy to breed me. The guy fucking me grunted and I could feel hot spurts of his load start coating my guts and could only groan some more. He and Max quickly traded places and as I sucked the guy clean, Max sighed, “OH YEAH!!! Great cummed up ass! You like that cum pig? Like taking that big raw dick? I know you do. Just keep doing what you’re doing and let me enjoy this.” Max wasted no time and within several strokes he tensed, pulled on my thighs to pull me as far back onto him as I could go, and added his big load to my ass. While his guy wanted more, Max sent him back upstairs and while I sucked Max clean he said, “I know you needed that and you liked that. Remember what I said and we’ll be good. Want another load? Some hot POZ cum? I could shoot again in no time.” I practically ran back to my car – no walk of shame for me – and luckily did not run into any of the other construction guys. I barely made it back to my office before I had to use the bathroom and let all that cum out of my ass. The stall smelled like sex, which made my dick hard, and I could not stop thinking about Max’s raw dick, so I quickly jacked off, cleaned up, and when I got back to my desk had 4 messages from Dana wanting to know where I was and one from my boss who was pissed that my lunch hour had gone late. I did as Max ordered and started showing up at the house as much as I could. Between work and home with Dana, it was difficult, but Max was his same old good natured self and even put a desk with a ton of papers and shit on it down in the laundry room for me, “So you can tell yourself this ain’t what it is,” Max said, “And for anyone else, all the proof you need that you are here on business.”

Each time I showed up the house, Max or the foreman and one or two of the construction guys were ready to fuck me in the yellow brick room. Max and the foreman and one other guy always started off pissing down my throat first, the rest just wanted raw ass. They all were sweaty, dirty, nasty verbal men and no one ever asked about using a condom or status before sliding their raw dick up my ass and breeding me. Most of them preferred to spit fuck or fuck using someone else’s cum for lube even though I had bought a large bottle of WET that I hid in a toolbox. The result was my ass was often sore and I was sure Dana would be able to tell I had been fucked, so our sex life at home took a decline and when we did have sex, I had to totally fake it as all I could think about was how bad it was, how I hated his condom covered dick, and just wanted to feel Max inside me - raw. Any time I started to feel guilty about cheating on Dana I just kept telling myself it was only for a few months until the house was done. Then we would be rid of Max and this would all be over. Well denial is easier said then done and the strain of my job, the new house, cheating on Dana, soon started to take its toll. Dana got suspicious about the time I was spending at the new house and showed up at the house by himself one day. The foreman showed him around, showed him my desk, told him he did not know when I would be back and that Dana should ask the boss. Luckily all the evidence was deep in my ass, so all Dana found was exactly what he was supposed to. Now, several months later, all I can think about is my next breeding. I love being a cum pig again and Max just laughs at how eager I am to get out of my suit and bend over for some raw dick. There is nothing romantic about it all, just man-on-man action, raw dick and ass, and bucket loads of cum up my guts. Today I had left the office in between meetings and knew I did not really have enough time, but I needed to be cummed in. I raced to the house, grabbed two of the construction guys who had the biggest dicks, went down to the yellow brick room and did not even take my suit off. I just dropped my pants, hiked up my shirt, and begged, “FUCK ME! BREED ME! CUM IN ME!.” They took turns fucking me, each of them saying shit like, “You want some raw dick all the time? Want that POZ dick and cum? Too bad you can’t get it at home. You want to be able to take raw dick at home too? You want to be a cum pig for us any time of the day or night? Tell us you want raw dick all the time! Tell us you want to be our cum pig. Tell us you want us to come fuck you at home too.” Shit, with a dick up my ass I would agree to anything and told them all they wanted to hear and more and got two loads from each up my ass. I was running wicked late and had to call the office and tell them my car broke down. It was not until I was walking in the building that I noticed all the cum spots on my pants. SHIT!

So here I am hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – and just as my frustration is reaching a boiling my phone starts to buzz. I fish the phone out of my pocket, it’s Dana texting me. He rarely texts me, so I tap on the message icon and up pops his message that includes a number of pictures. His text says, “Enjoy your fucking house and don’t bother coming back to the apartment. I’ve called your ‘friend’ Max to come pick up your shit.” I slowly scroll through the series of pictures and they are shot after shot of me being fucked by Max and his construction guys, including a couple clearly showing my ass taking raw dick. DAMN! I set the phone on the floor, it buzzes again with another new text. I tap on the message icon and it is from Max, “See you at the house tonight pig – me and the boys are planning to seed and breed you good and will give you a bucket of POZ cum up those guts to welcome you home.”

Edited June 22, 2013 by Hotload84

[BearCub4bbkr]

WOW!! Fuck Yea!! Hey Max, wanna sell me a house that needs rennovations? Or put me on your crew as Morale Specialist. i will service you, and the whole construction crew daily/nightly!! Would love to be your cumpig, and spend hours or days at the construction site!! Best part...i am single, so no drama. OINK OINK :@)

[Hotload84]

I think I remember this story from years ago - glad to see it come around again. Thanks for posting, Whthole4u!

[whthole4u]

No - wrote this today. So all fresh. I was on Adam, saw some ad on the right side of the page that had guys in yellow construction hats, white tanks and sunglasses and this story started to take to shape in my mind. First was going to make it chem fiction and focus on the construction crew, but then the angle with Max took over so....hope folks enjoy

[Hotload84]

No - wrote this today. So all fresh. I was on Adam, saw some ad on the right side of the page that had guys in yellow construction hats, white tanks and sunglasses and this story started to take to shape in my mind. First was going to make it chem fiction and focus on the construction crew, but then the angle with Max took over so....hope folks enjoy

Oh, wonder what I'm remembering. Well, whatever, you have a good imagination, Whthole4u - good work!

[Guest JizzDumpWI]

Great job on this story! You have a future writing i think.

[whthole4u]

Here is the correct Bug Chasing version - was making edits when 7 minute timer on here hit, so they did not show - Follow the Yellow Brick Road –There’s a Pot of Cum at the End: Damn!

 

The cum spots were just getting worse. What the fuck had I done? Here I was hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – shit. I didn’t mean to cheat and for things to get this way, but it all just got out of control and well – shit – why wouldn’t this come out? It all started about seven months earlier. 

 

The real estate market in DC had tanked and one night at happy hour Max was telling Dana and me about all the great houses we could get dirt cheap.  Just invest some cash, then flip 'em and make a killing or have the house of your dreams.  Max owned a construction company and said he was having a hard time hiring enough crews to do all the work coming his way.  I had known Max for years and he was ‘my friend’ as Dana liked to remind me, well more like old fuck buddy who I still spoke too.  Max had a great nine inch dick, thick as a beer can, big bearish guy.  Within five minutes of meeting him at the bar late one night, I was in a toilet stall, bent over, getting fucked raw by what I would later learn was a poz dick.  Max liked to say that was the night I became a cum pig, and more, a piss pig too and a bug chaser.  Max introduced me to things I had only read about in porn.  Dana on the other hand, was totally clean cut, white collar, and while behind closed doors he could get a little kinky, we only played safe.  He was neg and watersports was out of the question. Yet, I loved him, and he loved me, and when he proposed I happily replied 'yes'.

Max had been very respectful of my new relationship and was a fuck-em-and-leave-em sort of guy anyway.  I had buried the cum pig part of myself deep when I met Dana. We still ran into each other at happy hour now and then, and Max was always nice to Dana, and I was glad to hear his business was doing so well.  After a few sales pitches from Max, and several discussions with Dana, we agreed to buy a place, fix it up, and flip it. Well I would buy the place. I made a lot more money than Dana and had some savings tucked away, but wanted to do this for us and our new life so I asked Max if he knew of some good buys.  Max happily agreed to show some he thought would make good investments and so one Tuesday I took off work and rode around with Max in his big truck to several houses. The first signs of trouble to come began after we had seen a couple of run down houses. “Fuck! Damn toilet’s busted,” Max said as I turned and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dick in hand, “And I’ve got to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” I had not seen Max’s dick in over a year and immediately I got hard and started drooling. “Come on man, help me out like you used to. OK? I got to go bad!” Max pleaded.

 

“I..I..I can’t man. You know. I’m with Dana now and…” I stammered, trying to focus on something else besides his big meat.

 

Max sighed and said, “Look man, it’s not cheating or nothing. It’s just some piss and I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed your help here.” What he said made sense and my own hunger and need that had been buried so deep since I had been with Dana swept over me and I slowly walked over to Max, got on my knees, opened my mouth, and waited for his hot stream. Max finished, I made sure to get every drop, then he pulled out, patted my head and said, “AHHH, thanks man, just what I needed,” and walked away.

 

Several houses later we came to what Max called, ‘the one.’ He was right, it was roomy, had a big yard for a townhouse, was semi-detached on the end of block and the next two houses were owned by some government agency and used as offices, so after 5:00 p.m., we would have no neighbors. The place also had some great architectural details and as we explored the big walk-in basement Max stopped and laughed when he showed me the old laundry room. “This,” he said with a flourish of hands, “Is quite appropriate, don’t you think?” as he winked at me and unbuckled his pants. The room was large, had an old cast iron sink on one wall, big drain in the middle of the floor, and it was perfect because the room had yellow, glazed, brick tiles on the floor and half-way up the wall. The yellow bricks were almost all intact, and the room was in great shape considering how the rest of the house was. I shook my head as I got his joke, then Max said, “Come on man, I got to go again.” I didn’t even resist and swallowed another hot stream. This time after he had finished I guess I sucked a little too much to get the last drops and Max’s dick suddenly sprang to life, and I pulled away like I was face-to-face with a spitting cobra. Max didn’t move, he just stood there, smiling, his hard dick dripping. “Come on man, you got me like this, you need to finish what you started. What’s it going to be, POZ dick and cum down your throat or up your ass?”

 

“I’m sorry, I can’t, I didn’t mean to,” I said.

 

Max frowned, “OK, well at least let me look at your ass while I bust one out. You know how I am. This thing will not quiet down until he shoots a load, but shit jacking off always takes me for fucking ever to shoot.”

 

I nodded, undid my pants, stepped out of reach, turned, and bent over showing Max my ass while he talked dirty and jacked off. When he had finished, we continued the tour of the house. That first day we narrowed down the houses to two, I made arrangements to have Dana then go see them with me, and once we agreed on the house we wanted, I scheduled an appointment with Max to do a thorough inspection of the place and to come up with an estimate of the work that would be needed and costs.

Max met me at the house with two of his foremen, and each of them had a Big Gulp in hand to help beat the heat. As we did the initial walk through Max and his men asked me a series of questions to get a clearer picture of what Dana and I wanted, they explained some ideas they had to best utilize the space and save the features, as well as how to upgrade all of the wiring and other systems without having to totally gut the place. When we walked into the yellow brick laundry room, Max and his foremen listened as I went on about what I was thinking, explaining how on one wall I wanted a full set of built ins for supplies etc….

 

They said 'sure, and okay' but when I turned back all three were standing with their dicks hanging out, waiting.

 

“Come on man,” Max said as he waved me over. “Those fucking Big Gulps go right through you.” His two foremen were smiling, I hesitated, then the pig in me took over and I swallowed Max first. Just like last time, his dick sprang to life the minute he had finished, but I pulled off, scooted to his foreman, and drank him down, then the next. My gut was bursting full now and Max was standing there stroking, “Come on, let me see your ass,” he said. I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed them my pink hole as they took their time jacking off. At one of the foremen’s urging I even fingered my hole a bit which seemed to send the three of them over the edge almost in unison. We continued the walk through like nothing had happened and two weeks later we had closed on the house, all the contracts for the remodel were signed, and Max and his crews were all set to get to work.

 

It was the first full day of work on the house, so during my lunch hour I left the office and drove over and found several of Max’s trucks in the driveway, but I didn’t see much activity going on at all, which just pissed me off. Once I got into the house I could hear voices near the back so I walked in and found several guys, some with yellow construction hats on, tank tops or wife beaters, all sitting around, drinking, eating, and smoking. One of the foremen I had met before was there so I asked, “Hey, where’s Max?  I wanted to see what’s happening.”

 

The foreman laughed, “This is what’s happening man, there was some shit with the permit or something.  We’re just chilling for now. But hey, I think he left some plans and shit for you sign downstairs. Let me show you.”

 

As soon as we got downstairs the foreman led me to the yellow brick laundry room, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and started stroking. “Let me see your hole again,” he said. “I haven’t shot in a few days and need to crank one out. No, come closer, let me feel your hole.”

 

I hesitated, but backed up a little closer and with his right hand he took his middle finger and started rubbing my hole as he jacked off with his left and quickly shot a load.

 

“Well that’s new,” Max said as I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with one of his crew. Shit! The foreman who had just jerked off pulled his pants up and left as Max walked in, closed the door, dropped his pants and said, “I’ve got a pot of coffee coursing through these veins, time to drink.” I blushed from feeling like I had been caught, kneeled, and drank Max dry and then the guy he had with him.

I turned to show him my ass like before but Max laughed and said, “No way, that’s not going to work anymore. Turn around here and suck me right, suck me good like I know you can and let me watch my buddy here finger that hole. That’ll make me pop this nutt damn quick because there’s too much shit to take care of today to waste my fucking time with you teasing. You want this house done right? You do it now.”

 

I glared at Max, he knew. He knew I couldn’t, knew I was with Dana. Knew I did not want to cheat on him. Max seemed to be able to read my mind as he laughed and said, “Its only cheating if you get caught.  Come on man, suck me!”

 

So I bent over and started sucking on Max’s big dick as his friend started rubbing his finger around my hole. God how good his dick tasted! Mix of sweat, precum, so unlike Dana’s dick that always tasted of a hint of soap. I started to moan in pleasure as I sucked on Max and his construction crew guy fingered my hole, pushing his finger in a little at a time until he was like a fucking roto-rooter trying to find a clogged drain. “Been a long time since you got bred big big poz dick hasn’t it?” Max asked.

 

I could only moan in reply as the guy fingering my ass spit on my hole and worked a second finger in. “You were always such a cum pig, that hole just made for breeding, such a shame to let it go to waste,” Max went on. I just figured this was him talking dirty like before until I felt the blunt head of the construction guy’s dick pushing against my hole. I suddenly pulled off Max and away from the guy, my heart racing a 100 miles per hour from the need and want of what I was doing battling my guilt and commitment to Dana.  Max spoke in a low and determined tone, “You want this house done right? You’ll do what I say and if not – well you always hear stories of how construction delays end up costing a fortune, and it would be a terrible shame if somehow Dana saw this.”

 

There, in full color on the damn iphone was a shot of me sucking Max’s dick and my ass getting fingered. “You know me well enough,” Max went on, “To know I don’t make idle threats and I could give a flip fuck about what you have going on at home. I just want to have some fun, and ensure some fun for my guys too. So here’s the deal. At least every couple of days, no let’s say every other day, I want you to come by here to ‘check on the work’. Every day would work too.  Fuck I’ll make you an official part of my crew.  Let me see, I’ll hire you as a design consultant. That will give you a valid reason to tell whoever you need to, and you can tell them that while I am not paying you in cash for your ‘services’, I am giving you a healthy discount, along with other benefits of course.” Max laughed at his own joke then finished, “So you better take that nice suit of yours off so you don’t mess it up, and this ain’t going to take long, but its time that you get your ass bred like the good cum pig you are because my poz dick is READY!.”

As what Max said all sank in, I realized my dick was straining at the thought of taking him up my ass. I didn’t say a word as I took off my dress shoes, and carefully laid my suit on the back of an old chair and finished undressing. I bent back over, took Max’s dick back in my mouth, and the construction crew guy drove two fingers up my ass, added some spit, then the first raw dick I had taken in ages started to slowly spread my ass ring as inch after inch of dick pushed into me. RAW DICK FEELS SO GOOD! I had forgotten how good it was, how much I needed it - poz or neg - and I could only moan as Max started talking dirty, urging his guy to breed me. The guy fucking me grunted and I could feel hot spurts of his load start coating my guts and could only groan some more.

 

He and Max quickly traded places and as I sucked the guy clean, Max sighed, “OH YEAH!!! Great cummed up ass! You like that cum pig? Like taking that big raw dick? I know you do. Just keep doing what you’re doing and let me enjoy this.” Max wasted no time and within several strokes he tensed, pulled on my thighs to pull me as far back onto him as I could go, and added his big load to my ass. While his guy wanted more, Max sent him back upstairs and while I sucked Max clean he said, “I know you needed that and you liked that. Remember what I said and we’ll be good. Want another load? Some hot poz cum? I could shoot again in no time.”

 

I practically ran back to my car – no walk of shame for me – and luckily did not run into any of the other construction guys. I barely made it back to my office before I had to use the bathroom and let all that cum out of my ass. The stall smelled like sex, which made my dick hard, and I could not stop thinking about Max’s raw dick, so I quickly jacked off, cleaned up, and when I got back to my desk had 4 messages from Dana wanting to know where I was and one from my boss who was pissed that my lunch hour had gone late. I did as Max ordered and started showing up at the house as much as I could. Between work and home with Dana, it was difficult, but Max was his same old good natured self and even put a desk with a ton of papers and shit on it down in the laundry room for me, “So you can tell yourself this ain’t what it is,” Max said, “And for anyone else, all the proof you need that you are here on business.”

Each time I showed up the house, Max or the foreman and one or two of the construction guys were ready to fuck me in the yellow brick room. Max and the foreman and one other guy always started off pissing down my throat first, the rest just wanted raw ass. They all were sweaty, dirty, nasty verbal men and no one ever asked about using a condom or status before sliding their raw dick up my ass and breeding me. Most of them preferred to spit fuck or fuck using someone else’s cum for lube even though I had bought a large bottle of WET that I hid in a toolbox. The result was my ass was often sore.  I was sure Dana would be able to tell I had been fucked, so our sex life at home took a decline and when we did have sex.  I had to totally fake it as all I could think about was how bad it was, how I hated his condom covered dick, and just wanted to feel  Max inside me - raw.

 

Any time I started to feel guilty about cheating on Dana I just kept telling myself it was only for a few months until the house was done. Then we would be rid of Max and this would all be over. Well denial is easier said then done.  In addition, the strain of my job, the new house, and my cheating on Dana, soon started to take its toll. Dana got suspicious about the time I was spending at the new house and showed up at the house by himself one day. The foreman showed him around, showed him my desk, told him he did not know when I would be back and that Dana should ask the boss. Luckily all the evidence was deep in my ass, so all Dana found was exactly what he was supposed to.

 

Now, several months later, all I can think about is my next breeding. I love being a cum pig again and Max just laughs at how eager I am to get out of my suit and bend over for some raw dick. There is nothing romantic about it all, just man-on-man action, raw dick and ass, and bucket loads of cum up my guts. Today I had left the office in between meetings and knew I did not really have enough time, but I needed to take some cum.

 

I raced to the house, grabbed two of the construction guys who had the biggest dicks, went down to the yellow brick room and did not even take my suit off. I just dropped my pants, hiked up my shirt, and begged, “FUCK ME! BREED ME! CUM IN ME!.”

 

They took turns fucking me, each of them saying shit like, “You want some raw dick all the time? Want that POZ dick and cum? Too bad you can’t get it at home. You want to be able to take raw dick at home too? You want to be a cum pig for us any time of the day or night? Tell us you want raw dick all the time! Tell us you want to be our cum pig. Tell us you want us to come fuck you at home too.”

 

Shit, with a dick up my ass I would agree to anything and told them all they wanted to hear and more and got two loads from each up my ass. I was running wicked late and had to call the office and tell them my car broke down. It was not until I was walking in the building that I noticed all the cum spots on my pants. SHIT!

So here I am hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – and just as my frustration is reaching a boiling my phone started to buzz. I fished the phone out of my pocket.  It was Dana texting me.  He rarely texts me, so I tap on the message icon and up pops his message that includes a number of pictures. His text says, “Enjoy your fucking house and don’t bother coming back to the apartment. I’ve called your ‘friend’ Max to come pick up your shit.”

 

I slowly scrolled through the series of pictures and they are shot after shot of me being fucked by Max and his construction guys, including a couple clearly showing my ass taking raw dick.  DAMN!  I set the phone on the floor, it buzzes again with another new text.  I tap on the message icon and it is from Max, “See you at the house tonight pig – me and the boys are planning to seed and breed you good and will give you a bucket of POZ cum up those guts to welcome you home.”

[Guest pozbtm1967]

love to see this continue

[pozpopperpig]

Damn HOT! Love to find me a place to "renovate"! <EG>

[evilqueerpig]

The Wonderful Wizzer of POZ!