What Happens in P-Town...

[bareitall]

Thom and I were on the prowl at a sleaze bar in P-town: dim lights, stiff drinks, good porn over-head, and no room to maneuver without brushing up against a nice package or two. Thom, my hunky, tattooed husband, was scouting out the crowd while I headed to the restroom to take a piss. He was all business -- eager to whore out my ass and maybe sink his cock into a new hole or two. And, being a well-built former college quarterback, Thom seldom had trouble getting what he wanted.

As I pushed my way through the crowd back to Thom, I found him chatting up a couple – both blond boys, mid 30s, one about 5’10”, the other closer to 6’, both nicely built, and both in tight t-shirts showing off their pecs and shorts showing off their butts. Score Thom!

“Alex, this is John and Mark. John and Mark, this is my husband Alex” Thom introduced.

Thom was already standing in a tight circle with John and Mark when I walked up and John pulled me into the circle with his hand pushing down my back and into my shorts, where his fingers quickly found and started to play with my hole. I had opted for a jockstrap instead of undies that night and had pre-lubed my hole in case we encountered a top who wanted a restroom quickie. Yeah, I’m a slut, but John wasn’t complaining -- he had easy access.

“These are our kind of guys…” I thought to myself “…not afraid to cut to the chase.”

We chatted for a while, drinking and group-groping, eventually finding out that John and Mark, were also from NYC where John worked in high-end fashion and Mark worked for a large tech firm. This was perfect: another couple like us wanting to cut loose.

Thom now had his hand down Mark’s back side, while I was working mine into John’s crotch. After brushing past a small glass bottle in his front pocket – which I assumed were poppers (another good sign these guys were ready to play) -- I hit pay dirt. John was fucking hung huge – long, thick, and getting hard. This was going to be fun.

We figured out that John and Mark were staying at the same inn on the west end just a few rooms down from us. We had a large suite at the end of the inn with plenty of space to play; so Thom suggested we move the fun back to our place. We walked back to the inn arm-in-arm, Thom fondling Mark and John playing with my hole. I was psyched.

Once inside, Mark and I decided to do a few puffs of weed (I get even more slutty when I’m stoned), after which we both hit our knees and started sucking off Thom and John. Mark and I traded off our husbands’ cocks and occasionally double-teamed the same dick, getting them both nice and wet.

When I backed up a moment to take off my shoes and shirt, I noticed Mark had already shed his shorts to reveal an adorable tan line and perfect bubble butt with a dusting of peach fuzz. As he bent over sucking Thom’s cock, I caught a glimpse of his sweet pink hole. It looked too good to pass up, so I rimmed him while he serviced Thom and John.

Things continued to heat up, so we moved the action into the bed room. Thom took a turn at Mark’s hole –he had him on his back, knees touching the shoulders, and ass in the air so he could have full access to tonguing out that sweet hole. Meanwhile John was opening up my hole – first one, then two, then three fingers. I was psyched at the prospect of getting fucked by his huge cock and I kept bearing down to open up my hole as much as possible. As John worked my hole, I whispered to him “Yeah, you gonna use that hole?” His cock twitched. I knew he wanted it bad.

Thom also seemed to be on the edge, abruptly ending the rim job, scooting up the bed until his pierced cock was lined up with Mark’s hole and was ready to push in.

“Do you have a condom?” Mark asked, “We only play safe.”

Fuck! Thom usually screens out the condom police before we even get out of the bar. How did we miss this? Thom explained we only fuck bare. John grimaced awkwardly at Mark even while he still had three fingers up my ass. I flexed my hole to remind him what he would be passing up. As I did, his big cock twitched again. He still wanted it.

But safe is safe, so we split up by partners – Thom fucking me bare and John wrapping it up to fuck Mark. I had a mind to just call it a night. What good is a foursome if it isn’t a foursome? While Thom’s cock always feels great in my hole, having the safety twins next to us was a bit of a mood killer.

Fortunately, Mark came soon (probably fantasizing about Thom’s bare pierced cock in his ass) and John moaned like he did too (although I think he faked it). Then they both got dressed and politely let themselves out the back.

Now with the bed to ourselves, we could let loose and have some fun. Thom was still pissed and decided to take it out on my hole.

“Fuck safe. Only raw cock is ever going to fuck your hole.” Thom grunted while pummeling me face down and ass up. “I should give you a load, take you down to Dick Dock, pull down your shorts, and let those guys take turns with sloppy seconds.”

Thom was getting even more worked up. He hates not getting what he wants (and he wanted Mark’s hole) and loves working out his frustration with a rough fuck (which he was giving me). I kept my ass in the air, head down on the pillow, and huffing poppers in order to take thrust after thrust of his pierced cock. It was tearing up my hole.

“Fucking condom queens…” Thom groaned “…should have just rammed it in and asked questions later.”

Now, Thom pre-cums a lot. So, between his aggressive pounding and his continuous stream of precum, my hole was getting really open and really sloppy, just like I love it. I was stoned and on a popper high to boot, which meant I was just a hole ready to be used.

Then suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow in the bedroom door. It was John. He must have let himself back in. He looked like a deer in headlights –jaw dropped at the sight of Thom’s cock thrusting in and out of my wet hole. Thom paused with his ass clenched and cock buried deep in my upturned ass in order to hear what John had to say. I took the opportunity to take another big whiff of poppers while John explained that Mark had sent him back to get the poppers they left on our nightstand.

In one swift move, Thom pulled out of my hole with a wet plop and pivoted to face John in the doorway while pulling my ass cheeks apart so that my gaping hole was showing, slick with lube and precum.

“Come on, don’t you want to sink your big dick into this hole?” Thom taunted.

“Yeah, we won’t tell.” I added, while making my hole wink for John.

I heard John’s shorts hit the wooden floor and the next thing I know, he was on top of me with the head of his cock pushing into my ass. I had to take another hit of poppers – that boy was hung and was hard as a rock. He had definitely faked it before. Fucking condoms.

Once John was fucking me, Thom did nothing but egg him on:

“Fuck it man, fuck it!...You gonna use that hole?...Yeah, you gonna put a load in his ass?”

Thom was seriously getting off on whoring out my ass. And Thom’s taunts were starting to get to John -- his pace steadily increased as his breathing sync’d with his thrusts and slowly turned into staccato guttural grunts. Did I mention his huge cock was ROCK HARD? I guess I’d be rock hard too if I were bare-fucking a slut hole while my husband was just a few rooms down. Thom had already torn up my ass with his pierced dick and here John was giving me another reaming. Sweet.

“Come on dude, do it. We won’t tell.” Thom snarled at John.

That apparently sent John over the edge. With one final thrust, he unloaded, shooting several salvos of spunk deep in my hole. He held still for a few moments as he caught his breath, balanced between his hands on the bed and his cock in my ass. Then, he quickly pulled out, pulled on his shorts, grabbed the poppers from the nightstand and was gone in a flash.

I could feel cum dripping from my hole. Thom examined my hole for a minute, pulling my cheeks apart. He said it was red and puffy. I agreed…it felt red and puffy. Then, without warning, he rammed his pierced cock into my hole, jackhammering my ass until he added his own load up there and collapsed on top of me.

My hole had been thoroughly used. I was happy. As I was thinking about my cummy hole and starting to drift off to sleep, Thom rolled off me and said, “Put on some board shorts and nothing else. I’m taking you to Dick Dock.”

…

The next morning, we bumped into Mark and John at our favorite brunch spot. We said our awkward hellos and made chit-chat about our respective plans for the day, all while Thom had his hand down my shorts fingering the loads in my hole. Mark was directly facing me so he couldn’t see a thing. And John? Well, John looked a little nervous. But we didn’t tell.

[rim4days]

Great story man. Always fun to be had in P-town

[surryboi]

Great story, will there be more?

[mike43]

hot story hope there is going to be more

[bareitall]

Great story, will there be more?

There will be. I have to tell you about what happened at Dick Dock...

[bareitall]

“Put on some board shorts and nothing else. I’m taking you to Dick Dock.”

No rest for the wicked. I hopped up and pulled on shorts and sneakers while concentrating on keeping the two loads of cum in my hole. Thom went shirtless too, showing off the tribal tatts running from arm to arm across his shoulders and down his back, still glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

“And here, take a couple of hits before we go” Thom said, passing me the bong. He knows how to make me my sluttiest. I complied and then grabbed the poppers before we set out.

As we walked to the Boatslip, my loose shorts slowly edged lower and lower down my waist and, with each step, a small trickle of cum seeped out of my hole. The cool night air felt amazing on my wet hole. I felt so exposed.

As we turned down the alley to Dick Dock, I could see a couple of silhouettes darting under the deck. It was about 1 am, so a nice crowd should be picking up. Thom led me to the center of activity, parking me against one of the beams jutting out from the stem wall that runs the length of Dick Dock.

“Bend over and stick your ass out” Thom barked out of the darkness. I could barely make out the outline of his body.

So I hugged the beam for support as I stuck out my ass. Thom ripped open the Velcro of my shorts and pushed them to my ankles.

“I know. Step out of your shorts for a minute” Thom suggested with a sinister tone in his voice.

More than a little stoned, I had complied before I even thought to question what he was going to do with my shorts. In no time flat, he had folded them in half lengthwise and partly tucked them into the back of his shorts so that they were neatly draped over his ass.

“Now you don’t have to worry about the sand.”

Yeah, I only needed to worry about getting busted buck-naked under Dick Dock with cum dripping out of my ass. But I guessed that was exactly Thom’s idea as he pulled my ass cheeks apart inviting strangers to step up and take a turn. He occasionally slapped my cummy hole, making a wet sound that advertised my hole was already well lubed.

I could feel guys slowly closing in around us. I felt so vulnerable there, completely naked, bent over with my ass sticking up, just a hole Thom was whoring out. I could tell things were about to get rolling, so I took a long whiff of poppers.

Sure enough, mid-hit I felt the cool steel of a PA and a warm cock head nudging my hole. The poppers hit and my hole opened up, making my fucker let out a soft moan as his cock sank in and he felt the cum already lubing my hole. I could feel the path of the PA as it scraped its way up into my gut.

“Yeah, tear up that hole” Thom urged as my fucker grabbed me by the waist and slowly set up a rhythm.

Thom straightened me up a bit as he moved to my chest to chew on my nips. He knew all of the buttons to push to get my hole as open as possible. As my ass lips continued to swell from all the rough fucking and as my hole pushed out onto his cock, my fucker picked up speed, pounding what was now becoming quite a sloppy cunt.

In between attacking my nips, Thom would tease the stranger pummeling my ass, “Yeah, use it…Come on, give him what you’ve got…Own that hole…”

The night air off the bay was cool, but with all the guys pressing in around us, it was stuffy. The sweaty scent of men fucking and sucking crowded out the fresh sea smell. Growls, moans, and the staccato of skin slapping up against wet, slick skin rose and fell, undulating against the sound of the waves crashing in the background. A backroom on a beach: no one was talking, just fucking.

Thom tapped my hand holding the poppers, indicating I should take a huff as he slid around behind my fucker. Thom was good at this: turning a top fucking my hole into his hole. The top let out a deep groan as I felt his cock go from hard to HARD – Thom must have been making his way in. I handed the poppers to Lucky Pierre who took a long, deep inhale and we all stumbled forward slightly as Thom’s cock bottomed out in him.

As Thom started fucking in earnest, he goaded Pierre, “Are you gonna bug up my hubby’s hole while I bug up yours?”

“Fuuuuck” Pierre in a low groan.

Thom was holding still and letting Pierre fuck and fuck himself on Thom’s cock.

“You want my dirty poz seed in your gut?” Thom sneered.

“FUUuuuck” pressed Pierre, getting more urgent.

“That’s my dirty seed lubing his hole. You’ve got my poz cum up in your dick and you’re gonna get it in your hole.”

“FUUUUUUuuuck”

The crowd around us was now urging Pierre to use my ass, “Yeah man……….do it……..…spunk his hole…”

Pierre had picked up speed ramming my hole and impaling himself on Thom’s cock. His breathing was heavy and I could feel sweat from his chest dripping onto my back. His crotch was soaked in sweat and cum, making a most obnoxious wet slapping sound as he pounded my ass. I was bearing down on his cock, pushing my ass out as much as I could. His PA was ripping up my insides.

“Yeah, I’m gonna knock you up while you plant your dirty seed in his ass.” Thom hissed.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK” Pierre yelled with one last ram into my cunt, shooting deep in my hole as his hole spasmed around Thom’s erupting cock.

After a couple of minutes of catching our breath, I heard Thom pull out quickly with a plop as Pierre moaned again and, as Pierre pulled slowly out of my ass, a steady stream of cum ran down my thigh.

Thom and Pierre took a few steps back to get some air and, the next thing I know, a new cock was sliding up my hole. Several guys took control of me – one of my hole, another pushing my mouth down on his cock, another feeding me popper hits, and another working my nips and occasionally sliding his hand down to feel the bare cock gliding in and out of my hole.

Several loads later, I was feeling totally used and wanting to head back to the inn. I pushed my way through the dark crowd trying to find Thom. To my surprise, I found Thom in the middle of a group, shorts down around his ankles, ass out, riding the cock of a muscle daddy. I guess a guy can only give so many loads in one night before he has to switch it up. It was totally hot as Thom doesn’t bottom that often – but when he does, he does it like a pro.

I walked up behind the muscle daddy and whispered in his ear, “That’s my husband you’re fucking. Are you gonna blow a dirty load in his hole?”

Well, that seemed to do the trick. Daddy let out a deep growl as he buried his cock deep In Thom’s ass. I reached down to feel his slick cock as it spasmed in my hub’s hole and felt cum leaking back out onto his dick. Thom must have taken more than one load. Fucking sweet.

After the daddy pulled out, I turned Thom around so we could kiss while I fingered his cummy hole. He somewhat begrudgingly agreed to call it a night and head back. As he pulled up his shorts, I asked for mine back.

“Uhh” was all I heard from Thom. And then I started to panic.

Sometime during his flipping session, my shorts had made an escape. I walked back-and-forth under the length of the deck, stark naked with a cummy gaping hole, desperately looking for my shorts. No luck. I was so pissed at Thom. I was also rock hard.

After taking John’s load, Thom’s load, Pierre’s load and several more anonymous loads, I still had not cum and the prospect of walking all the way back to the inn completely naked with my leaking hole visible to any passer-by was simultaneously making me feel totally humiliated and totally turned on.

Luckily, P-Town is dead at 3 in the morning, so we didn’t encounter anyone on the way back. Thom played it up the entire walk, randomly grabbing me, bending me over, and spreading my ass open in the middle of the street.

When we got back to the inn, we tried to get into our suite via the sliding glass door on the deck, but I guess I locked it before we left. So, we had to go around through the front entrance. I wasn’t too worried as no one had been up and about when we dragged ourselves in on previous nights. But, as we made our way through the dark main room of the in towards the door of our suite, we bumped into Frank, the owner.

He’s a muscle daddy, late 40s, hairy, short cropped hair, dark trimmed beard, and was wearing loose basketball shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I, of course, was wearing nothing but sneakers, a rock hard cock, a bottle of poppers in my hand, and a few trickles of cum down my thighs. I froze as Frank looked at me with a smirk. Thom just chuckled and pushed me into our suite and shut the door. We both had a good laugh.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to go apologize.” Thom said.

Good idea, I thought. While Thom was doing that, I took a few hits from the bong. I was still rock hard and had my mind set on sinking my shaft into Thom’s hole to see just how many loads he took. I kept thinking about watching that cock sliding in and out of his hole. Man, I really needed to get off.

After kicking off my sneakers and wiping the sand off my feet, I took a long hit of poppers, stretched out on the bed on my back with my legs in the air, and started to play with my hole – trying to push out some of the cum fucked deep into my guts. Fuck, what was taking Thom so long? My dick was rock hard as small waves of cum pushed out of my hole while I opened and closed it. I needed some attention.

As I was pushing out my hole, I did another hit of poppers, only to look up to see Thom standing in the doorway with Frank, now shirtless, whose right hand was fingering Thom’s hole and whose left hand was pulling down his own shorts.

Frank pushed Thom back onto the bed, pulling off Thom’s shorts in one swift move. We were side-by-side, knees to our shoulders, both our holes gaping open for Frank to use.

“Who has the most loads?” Frank asked.

“That would be me. I have at least six, but probably seven. I think one guy was a silent cummer.” I replied.

With that, Frank steadied himself with his hands pressing down on my thighs as he buried his shaft in my hole in one swift stroke. Frank had a long, thick tool and apparently hadn’t gotten any for a few days. As he pulled back out, he raked come out of my ass.

“Fuuuck, you weren’t kidding!” he laughed.

A couple of more strokes and his dick was covered in white frothy cum from my hole. He pulled out and quickly mounted Thom. It was so fucking hot seeing his cock fuck all of that cum from my ass into Thom’s hole. I sat up on the bed on my knees so I could get a good overhead view of Frank’s cock pounding Thom’s hole. Frank was a great fucker, but he wasn’t going to last long in that slick hole. Nobody could.

“Give him your load” was all I said.

“Arrrrrrrgh” Frank bellowed as he planted another load in my hub’s ass.

As Frank rolled off Thom, I dug a few fingers into Thom’s hole and scooped out a big load of cum to lube up my dick. Frank was still catching his breath and was more than a little confused as I pinned his legs back against his chest and sank my dick into his hairy hole.

Thom fed Frank a couple of popper hits while my cock and the cum lube opened up his hole. Frank still looked a bit confused, like he hadn’t quite caught up with the moment, although his cock was once again rock hard. I paused for a minute to push more cum out of my ass, catching it in my hand and smearing it on my cock and Frank’s hole.

“Yeah, do you get it now? You’re getting all those toxic Dick Dock loads from our asses worked right into your hole” I said mockingly.

Thom was now facing me, helping to hold Frank’s ankles while I pummeled his ass. He straddled Frank’s face as he lowered his hole onto Frank’s mouth. My tatt’d hubby feeding the innkeeper loads out of his ass while I fucked his hole using all the loads we had taken that night as lube. Fucking hot. I watched Thom’s face scrunch up as he bear down to push more cum out of his hole to feed Frank. That’s when I lost it – right in Frank’s ass.