Once again, my mind was kicked and my reality rocked. I was now performing sexual acts with another man, naked for the pleasure of these anonymous men. My cock twitched and pushed deeper into George's mouth.
My mind whirled and not for the last time wondered what a I would experience over the next year. My mind couldn't begin to fathom those depths and it made me wonder if George would be around for any of it.
I moved our positions around until George was straddling me and I could look up into his crotch. I shifted position again and was now looking at his hair lined crack. I ran my finger along it, pressing in on his hole as I passed it. His hole clinched tightly closed but a shiver ran through his body.
I licked my finger and probed again. I moved again and brought my tongue up to his hole. I licked it tentatively. He gasped around my cock and I felt his spasm against me. I licked again and probed with my tongue. While I was marveling at his wonderful taste another part of my brain was trying to connect with the real world. It wanted to know why the Tom of the last 20 something years would ever want to lick the hole of another man. It wasn't something I had ever contemplated.
But the sexual part of me enjoyed at and craved it. I had a mental picture then of those characters you see in movies. One me sitting on one shoulder, all sleazy and slutty, urging me on and on the other shoulder, the preppy dressed version of me going, 'Tsk, Tsk, why would you possible want to do something like that. It is disgusting.'
The image made me laugh into his crack. That's when I heard, "Can you believe that? These guys are naked letting us watch their depraved acts. See that one is licking the other one's ass."
I closed my eyes and felt my cock engorge more, thrusting deeper into George's mouth. I felt his body tense up again. I whispered into his hole that it was okay. And as if he had really heard me, he relaxed a bit and went back to work on my cock.
I had now worked my tongue into his hole a bit and he was moaning and pushing back on my tongue. I kept this up and used my finger as well to work around and push in. He wiggled his ass, then moved quickly. I thought I had gone too far and he was freaking out.
Instead he moved up and wrapped his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly and whispered into my ear, "Is this really a bad thing? Am I doing something I shouldn't? Am I going to regret this?"
I couldn't answer that for him. I hug him back and whispered back, "Just do what you want to do. You know that I am yours to use as you wish." He looked me in the eyes and I saw the confusion there and some moisture as well. He moved his head and looked towards the men along the wall.
'What about them?" he whispered back. "What will they think?"
"Does it matter right now?" I said stressing the right now part. I felt his cock move against me. Was he too far gone to make a rational decision? He shook his head.
Then he whispered urgently into my ear, "Would you fuck me?" The deja vu was startling. How many hours ago had I asked Sir the same question. I shivered a bit and he must have thought I did that in disgust because he said, "I am sorry I asked."
He started to roll away from me. I pulled him back close and rubbed my cock along his and said, "No, its okay. I would love to."
He smiled meekly then and moved off of me. I wondered what was going on then I realized he was positioning himself face down on the bed to allow me access to his ass. I moved around and lifted his hips up, spread his cheeks and began to really apply saliva to his hole and trying to loosen it up.
He moaned and tried to hump the bed, but I was holding him away from it. I heard comments coming from the men, but tried to tune them out and concentrate the task at hand. Not that it was work, but I wanted to focus on it and enjoy it fully. But in the back of my mind I still thought about the comments these guys were making about the perverts down there.
When I moved up to mount him there were gasps from the men and move comments of disgust and degradation about both of us. But it only drove me on. The humiliation was fueling my desire and my need.
I spit in my hand and lubed up my cock. Then I lined up on his quivering hole. And as I slowly pushed in, I wondered when I would be experiencing this. He gasped and I remembered what Sir had told me and I whispered, "Push out, like you are taking a dump.'
He did and I felt his hole relax a bit and I slid in. Just a little and he cried out. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, concerned.
"No" he said breathlessly. "Just go slow until I am used to it." He pushed back and I eased in a bit more. Once I got the head passed the tight ring I rested while he panted in breathes. I felt him nod and I slid in deeper, slowly pushing my way in.
He reached back and pushed on my thighs as a signal to hold up for a moment. I waited until he pulled on my thigh. It seemed an eternity for me to become completely embedded in him. I kept my cock there, but flexed it in his hole. He moaned.
Then I began to slowly slide out. As I did this, I felt a bump in his ass and he jumped. I must be hitting his prostate. I moved back and forth across this spot driving him crazy. His hole spasmed around my dick. It felt so tight and so good. The warmth and tightness was a whole new experience for me.
I felt myself approaching the edge fast, but I wanted to make this last for him. I heard him panting below me as he thrust his butt back towards me, urging me to continue.
I became a bit rougher in my thrusts, concentrating on hitting that bump over and over.
"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I couldn't belive this was George saying this. I heard more comments from the men, but again it just spurred me on. I would show them how perverted I could be. I started banging his ass hard and fast.
George began to thrash his head back and forth. He continued to clamp down on my shaft as I pistoned his ass. I reached under him and took his cock in my hand. This allowed him to fuck it as I fucked him. I felt him shiver again.
Then I felt the rush beginning to overwhelm me. That complete loss of control that precedes that ultimate burst of pleasure. I felt his cock swell in my hand and knew he was close as well.
I whispered in his ear, "I'm cumming. " Then louder, "I'm cumming."
He screamed, "Fuck me! I'm going to blow!" I saw his hand gripping the leather until his fingers were white.
I felt it hit me and I pushed deep and hard into him and began to shoot. I felt the warmth of his own spunk shooting through my fingers. His breathing was raspy between clinched teeth. I was panting myself as I pumped load after load into his tight hole.
Finally the sensitivity hit me and I had to just stay in one position. He clamped down on my shaft and I moaned. I thought I was going to have to pull out, I was so sensitive and he was driving me crazy.
I removed my hand and automatically brought it to his mouth. He licked his cum from my fingers greedily. I don't know that he had any cognitive thought of what he was doing.
I lay there a moment then pulled out. I reached down and scooped up some of my cum and brought it to his lips. He again sucked it clean. "He just ate cum that came out of his own ass!" I heard. I reached down and scooped up a bit more and brought it to my lips.
I closed my eyes and savored the taste all the more with the comments coming from the men.
But then the high subsided and realization struck home. My cock was satisfied and now my brain had reengaged. And I was humiliated and ashamed of my actions.
I could tell that George was having similar feelings as he brought his hands under his body and lowered his crotch to the bed, as if he could hide himself there.
"And now, boy, it is your turn to have your request granted." It took me a second for it to click. Was he going to fuck me now?
"And I think that it should be a significant occasion for you. So I have some additional people that want to observe this unique event." My pulse raced at that statement. He had shocked me once again. George looked terrified and had no clue what was going on.
He moved over to the corner and sat there wide eyed as Sir gave instructions. Sir opened a door and several other people walked in. Paul and Trevor were two of the 8 or 10 men that walked in. I couldn't see any other faces as they sat in the dim area joining the other men that were there. Now it seemed at least a dozen men where there to witness this.
I was scared shitless as I wondered what was going to happen. My dick throbbed as I trembled in anticipation. After the men where seated, the lights where I sat brightened.
Sir came over in leather chaps and a leather cod piece. Seeing him dressed like that stirred my cock. His chest and arms glistened with what appeared to be sweat. He had a strong musky smell about him.
He moved over to me and positioned me up on my hands and knees. "Easy, boy," he whispered into my ear as he felt me tremble under his hands.
He motioned George to come over. George moved reticently over to me. He hand George a bottle and said, "Use this and rub it into his hole and begin to stretch it."
George's hands shook as he opened the bottle and put some on his fingers. I felt his fingers at my hole and tightened up. "Relax, boy," Sir said.
I remembered his comments when he inserted the plug in my ass and pushed out a bit. George's finger slipped in and I gasped. He began to wiggle his finger around and I moaned.
Sir told him to use two fingers. He added more lube and then inserted them quickly into my ass. He pushed them in deeply and moved them around. He struck my prostate. I felt an electric shock shoot through my body and I was now stone hard and beginning to drip.
Sir moved George's head down and positioned it at my ass. "Lick it and get it nice and wet, boy." I heard him use boy and wondered what George thought about that. But soon I felt his warm mouth on my ass and his tongue moving around. Sir used his hands on George's head to push it deeply in my ass and rub it around.
He worked feverishly to get his tongue working as fast as Sir was pushing him. His warm breath and tongue were driving me wild. He had managed to get his tongue into my hole and it made me moan again.
Once again I was becoming caught up in the fog of lust and only vaguely noticed the spectators watching me. But I was enough aware of the situation to have it heighten my lust.
Sir, had George go back to using his fingers and adding more lube to my hole. I think he managed to get three fingers in and was rapidly moving them in, out and around. I felt my hole becoming slipperier each moment.
I was now groaning and pushing back into his fingers, wanting more. My eyes were clamped shut and I was seeing flashes of light through them and thought I was seeing stars!
George with drew his fingers and I groaned loudly at the emptiness.
Only a second or two passed when I felt him again pushing at my hole. But he must be trying to get four fingers or his fist into my hole because it hurt! I gasp and cried out a bit as he pushed harder. Then I realized it was a cock in my ass! Sir had mounted me. Or at least I thought it had to be him.
He was not gently but quickly pushed me down on to his huge swollen tool. Then he stopped. I panted and felt the waves from the spasm in my hole at the expansion. I was sucking in air through clenched teeth trying to tolerate the pain.
He held me there and again I saw stars. Finally, the pain subsided a bit and he began to slowly withdraw from my hole. I didn't want to be empty! I wanted him inside of me!
He stopped right at the entrance and then pushed back in. I sighed and arched my back, raising my head. It was beginning to fee sooooo good!
He pulled back out again. When the head of his cock rubbed against my prostate I felt a more powerful electric shock than with George's fingers.
He must have felt my body respond because he grabbed my waist and started pumping in and out over that spot. It was driving me wild. My head was thrashing back and forth and my breathing was becoming more ragged.
I felt his hand move and he lifted me, turned me and then I was sitting on his cock and he was under me. "Fuck yourself, boy," he instructed. His voice was heavy with lust, no longer the expressionless voice I usually heard.
I moved my hands and once I had them propped on his thighs I began to raise and lower myself on his dick. My hole gripped his shaft as I rode it. I would change my speed faster and slower depending on where his cock was in my hole.
I rode fast when it was positioned over that magic spot in my hole and slow when he was deep inside me.
I have no clue how long this went on because I totally lost track of time. My eyes continued to register the flashes of light and I was sure my brain was misfiring.
At one point he commanded, "Open you eyes, boy, and look at me." I did as instructed and saw the pleasure on his face.
He gripped my hips and began to control the rhythm of the action. I watched his face and his expressions as he worked me on his cock, almost as if he was using me to jack off with.
This time, with my eyes open, I saw the flashes and realized it was the flash from a camera. I was being photographed as I was being fucked. Oh Fuck! But it just added to the mix and I was fast approaching the edge.
I began to want to control the intensity and speed again, but he had strength enough to keep the pace the way he wanted. Once I closed my eyes to savor the feelings washing over me and he nearly yelled, "Look at me, boy!"
I obeyed. He smiled and said, "I want to see your expression when I fill your hole with my man spunk. I want to see your respond. I want you to see how you please me, boy." His smile broadened and he added, "And I want to have your eyes open for the cameras, so they can see your pleasure. Not that that is important to me, boy."
Indeed, flashes were going off all around and I continued to look at his face. He was sweating and I longed to lick the sweat from his face, from his chest and even his arm pits. His musky smell was becoming over powering and I felt the beginning of the rush over take me.
He swelled inside of me and hammered away on that wonderful spot. It hit me then as I felt the hot spurt of liquid in my ass and I began to shoot. It washed over me and consumed me. I wanted it to go on forever.
He pushed deep inside of me and I had clamped down tightly on his rod when I shot.
He pushed deeper twice and I knew he was unloading another blast in my ass. I shivered with release of all the pent up tension in my body.
I felt faint for a moment but was brought back to reality as I felt myself being moved once again. He shifted position and next I knew he was standing and I was still impaled on him. He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"You did well, boy." I felt my heart swell at his praise. I only want to make him proud of me! And then a click of reality and I realized what I was doing and wondered about what I was becoming.
"Lick my pits clean, boy." He lifted his right arm, while he still held me with his left. I buried my face in his pit. The smell was overpowering and intoxicating. I lapped it up.
As I did, I caught a glimpse of George sitting in the corner. His mouth hung open with his eyes wide open. I wondered if he was disgusted or desirous. I moved my head a bit as I worked around his pit and saw that George had his hand on his cock. It was rock hard, dripping and he was slowly stroking it. He was turned on!
I moved to the other pit when directed and on this side caught glimpses of the men who had been there to see my first fuck. I closed my eyes for a second at the humiliation that first washed over me.
Then I opened them and tried to smile. I recognized Paul and my trainer. A couple of other men, I thought I might have seen over the last couple of days. Was that the cop that had stopped us? Was that the guy from the shop where I was shaved? The faces blurred then as I fought tears.
I didn't know if they were tears of shame or joy or just release. Sir moved my head until I was over his nipple and he pressed my face into it. I began sucking on his nipple and realized I must look like one fucked up dude nursing on this guy's tit.
He moved me to the other one and I savored the taste of it until he lifted me off of his dick and sat me down on the bed. He reached down and wiped some of my cum off of his chest and fed it to me.
Again like a baby, I sucked his fingers clean. He moved me around and wiped up my crack. He again brought his fingers to my mouth and I knew I was sucking his cum that came from my ass.
Waves of emotions washed over me, humiliation, shame, pride, lust, worry and wonder.
He continued to feed me his cum and mine and I continued to lap it up. I know at one point it was too much for me and tears began to stream down my face.
He picked me up and put me down again on my hands and knees. He patted my ass and said, "No need to cry, boy. You have done well for your first time." He paused and rubbed his hand over my ass. It caused me to tremble again. He affect me on such a primal level, it was difficult for me to understand.
"There are several others here that want to experience you on this special night, boy." He let that sink in before continuing. "They have paid me a great deal of money, boy, so make sure you please each and everyone of them."
I saw men moving around me. Some of them were in jocks, some naked and some of them in leather. I trembled again. I had no idea how many of them there were.
One man moved behind me and I felt him at my bruised hole. He gripped my hips and pulled me onto his cock. I cried out. He wasn't as large as Sir, but it was the suddenness of the impalement that got to me.
"Silence, boy, or you will be punished. Let's help him about a bit and fill his mouth, so he cannot scream." I saw a dick approaching my mouth. I opened my mouth automatically and the cock was pushed deep into my throat gagging me. There was some laughter at this.
"And you, George, get over here and take him to his own pleasure." In a moment, I felt a mouth encircle my engorged cock. George was sucking me cock.
Soon it all became a fog again. Tears streamed down my face when I gagged, but my feelings were not taken into consideration.
My hole was pounded and my throat worked. I lost count of the number of men that used me. I could only tell when one was larger or smaller than the last. I also lost count of the number of times I shot into George's working mouth. He had to be getting tired of working my cock as well.
The flashes had continued on and on. I had my eyes closed concentrating on the cock pumping my mouth.
When the last cocks were removed from me I was limp. I could hardly continue to stay on my hands and knees.
"Turn over on you back, boy." I did as instructed, opening my eyes for the first time in a log time. The men were gathered around the leather bed I was on. Most were naked now and had a sheen of sweat on them. Some played with themselves as they watched me.
"Now, I think you should show these men, how much pleasure you got out of their treatment of you, boy. Jack off for these men. Let them see how you pleasure yourself, boy." He smiled. "And when you have cum you can go have a shower and get all cleaned up."
When I reached down I couldn't believe that I was hard. But I wasn't sure I could come again. I had already cum several times. My dick felt sore as I began to stroke it. I closed my eyes and played over the events of the evening.
As I saw in my mind's eye my fucking of George and then Sir's preparation of me for my first fucking and then the fucking, my excitement increased. It was still going to take some doing, but I continued to relive those moments. The ones following of the continual use by all of these men was beyond me at the moment.
I lay there for 10 - 15 minutes working on my cock, massaging my balls and then it clicked. I was on display again and these men were watching me perform my most intimate action. All those emotions rushed at me then and I felt the rush of climax barreling down on me.
"Open your eyes, boy," Sir demanded. I did as instructed and looked into his eyes and I began to orgasm. I can't say cum because not much came out, but the feeling was there none the less. I lay panting as I pulled on my cock until the high passed.
And like clockwork, as soon as the rush was past, reality clicked in and I felt a wave of revulsion at my activities until I heard, "Good job, boy." My heart swelled and I had to close me eyes to squeeze out the tears that formed there.
"Come let's get you to the shower, boy." He reached down and pulled me up. He put an arm across my back and until the opposite arm and held me up.
We walked. Rather he walked and I struggled along with his help. I felt hands roaming over my body as we passed through the gauntlet of men. Nothing was off limits for them. They tweaked my nipples, squeezed my cock and balls, and slapped my ass. Fingers were inserted in my mouth and I licked them clean. I had no idea where they had been or what they were covered with. The tastes became a kaleidoscope of various male fluids; sweat, cum, piss, and I was sure the taste of someone's ass. Or was it my ass?
I was led through the house to a section I hadn't seen. In the center of the room was glass enclosed shower. Sir led me, left and closed the door. I leaned against the side of the shower. I opened my eyes and saw that the men had followed us in and were gathered around the shower.
Evidently the show wasn't over yet. Oh, fuck, I thought to myself. Then the freezing water hit me.
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