Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2021 11:24:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: ADULT/FRIENDS- "More Stories from the Red Door" CH1 MORE STORIES FROM THE RED DOOR By Mike Austin Nasstop@yahoo.com Dear Nifty Reader: Authors enjoy your feedback, so please take a moment to share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please remember Nifty.org if you can make a donation. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially in these days of pandemic and to shut-ins around the world. The donation details appear on the site's home page. This story is a collaboration with Delos Harrison, another good buddy from the Houston metro. If you've not read the earlier story "The Red Door", this one may not be as easy to pick-up, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless. The Red Door is a gay bar/video and book store/sex toy site in El Centro, Texas and the owners, Bill and Rob, both former roughnecks, are life partners as well. They have several buds and more than a few tricks "under their belts" and this story focuses on their sex quest and a similar set of events from others involved in that earlier story. Hope you'll enjoy it and hope it grabs your `interest' and maybe more? I. As you former readers may recall, Bill Jenkins inherited land from his grandfather. As a further reminder, Bill Jenkins stood 6', carried his blond studly 200# torso and hefty uncut 9+" dick with casual ease. Rob Smith framed by his black hair and lapis blue eyes, carried his 6'2" lean frame of 180#s and ever hard 7.5" fat dick with similar ease but also with a sense of tension or sultriness. You may also recall that years ago, Bill's then-wife had run off with another roughneck and one off-week as he and Rob shared more than a few beers and margaritas, ended up in the motel sack and after some vid watching managed a jack-off session that turned Bill from his dedicated straight orientation to a committed gay bull. Rob was a helo pilot, shuttling roughnecks and riggers to/from offshore rigs. While Bill was a bull that loved to fuck, Rob's skills were his superlative cocksucking, being skull-fucked and rimming; especially trade and butch gay studs. And while no fem, Rob definitely could hold his own in a fight, but in the sack he was all bottom. Pete was a live-in trick of Rob's with a huge 10" pole who loved being blown and stuffing Rob's throat long and slow. Pete was always happy to share his slut with other buds and any horny feeder that needed a place to crash or some quick cash. Rob's arrangement with Pete enabled both guys to reap the benefits of the other. Pete had a running bet with Jake, a local wrecker driver, which included Rob as basis of the wager. Pete claimed that his slut would give Jake THE BEST blow job he ever experienced and make him cum so hard that he might get weak-kneed at orgasm. Jake wagered back that no faggot could match the asshole of his current girlfriend and that if he won the bet, Pete had to blow Jake. Pete's rep was on the line and he wasn't about to swallow Jake's beefy uncut dick. For the 5 days leading up to the "event" Pete ensured that he teased Rob, showed dick, stroked his openly, had locked up his cocksucker's dick so he couldn't cum, spanked Rob's face with a leaky hard-on and stuffed his butt with a thick dildo at the same time. He wanted his house-cocksucker to get really needy so when the day came for him to swallow Jake, there'd be no lack of enthusiasm...That Saturday after a return from a rig and return of 4 riggers, Rob headed home to find Jake and Pete watching bisex porn. Pete wasn't kidding about Jake's build and dick. There stretched out in the den, with one foot on the floor and the other leg bent against the back of the sofa, lay Jake, hard fat 9" uncut dong, head coated in precum in one hand and the other tending a fat cigar. Jake's furry torso with those bulging biceps, pecs and quads told the tale of a man that worked hard and worked out just as hard. Pete sat in the chair and ottoman, legs splayed on either side of the ottoman, feet flat on the floor; his right hand slow edging that enormous pole. His head too was coated in pre as Rob admired the pair of studs and licked his mouth. "You gonna be honest now right, Jake" Pete affirmed from his bud? Jake's nod in agreement was greeted with a huge grin and release of that fat dong, which began a dick dance from his lower torso that further snared the cocksucker Rob. Jake hiked his bent leg to lay across the top back of the sofa, giving Rob ample space between his legs to settle in and begin his dick sucking/deep throat/cum guzzling. Pete knew that further verbal teasing would get Rob extremely worked up and began; "you like that fat uncut monster right", continued "that's gonna stretch your faggot throat really wide", and "you gonna bury your face in his crotch and throat gulp that power pole"? Rob's eyes did in fact widen at the sight before him. He was visibly gulping and Pete reached for Rob's Adam's Apple to demonstrate Rob's throat lust to Jake; "look at these throat knobs that are gonna massage your cock Jake-man"; adding "better than any pussy or asshole." This time it was Jake's eyes that widened and as he stood from the sofa, Rob moved to his knees before the big wrecker drivin man. Rob began to mouth and tongue the thick vascular hairy shaft, glanced up to Jake for approval, closed his eyes and deep throated the heavy driver dick. Jake gripped the back of Rob's head and began a slow power throat fuck; driving deep, holding there then slowly pulling back, before sinking deep in the throat hole he was using. Rob was as relentless, taking the big pole, in his ever-widening throat. Rob now began adding suction to the deep throat action. "Oh my fucking dick" Jake roared as the expert cocksucker unleashed his talents and used his history as an oral master to work up Jake's sperm. Rob's jaws relaxed and opened further as Jake swelled thicker and thicker. Unable to bob his head, clamped in Jake's vice-like handgrip, Rob let the power top use his mouth and throat for his own pleasure. One of Rob's tell-tale signs of his own lust was his involuntary orgasms. Pete foresaw this and ensured that Rob had been cock-caged for a week before today's action. Rob's hips rocked back and forth trying for release to no avail. His squirms became ever more active on the floor and his own glutes tightened and released as he strained for relief. Still the throat fuck continued and now Jake had kicked it up and became more nad more verbal himself; taunting Rob with the remarks, "you eager dick licker", "you're only Jake's mouth hole", "cumslut", cumjunkie", "throat slut", "dick slime sucker" and more. Rob was almost exhausted after the 45 minute ordeal but didn't relent, he was determined to drink Jake's ball gravy. That determination finally won out and just as Rob squeezed his throat muscles again, Jake bellowed, "sonovabitch" his knees quivered and he jerked forward slamming rope after rope of thick sperm down Rob's throat. Rob's expert vacuum tube throat milked every drop from Jake and felt the big bull shudder with each cum volley. Pulling out of the well-fucked throat, Jake sat back on the sofa, legs wide, breathing rapidly, sweating like a New Orleans whore in July and watched his huge dick begin to go flaccid. Rob, wasn't done and dropped his mouth down on the softening shaft and actually milked another load from the big bulldick. Just before cumming, Jake moaned, "you fucking dickslut" and flooded his ball cream down Rob's throat. Rob's knees ached, his calf muscles throbbed as he worked to stand before the hulking bull he'd just blown. He walked slowly to the kitchen, returned with three beers and slugged down his own, just as Pete began laughing aloud, and nodding to Jake. Jake's laughter provided added bewilderment to Rob, who then recognized his own cum coating the cock-cage and his thighs. Pete added to the scene, "guess your cage doesn't hold off your cum, just your hard-on." Rob shrugged and held out his hand for the cage key, as Pete stood shaking his head no, then pressed Rob to his knees again "not just yet, you've got more dick to suck." Rob took Pete's massive dick in mouth and began more throat milking until his tall feeder flooded Rob's throat with his own salty brew. Once done, Pete took the key from his jeans pocket, handed it to rob and commented, "there ya go cum junkie" and watched Rob disappear down the hall to a bathroom for release. Pete and Jake shook hands, Jake adding "gotta admit that hole is better than either of my girlfriend's and I'll be usin that more and more; don't gotta wine or dine it, bring it flowers or worry bout it getting knocked up or havin a headache", both men then laughed out loud!!! Jake became a regular, well twice a week anyway and Rob reached a point where he'd text Jake his flight schedule for the week so Jake knew when his eater would be available. As was often the case Pete set up other feeding sessions for Rob, or one of Rob's own tops needed head, so juggling the different men at times, was a real challenge. Jake brought his 26 year-old nephew by one afternoon as a surprise dick for Rob to service. Jack was a wrecker driver at the same company as his uncle, was a 6' lanky but well-hung buzz cut stud. His cocky arrogance was what Rob craved and Jake knew it and actually talked the scene to Rob as he blew Jack. Jack kept Rob on his knees as his down-curved big headed dick plunged deep past Rob's Adam's Apple. It was just when Jack reached to grab Rob's throat and squeeze his dick inside it, that he shot his wad, holding his firing dick through Rob's throat with one hand, and the back of Rob's head with the other. As Jake and Jack were leaving, Jack turned to Rob and remarked "I'll be back for more of that".