Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 19:14:05 -0800 From: Master Gilbert Subject: Chapter 5 of Cigar Boy All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Cigar Boy, Chapter 5 The next morning was Sunday and Mike woke me up the same way he did Saturday morning, by fucking my ass. But unlike yesterday, it did not hurt nearly as bad as he guided his cock in and out of my ass. Maybe it helped that my ass was still moist from the night before. Or maybe it helped that I was still horny since Mike had not let me cum last night. In any case, I was moaning and enjoying my morning fuck this morning, but I was wondering about Rob. Mike and I got up and got our showers. Mike liked it when I washed his back and scrubbed him down. And I have to admit, I liked it too. I also liked it when Mike would use his big hands to soap me up. He really seemed to pay close attention to my ass, making sure it was clean, inside and out. But I was getting used to Mike playing with it. When we got out of the shower, Mike got out first and wrapped a towel around himself and went into the bedroom. I got out after him and took a minute to dry off before going into the bedroom. When I got back into the bedroom, I noticed that Mike had my clothes from yesterday and was heading out toward the rest of the house. "Hey Mike. Where are you going with my clothes?" I called out as he left the room. "You will not be wearing these anymore. I hate the way they look on you. You need clothes that fit." He said as he walked out. I stood there, watching Mike walk down the hall with my clothes. Do I follow him and beg for them back, or do I just do nothing? I wanted my clothes. I had fought with my mom to buy them for me, and Mike was going to throw them out. "Please stop and give me my clothes back." I finally cried out. But Mike kept walking. I started to go after him. I chased him down the hall and turned the corner just in time to see Mike throwing them away. I wanted to cry, but when Mike turned around and saw me standing there, he gave me a stern look and pointed back toward the bedroom. "Go back to the bedroom; I will be there in a minute." Mike told me. I stood there. The thought of doing anything he wanted after he threatened to cut my hair and now throwing away my clothes. No, I was going to stand there and get my clothes back. "I said go back to the bedroom, either get your sweet little ass moving or I will move it for you." Mike said in a very stern, no nonsense manner. He was staring me in my eyes, and suddenly I felt powerless, and scared. I turned around and started to walk back to the bedroom, al be it very slowly. That's when Mike grabbed my towel and stripped it off me. He then proceeded to roll it up and smack me on the ass with it as I ran for the bedroom. He only landed one good smack, but the sting when it hit my ass check let me know he was not kidding. I waited in the bedroom as Mike went to check on Rob. What Mike found was his youngest son riding Jim's cock while Jim lay in Rob's bed. I doubt Mike even said anything to Jim. I mean what could he have said. He did just fuck me this morning too. Although I think I enjoyed my fuck more than Rob was enjoying his. Mike must have grabbed some clothes out of Rob's room while he watched Rob getting fucked, because he brought me back some jeans and a t-shirt. I put them on, only because I had nothing else to wear and I didn't want to spend all day naked in the bedroom. But as I got the t-shirt on first, I noticed it was tight. Then I put on the jeans, same story, they were tight as well. I felt cheap wearing them. But what was I going to do? Mike was getting dressed as I was trying to get into the jeans. He watched me and grinned as I struggled to get these jeans on. He was actually enjoying this. Mike finished getting dressed and headed to the kitchen to start making breakfast. When I finished I headed to the kitchen too, and saw Rob for the first time since last night. He looked like he had not slept all night. Jim was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and discussing something with Mike while he cooked some eggs. But Rob was not sitting; in fact he was kneeling next to Jim, still naked, and looking at the floor while Jim stoked the back of his head. I wanted to talk to Rob, but I could never get his attention. I sat at the table and Mike poured me some orange juice and I started listening to their conversation. Jim was talking about something that must have happened years ago. It sounded like he was holding something over Mike. And Jim was asking about taking Rob with him for the day. Mike's face got flush somewhat, and I was sure Mike was going to say something or stop it. But he said "Of course you can take him, just have him home before it gets too late. The boys have school tomorrow." Jim stood up and then so did Rob. That was when I saw he still had that black thing sticking out of his ass. I wasn't sure what it was, but I was guessing it was some sort of plug or something. I also got my first good look at Rob's face. It was crusted with dried stuff. He had what looked like drool trails from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were red and puffy. I don't think I had ever seen him look that bad before. But when he passed me, I actually think he smiled for a brief second. Mike put a plate of eggs, sausage and toast down in front of me and then put one down for himself. I looked over and there was more on the stove, but I guess Jim and Rob were not going to eat. Mike was obviously distracted as we ate and he didn't really talk much. But he did tell me that he was going to take me shopping for some better clothes and take me to get my hair cut. I shot him a dirty look when he said something about my hair but it did me no good as Mike was watching the doorway to the living room. I knew he was concerned for Rob, and I never understood why he wasn't doing more to stop it. But I was also too scared to bring that subject up. As Mike finished eating I got up and grabbed our plates, taking them to the sink. I thought I would go check on Rob and see if he wanted something to eat, but as I started for the living room, Mike told me to stop and leave it alone. Leave it alone, he said to me. Rob was my friend, and his son, and all he could say was leave it alone. But as we were talking about it, Jim and Rob came back into the kitchen, I guess they were ready to leave. I mean Jim was fully dressed and looked ready to leave, but Rob was wearing sneakers, and a tight pair of swim trunks. He also had a really loose muscle shirt. The look was somewhat slutty and somewhat funny. Rob never looked up; he kept looking down the whole time. But Jim on the other hand looked like nothing was going on. Mike looked at Jim and reminded him that Rob had school tomorrow and asked that Jim have him home before dinner. Jim just looked at Mike and never said yes or no. Jim's only response to Mike was to ask if he would mind him having a cigar before he left. Of course, Mike said yes. Jim just looked at Rob and told him to fetch. Rob turned and walked into the den. He returned a minute or two later with a lit cigar and presented it to Jim. Jim just looked at him and then went off on Rob. "I told you to fucking fetch the cigar boy. Not to bring me a lit cigar. Didn't I boy?" Jim was in Rob's face but Rob was not backing down, he was just standing there and taking it. Jim put the cigar in Rob's mouth and told him to keep it there until he took it out. Then he told him to fetch again. Rob returned this time with a clipped but unlit cigar in his hand and the lit cigar still in his mouth. Jim took hold of the lit cigar in Rob's mouth and told him to inhale. Rob did and coughed a little, but he never pulled away. Jim finally smiled and then took the lit cigar out of Rob's mouth and put it in his own. This left Rob just standing there with his hands out holding the unlit cigar. "Did you like that boy?" Jim asked Rob. "Yes Sir, I did." Rob replied. Jim took the lit cigar and put it back in Rob's mouth and had him take another big draw. Then he took it and did the same, taking a deep inhale and holding it for a few seconds. But where Rob just blew the smoke out of his mouth, Jim blew the smoke right into Rob's face. Jim finally took the unlit cigar that Rob had been holding and put it in his coat pocket. Then Jim messed up Rob's hair some and they left. That left Mike and I alone in the house. Eric had still not come home from where ever he was, and Mike's wife was not supposed to be back for another week. Mike looked somewhat relived too know that Jim had gone, even though he took Rob with him. "Let's get this mess cleaned up and we will do our running around." Mike finally broke the silence. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" I asked since the kitchen was pretty clean already. "Well I guess you can finish clearing the table and get everything into the dish washer. I am going to go check to make sure there's no dishes scattered around the house." Mike said. I knew what he really meant. He was going to go check out Rob's room. I got all the plates, glasses, and the pans, into the dish washer and Mike was still not back. I figured I would go see what he was up too, so I went straight for Rob's room. I found him sitting on Rob's bed, just looking around at the mess. Rob's room was never really neat, but this was a mess. Rob's bed was all messed up. There were big wet stains on the sheets again. And there was an ashtray next to the bed. I noticed though that it had a couple of cigar butts, but I didn't really notice any ashes anywhere. I shrugged it off, and went over and gave Mike a hug. I don't really know why I did that, but it felt right. To my surprise, Mike grabbed my head and held it really tight and started kissing me. Now I know what a kiss is, but this was more. He held my head to the side, and used pressure on the sides of my jaw to force my mouth open. He then put his mouth to mine and stuck his tongue almost down my throat. I could taste the old cigars in his mouth, even though we had just eaten. It had a musky flavor. For what seemed like forever he kissed me like that. I completely lost myself in him. I guess at some point during the kiss Mike had moved a hand onto my ass. Because I could feel his very big rough hands snaking down the back of my jeans. I could hear some moaning but had no clue it was actually me moaning. Mike could play me like a band instrument. He could get things out of me that I never thought I could do, or would ever want too. But right now I knew what I wanted. I wanted Mike. When Mike finally stopped kissing me, I caught my breath and then looked Mike right in the eye and said something that even made me gasp. "Fuck me please." Mike wasted no time stripping my jeans off me and when he pulled his cock out of his pants, it was already hard. We were still on Rob's bed, but I didn't really care at this point. Mike reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube off Rob's night stand. He applied it to his cock and then he stood up. He picked me up and put me on my back on Rob's bed. Then he fucked me. He was pretty gentle at first. I wondered if it was freaking him out that we were fucking in Rob's bedroom, but it was not stopping him. But the gentle fuck did not last too long. Before I could even get used to his cock in my ass again, Mike picked up my legs and really started to slam my hole. He was fucking it like I have never been fucked before. My ass was on fire, and I could barely even get my breath back. But it did not matter to Mike. At one point his balls were actually slapping my ass with a very audible pop each time. Mike pinned my knees on each side of my chest which caused my ass hole to be pointing at the ceiling. Yet even in this position Mike rammed me as hard as he could. It didn't take too long for it to start hurting some, but I didn't care at this point. Mike was smiling and looked better than he had since all this started and that's what mattered to me. Mike didn't last as long as he had in the past, but I was betting it was because he was fucking so hard. Mike was looking me right in the eye when I felt him try to drive his cock through me and then felt the flood of cum. I had two of Mike's loads in me now and I was finding that with each load, I was falling for Mike more and more. Mike collapsed on me and started kissing me deep again as he caught his breath. He stayed on top of me for a few minutes while he rested then he got up and put his cock back in his pants and walked out of the room, leaving me there. I was a little confused by Mike walking out and leaving me like that. My shirt was still on, but my jeans were on the floor. I was lying on Rob's bed and in that wet mess that I had seen when I first walked in. I needed a new shirt now, so I just grabbed one out of Rob's closet and then grabbed the sheets and took them to the laundry room. I drop them on the floor then went to find Mike. He was sitting in his chair in the den and there was a baseball game on the TV, but he wasn't really paying attention to it. I walked over to him and he just looked at me. "Did you enjoy that boy?" Mike said. "Did you enjoy being a little slut in my boy's room? Offering me your ass like that. Is that what you are boy, a slut?" Slut. That was the only word I think I heard out of all Mike said. My heart fell through the floor. I was totally devastated. I don't think I could ever imagine feeling that bad. "Answer me boy" Mike yelled at me. I turned and started to run, but not before Mike grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me back over to him. "What do you think you're doing boy?" Mike was in my face now, holding me so I couldn't turn away or get away for that matter. "If you want to be a slut, I will treat you like one boy. If you want to be a man, then stop this shit and man up." I had no idea what Mike meant by this. I was so lost. "I want to be with you Mike." I said in a very weak way. Mike literally picked me up and put me over his knee and without even missing a beat, started spanking my ass. No one had ever spanked me like that before. I turned into a crying little boy in a matter of seconds. I begged for Mike to stop, or at least tried to. Mike stopped spanking me and let me fall off his lap. I wanted to get up and run again, but now I was scared about what Mike would do if I tried. I remember being scared of him that first night, then he made love to me and all that fear went away. But now it was back. Mike picked up one of his big feet and put it down right into my chest, pinning me against the floor. And that is where we stayed for what seemed like an hour, but in reality it was closer to 20 minutes. Then he took his foot off me and used it to roll me on my stomach. "Get up and get me a cigar, boy." Mike ordered. I got up on all fours, then stood up and walked over to the box of cigars. I got a cigar, the nippers, and the lighter, and then went back over to Mike. When I saw his face, it struck me that he looked like he had been crying, but of course now he had this hard, macho look on it. "You saw Rob light that cigar. Now let's see if you learned anything." Mike told me. I took the cigar and moistened it with my mouth, and then I cut the end of it with the nippers. I put it in my mouth and started to puff on it as I held the flame to the end of it. I rotated it and did my best to get it lit evenly. During all this Mike just sat there, watching, and not making a single sign to let me know if I was doing it right. Once I had the end lit, I handed it to Mike who took it and took a deep draw on it exhaling in my face. I have to admit, that turned me on. "Go get our shoes; we need to get a move on boy." Mike said to me as he sat back and enjoyed his cigar. "Okay Mike." I said and again I found myself over his knee and his hand spanking my ass. "What did I do?" I managed to ask this time. "I told you to call me Dad or Sir. Didn't I boy?" Mike said as he continued to wail on me. "Yes Sir." I said as I was crying. Again I was let go and rolled off Mike's lap and into the floor. I immediately got up and went to the bed room to get our shoes and then got back to the den as fast as I could. Mike was waiting on me and I handed him his shoes then sat in the floor and put mine on. We went out to Mike's truck and I got in the passenger side. Mike got in the truck and brought a hand down on my thigh. It didn't hurt but it did startle me. He just held my thigh for a few minutes while the truck warmed up a little. I began to understand that Mike was going to do what he wanted, even if I didn't always like it. This was a good example. I felt uncomfortable being out in public and Mike holding me like this. But what was I going to do. I did not want another spanking. As we rode down the street, I felt like people were looking at me funny. But Mike didn't seem to notice, or care. He smoked his cigar, with the windows up like last time. And he squeezed my thigh which would make me jump and then I would look around to see who saw me jump. Of course Mike was smiling through it all. Our first stop was Wal-Mart. Mike took me inside and headed straight into the men's wear department. First on Mike's list was a jock strap. He didn't ask which one I wanted, he handed me a black one and off we went to the jeans. Now I know what size I wear, and the size that Mike handed me was not my size. "Go try these on." Mike said and pointed at the dressing room. "But these are too small!" I said without even thinking. And as soon as I said it, I knew I was in trouble. I didn't even wait for an answer; I went straight to the dressing room and put them on. I had to suck in a little to get them on, but I could wear them. I stepped out of the dressing room to see Mike waiting. He told me to turn around, then to bend over. I felt like a piece of meat, but then again I think at times that's what I am to Mike. Mike didn't like them I guess because he handed me another pair to try on. These were closer to my size, but where I had always bought loose fitting jeans, these were tight. Again I came out and turned, and then I bent over. But this time Mike smiled so I knew these were my new jeans. While I thought this was all I was going to get here, but Mike had other plans. Mike now went over to the underwear isle again but instead of handing me another jock strap, Mike handed me a package of white wife beaters. Again the size was smaller than I would have normally bought, but I didn't get a say in it. Then white calf socks were thrown at me. I got the feeling that I was going to be keeping clothes at Mike's house from now on. I knew I could not take all of this home. What happened next really surprised me too. Mike went back to the shoe isle. I had really good sneakers, I didn't need any more. But then again, Mike was looking at the work boots not sneakers. I figured he needed new work boots so I wasn't paying attention until he told me to sit down. Mike handed me a pair of black boots and told me to try them on. Now these looked just like my dad's Army boots, and I had no desire to wear anything that looked like it came from the Army. But I also didn't want to piss of Mike. So I put them on and tried to make them look like they did not fit. Mike was having none of this. He knelt down and laced them up properly and then told me to walk around in them. What could I do? So I did it. "I think these will do." Mike said, "And don't think I didn't notice what you were trying to do." I just hung my head because I knew I was in trouble. "Yes Sir" I said obediently. "I will deal with that later." Mike finished. We checked out and when we got to the truck, Mike told me to get into the back seat this time. Once in the truck, Mike had me strip and change into my new clothes. I did this as we drove to our next stop. And when we parked and I got out I was immediately scared. This was the bad part of town. And here I was, standing in tight jeans, army boots, and a tight wife beater. Mike looked at me and smirked. I was not sure if that was because of what I was wearing, or because he knew what was coming next. We walked around the corner and into a shop marked "Ink and Steel". Of course I knew what that meant and if I could have run, I would have. Mike must have known that too because he was standing behind me so I couldn't back up. In fact he ended up having to push me forward to get through the door himself. "Hey Tim, are you ready for us?" Mike called out as we got into the shop. "Mike, I'm in the back. Do me a favor and turn the sign around and lock the door before you come back here." A voice called out from the rear of the store. Mike turned the open sign around so it said closed, and locked the door. I was frozen in place. But Mike knew that and I guess was expecting it. I was after all trapped in this store with Mike standing between me and the only door I saw that led out. "You going to bring that boy back here Mike?" the voice called out from the back. "Yeah, I just need to motivate him I guess." Mike answered. Mike grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me forward. I was back peddling as fast as I could, but it was no use, Mike was pushing me forward through the door at the other end of the store. I made it through the door and there was another big burley man that looked like he was as big, if not bigger then Mike. This guy had to be 6'6", and 270 pounds of pure muscle. His head was shaved and he had a goatee that was salt and pepper. He was in jeans, boots, and a t shirt, but also had some strange leather bands around his upper arms. The space was set up with a metal table in the center of the room and medical looking things around the outside of the room. There were a lot of things I did not understand, but what I did understand is that I was probably not going to leave this place looking like I did when I came in. "Well get undressed boy." Tim said. It was so blunt that I started doing it without even thinking about it. Mike and Tim stood there talking as I undressed. Once I was down to my jock strap, I stopped and just stood there. Tim looked at me and then at Mike. That caused Mike to turn and look at me. I just stood there not knowing what I was supposed to be doing. That was until Mike smacked my ass and left a hand print on it. "He said undress boy. Do you want me to take that jock off you boy?" Mike asked me. "No Sir" I said as I took the jock off too. Now I was standing there nude in front of a complete stranger. This man that I did not know, never met before, and knew nothing about, was standing there looking at me like a piece of meat. I felt so vulnerable. Mike walked over to me and started stroking my body, showing me off and then he grabbed my hair and shook it. Mike was telling Tim that I had "potential" but that I needed some work. Tim just looked and smiled. "Well it is nice to see that you got a natural blond." Tim said seemingly to poke at Mike. "Oh yea, he's a natural." Mike quipped back at Tim. I started blushing and went to cover my crotch with my hands but Mike just slapped my ass which made put them back down to my sides. After that I was lead over to a chair that I hadn't noticed in the corner. It was like a barber chair but once I sat down, my wrists and ankles were strapped down so I couldn't move. The next thing I heard was unmistakable. I heard clippers and before I could even beg my hair was falling all around me. I was crying but they had no intention of stopping. Tim took his time, running the clippers over the same area a couple of times to ensure my hair was all gone. I could feel the clippers on my scalp, and hear the buzzing. It was to most defeating feeling I had ever known. During this ordeal, Mike and Tim were talking about something that had happened in the past. They laughed and I was never sure if it was me they were laughing at or what they were talking about. I started to struggle a little, but it was no good. I couldn't move. I did feel Mike's hand as he put it on my shoulder. For whatever reason, it actually felt comforting. When it was done and I was allowed to see what I looked like, I didn't even want to look. I had a military high and tight. No hair on the sides, and only a little on the top. Mike was smiling. Tim was admiring his handy work. At this point I was vacant. What little individuality I did have was gone. What sense of self I had was on the floor with my hair. Mike ran his hand over my head, and then down my chest to my crotch. "Did you want that to go too?" Tim asked as Mike was playing with the hairs around my cock. "I'm thinking about it seriously." Mike replied. "I think a boy should be totally smooth, don't you?" "It is definitely a good look for a boy." Tim replied. What? What are they talking about is all I could think. I couldn't even begin to comprehend what they were talking about. But I didn't have to wait long to find out. Mike took the ankle straps off first, then the wrist restraints. He picked me up and put me on the metal table that was in the middle of the room. I started to wiggle to try to get out of his grasp but Tim grabbed my legs and Mike took my arms, and without much effort, I was strapped down again. "He can get feisty." Tim said. "Yeah well he will learn soon enough that Dad knows best." Mike said as he landed a slap to my chest that almost took my breath away. "Either you stop fighting me or you will lose more than just your hair boy. Do you understand me?" "Yes Sir" was all I could say. Tim took out some kind of electric looking piece of equipment and started setting something up. He got gloves and goggles out. Then he handed something to Mike. Mike put some kind of goggles on me, but they were solid and I couldn't see anything now. I felt some kind of cold cream or jelly on my crotch and balls. It was rubbed into my skin, into my balls, and onto my cock. But what happened next was horrifying. I heard this zapping sound, like electricity arching in the air. I started to beg but that's when someone put a gag in my mouth. It was a ball and as hard as I tried, I could not get it out. ZAP... ZAP... ZAP... ZAP... Then I felt it, like a million ants crawling all over the surface of my skin. It tingled, and it made shivers run up my spine. I started to wiggle but Mike put his hand on my chest and used his body weight to hold me down. Again, the feeling of Mike's hand was actually calming to some degree. But there is nothing I can say that could describe my total humiliation that helplessness that I was feeling. Mike and Tim were talking during all this. Mike was asking Tim a lot of questions about this new machine that Tim was using. Tim was explaining that it might take a few treatments, but could be used to ensure hair would never grow back. I have no idea how long it took, and when they got to my balls I tried to crawl out of my skin. Again, Mike's hand was on my chest. I settled down and begun to accept what was happening. That's when I felt something I was not expecting, I was getting hard. How could I be getting hard? No, this can't be happening to me. Oh God, please no... "Look at the little slut, he's getting hard." I heard Tim say to Mike. "Yeah, I told you he had potential." Mike responded. "I need you to grab his ankles and hold them when I release his legs Mike." Tim said. I heard it but I'm not sure I really understood it. That was until they did it and I realized what his goal was. My ass was point up and my cheeks were spread wide. Just when I thought my humiliation could get no worse, it did. The jelly being spread on my ass was cold. But Tim's comment about my ass winking at him was colder. Mike was laughing. Tim was making lewd comments. I couldn't even cry anymore because as humiliated as I was, I was also hard as a rock. Again the zapping began and again my skin felt like it was covered in ants. I was almost getting used to this feeling, but I was not prepared for what happened next. Something very cold and long was stuck into my ass, and then it started swelling. "As soon as the boy's ass is spread open, I can finish." I heard from Tim. It took a few minutes, but that thing in my ass swelled to the point it felt like a watermelon. Then I heard the zapping start again. I was settling down by now, and my cock had finally gone down. But once the zapping started, it stood straight back up, even before the tingling feeling started. Mike and Tim just started laughing again and at this point I just accepted that they were laughing at me. I was trying to calm down. I was trying to stop thinking about what was happening to me. But all I could think about was getting undressed in the locker room at school. How was I ever going to explain all this? My mind was spinning but I quickly returned to reality when the tingling started. Not because I wasn't used to it. But because as soon as the tingling started around me ass hole itself, I came all over my chest. "Look out Mike, she's blowing her load." Tim joked. "You will pay for that later boy." Mike said to me in a very deep voice. The rest of my ass hairs were gone pretty quickly, and then attention was turned to my chest and underarms. I really wasn't that hairy. But I was sure when they were done there would be no hair left. After Tim was finished, I was released from the table and allowed to go over to the mirror and look. Sure enough, I was smooth all over. I had no hair to speak of on my head. And I really had a hard time even believing that I was looking at myself and not a reflection of someone else. Mike came over and gently rubbed my body. "You do some good work Tim." He told his friend while admiring my now totally smooth body. Next he let his hands travel south to my crotch and then my balls. He fondled them and played with them and I just stood there. Mike then grabbed my waist and twisted me around. Facing him now, he planted another one of his deep kisses on my lips forcing his tongue into my mouth. I melted. I could be so mad and embarrassed but yet one touch or kiss from Mike and I was putty. Mike then pushed me toward the table again. I was about to climb up on it willingly this time, but Mike had other plans. He pushed me over it so I was bent over and he started playing with my ass. He kissed it, touched it gently with his tongue, and then he licked it. I was moaning out loud with all this attention. I even forgot that there was anyone else in the room. That was until I felt a second tongue. Both men were now eating my ass. Tim pushed Mike out of the way and dug his tongue deep into my hole making me crawl up onto the table trying to get away from the invader in my ass. But once up on the table, Mike flipped me over so that my ass was hanging off one side and my head off the other. I guess I should have guessed where this was going, but I was still thinking about that tongue in my ass. Mike walked over to where my head was hanging off the table and took his cock out of his pants. It was already hard and he wasted no time in putting it in my mouth and down my throat. I was surprised that I was able to take his cock so easily into my throat, but then I realized it must have something to do with the position I was in. As I thought about all this, I felt something else going on that I was getting all too used to. Tim had finished eating my ass and was now fucking it. He was not being gentle either. But at least he was nowhere as big a Mike was. Tim was plumbing my ass. Mike was using my mouth and throat to milk his cock. While I was trying to remember what life was like before the other night? This all lasted about twenty minutes before I had a load in each hole. That's when Mike thanked Tim and Tim thanked Mike. It was all so civilized when you think about it, two men thanking each other and shaking hands while I am still lying on the table naked and cum dripping out of my ass. I didn't even what to think about what could possibly happen next... END OF CHAPTER 5