Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 19:58:31 EST From: Volatw@aol.com Subject: Parts 3 and 4 of Fucked by a Masseur Paying the Taxi Driver - Part 3 of Fucked by a Masseur Intro: Third in the series of a man who goes out to get his cock sucked, to fuck some ass, but the tables are turned on him. Revisiting the conclusion of the previous story - After being fucked by a masseur, then four of his regular customers, I have gotten out of the private home massage parlor. I am walking away from that place with cum running out of my ass. It's 2 a.m. I have less than $10. I sensed headlights behind me, turned my head, saw a taxi coming down the road. I turned and held my hand up, hailing the cab. I'll take care of paying for the ride when I get to the motel, I thought. Indeed I would, but not with money. The cab driver, a big black guy, turns after I get in the back seat of the taxi. "Where to?" he asks. I tell him the name of the motel where I am staying. He heads off on the city street. "Man, whatayou been up to? You smell like cum," he says. "You don't really want to know," I answer him. "Maybe I do," he replies, "but if your'e not up to telling me about it I'll leave you alone." He drives in silence. I am sitting there reflecting on what happened, wondering about the cost of the cab ride, and watching the meter tick past $10. When we arrive at the motel the meter shows $28. I give the cab driver the ten dollar bill and tell him I'll have to run up to my room to get the rest of the money. I'm thinking $28 plus a tip, $33-35 or so. "Shit, man, don't try skipping on me," he says harshly. "I'll go with you to your room." We get out and he follows me to my room. I can't believe it. The door to my room is standing open. It has been forced. Right away I see my laptop computer is missing. The nightstand drawer where I had put my cash is open and empty. "Well you can see what's happened here," I start explaining to the cabbie. "I'll have to pay you with a credit card." "I don't take no credit cards," he said. "Then I'll go to the lobby and get some cash on my credit card," I offered. "You ain't goin' no where," he says definitively. He grabs me by the neck with one of his massive hands. His grip is cutting off the flow of blood to my brain. The wooziness that I felt earlier after drinking the "water" at the massage parlor returns with a vengeance. He pushes me against the bed. When the back of my legs hit the bed they bend, and he pushes me onto my back. "I got real horny smelling you on the way over here," he says still holding me down with his hand on my neck. "I'll just take my pay in your cummy ass," he adds pushing his free hand into my crotch, feeling the wet spot there. Then he yanks off my shoes, undoes my pants, pulls them and my underwear down in one move. He throws my clothes onto the floor. "Turn over. Get on ya knees," he commands. When I hesitate, he grabs me by a shoulder and rolls me over, reaches around my waist, rolls me over, yanks my butt up into the air. "You might as well relax and enjoy this," he says. "You done been fuckin' tonight. What's one more cock up your ass this morning? Reach back. Open 'em cheeks for me." Resigned to my fate and admittedly excited some by his handling of me and the bulge in his pants, I do as he says. I hear him unbuckle his belt, unzip his zipper. He flips the tail of my shirt off my butt cheeks. "Unh, ungh," I grunt as a thick finger jabs into my asshole. I let go of my cheeks. "Yeah, you ready," he says. "Lubed up good. You better hold that ass open for me." I comply. He pulls me closer. His cock knob touches my puckered, leaking hole. In one quick move he shoves his meat balls deep into me and starts without pause fucking my sore ass. Gripping the bedspread with both hands I am grimacing, just taking it. Then it starts feeling good. His thick mushroom head rakes back and forth over my prostate. My cock erects, and amazingly, starts leaking pre-cum again. He reaches around to stroke my erection. "You're liking this ain't ya," he says. "You're liking my cock fucking your ass. Cum for me man. Tighten that ass. Make it feel better for me." I clamp down on his pummeling cock. That slows his strokes, lessens the bouncing of his big balls against my ball sac. He punches hard into me. I start cumming. He dumps his load up my ass with grunts of pleasure. Finished, he pulls out of me, wipes his hand on my belly to get my cum off of him. I collapse face down on the bed, more cum, his now, leaking from my asshole. I hear him take a piss in the toilet, then washing himself at the sink, buckling his belt and zipping his trousers. "Thanks man," he says. "That was about worth the money you owed me, but don't be surprised if I come back for more tomorrow night if you're still here. The night manager is a good friend of mine. He may want some too if I tell him about you." He left the room closing the broken door. I got up, pulled up my pants, put on my shoes, went to the lobby to report the break-in, and get another room. Tired as I was there was no way I was going to work that day, but I sure was going to get out of that motel, move to another one before finishing my work in Ok City. To be continued: A new lifestyle developed from being fucked by these men. Constructive comments, suggestions, lavish praise to volatw@aol.com are welcome. New Beginning - Part 4 of Fucked by a Masseur Intro: This story concludes the series. After being fucked by the masseur, his regular customers, and the taxi driver, I finish the trip and go home to my roommate. Sore assed, I made it through the next two weeks on the road trip as a manager in the aviation business. As I drove from one location to the next I thought about what had happened and my feelings about it. Although used and abused by the men - the masseur, his regular customers, and the taxi driver - I did enjoy being fucked in the ass. I realized also that I was using and abusing, in a sense, my roommate and the married man who came to visit me on a regular basis. I never let them fuck me and sucked them only enough to hold their interest. My only aim had been to get off in them by fucking them. I was not being reasonable or fair. I was cheating not only them but myself also from the full pleasure we could enjoy together. So I determined to tell my roommate what had happened and what I thought about it. We were open with each other about such things. At least I thought so. When I told him the story over after dinner brandies following before dinner drinks and dinner with wine he was delighted to hear it. Both of us so happy that we showered together getting the road grime off me. Then we went to the bedroom. We moved from being close together face to face, kissing, licking, sucking, feeling, to 69. Sure he was ready to fuck I offered my ass to him. I laid on my back so we could watch each other, kiss more, kiss, lick and suck nipples. We lubed him and me. Checking out my recently used hole, he fingered me for awhile, one, two, three fingers. Then he put his cock head between my butt cheeks as I held them apart for him. He opened my crenelated ring with gentle pressure until he breached my pucker. Watching my face for reaction he eased his length into me slowly. I smiled up at him. "Oh yeah that feels good," I said. "Fuck me please." He smiled back at me and laid chest to chest, belly to belly with me. I put my arms around his back. We kissed, our tongues dueling back and forth in our mouths. I felt him lifting his hips, humping his belly against my butt and balls, his hairy nut sac bumping in my ass cleft, his cock sliding back and forth in me. I lifted my legs higher for him, moved my hands down to hold his thrusting cheeks, rared up to meet his strokes. He was so excited. It did not take him long - 10 minutes maybe - to give me his first load of cum. As he shot his jism up my ass I came on our bellies. Feeling the sliminess between us, the cum oozing out of my ass, smelling it, our sweat and musk kept both of us excited. He held his cock in my cumfilled hole. I felt him grow fully hard inside me. We fucked again. This time he took longer giving both of us a satisfying fuck. We kissed, sucked nips, roamed our hands on each others bodies. By the time he finished his second orgasm shooting as much cum as the first time I was more than ready to fuck him. He simply eased his cock out of my butt, moved up higher, guided me to his hole with his hand, and sat down on my erection pushing it into himself. He raised up and rode me on top. I fucked up into him until he asked me to do him doggy. We repositioned. My cock back in him I reached around and stroked his again hard shaft. To our delight he loosed his cum for the third time. I shot my load into him in response to his anal walls rippling on my thrusting cock. We uncoupled and laid on our sides facing each other. "I have a confession to make to you now," he said. "Oh," I exclaimed. "Go ahead." "Okay," he continued, "during your road trips on business I have been seeing a married man." "And exactly what have the two of you been doing together?" I asked. "Sucking and fucking each other like you and I just did," he answered. "But there is more." "Yes, go on," I encouraged him. "He has told me he would like to do a three-way." "Great," I said, "especially so if it is with you and me." I grinned at him. "Of course," he said. "Then set it up and let me know when," I told him. "Now let's go shower again and really settle in for the night." A few days later my roomie told me the date was set. Imagine our surprise when the married man showed up and was the same married man I had been fucking. I had never had him with me when my roommate was home, and my roommate and he had been together only when I was traveling. After we got over the initial awkwardness, we had a great three-way - the first of many to follow in my new lifestyle willing to take as much cock in my ass as I gave to them. This completes the series. Constructive comments, suggestions, lavish praise to volatw@aol.com are welcome.