Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,gay-net.erotic-storys Path: mozo.cc.purdue.edu!wizard.pn.com!news1.channel1.com!news.sprintlink.net!noc.netcom.net!netcom.com!man2man From: man2man@netcom.com Subject: Slave Sale (M/M)--ruff-stuff Message-ID: Organization: NETCOM On-line Communication Services (408 261-4700 guest) X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL1] Date: Sun, 30 Apr 1995 02:46:19 GMT Lines: 637 Sender: man2man@netcom12.netcom.com This is s/m b/d M/M SLAVE SALE The add had said, "Garage Sale". I had taken it at its word. You can find some real bargains when it comes to rummaging through other people's castoffs (otherwise known as junk). My fascination with odds and ends that can be made into something else, probably equally useless, is legendary with my friends. What would I find here? Actually, this was not a "garage sale" in the usual sense of the word. I had gotten the information through the grapevine, so to speak. I had found the add on the bulletin board -- one of those specialized ones. So, all things considered, I thought that I might find something interesting. How interesting I had not imagined when I embarked upon my little journey; nor did I dream where it would lead me. Strange that the copy read, "8:00 PM until . . . . " The ". . . " should have clued me in that this was not the usual garage sale if the eight pm had not already flagged the event as somewhat extraordinary. There was nothing unusual about the neighborhood. It was a good, substantial, well-kept, suburban residential area. Although the city itself was readily accessible, here one almost felt that the good folk rolled in the sidewalks twenty minutes after sunset and that you were miles from any where remotely resembling any "action". Following the instructions that I had been given, I found the place with no difficulty at all. The porch light was on, music escaped the partially open door along with voices of multiple conversations attempting to over ride the rock. It sounded like a party. It was a party. I was welcomed in as though I were a long lost friend. Barely in the door, the host, Kevin, pointed me towards the assorted refreshments. He, frankly, looked more interesting that the refreshments -- tall, lean, muscular , well developed wearing skin tight Levis leaving little to the imagination (except what to so with it) and a leather vest, leather arm bands. Several of the others were similarly attired -- leather. Some of the other guests wore Levis and western shirts, one with a frontier style shirt with long fringe down the sleeves and sides. I subconsciously noted that they all were uncommonly above average in looks, and as I had an opportunity to mix, they were a very interesting group. After a while there seemed to be fewer people. But I hadn't noticed that anyone had left. Where had they gone? For that matter, where was the garage sale? Both questions were the same one and it was but a short while before it was answered. Someone said to me, "Let's go out to the garage." The "sale" was on! I was escorted out to the garage by one of the guests. Ken led the way. The garage was not the typical suburban vehicular storage area. The centerpiece was a black table. Standing on it was a striking blond. I had seen him earlier wearing a black sleeveless shirt skillfully designed to display his muscular torso. Now it was removed, the strong arms raised above his head, held there by cuffs chained to a beam above him. The leather pants had also been stripped from him, revealing well developed legs and an even more well developed tool framed deliciously between them. In the dim light I could just make out someone tantalizingly stroking the still downward hanging implement with the tip of their tongue. Slowly it would traverse the shaft from the blond bush at its base to the well defined head, toying with the head and then slowly repeating the long trip back to the blond curls. The body twisted, head back, and the sound of a slight moan. The tongue was doing its work. He was enjoying it. The beautiful cock seemed to grow, both in length and size. Only slowly, however, did it seem to rise from its downward position. It showed signs of lifting, but would then simply gain in girth and remain hanging downward teasing the tongue and now the mouth that was wrapping its lips around the thickening shaft. Behind the fellow hanging spread eagle, appeared another figure wearing leather cuffs around his thick biceps, a leather harness with the studs glistening in the dimly lit room. He wrapped his arms around the blond, placing his hands on the thighs that still framed that beautiful cock as it was being tortured into slowly rising. The hands slowly moved up the inside of the thighs as the thumbs and forefingers closed firmly about the balls and cock forming a warm, human cock ring that tightened its grip. The arms and hands firmly drew the blond's firm butt back against anxious and hot, firm flesh rubbing the crack that it would soon pierce. The cock that had been so long teased by the tongue had now begun to rise, at first imperceptibly and then with involuntary movements as it began its hardening trip to erection. At this point I lost sight of the beauty. It was swallowed in one frenzied movement by the mouth that had struggled so long to tease it upwards. First the head was sucked in, and then the shaft, inch by inch, disappeared. The movement of the blond's hips along with the motion of his body indicated that if the large cock massaging the crack of his firm ass had not already entered, he wanted it in him. He wanted to feel the warm length as it reached deep inside giving him a warm pleasure. He already felt the grip of a sucking mouth and its probing tongue as it reached out in ecstasy. I had been so fascinated with this tableau, I had failed to notice next to me another beautiful body cuffed into a sling. Several leather men were tending to his needs. A large cupboard on the wall contained assorted toys varying in size by increments to proportions it would be hard to believe anyone could take. The youth was held in the sling in such a position that his body was at just the right height for a number of pleasurable acts. At the moment one of the leather men was holding the restrained figure on either side of his head as a giant cock dangled, slapping a face whose mouth strained to close over the swollen head. Another taller fellow was playing with the prone youth's tits, squeezing them between his forefingers and thumb, twisting them. A third was standing at the other end of the sling. Having just selected one of the many toys from among the collection, he was applying lubricant to its flexible shaft and well formed, rounded end. After applying more lubricant to the youth's anxiously waiting orifice, he gently inserted the bulbous end until the waiting hole had closed over it, grasping it. By now the youth's mouth had captured the tantalizing piece of meat that had so teased his lips, slapped his cheeks, thrilled his eyes with its dancing motions. It was firmly held as the sucking throat strained to draw more of its growing length into his mouth. As the thick cock moved back and forth between the tightly grasping lips, heavy balls would slap again and again across the youth's nose. His hands has been cuffed, as well as his feet, to the chains that held the sling. The hands opened and closed as if grasping at invisible cocks and balls, to hold them, to play with them. The first dildo had now been replaced by a larger one, one with a bigger head. The flange around the sculptured end was the realization of the perfect hardon. The shaft was ribbed, and it was stiff. As it was moved in and out of between the crack in the youth's small butt, the tight hole grasped it seeming to pull more and more of the instrument inside him. He writhed in ecstasy. His tits were being manipulated. The tips of both were now taut, standing up, wanting more of the pleasurable torture that was being applied. His mouth was filled. The large, heavy tool that is had captured had swollen more; the balls slammed downwards into his face with even more urgency. The large toy inside him twisted, retreated, and then reached even further up, deep inside. His own cock, at first flaccid, had slowly stretched out, risen, and was now standing almost straight up. As the motions increased it quivered, pointing towards the rafters, straining. The youth twisted, his body begging to have more. Suddenly he convulsed in an orgasm of pure joy. The hard prick in his mouth bathed and soothed his wanting throat, reaching downward inside him to meet the pleasure giving intruder probing and massaging its way further upwards into his moist inner depths. They were going to meet! The youth's roaring hardon stretched skyward, uncontrollably quivered as its rounded, purplish head glistened. Suddenly the slit at the end opened. Pearly fluid burst forth. A fountain of thrill releasing joy, followed by another and yet another flowed upwards, arcing, and falling back on his tortured tits, soothing them, lubricating the fingers that still worked feverishly on them. His mouth drained the love juice from the heavy member still firmly planted there, trying to draw more from it. The dildo that had so pleasured his ass was slowly being withdrawn. The hole grasped at it, reluctantly allowing the toy to retreat. As the giant implement inched its way out of the youth, his cock, now lying askew on the cum soaked pubic hair, convulsed into sudden erection spewing forth yet one more pearly glob of thick cream. Just at this moment, a blond, crew cut, man suddenly sank his mouth over the anxious cock, sucking it deep into his throat draining the last drop. He held it for a interminable moment. Finally releasing his hold on the now mortally wounded warrior, he began to tongue his way through the tangled bush of cum soaked curls, cleaning them. Slowly he worked his way up across the flat stomach, skillfully flicking away each droplet of juice that had fallen. Bathing the pecs the tongue now teased the tortured tits, soothing them, smothering them with warm, moist comfort. As he bent over the youth, gently caressing first one nipple and then the other, the leather man who had been using the toy on the youth shackled in the sling, now turned his attention to the newcomer as he inserted his rock hard cock deep inside the waiting ass. Reaching around the bent figure as its mouth ravished the immobilized youth, the leather man pulled himself closer, deeper inside. Grabbing the hard cock in front, he wrapped the fingers of both hands tightly around the firm shaft. He pumped the tightly clenched fists up and down in rhythm as his own cock pounded inside the willing cavity. The youth, still shackled in the sling lay there watching. His mortally wounded warrior began to arise from the dead. This was all the cum licking, tongue soothing newcomer needed. In a flash his mouth sank over the waiting tool drawing it in its full length, his throat open and closing about the swollen head, teasing it, tempting it. By this time, I had become aware that my own cock had become painfully trapped down my Levi leg. It, too, wanted to get some of the action. Subconsciously my left hand dropped down and stroked the firmness that was straining against the fabric of my left leg. As I watched the on going scenes of sexual joy that were taking place around me, my cock hardened. Now I could feel the head stretching almost half way to my knee. I rubbed the cloth that covered the round end imparting pleasure to it. A young man in his early twenties came up beside me, looked down at my swelling tool and my hand movements. His levies were already open and he held in his hand a long shaft of beautiful proportions which he gently massaged. "Go ahead," he said. "Take it out. Play with it. I want to watch you pump that beautiful piece of meat." As he said this he moved his hand back and forth slowly first revealing the shiny, purplish head aching for relief. And then he would move his hand all the way the other way, closing his fingers tightly about the shaft, clenching them. I didn't need coaxing -- and god only knows my meat didn't. I undid the zipper and began to work my now thickening, throbbing prick from its confines. "Yeah," he muttered as his hand intensified its activity on a now fully elongated, hard shaft. "Let me see it! Let me see you jack it off!" With that he now reached down with the other hand, firmly grasped the ball sac that had moved so rhythmically with his strokes and drew it downwards as he continued his pumping motions. His eyes were glued on my cock which now rivaled his in size and hardness. I moved my hand up and down the solid firmness unhurriedly. My fingers delighted in the flesh they so tightly grasped. My tool quivered at the torturous pleasure of the strong fist clenched around it, drawing it closer and closer to sheer joy. It seemed to lengthen, grow more than I had ever known it to. The gaze he lavished on it seemed to bath it in warmth and desire. The lubricant that the leather man had been using on the toys was nearby. With one hand he scooped up a handful, rubbed it on both hands. As he did so, the free cock stood straight out, the angry head purple and glazed, the slit at the end quivering. Almost as quickly as he had released it, he had his organ back in well lubricated hands working like a slow motion piston. He coaxed his balls in the opposite direction. The implement shone! It was a glorious sight. I, too, reached over and took some of the cream and spread it on my shaft, soothing it, prolonging the anxiety as I began to mirror his actions, manipulating my balls as I jacked off. He was shirtless wearing only a leather arm band. His Levis had dropped to below his knees. The muscles of his legs tightened. A slow convulsion spread across the washboard stomach. The hard pecs with nipples erect tightened. His head went back as a load moan issued from his open mouth. The well lubricated tool slipped back and forth through his tightly clenched fist, the head bobby back and forth in a frenzied dance. The slit at the tip opened. A thick wad of pearly cream sprung forth. As if shot from a cannon it arced upwards and away from him before falling. Again and again he erupted. My left hand increased its pumping motion and the right one firmly grasped my balls torturing them with anticipation. I felt the juice begin to flow, slowly, painfully up the shaft so tightly held by my stroking fingers. I, too, shot my load. Over and over I revelled in the joyful pressure of the cum forcing its way to freedom. We both kept jacking our pricks up and down. The visible rewards lessened. The pearly white cream no longer flooded in torrents from the two tools, but the tortured thrill and desire for more kept us both from abandoning our flagging warriors. As he continued to milk one more drop and then yet another from that fascinating organ, he looked up from my still slowly moving hands and directly at me. "Man, that's beautiful! That's really beautiful!" In my relaxed mood, the urgency had gone, and I could not watch the orgy around me in a more leisurely fashion. I had already removed my shirt much earlier in the action and now I decided to remove my Levis that had fallen to my ankles, rather than put them back on. My now temporarily satiated tool swung heavily, aching with the self-indulgent rapture so recently granted it. The ball sac, too, ached with pleasure. Their freedom was short lived, however. One of the leather men approached me. He wore a studded leather harness that formed an "X" across his well formed, thick chest and went over his broad shoulders. On his left arm, covering a bulging bicep was a leather arm band, with a ring attached. Most striking of all, however, were the skin tight black leather chaps that he wore. From between the shiny black leather clad legs was an area of white skin and then a tangle of dark, curly hair. Through a studded leather cock ring hung the most wonderful, thick member and two balls nestled in a tight sac. It was obvious that this well sculptured implement was meant for pleasure -- both its and whoever had the good fortune to even momentarily gratify it. He grabbed my cock and balls and drew me towards him. The other arm wrapped about my waist. The large hand glided across one of my buns. A finger, every so skillfully, slipped into me crack and probed the warm hole hidden there. Thrilled both with the touch and anticipation, I moved back on it, urging him on. "Suck my tit," he commanded. I looked at the well formed pecs, the taut nipples. For a moment I was undecided. Which one? The decision was made for me. The arm that was wrapped around me gently, but firmly, coaxed me downwards and my lips closed over the brown circle. My tongue gladly teased the firm protrusion in its center as his finger, finding its goal, began a steady pressure and finally penetrated inside me. I moved involuntarily at the first pain of entry, sucking his tit even further into my mouth. I then gently nibbled at the hard nipple as his finger probed and explored. He knew what he was doing. He was a master. That delightful digit stroked areas that caused previously unknown sensations of exhilaration and expectation. The cock and balls that he so firmly grasped came instantly to life. His finger slipped from inside of me. I looked up him in hurt wonder, hoping upon hope that he had not changed his mind. From beneath a visored leather motorcycle cap he looked down at me. As the arm that held my balls and cock extended downwards I could feel my knees beginning to buckle. "Suck my dick," he commanded as he release his hold on my vitals and put both hands on my shoulders guiding me to my task. He didn't have to ask. I would have gladly taken his monster for the sheer delight of just tasting it, having it in my mouth. But if he wanted to order me to do it, so be it. I would willingly be his slave just to have that giant protrusion firmly in my throat's grasp. My lips closed over the large head, tongue slowly exploring the well defined flange around the end. Before I had finished tracing the crease at the juncture of the large firm tip and the heavy shaft, pressure on the back of my head and neck forced it into my mouth, more than filling it with warm, salty meat. It slipped onwards and down my throat. I almost gasped for breath as the size of it was about to gag me. But I quickly recovered. I sucked on it, sucked on it harder than I had ever sucked on a cock before. It responded by moving further down my now desirous throat. I wanted to see how much of it I could take, how much of if there was to take. I wanted that thick, pulsing, living thing as deep down my throat as I could get it. I wanted whatever it had to offer me. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. As I sucked, my hands involuntarily reached for the sac that rubbed against my chin, to massage it, to thrill the balls inside. My eyes looked upwards across the black leather belt of the chaps, past the muscled stomach and the large pecs captured in its leather harness, at his face. He was staring down at me as he firmly grasped my head, moving it back and forth on that giant piston. In my mind I saw that thick member sliding in an out of my throat. I felt it moving back and forth as I sucked harder and harder on it, praying for the reward that I knew must be there, had to be there! "Lick my balls," he commanded. Reluctantly I began to release his swollen tool, but not fast enough. Pulling my head back sharply, he said again, authoritatively, "Lick those balls!" I did as I was ordered. I captured the sac with my lips and sucked it into my mouth, tonguing first one ball and then the other. "That's it. Suck them good." That gorgeous hunk of meat slapped against my nose. The studs on the cock ring glistened in the dim light. The long shaft before my eyes, grew. I could see it pulse as it changed size. My mouth worked voraciously on those balls. "Let 'em go. Let 'em hang!" This time I did as I was ordered. I wondered why he wanted me to stop. I wanted to suck them more -- to suck that long, hard dick more. I didn't want to stop. I looked up at him with a hurt expression. He smiled down at me. "Don't worry kid, you'll get all you can take of that hot cock and then some." I felt relieved, but wondered what he meant by "and then some." At his back, where I had not noticed it before, slapping against his bare ass, hanging from the belt of the chaps was a large leather dildo in the shape of a giant cock. It must have been 18 inches long and at least two inches in diameter. As he reached for it with one hand, the other grasped the back of my neck. Soon the toy was lose, and he was rubbing my face with it, gently but firmly slapping my lips. He began to ease me back onto some nearby cushions as he bent over me. The black leather dildo was being forced between my lips, his large cock pointing down at me so invitingly, those balls that I had so gleefully sucked swinging free. I imagined that the black implement being forced into my mouth was that beautiful thing I had had my lips wrapped around only moments before. The leather toy slipped easily into my mouth. "That's right. Suck on that dude for a while. Slick it up, get it good and wet 'cause its gonna go where it'll do ya the most good." I did as I was told. I wanted him to master me, to make me his slave. I would do anything for him if only he would let me have his cock deep inside of me. I wanted his juice like I never wanted anything before. I had to have it. "Roll over," he commanded as he withdrew the well moistened leather implement from my mouth. His hand reached out to the nearby jar of lubricant, took a large amount and began applying it to my ass and then the crack. As he did so, with the other hand he rubbed the large leather prick against the crack forcing it wider and wider with each stroke. His finger found my willing hole. And a second finger followed. I could feel them both inside me, slowly spreading me, lubricating me. And then I could feel a third object. The black leather dildo was in there too! The fingers retreated, but the long, flexible shaft continued on its journey deeper into me. It moved slowly, tantalizingly. He would rotate it slightly massaging me, sending new thrills surging through me. I wanted more of that wonderful toy. I forced myself back on it, raising my ass to greet its forward movement. I was not disappointed. More and more of it disappeared me. "You like that, don't cha?" he said. I was too ecstatic to answer, I just squirmed to take even more. I was now almost to my knees, forcing my ass back to receive his generous manifestations. With his free hand he reached around and grasped my cock and balls in a well lubricated hand and began manipulating them as they had never been handled before. The frenzied joy I felt made we want more of the toy, more of his strong touch, more of him. I couldn't have enough. "There," he said. "Ya got it all." He gently rolled me over onto my back. I could feel that wonderful thing inside me. As I moved my ass I could feel that large leather instrument inside me sending shivers of delight emanating from its entire length. As he knelt by my feet, he grasped both of my ankles raising them and placing them on his shoulders. Both of his hands were free to play with the toy, manipulate it, thrill me with it. My hands were on my tool jacking it up and down as I pushed downward on that lovely length reaching deep inside of me. "Ya like that, don't cha?" He kept up the slow, tantalizingly erotic stimulation as I squirmed in sheer delight. How long he kept this up I do not know. All I know is that I was suspended in a world of wondrous sensations. I could feel the toy slowly being removed. My ass tried to grip it, preventing its retreat -- but to no avail. I continued to pump my own tool, feeling the shaft slide back and forth in my hand as the fingers stroked the firmness. The leather dildo had now been complete withdrawn and I was beginning to have a new sensation. Something was forcing its way back into me, something larger, something warm. What ever it was I wanted it. I pushed down on it to help it find its way. Suddenly, I slid over a large object. I could feel it inside me. It was warm. It was alive. I could feel it move. His hand was inside me. I could feel the fingers gently massaging me imparting new joys. I pumped ever harder. He was driving me wild -- he knew what he was doing and he knew just what to touch, just how to give me the most sensuous sensations. He kept fucking me with his fist and hand giving me more pleasure than I had ever known before. My cock was not rock hard, but it was long, anxious, and ready. I could feel him stimulating juices deep inside of me. They began to rise. I pumped harder. I forced myself further down on the intruder trying to take more, to get more joy from it. My cum burst forth as if a water main had burst. It was one giant gush of white, pearly fluid shooting all over the place, never ending. On and one it flowed -- harder and harder I pumped feeling that hand deep inside me probing, stimulating, pleasuring me. Finally, it retreated. My cock was spent. I held it tightly trying to wring one more drop of love from its tortured head. His hand slowly drew back. I knew that it was about to make that final move, exiting my grasping hole. As it did, my cock flooded forth, erupting creamy cum anew. I came again, and again. Convulsion followed convulsion as wad after wad shot out of me. He let my ankles back down as he moved around me. I was still shooting. I held my gun in two tight fists as if I were trying to choke off the flow. But it still exploded sending more of my love juice flooding out. He moved around me, now straddling my face. He knelt at my head, that wonderful cock of his hanging down waiting to be sucked in by my mouth. Its rugged thickness, arching outwards from the ball sac swinging free behind it. I wished my mouth were large enough to capture everything that cock ring held so tightly. I wanted my lips to smother those gorgeous objects now so close to my face. "Not yet, kid," he admonished. "Just watch." As he reached down and began to twist one of my nipples between his fingers, his other hand started slowly jacking off that wonderful tool. He kept the head pointed down at my partially open lips. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Each time that large head grew darker, angrier, more inviting. My tongue moistened my lips. I wanted to soothe that tortured wand. Slowly he began lowering it. Grasping his cock near its base be began slapping my face with it. Each time it passed my anxious mouth I tried to capture the inflamed end between my lips. But it always eluded me. My tongue and throat cried out in desperation to taste that giant dick. My body writhed in glorious pain. My mind reeled in anticipation of having his cum, of its running down my throat, of my tasting his salty manhood, of draining that breathtaking instrument of all its cream. I strained forward. Finally my parched lips closed around the firm, shiny end, drawing into my mouth, sucking. My mouth was filled with his meat, and there was more. My tongue explored the tip, the head, licked the underside, trying to coax some refreshment from him. Deeper and deeper it sank into my throat. My nose was against the cock ring. My frenzied tongue worked feverishly against the shaft, begging, begging for a taste of his salty sweet man juice. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, his bush came crashing into my face. Was this it? Was he going to come? He grabbed the back of my head and held me down on the full length. My lips could no longer stroke the steel hard rod, but my tongue could still tease, coax, sooth the base that was still in my mouth. My throat could still suck on the head and the delightful shaft it had captured. I was going to have him. I was going to suck him dry. The first load came hard against my throat. The second, third, I lost count! Again and again he bathed my parched throat with copious amounts of cum. And I worked on that wondrous rock hard cock to get more. I would drain that dude like he'd never been drained before. Harder and harder I sucked, tongued; and the harder he held my head in place with my lips wrapped around his cock ring. Slowly, he began to relax, letting me back off and then voraciously recapture all that I had held. I worked like a mad man, drawing his implement deep down my throat, releasing it, tonguing it, and then drawing it deep inside me again. He threw his head back, moaned. My mouth and throat were filled with thick cream. Now it poured out of that big cock in an uninterrupted flow filling my mouth. I swallowed, not wanting to lose a drop. I couldn't take it as fast as he was giving it to me. It began to run out of the corners of my mouth. I pushed my head up, taking everything there was, shoving it as far down my throat as it would go. I sucked, drank, sucked, drew his cum deep down into me. His shaft was not as hard as before. I could now begin to move it around in my mouth, lovingly sooth it with my tongue, lick the underside of it, bath the tortured head. Again, I could taste more of his manhood pouring out into my unrelenting mouth delighting me to even more frantic movements. He began to remove his love instrument from my mouth. I followed it. It escaped my lips. I reached out with my tongue, grasping the underside of the head with it, drawing it back. Yet another drop began to issue from the tip. I licked it clean and wanted more. In one frantic lunge, he once again pulled my head hard against him, his now flexible shaft reaching far down my throat. He convulsed in a single fantastic spasm granting one last, delicious load of his cum. He held me tightly as I drank. My throat milked that warm hunk of meat, taking every last drop. "Oh gawd!" He relaxed his grip on my head once again and it fell back on the cushions. I could see hanging just above me face that wonderful piece of man meat I had just drained. It was thick and round. Now the head swung slightly as it pointed downwards to where it had lost its load. The balls that had rested on my forehead hung loosely. Framed by the black leather of his chaps, the sight was beginning to make me hot again. Still holding tightly to my own tool with one hand, the other reached up involuntarily taking his cock in it and beginning to stroke it back and forth -- hoping. Then, my eyes began to focus on other things. Standing around me were several more leather men, wearing harnesses, two with leather cock rings, one without. They had roaring hardons and were jacking off over me. The fury with which they pumped made their balls dance. I stroked my own tool with one hand as the other kept its firm grasp on the still moist cock I had so lovingly sucked dry, pumping. The three rock hard cocks above me began to show the tortured signs of being close to shooting. My cock began to stiffen. The one in my other hand also showed signs of new life as it lengthened, thickened as I stroked it. Suddenly, white cum spurted in all directions. The three over me shot wads of warm cream all over me. My cock, now stretched to it full dimensions, joined in as I furiously pumped it. The handful I had still firmly in my grip above my head began to give evidence that my efforts were not to go unrewarded. I stroked it back and forth as a giant drop of cream began to appear at the end. I pointed it downwards towards my face as I held my mouth open in expectation. Slowly the drop fell. I caught it between my lips, the salty taste sliding down my tongue. And then what I had hoped for, had prayed for. He shot. Frantically, I maneuvered his cock so I could once more taste that man juice of his. Load after load of warm, salty sweet cream poured out of that angry head. And load after load I caught in my waiting mouth, letting it roll back and down my throat. With each load, I drew him closer to me. Finally I closed my lips over the throbbing head as I sucked the warm shaft back, deep down my throat, draining it of its reward for me. I could feel more warm cum shooting all over me as I sucked the large cock over and over again, drawing everything it had to offer out. Suddenly, I felt warm lips on my own tool, closing over it, sliding down the long shaft, sucking. The stroking tongue drew yet another orgasm from deep inside me. My throat grasped the generous prick so lovingly flooding forth as I sent new fountains of excitement shooting into the mouth that was working for expertly on my cock. Slowly I was being rolled over on my side. As I turned both the cock in my mouth and the mouth that so firmly held my swollen tool moved together. Then it dawned on me. The leather man whose meat I so desperately wanted, that I had now sucked off twice was sucking me off. I drew his tool further down my throat, sucking on the round full head. My tongue teased and coaxed the long, hard shaft. His mouth was repeating the actions on my thrilled love instrument. Together we came. We gave each other everything we had. We both sucked drawing cocks, cum, love deep inside of us. I held him tightly, hoping that it would never end.