Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 16:23:41 EDT
From: GareCubOK@aol.com
Subject: Stall For Two 4

Stall For Two
(Installment Four)

by GareCubOK

I finally made it up to the bar and was about to order a beer when I made
eye contact with an older bear with a salt n pepper beard who smiled and
walked away with a brown hankerchief hanging out of his left rear pocket and I
had to wonder what that meant. Then someone came up behind me and patted me
on the ass.
"Looks like you're having a leakage problem." It was the leatherman who
fucked me earlier in the night. "I want you to meet someone."
His look-a-like friend suddenly appeared and started looking me up and
down. He put a chubby finger to my mouth and ran it all around my wet lips, then
he pushed it inside and I knew I should suck on it. It tasted dirty, Lord
only knows where his hands had been, but I continued to suck. He pushed his
leather vest to the side and I could see his long erect nipples. He obviously
used some kind of small pump on them. He curled his finger behind my bottom
front teeth like a hook and pulled me forward and down until my mouth was
level with his left nipple. I began to suckle at his teat like a baby, but
only this was much better. It was like a miniature dick. I sucked on it for a
bit, then he grabbed my head and switched me to his right one. After about a
minute of sucking, he ran his fingers gently through my hair and then
suddenly grabbed and yanked my head back.
"Open your mouth boy." He said in a low voice.
I was a little afraid of him. I did as I was told and he brought my mouth
up to his. His fingers still tightly entangled in my hair. He lifted his beer
bottle up to his mouth and let it pour until his cheeks were bulging, then
he bent his head down, opened his lips and let it drain into my mouth.
"Now swallow." He said as he yanked my head again.
I did.
He turned to the leatherman and said, "He's very willing. He'll do just
fine." Then he let go of my hair and I was able to stand up straight.
My eyes glanced down and I couldn't help but notice his bulging crotch. One
of the buttons on his 501s was undone and I wanted to rip the other buttons
open to see what was hidden behind that faded denim.
"You feeling relaxed?" The leatherman asked.
"Yeah, I feel good." I answered, maybe a little too good.
"Well drink up." He gave me his beer and patted me on the ass again. "You'
re gonna need it."
I wondered what he meant by that as I drank the beer as fast as I could.
The leatherman and his friend began whispering to each other and I began to
feel that maybe I'd had enough excitement for one night and should be
getting on home. I finished the beer and set the empty bottle on the bar. "Thanks
for the beer, I'll see you guys around."
"Hold on there buddy." The leatherman said as he put an arm around my
shoulders. "The night's still young."
Before I could react, his friend was putting a black leather collar around
my neck with a chain already attached. "Just relax boy, we're going to have
a little fun!"
I gulped with fright and my adam's apple pushed against the collar. What
had I gotten myself into this time?
He yanked on the chain, "Come with me boy."
I followed him as the entire bar watched and grinned. How humiliating. What
must they think?.
Before I knew it I was back to a very familiar place. The men's room. He
pulled me into the stall, that nasty stall.
"Drop your pants and bend over the toilet."
I hesitated.
"I said bend over the damn toilet boy!" He was unbuttoning his 501s.
I watched him as I slowly turned around and unfastened my jeans. He had a
very impressive piece of meat. His pubes were shaved and he had a silver
metal cock ring. Just a couple of strokes of his hand and he was fully hard.
I bent over, grabbing the top of the toilet tank. He immediately began
stuffing his meat into my puffy abused asshole. He didn't use any lube. It was a
good thing I was still leaking the black man's load. I braced myself,
expecting to be pounded once again. But it didn't happen. Once he was in all the
way, he stood still.
"Just relax and keep that ass pushed out."
I wondered what he was doing just standing there. Wasn't he going to fuck
the shit out of me like the others had done? Then I felt it. It was hot, deep
in my guts. I was starting to feel bloated like when I give myself an
enema. Then it dawned on me. I was getting douched...with PISS!!! He was actually
relieving himself in my guts!!!
"Just stay still until Im done." The big-nippled man stated. "I'm cleaning
out your nasty hole. You have way too much cum up in there you fuckin Pig!"
Oh God, it was starting to hurt! My bowels were gurgling like I was about
to have the runs. I was sure my colon was going to burst like a water balloon
inside me. He reached around under my shirt and patted my protruding belly.
"Ahh, that's nice Pig. You're skin is so tight `cause you got a belly full
of my piss. You like that Pig? You like having a man's hot urine deep in
your guts?"
Oh Lord, this was so degrading. Letting men use me like this.
He suddenly stopped and said, "I'm going to pull out now, but you are going
to do every thing in your power to keep that piss in there. You got that
Pig? You keep that damn cunt clamped shut!"
Then he pulled out, almost too fast. I thought I was going to lose it all
in one big gush...but I quickly stood up and squeezed that hole shut with all
my might.
"Now sit down and don't let one drop escape from your filthy hole! You got
that Pig?!"
What? Was he insane? How is that possible? If I sit down it will surely all
run out!
"Dammit Pig! DO WHAT I SAY!" He shoved me down onto the toilet and I almost
lost control of my abused hole, in fact, a little piss did squirt out but I
wasn't going to fess up. I quickly regained control of my asshole and
stared up at his face.
"Suck it Pig!" He commanded. Clean all your nasty ass juices off my cock!"
I quickly got to work cleaning his huge slimey tool with my eager mouth.  I
felt the swollen vein that ran along the top of his cock with my tongue.  I
began to suck harder because I didn't know how much longer I could hold the
piss in my ass.  What was wrong with me?  Why didn't I just put a stop to
this foolishness and go home?  Why did I suddenly want more of this
humiliating craziness?  Why did his cock taste so fucking good?  I sucked and sucked,
harder and faster, losing control like I was on some kind of drug, tons of
salty precum was leaking into my mouth and just when I thought he was going
to shoot down my throat, he pulled out.
What the Fuck!  I thought.  I can't do this much longer, I'm going to lose
my mind!
"Now clean my balls...suck `em into your filthy mouth like a good pig."
Oh God!  My guts were gurgling and cramping like crazy now.  I was going to
lose the piss, I just knew it!  I sucked the shaved balls into my mouth,
they were gigantic and I could not fit both in at the same time, first the
left one popped in and I sucked and ran my tongue all around it until he pulled
it away and popped the right one in.  I gave it the same attention,
wanting, or needing that juice I knew was buried deep inside.  Suddenly he pulled
away and shoved the entire length of his rock hard man meat down my throat
and began fucking my face with a vengeance.  I was gagging and sputtering
around his cock,  but he didn't care, he only had one vision, one goal.
Then it happened.
He suddenly grunted "Gonna shoot my load! OH FUCK!!! I'M GONNA BLAST YOUR
FUCKIN THROAT!!! AH SHIT, YOU FUCKIN PIG, TAKE MY NASTY SEED!!!
The first shot sprayed my tonsils with a force that truly stunned me.
I'M CUMMIN!!! CHOKE ON IT!!! SWALLOW IT ALLLL!!!
I tried to swallow, but mostly gagged and snorted til snot and cum was
pouring out of my nose.  I couldn't breathe.  I thought I was gonna pass out,
but I still sucked, I had to have all of it.
Finally he stopped and pulled his deflating cock from my mouth.  He stuffed
himself back into his 501s and buttoned up.
"You still got my piss boy?"
"Yes Sir."  I answered with obvious pain on my face.
He put his left hand on my chest and pushed my back against the toilet
tank. "You ready to let it go?"
"Yes Sir."
His left hand was still firmly on my chest and I saw his right hand ball up
into a fist.  Without warning, his fist hit me right in the stomach and I
lost control of my asshole.  His piss gushed from my guts and I felt the cold
toilet water splash up against my ass, and I think I blacked out for a
split-second.
"What a fuckin pig."  He said with disgust. "You have cum running out your
nose and piss coming out your ass.  You are truly a toilet.  Be back here
next weekend so I can use you again."
He left the stall leaving me to gather myself once again.  I went to the
sink and splashed water on my face to wash away all the cum.  I saw in the
mirror that I was still wearing the leather collar.  I ran my fingers over the
metal studs and found a drop of cum, I put my finger to my tongue to taste
the saltiness.  Damn I was still thirsty for a beer.

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