Date: Tue, 27 Jul 1999 11:43:28 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 7

FAMILY FUCK

written by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


Family Fuck

Part VII


I had known about the glory holes in the park men's room for ages: I guess
the first time I had ever heard about men who sucked cock and fucked ass
had been when one of my class-mates had told a sick joke about that
place. Numberless other stories and rumors had followed, jokes about some
ignorant young fella who walked in there to have a crap only to find that a
big, hard cock was literally shoved into his face through a hole in the
wall while he settled down on the stool; sensationalist rumors about a guy
who had been raped there, gang-banged by more than a dozen men who fucked
him in turns so hard and for so many times that he couldn't walk straight
for at least a week; whispered remarks that this was a place were a man
could have his dick sucked anytime for free since cock-crazy queens were
hanging around there all the time, eager to gulp down any cock and any load
they were fed; stories of wild, uninhibited orgies that went on there every
night after dark when all the town's "pervs" gathered there to suck and
fuck their brains out, with no holes barred, until the whole place dripped
with cum...

Shy and insecure as I had been before Bob had broken me in, I had never
been even near that john although I had fantacised about it a lot, but on
that day I knew that this was the right place for me: I wanted to wallow in
filth and dirt; I wanted to cast myself before the swine; I wanted to let
it all hang out - and there seemed to be no better place for that in the
whole town than this restroom. And so I headed there as fast as I could.

While I practically ran up the streets, the image of my Dad taking it up
the ass from my uncle came back to my mind: I saw him again, writhing in
front of Bob's heavily muscled, hairy body, his ass impaled by my uncle's
giant dick that throbbed and jerked and shot glob after glob of hot cum up
into his guts; I heard Dad groan and cry again, his head thrown back in
exctasy, begging Bob to fuck him hard, whimpering for the man's cum; I saw
his dick again, imposingly big and thick, jutting upwards out of his crotch
hair, swaying, jerking, slapping against his flat, hard-muscled belly as
Bob fucked his ass harder and deeper and harder, and this perfectly shaped
dick trembled and swelled to even larger dimensions and then finally I saw
once again as it exploded with a spring-tide of spurting cum that rained
down on his well-tanned, thick legs, stuck to the golden hairs that covered
his muscular thighs and finely chiseled calves and ran further down to his
strong feet, seeping to the floor between his toes.

My breathing became so labored that I couldn't run anymore. I slowed down
and realized that my dick - still confined in my completeley soiled, sticky
jock-strap - had become rockhard again. I tried to wipe these images away,
but they came back again and again, and my cock swelled to an even more
aching hardness every time I saw my Dad's spluttering dick again in my
mind, shooting huge globs of glitteringly white cum high up into the air,
spraying himself and the living room floor with a seemingly endless load of
jism.

I felt strangely comforted when I arrived in the park. The restroom was
situated in a grey, neglected building that was well hidden in the park's
most shadowy part under large trees and behind some great bushes. My dick
jerked and itched in joyful anticipation as I strolled across the lawn
towards this mysterious, dark place: here I would find distraction and ease
for my burning pain. I was sure of that.

When I opened the squeaky door I almost bumped into a well-dressed man -
handsome, hefty, in his thirties - who was about to leave, still fumbling
with his fly with both hands. He passed me quickly but then we both turned
around and starred at each other for a second across the threshold. Somehow
his face seemed familiar, but I couldn't place him. I also noticed the huge
bulge in his pants: obviously the man had stuffed his still hard dick
hastily back into his briefs. Then the door fell shut. I listened for the
man's footsteps on the gravel, but heard nothing: for some reasons he
seemed to linger in front of the door.

My heart jumped and I felt suddenly very nervous since I realized that I
knew absolutely nothing for sure about this place. Could all the stories I
had heard about it really be true? How did you behave in such a place? Had
the man recognized me? What would I do if he came back?... if he wanted me?
I stood still for some time, listening hard, and breathed a soft sigh of
relief when he finally walked away, thankful that I had been granted some
time on my own to adjust to this unknown situation.

The low-ceilinged room was quiet, dimly lit and cool. It looked exactly
like any other john: three urinals, divided by partitions, three stalls on
the opposite wall, the floor slightly damp and pretty dirty, littered with
crumpled hankies and other torn paper, the small, elongated windows that
sat high up in the walls blind with dust. I was alone - no orgy going on,
no cock-crazy queen down on her knees in one the stalls, lips spread wide,
tongue sticking out, begging to be face-fucked, no hot guys jacking off in
front of the urinals, ready to show off their rockhard dicks and eager to
drop their pants and bend over for a good, hard fuck up the ass.

Only the smell was different from other restrooms I knew. Other scents were
added to the familiar mixture of the damp odors of cleansing agents and of
piss: the smell of sweat, of hard-laboring, writhing manly bodies that glow
and drip with sweat, and the smell of cum, of semen, freshly sprayed in
huge globs onto the floor or the walls. My achingly hard dick jerked in
response to this heady scent. Inhaling deeply, I walked towards the stalls
where it seemed to be even stronger. I entered the middle stall and found
myself surrounded by a cloud of these intoxicating smells: even
blind-folded I would have taken any bet that some guy had shot a big load
of cum in this stall just a few seconds earlier on.

I closed the door behind me and looked around, gasping since there was so
much to see: all the walls were covered with scribblings and
graffitis. Most of the drawings were of dicks: dicks of all forms, all
shapes and various sizes, ranging from very big to grotesquely
over-sized. The largest cock was several feet long and as thick as the
trunk of a fully grown tree: it spread over the whole length of one wall
and the head was as big as a football. The drawings overlapped more often
than not; there seemed to be several layers of them; some were almost
faded, others were obviously very recent. They were done in different
colors and with very different skills: some were primitive sketches with
just a few rough outlines, other were really elaborate and done with great
care so that the dick looked almost three-dimensional and seemed to leap
from the wall despite its impossible size. But all these cocks were hard,
erect and spurting with cum: long strings of thick blobs of cum were
depicted as they shot out of thick dickheads and spread over the wall,
frozen at the moment when the arch of exploding jism had reached its
highest point. There were so many dicks around me on the walls and cum was
shooting out of them in such quantaties and so violently that I almost felt
as if huge globs of hot, sticky cum were really raining down on me, soiling
me from head to toe, coming from all directions at the same time. My
rockhard dick jerked violently in my pants and I knew that I was definitely
at the right place.

While my eyes still roamed over these walls I started to undress, stepping
out of my shorts, shoving my soiled jock-strap down over my thighs . There
were also other drawings: of men sucking and fucking each other in various
positions. In most cases the 'artist' had been content to draw just the
most important parts of the bodies: a thick, hard cock shoved halfway up a
taut, muscular ass, torsi without heads or legs engaged in a wild
three-way, a wide-spread mouth with out-stretched tongue, licking at two
very large and very hairy balls that already dripped with spit. Only two
pictures were not dashed off, but done with loving attention to details and
right proportions: one showed a formally dressed, good-looking business
man, bent over, legs spread wide, his tie dangling down in front of his
bent torso, his pants lowered just enough to bare his ass, who was fucked
up the ass by a big-dicked, completely bare assed, very muscular and hairy
guy. The contrast between the two bodies - one almost fully dressed, the
other one completely naked, with hard, bulging muscles - was as striking as
the lusty expression of the two faces.

The other elaborate drawing - obviously done by the same man - was even
more exciting: it shoved two cops in full gear, hard dicks sticking out of
their uniform pants. One of them was bent over, his pants down to his
ankles, while the other cop - a heavily muscled man - drilled a thick and
incredibly long nightstick up the man's butt while he jacked himself off
with one hand. The cop who took the stick up the ass was depicted in the
throes of a shattering orgasm: he shot his load, spraying cum all over his
chest and legs, although neither he himself nor his buddy touched his huge,
rockhard dick. Under the drawing were the words: "As seen here in the park,
3 a.m." and then a date was given that was only two months ago. Although
there was no direct hint that this drawing had anything to do with Bob it
set my mind immediately on fire: all my fantasies about my hot uncle and
his partner Dick were suddenly there again and inevitably these images
reminded me why I had made up my mind to come to this place in the first
place: I saw my Dad again, fucked to a glorious climax by his muscular
brother-in-law's giant, deep-driving dick. By then I was stark naked and I
grapped my jerking dick at the base and squeezed the throbbing shaft hard,
afraid that the vivid memory of the moment when my Dad's imposing dick
exploded with a springtide of hot cum right in front of me while he roared
with lust would bring me off too right then and there. Breathing hard I
waited until the tide of boiling cum in my aching balls fell back. Then I
concentrated on the scribblings on the walls again, eager to distract me
from this disturbing thoughts.

Besides the drawings there were messages and ads in many different hands,
written with all kinds of pens. Some of them them were so faded that they
were hardly decipherable; other looked as if the ink was still wet. Men
offered and praised themselves ("27 yo, 6'', 180 pds. of solid muscle,
submissive bottom, great ass, seeks agressive top. Need it bad!"); they
bragged about their dicks ("11 inches of hard, solid dick, hard all the
time. Come swing on it, man!") or about the measurements of chest, arms and
thighs that were invariably incredible wide or - when it came to hips -
impossibly small; some announced their special interests ("My big tits need
to be tortured. Dig them nails into my flesh, man! Hard!!" - "Love to drink
your piss. Use me as your toilet" - "Slave seeks cruel master. Sir, please,
punish me, Sir! I'm worthless shit. Show me my place, Sir!"), others
preferred plain and simple sex ("Need a good fuck every noon. Meet here. No
strings attached. Just fuck me. Will stand at the left urinal - shove my
pants down and bend me over"); some were brazen and left telephone numbers
("Great head, any time, serve all dicks, call Mike, fon XXX XXX"), others
were highly secretive ("Married guy seeks the same or straight acting
stud. Discretion a must"); some guys tried to make appointments with dudes
they fancied ("Next Monday, 7 pm, by the lake, second bench, will wear
white pants") but somehow they seemed to miss each other all the time ("I
was there on time. You?" - "Sorry, couldn't make it. New date?"); two
devoted cocksuckers had a kind of competition going who had drained more
balls in less time on various days ("May 5, 5 - 8 pm, had 14 big loads down
shot down my throat" - "Friday late at night: the best! Lost track. Had
something like 20 or 25 dicks in a few hours. Was drowned in cum! Hot studs
were queueing up"); some guys searched for lost fuck mates ("Where is the
carpenter who fucked me here last week? Give me your hammer again, man!"),
others looked for Mr. Right. A whole new world opened up for me as I read
these messages, a world full of possibilities and promises that contained
only raw sex and nothing but raw sex and my dick started to leak pre-cum in
a steady stream while I read on and on, my face glowing, my chest heaving
with mounting excitement.

And then, when I had finally devoured every single one of these innumerable
dirty ads, I noticed the holes: two large holes, opposing each other, cut
into the walls that separated the three stalls. And I noticed the cum that
ran down on the partition to my left: overwhelmed by the new experience of
all these hot pictures and sexy messages I had completely forgotten to look
out for the load of jism that emanated the strong, manly scent that still
filled my nostrils. But there it was, besides innumerable crusted cum
drips, right in front of me: someone had shot a tremendous load of cum onto
the wall. A string of huge globs of jism was sprayed over all those
drawings and messages; slowly the sticky white fluid ran down and dripped
down onto the floor. Several large pools of cum had already gathered under
the partition. I remembered the guy who had bumped into me at the door some
moments before: without a doubt he had got his rocks off here, had cum
right before I entered the restroom. Thanks to one of those strange flashes
of the mind I suddenly also knew who he was: I had seen him many times in
the public library where he was some big shot who ordered the employees
around. Naturally I saw him in a different light at that moment. I was
still a novice to public sex but by instinct I knew that he came here
during his lunch break for some quick and easy sex. Since no one showed up
in time he had jacked off, probably entertaining himself with the
scribblings on the walls. I pictured him in the stall, his pants down at
his ankles, at the moment when he had climaxed, when the brightly red slit
in his dickhead had opened up to realease the flood of cum, when he had
aimed his throbbing dick against the wall and watched with unblinking eyes
as a long row of strong jets of his hot cum splattered over all those
pictures of giant dicks that erupted with endless volleys of jism.

My rock-hard jerked and felt as if it was ready to explode too. As if
hypnotized I starred at the wet remains the man had left on the wall after
his solitary jack-off session. The blobs of cum looked very white and
glittered enticingly. Involuntarily I licked his lips. And then I did it:
without thinking I knelt down, opened my mouth, and began to lick the man's
cum from the wall with long, carefully judged strokes of my out-stretched,
swirling tongue. I started at the bottom of the partition and moved
upwards, scooping all the cum in my mouth, leaving a wet trail of spit
behind. The last huge glob sat on the picture of one of those over-sized
fantasy dicks, right at the head that was depicted in the second when it
released a torrent of cum, and I felt as if the cum was fed to me from this
incredibly thick and long monster cock. Then I gulped the man's jism slowly
down, groaning deep down in my chest with excitement while a wave of
unbearable heat shot through my body with each glob of cum that ran down my
throat, coating my tongue, gums and larynx, and mingled with the other
blobs in my stomach. The taste was slightly different from Bob's cum (till
then the only jism that I had had in my mouth) - less sweet, more salty -
but it was just as exhiliarating. I made a mental note to beg the librarian
as soon as possible for more of his cum - delivered fresh in my mouth of
course. I would leave a note in a book or something like that to tell him
that I wanted his jism. Once again my mind reeled with the prospects of the
future.

When I was finished with the man's cum I smacked my lips and wanted
more. And there was more: on the floor. Three large pools of milky spunk,
shimmeringly white on the grim floor. I hesitated for a second but then I
told myself that this was exactly what I wanted to do: to wallow in filth
and dirt. And so I did it: I brought my head down and licked the man's cum
up from the slimy floor slowly, methodically, although I had to push my
face almost under the partition to reach those pools of spunk. My cheek
brushed across the floor, but I went for all of the man's cum, relishing
the taste, making sure that nothing was left, that I missed not a single
drop of the precious liquid. Grains of sand crunched between my teeth but I
felt a glowing satisfaction when I lifted my soiled head again and wiped my
lips clean. My dick seemed to be harder and thicker then ever before.

I was ready then - ready for more, ready for all the raw sex this new world
held in store for me.

This man's cum had been my starter; now I wanted the main courses.

And I didn't had to wait.

The door squeaked and someone entered the restroom. Footsteps approached
the stalls. Expectantly I settled myself on the stool, squeezing my
rockhard dick from time to time playfully, and spread my feet wide to make
sure that the man got a good look of me - my bare legs, my heavy balls, my
drooling cock - in case he should peer through the hole. The man
immediately went into the booth next to mine. I got a glimpse of dark-clad
legs as he passed the hole. Everything was quiet for a brief second. Then
the man fumbled with his fly and I heard that his pants slid slowly down
his legs. My heart raced and my dick jerked in anticipation just because of
that sound. He sat down. Once again it was very quiet. I stroked my
erection and waited eagerly. But nothing happened - no sound, no movement
in the next booth. I jerked at my achingly hard dick faster and harder with
slick fingers and made sure to produce some wet noise. No reaction. I
spread my legs even wider, jacked off feverishly, noisily and moaned
softly. Nothing. At last I plucked up enough courage to bent forward so
that I could see part of the next booth through the hole.

To my surprise the man didn't sit on the stool anymore but stood just
beside the hole. His pants were down on his ankles. I saw two heavily
muscled legs, the skin smooth, pale and almost hairless, two very heavy
balls, drawn close to the man's groin, also covered with little hair, but
as big as two over-sized tennis balls that seemed to strain the skin of
their sac to the point of ripping apart. And I saw the man's cock. It was
huge, thick and rockhard, rising from a nest of curly, auburn hair. The
huge, deeply red dickhead was strikingly set off by the man's gleamingly
white skin. He cupped those giant balls in one of his huge, long-fingered
hands while the other one unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a flat belly and
a wide, muscular chest. Muscles bulged and rippled under the smooth skin. I
couldn't see the man's face and made no attempt to do so.

Naturally my eyes got instantly glued to the man's dick. They roamed over
the thick shaft and I licked my lips involuntarily. That seemed to be the
sign the man had waited for: suddenly he stepped determinedly forward and
shoved his dick through the hole, bending his legs slightly in his knees
while he aimed the head at the opening, holding the thick, rigid shaft down
with his hand to make it go through the hole. I held my breath and watched
with unblinking eyes as inch after inch of rockhard cock appeared on my
side of the wall. And then he had stuffed it through the hole and his
crotch hair scratched against the partition: the man's cock, complete with
those big balls, was in my reach, arching high up into the air, right in
front of me, in all its glory.

I knelt down on the floor and admired the man's dick from close up. From
very close up.

It wasn't very long, definitely not as long as Bob's giant prick. No, it
had no more than probably seven inches, but it was incredibly thick,
thicker than a solid brick, as thick as the upper side of my wrist. The
oversized oval balls, moving impatiently under the tightly stretched skin
of the man's sac, greatly added to the impression of an awe-inspiring
strength that was ready to strike any second. I gulped down hard as I
imagined to be impaled by this solid bar of man meat. The brightly red head
was even thicker than the shaft. This was a killer cock, made to rip butts
and throats apart.

And it was alive: it emanated a strong heat and moved with a power of its
own, pulsing, throbbing, swaying gently up and down, drawn down again and
again by its own massive weight but yet held up by an invisible male
strength. Strong blue veins ran up the entire length of the massive shaft,
bulging in a steady rythm underneath the pale, smooth skin. Clear drops of
pre-cum appeard at the large piss-slit that gaped at me. I starred at the
stranger's dick and realized that this was a very important moment in my
life: I learned that I loved cock - not only Bob's mammoth member, but cock
in general. Every cock. All cocks. I wanted them all, adored them all,
wanted all the cum they could give. Every single drop of it. This was a
cock - and nothing but a cock. I couldn't see the man who sported this big
rod and didn't gave a damn about him. I didn't care who he was, how he
looked, how old he was, how he dressed - he had a thick, drooling dick and
I wanted this hard, throbbing shaft of man meat, desired it, craved it,
wanted to feel it in me, in my mouth or up my ass, feel as it was shoved
into me, hard and fast and deep, forcefully, relentlessly, wanted to feel
as it jerked and throbbed in climax in me, longed to feel as it spurted hot
cum into me, into my eagerly gulping mouth or up my spasming asshole. I
wanted cock - and this one was going to be only the first of all the other
big dicks that were still to come and cum...

Slowly, teasingly I lowered my head until my lips were only milimetres away
from the broad cockhead. I exhaled softly and my heart rushed joyfully as
the thick rod reacted instantly to my hot breath: it jerked violently,
slapping with a loud thud at the wall that was crusted with dried cum, and
then kicked into the other direction too, touching my lips for a second,
coating them with a thin layer of sticky pre-cum. My own dick jerked too as
if its movements had been syncronised to the throbbing of the stranger's
cock. He moaned huskily on his side of the wall and I did it again: my
breath brushed softly over the smooth skin of the man's dickhead and the
thick shaft slapped against my face again, drawing a string of slivery
pearls of fuck-lube behind that connected my lips and the gaping
piss-slit. The man groaned deep down in his chest and then he whispered:

"Come on, man, go down on me! Stop teasin' me! I'm in a hurry but hot for
your mouth, hot for your tongue! Suck me off!! Suck that dick! Make me cum!
I'll feed you my cum! Suck! Suck my dick, man!!"

His voice was flat and muffled but nonetheless it was impossible to miss
the urgency in his tone.

I smiled to myself, pleased by his pleading, and thought: ' Sorry, mister,
but I'll take my time - and I know you will too, hurry or no hurry!!'

Slowly I brought my hands up and tried to close my fingers around the
pulsing shaft. But that was impossible: it was way too thick. As hard as I
tried to bring thump and middle finger together there remained a gap of
more than two inches between them. I held the dick reverentially in both
hands and marveled at the feeling in my palms: the throbbing rod was soft
to the touch but at the same time hard as steel underneath the velvety
skin; it pulsed and jerked with life but was also so solid and heavy as if
had been cut out of marble, it was incredibly hot and seemed to burn the
skin of my hands but yet cold shivers ran down my spine as I held it in my
sweaty palms.

Moving my index finger I spread pre-cum, that oozed out of the elongated
piss-slit in a steady stream, slowly over the huge, mushroom-shaped
dickhead. The thin coating of slimey lube gave the soft skin an elegant
shine. The man let out a long hiss through clenched teeth:

"Ohhh, yessssssssssssssss!"

I squeezed the throbbing, veiny shaft testingly. It jerked and leaked even
more pre-cum. From the other side of the wall I heard the man's voice,
pleading in a husky drawl:

"Come on, man, suck! Suck! Suck me! Suck my dick...or I'll cream before you
close your hot lips around that big thing. I'm hot, man, so hot for your
mouth. Don't waste my load like that! It's a big one... and ready... ready
for you! I know you want it... want it right in your mouth! Just suck! Suck
me, man!!"

Finally I complied. My lips, soft and wet and hungry, brushed over the
man's jerking erection. My tongue sneaked out and I began to lick and lap
at the generously oozing slit in the large prick-head. The man groaned:

"Ohhhh, baby, that's good, so good. Take it in your mouth. Put that hot,
sweat mouth on my dick... and suck!! Suck me off!!! I'll drown with
cum... hot, churning cum! I've stored gallons of jism for you in that big
balls... for your thirsty throat. Now suck! Suck hard, man!"

My mouth sank down slowly, until my lips were stretched achingly taunt,
straining around the last fragment of the wide-flaring cochhead rim. I
rested and fought for air: this dickhead was so huge and thick that it left
virtually no room for my tongue in my mouth. I tried to swirl it around the
pulsing head but found that I had to be content to feel its silky firmness
rest on my tongue, pressing it down on my palate. I sucked in a noisy
breath and lunged forward, twisting my head and suddenly the massive shaft
started to descend swiftly down into my throat. My jaws ached and the skin
in the corners of my mouth seemed to be at the point of ripping apart, but
I persisted and swallowed every inch of the man's fat rod, slurping
juicily, drinking down the generous stream of his pre-cum that served as a
highly welcome lubricant with gurgling noises, swallowed this rockhard,
jerking dick in just one lunge until my forehead bumped the wall. Flakes of
dried cum got off and fell down into his pubic hair that scratched against
my nose and lips. The man roared enthusiastically. His voice was suddenly
much louder, less muffled. Obviously he had thrown his head into his neck:

"Yeeeeahhhhh! Ohhhh, yeeeeaaaahhhhh! Man, this... this is unbelievable!
What a mouth! Hot.... so hot! You love dick, don't you, uh? Especially a
thick, fat rod like this one, huh? Yeah, I know it's a
throat-stretcher... too thick for many guys... but not for you...  you're a
pro, boy... you've been trained to suck big dick... I can tell that... I
know that... you've sucked your share of oversized cock... and now you're
doin' me...give head, boy! Suck! Show me your skills! Show me what've
learned!"

I was impaled by this huge, throbbing dick and knew perfectly well that my
throat would be raw flesh once I got fed the man's sperm but yet I knew
that I longed for his cum. For some moments I enjoyed to feel the fat shaft
pulse in the tight confinement of my wet throat and mouth but then the man
behind the partition took charge: he began to fuck my face and he was
definitely a pro in this: he withdraw his killer cock slowly, backing off
in a measured, steady movement until my lips and the huge head of his dick
nearly disconnected, and then leaned into me again, shoving the thick,
pulsing shaft slowly back into my mouth and down my aching throat, giving
me time to adjust. I gupled and swallowed, fought for air and gupled and
swallowed, straining my jaws to open my mouth even wider, clamping my lips
around the jerking rod as hard as I could. I felt the prominent veins that
ran up the whole length of the fat shaft bulge against my raspy tongue. My
own dick, swinging freely between my naked legs, throbbed violently. I was
ready to cum again.
  
The man moaned and ground his pelvis urgently against my face so that his
giant balls slapped noisily against my chin. He started a rhythmic fuck,
skillfully increasing the tempo and the intensity of his thrusts, driving
his big cock to the hilt into my aching throat again and again, lashing his
strong hips to meet my accepting, wet mouth, groaning loud every time his
drooling dickhead met the bottom somewhere deep down in my throat, every
time his throbbing cock was buried to the hilt in my mouth and couldn' go
any deeper since his crotch hair scratched already against my straining
lips. Still he lunged his hips faster and faster, driving harder, thrusting
his rod forward into my receptive mouth, trying to plunge even deeper. He
growled:

"Yeah... yeah... hot mouth... hot tongue... I... I love to fuck your face,
boy... to fuck that hot mouth... hard... and fast... and deep... you like
it rough, huh?... like that, huh?... bein' fed my thick, fat prick in just
one shove... down your throat... love that, huh?... big dick stretchin'
your sweet lips... and I love... love it too! Take it, boy! Take my cock!
Yeah! Yeah! I'm comin' close... close... yeah, really close... to cummin'!
You ready, boy? Ready for my hot cum? Want it? My jism down your throat??
Huh? Huh?"

I groaned deep down in my chest enthusiastically, encouragingly, lurped
noisly at the man's thick joint and waited eagerly for his cum - the first
load of fresh sperm from another man than Bob!

But we were interrupted: the door squeaked and we got company. We both
froze and fell silent right as we heard that someone opened the door. But I
stayed on my knees on the floor, my mouth impaled by the man's fat, jerking
dick and waited - waited to learn if the guy who had joined us in the
restroom had come there for fast and easy sex too. He walked quickly up to
the vacant stall and closed the door behind him. For a second I thought of
the hole in my back and felt the strong urge to get up and 'play it
straight', but then I told myself 'What the fuck - only a gay man will look
through that hole!' Also the thick, throbbing cock in my mouth felt much
too good to let it go. So I stayed where I was. The guy whose rockhard dick
was stuffed deep down in my throat even started to fuck my face again,
long-dicking my mouth slowly and playfully, making sure that we made no
noise.

The newcomer waisted no time to peer through the hole in the wall between
mine and his stall. I sensed some commotion behind my back and then I heard
him gasp. It sounded like an approving gasp: obviously he liked the sight
of a bare-assed boy, down on his knees, his lips tightly wrapped around a
slick shaft of pulsing, thick man meat that slid slowly down the boy's
throat. I moved slightly to the sight to give him a better view of my
sucking mouth, of the man's impressive dick and his oversized
balls. Another gasp, even louder this time. The man who fed me his dick
chuckled softly behind the partition and shoved his prick down my throat
again with all his might. I jumped in surprise and whimpered around the
thick, deep-driving rod. I was sure the other guy still watched me through
the hole as I slobbered around this rockhard cock, greedily devouring every
inch of the thick shaft with my mouth - and I loved that idea! My balls
tingled and my dick jerked erratically, slapping hard at my stomach.

There seemed to be an unwritten rule that you had to speak in whispers in a
public restroom (at least for the beginning) since the man in my back
whispered too when he finally began to speak:

"Hot... hot... you guys are so hot! Yeah... take that big dick down your
throat, boy! Suck that thick cock! Suck it hard, boy! Feed him that prick,
man! Give it to him hard!Yeah, shove it down his throat! Yeah, like that!
Hot... so hot... you guys make me so hot... just from watchin' you!!"

His voice became louder as the other man fucked my mouth more and more
urgently, harder and deeper, as he had done before the brief interruption:

"Ohhh, yeah... suck... suck that dick... make him cum, boy... milk that big
joint for hot cum! I bet it feels great... that hot mouth on your thick
rod, huh? Huh? Tell me, man! Is it as great as it looks? Is he good? You
close? Huh?"

To my surprise the man who fucked my face answered these questions while he
went on to plunge his jerking dick into my mouth in deep-driving, hard
shoves and viscious lunges:

"You bet your hard dick that it feels great! So fuckin' great! This mouth
is hot... so incredibly hot! One of the best ever... highly
recommended... and I know what good head is! And you bet that I'm
close... so fuckin' close to drown that boy with my hot cream... so
fuckin', fuckin' close! You better hurry, man, if you're hot for a nice,
little three-way!!"

This gave the man in the other stall finally the idea:

"Come on, boy, move your ass here to the hole!," he pleaded urgently, "move
that sweet, little ass over here. Get on all fours and stick out that
butt. I'll make you squirm... just give me your ass... and you'll cum hard
without even touchin' yourself! Come on, boy, I want your ass... want it
now!!"

My heart raced at double speed as I heard this and I did as I was told:
still sucking noisly at the thick rod that pistoned in and out of my mouth
in a maddeningly fast rythm I brought my butt up to the hole in my back,
wriggling my hips enticingly. A strong shiver ran over my back as I felt
the man's hot breath brush over my taut buns and over the hairy cleft that
separated them, ruffling the dark fuzz of hair that covered my ass
cheeks. When he spoke again the man's voice was ragged. He panted and
groaned excitedly:

"Yeah, boy... that's a hot butt... really hot... I love sweaty and hairy
asses... just like this... made for rimmin'... looks so hot... so
hot... I'm droolin' for it already...  and you'll love my tongue up that
ass, boy... yeah, you'll love it... go crazy with my deep-drivin',
slurpin', lappin' tongue up your ass... this tight, sweet, smelly, hairy
ass!!"

With that the man lunged forward and buried his nose and mouth in my ass
crack, spreading my buns apart at the same with strong fingers, opening the
deep cleft between them wide open. I roared with lust around the thick,
throbbing shaft that stuck up my mouth as I felt the man's tongue at my
asshole - wet, firm, raspy and agile, licking at my puckered butthole,
probing tentatively inside. A wave of raw lust through my spine and groin
that made my stiff cock twitch and jerk. The idea that I was taken by two
strangers at the same time made my mind spin and made me hotter then ever
before. I spread my legs wide and pushed my butt back, trying to meet the
intruding tongue.

The ass-licking newcomer lunged forward oce again, pressed his face firmly
into the sweaty, hairy valley between the solid arcs of my asscheeks,
clamping his hot lips at the quivering ring muscle, and then his long
tongue probed deep into my butthole, swirling around, whileI groaned with
pleasure, rocked backwards and grinded my ass passionately against the
man's face. Blood pounded noisily in my ears and I had some difficulties to
understand the man who fucked my mouth as he growled:

"You at his ass now, man? How's that? Tell me, man! How's that ass? Tight?
He a virgin? What do you think? Has he been fucked before? I'm sure he has
been broken in - and has been fucked again and again afterwards. He's too
crazy for hard, big dick to be still a virigin... far too crazy for man
meat. Don't you think so too, buddy?"

The man slurped and lapped at my ass for some moments, but then he pulled
back, smacking his lips, and panted:

"This ass is hot... and tight... incredibly tight... can't get all of my
tongue inside... that bastard is tryin' to rip it off... tightenin' his
hole each time I shove my tongue in... clampin' that strong ass
muscles... tryin' to catch my tongue... hold it there... stuck up his
ass... he's hot for a tongue up his butt... and for more too... that's for
sure... yeah, he has been fucked before... and loved it... went back for
more... bent over and begged for more... and got what he wanted... no doubt
about that... there's cum up his ass... sweet, sticky cum... lots of
cum... I'm sure he has been fucked only this morning... and more often than
just once... there's too much cum here in this ass... at least two huge
loads... maybe even three loads... and he kept it there... up his butt... I
know a slut when I see one... and this is a slut if there ever was one... a
cock-crazy boy slut... crazy for cum... hot, sticky man jism... up his
butt... and that's what you'll get, boy... yeah, my hot jism up your
butt... while you get it down the throat too... at the same time... but
first... first... let me lick at this hot. Juicy ass some more... there's
nothing like lickin' cream out of a well-fucked ass... drives me
wild... and there's so much cum up this butt that it leaks out... just
oozes out... yeah... here... here it comes... hot man sperm oozin' out of
that thight boy butt... man, what a hot sight... what a treat!!"

And he shoved his tongue into my ass again and greedily devoured the
remains of Bob's two big loads of cum. His stubbly cheeks and chin
scratched at the tender flesh of my ass crack as he probed down as deep as
he could, swirling his raspy, exploring tongue around like mad, and I let
out a long, stiffeled groan, pushing my butt back to get more of that agile
muscle into my clamping asshole, spreading my jaws still wider apart to
make room for the huge, throbbing shaft of man meat that filled my mouth
again and again. I squirmed and writhed between this deep-driving cock and
the probing tongue up my ass and wanted more... more cock.... a drilling,
pistoning cock up my ass too - and after some moments I finally got what I
wanted.

Reluctantly the man pulled his tongue out of my spasming butthole and I
sensed that he rose to his feet. After some moments I felt a hot, hard rod
that brushed across the glowing skin of my asscheeks and slowly probed into
the wet valley between them that dripped with the man's spit and the last
globs of Bob's cum. And then the man began to shove the head of his dick
into my asshole. It was strange that a dick went up my butt that I hadn't
seen nor touched; it was weird to be fucked by a stranger, by a man I
neither knew nor had seen. Yeah, it was weird - and so hot that I almost
shot my load when I realized that this was really anonymous sex, that the
man could be any male citizen of our small town who was able to throw a
boner, just anyone - a neighbor, a cashier I met in the mall every other
day, a bus driver, the guy behind the counter in the deli or the hunk in
the record shop, one of the road sweepers, a minister, the mayor maybe -
just anyone. He had seen me, would probably recognize me; I knew nothing
about him except the facts that he had a stubbly chin, a versatile and very
long tongue... and a huge, fat dick.

Yeah, I learned that right at that moment as the man slowly began to shove
his rockhard dick deep into my tight hole: he drilled inch after inch of
his thick, long cock into my spasming hole, pausing from time to time a
brief second, and then he shoved forward again, slowly, methodically, and
waited, taking his time, shoved deeper still and waited.  While inch after
inch of hot dick slowly slit into my ass, going further and further down
into my guts, my mind reeled with the possible consequences of this scene:
from now there would be a man in the town who could think 'hey, this is the
boy I fucked in the restroom the other day' while I passed him
unknowingly. Would he approach me out of the blue, right in the middle of
the street, and say something like 'hey guy, how about another good, hard
fuck'? Would he point me out to his buddies, murmuring 'Great ass! Go for
it!'' under his breath while I walked past them, unaware that hungry eyes
were roaming over my buttocks? Would he follow me home secretly to learn my
name and then spread the word, going like 'This Simon Henderson goes crazy
with a big, hard dick up his ass. He needs it bad!' in front of everyone
who could be trusted to care about this bit of information? My breathing
became irregular as these ideas shot through my brain, as I realized that
from now on our sleepy, little town would be transformed into an exciting,
dangerous place - and I loved that thought: it made my rockhard, aching
dick throb and jerk and I knew that I would come in just a few seconds.

I grunted and squealed pleadingly around the thick shaft of man meat that
still pistoned in and out of my sore throat and gagged me, reduced me to
the status of a whining child. The men who fed me their hard dicks were
more articulate.

The guy who shoved his cock up my ass hissed:

"Ohhhh Jezuz fuckin' Christ!! This ass...is... so hot... so hot... so
tight... so slimey... slippery... well lubed... with cum... and spit... and
fuck juice! He's pullin' me in... inside his tight ass... hot, tight
ass... ohhhh, yeahhhhh.... yeahhhh... I... I don't believe
this... he's... hot... so fuckin' hot... to be fucked... this boy.... slut
boy... wants big, hard dick up his ass... all my dick... can't wait for
it... and I'm in... almost in, boy... just a couple of more inches... and
then... then I'll fuck you... fuck you hard, slut boy!!"

In response the guy who fucked my face moaned:

"Yeah, man, fuck that ass! Fuck it! Shove that thick rod up his ass and
fuck.... fuck... fuck! I'm close now... really close... won't last... can't
last any longer... need to cum... cum hard up this tight, hot throat!"

Right at that moment the door squealed again, signalling the appearance of
yet another visitor of the restroom, but all the three of us had already
lost the power to control ourselves: we didn't give a damn what the
newcomer heard, thought or did but continued on the steep ascend towards
climax. I was the first to come.

When the guy who fucked my ass had finally worked the entire length of his
hard dick into my clamping asshole, when he roared: "There you are,
boy... there you are... now...now you've got them all...all my hard inches
up your tight ass!," and began to fuck my ass hard and fast and deep the
combined sensations proved too much for me: two long, hard dicks were
entering me, impaling me from both sides at the same time, one went down my
mouth and throat, straining my lips, the other one went into my ass,
stretching it as wide as possible, brushing over my prostrate. Suddenly
both men were inside me right up to the hilt at the same time: two rockhard
cocks, pulsing and throbbing wildly, filled me up completely and stretched
so far into my body that they seemed to meet somewhere in my belly. I
couldn' take anymore and came without even touching my dick: hot cum boiled
in my itching balls and began to shoot up to the head of my pulsing cock
and I sobbed a stiffled cry of pleasure and agony around the deep-driving
dick in my mouth while I felt that my balls were drawn close to their base
and then a huge load of cum was pumped up my free-swinging, jerking dick
until it exploded out of the slit in my cockhead, bursting out in huge
volleys that sprayed my chest and stomach and the floor with an erratic
pattern of white, sticky spots of hot cum. I grunted and groaned, writhed
and moaned as my cock seemed to recoil again and again and then erupted
with a another torrent of sticky jism. Finally the tidal wave of my cum
dwindled down to a lazy trickle but my cock stayed hard as steel since my
ass was still royally fucked by a thick, throbbing dick that slid in and
out of my guts in a steadly increasing rythm.

This shattering climax was quickly followed by another one: at last the man
who shoved his thick dick in and out of my mouth fed me this load. He drove
his massive cock deep into my aching throat faster and harder then ever
before, bouncing and slapping his giant balls at my chin, and cried out:

"Damn it, boy... I'm about to bust... it's so fuckin' hot... so
hot.... ohhh, shit... holy shit... here, boy... here is... my CUM!! HOT
LOAD OF HOT CUM!! I'M CUMMIN TOO!!"

His dick throbbed and jerked and expanded in my throat and then throbbed
again, finally, as the first burst of sperm shot out of the huge dickhead,
washing over my tongue and over my glands, filling my mouth instantly to
the point of overflowing, and then another convulsion and another gush of
jism spewed with violent force into my gulping, gurgling, cum-drinking
mouth, and I lapped and licked and sucked at his spurting dick like mad but
the sticky liquid spurted forth so fast that I felt choked. The jerking
dick slit out of my mouth for some moments and I watched as the pulsing
shaft sent jet after jet of hot cum into the air, shooting and gushing
thick drops of creamy, white cum that rained down on my face, neck and
shoulders. Quickly I aimed the head at my chest and felt goose-flesh run
over my skin as still more vollies of spunk splashed across my pecs, coated
my stiff nipples and ran down over my rippling stomach. Carefully I rubbed
the hot fluid into my skin and encircled my tits with sticky
fingers. Miraculously this 'treatment' instantly eased the pain in my right
nipple that still hurt with the feeling of the Captain's hard
fingernails. Then I caught the cum-spurting cock once again in my mouth,
eager to get my share of the tasty liquid. This man's cum too tasted
different from Bob's and I realized that I could spend the rest of my life
exploring all the varieties of that taste and that I would never tire of
the rich, thick and slightly saltly cream that men shot out of their
pulsing dicks. My muffled groans and cries mingled with that of the man who
shot his load up my mouth while the guy in the third stall still fucked my
ass like mad, slamming his hard dick up my ass so urgently that his crotch
crashed against my up-turned ass every time he hit the bottom. And then I
heard a new voice, rising above this tumult, the voice of the most recent
newcomer who had obviously peered over the door of the stall as I shot my
load:

"Whow, you guys put on quite a show! Listen, man, pull that thick dick out
of that mouth, now that you've fed the boy your cum - hurry up! Make room
for me, man! Here's another big, hard dick to be shoved down that
throat... another big load cummin' up! I need that hot mouth bad now!!"

The man whose dick was still stuffed in my mouth chuckled softly:

"Don't panic, man. This boy is still lickin' up my cum... he won't miss the
slightest drop of it... and my dick is still drippin' with cum, you
know. He won't let go till it stops to leak."

And that was true: a steady stream of jism ran still out of the man's
softening cock and I drank that joyously down. Eventually it
stopped. Reluctantly the man pulled back until his spent prick popped out
of my mouth. The thick, brightly red head left my clamping lips with a
juicy, wet 'smack'. I sighed and licked my lips in anticipation of the next
dick and the next load of cum. I was overjoyed to know that I didn't had to
wait for it, that the next hard cock was literally just around the corner.

Kneeling on the floor on all fours, my ass thrust back against the hole in
my back, my asshole still under attack from the guy in the third stall, I
watched throught the hole in front of me as the man whose cum was still in
my mouth stuffed his still half-hard dick back into his briefs and
pants. When he pulled up the zipper I expected him to leave since the guy
who waited outside the stall and needed my mouth so badly shuffled
nervously with his feet and mutttered elaborate invectives about people who
took their time just to torture him. But the man did not leave. Instead he
bent down, crouching on his heels right in front of the hole. His mouth and
his fine nose appeared on the other side of the hole. The man sported a
thick beard that was of almost exactly the same color as his crotch hair:
auburn - slightly darker maybe, but still unmistakingly reddish brown. I
gasped - partly because of this unexpected and late breach of my anonymity,
partly because the guy who fucked my ass had shifted into still another
gear of forceful pistoning in and out of my guts.

The man smiled at me. It was a strange sight since I couldn't see his eyes,
only his full, sensous lips, drawn back in a wide grin. My whole body and
my head bounced back and forth in front of the glory hole, shoved forward
again and again by relentless thrusts of hard, thick dick up my ass; I
panted and sighed while my hard, drooling dick slapped at my stomach every
time the man in the third stall surged forward into my butthole again. I
still marveled what on earth the man wanted who gazed at me through the
hole when he leaned suddenly forward and brought his lips down on my
mouth. Yeah, he kissed me hard, demandingly, through the glory hole. I
gasped again - but this time with joy and excitement. I responded with
fierce passion: straining my neck I brought my head as close to the hole as
possible and eagerly opened my lips to draw the man's swirling, probing
tongue deep down into my ravaged mouth and throat. I moaned as it twisted
and turned arousingly around my own tongue that was still slimy with the
man's jism. The strong hairs of his beard scratched tantalizingly at my
puffy lips. We kissed wetly, juicily for long moments, exchanging cum and
spit back and forth between our mouths, while my body rocked with the wild
fuck I received up the ass.

At last the man broke the kiss. Once again I saw only his lips, slick with
a thin layer of my spit and the man's own sperm, hovering on the other side
of the hole. And then this beautiful, sexy mouth said:

"Enjoy the fuck, Simon!"

I gasped once again and stammered, interrupted by a never-ending succession
of deep-driving shoves of hard cock up my ass that took my breath away:

"Who... the fuck... are you?"

The gleaming lips at the other side of the hole grinned even wider and said
softly:

"Don't you recognize me, Simon? No? Yeah, I know it's sometimes hard to
recognize your teacher when you meet him somewhere outside
school... especially when you run into him in a place where you don't
expect him... and when you discover parts... of his personality you didn't
knew before."

I gasped for the fourth time as everything fell in place, as I finally
remembered that I knew only one bearded redhead, as the fact registered in
my brain that I had just sucked off the principal of my college, that I had
gulped down the hot cum of the man who lectured me in history.

I cleared my throat between gasps and groans that were caused by the cock
that was drilled in and out of my butthole and said:

"Sorry I didn't... didn't recognize your
cock... Mr. Conner... ohhh.... ohhh, holy shit....it's hard... hard to
speak properly... when you're fucked.... fucked like this... you
know... oh, my God... holy fuckin' Christ... as I've said: sorry... I
didn't recognize your dick... but then... ohhh,
yeah.... yeah... fuck!... fuck my ass, man!... you never gave me a taste of
it before, Mr. Conner... if you had... I would have remembered... that
cock... definitely... but tell me... ohhhh, this is too much... easy,
man... you kill me...kill me... with that rod... tell me, Mr. Conner... you
knew it was me... right from... the beginning, right?"

He grinned and said huskily:

"Yeah, Simon, and I have to say it greatly added to my excitement to know
that my dick went down the throat of one of my hottest students. I happen
to come to this park quite often during my breaks, you know, just to sit on
the bench for some time and watch out for hot studs who pay a visit to the
restroom. When I see a good one I follow him to see what happens. When I
saw you I knew instantly that something hot would happen. But I guess I'll
be here less frequently from now on."

"Why that?"

"Don't you think it's more handy to do it in my office?"

"Oh, I... I see. You...oh, holy shit... shit... you expect me... to go down
on you... between classes?"

"Yes, of course, but not only that. I also fuck ass, Simon... preferably a
thight, hot boy butt. And since you've got obviously a very fuckable ass
I'll also fuck you between classes. Any objections?"

"Not... not... if it helps me... with my grades, Mr. Conner," I groaned,
shaking with the visciously forceful drilling of hard cock up my ass.

The principale chuckled and said in a mockingly stern tone:

"I'm not sure I like that attitude, young man."

Before he could continue he was interrupted by the man who waited in front
of the stall: he banged against the door and shouted angrily:

"What the fuck is goin' on here? A hen party? Get out of that stall, man!"

Mr. Conner laughed softly again and said:

"Let's talk about your grades later on, Simon. Have to run now - which is a
pity since I'm already hard and horny again and would love to feed another
one of big, juicy loads. But I better make room for Mr. Urgent here. See
you tomorrow in the morning, Simon - and don't forget to lube your asshole
before you come to my office!"

"I think this... this... won't be necessary, Mr. Conner," I said, "recently
my butt's always well-lubed.... with natural lubricant, you know... and I'm
sure this will only improve today."

"Yeah, I guess so. You seem to be even more of a slut than me - and that
means a lot. You ready for the next hard dick now? Shall I let this
impatient guy in?

"Please do so, Mr.Conner... but tell him... oh fuckin' holy
Christ... fuckin' Christ...tell him... to pull out his hard dick before
entering."

I watched as the principal left. His pants were obscenely tented by his
thick,hard dick and my mouth drooled at the thought that I would be fed
that rod very frequently from now on. In the end life was fair: Bob
betrayed me with my Dad; now I would betray him with all the men I could
get. And I made good progress with that.

When the horny newcomer finally entered the stall I glued my lips to the
edge of the glory hole and stuck out my tongue. I'm sure this was a pretty
hot sight since the man almost roared with lust. And then the head of a
hard, throbbing dick brushed across my raspy tongue: the man leaned into me
and his huge, thick cock filled my mouth and slid quickly down my
throat. My heart hammered as I tried to make out how long this prick was
and my own dick jerked and began to leak with pre-cum again as I felt
myself loosening up for my next face-fuck. I began to suffer from
withdrawal symptoms and needed my next load of hot cum badly.

I stayed in the restroom till the early hours of the next day and had sex
with so many men that I lost track of the exact number quite soon although
I had made up my mind to keep exact statistics. I'm pretty sure I counted
23 very close encounters with hard, throbbing dicks but feel unable to tell
how many else came in or over me after that - I just know there were still
quite a lot of guys who had the hots for me. I also won't go into any
details here because all this is not important for the story I'm trying to
tell. Sometimes the place was deserted for long moments and I had to wait
for the next guy and for the next load of cum; sometimes men formed a queue
to have me and didn't gave me one second to recover when one of them was
finished with me; sometimes the john was totally over-crowded and everybody
got it going with everybody. I didn't stay in the stall all the time; after
some time I changed to the urinal, stark naked except for my sneakers, and
I proved to be very popular with the guys there too. I sucked dicks of any
shape, length and diametre; I got fucked almost as often as I gave head;
hot studs shot their big loads of cum down into my throat, up my ass or
they came over me, spraying sperm over my ass, back, neck or chest and face
- in short, it was your average night at a cruisy public restroom. Nothing
spectacular really.

Sadly it all came to a rather abrupt end sometime after two am. I was
getting double-fucked in front of the urinal again right then (this had
turned out to be my favorite position) as the centre of an elaborate
cycle-fuck and the guy who shagged my face had just creamed quarts of hot,
sticky cum in my mouth while the guy who drilled his over-sized, throbbing
dick as deep into my asshole as was humanly possible made ready to blast
another huge load of his jims down into my guts (he had done the same only
some minutes before but had come back for another turn since he loved
sloppy second with his own cum). Right at that agreeable moment, when the
air was filled with throaty groans and moans, when I felt that my balls too
were ready to explode with another shattering climax, right then four humpy
guys who had loitered in the background for quite some time and just
watched us without joining in the fun suddenly became very active.

They blocked the door, pulled out flash-lights and turned them on, blinding
us all with glaring lights. And then one of them shouted in a stern voice:

"Police!This is a Vice Squad raid! You're under arrest!"

To make things worse I came right at that moment, as everybody froze and
fell dead silent: but I was too far gone and shot my load, gasping,
panting, breathing hard, as cum spewed in huge globs out of my jerking
dick, washing my belly and my heaving chest with a flood of
sperm. Everybody starred at me in the bright light as if I had gone mad
while I writhed and squirmed, kneeling on all fours between the two men who
had fucked me, my ass high up in the air, while I came and came with an
endless torrential stream of spunk.

When I began finally to calm down one of the undercover-cops stepped
forward, motioned me to get up from the floor and pulled out the
hand-cuffs.


(to be continued)


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