Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2011 22:45:16 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: my son in the bar-16 ****THE FOLLOWING STORY CONCEPT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE AUTHOR WILLINGMIKE2@GMAIL.COM, WHO GRACIOUSLY ALLOWED ME (NPHILLYDOGG) TO CONTINUE AND COMPLETE HIS TALE. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL EITHER ONE, OR THE BOTH OF US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS. THANK YOU FOR READING**** _________________________________________________________________________ MY SON IN THE BAR-16 I sat in The Frog for nearly 5 hours (from early noon til now), downing drink after drink and running my already high bar tab through the roof. Joe (the Frog's owner) kept coming over trying to console me, asking if something was wrong (I suspect not so much worried about what was ailing me, as to whether or not I was still intending to go through with the nightly gangbangs he and the guys had come to expect from me), and even refusing to serve me anymore drinks until I told him my problem? Of course I refused to say, too ashamed to voice my personal woes to a bar full of people who no longer saw me as their peer. In my pocket I could feel my cell phone vibrating, and knew it was probably my son Shawn calling to remind me of the after school orgy his high school buddy Jimmy Little had planned for us. I ignored the call, really in no mood to be plucked and plundered by high school kids. Getting fucked by men had totally changed my life, and I feared NOT for the better. It was 5:30pm when Ron came in. Joe ran over to meet with him before he thought I would notice his presence, telling him of the foul mood I was in and worrying that there might not be an orgy tonight! Ron ignored Joe's concerns and walked over to where I was sitting... "I don't fucking GET you, Mike...!" he said angrily, catching the attention of the people around us. "Didn't you get enough cock HERE at the bar last night..., that you have to get FIRED today after getting caught letting your Mexican crew fuck you in a CLIENT'S house...??!" he asked, shockingly. "I HEARD about what happened...! EVERYONE at the job did! You can't keep that HOT ASS of yours wrapped up long enough to get it back HERE where you could get gangbanged properly...?! Are you THAT big of a WHORE that you can't control where and when you get fucked...??! Well...?? Huh...???! Answer me!!" he demanded. I was too embarrassed to answer. It took every ounce of what was left of my manly strength not to cry in front of him. I simply sat there saying nothing, holding it all in as I stared down into my empty glass. "Calm down, Ron..." intervened Joe, seeing how tense the situation had gotten. "...here...have a beer on me!" "Fuck this shit..." said Ron, turning his back on me as he snatched the beer from Joe, then walked out of the bar angry. "I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...!" he snapped sarcastically, before he left. I lost it right then and there, blubbering like a baby as all my emotions swelled up at once. Joe helped me down from my stool, taking me into his back room until I could get a hold of myself. "There, there Mike..." he said, shutting (and locking) the door behind us for privacy. "...Ron ain't MEAN all that stuff he said..., he was just a lil' excited is all...! He loves ya like a brother, he really does...!" "He HATES me...!" I cried, feeling like I'd let him down. "You ALL do!" "No Mike..., we don't hate you...! How could we...?" asked Joe, sitting me down on his cot (the same cot Ron fucked me on last night...). "Who could we hate someone as caring and generous as you...? No man hates the person he fucks...!" "RON hates me!" I said, recalling the anger in his voice. "He hates what you did...!" corrected Joe, patting my shoulder. "Did you...?" he asked, pausing as if wondering if he should complete the question. "Is it TRUE, --what Ron said...?" he asked, deciding it was alright. "Did you really get fired for letting your Mexican crew fuck you in a client's house...?!" I nodded my head `yes', trying to hide my face in my hands. "All FOUR of them...?" asked Joe, "Even the BIG dick one...??" Again I nodded. "Wow..., that's HOT...! Your asshole must've been stretched really wide, eh...?" he asked, rubbing his crotch through his dirty white wrist high apron. "Let me take a look for you..., see if there was any permanent damage done...!" he insisted, helping to stand me up. Too far gone to know what was really going on in Joe's mind, I allowed him to undo my belt, lower my pants, then reach back and gently part my ass cheeks to see my asshole. "Can't quite SEE it at this angle..." he complained, motioning for me to turn around (facing the cot). "...climb up onto the cot on your hands and knees, Mike..." he suggested. I complied, honestly believing his was concerned for me. I climbed up onto the cot, bending over on my hands and knees as my meaty ass cheeks parted for his viewing pleasure. "Wow..." said Joe, staring into my ass. "What is it...?" I asked, suddenly concerned myself. "What's wrong...?" "Nothing..." said Joe, rubbing his fingers up my crack (over my pucker). "...there seems to be a lot of moisture back there..." he informed, "...did they all cum in you...?" he inquired. "Yeah..." I answered, "...I believe so..." "Interesting..." said Joe, pressing a finger into my anus until it sank inside. "...there still seems to be a lot of CUM back there...! Does THAT hurt...?" he asked, referring to his finger. "No..." I answered, wondering if it should? "How bout THIS..." asked Joe, pressing something bigger into me. I could feel it pushing into me, stretching my anus as it broke through my anal ring and started to bury inside me. "...does THIS hurt...?" "uhhh..." I moaned softly, feeling my cock starting to swell between my legs. "...a little..." I said, honestly. "Okay..." said Joe, acting nonchalant. "...tell me how THIS feels...?" he asked, pulling and pushing the object in and out. Oh god it felt good! But I couldn't tell him that...! "Does THAT hurt...?" he asked. I shook my head, unable to speak. I felt MORE pushing into me, going deeper. "Does it hurt NOW...?" he asked, digging deeper. "No..." I answered, panting. "...it feels..., it feels..., it's..." "Do you LIKE it...?" asked Joe, pressing all the way into me as he rested his torso against my back. "Do you like how it feels in ya, Mike...?" "Yeah..." I moaned helplessly, unable to deny it. "You DO...??" he asked, sounding surprised. "You want me to keep doing it...?" he asked. "You want me to fuck, ya...?!" "Yeah..." I moaned, closing my eyes in rapture as he starting thrusting in and out of me again. There was no mistaking that I loved cock, why else would I have allowed myself to be fucked at work in a client's home? Why else would I have allowed Joe to fuck me 5 minutes after my best friend called me a whore in a bar, in front of patrons...? And why else would I have allowed myself to be conned into getting gangbanged by a bar full of straight men? Ron saw straight through me. Joe saw straight through me. Everyone saw through me except me. I'm the only one who believed I was straight..., the only one who believed my masculinity was unwavering. Joe fucked me from behind (his waist high apron pulled up about his hips like a cummerbund, his pants down about his ankles as he slipped one of his hairy legs free from his black slacks and lifted it to the cot, changing the angle of his plunging cock. I grunted out loud (feeling the cock plunge deeper), assuredly garnering the attention of some of the patrons sitting just beyond the storeroom door. Someone tried turning the knob, finding the door locked. They knocked, but Joe ignored them as he continued fucking me. Pulling out, he stripped me of my pants, then flipped me over onto my back and got on top of me face to face. Reaching down, he guided his 10" horse cock back up to my hole and rammed in, penetrating me deep. I yipped aloud as I looked up into his eyes. Joe was staring back down at me, pumping me hard with his manhood. All I could do was lie there and receive, too paralyzed with drunken lust to do much else. "Your ass feels so good, Mike..." he said sincerely, ramming his cock through me repeatedly. "...you're such a good friend to share it with us like this..., allowing some of us lonely guys a chance to enjoy a warm place to cum...!" he said, having been widowed for a number of years. "It's no problem, Joe..." I said, giving into the moment, believing he really needed me. "...anytime you want my ass, it's yours for the taking, man!" I said with drunken sincerity. "That's real big of you, Mike...!" smiled Joe gratefully, picking up speed as he drilled me harder, his thick cock pumping through me as his hairy balls slapped against my ass back. "I know there's a few guys out there in the bar right now that wouldn't mind sharing in this great ass of yours, man...!" he said, trying to talk me into getting gangbanged again. "It's all they've talked about since you accompanied your boy here yesterday! Fucking a hot ass kid's one thing..., but finding another hard working blue collar guy such as yourself, willing to come in here after a full day's work to let us all get off is something we all appreciate!" he added sincerely, making me feel special. "I know the guys would really appreciate it right now if you let me let a few of them in..., NOT everyone, just a few choice guys you know really help make it feel GOOD for ya...!" said Joe, convincingly. "Guys that ain't judging you one way or another...! What'a ya say, man...?" I thought about it briefly as Joe's hips pounded into me consistently, his words playing heavily on my drunken mind as I believed he and the guys in the bar really needed me in some way. "Okay..." I said, agreeing to another gangbang. Joe picked up the pace as our bodies began to slap together with loud claping sounds. I saw Joe's eyes flutter majestically as his breathing began to labor. His lower lip quivered as his concentration increased. I reached up and began to feel his body through his white long sleeve button down shirt, feeling his aging muscles for the first time. For a man in his 40's, his body felt pretty amazingly built underneath his clothes, the plain black slacks and white shirt deceptively hiding his former boxer's physique. Joe opened his eyes when he felt me feeling him up, staring at me knowingly as he suddenly rammed into me and paused (his cock taking a long moment before it started twitching), spitting spurts of thick gooey cum into my bowels. "Oh fuck, Mike..." he groaned, pressing his body into mine as he trembled. "...I'm cumming...! Oh fuck, man...! UUUHHHH...!!". I accepted Joe's load, instinctively milking his cock with my anal muscles. That seemed to bring him even more pleasure as he lowered his head and rested his forehead to my shoulder blade and moaned. We lay there for a few minutes, gathering our wits and strengths before he felt strong enough to pull out and lift off me. "Stay here, Mike..." he reminded me, his softened cock now dangling lifelessly over his balls. "...I'll go out into the bar and see who's available...!" "Okay I said, lowering my legs to the cot as Joe pulled up and pants and tucked his shirt before unlocking the door and heading back out into the bar. I lay there on the cot, trying not to think of work, getting fired, --or Ron. I needed something to keep my mind off of my current woes, and getting banged by a bar full of hard men sounded like just the ticket I needed to put my worries behind me. I minute later the door reopened, and in walked a guy I recognized from the bar... "Hey Mike..." said Gary (a lawyer that often frequented the bar and occasionally talked about his guilty clients whenever he had too much to drink). "...Joe said it was cool to come in..." he said, letting the door shut behind him as he ventured forth and found me lying naked in bed. "Yeah..., I thought I heard something sounded like fucking going on in here...!" he said, setting his drink aside and he began undoing his pants. I lay in bed, casually rubbing my hairy chest and stomach as I watched him undress, admiring his well built toned body as he stripped completely naked and walked up towards my head, bending slightly at the knee as he rested them against the railing and presented his cock for sucking. I opened my mouth and took his thick 6" cock in, feeling the girth stretch my lips as he leaned in over me and began doing pushups in and out of my mouth. His cock was so thick that I couldn't help scratching the sides with my teeth, unable to get my jaws any wider. But Gary didn't seem to notice or mind, as he face fucked my mouth and throat with deep pelvis punching strokes. Saliva started to drool from the corner of my mouth as I tried to keep up with him (my nose getting pulverized by his pubic bush). He fucked my mouth so long and thoroughly that I wondered if he was going to feed me his load? After about 15 minutes of face pummeling, he withdrew his stiff standing cock and walked down to the other end. I instantly lifted my legs for him, exposing my asshole for his use. Gary climbed onto the bed between my legs, aimed his thick cock down at my hole, then started to slowly push into me, watching his steel like ivory cock get swallowed up by my hairy asshole. "uuhhhh...!" I groaned, feeling his girth stretch me as Gary pressed his abdomen to my ass and began grinding his cock around in my gut. "Joe must have blown a big load in you, Mike..." he said, feeling the warm cum coat his cock. Holding onto the backs of my thighs, he pressed my legs down against my chest and started fucking me. I could feel his thick cock sliding through the cum loads in my ass, making his cock slicker as it easily glided through me. I wasn't a great friend of Gary's (not like I was to Ron). I'd had a few group conversations with him, but always viewed him as an ambulance chaser, the sleazy scheming kind of lawyer who sits outside hospitals looking for grieving families to press them into filing malpractice lawsuits. Now he was on top of me, fucking me as if we had been dating for months. I couldn't help staring down at his body, looking down his flat muscled stomach to see the base of his thick cock pulling out of me, my hairy ass cheeks parted about his thrusting slab as my sperm matted anal hairs clang to his shaft on the withdrawals. Gary caught me admiring his body and began to fuck me harder, slapping his pubic bone into my ass with loud slaps. "This how you like it...?" he asked, gripping the back of my neck with both hands, angling me down on his up thrusting cock as he picked up even more speed, causing me to grunt louder. "This's how your SON liked it that night I fucked him in this bar...!" he informed, having fucked Shawn at the last orgy (chap-10). "That kid of yours is some kind of FIND, man..." he said as he pumped steadily into me, never losing a beat as he talked. "...takes cock like a real pro...! Any chance of him coming through tonight...?" "I'm not sure what Shawn's plans are..." I said between grunts, his hips banging into my ass like a steel paddle. "...shame..." he said, obviously disappointed. "...would love to have another GO with him...!" he sighed, having to settle for his dad. I started to feel a little jealous. Here I was lying on my back with my legs cocked open, allowing this sleazy lawyer to have at my ass, and all he could think about was to ask Shawn's whereabouts...? I mean, what was I..., chopped liver...? Just then the storeroom door opened again, and in walked Beau (one of the two `new to town' brothers that I first met the night I discovered Shawn was gay /chaps-4 & 5). "Yo..." he said, having been invited by Joe. "...I got second dibs on the pussy!" he announced. "It's all yours..." said Gary, slapping his pelvic bone into me a few more times before finally plunging one last thrust, holding his cock 6 inches inside my gut. "...I'm about to cum NOW!" he added, "UURRRHHHHH...!!" I could feel Gary's cock jumping and flexing wildly, pumping this fresh cum into my body. Adding pressure onto the back of my neck, he pulled me down onto his cock, keeping me planted as he unloaded. When he cock finally stopped shooting, he quietly pulled out, leaving a hefty load dripping from my anus. "All yours..." he said as he reached for his clothes. I continued to leave my legs raise as Beau climbed onto the bed... "Where's that hot ass son of yours...?" he asked (also having stripped completely naked), as he firmly gripped my ankles and aimed his stiff 8" cock at my cummy hole without touching himself. "I don't know..." I panted, anticipating a brutal entry. "AARRRRHHH...!!" I screamed as he rammed his cock in with one shove, burying himself to the hilt. I'd seen Beau in action that night he took Shawn on top the pool table for everyone to see. He was no shrinking violet when it came to his body and fucking. Gary had barely gotten his clothes on when Beau was already in the saddle, riding me like a pony. "Hoe's probably out gettin' his holes fucked by someone else...!" surmised Beau, already fucking me as he pumped his hips back and forth, holding my ankles wide apart to make a better target of my bulls-eye. "Hot ass kid like that can't go without cock for long...! He's probably either gettin' gangbanged as we speak..., or beggin' some big cock stud to plow `em hard! Either way he gettin' dicked down tonight, somewhere!" Beau was probably right, as he and I were supposed t host a teen gangbang after school before coming to the bar tonight. But OH how plans changed... "I came in here tonight hopin' to run into those black guys who fucked my brother the other day..." he added (referring to chap-5 when Tyrone and Big Willie raped Beau's brother Darren in the men's room john). "...wasn't quite able to GET them that night..., as they high tailed it outta here before I could get my clothes back on...!" "Is Darren alright...?" I asked concerned, as Beau continued to plow through me without regard,. "He was shaken up..." admitted Beau. "...those niggers really tried to put the fuckin' screws to him with their big black cocks of theirs...! I'll admit that I took my brother's cherry..., fuckin' him whenever I can't find any good pussy to fuck...! But Darren ain't no punk...! He don't get fucked by nobody else but ME...! And those assholes tried to force him to take their oversized spear chuckers without his consent!" "I'm really sorry to hear about that, Beau..." I said, playing innocent (if Tyrone hadn't caught me with my hand down Darren's pants, fingering his fuck-hole, none of that might not have happened). "Ain't yur fault..." said Beau, understanding. "You weren't even here at the time...!" True. I wasn't here when the shit hit the fan (having grabbed up Shawn and gotten the fuck up out of here before the cops arrived...), but I was definitely there when Tyrone and Willie pulled Darren into the crapper and started raping him. But I thought the sex was consensual, seeing how I'd just had 3 fingers firmly lodged up Darren's willing ass before the rape. Even in my drunken state I knew better than to admit that to Beau. For a younger brother (only in his early 20's), he seemed pretty protective of his older brother, probably very protective of his `pussy'. Beau fucked into me with a hard but steady pace, beating his strong pelvic bone against me ass with every inward stroke. Once the conversation was over, he turned me over on my side, keeping one leg lifted as he continued to plow through me nonstop, never once letting up. I finally knew what Shawn had experienced that night as Beau pounded his cock into me brute force, his tiny small framed body (no more than 5'9") packing a lot of punch. For the next 15 minutes he fucked me, changing positions again when he got me on my stomach, my legs spread wide open to accommodate his small thrusting frame. It was very rewarding having firsthand knowledge of how all these guys fucked. It would certainly make me a better lover (if I ever settled down with women again), having learned so many styles of fucking. Each guy seemed to have his own unique way of expressing himself. His own unique stroke as he bore his way through your gut. Unlike Shawn, I preferred a gentler approach, although I would never stop a man from doing what he needed to achieve his goal (busting his wad). Even on my stomach Beau was wild, wrapping his forearm under my neck to keep me immobile while hammering hard into my butt with powerful ass splitting strokes. Each blow was like a punch to the gut, his pelvis slapping bruises to my reddening cheeks. I could barely do more than hang on to the edges of the cot and grunt loud after each stroke, my groans growing louder with his increased pace. Beau had great stamina, able to hold off coming for awhile, despite the pulsing and throbbing his cock did during the entire session. Each inward stroke sent more and more sperm spilling from my bowels, coating over my balls and slickening his cock as it sped through me. After about 20 minutes or so of hard intense fucking, I felt Beau's starting to punish me for making him cum by fucking me even harder, the springs to Joe's tiny roll away cot starting to pop under the intense strain of heavy pounding. "Here it comes, cocksucker...!" yelled Beau, yanking his cock from my over worked hole as he quickly climbed up over my back and aimed his now spurting cock at my face. I turned my head sideways to catch his cock in my mouth, the first spurt landing on the back of my shoulder, the second against my cheeks as he stuffed his cock into my mouth. "OH YEEEAAHHHH, fucker..." he groaned, gripping my hair by the roots as he forced more dick between my lips. "...take that cum load! Take it in your mouth...! Eat it! Oh YEAH...! Swallow it!" I gulped as much as Beau's hot cum as I could (his cock in my mouth at such an angle that it bulged out my right cheek), sperm splattering continuously into my cheek and gums. Beau kept his hair lock on my head as his cock pulsed between my lips, feeding me a full night's worth from his balls. When he finally finished, he pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and started rubbing it all over my face, cleaning off the sperm juices left on from my asshole. "Not bad for an old guy..." he said, climbing off my back. "...maybe Darren and I'll have you over sometime...?" he said, putting back on his clothes. "That would be hot..." I said, recalling his brother's asshole on my fingers... "Catch you later, dude...!" was the last thing he said before leaving. Seeing no more visitors, I quietly got dressed, then staggered my way out of the backroom and back into the bar where I ordered another drink. "I think you may've had too much already, Mike..." said Joe, acting as my mother. "...maybe I'll put you on a pot of coffee til you sober up..." "COFFEE...??" I said, as if alien to the word. "I don't want no damn coffee...!" I said, heading for the door. "If I can't get a drink from here..., then I'll go somewhere else...! I'm sure I can find another bar looking for a newly fired faggot cocksucker...!" Before Joe could stop me, I was already in my pickup truck, tearing out of the parking lot with my foot to the floor. I had no idea where I was going, I was just going to get there as fast as possible. I believe I ran a couple of red lights (that I never saw), before plowing into a fence leading to an open field. When the police found me, I was asleep behind the wheel, unable to find my way out of the bush. They took me down to the police station, then threw me in the tank with two other arrestees (one big burly white biker arrested for drug possession, and one black career street criminal for burglary). The police dragged me into the tank (in the basement of the station), then left me lying face down on the bench, to finish sleeping off my high. It didn't take long for my new cellmates (the burglar anyway) to go through my pockets to find my cigarettes and lighter. While I was unconscious the black guy and the biker started smoking my cigs, talking about how `unfair' they felt to be picked up and singled out by police. Eventually the conversation turned to sex, and how horny they were being cooped up in jail. "You ever fuck a guy before...?" asked the black guy, casually. "What the FUCK kinda question is that...?!" asked the biker, insulted. "Do I LOOK like a faggot or something...??!" "No..." answered the black guy, slightly intimidated. "...its just a honest question if you've spent any significant amount of time prison..., like I have...!" The biker relaxed as he rested his back against the wall. "I've had my share of prison pussy..." he admitted. "...why...? YOU offerin'...?" The black guy looked over at my upturned ass... "No..., but we could have ourselves a party on sleepyin' beauty!" he said, motioning towards me. The biker looked at my ass, turned upright as I lay snoring on my stomach, my limbs hanging over either side like oars... "What about THEM...?" he asked, motioning towards the two teens in the next cell arrested for joyriding in a stolen car. "Those pussies know to keep their mouths shut about what's said or did down here..." said the burglar, staring at the teens through the bars. "...RIGHT fellas...?!" The two teens nodded nervously, not wanting to get involved. The black guy walked over to me, then shook me to see if I was awake? When I didn't respond (dead to the world), he started pulling at my pants, yanking them down off my waist. "You gonna HELP, man...?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder. "Hey..., this's YOUR party, dude..., I'm just watchin'!" answered the biker, puffing a cigarette. The black guy got my pants down under my ass, exposing my hairy buns. Grabbing both cheeks, he roughly pulled them apart to take a gander at my asshole. "Yo..." he said, calling the biker over. "...hommie's asshole's all wet and lubed with something!" The biker walked over and looked, then roughly shoved his middle finger straight up my ass, burying it in my anus before pulling out and sniffing his finger... "It's CUM..." declared the biker, recognizing the fishy scent. "...this fag's already got a load of cum in him...!" "All the better..." celebrated the black guy, undoing his zipper. "...should be easier to fuck...!" The biker watched as the black guy took out his 9" cock, then stroked it to complete erection before leaning in over me and aiming his cock down against my asshole. "So yur REALLY gonna fuck `em, eh...? Right here in a police station...?!" asked the biker, amused. "Why not...? I've done it before..." answered the black dude, pushing his hips forward as he started digging his cock into my asshole. "...the cops ain't too worried bout us down here, as we're already locked up...! Whatever happens in lockup, usually stays in lockup...! The two teens watched nervously as I got raped before their very eyes. The black guy penetrated me all the way up to his balls as he rested his groin against me, successfully sheathing all 9 inches of dark neat in my ass before he started fucking. Unconscious I couldn't feel the cock moving through me, in fact I couldn't feel a thing, I was in total darkness as my ass was fucked without my permission. The black guy kept fucking me, slamming his crotch into my ass as he buried his dick with every stroke, leaning against my back, using my body as leverage in pushup position. "Damn this ass feels good..." he told his cellmate, ramming me continuously. "...all wet and juiced up like pussy...! It FEELS like fuckin' pussy, too! You've gotta try this shit!" "I intend to..." said the biker, rubbing his bulging crotch. The black guy fucked me for another 5 full minutes before he started showing signs of coming. Lying down flat across my back, he wrapped his hands around my shoulders underhand (from beneath my underarms) for better support as he started ramming harder. I think I started groaning softly in my sleep, grunting from the pounding my anus was now taking. The black guy only fucked me for a few more minutes in that position before he started squirming and bucking on top of me, shooting his plentiful load in my ass. "Awwww fuck... that was good...!" he shouted, holding his twitching cock inside me until he finished orgasm. When he pulled out, the white biker shoved his pants down around his ankles and climbed on top of me on the bench, aiming his cock down at my just fucked hole before shoving in. "Awww fuckin' A, man..." he moaned loving the wet warmth of my cummy innards wrapped around his embedded cock. "...this don't feel like pussy..., it IS pussy!" "Told you!" The biker was rougher than the black guy, ramming my asshole harder, pulling his entire 7" cock free from my hole before ramming all the way back in, slapping his hairy pelvic bone into my ass and causing me to grunt out loud in my sleep. 200 pounds of solid bulk, his hard ass splitting fuck thrusts scooted me across the bench until my head was banging against the bars separating the 2 holding cells. He grabbed a hold of my shoulders and started pounding, ramming his cock back and forth at 100mph, beating his pelvis against my ass and turning my cheeks bright red with additional bruises. "ARRHHH...I'M CUMMIN...!!" he announced, bucking wildly as he added his own ball sludge to the other's flooding my intestines. "AWWWW FUCK...!" he shouted, pulling me back up off the bench and grinding me on his spurting embedded cock as he lifted my dead weighted torso 6inches off the bench. When his cock finally stopped shooting, he eased me back down in lying position and withdrew, leaving his load leaking from my open hole. Joining his new cell buddy on another bench, they started comparing notes about how hot and wet my cunt was. That's when one of the boys from the other cell walked over to me, stuck his hardon through the bars, then started masturbating all over the my side of me face and hair. "Look at that..." said the biker, as the horny teenager came all over me. "...that's hot...! The poor fucker don't even know how we're usin' his drunk butt pussy...!" "You ready for round two...?" asked the black guy. This time the two criminals worked in unison, flipping me over onto my back (on the floor) as they worked my pants down around my ankles and lifted my legs in missionary position. The biker sat on my face, forcing his 7" cock down my throat while holding my legs up and open for the black guy who was new looking down at my leaking exposed ass, ready to fuck me again for the second time. Pressing his dark cock up to my spread ass, he watched as his dick slowly disappeared through my anal ring, sliding easily up into my rectum until he was grounding his pelvis against me. They both fucked my mouth and ass in that position (ramming their cocks through my gagging/flexing holes) until they came, one down my throat, the other up my ass. Then they changed positions as each one shoved back into me at opposite ends. This time the black guy was ramming his 9" cock down my throat while the biker fucked my asshole in missionary position. By the time they finished coming in me for the third time, they redressed me, then sat me up against the bars and positioned my head so the teens in the next cell could abuse me. The same boy that masturbated on me last time, walked over and reached through the bars, grabbed the back of my head, then pressed my face up against the bars between the cells. Aiming his cock at my slacked mouth, he shoved in and started fucking my face, ramming his hips back and forth as he forced me to suck his dick. It didn't take him long to cum as he tightened his fingers in my hair, then started shooting wads of cum straight down my throat. "Ahhhh...yeaaaaahhhh..." he moaned, feeding me his teen sludge. After he was done, he allowed my head to slump forward as left over semen started to drool from my lips. His friend then got up and walked over to the bars. Pulling my head back against the rails, he too stuck his cock in my mouth and started fucking. But instead of shooting his load down my throat, he pulled out and jacked off on my face, painting my face with his cum. Overnight I was fucked again. By morning when I finally started to come to my senses, I felt like shit. When I pulled myself from the cell floor, I staggered over to the commode and started pissing. So preoccupied with my hangover, I barely noticed the leakage coming from my aching asshole as semen dripped down the backs of my thighs down inside my pant legs. I could feel all eyes on me, staring at me funny (I assumed because I had been an embarrassment while passed out). "Michael Harris...?" I heard an officer say, calling my name. "uh...yes...?" I answered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "You have visitors upstairs...!" he informed, unlocking the cell. "Is he coming back...?" asked one of my cellmates. "No..." answered the officer. "...he's posted bail!" "Damn!" they said, angry that they didn't force one more fuck... I was taken upstairs to the first floor of the police station, where I had to wait to sign some documents. Shawn saw me, then ran up to me. "DAD!" he yelled (his voice ringing in my ears) as he hugged me. "I didn't know WHERE you were all night...! I was afraid something really BAD had happened to you...! I finally looked through your address book and called mr Ron...! He came over and called around for you..., then called the police station and found out you were arrested for drunk driving...!" "Ron's here...?" I asked, not wanting him to see me like this. "Yeah..., he drove me down here...! He's arranging the bail now...!" said Shawn, looking around for Ron, who silently walked up behind me... "We ready...?" he asked, walking by. After signing the necessary paperwork, Shawn and I followed Ron out to his car. My car had been impounded for evidence. Shawn sat in the back, leaving the front passenger seat (next to Ron) open. Ron was quiet all the way home, dropping us off in front of our apartment. "uh..., thanks Ron..." I said, turning to him as Shawn jumped out the back seat. Ron turned his head in the opposite direction, refusing to look at me. "...for everything...! I'll pay you back for the bail as soon as I can..." "How...?" he asked, looking at me with disappointed eyes. "...you're not working anymore, remember...?" "I...I'll work it out somehow..." I said. "By working MORE hours at The Frog for tips...?" he shot sarcastically, hurting my feelings. "Why'r you so mad at me...?" I asked, feeling the anger radiate. "All I did was what you and the guys requested...! I bought my SON in for yall to use..., and even put myself out there at your request! Why are you acting like I did something wrong...?!" "If you have to ask..., there's no sense telling you...!" said Ron, dismissing me. "But how can I make it right if I don't know what I've done...?" I asked, practically pleading. Ron turned back towards, his eyes in angry slits... "Get out of my car, Mike...!" he said, hatred dripping from his veins like venom. I felt an icy chill run up my spine as I got out of the car. Before I could even get the door closed properly, he was taking off down the street.,...leaving me standing there...alone. Still depressed, I walked into the apartment desperately needing a shower (and a drink), to find the apartment ransacked... "What happened...?" I asked, believing we were robbed as empty beer bottles and turned over furniture scattered the apartment. "Jimmy...!" said Shawn, simply. "He came over with about 20 guys yesterday, looking to bang both of us..., but YOU weren't here..." he said, stuffing books in his book bag. "...so I had to entertain ALL of them myself...!" "20 guys...??" I asked in disbelief, unable to believe there were SO many horny guys willing to fuck another dude...! "Are...are you alright...??" I asked Shawn, concerned. Shawn looked up at me uncaring, losing the emotions he showed at the police station... "I'm fine..." he said, throwing his book bag over his shoulder before heading for the door. "You're not going to school are you...?" I asked, looking at the time. "Have to, dad..." said Shawn, without breaking his stride. "...it's Friday..., Jimmy lines up a gangbang for me every day at lunch time..., if I'm not there, he'll be awfully mad at me...!" he said, heading out the door. "And if you know Jimmy Little..., you don't want to make him mad at you...! Check out what they did to your bed...!" As Shawn slammed the front door behind him, I cautiously walked into my bedroom where I found the boys had urinated everywhere: my bed, the carpet, my stereo, my clothes... `So that's it...?' --I wondered to myself, "That's what our lives have become..., getting gangbanged by straight guys...? Was that all we were good for now...?' _____________________________________________________________ This was the second installment of MY SON ON THE BAR written by NPhillydogg@aol.com for Willingmike2@gmail.com. Please feel free to email him or me with your comments and questions, or join me on FACEBOOK.com for updates of this or any of my other titles. 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