Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2009 06:38:36 -0500
From: Christian Gartrip <christianxgartrip@gmail.com>
Subject: Christian_The Highway Hooker - Part 4 / Gay Urination

Christian: The Highway Hooker - Part 4
A Little Bit of Randomness

By: Christian Xavier Gartrip

(christianxgartrip@gmail.com)

Mo and Derrick finally made it out of Greenville and found their way home
to High Point.  Instead of settling in at auntie's place, they took a room
at the local trucker dive and let me know that I could show up at 9pm
Friday.  I didn't know much about these two, so I made a few calls and
here's what my sources told me:

Mo and Derrick haul furniture from High Point to parts unknown on their own
rig, which also functions as their only home.  They maintain a PO box and a
basement efficiency at Mo's aunt's house, but they're on the road most
days, so they don't really spend a lot of time there.  High Point, for
those who don't know, is the furniture capital of the world, or it was,
until Vegas stole the sales market and China stole the manufacturing base.
The assholes who run High Point never saw it coming, so the town is a
little depressed right now, and the nearby town I live in breathlessly
covers its demise in the local paper.  Serves them right.  Fortunately for
HP, China doesn't do high-end production very well (yet), so if you buy a
table for 199.95, you're getting it from China.  If you buy one for
1999.95, you're getting it from North Carolina.  Anyway, Mo and Derrick
have contracts with all the Grande Dames of the furniture world, and they
deliver special orders to all those prissy queens who own furniture
"boutiques" up and down the east coast virtually non-stop.  They have a
nice gig, and little to no competition.

Mo and Derrick met in college.  They were both recruited to play football
for one of our esteemed traditionally black universities here in NC.
Neither one made it to the opening game.  During freshman orientation, they
got into some serious trouble off campus and lost their scholarships the
moment the coach saw the arrest reports.  I won't say what it was (secret
identities and all), but in today's world, they would have been told to run
an extra 100 laps, and then they would have been celebrated in the campus
paper.  They're 52, so times have changed.  With no money, they took jobs
locally and ended up in trucking.  They fell in love in college, but didn't
do anything about it until they started hauling furniture about 18 years
ago.  That's another story for another day, and I'll need more details
before I share it, but they've been together ever since.

The problem, and this is where I come in, is that they are both very
serious tops, and each loves to fuck.  It isn't exactly a match made in
heaven.  They've cheated on each other numerous times, sometimes with
permission, and sometimes without.  It never worked.  After 10 years of
mutual masturbation and a lot of blowjobs, they recently decided to give
cheating another chance, but only if they do it together.  What they'd
really like is a permanent (monogamous) third whom they could share
whenever they were in the mood.  They've had no takers as of yet, so
they've settled on me.  We're buds.  Better yet, they prefer white tail
over black, and vice versa when it comes to cock.  And they pay well, so it
works.

Anyway, what I didn't know was what these two fuckers looked like.  No one
I knew could offer an accurate description.  "Linebacker" was used a lot,
as were words like butch, beefy, wicked, strong, and manly.  So what, I
thought.  That could describe half the black dudes I've encountered lately,
but it was all I could get.  During my phone conversations with Mo, I was
able to communicate what I would and wouldn't do.  My reputation is "no
limits," but I do have some, so I thought it best to get into the habit of
discussing them.  I told Mo that I would do pretty much whatever they
wanted for as long as they wanted, with the exception of the following:
animals, kids, drugs, blood, bruising, authentic weaponry, scat (meaning
actually playing with it, etc...), and exposure to extreme cold (my dick
gets really small and it's embarrassing).  I also let it be known that I
can tolerate a lot, but when I'm done, I'm done, so it's best not to push
me any further.  Mo got it, and said "no problem."  I left it up to them to
tell me what they wanted, but they were vague, so I didn't question it.  I
don't mean to imply that they had something bizarre in mind, I just wanted
to tell you that these two were fairly uncommunicative with respect to
their sexual proclivities.  That's all.

Wanting to impress the two lovers, who seemed to be high rollers, I trimmed
my upper pubes to about a half-inch in length, and then completely shaved
my sac and asshole.  This tends to make me look younger when I'm getting
fucked, but I assumed that to black men, it would make me look even whiter.
I know, stupid, and probably just an excuse to shave, but that's what I
told myself at the time.  I also took great care in the shower and treated
myself to a really heavy enema and a thorough bath, what a friend of mine
always calls a "sex-wash."

I showed up at 8:58 and met Mo at the door of their motel, room 204, the
same motel I tend to spend a lot of nights in, but not the one I worked in
a few months ago for a brief period.  So Mo's a big guy.  1970's college
linebackers were smaller than today's, and that was evident with Mo's
height, about 6'1," but damn was he one beefy dude.  Mo has coal black
skin, the kind that says "no white ancestors in my tree," broad shoulders,
a nice gut, thick thighs, and a full neck.  His head was shaved, but he
wore a fully cropped black beard with only a couple of grey hairs showing.
He shook my hand, firmly, rubbed his gut, and literally pulled me in the
door as he opened his mouth to greet me.

"Yo Chris.  How's it goin' buddy?  Man, we's sorry about the earlier bust,
but that shit cain't be helped sometime.  Hmmm Hmmm, you sure are a fine
looking piece, just like they said.  Cute Cute.  Damn."  All of this might
sound kind of nelly, but believe me, it wasn't.  Mo was butch, with a
booming bass voice, a big smile, and a gregarious nature that might seem
off-putting to you shy types... like he was running a con game or
something.  Anyway, Mo's gut was covered by a bright red t-shirt and a pair
of jeans.  The problem was that for all his considerable muscle, Mo's gut
always seems to find its way under the shirt and over the top of his jeans.
I couldn't wait to feel that thing on my ass.

Sitting on the bed was Derrick, the quieter one, but still a friendly guy.
Derrick is also guarded about his identity.  He thinks no one knows about
their marriage, but the word's out with the gay truckers, whom they now
screw with frequently, and the straight ones seem to have an idea about it
as well.  No one really cares, but Derrick believes that rabid homophobia
permeates ever corner of the south (it doesn't), so he keeps a low profile.
So Derrick's dressed in a sweatshirt and pair of baggie shorts.  He's
brawny as well, an inch taller maybe, and has dark coffee skin and a buzz
cut with matching moustache.  Derrick has a slightly smaller waistline, but
he's a fuller looking man with a square jaw and matching square forehead.
Big.  For 51 or 52, they looked pretty damn good.  They were, however,
truckers, so make no mistake, they are men who work hard, smoke a lot,
drink some, and relieve the stress of the road with a lot of heavy-duty
sex.  It's the only way to be.

Neither of these men looked particularly gay, but then again, most of the
men I fuck these days don't seem very gay.  I guess that's what makes our
world so hidden, and so safe.  Derrick got off the bed long enough to hand
me a beer (cheap and bottled).  Derrick joined me, but Mo was drinking rum
and cokes... heavy on the rum, no ice.  He sat back down on the edge of the
bed, rubbed his cock through his shorts and chugged his fresh beer.  They'd
been drinking for a while.  There were 6-8 empty beer cans sitting on the
desk and an almost empty bottle of rum along with an assortment of other
beverages and mixers.  They liked to drink, clearly.  A sporting event,
something involving a ball, was playing loudly in the background.

"Get up here buddy and have a seat."  This was Derrick, requesting my
presence next to him on the bed.  I started to move in his direction, but
Mo placed a large thick hand on my shoulder and stopped me in my tracks.

"Maybe Chris should get a l'il more comfortable first, huh?"  Mo wrapped
his brawny arms around my chest and slipped his fingers into my jeans and
scratched the freshly shaved flesh just above my cock.

"Got us a smoothy D.  Got us a smoothy." (Mo usually refers to Derrick as
"D") Mo pushed his groin and gut into my backside and with one hand
unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down.  He pushed my jeans to my
thighs and exposed my nearly hairless crotch for his lover as he kissed my
neck.

"Mmmm.  That looks tasty.  Nice little white-boy crotch.  Mmmm.  Step out
of those pants and get over here.  Like I said.  Release the man, Mo.
You'll get your turn."  So this was going to be a tag-team event, huh?

As Mo continued pushing down my jeans, I pulled my sweatshirt over my head
and stood naked in front of my two new clients (I had chosen to leave the
underwear at home).  Mo slapped my ass and I crawled on the bed and sat
next to Derrick, who was leaning against the headboard.  Derrick held his
beer in one hand, rubbed my cock with the other, and never lost focus on
the game playing on TV.  Not long after, there was a break in play (you
know, like halftime or something) and Derrick showed a heightened interest
in me.

"Crawl up here baby and give me a kiss."  I climbed onto Derrick's lap and
let my semi-hard cock flop onto his stomach and rubbed my ass onto the
silky shorts he was wearing.  He squeezed my cheeks and pulled my face
forward and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  Mo wasn't moving.  He just
sat there on the small couch and let Derrick massage my ass and suck my
face.  I felt like a slutty coed entertaining a couple of star players
after the big game.  Derrick traced my hole with his pointer finger on one
hand and gently pumped out a small bubble of precum from my cock by rubbing
its head with his thumb.  He slipped his finger into his mouth and savored
the "pregame" my dick was offering.

"Bought you a toy, baby.  Lift up for me."  I lifted myself onto my knees
and pulled my face out of his neck.  Derrick reached behind his back and
pulled a bright red dildo from under his pillow.  It was one of those
contraptions that's designed to look like a cock, complete with a ball sac.
It also vibrated.  Sweet, I thought.  Derrick drew it across my lips.  I
opened my mouth and he inserted the tip and placed it on my tongue.  "Need
that grease, Mo... toss that can over here for me."

Mo tossed D a small tub of buttered flavored Crisco.  Mmm.  These guys
didn't seem to be aware of the fact that a professional whore isn't
typically someone who needs Crisco.  A lot of spit or maybe a thin coat of
KY would be all I needed to slip that thick piece of rubber into my
asshole.  No problem.  But they had the checkbook, so Crisco it would be.
Derrick lifted the lid and pushed the top half my new toy into the bucket
of grease and twisted it around while I tried to keep an interested
expression on my face.

Derrick pushed the greasy tip of the dildo into my ass, and as a thank you,
I exhaled, smiled, and acted as if this were the greatest single moment my
asshole had ever experienced.  I slowly dropped back down into his lap and
absorbed the lengthy rubber tube into my gut so that the plastic ball sac
locked firmly into my crack.  I must admit, it was a much better experience
than I had expected.  The sharp ridges around the head and shaft and the
thick base really filled me up and rubbed all of the right spots.  My cock
became extremely stiff and pressed into D's stomach... like a sword.

"You like it, huh?"  Derrick whispered.

"Oh yeah... damn."

"Hold on, there's more."  Derrick used his left hand to flip the switch and
a soft vibration began to emanate from the rubber phallus and pulse through
my abdomen, rectum, and sac.  Nice.  Very nice.

Derrick pulled my stomach into his chest and pushed his long wet tongue
into my mouth.  Still fully clothed but clearly sporting major wood,
Derrick massaged the cheeks of my ass with his large brown hands and slowly
pushed the thick plastic cock still deeper into my hole.

"Squirm for me baby.  Rub that pretty white cock into my pecs and really
swish that ass around.  Show Mo how much fun you're having with his beau."
Derrick was still whispering, but with a tone that was direct and serious.
I was the entertainment.  Not just for Derrick, but for his lover as well,
who was gently rubbing the head of his own cock through his pants as he
watched his lover play tonsil games with a naked white whore on the other
side of the room.

"I'm gonna lay you back baby, hold onto my neck."

I wrapped my arms around Derrick's thick dark neck and buried my head into
his shoulder.  He lifted his hips, rose up on the bed, and slowly dropped
me onto my back as my legs found a place on his shoulders.  The vibrating
toy was still buried in my ass, and it was starting to have an effect on my
lower extremities.  My cock was rock hard, but my legs were starting to
melt from the soft pulsations.

Derrick reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a
bottle or poppers, the old-style stuff I used to keep taped to my nose in
the 80's while dancing the night away or while trying to get off with my
cock up some sissy's ripe bottom.  He opened the bottle and inhaled the
aroma into his left nostril.  He offered me his bottle, which was hard to
enjoy considering my prone position, but I managed.

A cloud of haze quickly ripped through my head and for a second or two the
entire room went black and fuzzy.  Derrick's greasy palm gripped the base
of my hard on as I squeezed my ass tightly around my vibrating chew toy.

With his other hand, D slowly worked the dildo in and out of my ass... in
and out... back and forth, gently stretching me more and more.

"Grab your ankles, baby, and squeeze that pussy tight.  I'll be right
back."  Derrick jumped off the bed and took off his sweatshirt to reveal
his thick hairy gut, two pierced nipples, and a Japanese tattoo of unknown
meaning on his left pec.  He slipped out of his nylon shorts and a long
slender black cock stood straight up and bounced up and down as he tugged
on his sac.  D's cock was very smooth... not a vein in sight, and topped
with a dark black head.  A ruffle of short black and white pubes encircled
his package.

"Now roll over and get on your knees, doggie style, so I's can give you
something bigger."

D slowly pulled the vibrator from my ecstatic rump and instead of slipping
his cock into me, he tossed the red one on the floor and pulled a larger
black one from the drawer next to the table.  I felt a cold glob of goo hit
my ass, and then the thick plastic phallus began to make its way into my
chute. This one was not quite as long, but it was thicker, and I winced
just a bit as he pushed it inside... ever so slowly, like a gentleman
fucking a virgin nun.

"Give it to him D.  Give it to him good."  Mo had finally seen something
worthy of a comment.

"Patience, Mo... Relax.  Your time's comin'."

D popped my ass a few times, which made me squirm with memories of having
been a slave not long ago, and then he pushed the last inches of the greasy
plug into my ass.  He then reached down and tugged on my sac while he
pushed his index finger into my slick hole, stretching me open even more.
Mmm.  Damn, that felt good.

With my shitter now filled to capacity, and with Derrick trying to slip a
second finger inside of me as well, Mo decided that his dick needed a bit
of attention, so he dropped his jeans on the floor and climbed on the bed.
He aimed his extremely black cock, dripping with precum, at my face and
motioned for me to suck it.  Gladly, I thought.  Gladly.

Mo's cock was dark, as I said... even darker that his black skin.  It was
almost blue.  It wasn't as long as I had imagined, and, like D's, it was
slender.  Unlike D, it wasn't very smooth.  In fact, it had a gnarled
appearance.  It was covered in thick veins, was slightly crooked, and the
head appeared porous.  He had a long heavy sac that was covered in short
curly black hair, and his pubes were solid black - no grey anywhere.
Hanging above it was a thick beefy gut covered with a thin layer of sweat
and not much else.  Under the glistening black flesh was a layer of fat
that covered an even thicker layer of heavy muscle that held the entire
structure tightly in place as it pushed against my forehead.

I ran my tongue across the shaft of Mo's veiny black cock as he settled
into the mattress. The pungent smell of fresh sweat drifted into my
nostrils, and for a second I'd almost forgotten the slow assault D was
giving my asshole.  That changed when he finally managed to slip the full
length of a second finger into my ass.  Ouch, I thought.  I suddenly felt
as if I needed to take a really big shit, but I knew that what I was really
feeling was D's black dildo and two, or maybe even three, of his long
greasy fingers. Damn, I didn't know whether to push out or squeeze tight.
What I did know was that Mo's cock desperately needed to be sucked, and
sucked good, so I tried my best just to focus on that gnarly piece of flesh
slipping in and out of my mouth.

And then it hit me.  There I was, buck-naked and on all fours on a worn out
mattress in a seedy motel room locked between two aging black strangers
with one singular purpose: to fuck the shit out of their rented white whore
- me.  This was what I had become.  This was why I had chucked my middle
class sensibilities and respectability out of the window all those many
months ago.  This was why I lived in the slums, worked in a bookstore, and
wore clothes from thrift shops.  This was who I had become.  And I loved
it.  I fucking loved it.

I opened my mouth wide and lifted my tongue off of Mo's ugly old dick to
let these two fuckers know how I felt.

"Fuck my ass man.  Shove that thing up in there and fuck me hard.  DAMN,
FUCK ME!"

"All right, baby... you just calm you's self down and relax.  We gonna fuck
you good soon enough.  Relax, baby.  Just relax."  D almost laughed as he
gently spoke to me, but I think he appreciated my point, and he took it as
a compliment.

I felt D's finger slip out of my butt, but the plug stayed in place.  He
climbed on the bed and straddled my back like a jockey mounting a horse,
but he didn't sit down (thank God).  In fact, he was turned in the opposite
direction and was only slightly bent at the knees.

"Eat me out Mo.  Give me some tongue."

Mo pressed forward and Derrick backed his black ass into his lover's face.
As Mo gave D's hole a nice wet tongue bath, D started fucking my asshole
again with his dildo.  He slowly inched it in and out of my ass, and at
some point managed to work a couple of fingers back into it as well.  He
was really focused on putting things inside of me, everything, that is, but
his cock.

This oddly shaped threesome remained precariously balanced atop the bed as
each of us pleasured the other.  At one point Mo slipped a bottle of
poppers under my nose, resting it on the top of his cock.  I sniffed from
it heavily and a few seconds later slipped into whore's heaven as the room
went black and my head went electric.

Mo's thick salty precum had finally started to pump out of his cock, and my
tongue was now covered with a heavy layer of it.  These two hadn't even
fucked me yet, but we'd been screwing around for almost an hour, and every
inch of my pale flesh was on fire.

Just as I was getting used to Mo's cock in my mouth, he pulled it out, and
fell to the side and quickly stretched out on his back.

"Alright boy.  Time to sit on my cock.  Playtime's over."  D didn't object,
but he didn't bother to pull the plug out of my asshole as he lifted my
torso and helped me find my way to Mo's lap.  I spread my legs and straddle
the large black man staring up at me with a large white grin and devilish
eyes.  I dropped onto his thighs and aimed my ass a bit back at D.
Instinctively, he grabbed the end of the rubber tube stuck in my ass and
slowly pulled it from me.  I held my breath and hoped that a fat black
rubber dildo was the only thing that slid out, which it was.

At that point, my asshole was already a little sore, which for me, is a
little unusual. But now I had an empty shitter, and standing right in front
of me was Mo's jet black rod, and I suddenly had this desperate need to
drop my ass on top of it.

"Yeah, baby... sit on my ol' pole."  Mo grabbed my cock (hard as a rock)
and held on tight as I lowered myself onto his meat and let it slide into
my gut.  Damn, talk about a vacuum. It disappeared in less than a few
seconds.  As I twisted my ass onto his gnarled flesh, Mo's face tightened
up as if he would cum just from the idea of having his cock in my ass.
Such is the life of two married tops, I guess.  Neither one ever gets any
tail.

Mo hocked a heavy wad of snot into his palm and coated my dick with a thick
coat of phlegm, which he slowly worked into my shaft.  Good, I thought,
that feels good.

As Mo was working my cock, D slipped in behind me and pressed his heavy
frame into my back and wrapped his arms around my torso to twist my
nipples.  I could feel his hard pole pressed into my lower back and a bit
of precum dripping from its tip.

D slid his long fingers down to the spot where Mo's cock was slowly sliding
in and out my asshole. He traced the base of Mo's cock, and then gently
pushed the tip of his index finger against the rim of my greasy asshole.

"You hungry for a little bit mo', boy?  Mmh? Want some finger with that
cock?"

"Uh... yeah, man.  Try it.  Go ahead and push it in.  Slowly, ok?"

Derrick traced my rim until he found a weak spot and then pushed his finger
into my rectum.  I felt his knuckles slowly break past the edge of my
shitter as it inched its way along Mo's shaft. Mo definitely got a charge
out of his lover's finger brushing up against his cock.  He pushed his
tongue deep into my mouth and wrapped his massive arms around my torso and
pulled me into his wide sweaty chest.  What? Like I was going to get up and
go somewhere?

Before I realized it, Derrick had managed to slide another oiled-up digit
into my butt, and now he was stroking Mo's cock as it fucked my chute.
Derrick paused long enough to position himself even closer to me.  I could
feel his rock hard cock against my left ass cheek and his hot breath on the
back of my neck.

Derrick leaned in as tightly as he could and placed his mouth against my
ear.

"Now I'm gonna fuck your nasty tail.  Both of us, at the same time.  Hold
on baby, it might hurt, but you won't regret it.  Promise... you gonna love
this shit."

"Whoa.  Uh, I dunno," I said, spitting Mo's black tongue out of my throat
as I tried to sit up on Mo's wide lap.

"Naaah, baby.  You said you's game for anything.  You'd do what we want.
THIS is what we want, now relax and enjoy it.  I ain't gonna hurt you.  Not
much, anyway."  Derrick laughed as he jerked his fingers out of my butt,
which caused my asshole to belch from the sudden release of pressure.

I don't know if any of you have ever been double-fucked, but in all of my
experiences, that was the one area into which I'd never really ventured.
In truth, I had no idea what to expect, and I suddenly felt the need to
leave.  I liked the idea in theory, but the reality was that I wanted
out... and fast.

"Whoa, baby... you sit tight.  We knows what we're doin'."  Moe was
speaking out in favor of the double-dip.  He kept me pulled tightly against
his chest as his lover plunged his right hand into a tub of grease.

Oh all right, I thought.  Clearly these two weren't about to let me go, and
I lacked the strength to fight them, so I gave it my best shot.  A few
seconds later I felt a couple of D's fingers pushing tightly against the
rim of my ass (which still contained Moe's gnarly old pole) and then slide
in and out of me.

He pressed the head of his cock against the base of Moe's dick and let his
last finger slide out of my ass and quickly replaced it with the head of
his hard dick. I felt my sphincter stretch like it never had before and the
pain ripped through my bowels like a bolt of electricity as he pushed it
ever so slightly into me.

"That's it baby.  Relax.  Push out, boy.  Push on it. Do it like you're
gonna shit a big one."

I did like he commanded, and as I pushed back against the two cocks, D
drove his slowly inside, rubbing tightly against Mo's pole and my rectal
walls.

Both men exhaled the most pleasure-filled moan I'd heard in weeks.  This
really was painfully uncomfortable.  I tried to relax by picturing myself
spread eagle on a filthy concrete floor in a public urinal with an
anonymous cock up my ass and a stream of hot cop piss spraying across my
face, but all that did was pump up my own cock, which had the added
side-effect of tightening my sac and sphincter even more.  Jeezus Christ.

I buried my face into Mo's neck and raised my hips high in the air to
encourage D to pump it as fast as he could, cum, and then get the hell out
of me.  It didn't really work out that way.  D wanted a slow greasy ride,
and he got one.  For what seemed like hours (ok, 15 minutes or so), D and
Mo rubbed their boners together like two mating snakes as the rim of my
asshole gradually went numb from the pain.

Finally, Mo seemed ready to let loose his load.  D tried to slow him down,
but Mo was too close and within a second or two of tightening up, he blew a
thick wad of jizz into my hole, which fortunately triggered an eruption
from D at about the same time.  I don't often feel an actual orgasm hitting
the interior walls, but I did feel one of them as it hit with a thud
against the inside of my shitter. I'll admit, I got off on that part of the
experience.

D collapsed against my back and sandwiched me between him and Mo.  Neither
tried to pull their softening cocks from my hole too quickly, which was a
very good thing, but eventually D's meat slipped out and Mo's quickly
followed.  I had temporarily lost all sensation back there, so I had no
idea what my asshole might have looked like, but I didn't smell anything
foul, so I felt safe to just lie there and enjoy the pleasure of an empty
rectum.

Of course, I was sporting one hell of a boner, and I desperately wanted to
cum, so I squirmed a little and Derrick took the hint and rolled off of me.
I did the same, and stretched out on my back next to Mo and grabbed my
cock.  D wanted to help so I dropped my fist and accepted an oily handjob
from the nice black man while his lover tweaked my left nipple and pushed
his tongue into my ear.

It didn't take long for me to pop a thick nut all over my chest.  What
surprised me was how quickly D dove in and licked up every fucking drop of
it.  Clearly, D was a man who loved cum.

"I hate to bust up the little party of sweat and naked flesh, and you two
were amazing, but I gotta tell you, I reaaaally need to get off this bed
and take one hell of a big shit.  Not to be gross, but what you two just
did to my ass is making my gut do all sorts of junk, and I need to hit the
can.  Quickly."

"Nah man, no need to 'poligize... you go to it.  Close the door though.  I
ain't into sniffing shit and all that.  We cool, though.  You go on."  D
practically pushed me off the bed.

I squeezed my cheeks together, rolled off the bed, grabbed my kit, and
quickly made my way to the john, slamming the door behind me.  Not wanting
to upset anyone, I flipped on the fan and cranked up the shower before
plopping my dripping ass onto the bowl.  For the next few minutes, I just
sat back and let a thick mixture of lube, cum, and sewage flow out of my
shitter and into the old but functional toilet.  Damn, that felt really
good.

Once I had evacuated everything I had, I pulled out a small douche bulb,
filled it up with the bath water, and then treated myself to several warm
soapy enemas followed by a long hot shower.

When I finally stepped from the bathroom, still naked but with a towel
around my neck and my shaved cock swinging in the stale air of their room,
I found both men partially dressed and curled up on the bed deeply engaged
in some sort of sporting event on the teevee.  Ugh, but so typical.  I was
actually ready to go again.  Well, maybe not go there again, but somewhere.
They had other plans.

"So what's next guys?  Maybe grab some pizza and beer, and later I'll take
a squat on the john and let you guys hose me down with some of that hot
piss I've been aching to get a taste of?  How 'bout it?"

"Dude. I think we're done for a while.  You was great and all, but we gotta
head out tomorrow and Mo's tired and to be honest, that whole piss scene
ain't my thing.  So if you don't mind, just take your cash over there and
get on home.  We's gonna go to bed."

"Seriously?  I thought this was a weekend thing.  I thought I'd signed up
for the full experience.  I thought you guys were really up for turning it
loose on me.  I got a lot more in me if you want it."

"Naah, we cool.  Get yo'r pants on and git on out.  We done with it.  Now
go on."

At that point, I was a little relieved.  I mean, I liked the guys, but
neither one of them was all that well hung, and to be honest, I really
wanted to get dirty with these two fuckers, but if it wasn't their thing,
then there was really no point in hanging around begging for it.  You can
try, but if a guy isn't into piss, then he just isn't into piss.  You know?
So I dressed, grabbed the dough on the bureau, gave them a quick nod, and
left.  Not much more to tell really.

Just for the record, I have hooked up with them since.  A couple of weeks
ago, I was hanging out on the picnic table of a local rest area savoring
the spunky aftertaste of an old black man's cum (and trying to decide
whether to spend his 50 bucks on new shoes or new dildos) when I heard a
horn in the trucker's lot.  It was Mo and D climbing out their rig.  They
were back in town for a day and had stopped off to take a piss.  We chatted
for a few minutes and then I offered them some tail for the night.  They
weren't interested in a whole scene, but they took me up on it in the cab.
I climbed in the front passenger seat and stripped down and greased up.
Then each one took his turn sitting under me while I bounced up and down on
their poles.  It didn't take long and I think they enjoyed it (they gave me
100 dollars), but it let me know that they weren't still pissed off about
the whole watersports thing.  Anyway, they pulled out and I went back to
the picnic table.  I think I gave a few more blowjobs that morning before
heading home for lunch.

So after leaving Mo and Derrick in their room and feeling a little cheated
about the sudden cancellation of my well-planned weekend, I sat on the back
of my truck, smoked a few cigarettes and hoped for a hot one to stroll by
and make me an offer.  None came.  I saw a few hot guys and beefy truckers
wandering around, but they were straight and I know when I'm not wanted, so
I hit the road with 750 dollars worth of fifties tucked under the front
seat of my old grey pick-up.

Clean, stretched, and with a empty set of nuts, I thought about heading
home, but I the smell of the interstate and the raw scent of the truck stop
/ motel I'd just left was making my heart race and home just didn't seem
like the right place to be, so I hit the road.  Getting fucked up the ass
didn't seem like an option, and I wasn't in the mood to blow a string of
old-timers at their favorite haunts, so I headed to the other side of town
in search of a few dark places that on occasion had offered me some unique
treats.  Okay, so I went looking for a dirty urinal.  What of it?

I landed in a little dive called Archdale, just outside of High Point.
It's basically a low-end breeder suburb, but I knew of one particular spot
that had a reputation for weekend man-on-man stuff.  Basically, it's a
public park that the public no longer spends much time in. The bathroom
facilities are mostly abandoned and the water's been turned off, so the
toilets don't even flush.  That wasn't my destination.  It was woods behind
the abandoned shithouse that interested me, and since it was a warm night,
I knew that there would be extended action and plenty to do and see.  I
could just feel it.

I pulled into the warehouse across the street and parked near a slew of
other cars owned by the guys who work in the warehouse (so as not to tagged
by the cops) and then quickly crossed the street, making my way to the back
of the park.  Standing in the doorway of the shithouse was an old grey
headed coot with his dick out.  He was trying to rub up a boner but wasn't
having much luck from what I could see of it.  He looked my way, but I
wasn't interested and he didn't seem the type to offer any financial
incentive, so I kept moving.

I went to back of the old brick building and found a white guy bent over an
old barrel with his jeans around his ankles.  He was getting his ass eaten
by a young black guy with a white tank and a pair of red basketball shorts.
They didn't stop, but the white guy did look over and at me when I came
into view.  He gave me his best "ain't I trashy" look, which I thought was
kind of funny.

I leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette and watched the show.  I
knew that they were not the only folks out here, so I figured I'd just wait
there until something else presented itself.

After about ten minutes of ass-munching, the white guy blew a small noisy
load onto the rusty barrel as he twisted his hips into the black man's face
for some final tongue fucking.  As soon as he was done, he turned around
and dropped down to his knees and pressed his back against the jizz stains
he'd just shot, and let the black man put his cock in his mouth.  These two
seemed to be quite good at non-verbal communications, so clearly they were
regulars.  The young black guy had a long thick pole with a fat head and
the chunky white man just could not get that thing in his mouth fast enough
for either of them.  What a waste, I thought.  That cock was made for a
white tail, not some guy's throat.  What a waste.

Mr black man didn't hold back when it came to face-fucking.  He really gave
that man's throat a heavy pounding, and the white guy seemed to enjoy it.
He shot a quick load and his partner gobbled it up and then the two of them
sort of fell into the moist grass to catch their collective breaths.  The
whole scene took less than 15 minutes but it was certainly enough to send a
strong flow of blood into my cock, and suddenly I was ready to go.  I
kicked off my boots and shirt, which didn't seem to earn me much attention
from my two mates, but when I stepped out of my jeans and let the warm
night air wash over my naked body, they suddenly took note.  Apparently
they weren't used to seeing a fully naked man standing around in this
particular park.

"So how 'bout it boys?  Either of you studs wanna take a piss?"

"Hell yeah.  I got yo'r piss right here."  The black man stood and let his
shorts fall back down around his ankles as he grabbed his softened cock.
"Come on over.  Whatcha waitin' fo'?"

I walked over to where they were (about 15 ft from where I was) and dropped
down on my knees in front of his black watering hose.  Damn, that thing
looked good.  He wasn't much of a looker in the face (gold tooth, bad skin,
scrawny beard), but his cock was a solid 10 and his crotch reeked of day
old sweat.

I opened my mouth and the black man released a hot stream of foul smelling
liquid that shot hard against the back of my throat and sprayed out onto my
lips and teeth.  "Nasty fucker.  You like that piss, huh?  Yeah.  You is
one nasty ol' fucker.  Drink it up slut.  Drink it up."

The white guy didn't seem to know what the hell to do.  This was not his
normal gig, but I could tell that he was intrigued because he reached down
and grabbed my hard cock and rubbed his thumb across its head as the black
man's excess piss dripped down my chin and onto my chest.

"Now you.  Come on, get up off the dirt and let me have whatever you got.
Hurry, we ain't got all night."

He didn't say anything, but he did stand up and give me what I wanted.  I
leaned back and closed my eyes and let him spray his hot stream all over my
face and chest and crotch.

"Yeah, bathe me with it man.  Hose me down.  Yeah that's it.  Now shove
your cock in my mouth and let my suck out the last of it."  He leaned in
and gave me about half a cup of warm piss, which I swallowed quickly, like
a frat boy finishing off the last of a six-pack.

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I looked over and noticed that the
old coot from the front of the building was standing nearby and he had
finally managed the achieve that hard on he'd been shooting for earlier.

"How 'bout it old man.  You want to dump a load on me somewhere?  I'm
taking anybody and everybody."

"How about you let me fuck your ass?  You up for that?"

"No.  Definitely not, but I'll suck you off if you promise to wash off my
tongue with a load of piss.  How's that for a trade?"

"Yeah, that'll do."

"Step out of those jeans and get on over here.  FUCK MY MOUTH YOU OLD
BASTARD."

The old geezer, realizing he's just won the lottery, shoved his old grey
dick down my throat as I slide my hands under his tattered shirt and tweak
his nipples.  For an old guy, he had a relatively nice slab of cock, but it
was dripping precum all over my tongue, so I knew it wouldn't take long for
him to blow.  As I gave his chest a quick rub down, he grabbed the back of
my neck and pumped his hips into my skull as if this might be the last sex
act of his long boring life.

I heard the chunky white guy scurry away and head home while grandpa was
giving me his best 'what for.'  The black man with the nice pecker
disappeared into the woods, leaving me with the old man.  I was naked and
still dripping with piss so I glanced off to the right to make sure that my
clothes were still piled against the old brick wall and then went back to
work on the aging cock I'd agreed to suck off.

I felt a small splatter of cum streak across my tongue, bitter and a little
thin, and then the old guy exhaled what I thought was his last gasp of air.
That was it?  That's all this guy was carrying?  Well, for a guy who looked
like he might be 80, I guess it was good that he could get it up at all.

I swallowed what he left and then fell onto the ground and spit a wad of
snot into my palm and started pulling on my own dick.  I looked up at the
guy with my best pornstar stare to gage his reaction.

"Hose my down old man.  Shoot some piss on my face.  Okay?"

He didn't say anything (he was probably grossed out to be honest), but he
shot a steamy stream of piss onto my chest, right between my nipples and
then slowly let it creep down to my crotch before the flow finally stopped.

"Oh yeah, man.  Damn, that feels hot."  I arched my back to let him know
how much I approved and appreciated the gesture, then rolled around the
thin grass and let the muddy soil work its way onto my flesh.  I looked
like a pig rolling around in shit, but I didn't care.  It felt great and I
wanted more.

"You ain't from around here, are you."

"Just up the road a piece.  I've been back here before.  You Archdale guys
are hot."

"Well, you're kind of a freak.  We don't get a lot of guys like you comin'
round.  Not at all."

"Well, I like strangers and strange places.  Spread the word.  Hey, what
your name old man?"

"Neil.  I just live up the road.  You wanna come back for some coffee or
something?"

"Uh, no, but thanks Neil.  I think I'll just stay here for a while.  Thanks
though."

Neil mumbled something about not catching cold, tucked his old cock back
into his pants, and then left me all alone and muddied up in a thin layer
of piss and soil.  A few seconds later the young black man in the white
tank top came back from the woods with another black guy whose eyes popped
out when he saw what was waiting for him.  Good, I thought... some more
action.

"Sees.  I told ya some new freak was up here.  You still takin' all comers
white boy?"

"Bring it on, man.  I was hoping you'd show up again, because I cannot get
the thought of that cock of yours out of my head.  Damn, that's a nice
looking dick you got."

He stopped long enough to step out of his red shorts, which he tossed off
to the side, but he kept on his high tops and white tank.  His "friend" was
an older man, black as soot, and dressed in blue work pants, work boots,
and a grey t-shirt.  He looked to be about 60 years old and about 40 pounds
overweight.

"You know, I didn't come out here to get fucked, had enough of that for one
night, but damn, if you're up for it, I'd love to let you ride my ass with
that thing.  You can bone me dry if you want to.  Just be careful."

"You gonna take this thing without any lube?  Right here?"

"Yeah man.  But you'd better hurry or I might change my mind."

"Damn."

By the time he'd flipped me over and onto my hands and knees, he'd managed
to regain the full length of his hard on.  Beautiful, I thought.  Fucking
Beautiful.  My ass wasn't sore anymore, but I could tell that it was still
very loose from being double stuffed a few hours earlier, so I had every
confidence that with a little spit, I'd be fine.  The fat sooty guy stood
by rubbing his crotch as the two of us took our positions in the newly
formed puddle of piss.

Nate (he told me his name later) pushed the head of his cock past my
sphincter and then added a second coat of spit, which he shot directly onto
his pole as it disappeared into my hungry bruised shitter.

"Aaaah, yeah man.  AAAHAHHHAHAHAH.  DAMN!!!  Fuck the shit out of me man.
Come on and really rip into me.  Damn.  SHOVE THAT SUCKER IN DEEP.  FUCK
ME!!!"

And, Damn.  Did he ever.  Nate had a sharp rhythm some mean hip action, and
even though we were doing this without any actual lube, he didn't bother
holding back.  He rammed that long muscular pole into my ass and crashed
his hips hard against my cheeks.  He leaned forward and placed his dark
hands on my shoulder blades and locked me into position and then pounded my
chute with raw furry.

"Piss on him, Joey.  It's what he likes."

"Yeah, Joey... drop down here and piss down my throat.  Make it nasty."

Joey unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to his knees like a kid at
a urinal and stood about three feet from my face.  His large black gut
poked out from beneath his t-shirt as he aimed his semi-soft cock at my
head.  A second later the moonlight glistened across a thick stream of
golden piss as it shot onto my forehead and dripped down my face.  I opened
my mouth and Joey aimed his stream onto my tongue as he walked forward for
better accuracy.  I tried to hold steady, but Nate was ripping into my ass
hard, so it was difficult to catch the entire flow, but I managed to suck
up about half of what he shot.

"Damn, you got a loose ass.  You likin' this whiteboy?  You likin' a quick
gang bang n the woods with the brotha's?  HUH!?  Say it faggot... say it
LOUD."

"FUCK ME MAN!!!  Yeah.... Come on and FUCK MY ASS GOOD.  DAMNNT!  HARDER!"

Just as I let the words fly out of my mouth, Joey shoved his now hard cock
inside of it, which, if nothing else, kept me from screaming out something
racial that I might regret later.  Nate started the trash talking, but I
knew that I might take it too far, and I didn't want to risk a real beating
for trying to be too raunchy in some misguided attempt at sounding cool.

So I sucked heavily on Joey's bloated meat and tried to hold still as Nate
ripped open my entire lower intestine with his motorized assault.  I
realized then that this probably wasn't the wisest move on my part, but I
was so high on sex and piss that I really didn't care what damage he might
do back there.  Such is the fate of a sex addict, I guess.

Nate's passion for my asshole resulted in a noisy explosion of seed as he
fell onto my back, knocking me onto my chest and jerking Joey's cock out of
my mouth.  I felt a sudden pain as he ripped his cock from my ass, but I
didn't hesitate to motion for Joey to fill me up as quickly as he could get
it inside of me.

"Make it a good one Joey... Really show me what you got.  Make me your
bitch, man... make me your fucking bitch."

"Okay, bitch.  Roll over and grab yo' ankles."

Joey had a smaller somewhat fat cock, so being on my back might not have
been the best position, but it was what he wanted, and I liked the idea of
looking up and seeing a repulsive looking fat guy banging my ass.  Sights
like that make me feel pretty low, and low is what I was craving, so I gave
him the position he demanded.

Joey took his time.  He stripped down from the waist and tossed his pants
and dirty white underwear onto the grass.  His plump little boner stuck
straight out and showed little movement, but my ass was hungry for it and
my heart started to skip when he pressed his fat clumsy body against the
back of my thighs.  His grey t-shirt was stretched tight across his gut and
it was now soaked in sweat.  His dark face was almost invisible in the
night sky, but I could discern enough to know that he wasn't much in the
looks department.  Damn, I really wanted this man's cock.

Joey hocked a wad onto his open palm and pressed it onto the outside of my
asshole then quickly pushed his heavy cock head into my shitter.  I hardly
felt it to be honest, but the thought of it creeping into my gut caused my
cock to shoot out a steady flow of precum.

"Yeah.  Fuck me good Joey.  Wear my pussy out.  Fucking GUT ME MAN.  GUT MY
ASS."

"Damn.  Bitch knows what she wants."  This was Nate.  Still very much
intrigued with the entire "tail of a white whore" thing that he'd stumbled
onto.

Unlike Nate, Joey was in no hurry.  He wanted to enjoy this one.  I suspect
he didn't get a lot of opportunity to fuck white ass in the woods, so he
was going to make it last.  I tried to get him to speed up, but he wanted
to take it nice and slow.

"Drop down here and let my suck my ass off your cock.  Come on man, feed me
that shitty cock."

Nate looked surprised, but he dropped down next to me and let his cock
slide down my throat.  I had just washed up a few hours earlier, so nothing
particularly vile was lurking, but he'd not bathed in awhile, so the funk
of his crotch was extremely intoxicating to a piece of trash like myself.

I sucked long and hard on Nate's pole, massaged his sweaty sac, and let the
foul aroma of his groin drift into my nostrils.  After a few minutes of
oral stimulation and the visuals of a fat black man raping my ass, Nate's
cock started to bloat again, which told me that he might be ready for some
more ass.

I spit his cock out of my mouth and looked up at his scrawny face.

"Sit on my face man.  Let me clean out your asshole."

"Man, you might not wanna do that.  I took a big shit after dinner.  Ain't
showered or nothing" (that part I already knew).

"Perfect.  Sit on my face and give me a taste of that stinkin' hole.  I'll
clean you up good."

Nate looked unsure but his cock was rock hard, and suddenly Joey felt the
need to drive into me a little more rapidly.  Nate lifted his tank over his
head and let it ride on the back of his neck, like the true hoodlum he
probably wanted to be.  He looked fierce and I knew that his ass was going
to be rank, but I was so hungry for it.  He couldn't move fast enough.

Nate spread his black cheeks and dropped his ass on my tongue and gave me a
heavy taste of a truly disgusting shithole.  I loved it.  I almost shot my
entire load just from the first whiff of his stink.  I shoved my tongue so
far up his tailpipe that I think he thought it was my finger.  This move
really got him going, so he pushed his backside hard against my skull and
really gave my tongue total access to the inside of his bowels.  Whoa, I
thought.  This was almost too much, even for me... but good God, my cock
was so fucking tight!  Please God, I thought.  DO NOT LET ME CUM!

"Aaaaah..... Aaaaaaah..... AAAAAAHHHHHH!"  Nope, not me.  Joey had finally
seen fit to drop a load up my ass.  I was so into Nate's hole that I'd
almost forgotten that Joey was banging away on the rear end.  Nate paused
his grinding motion just long enough to let Joey explode into my gut then
quickly returned to riding my tongue.  I felt Joey's cock plop from my ass
and heard him as he slowly lifted himself onto his feet, slamming my legs
onto the grass.  He stood there for a few seconds then unleashed a small
load of post-orgasm piss onto my cock and balls, which I very much
appreciated.

Nate's hard cock was riding dirty on my forehead and I kept thinking, damn,
fuck me again man.  Fuck me again.  Nate seemed to share my thoughts.  He
rose up and balanced himself on his knees.  He looked down at my stained
face told me what was next.

"Time to fuck.  Damn if I ain't got a stiff one all over again and I'm
thinking you need some more cock.  Now roll over bitch 'cause I's gonna dry
hump you into a coma."

No spit, no lube... Just Nate's long thick cock and my extremely abused
asshole.  Round Two.  On my knees and with Joey's dirty cock in my mouth
(it's a service I provide to anyone who fucks me) Nate rode me like a
master jockey breaking in a wild stallion.  Furious, brutal, and brilliant,
Nate slammed his long hot rod into my guts with enormous speed and power.
He was relentless and I was beyond numb from the experience.  Fearful that
I might actually bite into his meat, Joey pulled himself from my mouth and
stepped back to enjoy the sight of the masterful Nate rip wide and deep
into my tired shithole.

It really was one hell of a rough ride.

Not content to pop a nut into my rectum, Nate pulled out just as he was
about to blow and shot his last load onto the back of my sac.  With one
hand, he rubbed it in and reached around and coated my bloated cock with
athin layer of hot jizz.  I'm still not sure why he felt the need to finish
me off in this way, but I kind of liked it and having his cum dry onto my
flesh was a nice added benefit.

Nate fell back onto the grass laughing at himself and at the thought of
what we must have looked like, and I collapsed onto the grass trying not to
have a heart attack or an explosion of rectal gas from his deep plunging of
my chute.

A few minutes later I heard Nate and Joey wander off.  I assumed that they
were done and headed home, which is exactly where I should have been going.
The problem was that I was covered in mud and dried piss.  I also had an
asshole that was now permanently altered (I thought) and a rock hard boner
that I just couldn't quite convince myself to touch.  I wanted a little bit
more.

I looked around and realized that I was alone, so I stood up, stretched,
and took a long hard piss onto the grass (I can piss with a hard on, but
it's not an easy task).  Still naked, and not feeling the need to dress, I
wandered away from the safety of the clearing and headed down the path and
into the woods.  I figured that someone had to be left out there.  At that
point, anyone would have been preferable to going home.

I walked about 100 ft into the darkness and stumbled upon three balding
white men.  Old guys, I thought.  Just what I needed.  Actually, as I got
closer, I realized that they weren't that old, or that bald.  They were
just shaved.  What I'd found was a rough-and-tumble threesome of gay
skinheads, each about 40 years of age.  Okay, so maybe they weren't
authentic skinheads (who knows, really?), but they looked the part and they
seemed more than intrigued with me.

"Hey guys.  Want some company?"  I looked frightful, I'm certain, but it
was dark and for all I knew, these guys were not that different from me, so
I didn't really feel that there was anything to be scared of.

"Damn, Lee.  Look what we got here.  A naked stranger with cocksucker
written all over him."  The unnamed speaker walked quickly in my direction,
grabbed my arm and gave my naked ass a hard slap as he pulled me towards
him.

"Suck - My - Cock you filthy whore.  NOW!"  Well that didn't take long.

Not as scared as he thought I should be, I dropped to my knees and placed
my hands behind my neck like a prisoner of war and looked him straight in
the eye.

"Piss down my throat and my ass is yours for the night... your buddies too.
Whatever you want."

"We'll see about that, faggot."  Nick (that's the name the others called
him) locked his hands onto my wrists and held them in place.  His oily
jeans and old jock were already hanging down around his thighs when I
walked up, so he pushed his crotch in my direction and shoved his cock down
my throat.  A second or two later a warm stream of beer piss washed over my
tongue and down into my gut.  It tasted thick and rich, with a heady aroma
that sent my cock straight up against my stomach.  Nick was wearing a thick
silver cock ring that was mostly buried beneath a full black bush of wiry
pubes and a rawhide strap cinched tightly around his low hanging ball sac.
He was pretty hardcore.

Nick relaxed as he emptied his bladder into my stomach.  When he was done
he started slowly skull fucking me until a full hard on was making its way
across my lips.  I didn't spill a single drop.  When his was sufficiently
boned up, Nick pushed my head into the dirt and dropped his boot on the
back of my neck.

"Hose him down boys.  Then we'll have some fun."

The boys, Lee and Dan, gave my backside a nice hot shower of steaming piss,
which washed off the old dirt, but left me wet enough to collect a entirely
fresh layer of earth and leaves.  My neck was starting to hurt from Nick's
boot, but I got the impression that he didn't really care, so I kept my
mouth shut.

"Git him up against that tree.  We'll tie him down in case he decides to
run before we're done."  Whoa.  I gave up the slave trade a while back, so
this didn't sound too good, but I was in no condition to fight off three
skin heads, so I tried to relax and play along as if to imply that I was in
on their little gag, just in case it really was a little gag.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a pair of shiny silver cuffs appeared, and before
I knew it I was shackled around the trunk of a tree with my ass in the air
and my head about three feet off the ground.  My hands were tightly cuffed
and one of the boys was already digging into my hole with his thumb.  This
was going to get rough, but I had already passed the point of negotiation.
I was starting to regret my offer to be theirs for the night.

It was Lee.  "Damn.  Faggot's done been fucked at least once tonight.  Look
at this!"  Lee was waving around a thumb that was coated in fresh cum,
which he showed off then quickly wiped across my right ass cheek.

"You been fucked boy?"

"Yep, several times.  Black guys, if you want specifics.  Big brawny
n-e-g-r-o-e-s.  You got something to say about it?"

"Yeah, I got something to say about it."  Nick slapped my ass with his open
palm and pushed his crotch into my crack, allowing his boner to press
against the back of my sac.  "One of you boys give me your shorts."

The other guy, Dan, finally spoke up.  Dan was the only one who was still
fully dressed.  Lee had been shirtless when I walked up and, of course, I
already told you about Nick's naked crotch.

"Take mine.  Shouldn't have worn any in the first place."  Dan removed his
jeans and boots and stepped out of his old white briefs and tossed them
over to Nick.

"Squeeze it out faggot.  Take a big shitty dump and let's see what you got
in that faggot pussy."

Well, there wasn't much shit to speak of, but I did have a butt full of cum
from Nate and Joey, so with a little effort, I let their backwash drip out
of my sore hole.  Nicked let it pour down my leg, then he wiped the entire
load with Dan's old shorts and handed them to Lee.

"Stuff his mouth.  Keep him quiet."  Okay, I thought.  One more step in the
wrong direction.  Just what the hell were these asswipes preparing?

"How 'bout a good whippin' to warm up that old tail of yours.  Huh?  Would
you like some good ol' fashion whup-ass out here in the dark of night
before we rape your shitty ass?  Is that what you want, boy?"

Well, to be honest, NO, that was NOT what I wanted, but I still had the
sense that these guys were barking a little louder than they could bite, so
I nodded and popped my eyes open a bit as he spoke.  I hoped it would
signal a kind of love/hate thing with what he was suggesting.  Honestly,
this whole nazi scenario was kind of stupid from my perspective.  I'm just
lucky they weren't out to kill anyone.

Nick ripped his thick black belt from his jeans and swirled it over his
head like a lasso.  His buddies whooped it up as he did it, and then he
landed it firmly against the softest part of my ass.  "WHAAACK."  Damn,
that really did hurt, but it wasn't anything that I hadn't felt before.

Nick gave me five or six more lashings, then pushed the head of his cock
against my shaking backside, grabbed my hips, and with one single motion,
fell hard against my body and drove his cock deep into my gut.  He was
thick, and not as long as Nate had been, but it was the sheer force of it
that almost knocked me over.  It was a good thing that they had stuffed my
mouth with a pair of old shorts, because I would have certainly screamed
out and alerted someone to what was happening.

Nick fucked me like a man fucking a blow-up doll, void of any concern for
me but desperate to cum as quickly as he could.  After he finished, he
turned me over to his mates, who each took their turn with a belt and then
a cock.  I was numb, but I enjoyed the scene.  They were rough and were
excellent at pushing the limit, but they seemed to know where the line was
and none of them crossed it.  When they were through with me, Dan unlocked
the cuffs and let me fall onto the grass.  I hugged the tree as I tried to
catch my breath but my tormentors wanted to see me whack off.

"Let's get you lubed up."  By lube, Nick meant another load of piss, which
he casually dropped onto my cock.  "Now rub it in and give us a show."

I leaned back against the tree and finally stroked myself to one hellacious
orgasm, sending jizz far and wide, with a healthy dose of it landing on my
jaw.  The boys applauded, laughed, dressed, and left me to my own devices
as they disappeared into the woods in the direction of the old brick
shithouse.  I was alone, desperate for sleep, and about as filthy as I'd
been in weeks.  My ass was nothing more than an open wound and cum was
leaking from it so fast that it felt like I had the runs.  I was spent.  I
drifted off to sleep and awoke just before dawn, freezing, covered in dried
piss, mud, and with a raging headache.  I needed to go home.

When I arrived back at the abandoned shitter, I found my clothes piled much
as I had left them, but my wallet was on the grass and the 30 bucks I had
stashed inside was missing.  The license was still there, and I don't use
credit cards anymore, so in hindsight I guess I got off lucky.  I drove
home in the dawn of the morning, grabbed a coffee at a drive-thru and
chain-smoked until I walked into my seedy little apartment.  After tucking
my 750 dollars into the freezer, I slept the rest of the day and finally
showered at about 4pm.

All in all, not a bad night.  Until next time...

CXG.