Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2024 16:56:31 +0000 From: Drugh Bowers Subject: Mitch's Adventures Chapter 1 Hi, everyone, this is my first story. Feel free to contact me with feedback, but flames will be ignored into oblivion. This is set in a world where stds and sexual injuries don't exist- always play safe in real life Anal, oral, MM, mention of bestiality, alcohol 35 year old Mitch Carlton grinned as he entered the pub, looking around at the familiar surroundings and feeling the soles of his knock off converses tugged at by the comfortingly sticky floors. He sauntered up to the bar, passed the darts players who had paused to watch him enter with knowing smirks, and leaned his hairy forearm against it. "Pint of the usual, please." The chubby man with the long brown hair tied in a ponytail spoke to the bartender, a blue haired, pierced lad named Ross. Ross smirked, knowing Mitch's reputation, that although he claimed to be straight, get a couple of pints in him and he was up for almost anything. "Sure, mate." Ross replied, drawing up a pint of lager, making sure to keep the head as small as possible. There was an adage involving Mitch: `the smaller the head, the better the head'. (The last part stated whilst wiggling one's eyebrows.) Everyone knew about the time he'd let the local homeless population cum in his hole or on his face for a glass of their whiskey... or the time his the mayor's son and his friends had plied him with drink and offered him up for £2 a go... or the fact that his landlord sometimes took his mouth or arse in place of rent money... Yup, when he was drunk, Mitch was up for pretty much anything and everything- dirty old men, the young studs at the local rugby club... some things he'd never mention... he'd done it all. "This one's on me, lad." A new voice said. It was James, the local vicar, who of course knew all about Mitch and his adventures. Ross smirked, knowing exactly where this was going... And he was right. After about forty minutes and five pints, Mitch was down on his knees in the alley next to the pub, drunkenly fumbling with the old man's trouser belt to free his 56 year old cock. James grinned and roughly grabbed a handful of the drunk's long hair, rubbing his face forcefully against his 6 inches. "You like that, boy?" The vicar smirked before shoving it inside Mitch's questing mouth, noticing the knees of the other man's tracksuit bottoms soaking from the puddle he was kneeling in. "Look at you, filthy cunt. Anyone's for a bit of cheap beer." The vicar sneered in a manner most unlike the way he preached from the pulpit, fucking Mitch's mouth mercilessly. Mitch moaned, clearly loving the attention and degradation of being forced to blow this older man of God in return for booze. He loved being degraded, the filthier the act, the better... for example, the time he'd been tied to a bed and farmer Wallace's St Bernard had been lead in... The vicar, noticing his obvious arousal, pulled his cock out of his mouth and slapped him around the face with it. "Right, boy. Over the bin, drop trou." The vicar ordered roughly, shoving Mitch away. Mitch nodded and bent over the nearest bin, pulled his tracksuit bottoms and underwear down around his knees. He gave a grunt as the vicar roughly shoved two fingers inside his well used arse, finger raping his already loose backdoor before lining his shaft up with the hole, ramming inside mercilessly with a grunt and making Mitch give a moan of pained pleasure. [16:16] "Yeah... you like that? Fuck, that's what you get... little fucking cunt, do anything for a drink..." the vicar moaned as he plundered Mitch's fat ass, causing him to whimper and purr as the ecclesiastical cock hammered away at his prostate. The vicar soon gave a final moan and flooded Mitch's hole with his spunk before pulling out of the drunken whore. "Fuck... fuck..." Mitch moaned, collapsing on top of the metal cylinder of the bin, jumping as James smacked him on the rear. "Good lad." He smirked, turning around and laughing as he saw they'd attracted an audience. Sure enough, Mitch didn't have to buy a single drink for the rest of the evening.