Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2004 22:33:02 +0000 (GMT) From: rimboy Subject: college guys next door part 6 This story is the property of the author, and may not be reproduced in any form without his permission. All participants are 18 or older, and no suggestion of underage sexual activity is intended. This story concerns sex between men and men, that that offends you or is not legal where you live, please do not read this story and exit now. This a fantasy story involving many unsafe sexual practices. In the real world use condoms and be careful. Thanks for all the positive comments guys, any suggestions are gladly received. I really like getting feedback to my stories. Sorry this next instalment has taken so long. Thanks for all the messages of encouragement though, good to hear that so many of you get horny reading this story. Back to Jase & Linda in this instalment - mostly Jase this time, sorry all you Linda fans out there. Looking back the following week was like a dream or was it a nightmare? Smith came round the following Monday morning just as I was leaving for work and made me call my office and take the week off sick - this isn't something I've ever done and I could tell my boss was concerned, but there was nothing I could do. Smith just sat there smirking at me while I spun the lies about how ill I was, looking through the obscene photos he had of me having sex with all three guys and which he'd threatened to send to my boss if I didn't do everything he said. Finally, I put down the phone. 'Well done cocksucker, guess I didn't realise what a good liar my boy Jase could be' He laughed again. 'Guess you think lying yourself out of work means you'll be getting plenty of this'. As he spoke he grabbed the big bulge on the front of his shorts and showed the outline of his big, semi-stiff dick. He thrust his hips forward so I could see his cock through the thin cloth. Involuntarily I groaned. It seemed like so long since I had felt and tasted that huge cock down my throat. My own cock boned immediately and my nipples stiffened. Smith just laughed at my reaction and walked into the living room. 'Strip, cocksucker', he ordered. I quickly peeled off my work clothes and tossed them to the floor. Fuck, my cock was dripping. I stood there totally wanting this stud to dominate and use me. He walked up to me and stood so close I could smell the tang of his sweat and feel the heat of his breath. He grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed until I yelped. 'Looks like my little pussy boy wants it real bad, look at you, dripping your dick juice over my hand'. He stepped away and released my dick and slapped it hard so I yelped in pain again. He brought his hand to my mouth and without prompting I started to lap my precum off his fingers. He laughed again, slapped my face to and fro then he went over to a bag and brought something over. I recognised the butt plug from last time, but there was something else. I kind of cage of stiffened leather that Smith began to fasten around my cock and balls, taking a strap around my waist and pushing a lock together. My cock and balls were effectively caged. I could just about take piss, but touching my cock to beat off was impossible. As I was hard my cock was painful in the cage and I tried to make myself go down, but just being near Smith and smelling his sweat made that impossible and my hard dick pressed painfully against the stiff cage and the 2-3 hard spikes inside. Smith slapped my ass hard. 'Bend over', he ordered. He applied some cold lube then thrust the plug up my ass, at least he used some lube this time and once again I felt my asshole stretched. It wasn't painful, but it made me aware of my hole, which I knew was what Smith wanted. He stepped away, looked at me and smiled again. 'Now my pussyboy can't even touch himself, can you cocksucker? I'm gonna make sure you don't cum unless I want you too'. Like I say, that was Monday, by the following weekend I was going crazy with lust. Smith and the guys visited each day, sometimes more than once. They either came singly or together, once they brought along Cole from the adult bookstore. I was made to strip, they taunted me, slapping my ass and working my nipples until I was begging them to let me cum, the cage and spikes pressing painfully into my stiff dick, but they just laughed. Then they'd turn to Linda. That week Linda got used 2-3 times a day. They fucked her endlessly and always as soon as her mouth was free she was begging for more. She seemed insatiable. Sometimes they fed her pills to keep her hot, but she didn't need them, she put on shows for them, fucking herself with dildos and kitchen tools, she took all their abuse and debased herself time after time, while I was forced to stand or sit and watch. My own body cried out for the abuse Linda was enjoying. The more I saw the more I wanted it. They fucked her so near to me that I was splashed with the hot sweat off their hard stud bodies, I could smell the smell of pure mansex that emanated from their male bodies; it was pure, delicious torture for me. I didn't cum all week. For although my dick stayed stiff in the cage and even with the painful spikes, somehow the pain actually prevented me from spunking. I was hard most of the time. Even when Linda and the guys weren't putting on a show, I stayed hard. The butt plug stayed in apart from when I needed to shit, sometimes Smith would add nipple clamps to increase my pain/pleasure. But not once did I manage to release the powerful flood of cum that my churning, separated balls were producing. Once in the shower I managed to direct the spray onto my cockhead and by twisting my nipples I almost reached an orgasm, but Linda came into the bathroom and saw what I was doing. She stopped me, just turning off the powerful shower jets and leaving my stiff dick unsatisfied. She told Smith what I had been doing next day and I was punished by several hard slaps to my ass and the cage was tightened on my dick and balls so that it was even more constricting. I had to come to terms with the idea that now even Linda wanted to control my sexual feelings just to please Smith and the guys. Sleep was a merciful respite from the constant sexual ache I had, but invariably I had erotic dreams and then the pain of the cage on my hard dick would wake me, and I lay awake until my erection went down and the pain subsided. By the following Monday, after a whole week of frustration and unreal, nightmare existence, Smith allowed me to get dressed (I had been naked all that week) and return to work. But I still had to wear the cage and the plug. I wore my baggiest work suit, but even so the bulge at my crotch was noticeable to anybody who cared to look. I tried to stay at my desk all day so as not to gain any attention, but inevitably my work colleagues kept coming over to ask about my health - I had just had a week off work remember - and check out how I was doing. I think they thought I was acting a little weird, but I claimed I had lots of work to catch up on, so couldn't come for coffee or lunch, as I would normally have done. Eventually they let me be. To be honest work came as a release for me after a week of total sexual obsession and frustration. I threw myself into my paperwork and eventually, for a few hours, managed to forget about the situation at home with Smith and the guys and I managed to put thoughts of Linda out of my head. Without realising it I worked late and when I finally started to think of going home I was startled to find that it was nearly 7.30. Even then I wasn't that keen to go back home. What would I find? How many times would the guys have fucked Linda today? All these thoughts raced through my mind as I went down in the elevator and crossed the lobby. 'Good Night Sir', said the new security guy at the desk. 'Good Night, erm.. I'm sorry I don't recall your name'. 'It's Eliot, Sir'. He smiled at me, he was a tall, good-looking black guy in his late twenties, about my age, my cock twitched and I smiled back. Part of me despaired at the instant attraction I felt to this man; Smith had really made me into a total cocksucker who wanted every attractive guy he met. A lurid picture flashed into my mind of me on my knees sucking this guy's black cock, somehow his closefitting security uniform just added to his instant attractiveness to me. I blushed at this obscene thought. 'Well, Eliot', I kind of stumbled, 'Nice to meet you'. He looked a bit puzzled at my blushing reaction and I think he may have glanced down at my bulging crotch, but I rushed out head down, to avoid any more embarrassment. When I next looked up, as I almost ran across the car lot to my car, there was Smith. It was a warm night and he was just wearing some cutoffs and a closefitting T that emphasized every muscle in his lean, taut, smooth body. He sat back on the front of my car, legs wide apart, arms folded regarding me with an amused sneer and shouted over to me. 'Come on cocksucker, I've been waiting here nearly 20 minutes'. 'Please, keep you voice down', I begged, 'Someone might hear'. 'Don't you dare tell me to be quiet', he snarled, He pinched my nipple through my shirt and twisted it until I gave an involuntary yelp of pain. He let me go, and span me round. 'Come on cocksucker, I wanna see where you work'. He marched me back into the building and through the door. Eliot looked startled that I was back so soon. 'Sorry, Eliot, I need to go back upstairs. I have, erm ... well, forgotten some things'. My stuttered explanation would have fooled no one. 'Yes, Sir, and is this man a friend of yours'. He looked at Smith, who flashed him one of his best, whitest, sexiest smiles. 'Oh yes, I'm a very good friend of Jase, you could say even a close friend' said Smith. Eliot smiled at Smith then kind of smirked at me. Was I imagining the knowing look in his eye as he took in the scene? 'Well, I guess that's OK then', he said 'Normally I shouldn't allow guests into the building without a visitors' pass, but as you are a special friend (again that slight knowing smirk at me) I guess that will be fine'. 'I'll be making my rounds in about 15 minutes if you need me', he seemed to direct this last statement toward Smith. Smith and I went up to my floor and straight to my office. 'Very nice, for a cocksucker, yeah very nice looks like you got yourself a good job here Jase. Now where's your boss's office'? He followed me out as I led him down the corridor. Luckily my boss seemed to have left. There was no one around. I breathed a sigh of relief. But Smith had other ideas. He opened the door to my boss's office and pushed me in. 'Right Pussyboi, strip'. I couldn't believe my ears. Strip, here. 'No way man ...' I started to say 'Look, pussyboi' he said slapping my face, 'just strip or these', he said brandishing the photos of me tonguing his ass, 'will be staying here'. He tossed the photos up in the air and they landed all around the room. Photos of me sucking cock, rimming, getting fucked lay all round my boss's office. I looked at Smith 'Please ... ' I started to say 'Just STRIP', Smith shouted. I took off all my clothes and then, when I was naked apart from the cage and the plug Smith watched and laughed as I scrabbled round on my hands and knees collecting all the photos. Despite my fear and humiliation my cock was rock hard in the cage and I could feel my asshole burn and twitch around the plug. Why did Smith's humiliation of me always excite me so much? He gave me two tablets. 'Here take these, not that it looks like you need it you cocksucking bitch' . I swallowed the Viagra and the next thing I knew, Smith took a small key and unlocked the cage and strap. My cock sprang up immediately covered in red marks from the cage, but free at last. A big drip of cock juice fell onto my boss's desk. Smith gave my hard dick a painful slap. 'Get up on the desk, on all fours', he ordered. I had never felt so naked, vulnerable or humiliated as I was at that moment. This was my boss's office for Christ's sake. I pictured the number of meetings I had had with him in this very room and my face reddened with shame. I was sure he had left for the evening, but even so this was a scary, humiliating experience. Smith walked round the desk, looking at me and slapped my ass hard. My cock stayed rock hard although of course the Viagra hadn't even kicked in yet. Smith's cock bulged in his cutoffs and he gave out that tang of clean masculine sweat that was like a pure aphrodisiac to me. After over 1 week without cumming, after being denied any satisfying sexual contact with this sex stud I felt like a tightly wound spring, I knew that I'd cum in about 30 seconds if only Smith would let me touch his gloriously hard dick. My cock dripped again on to my boss's desktop and my asshole twitched like a pussy around the firm black plug. 'Well pussiboi, looks like you are ready for some action. You wanna swallow my dick and push you slutty pussiboi tongue up my ass? You wanna service me cocksucker? Is that what you want? He slapped my ass again hard, then again and again until my butt cheeks where stinging. My cock twitched, fuck I thought, am I gonna shoot just from having my ass slapped? He'd brought my belt from my office and picking it up he started running the leather across my body. He pushed my legs open so my balls hung down between them and flicked the tip of the belt across my swollen, cum-filled nutsac. I groaned; he flicked again, and again. It was exquisitely painful, but with each flick my nipples stiffened and my cock twitched. He lay the belt across my butt, flicked it and brought it down hard on my ass. One, two, three, four strokes - then back to my balls, flicking the belt across them, then back to my ass. He pulled out the plug and I felt the cool air on my gaping asshole. Flick, the belt tip stang my open pussy. Flick; flick again right on my open hole. I groaned and yelped but loved every second. Never had I felt so totally naked and exposed and so totally on the edge of a powerful orgasm. But Smith kept playing with me, flicking the belt on my swollen balls, on my sensitive twitching hole and finally he delivered six powerful, painful blows to my ass. All the time I was groaning and moaning just like a bitch in heat. 'Please, please Sir, please let me suck your dick' and worse 'Yes, please, beat my ass, please use the belt on my ass'. At all my pleading and begging Smith just laughed and called me obscene names. Smith's voice kept whispering hoarsely in my ear, telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was and how I needed to be controlled and dominated and made to beg for cock. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. 'Well, Jase, looks like we have an appreciative audience'. Startled and scared that it was my boss, I span my head round and there was Eliot, standing in the doorway to my boss's office, grinning at the sight before him and rubbing at a sizeable bulge in his tight, gray uniform pants. I groaned with the humiliation of this. But I caught the smiles between Smith and Eliot and the handsome black guy walked in, closed the door behind him and came and stood in front of me. He grabbed my head and rubbed his bulging crotch into my face. He stepped back and unzipped his pants and his 8 inch black dick sprang out. It was cut, and beer can thick, he stepped close to me again and slapped my face with his hard dick. 'Come on cocksucker, eat my big, black cock'. I tried to catch his cock in my mouth but he just laughed and kept slapping my face with it. Eventually he held my head and thrust his dick between my lips. I could smell his powerful musky male odor and taste his salty cockhead. Just at that moment Smith delivered yet another blow to my stinging, red ass and as my lips stretched wide and Eliot's thick cock made me choke, my cock twitched and I came with what seemed like an incredible release. Over one week's worth of pent up ballcream shot out of my spasming cumslit. My balls churned as Smith flicked them with the belt tip and my cock jerked and spasmed, 4-5-6 no 7 times sending volleys of hot cream all over my boss's desktop. I groaned a deep moan of pure pleasure as the cum kept shooting from my painfully hard dick. The guys paid no attention to my cumming. Eliot thrust his dick further and further down my throat, while Smith continued flicking my balls, hole and butt with the belt. My cock stayed rigidly, painfully hard with drips of hot spunk still falling from the gaping cum slit. My whole body seemed on fire, and as the Viagra kicked in I could feel the stinging burning sensation in my ass and my cock. Every inch of my skin seemed alive to sexual sensation and Smith's belt work heightened the sensations. I seemed to have moved beyond the pain to a level of pure sexual longing and desire. Eliot wasn't gonna last long, I knew that. He was way too excited by the whole situation of dominating one of his white male colleagues. His thick veiny cock thrust in and out of my mouth, making me gag as it pushed against my throat. He kept muttering 'Yeh take it cocksucker', 'Take it you white bitch, I'm gonna use you as my bitch every fucking day white boy'. He started groaning and his balls tightened and I knew he was gonna nut. He pulled back, so the first shot of scalding hot spunk hit my tongue so I could taste the salty, funky cum, the other shots he directed over my face, leaving me dripping with his copious, thick load. He stood back and grinned at me. 'Lots more of that for you everyday white boy', he and Smith laughed. 'Come on cocksucker, get up' ordered Smith. I jumped down off the desk as Eliot buttoned up his pants. 'Clean up the desk cumbreath, said Smith, and automatically I bent and started lapping my huge load of spunk off my boss's desk, while Eliot stood watching. 'Jeez', he sighed 'You got this white bitch trained well dude'. Smith just laughed. 'Yeah, man, just you make sure that you use him well when I'm not around'. Eliot laughed 'Oh I'm gonna use him well, don't you worry about that. I know plenty of guys who need a well-trained white bitch like this to service them'. He was still laughing as he left the office. After I had cleaned the desk with my tongue Smith and I went back to my office. I went to get dressed in my work suit, but Smith grabbed me. 'Not so quickly, pussiboi, the fun's only just started for you. Put these on'. He handed me some clothes. Tight thin shorts and a ripped T. Unlike his clothes, which emphasised his masculine body, the clothes he handed me seemed to shout cheap slut. My hard cock bulged obscenely in the low-slung shorts and my hard nips looked so slutty in the ripped, cut off T-shirt. I put on the trainers he'd brought and we started to leave. Just as I got to the lift my boss came out of his office. 'Ah Jase. I just came back for those Hibberd case papers. Are you working late to catch up on work?' I looked at him embarrassed by my clothes and the dried semen I could feel tightening on my face. 'Yes, sir, yes and now a friend of mine has just come to meet me and we are going for a run'. My boss looked me up and down. I was sure that he couldn't miss my hard dick. I blushed. 'Emmmmmm, yes, a run you say, well, yes I'm sure you need to exercise after a long day. By the way Jase, do you know if anyone's been in my office? Some papers have been moved and there's a strange smell'. He looked at Smith, then back to me and his eyes rested for a few seconds too long on my bulging crotch. 'No sir', I managed to mumble, 'I didn't see anyone'. 'Probably the office cleaners then, though it doesn't smell like polish. Anyway, see you tomorrow Jase. Nice to meet you ... '. He held out his hand to Smith and Smith grinned back and answered just 'Smith' and shook my boss's outstretched hand, 'I'm one of Jase's closest friends'. 'Well, good to meet you Smith. You take good care of Jase here - he's one of my best employees'. 'Don't you worry sir', smiled Smith,'I always take good care of old Jase here'. My boss's eyebrows shot up at this comment and I could see a grin playing round his lips. Luckily, the elevator arrived at that point and we left. We passed Eliot in the lobby as he grinned and shouted after me, 'See you for more tomorrow white boy' as we headed for the car lot. It was dark now, but a warm evening and I expected we would go directly home. I wanted more. I wanted everything that Smith could give me. He drove in his usual controlled, wholly masculine way but soon I realised we weren't heading home. 'Where are we going?' I asked. 'Shut up cocksucker. Like I said we are gonna have us some fun'. We turned into a rest stop near a wooded park. I kind of knew this place. I'd never been here but I knew the reputation of this park for nighttime cruisers. There had been police action here before and last summer loads of guys had been arrested for sexual offenses; it had made the local papers. I groaned inwardly at what I guessed was coming. Smith stopped the car and made me get out and marched me into the bushes. Soon my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I began to make out people, well, guys, wandering or stood around. Smith pushed me on and a tall guy suddenly stood in my way. 'This your bitch?' he asked Smith. 'Yeh he's mine, but tonight everyone gets a share, follow us if you want some, he's worth it'. My whole body shook at these words. I was scared and yet powerfully turned on. I wanted to run away and yet knew that I wanted everything that was coming to me even more. I could feel my asshole twitch with longing to be fucked and my butt was still stinging with Smith's belting. I felt like a complete slut who wanted to be used. Smith pushed me on, the tall guy following, until we reached a clearing with some fallen tree trunks. I made out some guys standing round either singly or in groups. I could see two guys standing with a third kneeling in front of them, his head bobbing from one erect dick to the other. Smith pushed me to the ground in front of the tall guy who'd followed us. He pushed my face into the guy's already open crotch and I breathed in the smell of his sweaty, unwashed cock and balls. Seconds later his cock was down my throat and I was getting my second face fuck on the evening. Guys started to gather around us. Urged on by Smith they started forcing my face onto the guy's cock, until I choked. Other hard cocks were slapping at my face and eventually I was forced to suck another cock, then another. I had three or four cocks in my face and I was trying to suck them all. I abandoned myself to cocksucking. A small part of my brain registered what I was doing, stood outside myself and watched myself perform, but that just made the whole thing seem hotter. I was behaving like a slut, like a whore: only worse than a whore as I was doing this because I really wanted to, because I really needed it. I was vaguely aware too, that Smith was standing watching. He urged the guys on to finger or slap my ass, to roughly twist my hard nipples and stiff, dripping cock. But mostly I was on a cocksucking high, barely able to register anything beyond the quantity of rigid manmeat being forced into my mouth and smearing my face with quantities of delicious, salty precum. Finally I managed to get two large cocks, one black, the other white into my mouth at the same time and not just the heads but almost halfway down the shafts. I thought my jaw might dislocate as both guys pushed harder, before they got into a rhythym of one guy thrusting while the other withdrew, then vice versa. Then they would take turns as one fucked my throat deeply, his sweaty musky pubes filling my nostrils with pungent male scent, while the other slapped my face, then roughly the second guy would pull me off the engorged fuckpole and force his dick down my throat. I became conscious that the first, tall guy now had three fingers stretching my spanked, reddened butt. My whole body felt alive. It kinda felt like I was having a continuous orgasm, I can't recall how many actual times I shot my load, the Viagra kept me hard and greedy for more. As the two guys fucked my face and the tall guy replaced his fingers with his long dick the others stood around, fingering my nipples and stiff cock and jacking their cocks. One of the guys in my mouth lost control and fucked my throat so hard I almost choked, but then came in a tremendous orgasm that flooded my mouth with bittersweet spunk. Again I nearly choked on the volume of that guy's delicious juice and spunk was flowing out of my nose as well as drooling from my mouth. But as he withdrew another of the waiting guys took his place and my mouth was filled again. The guy fucking me got into his rhythym and the fucking was hard. He withdrew almost to my ring before plunging back in. Sometimes on the in thrust he'd slap my ass hard, sometimes he'd rotate his hips so the tip of his long dick made a circular movement over my sensitized prostate, I know he made me cum at least once: it may have been more. As if these sensations, this giving myself over wholly to the total sluttiness of group fucking, wasn't enough. Smith would lean close to my ear, so close I could smell his intoxicating male odor and feel his sexy warm breath on my neck and ear, and growl and whisper hoarsely with his sexy faint Southern drawl. 'Look at you, you slut, you total pussyboi. Look what I have made you into. You can't get enough cock can you cocksucker? All you want is cock, you want to feel and smell and taste guy's bodies, don't you? This is what you need so badly. You're mine now and I can make you do whatever I want, because you want it too, don't you fag?' Smith's whisperings made me crazy with desire. They fucked my mind just as my body was getting fucked and I felt my ass burn and spasm and I came yet another load onto the damp ground beneath me. My orgasm, and spasming asshole pushed the guy fucking me over the edge and with a deep growl he emptied his spunk into my ass in 6-7 hard thrusts of his hips. The guys at my face started to cum too and suddenly cum was flying everywhere: over my face, into my hair and over my lips and greedy tongue. The guy pulled out of my ass and the guys moved away from my face and I kinda collapsed onto the cool, damp grass and leaves. When I next looked up there was just Smith standing over me, smiling his damn sexy smile. 'Come on pussyboy let's go' he ordered. As I stood I went to wipe some of the cum loads off my face. There was so much it dripped onto my pecs and hard nipples as I stood. 'Just leave it cocksucker', ordered Smith. 'I like your face covered in cum like that'. I looked round for my clothes. 'Forget it cocksucker', laughed Smith, you're walking outta here just like that'. As we walked back towards the park entrance, I could feel the cum oozing outta my hole and down my legs and the thick, syrupy cum dripping off my face down my body too. My still hard cock bounced up and down as we walked back and I felt every inch the whore. Yes, I was disgusted and humiliated by myself, but also excited. The slutty side of me loved this; I even wanted more. Just as we left the park and were heading for the car I saw a group of five or six guys, teens really, approaching. I tried to head off into the bushes, but Smith pulled me back and made me keep on walking. As I passed under a streetlight they saw me. They started hooting and yelling at me. Smith just watched as they stood round laughing. 'Oh my god man, look at this dude's face'. 'Fuck man he's covered in jizz, holy shit this is so fucking sick'. Smith just leant against the lamppost and said 'Well why don't you guys add some more'. 'Come on, jack off over this slut it's what he wants'. Saying this Smith stood and walked over and forced me to my knees. A couple of the guys were now feeling their bulging crotches, and a couple backed away saying 'Fuck this is too weird fag stuff. let's go'. But one guy finally got his 7-inch dick out and starting jacking it in my face. I tried to lick it and the others joined in. 'Fuck man, he wants it. Look he wants to suck our cocks'. There on the sidewalk, open to passing cars those young guys starting jerking off over me. I sucked a couple, but they were so excited they started to shoot quickly. Soon, 5 more loads of fresh sweet boycum showered over my face and upper body. I managed to get some in my mouth and swallow the delicious sweet cream and my cock twitched. As soon as the last guy groaned and spurted his creamy load onto my waiting face they ran off, shouting and hive-fiving each other and Smith pushed me into the car. He drove home. Made me get out naked and follow him into his house and pushed me upstairs. 'Kneel here'. He said pointing to the floor infront of the mirrored door of the closets. 'Get down on all fours facing the mirror'. I was shocked by what I saw. My lips were swollen with cock sucking. My face was covered in spunk stains, some still wet, my hair clotted with dried cum. Smith stood behind me and stripped. I took in his lean, powerfully fit body and his upward curving erect dick. He knelt behind my upturned ass and without touching me, drove his whole length deep into my asshole. He fucked me mercilessly, his thick dick grazing my bowels and prostate with every thrust. My whole body opened up to him as he leant over me. He ordered me to stare in the mirror at my cum-encrusted face, while he eyeballed me in the mirror. He pulled and twisted my nipples as he fucked me. 'You're mine slut' 'I can do whatever I want with you. Your body is mine, I can feel how you want me, how much you need me'. The pounding went on, and on. The smell of Smith's sweat filled my nostrils, mixing with the heady smell of cum on my body and face. 'Oh fuck man', yelled Smith, 'Fuck, I've never had as good a fuckboy as you'. He withdrew from my ass and I felt empty. He pushed me down face up and squatted over my face. First I tongued his musky sweaty hole, greedily eating his ass as much as I could, trying to get all my tongue as deep into his glorious male hole as was possible. Then he slid back, and positioning himself, started to fuck my mouth as forcefully as he had just fucked my ass. 'Oh god, man you are the best fuck. And you're mine man. I own you now. Fuck I'm gonna cum'. He yelled out as his dick erupted into my hot, hungry mouth. Shot after shot of his scalding thick juices coated my tongue, throat and lips. The taste was so good, my hips bucked and my swollen, sore cock erupted in one last orgasm. I was Smith's. I knew that now. This was where I belonged and where I needed to be.