Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2020 16:05:21 -0600
From: Woody Pecker <storyteller5000@icloud.com>
Subject: Blackmailed out of Boredom

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Blackmailed out of Boredom

I was sitting down to dinner with my wife and her parents when I heard the
ding of a text message. I had been listening to my in-laws and wife discuss
trips they wanted to take and things my wife wanted to buy, ideas for me to
pay for, and so on.  It was gut wrenchingly boring.  This happened almost
every other night since my in-laws moved into a condo less than a mile from
our house. The text message ding was a life saver. My mother-in-law was
closest to the sideboard where my phone rested in a basket my wife made me
put it in while we ate dinner. It dinged again and I suggested it might be
work and so after checking with my wife, my mother-in-law handed my phone
to me.

When I unlocked my phone and opened the message it was a picture of me with
my mouth stretched around a thick cock looking up at the camera. With
another cock resting on my forehead after having just blew a load of cum
across my eyelids, nose, and mouth. The next message was an address and a
message that said "Make an excuse to leave, you have 30 minutes." I quickly
tucked the phone away before anyone at the table could see. An excited
panic ran through me. I thought I might throw up but also noticed my cock
had begun pulsing into an erection. I took a deep breath, told myself this
wasn't happening. That the guys were just playing a joke. They wouldn't
send pics of my first time sucking cock to my family? As I told myself
this, I heard my wife's phone ding in the basket too. My in-laws made a
comment about how important we must be and my mother-in-law handed my
wife's phone to her. I was either going to vomit or ejaculate. My wife
glanced at her phone and said "I don't recognize the number, It can
wait...My phone is almost dead anyhow."

I grabbed it from her and said, "I'll charge it for you Sweetheart" and
jumped up from the table. Luckily no one was paying any attention to me as
always so they didn't even notice that I had practically squealed.  I went
to the bathroom, closed the toilet lid and sat down trying to think quickly
about what my next move would be. I opened my wife's phone and looked at
the message. All it was was three dots "..." but the message was
clear. They had my wife's number. I deleted the message. My wife wouldn't
remember getting it. When did they take pics? Do I remember pictures being
taken? How did this get this far? My phone dinged again. The message this
time was my face with the cum that was resting on my tongue and leaking out
of the corners of my open mouth. I flushed the empty toilet, contemplated
masturbating. Instead I washed my hands, held my jacket in front of my
tented jeans and quickly made an excuse about having to check in at
work. My wife and in laws hardly looked up.

Earlier in the month I had gone to a conference in Vegas. Not everything
that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas it turns out. Innocently, I had gone
to the bar attached to my downtown hotel away from the strip. I was bored
and sat at the bar having a beer. The bartender was on his phone and wasn't
interested in chatting.  I was left to my own thoughts and my reflection in
the bar mirror. Even though I felt like I was a hundred years old, I wasn't
looking too bad. I had just turned 35. My hair was just beginning to show
the first few grey hairs. My posture was good. I stood tall on the
barstool. I only went to the gym half of the time that I told my wife I was
there so my cut, muscled physique I had in college from playing football
had morphed to well padded muscle but solid enough. The other times I
wasn't at the gym I was either eating food that was my wife had banned or
just driving around listening to music. I spent a lot of time driving
around looking for a quiet place to jerk off. It had become my hobby. What
were men supposed to be doing after work? I didn't know. I hardly knew any
other men. I had had a lot of friends in college but they too had gotten
married and I guess were either driving around themselves or knew what they
were supposed to be doing and were doing it. I wonder how you figured that
out. I hardly ever said a word out loud.

Tonight at the bar was another lonely night but in a Vegas so at least it
was new scenery. I knew there was a lot going on in this city. I also knew
I would just walk around in it, observing, not participating, and I knew
that would make me feel worse. I figured I'd have a couple beers, go to my
room, jerk off and go to bed. Wake up and do it all over again. On the bar
speakers: And you may ask yourself, How do I work this? And you may ask
yourself, Where is that large automobile? And you may tell yourself this is
not my beautiful house! And you may tell yourself this is not my beautiful
wife!

Just as I was about to settle my tab a burly, distinguished man in his late
40s/early 50s in a shirt and tie plopped himself next to me. "Mind if I
have a seat? I'm a bit of a talker." I almost hugged the guy. We chatted
for a bit about work and Vegas in general. He too was married and said he
was in town for a conference but not the same one I was. I finished my beer
and he ordered me another. When I tried to protest and tell him I had
better get back to my room and get some sleep. He put his hand on my
shoulder to stop me. He loosed his tie and undid his top button. He invited
me back on to the stool for another drink. I gave in and over that drink he
reminded me that we were in Vegas and should have some fun before we die. I
was enjoying his company and this was the most I had spoken to anyone in a
long time. At that moment it occurred to me that he was right. I needed
some fun or else I didn't know what was going to happen. He suggested we
try something off the beaten path. He said he had met a guy earlier who
bartends at a dive bar not too far from where we were and suggested we go
take a look. I would have followed him anywhere, happy to have something
new happen. I felt almost giddy at the idea of making a new friend.

When we walked into the bar it was really dark and nearly empty. The friend
pointed to the bartender, a good looking guy in his 20s and said it was the
guy he had met earlier. The bartender was short, about 5'6" but obviously
worked out a lot. His compact muscles showed under his tight t-shirt and
jeans. The only other customers were an older guy and what looked to be his
son. That idea was nice, a father and son out for a drink. The father had
his arms around his son, who seemed to be in his 20s. What a loving dad I
thought. When the barman saw us walk in, he gave us a wide smile. He
started to say something but my friend cut him off and introduced himself
as Bill and then me, as Jason. The bartender looked confused for a moment,
probably trying to remember how he knew Bill. So Bill explained it before
he could ask, "Remember, I'm Bill we met earlier today at my hotel." The
bartender didn't look any less confused but offered his hand to Bill.

"Right, well, I'm Hank, it's nice to meet you again, Bill", He said slowly,
probably trying not to look like he didn't remember meeting my friend, "And
it's good to meet you, Jason", He added as he shook my hand. Once seated
Hank poured us and himself a whiskey and then toasted "Here's to new
friends." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bill wink at Hank. I wondered
what it would be like to be as gregarious as Bill. I bet he was rarely
bored. I tried it out, I winked at Hank and he let out a small chuckle and
clinked his glass against mine. They drank their whiskeys in one gulp. I
couldn't. I had to sip but fought hard and was able to get it done in under
4 swigs. I wanted my new friends to think I was fun too so I ordered
another round.

Bill clapped me on the back, "That's the spirit!" His hand didn't leave my
back and before I could think too much about it another round was
poured. Hank joined in again and this time I was able to down my drink in
one go. I was just as fun as my new fun friends. I leaned back into Bill's
hand. His back-patting slowed and turned into him having an arm around
me. Before I knew it another round was presented. Drinking it down again, I
noticed the edges of my vision had taken on a warm glow. This glow was also
in my chest and stomach. I was getting drunk quickly. "I need to pace
myself," I said then worried I wasn't being a fun friend anymore.

"Here's a water, take your time. We have all night. Isn't that right
Bill?", Hank said unscrewing the top of a water bottle before handing it to
me.

"Absolutely right Hank, I'll have a water too." Bill said winking again at
Hank.

"No one ever winks at me" I said surprising myself that my inside thought
was now outside. The guys laughed and Bill's arm pulled me close to him,
our faces just a few inches away. He gave me a slow, charming wink.  His
eyes were blue, he had a thick mostly pepper, salt and pepper mustache
above pale lips and a square dimpled chin. He had abandoned his tie and his
button up shirt was unbuttoned and untucked showing a clean wife beater
where thick fur spilled out everywhere it could. For a second I thought he
was going to kiss me. For a second I wondered if I wanted him to. Then
Bill's hand on my shoulder pulled me to face Hank. When was the last time I
was man handled? I noticed I didn't not like it. It reminded me of players
in the locker room grabbing at and patting each other after a winning
game. Now Hank's face was within kissing distance and I felt the same
curious thought cross his mind. What would it be like to kiss this young
man? Hank's skin was smooth. That's what young is, I thought, no pores,
everything tight. Hank's eyes were brown. He was a little scruffy but
mostly clean cut. He had one deep dimple on his left cheek when he smiled
or chuckled his trade mark deep chuckle. Hank too, gave me a slow wink and
another chuckle. I wanted to touch someone too. I put my hand on Hank's
shoulder and gave a locker room squeeze. Another chuckle.

For an impressive amount of time I was able to maintain the tight rope walk
of staying in the game without getting too drunk by drinking to a 2:1
water-booze routine. And so our fun conversation continued until the booze
piled up where upon I time traveled and found myself in the near future at
my hotel room.

I wasn't alone. My friends were with me. I was pleased about this as this
was really turning into something different. These guys were practically my
best friends now as far as I was concerned. Before I could decide if that
was a good or mostly just sad thing I noticed we were now all shirtless! It
felt like college. My shoes were off and my belt was on the floor. Hanks
arm was around me. His chest had dark hair on it that trailed between his
pecs down the center of his stomach. With his arm around me I could feel
his damp armpit hair tickling my shoulder. His hand rested on the back of
my neck where a couple of his fingers rubbed the stubble that had outgrown
slightly from my zero fade. We were sitting on one of the room's two
beds. Bill was seated on the bed opposite us smoking what looked to be a
ball point pen. He had stripped down to his boxers. His strong body was
covered in coarse hair that went over his shoulders and down his back.

"Are you smoking a pen?" I asked. Hank chuckled. Bill laughed out smoke
that clouded around us.

"It's weed. It's a vape pen", He replied and handed it to me. I smoked the
pen too. My throat burned and I began coughing and wheezing, thick smoke
poured out of me. I leaned into Hank's arm. This is where things began to
get confusing.

***

The thing about Bill is he's a character, a talker. Whip smart and can
charm the pants off of anybody. And well, when he has their pants off the
man knew what he was doing. He's twenty five years older than me but has
the sex drive of a teenager. I'm not complaining.  The man knows how to
fuck. I have a thing for older guys, daddies I guess. I like them to boss
me around and use me for their pleasure. Not all the time but often that's
what I want. Bill is the best at this when I need him to be and he's gentle
as a kitten when I need him to be that. He's the best kisser and it carries
over to his ass eating. He's got a nice big cock that's long and thick but
he'll describe it as being on the handsome side of average when he's
asked. That's the kind of guy he is. Confident but not showy.

It's not all physical with Bill. He's a gentleman, he really is. Honest
through and through. Almost always tells the truth. So what I think this
was, this thing with Jason, the married guy, whatever it ended up becoming
wasn't a trap or a dastardly plan he had laid out. I think it was just him
trying to entertain himself like he does. Him making up stories, causing
funny situations, inventing fun. So when Bill came in with Jason,
pretending to have just met me earlier that day I was just too curious to
not go along with it.

So that's how this started. Bill isn't some evil predator. He was just
having a goof, having some fun. And it really was fun. For all three of
us. Maybe more for the two of us since we were in on it but honestly, we
weren't making fun of Jason. It was just a story that let us hang out with
a hot, funny stranger that felt a little naughty but really, honestly, was
just good clean fun.  And like I said, we were all having a great time. I
just didn't get the whole married-stranger-from-out-of-town thing Bill was
pretending to be at first but it paid off. Man, he is smart, always seems
to know how to make himself relatable to other people. Seems to know what
they're thinking even if they don't.

Was it dishonest? I guess so, but who hasn't told a white lie or two to get
in someone's pants? Jason was both cute and handsome. Like a cute boy
trapped inside a rugged man. He had a baby face with a five o'clock shadow.
Built like a former football player, something like the hefty side of a dad
bod. You could see his chest hair in the the V of his shirt. He had a deep
voice and would say such sweet, naive things. It made me wonder how he
talked in bed, what noises he made, if he asked for what he wanted and how
he asked. I wondered what his cum face looked like and of course, his dick.

It's not like Jason is dumb either. Just the opposite but like I said, a
little naive maybe. It's not like we forced him into doing anything he
didn't want to do. That is clear. He was right there with us. Agreeing to
everything, if not at times running the show. He was having the time of his
life. And the way he was talking before when he first came in, he just
sounded so lonely. I don't know. I know it sounds like I'm rationalizing
what me and Bill did with this guy but I swear, if you were there you would
have seen it. The guy needed this. He was wound so fucking tight. We are
practically heroes.

So yeah, Bill brings this guy, Jason into the bar and acted like he didn't
know me. Going on about him being from out of town and having run onto me
earlier and that it's his first time at a bar he owns. I don't even know if
Jason noticed it was a gay bar. He should have, a daddy-boy couple were
swapping spit just a few stools down. But then again, Jason was mostly
paying attention to Bill. He had been hanging on every word that came out
of his mouth. I've seen this before, plenty of times. The guy got tipsy
pretty quickly but not messy. We learned a lot about him and we told him as
much as we could about ourselves without giving ourselves away. We became
friends. I think Jason would agree. I hope he would. So yeah, Jason was
married to a woman, but it didn't sound like he was exactly happily
married. I guess earlier before they came here Bill told Jason he was
married too. So when Jason asked about his wife, Bill looked at me and
joked, "No complaints really, wish she'd cook meat instead of healthy
vegetarian crap."

"Yeah, that's the nice thing about being single in Vegas. You can get any
kind of food at any time of night with just a few taps on your phone." I
clapped back in mock exaggerated anger at the crack about my cooking. Jason
didn't even notice. He began telling us that he felt like a ghost in his
own home. The guy sounded sad as all hell. Bill listened to him. He's a
great listener. He told him he deserved to be happy and told Jason it
sounded like he just need to shake up his life a little, find out what he
needed to feel alive. He was right. It was true. Even Jason agreed. We had
all cheered to it. My shift was ending and I realized how much fun the we
were having and falling in love with Bill all over again as I watched him
council this lost, beautiful man. I was proud that he had taken all that
energy to make a stranger's night probably one of the best nights of his
life.  I thought it would end there. I thought when my shift ended, that
Bill would pretend to leave with Jason, meet me home and get the hero's
blowjob he deserved. But to both my and Bill's surprise, Jason invited us
back to his hotel to keep the party going. Bill asked me if I was on board
for more. Of course I was. I called us a cab when the midnight bartender
came in to take over.

***

I don't know what to tell you. Half of the time I don't even know what I'm
doing or saying before it comes out of my mouth. It usually didn't go this
far. I was just being silly. Hank, my boyfriend, no, my partner now, seems
to still get a kick out of me pulling this kind of shenanigans. Crazy how a
25 year old kid understands the 50 year old oddball I have become. I'm the
kid's first love, and you know what, he's mine. Honestly, I've had
boyfriends, dates, fun in the past but this is the first time love was a
verb. I was loving someone and being loved by someone. I feel like a big
ol'queer saying it but it feels like freedom. Nothing holding us back from
being ourselves, our weird, weird best selves.

That's why Jason struck me as someone who needed an intervention of chaos
and surprise in his life. He sounded trapped, already dead, he even called
himself a ghost for christ's sake. He was so hot too, just sitting there
wasting away in a boring joyless life. I'm sure charity or team sports
could help him but I only had my unconventional brand of kindness to offer
and with Hank, he was going to get two helpings of it.

When Jason let us into his room, he told us to make ourselves
comfortable. So of course I took off my shirt and Hank followed my
lead. Jason just shrugged and followed suit. It was a good sign. The third
would follow what the first two did. Hank kicked off his shoes, I followed
and Jason took off his shoes and peeled off his socks, tossing them in the
corner. Hank and I did the same with ours.

"What time do you have to be up?" Jason asked me.

"Tomorrow? It's pretty open, I was planning on skipping the last day of the
conference and spending the day at the pool." Which wasn't a lie. I was
planning on hanging out with Hank all day by our pool, drinking and
fucking. "How about you, Hank?"

"I work nights, we can keep this going all night if you can Jason. What's
tomorrow look like for you?" Hank asked pulling Jason down to sit next to
him on one of the beds.

"I don't care." Jason said smiling. Hank looked over at me and grinned and
then made a smoking gesture at me to suggest I break out the pot he knew I
had. I heated the vape pen and took a long drag, held it in and exhaled
towards the boys who now had their arms around each other on the bed
giggling about something I hadn't heard. Without a comment, I took off my
pants and sat opposite them and passed the pot around.

After Hank took a long drag from the pipe, he stood and also abandoned his
pants leaving him now only wearing a black jock strap. He knelt on the bed,
leaned over Jason and stretched out to hand the vape back to me. Jason's
eyes fixated on Hank's young, perfect fuzzy butt framed by the
jockstrap. "Do you play sports?" Jason asked playfully snapping one of the
jock's band on Hank's ass. Hank just chuckled like he does.

After a few more tokes Jason got up from the bed to pee. When he returned
he was only wearing a pair of tighty-whities. "I guess it's that kind of
party now," he joked and sat next to me this time. "Let's smoke more pot. I
feel great." We passed it around a few more times. I was getting very
high. When I get high, I get very horny. Hank does too, he had just stuck
his butt in Jason's face after all.

"Pot makes me horny." I said and cupped the growing package in my
boxers. Hank nodded in agreement and joined me to slowly rub the pouch of
his Jock. Jason watched us paw at ourselves. No one spoke for a
while. Jason's tighty-whities got noticeably tighter as his cock unfurled
itself to one side, his heavy balls filling out the center.

"Yeah," was all Jason managed to get out, moving his eyes from my crotch to
Hanks, to his own. Hank's arm had gone from being around Jason to resting
on his lower back playing with the tuft of hair just above the band of his
jockey shorts. He stood up abruptly and I thought it was all over for Hank
and I. Standing silent in the space between Hank and myself sitting on
opposite beds, his sexy body was almost on full display. The white undies
still concealed his growing, leaking cock but with every burp of pre-cum it
expelled, the head was quickly coming into view behind the damp
material. "I should go put on some shorts," he said as all three of us
watched his cock turn this party into a wet underwear contest. He didn't
move to put on shorts. Just stood there as his cock got harder and wetter.

My cock had wormed itself out of the fly of my boxers, ready to go meet
Jason's cock before I even noticed. Hank brought it to our attention,
"Looks like Bill like's the show Jason." And then all three of us were
looking at my cock. Now, I know I have a nice cock and I'm definitely proud
of it but I was worried that we were in a precarious moment in the
night. Jason was either going to jump off the fence on our side or jump off
on the other and shut it all down. I didn't know what Jason would do when
confronted with the reality of my nine inch hard cock pointing at him.

"Jesus, what do you feed that thing?," Jason joked but didn't laugh. I
watched him and Hank as they both looked at my cock. Hank gently pulled
Jason back down to the bed, ending the idea of him putting on shorts. I
stood up in his place, bringing my cock to face level for them. Even though
I was older than these guys I was proud of my body and proud of my cock and
balls and found myself enjoying showing off for the guys. Hank had seen the
show before but he still looked plenty interested. Jason's eyes were fixed
on it. I decided to go for broke and pulled my boxers down and then kicked
them to the side. Now the boys could see my large hairy balls as they hung
low under my pulsing cock. Hank licked his lips. Jason looked back and
forth between us, looking a little nervous but hopefully turned on. Was I
imagining that part? I was worried that I rushed it and that having my hard
cock a few inches from his face would shock him back to his boring suburban
life before we could rescue him.

"Sorry guys, I guess I'm really high. The wife hates when I walk around
naked", I said as I sat back down and pulled a pillow next to me as a limp
attempt to cover myself.

"Nonsense!" Jason said as he pulled his underwear off and tossed them close
to mine. "We're all men here, and luckily no wives are here to tell us to
behave."  Jason's cock was a beauty. A real thick juicy slab of uncut meat
stood proud over his nuts that were covered with light brown downy hair.
Hank was staring hungrily. I was proud of him for not having dove at it the
second it came out. I was hoping the kid would be able to hold out a while
longer, see where it goes. If he just leaned in and swallowed it, Jason
might freak out or he might pump a load down the boy's throat and then come
to his senses, leaving me with nothing but a sexy show. I wanted this to
continue. I tried to communicate that to Hank but with everyone silent, I
could only try to convey my thoughts with a look.

*****

Jesus, What had Bill gotten us into? I was rock hard in my jock, trying to
hide how turned on I was at the developing situation when all of a sudden
Hank chucked his boxers off, bringing that sexy monster of a cock just a
few inches from our faces. I almost dropped to my knees right then and
there but held off to see how Jason would react to Bill's meat almost
poking him in the eye. We could smell it, it was that close. I loved the
smell of Bill's crotch, can't get enough. I wish I could bottle it. I
inhaled deeply. Jason was just staring at it but I knew he could smell it
too. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head. I thought Bill
had crossed that line too soon but to my surprise Jason took off his
underwear too and was now sitting next to me with a throbbing hard on I
wanted in my mouth so bad I was salivating. Bill was looking at me, giving
me an intense look. Did he just want me to go for it? I wasn't sure Jason
was one hundred percent there yet. Obviously he was turned on and it wasn't
a big mystery that some sort of sex was going to break out at any moment
but I just wasn't sure Jason had come to that realization yet. He was
pretty naive after all, and straight and married. Something had to happen,
I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer with these two sexy
daddy bears stinking of sweat, musk and sex strutting around with their
heavy dicks out just a few inches from me. I had an idea. I got up and
walked to the desk where there was the usual self serve coffee pot and
grabbed three wooden stirring sticks. The guys watched my bare ass as I
walked over. I didn't know what I wanted to happen. Images of the two
daddies spit roasting me came to me. Then I envisioned Bill getting held
down and railed by Jason's straight cock. The next image was Bill eating
Jason out while I sucked his cock. Without even noticing, I had reached
into my jock and was tugging slowly on my hard cock. When I looked up, the
guys were watching me. I withdrew my hand, a string of pre-cum clung on to
one finger until it dropped from its weight back down to the pouch. I
looked back at the men and licked my finger. Watching Jason's heated gaze,
Bill winked at me. I broke a tip off one of the sticks in and tossed it
into the bin.

"I have an unconventional idea," I proposed as I held the sticks in one
hand and used my other hand to slowly pull down my jock, my hard cock
sprang up and slapped my stomach. I kicked it into the pile of their
discarded underwear. "How about we draw straws to see which one of us gets
to be the bitch and blow the other two." I proposed.  Jason looked at
Bill. Bill did his best to look like he was slowly thinking it over. After
a few seconds, he looked at Jason and shrugged. Jason looked down at his
feet for longer and then shook his head and let out a soft chuckle.

"Who picks first?" He asked when he raised his head to look at me. I tucked
the sticks into my fist, trying to remember which one was the short one so
I could pull it but the pot and my lust confused me and I quickly forgot
which was which. I joined them, this time sitting next to Bill so I could
get a front view of Jason and held out my fist in the middle inviting them
to pick. Bill was the first, he hemmed and hawed, first touching one stick
then choosing another. He was such a good actor, he really looked like he
was worried about picking the short stick. Maybe he was nervous. He's more
of a top but I have known him to get into sucking a nice cock before. He
fingered the sticks, looking us each in the eye as he made his final
decision and began to pull one out.

"Wait," Jason said. Bill froze, his stick choice still hidden in my
fist. "I don't know about this."  Crap. We were almost there. Bill took his
fingers off the stick and I went to withdraw my fist from between them but
Jason grabbed it and kept it hanging there. He looked at me " Hank, are you
sure you're up for this? Bill and I are a lot older than you. I don't want
you to wake up tomorrow and feel like we old guys took advantage of you."
See I told you he as sweet and Naive. I reminded him it was my idea and
that seemed to settle it. He withdrew his hand from my fist and gestured to
Bill to pick.  He quickly withdrew a stick and palms it in his hand hidden
from us. I moved my fist to Jason. He did the same. I closed my palm around
the remaining stick. Jason exhaled and held out his closed palm, Bill and I
followed. "On the count of three, one, two,...three."

I looked down. I had a complete stick in my hand. I looked over at Bill, he
held up a full stick. We both looked at Jason. He showed us the broken
stick and then tossed it behind his back and sank to his knees in front of
us.

***

I was drunk and high but I finally knew what I wanted to do with my life. I
wanted to suck cock. As soon as I caught a glimpse of Bill's member through
the fly of his boxers, I knew I wanted to taste that stud's meat. He just
had that effect. I was sure Hank was feeling the same way. I'd catch him
looking at our crotches every chance he could get. We had become shameless
in our lust and weed fog. When I saw Hank looking I just opened my legs
wider. When Bill caught me looking, I didn't look away. Hank in that
jockstrap was making me feel other new things, think other new ideas. His
young toned hairy butt in that jock strap made my mouth water and run my
tongue around the inside of my mouth. It made me think of putting my mouth
in a place I had never considered in my 35 years. Bill was right when he
told us pot makes you horny. I had never been so turned on in my life. Pot
wasn't making me horny, pot was just letting me feel things I had pushed
down and hidden away from myself since puberty. Sitting there frozen on the
bed, I was close to realizing m freedom. Bill had the key to my shackles
hanging thick between his legs. Everything I now knew I wanted was within
arm's reach.

When Hank suggested his game it was like he was reading my thoughts. I was
worried its bare intention would spook Bill. I felt that anxious optimism
that you feel when you're coming so close to what you want but worried
you'll make a mistake and lose it all.

The way Hank had his fist I could see the bottom of the short stick that
Bill was about to pull. I was worried if he pulled it the game would be
off. I couldn't imagine this big strong guy sucking a cock. He would for
sure refuse. I distracted them long enough to get Bill to change his
choice. Since I was the second in line, I made sure to pick the short
stick. In a matter of minutes I was going to have my mouth full of cock for
the first time and I was so excited about the idea that my pre-cum had
pooled up under my foreskin and was running down my shaft to my balls. The
smell of Bills crotch had me hooked from when he stood up and took off his
boxers. I almost dropped to my knees then. Hank had equally stirred my
hunger. Watching his furry butt framed by that jock strap made me wonder
what he tasted like there, at the warm center of those furry globes. Now
that his jock was on the floor his 25 year old cock was practically
slapping his belly it was so hard. The young hard-on was tight and slightly
curled upward. It was wide right behind the head that was pointed to a
taper at the drooling piss slit.

I dropped to my knees. I was about to become a cock sucker. I stared at the
two cocks in front of me for a long while. I wasn't being forced, I wasn't
being tricked, I didn't even lose the game. I had chosen this. I wanted
this. I had wanted this long before I met these two. As I took a deep
breath Bill's hand gently came to rest on the top of my head. It felt
reassuring. I inhaled their scent deeply. Bill gave off a strong manly musk
while Hank's crotch smelled fresh, almost minty. Bill used his other hand
to slowly pull Hank's erection down from his hard belly as he brought my
head to it. I opened my mouth and Bill continued moving my head and now my
mouth on to Hank's cock. I tasted his sweet pre-cum and then behind it I
tasted his salty flesh.  I closed my eye and focused on the smooth skin
that snugly incased the steel-like rod inside. As I brought my lips down
from the head I took notice of how the rounded point of his cock-head
easily spread my lips as it deposited pre-cum on them as it pushed past and
inside them. My lips were pried slowly apart around the flared corona as I
took more if it's length. Next I found my lips stretched as the widest
section of the boy's cock pushed into my mouth. Moments later that sneaky,
leaking cock-head was doing the same to my throat. Bill wasn't rushing
it. He just steadily pushed my head further down the boy's shaft. Right
after Hank's cock-head had begun exploring my throat the wide part of his
cock was in my mouth. My lips closed around it, holding that cock buried in
my throat like a plug. "Breathe through your nose, Jason." Bill said and I
did. Bill's hand pushed me just a little further down and I took a quick
breath through my nose before the wide shaft lodged in my throat cutting
off my airway. My lips felt the silky curls that surrounded the base of his
cock. My eyes began to water, my vision was dimming round the edges, my
ears were ringing. I could hear myself gagging around Hank's meat as Bill
calmly choked me out on the boy's cock. Hank's pre-cum was steadily rolling
down my throat. Bright flashes of pinned light poked through my quickly
darkening field of vision as I stared into Bill's eyes. "You're doing great
buddy. I'm proud of you," Bill said in a deep voice that sounded like he
was whispering into my ear. I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment in
the moment.

***

When Jason sank to his knees I almost shot my load right then and there. My
mind was blown when Hank pulled the guys head to my crotch while feeding
him my cock. He didn't pause at all, just one deliciously slow decent from
pushing his lips open with my cock head and then on down until my cock-head
had reached as far down the mans throat as it ever would all in the first
slow plunge. Jason's throat involuntarily heaved, then his chest heaved,
arching into the air, his legs shook and his arms began to flail a bit but
never tried to intercede in his slow suffocation on my cock. His eyes were
red rimmed and wet, tears streamed down.

"He's out." Bill said calmly as he brought my attention that Jason was now
unconscious, his body was actually being held up by its weight pushing
forward, keeping Jason's throat pushed down on me. Quickly Bill brought
Jason's head up and down my cock the full length violently fucking Jason's
unconscious mouth on my cock. After a few thrusts that had me close to
cumin down the chocked out straight stud's throat, Bill pulled him off my
cock and gave him a hard slap on his right and then left cheek.

Bill calmly but loudly spoke to the sleeping man, "Come on back to us
Jason. Come on on back, boy." Jason's eye's rolled around for bit then
became more focused, he took quick deep breaths, coughing and
sputtering. "That's it boy, you left us for a minute. You're doing a great
job, Jason. Open your mouth cock sucker. You still have work to do." Jason
moaned when Bill called him a cock sucker and under his own will, sank his
mouth back down on me to the hilt. Bill winked at me and took his hands
away from Jason's head to pump his monster cock. He nodded toward Jason's
head and I took it in my possession, taking over command of the stud's
throat. I held Jason's head still and stood up all while buried in the
man's throat. Once standing, I began thrusting in and out of his throat
slowly, When I bottomed out, I'd hold his head steady for a few seconds and
hump into his throat at the deepest point, then bring him back up to do it
all over again. Jason quickly learned the routine and timed his breathing
to it. He was a quick learner. Every time I humped into the tight throat
got me closer to cumming. I could feel that slow tingle start in my balls
and up to the base of my cock, and to my head. My body was loading my gun
and soon I would be shooting my load down that tight throat. I had almost
forgot Hank was there. He hadn't really ever seen me get my cock sucked,
let alone dominate a guy's throat like he had done so many times to
mine. It's from him I realized I had learned how to. I was showing my daddy
what he taught me. I looked over at Bill and he was beaming. Bill stood and
moved behind me, holding me steady with his arms around me, his fingers
tugging on my nipples, his hard cock gently humping the my crack as I
approached my orgasm. "I'm so proud of you boy" he whispered in my ear and
he kissed and huffed against my neck. Bill's body left mine for a bit while
I was pumping Jason's throat toward by orgasm. Bill's hairy body returned
and pressed into mine. HIs right arm held me tightly. I moaned into his
bicep. His other arm remained extended with his phone in his hands. He was
recording my cock disappearing into Jason's mouth and down his
throat. Jason looked up and noticed he was being filmed and let out a horny
growl around my cock. He stared up at us and the phone as his throat bulged
with my cock.  Knowing my daddy was watching, I wanted to try something he
had done to me. I slowly backed up, making Jason work harder to reach my
cock. He huffed and whined as he worked his abs bending forward trying to
catch my cock as it retreated.

"Beg for it." I said as I held my cock just an inch away from his
reach. Jason let out a something between a whine and a whimper.

"Stick it back in my mouth...use my throat man... let me suck your cock
please... please....feed me your cum...I want your cum." Jason didn't seem
to mind being made to beg. In fact, he looked fucking ecstatic.

"Feels good doesn't it," Bill whispered in my ear as he continued recording
Jason's transformation from a buttoned up straight husband to a complete
shameless cock sucker, "Having a hot guy begging for your cock, hungry for
your cum," I moaned in agreement, then a little louder Bill said, "Open
your mouth boy."

Bill reached around and took my cock and jacked me slow and steady with his
usual expertise. A steady pool of pre-cum was spilling out of my slit
now. Bill rubbed it on Jason's lips leaving a wet web from his mouth to my
cock as he pumped it aiming it at the man's desperate mouth. My balls
pulled up. I was getting close. I nodded to Bill to alert him.  Bill
continue his steady strokes as he raised he readied his phone to capture
the moment. Jason watched intensely as Bill stroked my leaking cock just
inches in front of his face. He moaned open mouthed. When he tried to
stretch it open even wider, he drooled openly, horny and desperate for his
first taste of cum.

"Shoot your load in my mouth man...give it to me." Jason begged.

The first shot landed squarely ion his tongue. Jason involuntarily closed
his mouth to savor it making the next shots of cum glaze his eyebrows and
forehead. The next shot splashed against his nose, dripping from there
Jason rolled his tongue around trying to get to the latest offering of
cum. Still holding me upright with one arm, Bill came around with his fat
cock and ran it around Jason's face, collected some of my cum on it and
then pushed it in Jason's mouth for him to taste and clean. Bill handed his
phone to me as he now was holding Jason's head in place while using his
cock to mop as much of my cum in the moaning cocksucker's mouth. I snapped
a pic of my cock resting on his forehead while Bill's fat tool stretched
his mouth. I couldn't stand up anymore. I joined Jason on the floor, knelt
closely behind him. Form there I could tug on the studs nipples and nibble
his neck while I watched him struggle to take Bill's cock up close.

"Look at you," I whispered to Jason, "You fucking slutty cocksucker, you
have my cum dripping off your face while you're choking on another cock,"
Jason just nodded and moaned. His hands reached back to grope and caress my
slimy cock. Bill's was not a beginner's cock. It took some expertise to
suck that monster. Jason was whimpering in frustration at not being able to
get as much down his throat as he wanted.  Jason came off Bill's cock and
turned to look at me. The rims of his eyes were red and wet, tears streamed
down his face mixing with the semen that clung to his cheeks. He reached
out and pulled me into a kiss. I could taste my own cum on his breath and
the musky scent of Bill's cock on his face. Jason held my head still as he
thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. He may have been a novice cocksucker
but the man knew how to kiss a boy. When too soon, he withdrew, I found
myself to be the one whimpering now. I wanted more of his kiss. My face
chased his as he retreated. Instead of taking my mouth again, he pivoted on
his heels still holding my head and firmly used the leverage to bring my
face to Bill's giant cock.

I knew this cock well, had sucked, serviced, swallowed it many times. Now
it was in front of me again, angry red, shiny with Jason's spit, drooling
thick syrup. I whispered to it, "I love you." Jason moved himself behind
me. His hard cock humped my crack, spitting so much pre-cum, he was soon
sliding up and down against my hole. Jason took my head in his hands and
pushed me down on Bill. It seemed Jason might have as much natural dominant
tendencies as he did submissive. He kept his hands on my head, used them to
push my head up and down on Bill's cock.  Even as I focused on sucking
Bill's cock, I felt Jason humping my crack with more pressure. Like he was
going to fuck me only using his pre-cum for lube.  When I tried to turn my
head to assess Jason's state of arousal he aggressively moved his left
around my neck in a choke hold and brought his right hand to push my head
against his arm to hold me still on my lover'c cock. Bill grunted his
approval and didn't waste anytime in transitioning to fucking my throat as
I was held in Jason's tight grip.

Now it was Jason's turn to whisper in my ear, "Take that cock boy, show
your daddies how much of a cum slut you are." Jesus, he was a fast
learner. I looked up at Bill. He was lost in pleasure, his face was almost
a grimace as he violently pummeled his cock in my throat. We had rough sex
before but this was different. Bill and Jason seemed possessed. Nothing in
me wanted to stop them from using me. Which was good because it was obvious
there was no way I could stop them if I wanted to. I could tell Bill was
getting closer to giving me his load. His leg had begun a slight tell tale
quiver. He was also spending more time in the moments where his cock
bottomed out in my throat. Holding it there for a few moments before
pulling back to plunge in again. This moments were getting longer and the
force behind them was getting stronger. Just as I thought Bill was about to
lose his load in my throat, Jason quickly pulled my head off Bill's
cock. Bill was surprised out of his near orgasm fog and let out a confused
grunt. Before he could reclaim my throat, Jason reached up and with a quick
down stroke on Bill's cock, gathered all the throat slime, spit and pre-cum
from it, lubed his cock with it and in one violent thrust sent his cock up
my hole balls deep. I screamed in pain. Jason forced my screaming mouth
back down on Bill's cock without missing a beat. Once inside Jason started
pounding me forcefully.

***

When I realized Jason had taken Hank's hole without asking, I just couldn't
hold it anymore. I buried my meat as deeply in that throat as I could and
shot my cum straight into his belly. Hank was grunting and moaning and I
knew the sounds weren't all from pleasure but I was stunned into non-action
as Jason pulled Hank off my cock after I delivered my load, pushed him face
down on the floor climbed on top of him and began pounding his hole without
mercy. I collapsed back down to the bed drained from my orgasm unable to
muster the strength to save Hank from the assault and unsure I could if I
wanted to. I have never let other guy's fuck Hank's ass. His mouth, yeah,
but I had thought of his hole as only my hole. Now, I watched frozen with
lust as Jason took command of that hole I considered sacred. Hank's grunts
and moans changed. Jason's fingers were in my boys mouth, muffling the
noises my boy was making.Hank's eyes were rolling around in his
sockets. Jason kept pounding him relentlessly. I thought I should maybe do
something, slow him down, check on Hank. But what I did was grab my phone
again, just in time to record Jason speeding up his thrusts and then bury
himself in my boy as he flooded Hank with cum. After he came, Jason slumped
against Hank, nibbling and kissing the boys sweaty neck. Relieved, I heard
Hank's purr like moaning in response to what had just happened to
him. Jason rolled off on to his back on the hotel floor his hairy chest
heaving and sweaty. Ribbons of cum spilled out of Hank's hole and ran down
his balls. He craned his neck and looked at me. We both gave each other
sheepish grins. Jason was soon snoring.

He woke up as we helped him to his bed but not fully. Once we had him
tucked in, Hank and I quietly dressed and made our way out of the hotel and
to our car to drive home. We didn't speak until we were pulling into the
driveway. Only then, did Hank let out a long sigh and say "What the fuck
just happened?"

***

Honestly, I had tried to bury the memories of that night in Vegas and the
feelings they caused ever since I got back. Now, driving to meet Bill and
Hank again, they came to me like bright flashes. Me on my knees with a cock
in my throat. Me pinning the 25 year old boy down, using his hole. Bill's
sexy smile. Hank's gaped hole leaking my cum. The taste of Hank's cum in my
mouth. My cock was practically steering the car.

When I pulled into the address it was a cheap motel with a bar attached. I
must have driven by it a hundred times but had never noticed the place.  I
parked in back where my car couldn't be seen. As I did, my phone dinged.
"Good boy. We will meet you in the bar."