Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2021 01:10:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb delivery jock 5

"MMMMMHHHHHH!"

I moaned uncontrollably as a beefy trucker slid his huge fuck-stick in and
out of my tight asshole. Slung over the dingy sink at a truck stop bathroom
at the edge of town, I felt my tender puck getting roughly used by that
enormous prick. In the dirty cracked mirror, I could see the husky trucker
dude sweating and staring at my gorgeous ass as he plowed me intently, his
heavy nutsack smacking against it again and again. He had thrown open his
flannel button-down, revealing his brawny chest covered in a fine pelt of
hair, his unbuckled jeans fallen around his ankles as he gave me a donging
worth remembering. Looking into my own emerald eyes, I felt consumed by his
colossal cock, needing the release that came from having a dripping dick
inside me, banging me until I could barely remember my name.

This had been my life for the last little while, a never ending parade of
spunk and sex from morning till night. My hot frat boy roommate Dan had
taken to inviting over four or five friends every day, who would party and
then pound one another with their giant cocks, bringing me into their
sex-capades, along with Amir, who was coming by often, as well as another
delivery dude or two. Our house was basically a non-stop gay orgy space,
open and available to all comers, especially if they came a lot. Even in
the midst of this mind-blowing display of hard muscles and boy cream, I
kept thinking of myself as a regular guy who just happened to have fallen
in to this crazy erotic world, seduced by its never-ending pleasures. Parts
of me knew that wasn't so, but it was easier to believe that than face the
bestial call inside me to get filled with as much meat as possible.

The trucker banging me placed his calloused hand on my shoulder so that he
could rail me harder. He grunted as he rode me, throwing back his head and
sending his wild hair in all directions. One of the frat dudes had
mentioned this truck stop during our escapades, telling me it was a place
to get easy dick any time of day, though I hadn't planned to ever come
by. But now, as jizz dripped down my crack----contributions from the six or
so previous truckers who had banged me in here earlier----I knew that this
fuck factory was going to become part of my stomping grounds, if only to
satisfy my constant cravings for cock. Already, I was totally addicted to
the seedy surroundings and the general smell of cum. With a final powerful
thrust, the trucker shoved his long dong deep into my crack, shivering and
rolling back his eyes as he fired a huge helping of splooge into my rear,
setting off a chain reaction that had my huge hard-on shooting off its own
barrage of boy batter.

Wow, Troy, I thought to myself later as I drove to the pizza shop where I
worked, you sure have come a long way since the days of being a totally
straight dolt just trying to make some easy cash in this college town. Now,
my eyes couldn't stop catching sight of hot dads jogging in tight shorts or
stacked studs stretching as they left the gym. Some part of me still
insisted that I was just checking out their athletic physiques out of
curious jock interest. But the twitching in my asshole as images of their
huge schlongs played in my brain shone a harsh light on such
follies. Still, I couldn't help smiling to myself and thinking, well, maybe
this is all an accident. Maybe I fell into some other much gayer dude's
life and was simply stumbling my way through a wonderland of wonderful
boning.

The pizza store was curiously empty when I got there. Usually, my hulking
Greek boss was there to greet me, grinning at me with his beautiful bearded
face and somehow finding reasons to get naked and caress me lewdly. But now
there was just a big pile of pizza boxes with a note on top in his
handwriting. It told me to get in my executive delivery outfit and deliver
this tower to a bar nearby called 'The Sacred Fool.' Feeling somehow
disappointed that I wasn't getting to say hi to my beefy friendly boss, I
grabbed the order and headed out.

The Sacred Fool is our small university town's most well-known gay
bar. There had to have been others, considering how much hot dong was
always being offered around here, but this was really the only one known to
me. I'd never thought about stepping inside before, but now, sitting with
the pizza van's leather seat rubbing against my jock-strapped butt cheeks,
I began to imagine the ridiculous sex scene that was probably going to
greet me the moment I entered. The place probably had the lights turned
down way low, smoke and mattresses everywhere, maybe even one of those
leather slings I'd read about. And (I imagined) probably a line of enormous
cocks just waiting to get serviced by my soft mouth and hole, each of them
drizzling a steady stream of savory precum as they waited. My own
substantial stiffie was growing in the pouch of my jockstrap, my quivering
puck itching in anticipation of the joys it might receive. Man, I had only
just left the fuck stop bathroom and already I was horned up like crazy
again.

Hefting the pizza boxes, I stood outside the bar, feeling the warm sun on
my nearly-naked hide. I exhaled, thinking about how crossing into this
place was like heading over a threshold. Once on the other side, I was
going to have to accept who I really was.

And yet, once I entered, I was greeted with a pretty boring surprise. The
Sacred Fool didn't look like a crazy pit of epic boning. It looked like a
normal bar. There was a rack of alcohol bottles, some booths and tables,
and, aside from a rainbow flag tacked up on one wall, it wasn't all that
different from any other bar I'd been to in my life. Since it was still
early in the day, the space was actually fairly empty, just a couple
patrons nursing beers here and there. Feeling a bit exposed in my skimpy
jockstrap, I walked over to the bartender.

"Cute costume," he said, scanning my well-toned body. "Are you supposed to
be a sexy pizza delivery dude?"

He seemed really nice, drying a pint glass as he smiled at me with his
unshaven face and kind hazel eyes. He was wearing a tank top that showed he
had nicely developed arms but, honestly, he wasn't cut to the max like so
many of the gay dudes I'd met recently. The paunch of his beer belly rose
beneath the black shirt and his overall look was kind of disheveled. As I
set down my pizza tower, he fixed me in a wide grin.

"You looking for something, hon?" he asked.

"Uhh." I scratched my head. "I know this sounds funny but I kind of thought
there would be an orgy going on in here."

The bartender let loose a laugh. "This your first time in a gay bar? What
are you, straight?"

I took a seat on one of the comfortable stools, feeling warmed by his kind
joshing. A strange feeling fluttered in my chest.

"Actually, I used to think that. But now I'm not so sure anymore."

The bartender poured me a beer and handed it over. "Ah, confused. Yeah, we
get your kind in here sometimes."

Taking a pull, I explained that it wasn't exactly confusion I was
feeling. In fact, there was at least one thing I was certain of at the
point----I was a cockhound, a cum dumpster, a hornbag, a bang bunny, a sex
machine, a lewd dude in need of huge dicks in my tight hole, a
jizz-addicted animal ready to fuck and get fucked any time of the day.

"I always just thought of myself as an ordinary, happy-go-lucky guy. But
lately I'm realizing I might be a slut."

Raising his eyebrows, the bartender smiled at me. "Are the two mutually
exclusive?"

Just then, a door in the back of the bar opened and a muscle-bound
bodybuilder strutted out, his ginormous schlong standing proudly erect in
front of his naked body. I could see that he had come from a small outdoor
space that looked lively and crowded, with deep thumping music emerging
from the door. The bartender pointed in that direction.

"I think that's the place you're looking for."

Heading back there with my haul of pizzas, I stepped into a ridiculous
scene. The covered alley behind the bar was well-hidden by the building on
one side and a bunch of potted plants on the other. Warm sunlight filtered
through the space, which was jam-packed with stacked dudes. Most were
conversing with other guys, holding beers, a few with cigars or joints,
pretty much everyone shirtless or, more often than not, completely in the
buff. The atmosphere was lively and friendly, a general kicked-back
attitude going around, with a heavy undercurrent of erotic energy. By now,
I was well-versed in knowing a sex space when I see one, noticing the guys
caressing each other's thighs, pressing in for kisses, occasionally down on
their knees, taking dongs to their face.

The crowd was especially nice to me, whistling as I walked by, calling out
to tell me I looked really hot hauling the boxes in my jock, making jokes
about 'extra sausage' as I went farther along. The compliments made me feel
powerful. Soon I was strutting, smiling, and shaking my toned ass. I gladly
accepted touches on my sculpted chest and arms, knowing that I was desired,
that I could get any dick in the room if I wanted. I realized that I
genuinely got off on being admired, the center of sexual attention, as more
and more eyes turned my way.

Reaching a table, I set down my stack. A hot hippie dude completely buck
naked was leaning against the table, holding a massive blunt and pint of
beer. He had a beautiful beard, hair that came down past his shoulders, and
body hair that spread over his chest, pooled around his crotch and rear,
and covered his legs in a wonderful dusting. He smelled of patchouli and
B.O. His eyes were mega-bloodshot as he gave me a goofy grin.

"Sup, dude?" he said, glancing at the boxes. "Killer! Za."

I looked him up and down, enjoying every inch of his body, especially his
long half-hard dong, with its head hidden by a foreskin cloak, a steady
drizzle of precum leaking out its tip onto his bushy nutsac. Hefting my own
beer, I cheers-ed his drink.

"Hey man, you want some of this?" he asked, offering the end of the blunt.

Gladly, I took the stogie and sucked in a massive hit. Instantly, my brain
felt lighter, my body more attuned to the swirling passions surrounding us
both. More than anything, I wanted to kiss this adorable stoner. I shuffled
closer as I passed the blunt back, letting my exposed leg rub up against
his. He responded by throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"Damn, dude," he said. "You are just about the cutest thing I've seen in
some time."

"Thanks, man." I felt a fluttering in my stomach. "But look, I've got this
problem. Think you can help me out?"

He gave me a crooked smile. "For sure."

I looked around at the crowd, seeing the bounty of incredible physiques on
display, the tender touches, the manly caresses, the promise of amazing
boning that was about to ensue.

"It's just that I've got this funny itch in my ass," I said to the hippie,
turning to show him my stunning butt and tugging at my jockstrap
straps. "Anything you can do about that?"

At that he laughed and, without waiting, dove straight into my aching
crack, sending his tongue right into my twitching hole. OHHH YEAH, it was
fucking amazing to feel his lips on my tender puck, his mouth basically
French kissing my nether regions. He was a master rimmer, knowing exactly
what was needed to get me wet and wild, my hardening cock starting to pull
at the sheer fabric of my jock.

"GOD DAMN!" said the hippie, coming up for air and smacking my right
cheek. "This is the best ass I've ever had."

And so he went back for more, really getting up in my crevice and tossing
my salad for all it was worth. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I
arched my behind to give him more access. Some guys nearby shouted out
cheers for the performance. I intended to give them a great show before the
afternoon was over, one with full audience participation as its main
attraction.

The hippie stood and insisted I do him, bending over and peeling apart his
hairy butt-cheeks so that his hole was practically winking at me. I got
right down to business, licking that luscious opening and jacking his
gigantic uncut dick, which was now fully erect and jutting out beneath
him. Pretty soon, I could feel how open he was to receiving my tongue and
figured that I might as well get some plowing in myself. Peeling off my
jockstrap, I placed the huge head of my prick right against his tight puck.

"OH HELL YEAH, BRO!" he called. "Give me that incredible cock. I want to
feel you sliding up inside me."

No sooner had he said this than I was balls-deep in his crack, his snug
chute wrapped around my enormous dong as waves of bliss swept out from my
groin to the rest of my body. The weed had lubed my brain and my spit had
lubed his asshole, and I felt a cosmic connection as I began to go to town
on his amazing pucker. The two of us grunted and groaned in unison and I
leaned down to feel my chest on his back while grabbing his hard cock for a
reach-around. One of the beefy gawkers watching us from the side was by now
riled up enough to step up to the plate and offer his substantial meat to
the hippie's front end. The hippie swallowed that hot dong straight to the
hilt, clearly loving to be surrounded on both sides by muscles and dick.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I wouldn't mind sharing that
ass. Smiling, I pulled out from the hippie and jacked myself while watching
his hole get stretched by this newcomers enormous cock. I had grown jealous
watching him be in the center of so much amazing action and walked off in
search of further ways to satisfy my burning lust.

That's when I spotted exactly what I'd been fantasizing about----a leather
sling slung up from the roof of this side yard, with a bunch of dudes just
milling around waiting for someone to get in it and get donged.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked, giving those around a wily smile.

There were definitely no objections to me getting in the sling. In fact, a
few of the strapping men helped me in, getting me adjusted and comfortable
and then placing their thick dicks in easy reach of my hands and
mouth. Pretty quickly, I was dong-stuffed, a regular rotation of enormous
cocks sliding through my hands and entering my needy mouth. I felt an
offering whacking against my crack as my legs were splayed up in the
air. Its owner was a stud, a jacked otter probably around my age, with a
shaved head and stunning mustache. His schlong was colossal, stretching my
hole to the fullest as he delivered that hefty shaft into my ass. CHRIST,
this was what made life worth living, a steady supply of dude stank and
sex. I was high both from the earlier blunt and from the extensive banging
I now receiving.

The sling was amazing, placing me at the perfect height for the otter to
rail me, letting me feel his every powerful thrust into my aroused
asshole. He held on to my huge boner as he plowed me, sending me to cloud
nine as pre-jizz spurted from my dickhead. Each cock that entered my mouth
was delightful, with some dudes taking it nice and easy and others grabbing
my head and face fucking the shit out of me. It was one of the best
experiences I'd had up to this point in my new fantasy life.

All too soon, the otter came, filling my chute up with a healthy deposit of
boy cream. But there was no short supply of ready and willing guys waiting
to take their turn with me. Time lost all meaning as I took load after load
in my ass and throat, getting extremely well-used as the life of the party
here in this crazy side alley. At one point, I looked up from the large
dick I was sucking to see that the kindly bartender had come back here and
was standing with his dong out, about to enter my hole. His piece was a
monster, maybe twelve inches in length, and thick enough that I knew it was
going to be a challenge, even for a slut like me. The bartender smiled and
hesitated, as if to say, are you ready? I just nodded, knowing that nothing
would make me happier than to receive that giant cock.

As the tip of his beast touched my quivering puck, I sighed, breathing to
help its passage in, but knowing already that I was a pro. There was a
moment of intense pressure as his head stretched my sphincter----but one
that I absolutely loved----and then his python just kept sliding in, inch
after marvelous inch, until I could feel his crotch pressed against my
cheeks. His balls were ridiculous, heavy and enormous, and they slapped my
butt as he began to buck in and out of my compartment. I was floating
through the heavens as he fucked me, completely in an alternate state of
being, feeling his gargantuan junk repeatedly slam into my ass, rubbing up
against my prostate with perfect accuracy. I moaned and wriggled my hips,
trying to capture as much of that magnificent meat as I could.

Pretty soon, I couldn't take it any more and went over the edge, a huge
orgasm exploding through my entire body. Cum splattered from my cock,
spraying over my abs and chest, hitting my face, and coating some of the
dudes nearby with sticky jism. The bartender didn't stop, thrusting ever
more forcefully inside me, banging me like a champ, and so I came again, a
second helping practically as big as the first splattering over my frame
and the crowd. With a big grin, the bartender kept going, reaming my ass
with his gigantic prick, going in and out again and again. There was a
mounting feeling in my groin, a moment of ridiculous ecstasy, and then I
nutted a third time, this deliverance practically making me pass out as my
schlong shot off like a sprinkler and covered the bartender's face and
body. That, and the continuous twitching in my chute, was probably enough
for him. Licking my cum from his lips, he pressed all the way inside me and
fired off so much cream that I could feel it immediately gush out from
between my cheeks. The riled up dudes around us cheered and yelled like
cowboys.

Getting up, I shook myself and planted a sweet kiss on the bartender's
lips. As he handed me a stack of money, the otter and the hippie came over
to embrace me as well. After making out with the both of them, I invited
them back to my house for some more fun later, and the three of us went
striding out from the bar arm in arm.

* * * * *

Wooh! Well that was another crazy epic. Dumb delivery jock has definitely
learned some things about himself and the world. This is going to be my
second-to-last entry for a while. Coming up in the next chapter is an event
many of you have been waiting for and asking about. Hopefully, we'll see it
soon! More comments always welcome at sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com.
Please support Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/