Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 06:49:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: Gay/Encounters "BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT" Ch 6.. BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT By Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com DEAR NIFTY READER: Please remember nifty.org when an opportunity is available for you to make a donation. Nifty appreciates your donation and support and writers appreciate your donation and feedback. VI. My senior year played out well. I got through the honors courses with 3.+ GPAs and returned home to assume more responsibilities at the Club and Marina operations, while sadly, seeing my parents' health continue to deteriorate. It was tough being stretched between the business roles and that of the caregiver; and their decline lasted many years. When Martin entered the picture as their physical therapist toward the end of their lives, it was like being revived, but that is for a later period. I was 22, and had my act more or less together. My sister had not yet married and abandoned the parental care to me, so I had periodic escapes to Bakersport or across the state line to New Town, the nearest big Sin City. I tried to connect with guys as often as I could when I did get away, since I knew it would be weeks before I enjoyed that freedom again. My escape pod mentality lasted about a year before the sis moved away, claiming "it was just too hard seeing the parents failing." She was just the selfish bitch as ever. Willsport had grown some and there was now a vocational tech school midway between Bakersport and Willsport. My folks had insisted on a major donation to the education future of Willsport children and in fact their donation gained them a building being co-named HENDRICKS-WILLS SCHOOL OF INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY. I was proud and happy for them that their hard work enabled the community to really benefit from the family effort of several generations in the area. Roy jr graduated with an Associate of Science tech degree in mechanical engineering. In fact, he had worked through high school for Ed Samples at the car lot, and Ed had helped him with tuition support. As my escape time grew more and more infrequent, Ed, Roy sr and I had continued our periodic play and they had introduced me to a few guys from Bakersport as well. That diversion helped me remain stable through tough times. Ed's son had no interest in running the car lot and wanted to get away to the big city as soon as he graduated college. Ed's regard for Roy jr made it clear that Roy jr might become the future car lot owner at some point and he was certainly ready to step into that role; but I digress. It was one weekend when I'd met a guy at the Bakersport Inn that turned things topsy turvy. The guy, Tim and I had connected a couple of times and I had begun trusting him as we got into some kink. No serious BDSM just like masks, hoods on me etc. He'd often mentioned sharing our time with friends of his and while I knew some of them, others I did not, so was a bit wary, but again, I trusted Tim to play it safe. As I said, we were at the Bakersport Inn and I understood there would be 2 other guys join us; that I would be hooded, perhaps be on a leash and get fucked by as well as give head to the three of them all night. I was all prepped and eager to get it on as it had been a really tough week at the marina. When Tim pulled the hood down over me, I felt my endorphins charge up and my cock-caged dick throb as much as possible. Soon there was a knock on the door, voices and greetings about and then Tim began the night moving me onto all 4s. Tim called me "their cocksucker faggot for the night" he continued announcing how "the slut never gets enough dick in the ass or down his throat, likes it rough and loves to beg; don't you slut", I nodded affirmatively. Someone unzipped the mouth hole and stuffed a dick in. I aggressively sucked and deep throated the thick but not too long a dick. The three voices urged the guy being blown to "skullfuck the fag" and urged me with "deep throat that dick cocksucker". Plainly, I was in PARADISE. In a short time the guy I was blowing grabbed my head and pounded my throat until he shot his first wad of the night. I recognized Tim's voice as he complimented me, then stuffed his dick in my mouth and rammed it down my throat. At the same time, he reached over my back and grabbed my glutes to spread them wide, telling me to arch my back for his buddy and show off my fuckhole. I did as instructed as I got my throat rammed so well by Tim's thicker and longer dick. Suddenly the pain seared my brain as this monster dick was shoved through my rings and began boring me out. The fucker's hands gripped my hips and he just ass slammed me, all the while Tim boring my throat. The pair of dicks spit roasted me like never before. I thought I would get torn open but my hole is resilient I guess and took the fucking like a champion slut. Tim came first and shot his load deep in my throat. The fucker continued his assault for another good while until he announced "gonna fuckin cum you slut, gonna cum deep in you"; and with that announcement, felt his massive cock flood my guts. This routine and rotation continued for 4 hours that night. When the night was coming to a close. Tim told me to get up on my knees and thank the men who had used me. With that, he pulled the hood off my head and as I blinked to adjust for the lighting, there stood Roy yr, dressed and showing the huge cock that had fucked me so many times that night. I didn't let on that I knew him to the other two and thanked all three "for allowing me to be their slut and hoped to service them again." Roy jr didn't let on either and after he and his buddy Bill left, I blew Tim one more time then showered and left for home. I never co-opted Roy sr and Roy jr or Ed and whenever I did reconnect with Roy jr, it was always away from Willsport. When I would see him in town, we'd be cordial as ever, but never relate to our sex lives apart. That connection with hi has continued off and on for the past 12 or so years. When we've needed engine repair help at the marina and it was too much for our guys, Roy jr always offers to help out. He's as much the gentleman as is his dad and just as much the cocksman.