Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 06:17:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Danny__Young <Danny__Young@gay.com>
Subject: cum pig 10

Cum Pg 10

By Danny__Young@gay.com

The next few times Shannon took me to the Tool Box, he seemed bored.  Like
almost any bar, it was usually the same crowd, and so they all knew I was a
cum pig. They'd seen proof... more than once, and there were vids to prove
it.  So as I sat on the floor beside Shannon, they would rub their crotches
in my face, or actually pull their cocks out for me to suck which I did.
Shannon would just sit there drinking his Red Stripe. Once in a while he
would look down on me with my mouth full of cock. I would look up at him
and try to lock eyes, but he would turn away. If my face was being fucked
particularly hard, and I was making choking noises, that might get his
attention, but not often.

 I was bored too.

Then one night when he picked me up he said, "We going to a bath house".

Of course I knew what a bath house was, and I was instantly hard. But I
also thought they had an age limit, and I mentioned that.

Shannon laughed and I felt stupid. In the gay world, age is just a
suggestion.  And the straight authorities would NEVER dare to raid a gay
establishment, even a bath house, after the backlash they had to endure in
the past when they had dared.

When we got there though, the guy at the front was one of those bitchy fags
who is one of the main reasons there's so much gay bashing. Fuck, I wanted
to bash him myself. All attitude and snot. He was okay with Shannon, but I
swear he sniffed in that hissy way these guys have when he looked
sneeringly at me.  I thought he wasn't going to let me in.

"A room please" Shannon said.

The hissy missy looked down his nose at me and snapped out the price,
whatever it was.

Shannon paid and we were buzzed inside where the smell the lust of lust hit
me full blast.  It was hot and humid, almost choking and there was a
combination of aromas.  I recognized the smell of a Laundromat, a high
school gym, a locker room in that gym, disinfectant, poppers and... Cum.
That slightly acrid smell I love so much. I could also hear skin slapping
against skin, whispered sex talk and moans.  Some of the sex talk and moans
came from guys having real sex behind the closed doors we passed, and some
came from the monitors playing porn. All of this in semi-darkness, while
gay-club music played.  It was intoxicating and I quickly forgot that bitch
at the front.

When we got to our room, Shannon told me to get naked.  He kicked off his
sandals, and peeled off his shorts and tee leaving on his boxer briefs. He
had a semi, which I looked at hungrily.

He grabbed one of the towels we were given when we came in, slapped me on
the ass and said, "Let's go".

I looked at him questioningly.

"Showers", he replied.

He led the way.  I followed and for the first time took a really good look
at his ass, outlined by his boxer briefs. It was USDA prime. Then I thought
about him being fucked; a hard cock splitting those 2 half melons.  That
made me hard for some reason, so when we got to the showers my cock was
waving back and forth in the air.

We passed a few guys who had towels tied around their waists who watched us
as we passed them

The shower had 3 walls, with 3 shower heads on each.

"Use the middle shower on the wall facing outside so guys can see you", he
said, adding, "Take your time" .

He sat on the edge of a hot tub just outside which gave him a clear view of
me.  Everyone else who passed by also had a clear view, and there were a
lot of passers by. Apparently the sound of a shower being turned on is a
signal that there might be some fresh meet. So there was steady flow of
traffic passing in front of the shower where I was slowly lathering up
checking me out.  Once, twice, a third time.  I leaned back, letting the
flow of water rinse my hair.  That meant that my hard cock was jutting out,
and water was running off it.  I closed my eyes and let the water splash on
my face. All of a sudden I felt warm-and-wet on my cock which had begin to
soften. But it quickly changed its mind -- someone was sucking me and it
felt great. .

"NO!"  Shannon commanded.

I wondered why he didn't stop the guy before he put my cock in his mouth,
until I realized he wanted to me to feel the guy suck me, and then make him
stop. But the guy wasn't going to let go without a fight.  He continued to
try to coax the cum out of me with his very hot mouth.  I briefly wondered
if I was that good at cock sucking, because OMG it felt good.  But I pushed
his head a away and my cock came loose with a pop.

"C'mon, baby. Let me". He was so pathetic as he looked up at me, the water
cascading off my hard cock and on to his begging upturned face.  He was
about 35, in good shape and I was tempted, but I turned off the tap and
walked out. Shannon took the towel and to my surprise, dried me off.  The
rough fabric of the towel and his rough drying felt great.

Then he led the way back to our room, where he opened the door, grabbed
something inside and locked the door again.

He walked away and I followed. We went into a room that had rows of some
kind of seating built into 3 walls like a theater of some kind.  It was a
bit darker here but I could make out flashes of blue-white at various
levels which by a quick guess went up about 10 rows.  I thought there must
an ultra violet light highlighting something.  Of course.  White towels
wrapped around guys' waists.

In the middle of the room was something I had never seen before.  It looked
a bit like a table, but it there were straps attached to it.

Shannon walked up to it and seemed to be checking things out.  I heard some
movement from the guys sitting in the rows of seats, like they were
suddenly paying attention, like a show was about to begin.

The table, or whatever it was seemed to pass Shannon's inspection and he
waved me over.  You may have noticed that since I tipped over and became a
cum pig, I don't talk that much. And people don't waste a lot of words on
me either.  This time was no exception.  I looked at Shannon questioningly,
again, and he said simply, "It's a fuck bench. Get on".

I walked up to it uncertainly, because I had no idea what it was. I walked
around it and when I came back to where Shannon was standing, he put a hand
between my shoulder blades and pushed me down.

I was off balance as I fell and grabbed onto the first things I could which
were jutting out of the sides and I used them to break my fall, which it
turns out was exactly where Shannon wanted me to be.  They were
handles. And suddenly I felt myself being strapped to them. So I could hold
on, but not move my arms. Or escape. Next I felt one of my legs being bent
and strapped into a stirrup. Then the other. That meant that my ass stuck
out. Then Shannon strapped my knees to the bench. I didn't know it at the
time, but that meant I could brace myself.

I couldn't move very much so he came up to my face and showed me what he
had taken from our room.  It was a Sharpie attached to a string.

"I'm just gonna tie this Sharpie to that strap over there and every guy
that fucks you is going to mark your ass. At the end of the night, we'll
add them up"

There were moans from the seats.  There was also a moan from me.  I mean,
how hot was that?

Almost immediately I could sense 2 or 3 guys circling me. I heard and then
smelled vials of poppers being opened and inhaled.  Then there was a thick
cock head at my pucker demanding entry.  I was dry and it hurt.

"I'm gonna mark you first!" It was Shannon.

I knew exactly how he was positioned.  I couldn't move, but I knew.  He
would keep pushing his cock head until it gained entry to my sk8er boi
hole.  And that would be the only contact he would have with me other than
to slap my ass.  He would fuck me like he was a cowboy on a bucking
bronco. Maybe even waving an arm in the air once in a while as he fucked me
so all the world could see that it was a rough ride and he was enjoying
every minute of it.  He would look at his cock sinking in and out of my ass
as casually as if he were doing bicep curls: watching his muscle get
exercise with this inanimate object.  Then when he was done, when he had
shot his load, he would casually toss me aside, like a bar bell. .

Fuck that was a hot image. Only an image though because I couldn't see. Or
could I?

There was no music in this room. All I could hear was Shannon's pelvis
slapping against my ass.  It was a pre-meditated fuck. He had planned it
and was executing it with precision.  And I was totally into it. As much as
I could I moved to coincide with the fuck rhythm he had established. And as
the sweat beads grew, I found the leather straps loosened a bit and I could
raise my head. It was then I noticed a mirror panel beside one the of rows
of seats.  To see Shannon fucking me.  A big smile on his face as he plowed
into me. Behind him I could vaguely see disembodied cocks being stroked.
Cocks that poked out of the blackness and were aimed at Shannon and me in
full fuck mode.

Suddenly there was a cock trying to force itself into my mouth. As if. As
if it had to force its way in. As if in answer to a cum pig's prayer: mouth
and ass being fucked at the same time.  I felt something warm and wet hit
my right cheek, followed shortly by the same feeling on the nape of my
neck. Someone in the audience had shot already.  Nice. Shannon and the guy
fucking my face kicked it up a notch, Well yeah.

Suddenly a vial of poppers was forced between the cock fucking my mouth and
my nose. Oh God!  I wanted to fuck Shannon with my ass, but I couldn't. I
was held in place by the fuck bench. I wanted to cry. I wanted to fuck his
cock.  My throat opened for the guy in my mouth.  It was like I had been
attached to a live electrical wire. I convulsed as I tried to get as much
of these 2 cocks into me as I could. Cock, COCK, C O C K.  The world was
cock.  And I wanted them all. All 6 billion of them

Even an accomplished fucker like Shannon can only take a convulsing sk8er
boi ass for so long.  I could feel that familiar swelling with my ass walls
and I knew he was close. The guy fucking my face leaned over. I think he
wanted to kiss Shannon, but Shannon wasn't interested. He laced his fingers
behind his head and let me convulse around his cock, leaning back as I did
so.  He was perfectly still.  Then he grabbed my hips, sunk into me as far
as he could go and let loose.

He didn't start fucking me again, although I wanted him to.  I just felt
his cock throb, and throb and throb again as he made a cum deposit deep
inside holding my ass tightly against his pelvis.

FUCK!

That meant I was now officially fucked on the fuck bench.  Shannon pulled
out of me and marked my ass with the Sharpie.

I was surprised and quite impressed that the guy in my mouth had held off
so long.  Shannon came up to my face, pushing the other guy away, and
forcing his cock in my mouth so I could clean it.  That was too much for
the face fucker who started to make the "cum sounds". Shannon was
obliging. He put a finger into my mouth and stretched it open so the guy
could shoot his cum over the teeth in the right side of my mouth.  The cum
leaked out of my stretched mouth which still had Shannon's softening cock
in it.

"Thanks dude", the guy said to Shannon and he replied "No problem"

As the jizz dribbled down my chin I felt another cock at my ass.  Because
Shannon had paved the way, he sank into me easily. I heard a match being
lit, and I knew that Shannon was sparking up. He was settling in to watch
the proceedings.

I had cum up my ass, in my mouth and over my face and neck. And I had been
on the fuck bench, for max, 10 minutes. And I had 1 mark on my ass from the
Sharpie.

I could sense more and more guys coming into the room.  As I mentioned in
the Tool Box stories, not everyone wants to fuck someone in public. (Too
bad!!)  So a lot of guys were there to watch from a distance and maybe
connect with some guy a little less obviously, instead of fucking me. (Too
bad!!)

 There must have been some kind of sound proofing which stopped the music
from outside. All there was was the sound of the room. So I could hear
towels being removed.  And other indications of man-sex.

I was pinned to the fuck bench. I had one mark on my ass. I was about to
get another as the second guy started to deep-dick me.  He was good. And
the audience was appreciative. An audience which was much larger. I could
tell from the increased heat in the room.  They were encouraging my fucker
by saying things like ,"Yeah, fuck that ass!" Dirty talk is so cliché, but
I'm totally into it.  Every now and then I would hear a guy grunt as he
shot his load.

Shannon took charge.

"Don't waste your loads guys. Shoot on his face or wherever. He loves it."

And he was right. I do love it.

Almost immediately I felt a ribbon on cum on my right calf.  I don't know
why, but that drove me wild. I clamped down on the cock in my ass, I licked
my lips like a 25-cent whore hoping to tempt someone to fuck my face.  It
didn't take long.  But the owner of the cock didn't know what he was doing.
He must have been very young, or straight, or both. Because I was on the
fuck bench I couldn't really control him, so he just lunged. There was zero
finesse.  It was like being face fucked with a cock made of marble.  I
swear he could have chipped my teeth with it. As it was he bruised my soft
palate so much that I couldn't swallow solid food for a few days.  Thank
god he spewed quickly, but I was so sore I just let his cum ooze out of my
mouth rather than swallow.

Shannon got the picture quickly.

"Okay, his throat is off limits.  Fuck his ass and mark him or cum on him
somewhere, but no more face fucking".

I sort of went limp in relief when I heard Shannon say that, and the guy in
my ass picked up speed. Maybe he liked fucking an almost unconscious boi,
whatever, he grabbed my hips and pumped a load in me that I thought was
going to come out of nose.  He was loud. Which I totally love. He moaned
and groaned as he breeded me and mixed his cum with Shannon's.  I felt a
few more cum ribbons falls on me as guys shot their loads at the hot
fucking they had just seen.

Then I felt the Sharpie scratch over my ass again. Two.

I wondered what he looked like.

"Next", I head Shannon say.

OMG! Was there a line up?

A line up to fuck me?

HAWT!

So hot, I figured the next guy to plow me, would fuck a cum load out of
me. I hadn't cum in a looong time so I knew it would be intense. Hopefully
someone would make me sniff some poppers at the right time.

Whoever it was got off to a good start; he was thick and long., and slid
through the cum the cum in my ass to the hilt.  Oh GOD!! He draped himself
over my back, and began biting whatever he could reach: my ear lobes, my
neck, my triceps.  He bit hard. And I loved it. He pistoned my ass like a
machine. I mean it. He just fucked and fucked my hole like he was something
from the industrial revolution.  He was on a mission, and that was to dump
a load in me. Deep.  And he did. When you are that focused you soon get
what you want. And he wanted to cum.  When he started to squeeze me with
his arms as he fucked me, he stared to drool. His saliva actually landed in
my ear where he was breathing heavily as he approached orgasm. . The sound
of his pelvic collisions against my ass filled the air.  He gripped me
tighter as I felt his cum coming.  And he didn't slow down. He pistoned and
pistoned his load into me until he was dry.  Then he just lay
there. Catching his breath. Enjoying the afterglow.

But soon, too soon, Shannon said, "Next!"

The guy said in my ear, "Thanks babe. You rock!"

Yeah maybe, but as endearing as he tried to be, when he pulled out, I felt
the rasp of the Sharpie on my ass as he marked me.

Three.

The next cock was average. But once the guy had sunk into me, he started to
knead my ass checks. Like bread. He would spread them as he fucked me, to
get a better look at his cock as it began its fuck strokes.

Shannon spoke up again.

"I know a lot of you guys up in the stands too shy to fuck him, but could I
interest you in a little bukkake?"

He had to explain.

"There's a cum party. And it's on his face"

I could hear the moans of lust even though my moans were the loudest.

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Thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it. (

Danny__Young@gay.com