Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2013 05:16:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: olbert lassiter <olbertlassiter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paying my dues

I love teasing guys.  I'm a skinny guy in college with long hair, and while
I could have fun with the college dating scene, I get off going to bars
where more mature gay guys hang out.  I am not really attracted to them-
when I bottom it is for punks, goths, and sissies- but I love how much they
love my body.  I sit there, in tight jeans and a silk shirt with a few
buttons undone, and I feel their hands.  The boldest guys come up to me and
reach for my bulge.  I let them, but I never touch them back.  Sometimes I
even let them take my cock out and play with it, as long as the bartender
doesn't mind.  (And since I let him suck me off one night, he is pretty
cool about letting guys go far with me.)

When I shoot my load, in my pants usually or in their hands sometimes or
even in a few lucky mouths I get up and leave.  That's it.

One night it was not too different than any other and I was in the bar.
Some guy had actually taken his dick out and wanted me to touch it.  Gross.
I let him rub it on my jeans but told him he had better not cum on them.
But he kept begging.  I got up to leave.  A tough looking daddy type was
watching us, and he came over.  He told the troll to cool off.  Then he
bought me a drink and asked me to sit back down.  (I never got carded and I
never paid for drinks since I started coming here- so much better than
college bars!)

We talked, and he kept buying beers.  All the time guys were walking by,
and i could feel them brush against my ass, or run their fingers through my
hair.  I knew he was trying to get me drunk, but I had a strong tolerance.
I did not have a strong bladder though, and after a bit I went to go take a
piss.

When I was done I felt strong hands on my waist.  I looked into the dirty
bathroom mirror and saw the guy who had been buying my drinks behind me.
What the hell?  He had been nice, if he wanted a feel then fine.  I wiggled
my ass against his crotch playfully (old dudes loved this) and finished
washing my hands.

But then his hands tightened.  He pushed my towards a stall.

"what the fuck dude?"

Still behind me, he leaned in.  I could feel his rough stubble on my ear
and cheek as he whispered.  "Youve been coming in here as a cock tease for
three months.  I have watched you collecting drinks and being felt up, like
some prize princess.  But you're just a faggot, and you have to accept it"

He pushed me up against the stall wall.  A guy came in to piss and didn't
bat an eye.  I knew I had been in here before and seen men having sex, so I
guess it wasn't that crazy.  My man's hands went between my legs, pushing
the denim into my ass as he rubbed.

"listen you cocktease.  If you want me to stop you can just walk on out of
here, but then don't come back.  Ever."

He let go of me.  "Go on dude, get back to the campus bars".

I didn't move.

He leaned back into me.  "This is where you can stop it, get out of here if
you want"

I pushed my ass out against his crotch.  I swallowed hard and then started
to shake my ass against him.

"I knew you were a faggot" he hissed.  He pulled my hair back, and kissed
my neck roughly.  Then I felt his hands go to my fly, snapping it open and
pulling my jeans down.  I looked over to the sinks, and saw a guy washing
up and looking at us in the mirror.  The same gross guy who had wanted me
to touch his erection an hour ago.  Not only was I about to get fucked by
this old guy, but I had an audience.

I heard my pants fall to the floor, the belt and wallet chain clinking. I
heard another zipper, and then I felt his angry hot cockhead against my
ass.  I spread my legs wider for him, and leaned against the stall and
pushed back my ass.

I heard him spit and felt it land on my butt.  Then I felt him between me,
pushing up and against my asshole.  I heard another zipper and saw the old
dude had his dick out now, and was pumping it.

It turned away and looked at the graffiti covered wall.  I gasped as he
entered me.  He wasnt gentle, but he seemed careful enough not to cause
lasting damage.  Thankfully his dick was skinny, and it went in without too
much force.

I heard the door open again.  And another fly get unzipped.  But no
pissing.  The audience was growing.  I thought of all the guys I teased,
and wondered how many were here tonight to watch me get violated.  I
imagined myself on the filthy floor, their dicks rubbing against my face
and in my hair, their greasy cum shooting all over me, stinging my eyes and
tangling my hair.  That only happens in porn stories I told myself, as I
adjusted to the rhythm of the guy pumping me.  This was real.

The other thing that was real was my own hardon.  I felt it oozing precum
against the stall as I was being fucked.  I heard the sounds of guys
jacking off, and I felt the man behind me pulling my hair and reaching
around and inside my shirt to pinch my nipples.

Then I heard the other voices: "fuck him.  Fuck him for me."  "give it to
him" "make him moan" (I moaned)

I started to jack my dick furiously, but he grabbed my arm and held me
back.  "not this way fag" he said, gasping for breath as he kept up the
high speed pounding of my ass.

Then he leaded against me, hard.  My face flattened against the stall, and
through blurry vision I saw at least four guys jacking off, watching us.

I felt the flood up sperm in my asshole, and his slick dick slowed, and
then stopped pumping me.  He pulled out, and I felt cum running down my
legs.  He pulled me back by my hair.  I heard him catching his breath, and
he motioned to one of the men.  It was the old guy who had wanted me to
touch him.  I was still grossed out by him.  But when he walked over to me,
he got next to me, and leaned against the stall.

Then I felt the big man's arms around my waist.  "you haven't cum yet.  But
I know you need it" he cruelly touched by aching boner, giving it a twist
and a squeeze.  "Larry here needs it too.  Since you like fucking with
guys- fuck him now"

This was more humiliating than being taken by the big man.  There at least
I could just relax and enjoy his dick.  Now I had a gross old dude with his
pants around his ankles waggling his ass at me in a dirty mens room in a
sleazy gay bar.

But even though mentally I was disgusted, physically I was excited.  My
dick was hard and I did need to get off.  I had cum oozing out of my ass
and running down my leg.

I got behind Larry, and lined my dick up.  He reached behind and spread his
cheeks open for me.  I could see a tangle of dark hair hiding his asshole,
and knew I would have to feel my way.

Thankfully Larry was a slut.  His ass was loose and my seven inches slid in
easily, smoothly, and without any resistance.  This guy had been putting
out for 30 years or more, and I could tell.  I started fucking him, and he
hungrily thrust his ass back against me.

"yeah, look at pretty boy.  Flirting all night and then we find him with
his ass up the biggest homo in the place". It was the big man, looking at
us and pumping his flaccid dick.  I wondered if he would lick his hand and
taste my ass?

"fuck me pretty boy" said Larry.  "Show me how much you crave ass"

I was getting turned on, and I fucked him harder.  He just took it, wanting
more.  I wanted to fuck him hard, fuck him and maybe even hurt him, but his
ass was just so used that it opened easily, no matter how hard I pumped.  I
felt myself working up a sweat, trying to get friction and get off.

"Pretty boy likes fucking old men.  Look how hard he is working"

I was almost out of breath, and then I felt hands probing my asshole as I
pumped.

"Pretty boy needs a hand, little faggot can't get off unless he is
touched."

The man behind me slid a finger up my cum filled ass, while pressing
another finger against the base of my balls.  That brought me over the
edge, and I came up Larry's ass as I gasped for breath.

I heard another moan, and saw one of the men jerking off shoot his jism on
the floor.

I pulled out, and Larry's ass let out a loose farting noise, and even in
the dim light I could see a big blob of my cum shoot out.  It just missed
my boots as it hit the floor.

I reached down to pull up my pants, and saw fresh jizz on the stall.  I
guess Larry got off too.  I heard the bathroom door open, and the other men
left without a word.  Even the big guy who had fucked me.  Larry turned to
me, and blew a kiss as he did up his pants.

"Come back any time sweetie"

I walked out of the bathroom, and wondered how many men in the bar had seen
me getting fucked, and fucking Larry.  I wondered if I was still desirable
to them, or if I was gradually becoming one of them.  As I walked back to
my dorm on campus, alone with these thoughts, I could feel the cum ooze out
of my ass, and out of my dick.  I knew the answer, and knew I would be back
up against the bathroom stall again.

Soon.


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