Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 03:53:01 +0000 From: Christian . Subject: Bathroom Party DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION - depicting sex between CONSENTING adults and UNSAFE SEX - I do not condone this act and this work depicts it in a world of NO sexually transmitted diseases. Please do not try this, yourself. Thanks. Any comments would be welcome! As I walked into the dingy little bathroom, the first thing I noticed were the three guys that had apparently gotten there before me. The reason I noticed this right off was pretty simple. They each had their pants down or off and were throwing the meat to a fourth guy who was kneeling on the floor in the middle of them all. "Shut the fucking door, man!" One man with a smoker's rasp called to me and I bolted the door behind me. "Take my cock you little slut!" The man to his right said and slapped the fourth guy with his impressive meat. "Yeah, take it like you want it, fucker." I meandered over in between two urinals who seemed to only be there for decoration. They looked like they hadn't been used since the yellowed light bulb that sputtered and fought for light in the oppressive darkness of the room had been new. I propped against the wall and took in the show. The Smoker stood with his greasy t-shirt hitched up under his armpits, his hands on his hips, his cock drooling and bobbing as he watched. He was pretty muscular from what I could tell in this poor lighting and dusted rather nicely with dark hair. He had a thick mustache that completely covered his top lip and a soul-patch that was just as thick below his bottom lip. I saw the dim glint of metal at his chest and knew it was a piercing. That was hot. The man to his right was blonde, his hair cut close on his head. He didn't wear a shirt but his leather pants were pooled around his ankles, tall boots visible though. He was a patchwork of tattoos, none of which I could make out in this light but they covered his upper chest and right arm like a shirt. His cock was still being used as a club and I saw that with each slap to the kneeling guy, a sliver string of pre-cum connected them like a sexual spider web linking them. He was intent on dick-beating this fourth guy, his eyes knit together by blond eyebrows. Long, neatly trimmed sideburns framed his face and they were just as golden blond. Kneeling behind the fourth guy was the third in this fuck-trio. He had dark hair that was pulled into a braid that swayed back and forth as he was obviously fucking the fourth. He wore nothing but a dense coating of hair and a silver chain around his neck. Two black leather cuffs on his wrists were visible when he took hold of the guy's hips and really began laying his pipe to the guy. "Bitch has a tight asshole!" he grunted as he fucked. "Nice mouth too!" Smoker said with a laugh. "Hey dude, you want in?" he asked, obviously talking to me. "We'll share this little cocksucker. He likes it -- the more the manhandled!" "Sure." I said, unzipping my fly and moving over to the group. "Did you lock the door?" The Right Guy said, his hand going to the only stall in the place. "We don't need the cops busting in here." "Yeah," I said, noticing the two sinks behind Smoker being the cleanest things in here. It would make sense, I guess, since everyone probably washed up after being in here. "It's locked good." "Nice piece dude." Smoker said, moving out of the way, handling his cock. "If he doesn't get you off, I'd take a go at that." "Okay," I smiled at him, taking his spot in front of the kneeling guy. "Open that pie-slot, fucker!" Right guy said, forcing the Kneeler to look up. I didn't get a look at his face but I did see the open mouth and I slid my cock into it. It was like velvet the way his lips took to my rod. Running a hand along his face, I felt that it was smooth in the same way and I wondered how old this guy might be. That thought faded as his mouth went to work on me. I didn't give a damn at that moment if he was nineteen or ninety. His tongue slid under my shaft and his teeth bit pleasantly into my fleshy knob when he capped it with the roof of his mouth. Letting a moan out, I leaned back against the sink to steady myself. "Fucking awesome, ain't he?" Smoker said, moving close to me, looping his meaty arm around my waist. "What say you give us that tongue, man?" I presented my mouth to him and he shoved his tongue into it. His mouth ground against mine and I moaned against him. We were mouthing one another while this incredible mouth did the same to my cock. I found the man's hair and pulled hard, still forcing my mouth down on his. Deep in his stomach, he moaned his approval of my rough treatment of him and we moved back and forth together for a long time. I tasted beer, spit and what I was sure was cum on his tongue and in his mouth and I fucking loved it! "What the fuck's this?" He asked me as we broke off the kiss and he reached into my jacket. "Thought you said you weren't no cop!" He said, taking me by the throat and shoving me against the already broken mirror behind us. "Check the lettering, genius. I'm a security guard at night for this park." I told him sarcastically, but truthfully. "How the hell do you think I got into a locked bathroom or knew about this after hours party?" The man held the badge he found up to the dim light and made out the letters. "So's you're alright with all this?" he said to me, closer now. "Hell, I'm getting my prick popped and my tongue swallowed by a hot fucker with meaty hands, what more could I be alright with?" I asked him with a half-smile. "Now, how about you stop talking and get back to the body-groping and tongue swallowing, fuck-boy?" He half-smiled and slipped my badge back into my inside pocket before shoving his tongue back down my throat. His meaty hands manhandled my chest when they'd opened my shirt. Let's just say he wasn't gentle about pulling on my nipples and turning them in his hand like they were radio knobs. Let's also say that as he did it, I heard the guy on the floor with my cock in his mouth gag. Hell yes, the rough shit always DID turn me on and I liked what this fucker was doing to me. "Oh man, that ass is tight!" Right Guy said behind us and I heard the sounds of his sweaty balls slapping the ass in question. "Steve, you gotta get in here with me." I heard the sound of material and rustling, then the guy on the floor moaned. "The hell are they doing to the guy?" I asked Smoker when he let me come up for air again. "Double-header." Was the simple answer, his hands working my pants all the way open and down my hips. "They're fucking him at the same time?" I asked, looking over his shoulder at the threesome. "Damn, he must be one hell of a fucker." "Tell the truth, I've never seen him fuck anyone but he's taken us two at a time for as long as we've been using him." Smoker said, taking my cock from the guy's mouth and running his hand along the length to keep me hard. "You and me can do him next. He's always up for as many ass-fuckings as he can get." "How old is he?" I asked boldly as I was lost in his handling of my rod. "He's young. Probably sixteen or seventeen from the looks of his clothes." Smoker told me, not stopping his hand. "Fuck, that's at the bottom of the heap when he's full of cock. We're not forcing him, he came to us." "Yeah?" I asked reaching for his cock as the kid was moved around so that both the guys could get to him. "How's that?" "Me and Steve, we drive for a trucking company." Smoker told me. "That's Steve on his back, there." He said, pointing in the black to the man lying under the kid. "My buddy, Pack, there, he's my brother-in-law." "Ah," I said, taking hold of Smoker's meat and returning the favor. "Yeah, my sister thinks he's learning the trucking trade. Hell, he drives better than I do -- he just goes out with us to keep us company, suck us off on those long hauls and to get in on this kind of action." I began to stroke him as he talked to me, my other hand finding his nipples to pull and twist the way he'd done mine. He seemed to get the same kind of satisfaction out of what I was doing as I had when he'd done it to me. There was a pause as he stopped to enjoy my torture of his chest. "The kid came up to the truck, bold as brass, and asked if we'd like to have some fun with him." Smoker continued when he'd found his voice. "We told him there was three of us and if he took one, he'd have to take us all." "Yeah? Just like that?" I urged, the kid's groaning punctuating Smoker's story as my hand massaged his cock even more, coaxing some pre-cum from him, even. "Fuck yeah, just like that. The little whore was out of his clothes and on his knees by the time we all got in here good and made sure the door would lock." I looked at the kid, on his knees with the two men grunting behind him, their bodies working in a kind of carnal unity as they fucked him. From the looks of it, the Right Guy, the one standing, would push in first, then as he was pulling partially out, the guy on the floor, Pack, would push into him. The kid was obviously loving what was being done to him because he was moaning, groaning and urging them to fuck him harder, even. I couldn't' see his face, of course, but this was my thought. "So, then what?" I asked, using Smoker's pre-cum to continue to masturbate him. "The kid just take your fuck-sticks all at once?" "No, he had to move into that. We been coming here for about three months and he's just now started taking us all two at a time." "Hot," I said, rubbing my cock as I watched and listened. "There was another guy in here one night and the kid took me and the other guy in his mouth while Pack and Steve double-dicked his ass. That was hot. It's like the kid can't get enough cock into his diet." "Maybe he can't." I said, looking at the wagging head on the kid as the two fucked his ass and he moaned with each stroke. "Slut boy, whore-bag." Smoker grunted as I continued to coax his load up to the top of his mushroom head. "I wonder if he could take four of us again." Not waiting to see if I wanted to do that, he stepped over and opened the kid's mouth by mushing the front of his cockhead against the kid's mouth. Soon, he was pumping his long rod into the willing mouth of the fucked-kid. I moved close to Smoker and slipped my cock in beside of his. It was simplicity, it seemed, for the kid's mouth just seemed to stretch enough to accommodate me. With a combined effort on both our parts, Smoker and I began to effectively fuck the kid's mouth with our pistoning cocks. I felt his hand cup my ass and I was glad I'd gotten rid of the pants. "Oh yeah, cock-boy!" Smoker crooned. "Swallow those pricks, fucker. Swallow both those nasty cocks down that fucking throat!" The talk was getting me going. It was hot to hear this guy talk to the kid that way, to grab my ass and squeeze, and to be in this small, cramped room with these sweaty men, all of us with the same goal -- to get our rocks off with this little tramp the center of fucking attention -- literally. "Oh Pack, man!" Steve said, his body lurching. "I'm cumming, dude! I'm cumming up his sweet hole! Cum too, man! Fucking nut in his ass with me, man!" Pack groaned and I saw his legs draw up under the kid. He was bracing himself so that he could penetrate deeper. I knew as he did that he was just as close as this Steve guy was and that soon, they'd be filling this kid to his eye-sockets with cum. "FUCK!" Steve said, then. "I feel you, man! I feel that fucking jizz shooting all up in that kid's nasty asshole! Shoot it, man! Shoot that load up in there! FUCK!" "Aw, man!" Smoker says, his hand like a vice on my naked ass. "I'm cumming too, boys!" He says, leaning over to kiss me deep. The kid gags as I feel a warm rush over the head of my cock and realize that Smoker is cumming all over me and into the kid's mouth. To his credit, the kid swallows, milking my cock as he does. The sensation must be heavenly for him because he moans deeply and several times as Smoker empties into him. I feel my own cock throb in response but I'm not ready yet. I take Smoker's tongue and suck hard as the guy cums roughly two gallons into the kid's mouth. "Goddamn!" He says when he's emptied himself. "That was FUCKING awesome, kid!" Smoker says, dragging his pants out of the dark. "We're going to be back in around Tuesday or Wednesday next week. You meet us here around the same time, we're going to be bringing some friends." "Pack, you alright?" Steve asks, then. "Your cock go into overload?" He teases as the two men dress. "That was some workout, huh?" The third man says nothing as they all dress and head for the small door. "You make sure you fuck that sweet ass before our loads dry up in there. He loves that sloppy seconds kind of fuck. He's all wet and ready for the next load." Steve says before he goes. "Later, Park Ranger, sir." Smoker says as he kisses me deeply again! "Later for you, fuck-boy. Keep that ass tight for us." When the door closes, I lift the kid's head up in the dim light, letting my cock slide out of his mouth. His eyes meet mine through a curtain of light blond hair -- the same light blond hair that's on my own head, chest and ass. He smiles at me, still kneeling with his cum-filled ass in the air. "That true, kid?" I ask him, kneeling down on the floor with him. "You like sloppy seconds with some other fuckers jizz left in your ass while you're fucked again?" "Yes," He says to me, no trace of embarrassment in the answer. I move behind him, slipping my hard cock into him easily. Clamping onto his hips, I begin to fuck in and out of him, forcing him to lurch forward with every thrust. When I've started a good rhythm, he begins to make soft, meek little noises as if he's enjoying all of what's happening but is too embarrassed to say so. My grunts and moans soon drown out what he's doing and in no time, I'm the louder of us by far as I'm plunging my thick dick in and out of his hole like it's a jackhammer, my fingers digging into his soft flesh to hold him still. "Mother-FUCKER!" I roar, letting my load spatter into the kid, holding tight to him so that he has to take it all. "YEAH! Take that fucking load, kid! Take it all up that sweet, hot hole! Take my mother-fucking load in your hot ass!" Still pumping into him, he grunts and moans and begins to breath quickly. I know he's cumming too and I watch as he sprays his goo all over the floor beneath him without ever once laying a hand on himself. Just the force of my fucking an orgasm is enough to bring the little shit off. He rears up as the last of his cum shoots out of his cock and he falls back against me, his breathing ragged and short. "You like it, don't you faggot?" I say to him, holding him against me. "You DO like that funky cum sprayed all up in your asshole, don't you? All those guys, all that cum...you like all that up your ass, don't you, boy?" "Yes," he breathes, his head resting on my hairy chest. "Yes, daddy, I like all those men emptying their cum in me. Do you like it too, daddy?" "I do, son." I tell him, honestly. "I love feeling your ass when its got so many men in it. I love to know you've been fucked so good -- that they've made my boy feel as good as he does. I love it, son." I tell him, kissing him deep and tasting Smoker's load still on his lips. "Oh, Daddy...take me home now and fuck my ass again." The kid says as he fondles my cock. "Don't you want to do that, dad? Don't you want to fuck me again?" "Yes," I tell him as I fondle his cock. "But I've got to lock up here, first. Why don't you go on ahead and I'll meet you back at home." "Promise?" he asks, standing and taking his clothes from the hook we'd put up on the stall's inside. "It's been a good night, tonight. After those truckers did me, they make the total twelve for the night. Twelve hot cocks shooting in my mouth, up my ass and all over me, daddy." "Fuck, son." I say, standing too and replacing my clothes. "You've been busy." "Always am. I'm just glad you could see the truckers, this time. I know you've been wanting to." "I want to meet anyone who could make my baby smile that way." I said to him, kissing him again and tasting Smoker on his tongue. "Now, you meet me at home and we'll put another smile on that sweet face of yours." I tell him and when he's dressed, he's out the door and on the way home. I double check the small room. I don't want to clean up too much. Part of why the men come here is the dark, the filth and the smell of sex. The other part, of course, is they know my hot son's going to be waiting in all of that dark, sexual filth to bring them off anyway he can.