Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2011 22:38:43 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: my son in the bar-17 ****THE FOLLOWING STORY CONCEPT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE AUTHOR WILLINGMIKE2@GMAIL.COM, WHO GRACIOUSLY ALLOWED ME (NPHILLYDOGG) TO CONTINUE AND COMPLETE HIS TALE. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL EITHER ONE, OR THE BOTH OF US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS. THANK YOU FOR READING**** _________________________________________________________________________ MY SON IN THE BAR-17 I spent most of the morning in the laundry room in my building, washing my clothes & bed sheets, and scrubbing the smell of urine out of my bedroom carpet. Jimmy Little (my son's high school friend..., well `friend' isn't exactly what Jimmy is to my son Shawn, he's more like his master/pimp...) got angry that I wasn't there for the little `party' he arranged for me and Shawn, so he and his buddies pissed all over everything I owned, completely ruining my $1400 stereo system! As angry as I was, I wasn't going to make a big stink out of it, knowing Jimmy was one of the school's football team's defensive linebackers, and his dad (Frank Little) was even bigger! My mother was no saint, but she didn't raise any idiots either! I ignored my cell phone whenever it rang. I didn't want to talk to anyone, especially after the horrible day I'd had (getting fired from work for letting my day crew butt fuck me at a client's house [chap-14], then getting drunk and tossed in jail for drunk driving [chap-16] like a common criminal). NO ONE could understand how inept I felt as a man, as a provider for my son! I was supposed to protect Shawn from predators like Jimmy Little and the man who molested him as a child (teaching him how to take a man's cock at age 7), yet here I was GIVING him to the guys at the bar freely, whoring him out for a few extra dollars and a fine pat on the back from my friends. I felt as though I had let Shawn down, that I'd failed to protect him as a father and left him to wander around loose in the woods with all the wolves. Shawn had been so `conditioned to cock' that he didn't even realize he was being used. Or worse yet, he DID realize it, but he relished in it. He actually LIKED being treated like a piece of fruit, molded and groped all over, then tossed aside for the next handler. I was being used in a similar manner, but I'm different from Shawn, I wasn't enjoying it as much as HE was. While being used sexually by my friends had its exciting moments, it also diminished my manhood in their eyes, taking me off their level and putting me in the same category as some of the sluts we'd shared over the years. Knowing I wasn't still being seen as `one of the fellas' was crushing, like losing the big play at the end of a game. I especially hated seeing myself through Ron's eyes. Ron and I had been friends for years (working the same construction sites, partying at night, sharing chicks at the bar, even just talking honest and openly with each other over a few beers...), now we felt like strangers. Funny thing was, I enjoyed having Ron fuck me more than all the other guys combined, yet Ron was the only one treating me differently, like being in the same room with me (fully clothed) was revolting to him or something. Sitting around thinking of my problems was getting me nowhere. After pulling all the clothes from the dryers, I stashed them away in my room, then jumped into my truck and headed down to the Fernway Trucking Company to apply for a trucking position, knowing I needed some kind of income to stay afloat. I knew several of the guys that worked there through Joe's bar The Frog (Big Willie and Tyrone to name a few...), and hoped having friends on the inside would help me to get hired. Not wanting to risk getting another DUI before my court date, I avoided the bar and headed straight to the trucking company across town. Instantly I started to notice the strange looks I got as I drove my dirty pickup through the all black neighborhood Fernway Trucking was located. When I got there I asked for Tyrone and Big Willie by name, hoping they were in the area and could vouch for me as a reliable driver? I was told they were currently out on a run, and wouldn't be back until later that night. While I was standing around outside contemplating my next move, I heard someone call me from behind... "Hey white boy...?" he called, prompting me to turn around (seeing how I was the only `white' man in the area). I immediately recognized Lewis Dicks from the bar orgy (chaps-11 & 12). "What'chu doin' here, man...?" he asked, smiling ear to ear as he walked up to me just outside the building. "Come around searchin' for some more black dick, eh...?!" he laughed, jokingly. "Actually I was looking for Tyrone and Willie..." I admitted, shaking his huge hand. "...I was recently fired from my job, and was hoping they would recommend me to their boss...?" I said, desperately. "As what...?" asked Lewis with a knowing smirk. "As a driver...!" I said, wondering what other positions he might be preferring to...? "Well..., I don't know about Ty and Will..., but I'D be willin' to recommend you..." said Lewis, much to my surprise. I didn't even know him that well. I mean, sure he'd fucked me and cum inside me a couple of times, but we'd only met once. "Hey, thanks man..." I said gleefully, feeling a little relieved. "...I really need a job right now, ya know...?" "I understand..." said Lewis, walking me around towards the back of the building where the loading docks were. "...lemme talk to my supes and see if he could use you...!" "Okay man. Thanks...!" I said gratefully as he walked up the dock to talk to a couple of guys. I saw Lewis whisper something to them, then saw the group of black men turn around to view me at the foot of the dock. I stood there quietly, trying not to look too anxious as they went back to talking, ignoring me. After a few minutes Lewis came back... "He says he has enough drivers for now, but if you're willing to wait around a couple of hours, there might be a call out he could use you for...?" explained Lew. "Are you serious...??" I asked, unable to believe my luck. Maybe things were starting to turn around for me (I wondered)...? "Hell YEAH I could wait around..." I said, enthusiastically. "...ain't like I got shit to do anyway...!" "Cool..." said Lewis. "...I'll show you were you can kick back and relax..." he added, taking me in through the building's back entrance. Fernway Trucking (as it turns out) was a black owned trucking company that shipped mostly black made products to distributors around the country. While most of the drivers were black, there are other nationalities (including white guys) that drive for them also. "Here we go..." said Lewis, taking me to a small break room where drivers had their lunch. "...you can kick back here until they call you...!" he offered. "Thanks again, man..." I said sincerely, shaking his hand again. "...I really need this break, you have NO idea...!" "No problem..." said Lewis, looking around sneakily. "...uh..., if you wanna pay me back..., why don't you get down on your knees and give me a quick knob-job before I head out...?" "Right HERE...??" I asked, surprised. "What if someone walks in and catch us...?! I don't want to have THAT KIND of reputation going around on my first day...!" "Nobody'll be though here for hours..." assured Lew. "...we could fuck on the tables if we wanted and no one would ever know...!" "I don't know man..." I said skeptically, looking down at his crotch as I made up my mind. "...this's the kind of stuff that got me fired from my last job in the first place...!" "Really...?" asked Lewis. "You were suckin' black dick there too...?" "Mexican...!" I corrected, watching as Lewis reached into his zipper and hoisted out his 9" cock... "C'mon man..." he pleaded. "...I thought you were grateful for my help...?" "I am..." I said, feeling torn. "Then get down there and gimme some head, man..., I gotta 16 hour haul ahead of me...!" he insisted. Hearing how long he might be on the road without busting his load made me feel bad for him as I got down onto my knees in front of him. Lewis leaned back against the entrance door, keeping any would be incomers out... I took Lewis' dark cock into my hand (stroking it gently), then aimed it up to my mouth and started sucking. "awww yeahhhh..." moaned Lewis, resting back against the door as he watched from above. His cock tasted a little stale from old dried piss, but a few quick washes of my spit wet tongue and his dick was like new as I began bobbing my head back and forth. I'd only gotten off a few good strokes when Lewis placed his hand atop my head and started forcing me to bob deeper/faster. I could feel his cock starting to bang into the back of my mouth as my throat muscles suddenly relaxed and opened, allowing him sweet safe passage down into my gullet. "Oh shit..., you're really gettin' good at this...!" he complimented, already seeing a difference in my sucking. I beamed proudly that I was able to please him (the man helping me out at my most desperate moment of need), as I bobbed my opened throat up and down on his dick. I could feel Lewis' hands tighten on my head, grabbing my hair by the roots as he forced me faster and faster. Soon I was taking his cock into the back of my throat with every thrust, my lips banging into his zipper (getting cut on the sharp teeth) as he held my head with both hands. "Shit man..., you're gettin' me close...!" he warned, prompting me to suck harder. Tightening my lips and jaw, I bobbed faster and deeper, swallowing his cock to the root before suckling feverishly on the head. I did this again and again, over and over until I could feel Lewis thrusting up into my face, his strong legs starting to trimmer weakly as his cock swelled in my mouth, then started shooting thick warm bolts of cum directly into my mouth and throat. I swallowed what I could without choking, then allowed the rest of his load to pulse out onto my tongue, drowning my taste-buds in his nutty flavor. "Whew..." sighed Lewis, grateful that the door stopped him from falling backwards onto the floor. "...that was ONE WILD RIDE...!" he cheered, releasing my head. I smiled inwardly as I swallowed his load, then cleaned his cock with my mouth. I stayed on my knees before him, nursing on his shrinking black shaft until he finally pulled it from my lips and tucked it away. "I'd better get goin' man..." he said, zipping his pants as I stood up. "...THEY should be callin' you soon if there's any call outs tonight..." he reminded. "...I won't be back for about 5 or 6 hours..., so let me know what happened...!" "I will!" I said as he turned and walked out the door. Standing alone, I wandered over to the vending machines and started to browse, suddenly realizing I hadn't eaten all day. Fishing my pockets for change, the door suddenly opened again and in walked one of the men that were standing on the back dock with Lewis. "Hi..." said the man, (tall, light skin, handsome) looking as if he'd been searching all over for me. "...what's your name again...?" "Mike..." I said, walking towards him with my hand outstretched. "...I'm Lewis' friend...! I also know Tyrone and Big Willie...!" "Right..." said the man, looking me up and down sternly as he chewed on a toothpick. "...and why should I hire YOU to drive one of my trucks and not one of the 1000 other men that come through here looking for work...?!" "I...I...don't know..." I said honestly, believing I just botched up my chances. The man looked me over angrily... "Lewis told me he met you in a BAR...?" said the man, questionably. "Yes..." I admitted. "...he did..." "He said you're performance there was something NOT to be missed..." continued the man, hinting at how I could be hired... "...shame I missed it...!" "I uh..." I started, unsure if I should offer or not...? "...I could give you a private viewing..." I managed to say. The man smiled somewhat... "Let's SEE what you've got...!" he said, daringly. Unsure if he was up to speed with what Lewis met me doing at the bar..., I tentatively reached down and began rubbing his crotch, feeling his growing lump. As my fingers trailed the length of his erection (measuring around 8 inches), I felt his hand grip me strongly about the buttock, openly groping my ass. "You're kinda BIG for a fag..." he stated ever so nonchalantly, as if holding a casual conversation. "I uh..., JUST got into doing this kind of stuff..." I replied, explaining why I wasn't a petite homosexual like my son. "Oh..." said the black man, sounding disappointed. "...so you're not really as good as Lewis claimed...?" "Why don't I leave that up to YOU to judge...?" I suggested, dropping to my knees as I unzipped the supervisor's pants and pulled out his light skinned cock. Before he could protest I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth and began bathing it in warm spit. He sighed pleasantly as his cock stiffened and throbbed appreciatively, letting me know he liked what I was doing. I decided (since he was the boss) to treat him to a `special' blow job and swallowed him quickly to the root. "Damn...!" he sighed again, liking the feel of my throat muscles tightening around his cock shaft. I couldn't help looking up at him as he watched me swallow him, holding him in my throat until I started to gag on reflex. "Damn you're good...!" he responded as I pulled back and began sucking the head juicily. Getting turned on that the boss was enjoying my services, I leaned forward and swallowed his cock again before setting up a steady sucking. He stood there silently watching me devour his dick for a few minutes before remembering what Lewis must have said about my ass. Reaching down over my back, he forced his large hand down into the seat of my pants and started rubbing his middle fingers up and down my hot moist crack. HELL I was getting so turned on as my own hard cock lay bent and trapped in my bunched crotch. I continued to bob my head (cocking it to the side as I moved back and forth) as he pulled his hand from my ass, licked his fingers, then forced them back down into my pants to shove his fingers up my asshole. "MMmmmm..." I moaned around his dick as he finger fucked my tight chute. "Damn..." he moaned softly, imagining his cock inside me. Standing upright, he waited a few minutes (enjoying my mouth) before pulling me off his dick... "Pull down your pants and bend over that lunch table...!" he insisted. Doing as the boss requested, I unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, then dropped them down around my ankles before climbing up onto the picnic table style bench and bent forward the table, exposing my solid pale white ass. The supervisor (whose name I hadn't even caught yet) walked up behind me and gripped my meaty ass cheeks in his hot hands, kneading them hard and pulling them apart to gander at my pinkish/brown asshole. "Heard you took a lot of DICKS up the ass the night you met Lew..." he said, staring down at my entrance. "...you like getting butt fucked...?" he asked. "I..." I started, unsure how to answer that question as I wrestled with the answer. "That's a YES or NO answer, whitebread...!" said the supervisor, slapping me hard on the rump. "YES sir!" I answered, before even realizing I MEANT it. "I heard you like to get fucked HARD and DEEP..." he groaned behind me, his spit wet cockhead kissing against my twitchy hole. "Yes sir...!" I answered again, looking back over my shoulder as he aligned his cock to my hole, then shoved... "Then you oughta enjoy THIS fucking...!" he said, ramming through me. "ARRRRHHHHH...!!" I screamed as his cock penetrated me dryly with minimal moistness. He tightened his grip on my ass when his fingers dug into my cheeks. Pressing inward until his crotch was nestled against my ass, I started bucking back against him, my fighting sphincter muscles squeezing and choking his lengthy erection as it embedded itself deep inside me. "DAMN YOU'RE TIGHT...!" he yelled joyously, gripping my shoulders as he pulled me back into him. He stayed embedded inside me until my anus stopped trying to force him out (pushing out against him as if trying to take a shit) and started just pulsating about him strongly. "Shit that pussy's sucking me off inside you...!" he gasped, gripping my shoulders tighter as his cock started shooting off thick gushes of heavy cream inside me. "Arrrhhhh fuck..., I came already...!" he announced as he ground himself against me. My own cock pulsated between my legs at the thought of making him cum so quickly. Slowly he started to pull back. I thought he was going to withdraw (since he'd already cum), but as soon as he withdrew to the head, he started to push back up into me, forcing all of his hot cock back up inside me. "I think I have another nut left in me..." he thought aloud, as if reading my mind as he started fucking. I couldn't believe (not even 24 hours after being fired for fucking at work) here I was getting fucked at the new job by the supervising boss, right there in the employee lunchroom where anyone could easily walk in and catch us. I prayed Lewis was right and that it would be hours before anyone would happen in here. The last thing I needed was to have another shameful reputation as a faggot cockhound on another worksite. The supervisor drilled my ass steadily, holding my hips in his huge black hands as he fucked me from behind. I could feel his thick cock sliding in and out of my cum lined hole, easily working its way through his spent load as it coated his cock shaft and my anal canal, making his cock slide smoother. We were both really enjoying the pounding rhythm between us (his pelvis slapping into my ass), when the lunch room opened again... "Hey..." I heard someone say from the door. "...what the fuck is this...??" "Looks like Smith got himself a whiteboy...!" laughed a second voice, catching the both of us with our pants down. I could feel my face turning flush with embarrassment at the thought of getting caught again (twice in two days). What the hell was wrong with me that I couldn't keep my pants up around my waist...? Was Ron right...? Was I like my son Shawn...? Was I a whore...? I didn't know what to expect next as I looked over my shoulder to see two new black guys watching me get fucked. `Smith' (the supervisor fucking me) continued nonstop, even as the younger men started to heckle us... "Look..., either turn around and keep your mouths shut..., or step up behind me in line...!" opted the super, peering back over his shoulder. The new guys glanced questionably at each other, then hunched their shoulders and got in line. Smith continued fucking me, happily slamming his pelvic bone into my ass as he drove his cock 8 inches deep through me with every thrust. "Who the fuck IS this guy, anyway...?" asked one of the men, looking over Smith's shoulder to see his cock slamming into my ass. "Who gives a fuck...?" asked the supe, "...its FREE ass, whadda you care what his name is...?!" "I'm just curious..." said the guy, groping his hardon. "...ain't nobody gonna come in here angry if they catch us fuckin' their boi-bitch, will they...?" "Naw young'on..." said the supe, "...it ain't that kinda party...! This ass's free for anybody who want it! Ain't that right, whore...?!" he asked, slapping me hard on the ass while he fucked me. "YES SIR!" I answered, feeling my ass cheek sting. The youngsters laughed at my humiliation, all the more eager to fuck my white ass now that they knew what it was there for. Smith seemed to relish with the new comers, fucking me harder, even grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, telling me what a `pussy' I was for allowing myself to be put in such a submissive position with strangers... "ARRHHH...!!!" I yelled as he yanked my head back by the root. "Take that dick, bitch...!" he snarled in my ear, fucking me deeper as he leaned in over my back. I felt like a prisoner, trapped in their tiny break room, the only white man in sight as Smith started to get rough with me, showing off in front of the younger guys. "Shut the fuck up...!" he yelled, slapping my face from behind. "Shut up and take this dick! That's what you came here for, ain't it...?!" "n...n...no..." I managed to say as he pounded me. "...I came for a...a job..." I gasped. "A JOB...??" laughed the super, gripping my hair tighter as he fucked me harder. "The only job here for a cumdump like you is as PUSSY for REAL MEN like US!" he gloated, picking up speed as his pelvis slapped my ass with loud clap sounds which echoed off the walls. "Lewis told us how you gave this ass up to anyone who wanted it...! Didn't even have to know their names..., all they had to do was show a hard-on and you and your hoe son was on them like two whores at dick convention! Well we're gonna make sure that white pussy of yours get all the black dick it can manage tonight...!" "Hold it..., wait..." I protested, just as he started slamming into really hard, each rough inward thrust making him yank harder on my hair. "...arrhhh...! arrhhh...! arrhhh...! arrhhh...!" I yelled with every pull/thrust. When he slammed in the last time, I felt his cock lodge into my bowels, then felt it swell and throb as it started shooting thick gobs of molten cum into me. "AARRRHHHH...!!" yelled the supervisor, coming hard as he sent his second load into my gut. He held onto a fistful of my hair until he finished coming, holding my head back and up while he emptied his balls in me. He relaxed his hold only after he finished coming. I slumped forward as I rested my forehead on my folded forearms. Smith let his dick finish throbbing in me before finally (slowly) withdrawing. My ass felt empty as soon as he removed his cock. In the short time I'd come to know him, my body had molded itself to the shape of his manhood. Now my asshole felt 3 sizes too big as he pulled free. Unfortunately I didn't stay empty for long. As soon as the supervisor moved aside, one of the younger drivers stepped up behind me and roughly (clumsily) shoved his cock into me, spearing me totally on his thick 9 inches. "ARRHHH..." I groaned, feeling him slam into me as he ground his pelvic bone against me for a moment, (churning his mighty teen cock around in my cum lined gut) before immediately thrusting, not allowing me even a single second to adjust to his size. His friend walked around to my head, climbed up onto the picnic table, then knelt down before me to suck his exposed dick. Following his super's lead, he grabbed a large fistful of my thick dark hard, yanked my head up off the table, then force fed me his dark colored cock. "Suck it, mofo..." he ordered, pushing in through my mustached lips. These guys couldn't have been no older than 18, fresh out of high school and fucking their first full sized adult white male pussy. I could hear them laughing and high fiving each other as they fucked me between them, one holding my head/hair and fucking my gaping mouth while the other held my hips, fucking my hairy ass. I could feel their cocks sliding in and out of me, slamming in and out through my sphincter muscles and fucking well down into the back of my throat. I was getting fucked from both ends, taking cock like a Vegas whore. The supervisor watched (as he cleaned off his cock with some napkins before tucking his tool away in his pants) as the two younger men fucked me, using my mouth and ass simultaneously. He barked out positions and told them how hard they should fuck me, telling them not to worry about hurting my pussy like they were afraid of hurting women. "Man pussy's different..." he informed them as they fucked. "...where a woman might get upset and scream rape after fucking her too hard and disrespecting her..., faggots like this white boy LIKE to be misused and abused! You can fuck them as hard as you want, and they'll always come back for more! Their butt-pussies are aching to be manhandled and fucked! So do whatever you want to it! Fuck it as HARD as you want! Beat the pussy up as fast as you can...! He'll love it, no matter how much he claims he don't...!" Taking the supervisor by his word, the two teenage truck drivers started hammering me hard. I choked and gargled about the cock probing my throat, fucking well down my tight sucking esophagus as hard and long as he wanted, ignoring my protests as thick gobs of spit came up from my belly, coating his throbbing cock shaft as he pulled out and slapped it against my hairy face. "Fuck that bitch, man..." he told his friend, watching his buddy butt fuck the living shit out of me. "...I want some of that butt-pussy next!" "You bout to get it real soon..." said the ass fucker, his voice sounding far away as he wailed away inside me with deep pounding thrusts from the door. Each hard inward slap of his pelvis was like a whack from a wooden paddle. I imagined black and blue bruises all over my ass cheeks from the rough pounding. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin as he gripped my waist tighter, fucking me harder. "You bout to nutt his ass...?!" asked his friend, his stiff dick slapping against the side of my face, leaving thick gobs of slimy spit wherever it touched. "Yeah man..." moaned the fucker. "...his ass's as wet as any girl pussy I've ever fucked...!" "Probably from all that CUM he's got in him already...!" said the face fucker. "Who knows how many dicks he took before he got here...?!" Before I could tell him that I hadn't been fucked at all today until his supervisor fucked me and came in me twice, he re-rammed his cock back into my throat and started fucking, shutting me up. The guy fucking my ass was brutal. He'd obviously been held back from letting go and going wild on his girlfriends, and took the opportunity to fuck MY ass as hard and deep as he wanted. I could feel his cockhead slamming into my inner walls, breaking them down as it slammed into warm, wet, velvety flesh and beyond. I groaned and grunted painfully behind the cock I was sucking. The face fucker mistook my moans for pleasure and started unloading straight down the back of my throat. I could feel his cock pulsing in my throat as thick spurts of cum shot directly into my stomach. The guy in my ass climbed up onto the table behind me, forcing me to lay cater-corner between his friend's legs (his cock still thrust down my convulsing throat) as he pounded me down against the table. I could feel his long hard cock slamming into me, his heavy balls slapping against mine (painfully) with every thrust. "AWWW FUCK MAN..., I'M GONNA CUM...!!" he announced, ramming in deep as he unloaded, grinding against me as his cock exploded in my ass, filling my gut with its third load thus far. "Damn..., we both nutted at the same time...!" announced the face fucker, amazed at their timing. "You still want some of this ass...?" asked the man behind me, his cock still erupting in my ass. "Yeah..., but I'mma need a minute to recover first..." said the face fucker, his shrinking cock slipping from my throat as I continued to nurse the rubbery shaft for whatever cum might be left hiding in the cum tube. "You know you're gonna have to wait til everybody else's had their turns..." said the ass fucker, making some gesture up towards the ceiling. That's when I realized we were being recorded by security cameras hidden discreetly in the top corner of the room. `Oh shit...' I thought to myself, realizing I had been seen the whole time. Just then the door to the break room opened again and in walked 2 big security guards dressed complete in uniform. The younger guys pulled their spent cocks from my wet holes and stepped back as I was roughly manhandled and pulled down off the table by both arms and dragged out into the main warehouse where there were about 25 to 30 guys standing around waiting for me. My pants and the rest of my clothes were ripped from my body as I was tossed to the floor like a sack of cement. The crowd closed in around me in a circle, thick hard black cocks of all colors shapes and sizes hanging out of open zippers and hanging out over exposed underwear waistbands, waiting for my special attention. "We saw everything you did in that room..." said one of the security guards (pulling his own large erection from his uniform pants), acting as spokesmen. "...we KNOW yur a faggot that loves to suck black dick and get fucked...! Finish off the rest of us OR we send a copy of the break room video --with our friend's faces blocked out, to Facebook...!" I wasn't exactly sure what Facebook was (being computer illiterate), but I was aware of the social network through various news programs and reports, and knew there would be a good chance that people that I DIDN'T want to see me taking cock and getting fucked might see. I knew then that I HAD to give in and do whatever these guys wanted..., rather I wanted to or not...! Continued... Written by Eugene Marvin aka NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com Email me or Willingmike2@gmail.com with questions, comments, and suggestions. _____________________________________________________________________________ [Special thanks to Luis and Steven for the idea of Mike and Frenway Trucking Co. As you can see I've used some of yur ideas, but still kept it within the vision I see for poor Mike. He isn't quite the hound you depicted, but he's still growing...--DOGG.]