Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2020 08:51:50 -0700 From: Ritch M Subject: Rich-Boy-Slut-22 Please remember to donate to Nifty to help keep this site alive. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Wednesday night after his parents were in bed, Ritch checked out a couple clubs in the gay center of the city. Even for a week night, the crowds were good and it was a fun environment. He was happy to find both places he visited had backrooms where he managed to suck off a couple sexy Mexican studs. Ritch just couldn't get enough of the spicy cum these men shot. He wanted to get fucked, but a bouncer put a stop to it and suggested maybe it was time for the pussyboi to leave. On Thursday night Ritch ventured out to Sodome Bathhouse. He'd found it on a gay travel site describing the sauna as a popular spot and was curious to experience what it had to offer. Paying his cover charge, he opted to get a locker. Once he was naked, he wrapped the towel around him like he saw others doing, slipped on the sandals he was provided, and set out to explore. There were naked men everywhere, most Latin but a few white men. The Mexican men took an immediate interest in the small golden haired boy. He stopped at the bar and got a bottle of water. A few of the men lifted their towel to flash their uncut cock to him and he gave a few of them a tug and wrapped his lips around a nice thick one before smiling and walking off. The steam room was crowded and as he walked through there were men sucking and fucking all around him. Ritch draped his towel around his neck and let his hard cock lead the way. He felt a hand on the back of his head and didn't fight it as he was pulled down onto a large dick. The boy wrapped his lips around it and eagerly sucked the tasty treat. Soon hands were roaming across his ass and a lubed finger began working into his hole. The man he was sucking placed both hands on the blond's hair and began fucking his throat. The finger was removed from his hole as someone slid their cock into him, grabbing his hips and pounding his ass. The guy was average in length, but thick and knew how to fuck the bitch. The slut moaned around the cock invading his throat. All too soon he could feel both cocks throbbing as they started to unload. The dick was pulled from his mouth as the last rope of cum shot from its tip, painting his face with a thick line. He stepped out of the heat of the steam room and cooled off in the shower. Ritch was a little disappointed he never got a look at either of the guys who used him, but it also made his own cock throb. The slut found more dark places and plenty of men to feed his need for cock. When he happened on an empty sling hanging in what looked like a large cage, he climbed in. Within minutes a young stud in his twenties was sliding his bare cock into the bitch. Guys stopped to watch as the stud used the motion of the sling to impale his impressively long and thick cock into the little, white slut. Every time the guy got close to cumming, he slowed down until he finally pulled out. Moving up to Ritch's face, he shoved his cock into the boy's mouth and fucked it until it was clean of lube. He leaned with a smile on his face. "I can't give you my cum yet. I have a show to do. Maybe I pull you up on stage with me and fuck you for the crowd." The GoGo boy soon disappeared. The men who gathered to watch him fuck the boy in the sling stayed. Another guy stepped between the slut's legs and slid his cock into the waiting hole. Ritch lost count of the number of guys who took a turn at him. Their age and body type covered the entire spectrum. Muscular to overweight, tall to short, young to old. They all treated the little white boy like the cum dump he was. When Ritch finally climbed out of the sling, his legs were wobbly and one of the men had to help him stand. With cum covering his face and leaking from his well used hole, the guy helping him stand guided the bitch to the shower room. Ritch didn't understand what the man said, but the tone indicated he was being insulted. The water felt good on his body, but he also regretted washing the cum away. The older Mexican pushed Ritch to his knees and aimed his cock at the slut. A stream of piss arced out from the tip, hitting the boy in the face. Ritch opened his mouth to swallow some before the man directed his stream at the boy's rock hard cock. When the man finished, he walked off, leaving the slut on his knees. True to his word, after the GoGo dancer had done most of his show, gyrating his hips for the men, he pulled Ritch up onto the stage with him. The stud made the boy kneel and suck his balls while he stroked his dick for the crowd. Grabbing the blond's hair, he slowly worked his nine and a half inches into the boy's throat until he was grinding his dark pubes against the white face. The men cheered. Finally, the stud pushed Ritch down onto all fours and lined his cock up with the slut's hole. In one hard, fast shove, he slammed his cock into the boy and pounded him with only one purpose; to breed the bitch. The crowd roared as the show continued and the GoGo boy worked the bitch over. Ritch's became hyper stimulated from being part of the show and soon his hole was spasming around the thick cock as his balls let loose. Shot after shot of cum sprayed several feet from the tip of Ritch's cock as he unloaded his overworked balls. That was enough to put the stud over the edge. The GoGo dancer fired one blast of cum into the bitch then yanked his cock from the slut's hole and spun the small boy around as his cock continued to shoot. He took aim at the blond's face and covered it with thick ropes of cum before slapping his still hard cock against the boy's cheeks. He smeared the white goo all around as the crowd cheered. For added effect, he dragged his dickhead through the large gobs of cum and slid the still hard dick into the boy's mouth to be sucked clean. Leaning in, the stud whispered to the slut. "I wish you were local. Like to do that again. You make a good puta." @@@@ For his last night in Mexico City, Ritch decided to try something new. He'd been to some of the popular gay dance clubs. This time he went to Tom's bar, a leather bar that had a reputation for an adventurous backroom. Ritch paid the cover charge and received tickets for six beers. He wondered how much trouble he could get in if he was drunk, but also knew that wouldn't go over well if something happened and his parents got a call from the police. Still, it meant he could buy several drinks for the guys in the bar before dipping into more of his cash. The bar had a gothic look to it. Tall arched ceilings and the dim lighting made for an environment Ritch found more to his liking than the glitzy dance clubs. The narrow space of Tom's was packed with people. Ritch made his way through the crowd passing bars on his right and left. There was a fair amount of groping. Some men were in plain street clothes like Ritch and others were in leather, which the boy found very sexy. On the second bar, a hot, young, muscle jock was dancing in nothing but a white thong. His large bulge running up and to the left behind the thin material. Ritch ended up in the middle of the packed crowd. As people would move past, he'd bump into one of the many guys around him. He took a sip of his beer and admired the man in front of him, dressed in black leather pants, a harness, and dark cap. The man's furry, muscular chest was on full display. Ritch barely came up to the man's nipples. Someone behind him pushed him into the stud and he found his nose in the armpit as the man lifted his arm to drink his own beer. The slut inhaled deep and didn't pull away. He felt a hand on the back of his head, holding him to the musky pit. Instinctively, Ritch began to lick at the damp hair. The man ground his face into the pit, encouraging the slut to work harder to clean it and Ritch was all too happy to comply. After perhaps ten minutes, the guy shifted and presented the blond with the other pit. Ritch eagerly gave it the same treatment. Once he was satisfied his pits were properly cleaned, the leather stud pulled off Ritch's shirt and grabbed his hand, pulling him through the bar. They passed through a doorway into another room. The stud leaned against an opened space along the wall and unzipped his leather pants, pulling out a thick cock with a lot of foreskin at the tip. He clamped his hand on the slut's neck and pulled the boy down, feeding him the sweaty cock. Ritch moaned as his lips closed around the growing shaft. His tongue dug into the mass of skin, licking around the head and tasting the marvelous flavors only an uncut cock can produce. As he stood, bent over servicing the man, he felt the guys hand slide under his waist band. The big paw glided over the mounds of his ass as a finger worked into his crack. It tapped on the hole making the pucker try to grab the digit. The stud pulled his hand out and shoved his finger into the boy's mouth to lube it up before returning it to his hole. The finger slid in easily as it probed the boy, finger fucking him as the slut sucked the dick. After several minutes, he gripped the boy's hair and pulled him off his cock. Ritch was disappointed, but the man turned the blond's head and forced it down on another waiting cock. The slut sucked the new six inch, uncut cock eagerly until its owner unloaded down his throat. When the boy finished with that cock, the leather stud pulled him back onto his own cock. While the boy was busy on the third time of working his leather stud's dick, he felt something placed around his neck. He lifted his hand to feel a leather strap being fastened and realized it was a collar. Ritch forced himself all the way down on the stud's cock, holding it as deep as it could go and swallowed around it several times to show his appreciation. Ritch had sucked off several guys as his new leather Sir alternated between using his mouth and making it available to others. He left his cock out and clipped a short leash onto the slut's collar so they didn't get separated as they worked their way through the mass of people. They entered a bathroom and the Sir stepped up to a piss trough with the boy beside him. He aimed his cock into the trough and let his piss go. The slut leaned in, feeling the stream briefly hit the side of his face before he closed his lips around the head and gulped down the man's beer piss. A large hand moved to the back of his head, gently stroking the blond hair. When the stream stopped, Ritch reverently kissed the tip. The Sir handed his boy a paper towel to dry his face. Ritch instead rubbed the liquid into his skin until it was dry, earning him a smile from his Master. The pair made their way to a bar for the Sir to get another been before returning to the backroom. Ritch was once again sucking his Sir's cock. There was no urgency to make the man cum. All that mattered was pleasing his Sir. When the cock would start to throb, he'd be pulled off and his mouth would be offered another man to suck. Three more man unloaded down his throat before his Sir pushed the slut's pants down, exposing his white ass. The leather Sir tugged on the leash as he moved behind his slut. He lined up and buried his cock into the boy. Waiving his hand, he offered the slut's mouth to any guys close by and it was quickly filled. The Sir gripped the boy's hips and started fucking him in long, slow strokes. He was going to enjoy his bitch. The slut worked his muscles around the Sir's cock wanting to give him as much pleasure as he could. Occasionally the Sir's hand would come crashing down on one of the white cheeks with a loud slap, leaving them a rosy red. For nearly thirty minutes his ass was fucked until the man picked up speed. One hand held Ritch's shoulder and another pushed his head down onto the current cock he was sucking. Shortly after the cock unloaded its cum down his throat, he felt the Sir begin to throb and his thrusts became erratic. Over the loud music the slut heard the man roar as he held the boy's ass tight against his crotch, filling his boy with his Mexican seed. The leather Sir remained buried in the boy as his cock softened. He wrapped his arms around the slut, holding the boy against his sweaty chest. When Ritch finally felt it slip from his well fucked hole, he turned in the man's arms and knelt enough to take it in his mouth. He sucked it reverently, making sure it was clean, including rolling the skin back and washing the head. The Sir held him still as he finished and with a sigh, unleashed more piss down his boy's throat. "Bebe mi orina, perra." Ritch eagerly drank it all. The Sir pulled the boy up after he'd finished and kissed him deeply, letting his tongue probe the slut's mouth and tasting his own piss. He pulled his boy against his chest, wrapping his arms around what he'd claimed. Ritch's pants were still down just below his ass and his still hard cock was on display. The Sir pointed at someone and curled his finger, beckoning them to approach. He said something to the new arrival who then dropped to his knees, taking Ritch's cock in his mouth. Ritch moaned as he received the blowjob. The Sir turned the boy's head to kiss him. Their tongues dueled as the boy moaned and unloaded into the cocksucker's mouth. The Sir's English was about as effective as Ritch's Spanish, but the pair enjoyed each other's company the rest of the night. When the blond wasn't nuzzling the man's furry chest, he was leaning against it with the Sir's arms holding him tight. The man occasionally stroked the leather collar. "MĦo" As the pair left the bar, Ritch bowed his head for the Sir to retrieve the collar that he'd felt so honored to wear. The leather studs hands rested on the buckle to the strap before pulling away. He raised the boy's face to meet his and kissed him tenderly and unclipped the leash. He pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to the boy. It contained his contact information. Running his hand once more over the collar, he smiled at the boy. "Buenas noches mi perra." The Sir walked off. When the man was out of sight, Ritch turned to walk to the Metro for the ride back to the hotel. @@@@ The slut boarded the last car of the Metro train and settled into a seat. It appeared to be all men standing close. As soon as the doors closed, one guy pulled his dick out and fed it to another sitting near the door. The blond watched in fascination as others began to grope and play. A group of younger guys stepped in front of Ritch's seat and all pulled out their dicks. The blond leaned in to suck the closest one. The four traded off in his mouth when one of the guys lifted Ritch off the seat and pushed his pants down. He was sure they said something about his cum lubed ass. While he sucked one, another shoved his cock into his hole and pounded away like he was a jack hammer. Others gathered around, stroking their cock and waiting their turn. Even as the train stopped at stations, the fucking didn't stop. As one guy would cum, another would take his place at the slut's mouth or ass. Ritch barely got a look at anyone other than to see their brown, uncut cock before it filled his mouth. Some guys came on his face and hair, others across his back or on his chest. Still more filled his ass and thoat with their seed. Ritch realized he'd already gone quite a few stops beyond where he needed to get off. At the next station he exited the train to wait for one going the opposite direction. An older man in his sixties smiled lecherously at the cum streaked face of the white boy before pushing him behind a column and putting the slut on his knees. After shooting his load, he pissed on the slut, soaking the blonds face and shirt. More guys made use of Ritch on the train back to the hotel. A few more fed him their piss and cum and more shot their loads on him. Four guys cornered him on the platform at his station, they emptied his pockets of his phone and what cash he had. The group forced him to his knees and took turns fucking his throat. Once they'd all cum, they hosing him down with piss before walking off laughing. Ritch's cock was so hard as they covered him in piss that he shot his load without touching himself. @@@@ Ritch entered the hotel and walked through lobby with cum on face, hair, and clothes. The blond reeked of piss. The night had been a blast and since he was heading home the following day, he really didn't care what anyone saw or thought. The few staff on duty sneered at his disheveled appearance. A few guests steered clear of him. The Brazilian stud and his wife entered the lobby from another door. The woman saw the blond and made some comment in Spanish before addressing Ritch directly. "This is a respectable place. Street filth like you shouldn't be in here." She called over to the front desk complaining. Her husband interceded. "I've seen him at the pool. He's a guest here. But you're right. He should have enough respect to not walk through the lobby looking like a cheap whore. Perhaps his parents should be told to correct his behavior." Ritch could only smile. "You didn't mind me looking like this every time you fucked me this week or pissed on me. I had more cum on my face from you yesterday after I sucked that huge cock of yours while she was getting another massage." The woman looked between her husband and the blond. "Lies. He would never do that." Holding his fingers apart, Ritch approximated the size of the man's dick. "You're probably right. But I'll leave my door open again tonight for after you're asleep. I love the way he stretches my throat and ass. He said it was so much better than your sloppy, used up pussy." Ritch walked way as the couple argued. As he stripped down for a shower, the man from the front desk let himself into the room. "They're still arguing in the lobby thanks to you. I have thirty minutes before I have to be back. You can shower after I'm done with you. I want to slide my dick into you with whatever cum you have in you." Ritch put a towel on the bed and bend over offering his ass up one more time for the night. He was going to miss Mexico City. @@@@ Dante was stroking his boy's head as he put the book down. His hard cock was sticking straight up as the boy nuzzled his balls, inhaling the rich, musky aroma. "We are so going to Mexico City sometime. Are you still in contact with that leather guy you met there?" "Yes, Sir. I usually see Sir Hector once or twice a year." "Good. We'll arrange something when it's good for everyone. Now get to work. My dick needs to get lubed before I breed you. I need inside your slut hole bad." ***To Be Continued*** *** Thank you to those who have written me. Your feedback is appreciated and lets me know if I'm doing a good or bad job. DCRichpup@mail.com *** Please remember to donate to Nifty to help keep this site alive. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html