Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2021 23:30:09 +0000 From: Horny Harry Subject: Uber Cuckold - Part 2 Jackson and I had returned home from the wild weekend in Tijuana. I don't say "our" wild weekend, as it was him (mostly) having all the fun. Although I couldn't forget the thrashing I received upon our return to the hotel that night that changed the nature of our relationship. Jackson's lack of even the tiniest bit of remorse for so willingly let another guy fuck him right in front of me pissed me off a bit. And Jackson knew the best response was to silence me as he threw me, literally, into submission. The way we barged through the door to our room before he shoved me on the bed and dominated my being - I'd never seen such lustful rage. He was showing me...demanding rather...how I was to fuck him moving forward. Put out properly or get out, something like that. And I was beyond willing to comply. As he hungrily, breathlessly and forcefully shoved his tongue down my throat I could practically taste Javier on his lips; just as I could smell the swarmy stench of him as our sweaty bodies entangled while Jackson bent me every which way possible to slam his energised shlong into me, deeper and harder with every thrust. And I was in too much ecstasy to care that Javier was still a presence; we had both been awakened to possibilities neither knew we wanted. It surprised me, yet it didn't, if that makes sense, that despite this scorching, intense, rough roll in the sheets, Jackson had still snuck out to see Javier again during the weekend like an overweight kid at his first buffet going back for more and more. But how could I deny Jackson living it up for a couple of days before we went back to reality. Javier was a very sexy fantasy we'd never see or hear from again. But there would be others; the door was too far open to close again despite my commitment to upping the anal ante... As you would recall from the previous instalment, my tool isn't the largest in the shed. But I knew how to use it. Regardless of what happened, everything can always be improved upon. With a picture-perfect partner, I had no trouble getting or staying hard. However, a little extra reinforcement never goes astray, and so I decided to shop for my first cock ring, and maybe a few extra naughty surprises. Jackson tagged along as I went to an adult store, where were quickly greeted with the obligatory "Can I help you?" After explaining my needs, I disappeared into the maze-like isles with an assigned sales assistant, Jason, to sift through the options of rubber, leather or metal. I was so engaged I hadn't noticed Jackson had remained behind. As I would hear later, the man who first approached us, was the store manager, Eric. The second my back was turned, Eric gave Jackson the `nod' as Jackson followed him through a pair of cheap, gauzy purple curtains to a small, private office area behind the counter. Just as sleazy as he looked, Eric said to Jackson: "You must be starving. Let me feed you." All while pulling out his thick, hard, 10" cock. Not knowing how long I'd be, Jackson quickly got to work on the massive meat, orally worshipping it like his life depended on it. "Mmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Eric moaned softy, thrusting his hips to drive his dick down Jackson's throat as he peeled off his tight black tee shirt, exposing an upper body of muscle upon muscle, which was now naked except for a dagger necklace which jangled as he moved. Eric's blowjob from a stolen mouth only lasted briefly before he pulled Jackson to his feet. "Better?" Eric smirked. "Yeah." Jackson nodded breathlessly. "Good." Eric smiled before sampling Jackson's tongue as he kissed him with animalistic entitlement, his dark stubble grazing Jackson's face in the process. As they made out, Eric slipped his hands under Jackson's polo shirt and ran them up his torso, gripping his pecs for a moment before lifting off his top. "Mmmmmmmmm..." Eric moaned as his mouth played with Jackson's nipples by flicking his tongue over them and gently nibbling them. At the same time Eric's hand groped Jackson's crotch before yanking down his jeans and underwear in one fell swoop. Eric stroked Jackson's throbbing cock a few times, but just as Jackson thought Eric was about to suck him, he instead grabbed his hands and wrapped them around his neck. Eric then reached for the inside of Jackson's thigh and lifted his leg until it was wrapped around his waist. Getting Eric's drift and following his lead, he jumped up and wrapped his other leg around Eric too so that he was completely held upright by the strong 40-something stud. But what kept Jackson balanced upright was Eric's dick as he drilled it into Jackson's hole, temporarily cementing their lascivious bodies together in horny heat as frenetic fucking ensued. The space was so small there was only room to fuck standing up, either bent over the tiny desk or perched on a penis as Jackson was. This wasn't one of those corporate toss the papers of the desk and roll all over it moments. The curtains did little to hide the happenings behind them; revealing a silhouette of the erotic exchange that did not phase the other customers like it was a regular occurrence. There was no doubt it was a sex on premises venue, but to get the VIP (Very Intense Pounding) treatment from the boss wasn't the norm, in my experience. But it must have been here, as the walls seemed to have been soundproofed for sexy situations like this, or the walls did an exceptionally good job of soaking up sound, because all the thirsty thrusting was basically inaudible from the front of house. "Ohhhhhhhhhh...fuck....fuck yeah....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...you're so big....ohhhhhhhhhh...and so fucking hot....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...fuck me...hard....harder....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Jackson moaned, expressing his pleasure while begging for more as Eric alternated between grunting like a pig with every shove of his stick and emitting soft growls as he exhaled. "I'm gonna fucking come in your ass...fill you up with all that hot jizz you make me wanna shoot...ohhhhhhhhhhhh....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." "Give it to me stud....ohhhhhhhhhhhh....yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Eric pumped Jackson full of hot lava. "Best service ever?" Eric grinned as Jackson nodded before they kissed again. "You're wel-cum back anytime." Eric said, momentarily breaking his lips from Jackson's before planting them back as they resumed tongue-tying. As they made out, Eric fumbled around the desk drawer feeling for a butt plug to keep his cum inside Jackson to savour later, but was unable to find one and forwent the idea. "There's just one thing that would make the service just a bit better." Jackson grinned. "Yeah?" Eric replied as Jackson looked down as his pulsating pole itching for release. Eric dropped to his knees as he prepared to suck Jackson when they heard voices merely inches away on the other side of the curtain. Specifically, it was my voice as Jason processed my purchases. Playtime was over. Eric quickly kissed the bulbous head of Jackson's cock before helping him tuck it back into his underwear as Jackson struggled to get his jeans over the painfully unrelenting bulge. Hard-on unhidden, Jackson pulled on his shirt and emerged from behind the curtain, slightly disheveled and obviously sprung. "There you are. Where were you?" I asked him, feigning ignorance. "He was browsing. And he saw *plenty* he liked." Eric said as he stepped out, bare chested, his jeans opened and unzipped, allowing his white trunks to peek out. But before I had a chance to respond, Eric whistled what must have been some sort of secret signal, and in the blink of an eye the rest of the guys in the shop gravitated towards us like Stepford Studs. From out of nowhere, a chair was wheeled towards me and I was simultaneously sat on it and bound to it with rope. As the blur of events unfolded, a couple of strong hunks lifted Jackson on to the counter and laid him across it as they stripped him naked. His body now fully accessible, Jackson had as many as 7 guys all over him at any one time like white on rice: 1 fucking his sloppy ass, 2 slobbering all over his substantial shaft, 2 running their tongues over his torso or sucking his nipples, and 2 offering his orifice their suckable sticks. Eric led the pack, being one of the first to finally suck Jackson's cock after missing out earlier, while Jason initially fucked him. Initially, because he wasn't the only one but rather the first of a long succession. This went on for a few hours - as one group of guys finished and left, another quickly replaced them as Jackson was not bruised, but definitely battered - at least internally. But I heard no complaints, just continual waves of raunchy and raucous roars of gratification from all parties. The longer it went on, the more I expected 7 to become 8 with another guy inserting himself to double-fuck Jackson, but my man wasn't *that* greedy haha. This was just like the situation in Tijuana, only 100 times more amplified. Was I somehow destined to be typecast as a cuck by these self-serving, sexually over-hormonal, hard-built and hugely-hung bulls?! But in saying that, I found myself harder than hard, my cooped up cock desperate to be freed. At least last time the liberty to jerk myself off. There's not as much pleasure in being powerless. But eventually I was no longer forgotten about as a saviour came to my service. He was no Eric or Jason; average body (not that I'm complaining as I'm no adonis either or I wouldn't keep getting into these situations) and bald - something I usually associate with old age but he appeared to not be a senior citizen. Even if he were, I don't think I would have cared at this point as he pulled down my jeans, then my underwear; my usually forward-pointing cock so rock hard it flung itself against my stomach. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK..." I almost screamed. Never had a mouth felt sooooooooooooo good on my cock. As I was sucked off, I continued to watch Jackson fulfil the desires of these random strangers, or were they fulfilling his; the blowjob like a treat better than popcorn as I watched the strangely sexy show...the parade of penises either penetrating Jackson or being pulled by their masters as they too observed and/or waited their turn. Some cocks were better than others, as were some faces and bodies, but each attractive in their own way...or was I so keen for more I just saw what I wanted to in the moment. Not that my thoughts mattered as my own fantasies of sampling a few of the present horn dogs didn't eventuate. By the time I blew my load down the dude's mouth I was practically crying tears of joy as it felt so damn amazing to unleash my boiling lust-liquid. I was panting so heavily my heaving chest almost burst through its rope constraints. But my cock sucker was kind enough to untie me and I hugged him, the touch of his warm body against mine comforting and arousing as we looked in to each others eyes. But then he vanished. Jackson's doses of dick began dwindling too. He was unsurprisingly dazed by the end of it, and so I helped him get dressed and led him to the car. But not before I cheekily placed my hands on Eric's body and quickly ran my hands around his pecs and down over his abs, my fingers then trailing the length of his dangling semi-hard tool. He showed no sign of objecting but just as I wrapped my fingers around it, Jason slapped my ass and playfully shoved me towards the door. None of us verbally exchanged goodbyes, but it was clear we'd be welcome back anytime, and that we'd definitely consider it...