Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2013 18:23:56 -0500
From: Vlad <vampyrered@gmail.com>
Subject: Married Man Cum Obsession - Part 6

Married Man Cum Obsession Ð Part 6
Written by Daddy
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Chris was definitely sliding down the slippery slope, but could not stop.
The sexual addiction, fueled by his cum obsession was raging on.  His
adventure at the Truck Stop was exhilarating and yet left him empty.  His
ass had been used and seeded, and he fulfilled a longing for degrading sex,
but his soul was still on fire.  He had to have more.  Chris had turned the
corner of caring any more.  His life, such as it had been was more in
jeopardy than ever before.  How long could he keep this charade up?

Working away from home afforded Chris more opportunities to satisfy his
lust for men.  In his work environment he constantly searched out those
guys that he felt would use him and not care about him afterward.  He
didn't want emotion, or even friendship; he just wanted their cocks and
sperm.  Ever since his initial hotel experience, he lusted for the real
scent and taste of men.  If the trucker had spent a few days on the road,
and not showered much during the time, Chris found that exciting.  He liked
to think that he was doing the guy a favor by licking his stale sweat from
between his balls and ass.

Sitting in his borrowed office at a plant out about two days drive from
home he was getting bored.  It was only Wednesday, and although his first
sex had been the weekend he drove out, he had not had anything since.  He
would stroke his cock absentmindedly under his desk.  He loved the feel of
his dress slacks rubbing against his cock.  He took to not wearing
underwear any more.  It was just another barrier to his hole, and he loved
to free ball.  His cock would get somewhat engorged during the day, and as
he walked along the plant he hoped there were other men noticing.  Not that
he thought he would get that lucky.  Anyway it was quitting time, and the
thought of going back to this lonely hotel room was daunting.

Chris overhead some of the men at the plant talk about a local bar not far
from the plant.  Apparently all the workers stopped by for a cold one on
the way home, and it did provide some food.  Having skipped lunch, Chris
decided to head over there.  He was unsure if he should change first, but
decided it was too much of a hassle.  The bar was called Lonny's Joint.
Not much to speak of really, and the name to not give any indication as to
what sort of place it was.  Chris assumed it was like most local pubs, and
had its roots in the labor from the town, and it was unassuming.  He was
entirely correct.  It didn't take him long to find the ramshackle building
tucked off the main road leading from the plant to the main town.  It was
well camouflaged by the tree lined dirt road, and seemed like the kind of
place most women would never go to.

As he drove up he noticed that there weren't many vehicles in the lot, but
then again most of the laborers had left about two hours prior.  Chris
being management, he always stayed later to catch up on the day's numbers,
and so forth.  He parked next to a beat up old Ford truck that seemed like
one he noticed at the plant.  That gave his loins a bit of a tingle to hope
that some hot plant worker might still be around.  He opened the entrance
door, which had seen better days.  It was dark inside, and it took him a
minute to adjust his eyes to dimness.

Once he could see well enough he noticed that it was pretty much what he
expected.  The bar was centered in the space, and was only a few feet from
the entrance.  There were tables and some booths scattered around the
place, and in the far left corner he could see a pool table.  There also
seemed to be a small stage erected to the far right corner of the building,
which suggested either small band night or karaoke. The man behind the bar
was a big bear of a guy.  He could easily have been 6'3 o r 6'4" tall, and
about 280.  Definitely someone you didn't want to mess with.  There were
about ten people in the place that Chris could see, and they were all
congenially downing their beers.  There must have been a small kitchen in
the back, as he could smell the burned grease.

Chris casually walked up to the bar, found an empty stool and straddled it
like a huge cock.  He could feel the eyes around the room watching him.
The bartender ambled over, and looked him straight in the eyes.  "What can
I get you?"  "Whatever you have cold on tap", Chris answered.  The big guy
walked over to the taps and poured him a large glass of beer.  As he was
doing so Chris could not help but check out the man's ass.  It was a nice
round ass, and stretched the denim of his jeans.  There was a slight sweat
stain at the seam where his crack was, and it made Chris sigh.  "Be two
dollars man," the big man said as he placed the glass in front of him.  The
man was still staring him down trying to intimidate him, as Chris stood up,
reached into his pocket for the cash.  Chris took a chance to glance down
at the man's crotch as he did so, and found that was sizable as well.

Chris's cock was already hard, and he knew the bartender could tell from
the bulge in his slacks when he stood up.  The man made no discernable
reaction, and it Chris felt a little let down.  The fact that he was
fucking horned to hell did not help his mental state.  At this point any
man would get him aroused.  The bartender left to deposit his cash into the
register, which gave Chris the opportunity to look around the place a bit
better.  There were a couple of men at the far left corner that he thought
he recognized from work.  They were deeply involved in whatever
conversation they were having, and only casually looked up.  The bartender
moved over to that spot and joined in.  There were a few others
strategically placed around the bar, but no one else seemed familiar.

Chris took a big gulp of his beer, and was amazed at how satisfying it was.
After a long day, a cold brew sometimes is the best medicine.  He was down
to about half when the big bear of bartender came back and asked if he
needed another.  Chris said yes, and asked if he could get something to
eat.  At that the big man's eyes seemed to glint a bit, and he tugged very
roughly at his crotch, seemingly adjusting himself.  "Sure we got some grub
we could work up," he said with a decided smirk on his face.  "Mostly beef
around here, so that the kinda meal you looking for?"  Chris was taken
aback by the way the man turned his sentence, and figured he might have
misunderstood.  "Yeah, hungry man here so whatever you are offering would
be good."  "You like your meat raw?" he asked.  At this point Chris
definitely got the intent, and simply answered, "Yes, sir."

The bear just smiled, and walked back to the kitchen.  There he yelled back
to the cook to put a burger on the grill "for looks", and some fries.  Then
he turned around and walked back to Chris with another cold beer in his
hand.  He also had unzipped his fly from what he noticed.  Chris just
smiled as he handed the man another two dollars.  "No need, this one is on
me," the bartender said.  "My name is Bear, or at least that is what people
call me around here", he said extending his big paw of a hand.  Chris
eagerly shook the man's hand, and felt that tingle you get when you know
you are shaking hands with someone of your kind.  They clasped hands just
those few seconds longer than is customary, and Chris felt like he was
being claimed.  "You must be the travel shop manager the boys have been
telling me about", Bear said.  "Yeah that's me".

"Hmm, kinda thought so by the way you came in here, besides they was giving
me a pretty good description."  Chris was puzzled by that, and asked what
he meant.  "Well you see we don't get many men like you around here, and
well it's a nice change for the boys".  Chris was still a bit puzzled but
thought he had the gist of things.  "I am a normal guy, married, kids, and
just doing my job", Chris responded.  "Might be that way on the outside,
but from what I hear you are a completely different man on the inside".
Chris started to get a bit nervous, but that did not seem to affect his
cock.  That is where the conversation ended.  A few new customers came in
and Bear moved out of range to attend to them.

After a short while his food was apparently ready and Bear came back over
with the plate.  As he bent down to retrieve some utensils and such from
under the bar, Chris noticed the very visible sign of butt crack.  There
was a tuft of dark curly hair coming out the top part, and it looked damp.
Bear set down the napkins and fork, and turned around to get some
condiments from the bar area.  As he did so he let out a loud fart.  Chris
instinctively took a deep whiff.  Bear just turned around with a smile, and
apologized.  "Sorry bout that, the chilli today is really hitting me." "No
worries man, understand how a man's ass works".

Chris had to admit that the thought of that fart squeezing out between the
big man's ass cheeks was a sweet image.  He could only image how hot and
sweaty his furry ass crack would be after a long day at the bar.  His cock
began to leak a bit, and the beer knocked at his bladder.  Guess it was
time to hit the head.  He looked around for the sign showing him the way,
and finally found it in the back corner by the pool table.  As he looked in
that direction he caught the two guys at the far corner sneaking casual
looks in his direction.  Wonder what was up?

Chris stood, adjusted his cock a bit so that it was not too obvious, and
made his way around the bar.  He hoped the dim lighting would not show the
precum stain down the right side of his trousers. Chris knew his half stiff
cock would be showing, and swinging a bit when he walked.  He loved that
feeling, and that only made things worse.  He really needed to get to the
men's room and piss, and put himself back together.  As he approached the
restroom, he chanced a backward glance at the men at the corner of the bar.
As he suspected, they were watching him.

The door to the men's room squeaked a bit loudly as he opened it, though
over the loud bass of the music he doubted anyone heard it.  The room was
small and utilitarian.  There was one sink, two urinals, and two stalls.
The first thing that hit him was the rank smell of the room.  Smoke, piss,
and shit smells combined to give you the sense that many men had unloaded
in this room.  He also noted that there was someone in the first stall.  He
didn't recall seeing anyone making their way back that way, but he was busy
eating, and drinking.  Then he noticed the smell.  It was Bear.  He must
have made it back that way shortly after leaving that delicious fart for
him.  The idea of the big man's ass opening up for his shit was more than
Chris could stand.

Chris cautiously made his way to the other stall.  As he hoped there was a
glory hole cut into the adjacent wall.  Chris unzipped his pants and let
them fall to his ankles.  He then sat down on the cold rim seat, and took a
deep breath.  The smell was intoxicating.  His dick was still leaking
precum from earlier, but now stoking it he was causing it to really flow.
He bent over slightly to peer through the roughly cut hole.  There he could
see the big thighs of the bear, and his fur covered belly.  He also noted
that he was stroking a thick piece of meat.  "Wondered when you would make
your way in there boy" the bear said.  Chris pulled back frightened that he
had been spotted.  "No need to be scared boy, I knew who you were, and I
know what you like".

"Why don't you come over here and get what you been looking for."  Chris's
heart was racing, and his cock throbbing.  His own asshole was twitching in
anticipation of what was to come.  He pulled up his pants, and waddled over
to the other stall.  The door was naturally unlatched.  As he pushed the
door open he saw a vision.  There sat this magnificent bear of a man.
Large body, fur on his face and body, big thick cock, thick thighs, and he
wanted Chris to service him.  Chris stepped in, closed the door, but did
not lock it.  He immediately got to his knees in front of the man on the
john.  "Knew you liked the smell of my ass when I farted, and waited here
for you to show."  "How did you know?" Chris asked.  "Your reputation as a
cum whore proceeds you.  All the men at the plant know that you will taken
any and all cocks."

Chris was dumbfounded.  How could they?  Then he realized that Brian must
have sent word to someone at the plant.  But if he did, why had no one made
a move?  That was to be answered shortly.  "Yeah, the two dudes at the end
of the bar spotted you the first day.  Buddy, the shorter guy got a call
from someone you know."  That answered that.  Bear continued to stroke his
cock while he let Chris in on the scene.  "Buddy and Cal were discussing
you when you walked in tonight", the bear laughed.  "Must have been fate or
something."  Chris didn't care any more.  All he wanted was what this man
had to give.  "May I suck your cock Sir?" he asked.  The bear simply moved
his hands away and laid both big paws on his thighs.  The sight of that
thick, wet cock standing straight up from those thighs was erotic.  Chris
moved his face closer to the big man's crotch, and was immediately
assaulted from the stink from the bowl.  Mixed with the smell of musk from
his crotch, and the days sweat was the smell from his ass.  Chris was in
heaven.  He maneuvered his mouth of the big, purple head of the man's dick,
and licked the precum.  It tasted sweet, and thick.  He engulfed the entire
head into his mouth and moved his tongue tentatively round the head.  The
big man moaned loudly from the pleasure.

Knowing that he was hitting the right spots, Chris continued to swallow
more of the man's thick cock into his throat.  It was a bit more difficult
than he anticipated, but he was hungry.  Nothing was going to stop him from
getting it all the way in.  He finally succeeded in taking all but one inch
of the monster into his throat.  Bear moaned and sighed with pleasure.
"Here boy, let me stand up so I can fuck that sweet mouth of yours.  Chris
moved backward on his knees to allow Bear some room.  In the process he
knocked the door open so that his ass was now facing out to the main room.

Bear then put his big hand on the back of Chris's head and led him back to
his dick.  In this position Chris was able to swallow the additional inch
of the man's cock.  Bear was getting heated in his thrusting into his
throat, and the spit was dripping down Chris's chin, and tears were rolling
down his cheeks.  The man was brutally abusing his throat, but Chris did
not care.  It was during this intense face fucking, that the door to the
men's room was opened.  He heard voices approaching but did not care.  He
felt rather than saw at least two people standing behind him.  "He doing a
good job on you Bear?" the one man asked.  "Damn, straight he is Buddy!"

So, Buddy and Cal had joined the fun he was having.  "You gonna make him
eat that big dirty hole of yours too?" Cal asked.  "Hell, he will have his
fill of me every way possible, and you I suspect," Bear mentioned.  The
thought of cleaning Bear's ass was what he really wanted, but he really
wanted his cum too.  Now that Buddy and Cal were in the room he hoped he
would get theirs as well.  Chris needn't have worried about that.  As he
was continuing to service Bear's cock, the other two men were slipping out
of their jeans.  He heard belt buckles and zippers being pulled down.  He
heard them struggle to get their work boots off, and make themselves
comfortable.  Chris's ass was already exposed, so he assumed both men would
fuck him.

Bear pulled him off his cock, and told him to move back a bit.  Chris
complied, and it was then that the big man turned around.  Bear presented
Chris with that wonderfully round, furry butt.  It was well muscled, and
fit his frame nicely.  "Better get to work on that hole of mine boy. I took
a massive shit in that bowl and I need it cleaned up fast."  Then Bear bent
over the toilet so that his forearms rested on the toilet tank.  Chris
needed no urging.  He started to pry the big man's ass apart, when Buddy
told him to stand up.  "You need to get your ass up a bit, so that my
friend Cal can taste your sweet hole while you feast on Bear's."  Chris's
pants were still around his ankles, but he stood and kicked them off. He
then bent over so that his ass was easily accessible, and he could still
get in deep to Bear's.  He then started to get to work.  He pried the big
man's ass cheeks apart and sniffed first.  The musty stench of ass crack
was amazing and heady.  The stink of his shit mixed well with his natural
scent and it was all Chris needed.  His tongue darted in and found a clump
of shit still hanging on to the hairs around his hole.  He swiped his
tongue deeply into the trench and came away with his tongue coated.

Just as he was beginning, he felt Cal's tongue work on his own hole.  His
tongue was thick and rough but felt amazing against his tender flesh.  His
hole was just now recovering from the truck stop adventure.  Cal was as
eager an ass eater as Chris was.  Chris tried to match his movements with
his own, so that he was feeling and giving the same.  Bear pressed back
with is big as, and really wanted Chris to get in there deep.  "Fucking eat
my shit hole boy, I want to feel your nose so deep in my hole that you can
sneeze my shit!" Chris did his best to do so.  Cal's menstruations were
getting him really turned on.  He wanted cock in his ass badly.  Cal worked
his hole deep, and just like Bear's need, he went in deep.  Chris's ass
opened up naturally to the intrusion and relaxed for penetration.

"Ah fuck man your tongue feels so good in my big ole ass" Bear shouted.  "I
love a fag boy working my stink hole and enjoying it".  Buddy chimed in
with, "Yeah, your wife probably glad she doesn't have to eat that sewer
hole."  Bear laughed.  "Dude that bitch won't even suck my big cock let
alone anything else."  Both men laughed.  "Hey Cal you about done sucking
his shit, I need to unload my cock and get home", Buddy said.  Cal moved
off, and said, "Go for it dude, I want to lick your cock as you slide it in
and out of his hole."  Bear then stood up and turned around again.  "Well
if you are going to fuck him I want to watch."  He then moved his cock back
to Chris' s mouth.  "Suck my dick while Buddy breeds that cunt hole of
yours boy!" Chris opened wide.

Buddy's cock was a long one. He pushed the head in and then slid right to
his pubes.  Chris gasps as his ass stretched open to accommodate.  He still
had a throat full of bear cock, so he could not say anything.  Buddy
grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard.  There was no mercy in his
motions.  Buddy was working his prostate deep and well, and Chris was glad
he could not scream.  The act of being spit roasted was one of the reasons
he loved being a cum whore.  Bear was fucking his throat almost in rhythm
to Buddy's fucking.  Cal for his part was licking Buddy's cock, and Chris's
hole during the fucking.  Chris knew he was getting some ass juices
flowing, and Cal must really enjoy tasting it.  Buddy did not take long to
unload into him.  He felt Buddy's cock pulse deep within him in no time.
Buddy pulled his cock out slowly so that Cal could lick residue off his
cock.  Once out Cal took his friends cock into his mouth and gave it a
thorough cleaning.

"Well that was as sweet as Brian said it would be", Buddy said.  "I am so
glad he tipped us off to this whore coming out our way for a week.
Probably hit this again before the slut leaves".  He had backed off and was
getting dressed at this point.  "Guess it's my turn to fuck that hole now
that you have him loosened up and wet", Bear stated.  But I want him to sit
on my cock and ride it.  So Bear sat back down on the toilet and spread his
legs.  Chris stood, and turned around and slowly squatted back.  He grabbed
ahold of the big man's cock and guided it to his waiting hole.  He then let
that thick cock stretch him out.  The head popped in with little problem,
but the shaft was bigger than he had taken recently, so that his ass hole
was tearing.

Chris apparently was taking to long to sit on his cock so Bear grabbed him
by his waist, and thrust deeply.  Chris screamed as the huge cock tore his
hole and filled his ass.  "Shut the fuck up you fucking pig!" Bear yelled.
"You will fucking take my shit up that dirty cum hole of yours, and be
quiet about it, I don't want every one in the fucking bar to know I am corn
holing you!" Chris tried to stifle his cries.  Cal stepped up and presented
his cock to him.  "Here slut, suck on my cock to keep your mouth shut".
Chris did as he was told, and concentrated on sucking the other man's cock
rather than the pain his ass was in.

Bear was even more relentless than Buddy.  He forced his cock deep into
Chris's ass harder and harder with each thrust.  He was going to wreck his
hole, and he was going to take possession of it.  Chris had tears running
down his face, but he kept sucking on Cal's cock.  Cal's cock was a decent
size and shape, and was very veiny.  Chris concentrated on using his tongue
along those veins in the shaft to really work the man up.  Cal held his
head in place to stabilize him against his rape.  Bear was taking control
and Cal knew just what he needed.  Chris's mind was reeling from fear and
excitement.  He loved to be used, but had never quite experienced the
brutality that Bear was inflicting on him.  Luckily for Chris Bear was very
near cumming.

Bear forced the man's ass to take his cock.  He jack hammered Chris's hole
like it had not feeling.  He did not care either way.  The big man was
enjoying himself, and getting his cock off.  He enjoyed using fag sluts
that wanted his big dick and cum.  He would fill his hole with a week's
worth of cock snot, and if he were lucky some piss too.  His cock was
throbbing and he was ready to shoot.  He cried as he felt the explosion
exit is cock and thrusted deep into the cum slut's ass.  What a sweet hole
this boy has he thought.  Just as he was cumming so was Cal.  Cal let out a
stifled cry as his tender cock shot lob after lob of baby batter down
Chris's throat.

Almost as suddenly as it all began it was over. Bear pushed him off his
spent cock, and lay back against the tank.  "Boy you better get down here
and clean you shit off my dick, I don't want to have your stink on my the
rest of the night!" Chris pulled off Cal's cock and turned back around to
service Bear.  He was lucky he was not too dirty, but there still was some
shit streaks and cum covering the spent cock.  He quickly slipped the limp
flesh into his mouth, and working his tongue cleaned his cock off nicely.
Just then the door opened and someone yelled, "Hey Bear, you need to get
out here, some new customers showed".  "Be right there!" Bear responded.
"Get the fuck out of my way you fucking pig, I need to get dressed!"  Chris
crawled back and let the man pull himself together.  Cal was already
dressed, and was washing his hands at this point.  Cal looked back over at
Chris, and just said Thanks.  He then walked out.  Bear washed his hands
and ran his damp hands through his hair.  He did not look at Chris, but
said, "You better get dressed and get your ass out of my bar fast."  Chris
sat naked on the cold tile floor amazed.  "Oh, your burger is on me for the
fuck".  Bear then exited the room.  Chris was devastated.  He had never
been treated quite so callously.  He had been used, but the men always
seemed appreciative, and not like he was dirt.  Problem was, he like it.
That is where the confusion lay.

Chris did as he was told and got dressed as quickly as he could.  His dress
slacks were ruined from the filth on the floor, but he couldn't help that.
As he walked out of the men's room, and out of the bar he hoped that he
could hold all the cum inside him.  He clenched his ass cheeks tightly and
walked to the door.  It was just then that he ran into Cal.  "I loved
eating your ass and tasting my friend's cum from your hole, do you think
you could feed me what you have up there now?"  Chris looked at him and
asked, "So the other guys don't know just how piggy you get?" "I haven't
done much with them, and what has happened was within context like tonight.
I have kept things really cautious, but I really want to eat the cum you
collected out of your ass." Chris understood the man's situation and said
that he would feed him.  "Where do we go?"  Cal said he didn't have a place
as he too was married, but if he would feed him out in the woods he would
take it.  So, the two men walked out of the bar together.

There was dense outcropping of trees that surrounded the ramshackle
building. It was extremely dark out except for the foggy lighting from the
old floodlights on the corners of the building.  Cal led him to the back of
the parking lot and along a well walked path.  This led to a clearing where
an old sofa lay and other discarded pieces of furniture and appliances.
Cal directed Chris to the sofa.  "Here drop your pants, and then climb on
the sofa and push your ass back.  I will get under you ass and you can feed
me."  Chris dropped his pants and positioned himself on the sofa, holding
onto the back for balance.  He saw the other man kneel down in direct line
to his ass hole.  Chris then felt the man's rough tongue swipe up and down
his ass crack.  After the brutal fucking he just endured, Cal's tongue sent
shivers of pain running through his body.  Bu as tender as his hole was, it
still felt amazing to have a warm wet tongue on his hole.  "You ready?"
Chris asked.  "Yes, please and hurry".  Chris then started to relax his
sphincter and push back with his abdomen like he was taking a shit.

It took Chris's ass muscles a minute or so to respond appropriately, then
he felt his hole open and the cum begin to flow.  He felt Cal's mouth clamp
onto his tender hole and begin to suck.  With each suction action Chris
felt his ass open up more.  Once the flow started, he felt the man just let
his tongue work over his hole and lap up the spent juices of the other two
men.  Cal was hungry.  "The feeling of this man subjugating himself to his
ass was erotic.  His cock started to get stiff as he envisioned the man
feed off his used ass.  Cal worked his tongue deep into his sphincter, and
cleaned him up nicely.  "Dude, that is all there is" Chris said. "I know
but it was wonderful, thank you."  Chris turned around with is stiff cock
sticking out. "I would help you out with that, but I have to get home. I
have stayed out longer than I usually do and my wife will be going nuts."
"Thank you again."  With that Cal walked back down the path and out of the
woods.

Chris decided that while he was still hard he would just stay out there and
work off his frustrations and then head to the hotel.  He closed his eyes
and started to stroke his neglected cock.  He was lost in his own fantasies
when he heard someone come up the path.  He also saw a flashlight beam
coming toward him.  He tried to pull himself together quickly, but the
light hit him and a voice told him to stay put and not move.  Through the
brush he saw the owner of that flashlight; it was a local cop. HOLY SHIT
was all Chris could think.  This was not what he needed. The cop, a tall
man with broad shoulders squared himself a few feet away from Chris.  "What
the fuck you doin' out here boy?" Chris was so scared at this point he
couldn't speak.  "I fucking asked you a question, you better answer!"
Chris stammered, "I was just umÉ" The cop started to shine the
flashlight beam down Chris's body to examine him.  Unfortunately Chris was
unable to get his cock back into his pants correctly and to close them.
His trousers were still smeared with the filth from the bar men's room, so
he could imagine he was a mess.

"I think I am gettin' the picture here", the cop said.  "You are one of
those fags that trolls bars for drunk cock?"  How was Chris going to
answer?  "Well SIR as it happensÉ." Chris started when the cop cut him
off. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAG SHIT!"  "You see I know exactly what you are
up to.  Bear at the bar is a friend of mine, and he let me know that there
was a cum slut fag in his bar that just ate his shit from his ass and took
that baseball bat cock of his up his butt".  The cop continued, "So I
assume that given that your pants are open, and I can tell there is shit,
and piss on your pants, that you are the fag."  Chris stared at the man,
assessing him physically and mentally.  Physically he was a nice looking.
He had closely cropped dark hair, a moustache, his body was a nicely built,
and he had nice legs.  Chris figured him for a runner for sure.  "Now what
am I going to do with you?"

TO BE CONTINUEDÉ