Accidental Fuckhole

By Bruno Newman

Published on May 14, 2023

Gay

Accidental Fuckhole, Part 1 By Bruno Newman

`Accidental Fuckhole, Part 1' {Bruno Newman} ( MB ws anal reluc rough ) [1!3]

Disclaimer: Porn is good. But porn is by and large fantasy. In the real world please play safe and only with consenting adults. But in porn... go ahead and pull out the stops. Any constructive feedback or exchanges, email me at bruno.newman32@gmail.com

I didn't see the piss coming, literally, in time to get my eyes closed. NOT what I was expecting! `What the...?' Was I supposed to drink?

A hand clasped the crown of my head and forced me to face the cascade of urine. "Open up, boy. Swallow." So, yeah, I was expected to drink their piss. I sputtered and cracked open my eyes to the 3 men standing over me, relieving their bladders at my expense. My own underwear filled with other men's urine-- my balls swimming in it. My eyes stung.

"Not too late to make a run for it, Cupcake" said the one called Gordo. "Before we take further advantage."

In defiance to being referred to in such a manner, I answered by leaning into the warm streams and opening wide.

"Okay, then..." It was the one with the bald head but hairy face and chest, and he was shaking out the last drops of his pee onto my tongue. "I wanna see what he has in the trunk of these tightie whities." He pulled me to my feet as the other two pissed down my legs but finished with jumping little jets of liquid from their cockheads. Brunner, was it? the baldy, hairy-chested one? Not that I really got introductions up front. But let's say Brunner, the one lifting me by my pits. Once he had me on my feet he tucked my head beneath his arm so as to lean over me and run a paw done my shorts and maul at my shithole. "Just what I thought" he reported to his buddies. "A shaved pussy."

"Aw, man" moaned Gordo. "I gave up dolphin-safe pussy a long time ago. What you think, Brian? Still want a poke or should we just spank him and chase him back upstairs?"

Brian? Really? Just...Brian?

In a Southern drawl, Brian answered "Shaved cunt adds a li'I variety to tha menu. Never pass up a free meal, what I always say." His hands replaced Brunner's and now Brian massaged my anus. "I could go fer some hot boy-pussy myself once in ahwhile."

Brunner spoke up. "Then maybe you should take him home later, Tex." So let's go with Tex' then for now instead of Brian'. "You can play with the pussy-- fuck it, taste it, give it a bubble bath, whatever, I don't care--until the sun comes up tomorrow. It's not what we came here for today. I say we all shout Boo!' and let him keep his pristine butt til his balls drop another day." Then he leaned into me to direct his next remark at me. "Bet you wear penny loafers to school, don'cha collegeboy."

Once again I was offended by uncalled-for remarks regarding my manhood. I hadn't worn loafers since, like, I was twelve.

"I don't know `bout thet, guys" said Tex from his anal inspection of me. "Boy's pretty loose. He's had sumthin shoved in here wreckin' his hole awready. See fer yersefs." And that caused the other two to step around and bend me over to grope at my most private of parts.

"Damn, kid!" It was Brunner. "How many times you been fucked in your young life? How many dicks you had up in here before?"

"Ummm... Only three."

"Musta been three really big'uns" from what had to be Tex.

"Well," I felt the need to explain. "I did have a dildo shoved up in there earlier today. Maybe that's it. Because my boyfriend, he's only got a 5-incher. And he doesn't like to do the fucking generally."

"Don't tell me" scoffed Gordo. "Our little Cupcake here is the topman for some little kitten. Ha!" and they all got a chuckle out of that one. "Tell you what, kiddo, take some time to grow your shaved asshairs back and then come stumbling down these stairs again."

"Hey, Gordo" ordered Brunner. "Step up there and show Cupcake what a man's ass is supposed to look like." Still on my knees and drip-drying, I was presented the sight of two hairy globes of man-butt, impressive in how broad across they were. And when he bent forward, pulling back on a rump, I saw the moist and meaty pucker of Gordo lined in swirling black curls, causing my own rectum to retreat inwardly in shame.

Earlier on this very day (it was a Saturday) my frat house was mostly empty. And the last thing I wanted to do was study for my Chem test on Monday. I swore I'd go out of my horny fucking mind if I had to crack a book today. My boyfriend, Rick, had gone home for the weekend and left me with an un-sated hard-on. Nobody in the fraternity knew Rick and I were `together' other than Givens, who shared a room (and a love of cock) with us. Rick had just learned here in our freshman year that he liked a little dick poked up his rear-end, but he wasn't a fem and so it wasn't obvious about us. And HELL! I was pretty studly myownself! I played football! I worked out. I wore boots and read Hustler! Least I had considered myself masculine and god's gift--until I had sauntered mistakenly into the lower dungeon of the bath-house later in the day.

I started off my lonely afternoon with the door locked and the 8-inch black rubber dildo I used once on Rick winding its way up my itchy chute. And, okay, I had shaven my ass the day before. But maybe that was out of boredom or maybe because Givens, in his all too in-the-know of gay culture, had volunteered to put a razor to both me and Rick's rear-ends in exchange for us helping him get to those hard-to-reach places of his own crack and because I didn't think I should pass on the opportunity for a free asshole shaving cause do you have any idea what kind of a contortionist you gotta be to shave your own? Well--do you??

I hadn't had a good ass-fucking since I was home at Thanksgiving by my Uncle Morty back 4 months ago. Cause I couldn't really count Rick with his skinny prick and his gentle poking around but never cumming--all of twice this semester. No! And heaven knows it was left up to me to act the Alpha Fucking Male and do the heavy lifting fucking parts. Course I had only myself to blame, as I would never confess to Rick or to Givens my hidden desire to be manhandled and deep-raped. My Uncle Morty knew and understood but when his nephew would lay there on his back and pull open his own asscheeks and beg for it, it couldn't really be called rape.

So after an unsatisfactory dildo-fuck and the emptying of my balls and still being cross-eyed horny, I decided to make the trip 2 towns away where nobody would know me and where Givens had told me about a bath-house where men walked around naked and stuck their dicks into any and every hole available to them. I wanted to be one of those available holes, just for a day. I didn't have my expectations up too high, I don't guess; not thinking I'd get any luckier than some self-deluded jock or an older daddy-figure married man. But when I got there and was cruised by only pretty boys and one grandpa with grey pubic hair, my luck changed when I spotted the stairwell in the back and obliviously didn't read the warning sign: something about there be dragons here or abandon all hope. At the bottom of the steps was a booth. And in this booth was a man. He was shaggy, with no way of telling where his unruly head of hair ended and his beard started. I couldn't see below his chest as he was seated there. Some kind of guardian of the deep I supposed. I said "Umm, hi" but wasn't sure if he spoke English, or any human language. His beard moved and I heard a rumble. Sounded something like "You can't come down here without membership" or it might have been "I will eat you up in one bite." Heavy footsteps pounded behind me down the stairs and I looked up to see who later turned out to be my rescuers/abusers/fuck-daddies. They looked me up and down and said "We vouch for him, Wolfie."

To avenge my insulted manhood and because I had driven all this way and because my anus was REALLY itching from 3 sets of hands on it, I stated "I'm not going back up there. I came here to get fucked and to take home some fuck-juices in my gut." The 3 gorilla he-men exchanged looks and talked it over and decided they could spare a coupla hours on my ass and still have time and spunk left over to do what they came to do.

Just as they bent me over some huge padded ottoman, we heard footsteps on the stairs and I got my head turned enough to see black motorcycle boots descending, leading the way for leather pants, a bare chest with cross-straps and finally the goateed motherfucken Satyr of all raunch-loving satyrs. I gulped. Mr Satyr was followed by 2 beefy leather-chapped dudes who would have looked more studly than they did if they had descended first.

"Hey, Leroy" hollered Tex. "Look what we caught. A li'l stray bunny rabbit from upstairs what lost his way but decided to stay after all. You want sum?"

Boots stomped my way and an appraising hand ran from my rump, up my back, to my head. I now looked into a leather cod-piece. "Hummm..." bellowed Leroy the Satyr. "Rabbit meat. Tender and shaved and pink. Had me some last week. Wasn't bad. Like fucking a ragdoll before it was over though. I'll have to pass for now. Found me two business associates at my machine shop yesterday, in just for the weekend." A round of introductions was done ( I was left out ). "Promised I'd fuck em both to Hell and back before they flew out in the morning. Got a good start last night but I wanted to show em the dungeon and what it had to offer. Jake here still has an inch or two of asshole I didn't get to last night. But, hey, if you guys are still here when we're done and if Little Thumper here isn't bleeding too bad or crying for his mommy, then we might have a go at him."

This is when it crossed my mind to excuse myself. I actually longed for Rick's vanilla penis to prod around my insides but never cum.

And this is where my scene changed from amusing and needy into a bone-crunching assault on my orifices.

Next: Chapter 2


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