The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If nasty male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read nasty, sordid filth like this. Hell, even if you're under 30 this'll probably scare the shit out of you. I'm not even sure if I should read it .
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Queers frequented public toilets where they performed obscene, vile acts on one another.
So the City closed down all the public toilets and replaced them with safe, sanitised, boring little plastic unisex cubicles. If you weren't out in five minutes flat you'd automatically be doused in cold water and the door would fly open . . .
And, lo! the public-toilet-frequenting queers did sob.
Until Daniel McCallion won the lottery.
Daniel was a raunch-pig through and through. He'd spent hours every week - dammit, every DAY - in various public bogs around the City. At 2.00am you'd probably see him lying on his back on the filthy, piss-soggy concrete floor in front of the urinals in the Centennial Park bogs as he was soaked in the combined beer-piss of four stinkin' truckers. By 3.30am he'd be in the bogs on the Waterfront getting his rank hairy ass eaten out by some arrogant young skinhead. By 4.00 he'd have pissed up the same skinhead's skinny arse and be sucking the sweat out of . . .
But you get the picture.
Needless to say, Daniel was truly pissed off when the City closed down the bogs.
Fukkit! The bog by the bus station, the one with the excellent glory holes in every cubicle, had been turned into a fucking flower shop! Dahlias had replaced dicks!
What the fuck was the City coming to?!
The City still had a couple of gay saunas . . . even a gay cruise club. But they weren't the same, not for Daniel. They didn't have the stench of sweat-n-piss maleness, the sense of danger - they were clean, safe . . . boring. He had a few regular fuck-buddies - but even this was too regular, too safe. He'd even tried the internet. Yawn.
And then Daniel McCallion won the lottery.
He'd bullshitted about winning the lottery with his mates at various time. Buying a huge house, a car, a business, a yacht, travel, a fulltime raunch-slave . . . But Daniel never told anyone that what he really wanted was . . . .
Knights Bay was about twenty minutes drive from the centre of the City. It was surrounded by rough, rocky hills and cliffs. A few brave souls had built weather-beaten houses there that overlooked the angry sea and an irregular stretch of stony beach.
A rough, unsealed road lead up the hills behind these houses to a ten-acre block of land covered in outcrops of rock, tough grasses, and stubborn, weather-ravaged trees. By following a dirt walkway, any visitor to this site could readily access a small concrete-and-cinderblock structure known to regulars as "Dan's Bog".
I stood at the urinal and began to piss against the rough, watersoaked concrete. I'd rather have been pissing it down some fucker's throat but I was obviously too early . . .
I heard scrunching on the gravel outside . . . another player - halle-fucking-lujah! By the light of the single, dim bulb I saw him enter the structure. Big bastard, bearded, shaved head, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. He had a black sports bag with him that he threw casually into a corner.
"Fuck it!" he bellowed as he glanced my way and headed towards me. "That's one helluva hike t'get here. Makes a bloke fuckin' thirsty!"
As he said this he ripped off his shirt revealing a broad, solid chest covered with thick, dark hair. He threw his bulk down with his back against the wall of the urinal, sitting in the trough.
"Feed my thirst, fucker . . . " he groaned.
Now, I'm not one to discourage an offer like that, so I aimed my piss-stream directly at his gaping mouth and just carried on pissing. He swallowed, smacked his lips, gargled and generally revelled in my piss offering. When I was finally drained he grinned up at me.
"Well, thank you!" he said. "Don't want t'die of thirst before the action starts."
"Damn right," I said, grinning back at him.
As if on cue we both heard the scrunching of footsteps outside and a skinny Maori guy came in. He stopped in the doorway and took in the scene - me leaning against a wall with my dick hanging out and sparking up a joint, and Big Bastard still sitting in the urinal trough and grinning. The Maori guy walked up to Big Bastard, unzipped his fly and started up a slow, steady stream, soaking Big Bastard from head to toe. I walked up behind Maori Guy and ground my dick into his denim-covered ass while bringing the joint up to his lips. He responded by pushing his ass back against my crotch and taking a deep toke on the joint.
Once he finished soaking Big Bastard, he leaned forward, his hands against the back of the concrete urinal and let his jeans drop to his ankles, freed one leg and spread his legs, revealing his dark chocolate fuck-hole.
"Now that's the way to start a party!" said Big Bastard as he stood up. He opened the front of his jeans revealing an impressive dick half-encased in a truly scungy jock-strap.
"Aw, fuck yeah!" sighed Maori Guy as he bent further to start slurping and sucking on the offered prize.
I passed the joint to Big Bastard and wasted no time in squatting behind Maori Guy and digging my tongue into his funky little asshole. He groaned around Big Bastard's dick as I wormed a couple of fingers into his tasty pucker. From his groaning and the way his hole seemed to suck on my fingers and tongue, I figured he was ready for the real thing so I stood up, pointed my rock-hard dick at the centre of the current universe and pushed forward towards sweet, warm, balls-deep, twitching, enveloping heaven .
"We got us a spit-roast happening," chuckled Big Bastard as he passed the joint back to me.
I took a deep toke on that joint and got to work pounding the fuck out of that sweet hole. Maori Guy proved to be a fucking expert in the art of sluttery. Big Bastard's eyes kept rolling to the back of his head as Maori Guy worked on his dick, balls and filthy jockstrap. And I discovered that even in the moments when I stopped thrusting to suck on the joint we were passing between us, Maori Guy's ass muscles took over the work, massaging my dick without even moving his body.
Eventually Big Bastard and I swapped places and I discovered that Maori Guy's oral skills were equal - if not better - than his ass skills! What a fucking ride!
"Shit, yeah," hollered Big Bastard, riding Maori Guy's ass like a champ. "Now I see why you were so happy fucking this ass! Fuck! Sweet fuckin' ride! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' cum!!!"
As Big Bastard grunted and groaned loudly, shooting his cum load inside that talented ass, Maori guy sucked me with wild abandon, moaning as spit ran from his drooling mouth onto my big shaved balls. Sighing loudly, Big Bastard pulled out and I turned Maori Guy around and pushed him down on to his hands and knees. He reached back with both hands and spread his smooth brown bubble butt, ready for me to pound my dick back into his hole. Instead I dropped to my knees - I wanted that load out of his ass for myself. I opened my mouth and expertly started to tongue his hungry hole. It just opened up allowing my tongue to dig deep into the cavern. I scarfed that funky hole like the true pig that I am, digging deep for ass juice and Big Bastard's hot cum lode.
Not to be left out, Big bastard lay down on the piss covered floor and wriggled his way under my crotch to work on my rock-hard dick. He had a mouth that a launched a thousand orgasms; a fuckin' expert. He started at the tip and slowly worked down to the root, then back up savoring the taste of my hard meat, then licking down the shaft to my balls and sucking them into his warm wet mouth. As I dug deeper into the smooth brown hole, Big Bastard began to get frantic for a load of cum. I began to thrust my hips forward meeting his eager mouth, forcing my rod deeper into his gullet. I reached up and put a couple of fingers in Maori guy's ass, working it around on his gyrating hips.
"I'm gonna blow" cried Maori Guy.
"Give me that big load!" hollered Big Bastard.
He pulled off my cock and raised up to meet the Maori Guy's cock. I rammed another finger in his hungry ass, licking around my squirming fingers, giving him all the pleasure I could. He bucked and started shooting down Big bastard's throat, screaming in pleasure. As he did I could feel his ass tighten around my tongue and fingers, releasing even more of that hot sweet load out into my waiting mouth. I was so hot by this time I was about crazy.
Maori Guy stood up straight, gave us a sheepish grin, straightened his clothing and left.
"Cheers you's fullas," he said as he walked out the door.
Big Bastard looked across at me and winked.
"You finished yet?" he asked.
"Not a fuckin' chance," I said.
"Good," he purred. "Get on your hands and knees - it's my turn to eat."
I quickly got into position and he spread my cheeks and sank his hairy face into my hungry ass. He licked ass just as well as he sucked cock, biting on each cheek working me into a frenzy for his mouth on my twitching rosebud. Finally he wormed his talented tongue deep into my ass, savouring the taste and smell. He ate like a man on death row having his last meal.
"Hand me the dildo from my bag," he said.
I'd nearly forgotten the sports bag that he'd casually tossed into a corner but reached forward, unzipped it and looked inside. This guy had come prepared .
"Eeerr, which one?" I asked.
He had about six dildoes of various sizes, an assortment of buttplugs, ropes, tit clamps . this guy was a walking sex shop!
"The biggest one," he said before burying his tongue back into my ass and sucking madly.
The 'biggest one' proved to be about 16 inches long and 9 inches around. I was pretty proud of what I could shove up my ass but this was more of a challenge than I was hoping for .
"I don't think ." I began.
Big Bastard roared with laughter.
"Not for you!" he said, grabbing the huge dildo. "Get up on the bench, on your back. I haven't finished eating you out."
I got into position on the wooden bench seat and watched in awe as he set the dildo down on the ground and lowered himself, still grinning, down on top of it.
"Aaaaaw, fuck!" he yelled. "That's better! Now, where the fuck were we?"
He must have ridden that fuckin dildo for half an hour while snuffling and snorting in my asshole, fucking me with his tongue without ever stopping.
Finally he asked, "Y' wanna cum?"
"Fuck yes!" I screamed.
With the dildo still plugged deep inside him, he moved up some and started to blow me. With all that build-up, I came nearly straight away. As I bucked into his face, blowing a huge lode of cum into him, he reached behind him and pulled the dildo out of his well worked hole. He held some of my cum in his mouth and spat it on the dildo before working it into his mouth, sucking off his own ass juice and my cum.
I spun myself around and took his cock into my mouth, slowly licking under the heavy foreskin to get at all that delicious pre cum . He reached down with one hand and grabbed the back of my head ramming his fat cock down my throat. I reached behind him and stuck 3 fingers roughly into his ass. He took as much of the dildo as he could in his mouth and came in great spurts with a load so big that I lost some of it down my chin as he fucked my face.
"Thanks, man" he said, still grinning.
I left him lying on the piss-soaked floor, sucking on the dildo, and walked outside to see who might be lurking in the bushes.
There was a great maze of pathways amongst the trees and bushes. There were occasional clearings where Dan had placed picnic tables . but the picnics that went on there weren't exactly the sort of thing that you'd invite your Aunt Lucy to .
I walked into the bush a little ways and found one of my favorite spots, just off one of the paths. It had a tree with a limb just right for sitting and listening and watching after your eyes adjusted to the night. The moon was nice and full so this took no time. I sat down, leaned back and fired up another joint.
As I sat there listening to the night sounds, calmy stroking my semi-hard cock and enjoying my smoke, I could pick out the grunts and groans of sexual encounters. Obviously some guys hadn't headed straight for the Bog but had wandered off into the bushes instead. I wondered vaguely if Maori Guy had ended up in the bushes . the memory of his hot little ass got my own hole twitching so I decided to see what I could do about it .
I headed for one of the picnic table clearings, stripped naked and waited. Before long, I heard footsteps so I bent over the table, my ass towards the path .
The footsteps stopped and I felt a hand on my ass. I was still hot and loose for Big Bastard's expert rim job - not to mention high as hell! The stranger inserted a questing finger into my slippery hole.
"Fuck me, man!" I moaned as he sought out my prostate.
"Hot ass." murmured the Stranger.
I heard him unzip then felt him lining up his cockhead with my rosebud. My ass puckered trying to suck his meat into my hungry ass. I bent over more and reached behind me spreading my ass cheeks for his hard cock. He shoved in to the root in one thrust, causing me to gasp in pain and pleasure. This was a guy who didn't believe in subtlety - he wanted to fuck and that's what he was gonna do.
And that was fine by me ..
Tears ran down my cheek as I reached into my jeans pocket, pulled out my little brown bottle and took a deep whiff. As the buzz hit me I opened up even more for his cock - a cock just right for my first fuck of the night; long and slim. He began to pull out very slowly and then ram into my hungry ass full force. With each drill of his cock I let out a whimper of joy. This was going to be fun.
I could feel his balls banging against mine and I pushed back, shoving my ass into his thrusting crotch. I wanted to give him all of my man cunt. He took control, grabbing my hips and thrusting into my ass, pounding with heart stopping madness. He rammed into me with the full force of all of his weight as I opened my fuck chute for those long deep strokes. My ass-ring was grasping his cock, milking it like a hungry baby suckling at a mothers teat. I felt him tense up and his cock expanded, his balls big and full of cum banged against my ass. I leaned back into his thrusting pelvis.
"Nnggaaaarrrr!!" he yelled.
"Fuck yeah!" I screamed. "Rip my fuck hole up!"
"Aaaaw, fuck," he moaned as he gently pulled out. "Hot ass, boy. Fuckin' hot ass ."
He zipped up and strode off into the darkness. By this time I was wet with sweat and burning up with desire. I was vaguely aware of cum seeping out of my asshole . and also aware of a few other guys standing around who had just witnessed the previous scene.
I took another snort of poppers, wiggled my ass around and felt another cock slide into my hole. This one was not as long but was way thicker than the first, a big bull of a cock. I reached behind me to feel the body of my new fucker and found a real bull of a man. Just how I like 'em, big, strong and full of cum. I'd been opened deep by the first guy and now I was going to be opened wide.
My fucker reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart for his thick root, as he did so some of the cum ran out of my ass to lube his growing cock. It felt about as big around as a coke can and I felt stretched to the max. He bucked into my ass forcing my ass to open taking the thicker root of his cock, opening me up like the slut that I am. He jerked all over and I tightened my ass, trying to to milk his cock. It was so big that it took all my concentration but, expert whore that I am, I got a good vice grip around that coke can cock and milked it good.
"Fuck!" he bellowed, thrusting deep. "That ass is stinkin' hot!"
I was in pig fuckin heaven.
"Aaw, yeah, fucker!" I hissed. "Pound my fuckin' hole! C'mon! screw me like the bitch pig that I am!"
He gave me one last bang and came in great hip thrusting madness, his body jerking, screaming with pleasure.
He tore his cock out of my spasming hole leaving me suddenly empty and desperate for more.
"Nasty bitch," he muttered as he zipped up and walked away.
I was close to being spent, but I needed more cock. I eased up off the picnic table, turned to face the pathway and saw five more guys standing there, all stroking their dicks. Well, what's a slut to do?
I bent over before the first guy and took his long uncut dick into my mouth. He was oozing precum having just watched me being fucked and I slurped it up before jamming his hog way down my throat.
Another guy came up from behind and began to roughly fuck me with a long hard cock , rocking me back and forth on the cock in my mouth.
"Spit-roast," I chuckled to myself, remembering Big Bastard's phrase as spit drooled down my chin.
The other guys came in close and I grabbed a cock in each of my free hands, jacking them off while another guy got underneath me and started sucking furiously on my dick.
The guy fucking me was going nice and slow, grinding his hips from side to side while he was in me to the hilt with what must have been 8 inches of meat. I realized that one of the guys I was jacking was starting to cum so I pulled off the uncut guy and took him deep, eating every drop of cum, sucking him dry with my expert mouth. Then I went back to my uncut guy, taking long slow strokes of his dick deep down my thrat then pulling back and working his knob. He soon bucked and grabbed the side of my head feeding me a long drink of hot man juice. He pulled out of my mouth with a pop and I went to work on the other guy I was jacking off.
His cock was about 6 inches - but thick with a massive mushroom head and a PA. I could tell from the taste of his cock that he had been fucking. I just fuckin' love that taste of ass juice on a hot cock! He rammed deep into my mouth, over and over, horny from all the sex he had been watching.
The guy fucking me suddenly smacked my ass and started rabbit-fucking me, screaming wildly as his cum lode built up. I felt my own balls tighten and gave myself over to the pleasure of a fuckin' intense orgasm. The guy under me moaned as I exploded down his cock sucking throat, the guy fucking me forcing the cum out of my cock with every thrust.
"Yeah! Fuck his face!" yelled the man fucking me. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum!!"
"Cream his fuckin' ass, dude," groaned my face fucker. "I'm nearly fuckin' there! Aaaaw fuck!! Eat my cum you cum hungry bitch!"
Bitter-sweet hot cum flooded my mouth. He was gagging me on his cock as he thrust in down my throat, forcing me to drink all of his hot load. As he punched into my throat I was forced back onto the cock in my ass and the guy behind me came, pinning me between the two of them. I was a fuckin' cum sandwich!
There were laughs, a slap on my arse and everyone disappeared into the night.
As I headed back to car I saw Big Bastard easing a huge butt plug up the arse of a sweet little Indian boy and Maori Boy leaning in the entrance of the Bog, toking on a joint.
I hadn't seen Dan tonight.
Odd.
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