Its still happening Part-1-of-1
This story started on a dreary Wednesday when I was off of work and bored. Through a strange series of events I found myself at a matinee movie down on my knees sucking a total stranger's dick. Unknown to me, there was a biker in the row behind us watching. I first saw him when he step over the back of the seat and sat down in my seat. To make a long story short, I was soon bobbing my head rhythmically in his lap, massaging his stiff tube of flesh with my lips and tongue. The pudgy biker squirmed in the seat, legs parted as wide as the confines of the armrests would allow, his hands spread across the back of my neck and shoulders.
"Oh, fuck, you're good at that," he muttered, the wet sucking and slurping sounds made by my mouth enhancing his pleasure, giving him the impression that I was enjoying what I was doing.
Wanting to prolong his pleasure, the biker moved his hand to the back of my head, forcing me to move my mouth slower up and down his rock hard shaft.
When I heard him say, "Dude, you ain't gonna believe this," I cut my eye up and saw that he was talking on his cell phone. "I'm at a matinee movie and this fucking fag is down on his knees between the seats sucking my dick."
I was a little offended, but since his hand was on my head holding me in place, I couldn't indignantly jerk my head away. All I could do was keep sucking.
When I heard the biker say, "Is this proof enough?" without taking my mouth off his dick, I looked up again. This time he was holding up his cell phone taking pictures of me with his dick in my mouth. Then he said, "That sounds like a plan. Be there in about 30-minutes."
Shoving my mouth further down his rigid shaft, the biker said, "Get a move on it, fagot, we've got places to go and people for you to suck." Then he laughed at his own pun. My response was a muffled moan.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit," the biker moaned as he pumped his hips up and down, careless of my comfort, wanting only to get off. His dick tingled electrically in my mouth as it swelled to its limit of stiffness before erupting. He gasped and spasmed, moaning loudly and shaking as I sucked every last drop of cum from his straining dick.
Zipping his pants the biker stood and started between the seats towards the aisle. Lips pursed closed and decorated with a slimy film of cum, I tried to walk past him. Blocking my path, he clamped a vice like hand on my upper arm and reminded me that, "We got places to go and you got people to suck."
Hand clamped on my arm, he walked me through the lobby and out the door. It had been dark inside the theater so I hadn't gotten a very good look at him. In the light I saw that he was about 50-lbs bigger than me. He was wearing scruffy jeans and a black t-shirt under his vest with the club colors. In typical biker fashion, he had long hair and full beard.
Outside the biker marched me across the parking lot to motorcycle parking area. Walking over to a big vintage Harley, he grabbed two helmets. As he put his helmet on, he handed me his spare and said, "Put this on."
By the time I had it buckled into place, he was on his Harley with the motor running.
When he said, "Get on faggot," I got on behind him and put my arms around him to keep from falling off.
Before pulling away, the biker pushed my right hand down the front of his jeans and put it on his balls.
As my hand deftly manipulated his balls, rolling them in my fingers, we tore out of the parking lot and flew across town at break neck speed. At the edge of town I thought we were going to go down he took the turns so fast. With gravel and dust flying into the air behind us, we sped down a wind dirt road until we came to a clearing with a huge barn that judging from all the bikes parked out front was their clubhouse.
Alerted to our arrival by the sound of the Harley engine, 8 or 9-bikers came pouring out the barn to greet us. Amid cries of, "Hey Steve, is that him? Damn, look at those lips," and other expressions along the same lines I was poked and prodded before I could ever get off the bike.
"Back off and give us some room," roared Steve, my biker, "You'll all get a turn."
The ride had been so traumatic that when I got off the bike my legs almost wouldn't hold me up.
With his hand against the middle of my back my biker Steve guided me toward and through the big open door into the barn. The ground floor, obviously their garage looked much like I expected, tools, spare parts and toolboxes were everywhere.
Not even noticing the mess my biker prodded me towards some stairs and up to what was once a hayloft but was now living quarters.
At the top of the stairs I paused and looked around. In one corner there was a kitchen, complete with large refrigerator, stove, microwave, and to my surprise a dishwasher. In the kitchen area there was a large dining room table and chairs enough to seat 10 people.
Two walls were lined with bunks.
The middle of the floor was set up like a living room; with couches and chairs facing a large flat screen satellite TV.
In the furthest corner between the kitchen and the front edge of the loft was an enclosed room that I assumed was a bathroom.
It was obvious that there weren't any girls in this club because there were empty beer bottles, dirty dishes and dirty clothes everywhere. The place was a pig sty.
Suddenly hands were all over me, and before I knew it I was naked and on my knees.
Before things could go any further a big voice boomed, "Will you dickheads cool it? We've got some business to take care of before you can play."
Then muttering and cursing under their breath, everyone trooped down stairs. I could hear the murmur of their voices occasionally raised in a curse, but they were too far away for me to catch more than snatches like fucking fag,'bring him here,' and `his mouth.'
Conference over, they trooped back up stairs in mass. The booming voice belonged to Roger, the president who by virtue of his position got me first.
Standing in the middle of the loft, Roger snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.
Knowing that my life might possibly depend on my actions in the next few minutes, I moved over and knelt in front of him.
Staring down at me belligerently, Roger, allowed me to unbutton and unzip his grease stained jeans.
As I pulled them down, his cock slapped me in the face.
As everyone giggled, I placed the tip of his cock against my lips. He tasted salty. It was a muggy day so he'd been sweating causing his cock to bath in a sea of salty sweat.
I could smell his male muskiness.
Despite my repulsion, the pheromones kicked in so I dove in, so to speak. I ran my tongue down the full length of his shaft and to his balls. My supple tongue flicked rapidly on his balls licking them all over and then I sucked them into my mouth. Roger moaned, "Uuuuuuuuuum," and arched his hips towards me as I worked his hairy balls.
Working my way back up his shaft, I ran my tongue over and around the head of his cock. Roger groaned, "Ugh, ugh, ugh," as I ran my tongue in his pee hole to get a small dab of his pre-cum that was beaded up there.
Then I slowly engulfed his cock into my mouth. I was now working about 4-inches of his 6-inch dick in and out of my mouth. I was sucking his cock slow and methodical, so Roger would fully enjoy it.
My awesome oral talent lasted around five minutes, then Roger become more urgent. The slurping sounds filled the barn as I picked up the pace, my head was bobbing up and down faster and faster.
"Oh my fucking god bitch, here it comes. Oh god I'm going to cum," moaned Roger as he roughly grabbed my hair to hold my head in place.
Grunting like a pig Roger shot load after load of his thick cum down my throat. When he let go of my hair, I continued to lick and suck his cock until it went soft.
"God damn, Steve you were right. This faggot son of a bitch can suck a dick," raved Roger.
The sergeant of arms was next. As he stepped forward, I hurriedly undid Brook's fly and pulled down his greasy pants and boxers. He was already hard and a solid seven inches.
I took his stiff dick in my left hand and started gently licking it. His skin felt like velvet against my tongue. Suddenly, during one of my upward licks, I took his cock into my mouth. Seeing my ruby lips in a ring around his cock nearly made Brook cum there and then, but he held out as I started sucking.
My moist mouth bobbed up and down, my tongue crept around the head of his cock, I was pleasing Brook in ways he had never thought possible.
Brook couldn't believe it. I sucked even better than his old lady. I took him all the way into my mouth and I still managed to stick out my tongue and lick his balls. This was Brook's breaking point, he was soon yelling, "I'm gonna cum!"
I quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth and pointed it straight at my face just in time for the first big glob of cum to hit my cheek. Several more followed, until most of my face was covered and cum was sliding down my chin.
Despite just getting his dick sucked in the movie theater, next up was Steve back for a second round. I eagerly sucked his dick, plunging down deeper with each pump of my soft, full, red lips. He guided my head with his strong hands, watching as his saliva-slicked shaft slid in and out of my hot mouth, sinking again and again between my cum slick lips.
"Mm-hmm," I moaned passionately around his dick, sucking harder, taking more and more in my mouth.
The rest of the guys gasped as they watched with wide, astonished eyes as Steve's big dick slid into my mouth and down my throat. My chin was pressed into his balls and my lips fluttered around the base of his shaft.
I throat-fucked Steve's dick for a couple of moments longer, then slipped my mouth up along his thick shaft.
I gasped and then gasped again as I plunged my mouth back down, bobbing rapidly, moaning eagerly the whole time, sucking his dick like a desperate fag.
I slurped my mouth off his dick. Flashing the crowd my shiny cum coated lips, I stroked Steve's dick up and down as his hazel eyes blazed down at me.
Steve gasped, "Slut?" as he pushed my head back down.
With a sexy, purring sound, I willingly swallowed his dick once more, sliding my mouth all the way down to the base. Steve looked towards his buddies and grinned as he grunted, "ahhhhhh," with pleasure.
Laughing, I jerked my wet mouth off Steve's dick, then pumped it with my hand as I looked at the gang and smiled. Chin shiny with cum I gave Steve an impassioned look. Pumping his dick frantically, I caressed his swollen balls with my fingers. I licked my lips and giggled at the goofy look on Steve's face.
Going back down, I hungrily slurped and sucked again, swiftly bobbing my head up and down and stroking him to the rhythm of my hot, tight, sucking mouth. Steve made muffled little whimpering noises as my mouth pumped up and down, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
Leaning back and closing his eyes, Steve savored the sensations as I sucked and pulled, pumped and stroked, rolling my mouth, massaging with my tongue, squeezing his dick and balls with the sole intention of making him erupt in my mouth.
"Oh shit, here it is. I'm cumming," Steve screamed but it was more of announcement than a warning. His body was spasming and he was bucking his hips as his dick throbbed in my mouth. I moaned, "Mmmmmmm," eagerly, sucking as hard as I could, my hands gripping his hips as Steve brutally fucked my mouth.
"Oh, God! Will you look at that," cried one of the watchers.
Steve groaned, "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh" aloud, arching his back as his balls catapulted what had to be the biggest load that he'd ever had into my mouth. His cum surged, thick and hot, between my sucking lips, spurting over my massaging tongue, filling my eager mouth. I jerked a little at the force of his orgasm, sliding my hot mouth back until my lips encircled just the head. Moaning in appreciation, I sucked every drop of my sticky fluid out of his balls.
The next two hours was a blur of hard dicks as I sucked off the rest of the club members, several more than once.
I woke up during the night in one of the bunks. Not knowing what else to do, I went back to sleep.
The next morning, when I asked, "Can I have my clothes? And I'd like to be allowed to leave,"
Roger the president said, "We're going to let you leave but you do understand that you're the property of the club now don't you?"
When I looked blank, he went on, "You'll still work and do all your normal activities, but you'll spend your weekends and free time here servicing the club,"
I sat there awhile ponder the situation, then I said, "If I'm going to be your bitch and suck everyone's dick on demand, there's going to be some big fucking changes. The first of which are bathes. Anyone that wants his dick suck will have to be clean. That means daily baths and changing your damn underwear. As a matter of fact this place is a fucking pig sty. We're going to have to clean this whole fucking place up."
Grabbing a pad and pencil off the coffee table, I quickly scribbled out a list of cleaning products and then shoving it in Roger's hand I said, "I'm going to need this shit Saturday morning. See to it. And have everyone here bright and early, ready to work."
As I headed down stairs so Steve could take me back to my car, I heard one of the other guys say, "Jesus Fucking Christ ... what have we gotten ourselves into ... he sounds worse than my mom.'
The end...