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I'm jolted awake a few hours later by my grandmother pounding at my door letting me know I'm going to be late for work. I jump up and look at the clock on my dresser. I have to be at work in 15 minutes. Without time to take a shower or clean up I throw on some clothes and pray that the smells that stuck to my body from the club are faint. As I'm exiting my room I spy the buttplug I was using yesterday and stuff it into my backpack.
Thankfully I'm only a few minutes late and Mr. Minoogian doesn't really care. I look worse for wear. He takes one look at me as I enter the shop and shakes his head. I hear him mutter under his breath something to the effect of kids. Today I am working the front counter and wished that I was either at home catching up on some sleep or at least working in the back. Mr. Minoogian doesn't like us to be working on electronics at the front counter in case someone tries to steal electronics.
So I'm forced to stare at the clock for the rest of my shift. It's a slow day, we have 4 people stop in to either drop off or come to pick up their computer. During my break, I decided to pop the plug up back in my hole. I've gotten quite used to having the plug that it feels quite empty without it.
Three hours into my shift the hottest man I have ever laid eyes on stops in to drop off his laptop. Maybe I'm still high from last night or sleep deprived but I can't concentrate on why his laptop isn't working. Eventually I gather enough to say that we can most likely fix it and take down his information. I can't help but stare at this beast of man standing in front of me. He must be at least 6'0 a large chest, with an olive complexion. He's at least in his mid to late 40s. He has a bit of graying in his hair and beard but gives him quite a distinguished look. He's dressed in a plain t-shirt and 501 jeans that do nothing to hide the prominent bulge in the front and sculpted ass in the back.
He catches me staring and winks at me. My hole literally twitches. I take down all his contact information. He looks around and gets closer to me.
"I'm surprised you are out and alive after being at the Hole last night", he murmurs.
"The Hole?" I look at him questioningly. I'm hoping Mr. Minoogian can't hear it.
"Yeah, the club. You were quite popular" he says. "You took quite the pounding. I wanted to come back for a second helping but there was a line for you". I blush.
"How did you recognize me?" I ask quietly. I try my best to not make eye contact. I was a virgin when I first met Sebastian and sad to say that he's been my only sexual partner, until last night of course. Where clearly I serviced 16 men. So my experience with other men is quite non-existent.
"Oh, I recognized you by your tattoos" he gestures at my arms. My 18th birthday present to myself was to get a sleeve on each forearm depicting my favorite anime battle scenes. It cost me quite a lot but after saving for three years I was quite proud of them. And clearly enough for this guy to recognize me in a poorly lit sex club out of dozens of men.
"Anyway, I'd love to hook up again" he says leaning in closer. He gives me a quick peck on the lips and walks away. "Text me" he says as exits our store. I'm hard as rock and leaking quite an amount of precum.
I pull out my phone to text Sebastian. I already have 2 from him.
Sebastian: Hey slut, hows your hole? :)
Sebastian: I miss that crater cunt slop bucket
Adrian: You're so mean
Sebastian: You love it
Sebastian: I bet you are hard as a nail
Adrian: ...yes. But not because of that
Sebastian: oh?
I continue to exchange messages back and forth with Sebastian and eventually he convinces me to at least follow up with the top from the club.
Adrian: Hey
Adrian: it's me from the electronics repair shop
Paul: I was wondering how long it would take you to reach out
Adrian: I wasn't too sure
Paul: Sure about what
Adrian: IDK
Paul: How's your hole?
Adrian: A little sore
Paul: Still cummy and sloppy I hope
Adrian: Sloppy maybe, Cummy no
Paul: That's okay we can make it cummy and sloppy again.
Paul: Come over to my place after your shift
Adrian: IDK, I'm kinda beat.
Paul: Just for quickie. You'll be in and out in under 15 minutes
Paul: 20 tops
Adrian: 20 tops huh. Sounds fun
Paul: Be a good cumslut for daddy. (he includes a picture of his large, fat, and veiny dick).
I agree to go over after work. He lives five minutes from the shop and I figure I won't be there too long. I hope that he doesn't mind that I still stink from last night. I impatiently wait for the rest of the shift to end. No sooner than 5pm hits that I wave goodbye to Mr. Minoogian and leave the shop. I find parking relatively close to his condo. I give myself a quick once over in the mirror and get out. I ring the doorbell and text Paul as well letting him know that I'm here.
"Hi, I'm...here for Paul" I say questioningly when the door is opened by a scantily clad stranger. Shit, is this Paul's boyfriend or husband? His lover? Regardless, I can't help but admire this new stranger. He reminds me quite a bit of a WWE wrestler. Grandpa used to make me watch it when I was younger to make me more masculine but it just reinforced the idea that I was gay.
He's got to be at least 6'5 and close to 250 lbs of pure muscle. He has a broad chest that tapers into a small waist. And huge boulder legs that could easily crush a watermelon, if he wanted too. He's got a forest of hair on his chest that further accentuates his silver dollar sized nipples. The entire left side of his body is covered in a tribal tattoo pattern. He's wearing a skimpy pair of underwear that holds the entire package together.
"Ah, you must be the boy from the Hole" he says in a deep baritone voice that goes all the way into my core. "C'mon I'll take you to his room". He leads me down the hallway into Paul's room. The room is sparse with a just a king sized bed, a dresser, and a desk on the far corner. The whole effect is very masculine and simplistic.
"Hey glad you could make it" says Paul coming out of the en suite bathroom. His large engorged dick leading the way. It's the first time I'm seeing him fully naked and he looks like an absolute God. His body hair is grayer than the hair on his head and beard and it looks amazing on him. I'm pretty sure I'm drooling from my mouth, my dick, and my hole.
Paul pulls me in for a kiss, I can't tell if his friend is still in the room but I don't really care. I let myself be enveloped in Paul and kiss him like a wanton slut. Due to our height difference (I'm a respectable 5'4) he pulls me up so that he's not stooped over. I wrap my legs around his waist and can feel his hardened dick at my ass. Paul reaches into my pants to grab onto my ass cheeks and finds his way to the buttplug. Using one hand to steady me and he uses the other hand to play with the buttplug. I moan into his mouth and he growls.
He moves us into the bed and grinds on me. Without skipping a beat he opens up my jeans and slides both my jeans and underwear down to my knees in one swoop. I help out and kick off my pants and shoes. He pulls out the buttplug and throws it on the bed and pushes me up until my body is almost vertical and my hole is level with his mouth. He starts to rim me out darting his tongue in and out of my hole. It's almost as if he's penetrating me with his tongue. My inner slut comes out and I whimper in pleasure. Gavin, Paul's friend moves close to us and has since chucked off his underwear. I use my free hand to bring Gavin's dick closer to my mouth.
Gavin's dick looks to be about 8.5 inches of thick uncut meat. It's definitely not as long as Paul's but it's definitely wider as thick as soda can. I can barely wrap my hand around it. The head is partially covered by foreskin so I gently roll it back before I put it in my mouth and suckle on the head. I put enough pressure on the head and the corona with my lips to elicit a groan for Gavin.
Paul lowers me down enough to penetrate me. We didn't discuss dick size but he's got to be at least 10.5 inches. It's thick and hefty but not quite as thick as Gavin. In one swift move he slides deep into me and he's got more than half of his dick inside me. I moan around Gavin's dick and redouble my efforts. This time I try to deepthroat him, I'm not quite used to his girth so I get maybe about half way. Paul starts to piston fuck me and I sort of lose the rhythm to deep throating Gavin. Gavin takes over and finds a good cadence. Clearly it's not the first time they have shared a bottom.
Paul starts to withdraw his dick and I whimper trying to communicate with him. He expertly maneuvers me and flips me so that I'm on all fours. Gavin uses this to his advantage and grabs me by the back of the head to face fuck me. My face is covered in spit. Paul grips my waist hard and starts to rail on my hole. The only sounds are my obscene throat sounds trying to accommodate Gavin and the sound of Paul's flesh hitting mine. The sounds of his balls hitting my taint add to the symphony.
I hear Paul groan and I know that he is cumming. He confirms this by letting out a growl that I'm sure everyone in the nearby condos heard. Once his orgasm has subsided he slowly pumps at my hole until he softens. My hole is still sore and tender from last night but somehow submitting under Paul and Gavin I don't really care. I know that it's a good soreness. I don't want him to pull out but he is quickly replaced by Gavin.
Gavin wastes no time in taking his turn at my hole. "Fuuuuuck" he says as he sinks in one swift motion. "This is why I love cumdumps" he adds finding his groove. Paul lays close to me and I reach over to clean up his dick. It's slick with a combination of his spit and cum. I'm drawn into this muscle God. He gives off this masculine scent that is driving me wild. The smell goes straight to my dick. I wish I could lick his pits as they look very inviting. I settle for putting my face at his crotch and inhaling deep the rich muskiness found at his balls.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Gavin exclaims, punctuating each fuck with a hard punch into my hole. I feel his throbbing cock blasting at least seven times. Sweat is dripping off his body and I feel droplets fall on my back. He pulls out of me and lays down next to Paul. I slide in between them feeling safer than ever. Despite the fact that I have yet to come I feel oddly satisfied.
We spend the next 15 minutes chatting and getting to know one another. I learn that Paul and Gavin are good friends with benefits and Gavin is currently living with Paul after losing his apartment in a fire. I talk about my friendship with Sebastian and I can't help but wonder that in some ways their friendship somewhat mirrors Sebastian and mine's friendship.
Eventually both of them are ready for round two and I'm more than happy to service them both to completion. This time around they are much more gentle and take their time fucking me. They alternate fucking me not really cumming, just edging themselves in my hole. Until they both build up quite the load and once again blast my hole with their copious loads.
After the second round, I'm quite ready to go home. As I start looking for my buttplug I bend over to look under the bed. Gavin chuckles and remarks to Paul, "My look at that pretty rosebud Adrian's got. We should let it bloom". I'm not quite sure what he means but I blush. Paul moves close to me and envelops me in his arms.
"Whadda you say, Adrian. Can we help you make your rosebud bloom?" Paul says as he nuzzles me and inserts two fingers in my tired, slackened, cunt. Not wanting to look stupid or naive I agree. "Good pup" Paul growls in my ear. "Get back on the bed".
Gavin has put down a pillow and pats it down, signalling to me to sit on it. I sit on it and he straddles me. He gets me in a more comfortable position and pulls my legs back so that my hole is exposed. Paul hands him a bottle of poppers and kneels down in the bed by my hole. Using two fingers from each hand he starts to spread it apart. Paul alternates hands and the number of fingers. At one point he has four fingers in me. I can't help but pant in heat.
Meanwhile Gavin takes a quick hit of poppers and then holds it under my nose. "Okay, pup" he says bringing the bottle under my nostrils. "Take a hit until I tell you to stop and hold it until I tell you to exhale. Got it?". I'm fairly inexperienced with poppers but whatever they have planned I'm sure poppers are needed.
He holds the bottle under my nose for at least 15 seconds and I'm inhaling as deeply as I can. Gavin pulls the bottle away and counts me down from ten and I exhale. He does the same thing to my other nostril. He repeats this three more times before putting the bottle aside. My body is warm and tingling from the poppers. My head is spinning and my heart is racing but I feel safe in Gavin's arms.
Between my outstretched legs, Paul looks up to me and says "Okay just relax and push out like you're gonna take a shit". He begins to push the four fingers and his thumb into my sloppy cunt. My instinct is to clench but Gavin nuzzles my neck and ear and tells me to relax. I relax into him and I feel myself open up. Gavin kisses me to distract me and it works because I feel Paul's hand slide inside. I feel full in a way that I've never felt. I feel connected to both Paul and Gavin in a way that I've never felt with Sebastian.
"Good pup" Paul and Gavin say almost simultaneously. I feel proud having taken Paul's fist. He slowly pulls out and I start to whimper. I don't want the feeling of fullness to go away. Using his closed fist he does a sawing motion, going in and out of my hole. Several times he hits my prostate making my dick lurch and spit out precum.
"Hold on" I say panting, "I have to pee really bad". Both Gavin and Paul chuckle. Paul continues fisitng my hole and Gavin murmurs "Let it go pup". I can't control my bladder any longer and let a stream of piss go. It ends up being a shower that covers the three of us in a spray of piss. Paul moves his mouth over to my dick and I empty out my bladder in his mouth. I expect him to spit it out but instead he swallows and continues his anal assault.
Paul begins to alternate with his hands. Left. Right. Left. Right. My hole must be a gaping mess. I can't imagine what it must look like. I feel exhaustion start to set in and fisting has gone from feeling extremely pleasurable to extremely sore I call it a day. Gavin moves around to admire Paul's handiwork and must be pleased with the state of my hole.
Paul hands me a different buttplug than the one I came in with and has me put it in it. He claims that so it doesn't undo all his hard work. I'm struggling to keep it in but I've gone almost a whole inch in size in buttplug since yesterday. I can't help but feel proud. I gather the rest of my clothes and kiss both Paul and Gavin goodbye. I really don't want to go but I don't want to overextend my welcome at Paul's place.
Stay tuned for part 3 and 4. If you have any ideas, suggestions, feel free to send me an e-mail at panem12_anda (at) att dot net