THE LOST HIKER PART ELEVEN.
AUTHORITARIAN mm, bondage, mild S & M, non consensual.
This is a fantasy of gay sex, some of the sex depicted will be consensual, some will not. If, where you live, you are underage to read this kind of material, or this material will be unlawful for you to read regardless of your age, I'm sorry but please leave now. If you are offended by gay sex, just go away. If this story is the kind of thing that pleases you and/or gets your juices flowing, then I hope you enjoy it.
Looking round the rest of the room he saw Ramon, also totally naked, his snake lying down his leg half hard, the enormous knob still covered by foreskin. There were three other naked men in the barn, but they all wore masks. One was about Carlos's build with the same sort of body hair, he was slowly stroking a thick 7 inch uncut cock, the other two were tall and well built with smooth muscled bodies, they were also stroking their big cut cocks, which were stiff and looked to be about 9 inches long, but not so thick as the first guy's. Pablo lowered his head back and replaced the blindfold. "As you can see, there are six of us for you to pleasure, the new dark hared master is Juan another cousin, the other two are Masters A and B. And we are all hungry for your body" he said, beginning to stroke Paul's face. "Please us and you will be pleasured, disobey, or ask us to stop and you will be punished. Do you understand Boy?" "Yyyyes M m mmaster." Paul stammered.
He felt hands all over his body fondling, stroking, rubbing and his cock responded immediately, the drink also taking effect. He felt his foreskin peel back as his cock hardened, and he exuded a large pearl of precum. He gasped in pleasure as someone's tongue slurped it up. Being blindfolded was making him feel really sexy. He felt a hand on his bottom, it grasped the butt plug and pulled it roughly out causing Paul to jump. However he began to moan in pleasure as a tongue, no, two, began to lick his crack and push at his rosebud pucker. A stiff cock was run across his lips, he opened his mouth searching for it with his tongue. It was eased into his mouth and he knew it was Pablo's from the long foreskin and musky aroma. Raising his right hand he grasped the base firmly, with his left he reached back and pushed on Pablo's firm buttocks forcing the cock head to the entrance of his throat. Pablo pushed steadily forward, Paul started swallowing and took all the cock until his nose was buried in Pablo's ample ball sac. Pablo left it there for Paul to get used to then started to slowly fuck his throat, bringing his cockhead into Paul's mouth, who worked it with his tongue, then steadily pushing it all the way back. Paul was in heaven, for while his mouth was enjoying Pablo's beautiful 7-1/2 inch cock his boy chute was being alternately penetrated by two stiff veed tongues, and his rigid cock was having the copious precum his excited body was producing licked constantly, away. He gasped, then moaned around Pablo's stiff cock as the tongues were replaced by two fingers simultaneously, which began to rapidly frig his arse. Then there was another, then another, all fucking his boyhole, stretching it wider. When two more were added he began to moan in pain as well as pleasure as they began to open him out even further. This caused his throat to massage Pablo's cock even more and, along with Paul's wanking, he felt his spunk course up his stiff shaft. Pablo pulled back to leave just the knob in Paul's mouth as his spunk erupted from his cock slit. Ignoring the pain in his boyhole Paul concentrated on swallowing every drop of the coppery nectar, squeezing the shaft and sucking on the knob to get every last drop.
Pablo removed his hand and Paul felt another hard cock brush his lips, leaving a trail of precum. Paul licked this off and opened his mouth wide, he was rewarded with another stiff cock gliding into his mouth. "Uncut" he thought, "one of the new guys." This cock was pushed straight down his throat and he gagged a bit trying to accommodate it, but didn't panic, and had his breathing back under control by the time his nose hit the guy's ball sac. The guy began to fuck his throat at a much stronger pace than Pablo had and Paul almost forgot about his boyhole until he felt a huge knob pushing against his sphincter, it had to be Ramon! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" he screamed as it was forced all the way in, in one shove, and he could feel Ramon's bush against his ass cheeks.
End of part Eleven. If you have enjoyed it and have any comments please let me know, INSILVA92@aol.com
THE LOST HIKER PART TWELVE.
AUTHORITARIAN mm, bondage, mild S & M, non consensual.
This is a fantasy of gay sex, some of the sex depicted will be consensual, some will not. If, where you live, you are underage to read this kind of material, or this material will be unlawful for you to read regardless of your age, I'm sorry but please leave now. If you are offended by gay sex, just go away. If this story is the kind of thing that pleases you and/or gets your juices flowing, then I hope you enjoy it.
Paul's jaws were beginning to ache from trying to accommodate the 9 inch cock now assaulting his throat, he bought his hands up to grasp the guy's muscled thighs, careful not to try and stop him in case that was construed as disobedience, he couldn't take a beating like Timmo's. He just held onto them as a sort of balance. When Master A began to play with his nipples, rubbing them, squeezing them, pinching them he moaned around the cock invading his throat as they hardened and stood proud. "How much more can I take?" he wondered, his whole body wracked with pain and pleasure. He was so grateful that the pain in his boyhole was beginning to subside, the six fingers had prepared him well for Ramon's 10 inch monster, and as it began to bang against his prostate on entry and exit he began to dribble precum like piss. His balls ached, longing for release. "Why can't I come" he wondered, "something else in the drink?"
If he could have looked around the barn he would have come instantly, the guy fucking his throat, Master A was being rimmed by Master B who's own cock was being deep throated by a bent over Timmo. Pablo sat between Timmo's legs sucking his cock while he raped his boyhole with a large black dildo. Carlos was rimming Ramon while Juan was screwing Carlos. The barn reeked of male sex. Master B pushed Timmo away, who immediately bent and started sucking Pablo's hardening cock, and prepared to mount Master A who leant forward and took Paul's rigid pulsating member straight down his throat. Still being screwed by Juan, Carlos aimed his thick 8 inch cock at Ramon's pucker. He looked to Master B and they both pushed forward together. The effect on Paul as Master A's and Ramon's cocks penetrated his body further than they had ever been was instantaneous, as his hips bucked and his boy juices erupted into Master A's throat, his moans of pleasure reverberating around Master A's 9 inch cock, his arse spasming around Ramon's 10 inch monster; he had never had an orgasm like it, it was as if his insides were shooting through his piss slit. It was too much for the two men, they tensed, then began shooting their thick man cream into Paul's abused body. It was the Domino effect, causing everybody else to cum.
They began to come down from their own personal highs. "Go bring some more of the drink" Pablo ordered Timmo "You did well mi amor, let us hope you do as well for the next part" he said to Paul. "The next part?" Paul thought, "I'm totally knackered now, and I'm sure my mouth and my bum couldn't even handle a finger, let alone any more of these big cocks!"
Timmo returned with a large jug of the yellow, milky liquid and Ramon brought glasses for everyone, they all had a drink, then Pablo lifted Paul's head and gently fed him a glass. Paul drank it as quickly as he could, relishing the taste, he was pleased when Pablo replenished his glass and gave him another glassful. He couldn't believe it, when, after such an orgasm, his cock began to stiffen once again.