Having been a slut of epic proportions has its advantages. My fiancé, Jack, and I have been enjoying sharing more and more stories of our steamy sexual past . . . . So I decided to continue with my writing for online posting. So here's another piece, one of the "BOYSTOWN SLUT" series I'm starting, as it seems that Jack really likes the raunchier times that I have so many memories of.
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"TAKE IT, COCKSUCKER!" he barked as he held the back of my head and slammed his cock in my mouth hard enough to his enormous cockhead POP fully into my throat, choking me. Good thing I'd felt his cock thickening and hardening and, knowing my way well around men's fucktools, I knew what was coming and had a lungful of breath . . . and the experience not to panic when it felt like that tool's head had to shove through the tight opening of my throat forcefully enough that it might never come back out.
I felt his cock pumping HARD, felt forceful blasts of his nutload down my throat and struggled against the choke/gag reflex that the intrusion in my throat – flesh and bodily fluid – elicited. The elation in my head, though, of pulling a man over the edge of his control and causing him to blow his nuts in me was amazing.
"FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" he growled, his body shaking as he pumped out his juice. I gave his prostate another flick with my long middle finger, and he jolted . . . HARD. "OHFUCK!" he shouted, and I felt another blast or two out of his cock – more precisely felt his big monster cock throb with those final pumps and knew he'd deposited the dregs of his jizzload down my throat.
Without thinking, I tried to pull off his cock . . . since he was finished. But that huge flanged head was wedged in my throat for real, and despite my university swim team accomplishments, I did need to breathe at some point . . . soon! The "donor" nearly toppled over onto me, his knees nearly buckling when my innocuous attempt to end our session was thwarted by the physics of his endowment.
"Jesus FUCK!" he growled and put his hands on the front of my head and pushed. I was pretty close to the end of my ability to go without another breath, and I joined in the effort and planted my hands on the edges of his shoulders and pushed with him. The absurd thought floated through my remaining consciousness that it was entirely possible that I'd die before my donor's fuckpole softened – my luck, a man who could stay hard forever, but it would kill me.
I forced myself to exhale as hard as I could – regardless there was nothing left in my lungs – and pushed as hard as I could as he pushed my head, now with a full two-handed grip, and finally, whether his cock softened just enough to make it possible or it was the force of our efforts or all of the above, I felt my throat give way. "SSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," I sucked in a huge breath before his cock was even fully out of my mouth.
The tall, built, hung donor fell backward a step and thudded against the wall of the dark back room we were in. "FUCK!" he swore, and I assumed it was the impact. "That was fucking amazing!" he continued, and I realized the first "FUCK!" was a compliment to my man-pleasing skills. "Nobody – and I mean NOBODY – can ever throat my rod. Who do you practice those sword-swallowing skills on, bitch?"
I was almost clear-headed again – oxygen is an amazing thing! – ALMOST clear-headed enough to protest his moniker for me now that my job was done. But I was enjoying my brain's resuming-functioning process too much to interrupt my experience. Unfortunately, the donor wasn't sharing my enjoyment, and he took this bitch thing seriously. His hard slap startled me, and it sent my head reeling to the side. "The FUCK!" I swore, clutching my face.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, BITCH!" he growled at me.
I was on my feet in an instant. He'd approached, replacing the prior donor when he zipped up and went off into the dark, so this asshole's big eyes when I was standing my full six-five and towering over this Napoleon was priceless. I reached out and clamped my big hand around the asshole's neck, pinning it against the wall but not pinching but hard enough to make him uncomfortable. "I believe what you MEANT to say was, `Thanks for the awesome blowjob," stud," I said softly but decisively, feeling him start to shake again, differently this time than before, when he was cumming.
"Uh," he started tentatively, and I felt his Adam's apple bouncing under my hand still on his throat, "Thanks for the awesome blowjob, stud," he finished, eyes still big and staring up at me uncertainly.
"You may not have any manners, but you've got one helluva fuckrod, I'll say that for you," I told him. Then, with a chuckle, I added, "But the `stud' was my compliment to you, not part of the cue. Don't worry, though; with a cock like that, who cares if you've got any brains?" I grinned sarcastically, hoping his eyes, like mine, had adjusted enough to the darkness in the back room and the vague slivers of dim light that he could see me.
I removed my hand from his neck suddenly, and I slapped him gently twice, then once harder. "Awesome load, too, by the way," I said and challenged him with my continuing stare for a few beats before I turned and headed away. I heard him say "fucking cunt" below his breath. Well, I hadn't imagined my lesson would take and he'd have a career in manners in his future.
A big hulk of a man was pumping away at a musclebear directly in my path. I was close enough to smell their fucking – the familiar stink of sex and sweat that turned me even more. I got down and got under the bent-over bottom and got his big, swinging hardon between my lips and got myself up on it as he continued to take the hulk's long-dicking, the jolts serving to fuck my mouth with the bottom's drooling cock.
The bottom's repeated cries of "OH FUCK YEAH" and "YEAH FUCKER SLAM MY CUNT" now included "FUCKING SUCK MY COCK!" too. I slurped his veiny cock, inhaling the heady stench of his musky crotch and enjoying the swing and slap of his low-hangers against my chin and throat. "OH GOD YES – SUCK MY BALLS DRY!" the bottom yelled.
GOD I loved having power over men. A bottom loves having that power over men – it's not just the mansex it's the mindsex . . . and the yin/yang of the fucking – the bottom being dominated in fucking but the bottom dominating the top's libido, controlling his passions, taking it but taking what he wants.
I reached around and felt the top's very average-sized balls swinging and then behind and found his hole, pressing my finger against it as his ass swung back then thrust forward. "GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" he growled and fucked harder, pushing his ass out farther against my finger. I pushed it inside him and found him slick with sweat and easy to penetrate, eliciting a harder push backward and a louder growl. I found his prostate, swiped my big middle fingertip over it and felt his body jolt HARD into the guy whose cock shoved down my throat. OH YEAH.
A few more swipes of the hulk's knob and he was growling "OHFUCKOHFUCKINGFUCK" and his ass was clenched so tight on my finger and his hips were pile-driving the bottom so hard I was having trouble maintaining position. But I did, of course, and worked both of them harder, my finger and my mouth both knowing exactly what to do.
The bottom shouted out first. "OHFUCKCHRISTFUCKIOHFUCK!" in a long burst as his body also tensed. The tophulk was right there, too, and a long-lasting jab to his pleasure point had him bucking and shouting, "THAT'S FUCKING IT!" right as my mouth flooded with the bottom's first cumburst.
I didn't know it until I felt it sloshing out of the bottom's hole that they were barebacking. As I gulped the bottom's very impressive load of thick, hotter-than-average, thicker-than-average seed, the top pumped what must, from the amount that sloshed and dripped on me, have been a gallon of his load into that hole. I gave the top a few last rubs with my finger before de-holing and gave his balls a squeeze of gratitude as well.
I dismounted myself much easier from the bottom's flagging tool, taking a last swipe of his drooling cockhead before I wiped my face with the back of my arm and hand. Some of the top's spilt load was on my arm, and I enjoyed the smell and taste of it, letting my tongue trail through it.
I still hadn't got fucked yet, and that was what I'd come to this particular place for. I reeked of cum and sweat already, had a stomach-full of seed but wanted my mancunt as full and slimed as the bottom I'd just blown. Apparently someone else did, too.
Suddenly I was grabbed by my ankles and pulled up roughly until my ass was in the air, and I struggled until I was supporting my upper body on my elbows with my long legs gangling over my head as my body was clutched in a tight grip at my waist. I couldn't see who had me – he wasn't tall enough for me to see him past my crotch – but I recognized his voice as he yanked off my sneakers.
"Fucking bitch!" he spat, ripping my jeans buttons open at my waist and, with amazing ease, yanked them up my legs and off me, leaving only denim-burn along my legs and me in only my t-shirt. "Think you can dis a top like me!" As he said it he took a step forward and spit down at me. I wasn't sure if he was aiming for my face and missed – his glob of spit hit my ballsac and taint – but when he shoved his tennis-ball-sized cockhead against my fuckhole I knew his intent.
Despite having well-greased my cunthole before heading out that night, his raging cockknob felt like he was shoving the end of a light pole into me, and I cried out as his brutal thrust breached me and he shoved on in. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT!" he growled, as his balls slapped my ass and he bottomed out in me. "TAKE IT you fucking cockwhore – take that mancock and show me how a bitch like you is bred to please a man like me!"
I squirmed, ass in the air, unable to really get any purchase to move myself against the brutal force of his thrusts that I felt might surely rip me apart. I prided myself on my skills as a power bottom, but even my mancunt had limits . . . and this felt like those limits might already have been breached when his fuckweapon stretched my pucker wide enough to shove a baby's arm in.
He was pounding me HARD and FAST despite the limitation of the angle of his entry. When I'd been sucking that cock it was hard-as-steel, and the ligament at the top of the base was tight enough I wouldn't have thought he could even down-fuck at all much less as violently as he was driving into me.
At that point all I could do was take it. I bucked up into him, surprising him, and using that moment, I got a slightly better angle and clenched hard, grinding my teeth together to squelch the added pain. As I knew it would, it caused him to shudder. "OH FUCK YES! You ARE a slut for my cock, aren't you, bitch?"
"C'mon and FUCK me," I taunted. "Less talk; more cock!"
Was I taking my life in my hands? Maybe! But I loved fucking more than most anything, and damned if I was going to let a log-sized cock – the man who wielded it, rather – be able to say anything other than DAMN WHAT A BOTTOM! I clenched again, harder, this time having to growl myself as I did it to keep from crying out from the pain. "HARDER!" I snarled out between my clenched teeth.
"OH JESUS FUCK!" he cried, but he started pounding me faster and harder, each thrust jarring my elbows on the concrete floor when he slammed his pelvis into my tailbone.
Finally, crunching my abs and clenching at the same time got my body bent slightly differently, and one of his thrusts caught my prostate dead-on. "OH FUCK YEAH! Just like that!"
"You fucking love that huge mancock, don't you, bitch?" he croaked, slamming me. I clenched HARDer and pushed up into him and clenched. "GODDAMN!"
My body was full of lightning bolts of pleasure – each time his gigantic cockhead slammed into my prostate, my body erupted in bolts of ecstasy blasting through me. I was in fuck-heaven . . . finally – that point that always came after the initial assault when it cascaded over and through me . . . continuously while a man pumped his cock deep into me.
"You're going to fucking take my seed again, bitch!" he shouted down at me, his spit hitting me as he spat out the words. "You're going to take my baby batter up that hungry cunt of yours!"
OH FUCK YES I WAS! I worked his cock with every muscle in my ass and used the rest of my body's muscles to move into his thrusts, to twist enough to put extra pressure on his pistoning cock. YEAH, now I was in MY element.
I worked that cock to my rapist's continuous, loud exclamations, raping his cock now, milking it, milking him, pulling him at my will toward his blast.
"OH FUCK this is going to be a big one. You're going to get that sluthole of yours drenched with fucking manseed!" He panted out the words, and I felt his cock thickening and hardening inside me, stretching me all the more.
"COME ON! SHOW ME WHAT YA GOT!" I snarled up at him, clenching harder despite my exhausted, battered muscles.
"OH FUCK IT'S CUMMING! I'm fuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg ccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!" he cried, and I felt it start.
OH FUCK the moment that first blast hit my stinging fuckchannel – and it did sting like FUCK – my own nuts exploded, and my own load blasted down on my face, on my hair, on my chest. As he pumped into me, continuing a long string of shouts and gasps and grunts and oaths, my own nut explosion, nuclear-forced, ripped through me and again I was spraying my face, neck and chest with my own seedload. My head hit the concrete more than a few times as my body thrashed and wracked with the powerful blasts from my nuts.
The loud "SHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!" when he yanked his huge, slimed cock out of my fuckchute seemed to echo through the back room. As my legs, ass and back hit the floor, having been suddenly released from his hold, the sound of clapping and whistling erupted above me and around me.
"FUCK YEAH!" I heard a few times along with "THAT'S FUCKN MANSEX RIGHT THERE!" and sundry other compliments.
Two big hands on strong forearms were thrust down at me then, and I grabbed hold of each one and was pulled up to standing, as more applause and whistles and claps on my back and butt were bestowed on me.
The little Napoleon top, otherwise known as Lou Stearns, otherwise known as "boss" to my best friend and several of the other guys in the room, marched up to me and shoved my jeans and sneakers at me. "Happy Birthday, kid! Hope you got the wish you made when you blew each one of those cocks!" he said with an evil grin and a wink.
My ACHING ass was screaming NOT AS MUCH AS I WANTED, but I grabbed my clothes and accepted the tug on my nuts he gave me as his own expression of appreciation. "Damon sure knew what he was doing setting this up for me," I answered. "That cock of yours is epic – thanks for the loads – what more could a guy wish for on his birthday?" And I turned around the still dimly-lit room, aware of the stinking bodies around me close. "To all of you who gave me the best give a cumwhore could want – THANKS!" I told them.
Mr. Stearns was still right up in front of me. He reached up and clamped his thick, hairy forearm around my neck and said, "Drinks are on me for the rest of the night if you go back out to the bar with us without putting those jeans on so we can watch my spooge run down your legs."
"I dunno," I started, and I heard a couple of the guys gasp in surprise. I was not known for my modesty and even less for my reticence in the face of a dare. "How about one better?" I threw back, now with my own evil grin a few inches from Stearns' surprised face. "Drinks are on ME for the rest of the night . . . and I stay pantsless . . . IF you fuck me again out at the bar."
Stearns' eyes went big, and I could see he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it. But the other guys started chanting LOU LOU LOU LOU and then Lou whirled around and shrieked out, "WHAT THE—" and I saw Damon had come behind him and yanked Stearns' jeans down from behind.
"C'mon, Lou," Damon said, standing up again, grinning. He batted Stearns' massive cock, still hard or hard again, waving in front of him. "This cock looks like it wants some more ass!"
Stearns stared at Damon for a second then turned toward me and put his hand out. I took it and shook it. "Looks like you're on," he said and stepped out of his own jeans and filthy jock strap he'd been wearing.
"Gimme that," I said, reaching out and snagging the jock out of his hand as we started to walk toward the hall that led to the bar. I slipped it over my head and let it hang around my neck, inhaling his musk and piss. As we passed into the hall, both with asses, cocks and balls wagging as we strode into the bar I leaned in and said, "I may need you to fuck me more than once again . . . and I don't just mean tonight."
Stearns laughed. "My wife's away at her fucking sister's for another week, so at least until then as much as that amazing hole of yours can take, Mads," and he awkwardly got his arm up around my neck again as we entered the bar like we owned it.
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