Disclaimer: If you don't like or are not allowed to read man-sex, then go away. Otherwise, enjoy! Let me know what you think. This is for the cute little bitch who inspired the story. You know who you are ;-) . Copyrighted by the author.
From Part 1:
My wrestler bitch was close himself, because after I finished marking his bitch face, he grabbed his own rock-hard dick and stroked himself until he erupted all over the face and chest of the twink on the floor below him. I could hear other slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and other groans of "Fuck, I'm cumming!" from other parts of the room as our spectacular climax pushed a bunch of the other guys over the edge.
Part 2:
When the hunky wrestler on his knees in front of me was through panting after his own gusher over the twink on the floor in front of him, I told him, "Nice job, dude. Now open up, my hot bitch, and clean me up." I shoved my half-hard cock back in his face and after quickly licking up the cum that had dribbled down over his lips, he licked my dick clean of my big cum. Of course, that wasn't difficult since most of it had blasted over his face.
When he was through, I ran my hand through his buzzcut and cuffed him gently on the side of the head. "Nice job, bitch," I told him with a smile and then left to go get a shower. I picked up my shorts outside the steam room and went to the shower to cool down and clean up. I figured I should go shower in case there was any post-sex awkwardness. I mean, he'd been a good bitch for me, but maybe after he'd gotten his rocks off he'd get embarrassed thinking about how he'd been punked by an older guy. He might suddenly remember he had an image to keep up. I know guys like embarrassing their bitches, but my feeling is why do that to somebody who's just given you an awesome blow job lol.
Meanwhile, in the steam room, Randy was asking the twink on the floor in front of him, "What's your name, kid? That was a pretty good blow job."
The twink blushed and stammered, "M-mark, sir. Thanks for letting me blow you, sir. I've wanted to for a long time."
Randy laughed and said, "Of course you have, you little bitch. Well, you did a good enough job I might let you do it again some time, boy. Come find me the next time I'm here alone."
"Wow, thanks, sir!" Mark gushed. "I sure will, sir!"
Next thing I know, Randy was in the shower next to me, telling me about the conversation he had with the twink after I left. Obviously, I didn't need to have worried about embarrassing him since he'd sought me out again! Soon, he was rubbing my shoulders under the gently cascading water. A great blow job from an incredibly hunky stud, and then the guy was giving me a massage. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the pressure on my shoulders, leaning back against the stud's strongly muscled chest. While he worked on my shoulders, he started nuzzling my ear with his sexy tongue. I just relaxed and enjoyed it although it wasn't long before one of his big, strong hands reached around to play with my nip while the other continued massaging my shoulders.
He stopped nuzzling my ear long enough to ask, "So, how did you know I was a bitch, stud? Most guys see my body and my cock and they can't wait to get on their knees or bend over for me. How come you didn't?"
I opened my eyes and laughed. "Don't be stupid, boy. I wasn't looking for sex when I agreed to spot you. But I also figured if a big boy like you needed someone to put him on his knees, I wasn't gonna be intimidated. If you wanted to be my bitch, I'd show you what it takes. If you didn't, we'd just lift. Either way was fine with me."
Randy chuckled. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you, sir?"
I smiled again and twisted my head around to look at him. "I just know what I want, dude. If you want the same thing, that's cool. If not, I'll find somebody who does. You're really good-looking, but you're not the only handsome muscleboy in the gym." And then I turned back around to lean against him in the shower and closed my eyes.
It wasn't long after that all of a sudden I felt something warm on my hardening dick. I just enjoyed the feeling for a minute-the gentle warm water, the shoulder massage, and somebody's mouth on my dick. As my dick continued to harden in somebody's mouth, though, I got curious. So, I opened my eyes to look around, and it was the twink—Mark- -with his cute college-boy face on my cock. I just enjoyed his enthusiasm even if his technique wasn't as good as the wrestler's. But then I felt a little devilish, so I moaned a bit and told Randy, "Damn, bitch, the twink is good. Why didn't you tell me he had such a hot mouth? He could give you a run for your money!"
All of a sudden, the massage stopped, and I heard a slightly annoyed Randy say, "Yeah, right. He's not bad, but his mouth can't compare to mine."
I smiled and said, "Well, I dunno..."
Next thing I know, Randy has dropped to his knees, saying on the way down, "OK, stud, I guess I'll just have to remind you about what a good blowjob feels like." And then to the twink once he was on his knees, "Outta the way, cocksucker. I got work to do." He shoved Mark out of the way and gobbled down my seven-inch cock, already wet with Mark's spit.
I just chuckled and told Mark to stand up and start playing with Randy's nipples while he sucked me. Pretty soon my wrestler was moaning around my cock while he sucked my rod. His nips started standing out under Mark's treatment as he plunged his head up and down my cock. It felt great, but I knew how to make it feel even better. I pushed his head off my cock and said, "Hey, two fucking bitches here. I'm gonna have me a bunch of fun. Get over here, twink, and lick my balls while wrestlerboy goes back on my dick." And sure enough, Mark dropped quickly to his knees. I spread my legs slightly to give the cute blonde boy access to my balls while Randy went back to work on my rigid prick.
Up and down he sucked while Mark licked all over my balls. "Nibble my thighs, bitch" I commanded Mark roughly, and he obediently started licking and nibbling my thighs like they were the tastiest thing he'd ever had. Meanwhile, the wrestler's big head was twisting and turning up and down my cock as that competitive urge took over-he had to prove he was a better cocksucker than the twink. Gotta love that competitive jock spirit lol.
After a bit, I pushed Randy off my rod, dripping with his spit. "OK, hot stuff, you made your point. You're a damn good cocksucker. You want a reward?" The wrestler grinned and said, "Fuck yeah! I mean, uh, sure, sir. Whatcha got in mind?" I slapped his cheek roughly.
"Look, dude, you may be a strong jock dude to everybody else, but to me you're a bitch. Got it?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry sir. I remember. Trust me. You're the first guy to put me on my knees in a long time. I'm not gonna forget that."
"OK, bitch, see that you don't. Now, why don't you fuck this hot little twink while he blows me?"
"Fuck yeah!" Randy said enthusiastically.
I told Mark to get up and bend over. When he did, I shoved my cock in his mouth and held my cock with just the head in while he licked all around it with his tongue. Randy kicked the twink's ankles farther apart and spread his cute little ass cheeks. He slapped that nice boi-butt a couple of times with his big, strong hand to get it red then put the head of his big, hard dick at Mark's cute little twink hole. I guess he figured he didn't need lube because the water was still cascading all around us. As I looked around, I saw that we were starting to gather quite an audience.
Randy grabbed the twink's hips and shoved a little bit of his big rod up Mark's boicunt. Mark groaned and in moving away from the invader at his pussy, he shoved farther up on the rod in his mouth. Not that I was complaining of course, lol. Randy gave another shove and Mark groaned again, partly pain and partly lust. I told Randy to move the boy's ass around out of the shower and lube his cock with some of the conditioner that was on the wall. He did and smoothed some over the rest of his rod that was sticking out of the twink's cute little ass. The next shove went in more easily. By this time, about half his big dick was buried in Mark's tight little boicunt, and I was face-fucking the other end of the cute little twink. Of course, every time Mark opened his mouth to groan at the invasion in his ass, I just moved a little more of my cock in.
Randy started pulling out a bit, and I told him to lather some more conditioner on his dick. He did, and when it went back in, the little twink bitch just moaned and humped his butt a bit to back up on the big cock that was pushing in his boi-pussy. By now, Randy could get half his big wrestler cock up that tight cunt without too much problem, so he started fucking in and out halfway. I was doing the same thing in that cute face, moving it up and down the head and part of the shaft of my own rod.
The water was cooling off, so I moved out of the shower spray until Randy and I were spitting this twink like a pig at a Texas barbecue over by the side wall. Our audience just kept watching. And jerking.
The wrestler had clearly done this before, so it wasn't long before we got into a nice rhythm with our spit-roasted twink. Pushing at the back, shoving the bitchboy onto my cock, then pulling him back onto the big prick splitting his pussy and off my dripping rod in his mouth. Back and forth we went, fucking the cute little bitch who was moaning around the cocks double-penetrating his boy holes. In and out we fucked. Randy started fucking his end more aggressively, punching in a little farther while Mark started jerking his boidick. I grabbed his head and just guided it up and down my cock like a fucktoy.
The strokes in his cunt speeded up, and it wasn't long before my wrestler boy started saying, "Take it, you little twink bitch. Take my big jock cock! Feel it split your twink cunt, you little slut. Show me you know how to service a man, you fucking whore. Cock in your mouth, cock up your cunt, you fucking bitch. Take it, whore! Take that jock dick that's splitting your little twink pussy!"
With that Randy grabbed Mark's hips and held tight. I could see the part of his cock still sticking out of the twink's ass jerk, and I knew he was unloading up the twink's pussy. In another second, Mark's whole body jerked convulsively as he spurted his own load on the floor of the shower below him. I held his head on my dick enjoying his moans around my hard dick.
As the twink stopped shuddering, the wrestler pulled his still-swollen cock out of the pussy he'd been fucking. "Wow!" he said. "Sir, can I have him clean off my cock?"
I told him sure, so he told Mark, "C'mon bitch, you got the jock fuck you wanted. Time to clean me up." I shoved Mark's face off my prick, and he obediently started licking the assjuices off the jock cock that had just split his cunt open. I decided not to waste the cute ass that was now in front of me since the twink had turned around and pushed my own cock up against his stretched-out hole. I grabbed his hips hard and shoved into that cute twink cunt in front of my swollen mancock. My dick went in a lot easier than the wrestler's had since it had done a nice job stretching the boicunt and had left plenty of lube inside lol.
I got about halfway up that hot cunt in two hard shoves, forcing the twink's mouth down farther down the big fuck-rod in front of him than he probably wanted. In and out I fucked the bitch, a little farther in each time. Meantime, Randy had grabbed his head and was using the twink like his own personal fucktoy at the other end. In and out I worked my big dick until it was finally buried to the pubes in that hot twink cunt. Then I started fucking in earnest.
I told Randy to get his ass over here and drop down to his knees behind me and eat my ass while I fucked the hot pussy around my big, thick dick. He pulled his dick out of Mark's mouth-and it had plumped up again nicely under the forced blowjob. He kinda looked nervous and then told me, "Um, sir, I don't really eat ass."
I held my cock motionless in the twink cunt in front of me for a minute and just stared at him. He looked at me defiantly a few seconds but eventually dropped his gaze. "You do now, boy. Got it?"
"But sir..." It was hard to believe a body that big and muscled could whine, but he gave a damn good impression of a 12-year-old kid told by his mom to come in from playing with his buds and wash up for dinner. I said nothing, still staring at him. "But sir..." he whined again. I still just stared. He looked up at me briefly, but he must not have seen anything encouraging, because in a few more seconds he came over to me.
"Please, sir, don't make me do this. Please, I don't wanna rim you."
"Why, boy," I said in a silky smooth tone. "'Make you'? I'm not gonna make you. I'm not gonna make you do anything."
He interrupted gratefully, "Thank you sir, oh thank you!"
I continued in a harder voice. "Nope, I'm not gonna make you do anything. You're gonna kneel down, right now, totally of your own volition. Because you're my fucking bitch, boy, and you're gonna do what you're fucking told. You need to do what you're fucking told. Because that big dick and those big muscles may cause other guys to bend over for you. But deep down inside, you wanna be a bitch. And I'm the only man that gives that slut deep inside of you what she wants. Aren't I, boy? Aren't I, you fucking bitch? I fucking own you, don't I, boy? Don't I??"
He moaned and licked his lips, then slowly dropped to his knees. "Yes sir, you do own me sir. I'm your bitch. You're the man, and I'm the bitch."
"And what does my fucking bitch do, slut?"
"Anything you say, sir. Anything you say."
"Eat my manhole, you fucking bitch. Taste the man-musk. Shouldn't be much since we've just been showered, but you get every little taste out of there, wrestlerboy."
Randy spread my cheeks with his big hands and tentatively licked up and down my crack. Like I said, we'd just been under the shower for at least fifteen minutes-maybe more-so there couldn't possibly be any smell or taste back there except for clean skin. But I guess if you've never rimmed before there's a certain psychological barrier to overcome. Discovering it was no worse than sucking cock or nibbling my chest, Randy got more enthusiastic, and it wasn't long before I felt his tongue licking all over my hole. Even, after a few minutes, stabbing at it.
Meanwhile, I'd resumed the fuck of my hot little twink, pounding his well-lubed ass- pussy with my big cock, taking advantage of the lube Randy's load provided. In and out I fucked the bitch, making him moan and start to jerk his dick again. A thirty-something came up from the audience, knelt down, pushed the boy's hand aside and started sucking his big dick. I've mentioned that Mark had like an eight-inch cock, didn't I?
I found out later that he knew how to use it, too. He'd fucked a couple of guys around his birthday a couple of months ago. But fun as it was, that wasn't what this sub little bitch wanted. He wanted to be dominated, penetrated, told he was a whore, treated like the slut he wanted to be. He had a thing for muscleboys, which explains his lust for Randy. I was to find out, though, that he also had a thing for men who could bitch out the muscleboys that he wanted to kneel to as well. He was not just a bitch. He was a bitch's bitch, enjoying being the bitch of someone I had turned into my own hot little manwhore.
Meanwhile, the tongue at my hole was getting me hotter, and it wasn't long before I started long-dicking the hot twink cunt in front of me. "Take it, you little bitch, take my big dick. Moan for me, fucker, tell me what you are. Tell me who owns your fucking cunt, boy. Tell me whose cock is making you the fucking bitch you are!"
"Oh fuck, sir. You own me sir, you've made me your slutty bitch, sit. Fuck me, sir, fuck your little whore, fuck my slut cunt, sir, take your bitch's pussy, sir, take my cunt, sir. Oh, fuck me, sir!"
And I did, speeding up the strokes. As I was on the edge myself, all of a sudden there was a wail from the twink I was pounding and I felt his pussy squeeze hard several times on my cock, letting me know that the little bitch was emptying his load into the mouth of the guy sucking him. Well, fuck, feeling him squeeze down on my own throbbing cock sent me over the edge, so I dumped my own load inside that fucking cute ass I was impaling with my dick. I pushed in as far as it would go, grinding my hairy pubes against his cute little butt, trying to bore all the way through his guts and out the other side. Meanwhile, the tongue in my ass was going nuts, and I heard moaning behind me. Then an "Awwww, fuuuuuuuccccck!" Apparently, Randy had really gotten into his rim job and was cumming all over himself.