Married Man Cum Obsession Ð Part 3 By Daddy vampyrered@gmail.com
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Well to begin with I want to thank the numerous readers who have responded so positively to this story. I knew it would hit home for some, and I am very glad you enjoyed where the character is going. I have taken your input to heart and hope that you enjoy this installment of the adventure as well. All emails are responded to, and happily received.
Just to give a short recap of where our main character is at this point, we find him having freed himself from the constraints of his own desire. He has crossed a boundary into a world of pure unadulterated pleasure and pigdom. He is beginning to lose all sense of his former self, and embrace the man he really is.
Being your average, white collar, married man in suburbia can be a prison of sorts. You are held to being thought of as being heterosexual, and with no bigger kinks than perhaps a little light slap and tickle with your wife. No one ever suspects the deeper, more powerful urges and desires that lie beneath the surface.
Thank God it's the weekend. After the things that happened to me this week at work I really need some time to think. My little "experiment" into the world of gay sex has now taken on a life of it's own that I did not expect. My intention was to just let myself go once. That night in the motel room outside of the city was life changing. I never really expected anyone to answer my Craigslist ad, nor did I expect to feel as I do. As I stated at the start of my tale, I am an ordinary guy. I work for a living, have a family, golf, watch NASCAR, drink beer, and help out at Little League. I always considered myself straight until recently. Now, I am not sure what my sexuality is.
When you allow men to fuck you and cum inside you, and you allow them to force you to drink their piss, and to clean their dirty ass holes, does that make you gay? Does it make me bi or gay or just experimenting? LOL. I think I know the answer to that question, but can one be mostly straight, and only enjoy gay sex occasionally and still be considered straight? Probably not. The whole thing scares the shit out of me.
Even as I explored my desires on the Internet it never seemed real until last week. I would jerk off to guys fucking, and imagine myself on the receiving end. I would watch old porn where guys would do it in car repair shops, and in locker rooms, and even in police stations. But it was the ones that happened in sleazier settings that really got me off. To be taken in a public bathroom, or in an alley, or even in a locker room was what I desired most.
It wasn't until I started watching bareback porn did my true nature cum to the surface. Masculine men having sex and Cumming into willing holes was mesmerizing. I watched as a man took as many cocks up his ass as he could over a weekend. But then I started to want the smells, the touch, and even the raunch. I wanted to lick sweaty balls sacs, I wanted to clean funked up dirty shit holes, and I wanted to be shit fucked. I didn't care if my hole was cleaned out, real men did not worry about that.
So after being bred blindfolded in that motel room my life changed. The guy who works in my company who found me there has been controlling my life. He has pimped my ass out to other workers in the company. Blindfolded I was fucked in the bathroom by line workers and even management. I don't know who these men are, and that makes it even more frightening. What am I to do? Am I to continue to be this man's whore? How do I stop it? Do I want to stop this? I need answers.
I am sitting in basement in my "Man Cave". It is the only place in the house where I can think. I am usually not disturbed and the wife and kids can go about their business. I can relax with my beer and my TV, and my computer. I am lying back trying to clear my head, but the thoughts of the last week or so keep creeping in. As they do I find myself absentmindedly groping myself.
The last thing I heard from my "pimp" was the he would be further offering my services as he saw fit. Pure and simple blackmail is what this is. This is getting too dangerous for me. People in my company now know I am nothing but a cum dump for any man's seed. I could lose my job; my wife could find out, I could lose my children. This was never what I intended. I am scared and I don't know how to escape. The other half of this problem is that deep down, I don't want this to end. Being used by men has unleashed a pleasure in me that I have never known. Sex was always rudimentary. You fucked women because that is what you are taught. You don't want to be called a fag, or queer.
I grew up redneck as hell. Country life, country attitude, and men were men. You fucked as much pussy as you could from the earliest age you could. Your prowess in the bedroom was only matched by the number of beers you could drink and still keep a hard on. Strangely enough as I look back, there was always a nagging need in me to be the one getting dicked.
I remember my best friend Ricky during high school always wearing those tight Wranglers that showed off not only his beefy ass, but also his sizable crotch. I remember one time double fucking some cheerleader with him out by the lake, and as she sucked my cock his cock sliding into her cunt mesmerized me. I think I even thought how hot it would be to feel that thick piece of meat stretch me out. Rick is still my best friend, and although he has added some pounds on over the years, his ass still looks hot and I am sure his cock is still as thick.
Getting back to my "pimp", the last thing I was told is to wait for him to give me further instructions. I was to give him my cell phone number and he would text me anytime he needed me. I figured I would not hear from him for a while. It was just the other day he had me in the locker room, so maybe he will leave the weekends alone. I must have dosed off because I was awaken by a text on my phone. It was from him.
Chris, company picnic is tomorrow at the park, be sure to be available during the day. I am lining up some real interesting stuff you will enjoy. Be sure not to wear underwear. See you there.
SHIT! Had totally forgotten that it was tomorrow. DAMN it to hell! It is too late for me to figure out some way to keep my wife and kids at home, and not showing up is not an option. What does he mean by humiliating me like this? Does he really think that word will not leak out some how? Will he not be implicated? NO, he has probably shielded himself from any real harm. The only one in trouble is I.
Sunday morning came way too early. I am a bundle of nerves and my wife is sensing there is an issue. I am not usually someone to let stress bother me, but this thing is not your usual stress. As requested I am not wearing underwear. Have opted for nylon basketball shorts, a muscle tank top, and sneakers. It is basic work out gear for me. I am afraid though with these shorts than any sign of arousal will be very evident, but perhaps that is what he is counting on.
The Company picnic is held at a near by State Park that has a large lake, and many hiking and biking trails. The picnic areas are vast, and we usually have one that is reserved just for this event every year. In the past I never really gave much thought to where one might have sex without being seen, but given my present circumstances, I am scanning the area for anything that look plausible. I know my "pimp" has set something up, and I am hoping it is far away from the main area. I am learning to be and exhibitionist by default.
The morning goes uneventful and it seems that everyone has showed up this year, even some of the Board of Directors, who normally don't. This makes for great face time for me, and it will help keep me in line for any promotions that might come by. I hate the whole kiss ass thing professionally. I always felt it somewhat disingenuous.''
At about lunchtime my phone buzzes indicating a new text has come in. My wife looks at my quizzically, as usually the only people that text me are from work, or very close friends. I look down at my phone, and it is a new message from my "pimp".
Been watching you play "Daddy" today. Really seem to enjoy your kids. Your wife seems attentive too. What would they say if they knew the real you? LOL
BTW have set up an adventure for you today. Want you to go for a hike on the Lake Stanley trail number 2. Follow it along and you will know what to do. There will be further instructions along the way.
"Who was that honey" my wife asks. "Just Ricky babe, he wants to meet up with me later to help him with his truck." It is a plausible excuse, which my wife knows means that Rick and I will be getting drunk. So she just shakes her head and moves on with the kids. "I am going for a walk." I say but she is not really paying attention.
The Lake Trails are a short walk from the picnic areas. I have only been around them a few times in the past and am not really familiar with where they lead. However, I am happy that I will be away from the main crowd, and that hopefully this is on the other side of the lake. As I approach the entrance I notice a note posted to the sign. I pick it off and read.
Ok whore, now keep walking down the path. About ? mile down there is a public restroom. Go inside and go to the last stall.
Not this again. I let him humiliate me in the bathroom at work, and now here. I don't have a choice. I start on my journey and as I walk I notice I am getting hard. My dick is rubbing against the silky nylon fabric of my shorts, and it is making me hard. It might also be the anticipation of what is to come further down the road. As I walk I have not really paid much attention to any other hikers. Seems weird that on a warm summer day there wouldn't be more people along the path. But just as I think this I notice a man walking up a head of me. From what I can tell he has a nice stocky build, and a great ass. The materials of his shorts are wedged into the crack of his ass, and you can tell he is sweating big time.
Drawing closer, I recognize him as Sam Wilder one of the Board of Directors. I don't know him well, but have always thought him handsome. He is a big bear of a man, with dark hair that is only slightly tinged with grey. He always sports a well-trimmed beard, and you can tell his chest is hairy. His ass moves well for such a big man, and he definitely is an imposing presence.
"Hello there Sam", I greet him as I come behind.
"Hello there Chris, nice to see you", he says. "I didn't know you enjoyed hiking down here by the lake." I say. "Well, I try to keep in shape, and its such a great day out here I figured why not." Sam smiles as he talks, and the smile reaches his eyes. That look makes him even more attractive. "Yes, the weather is definitely great today. Figured I would take a walk away from the crowds of people for awhile and enjoy some alone time," I say. "You certainly picked the most secluded path way around the lake, most people prefer the shorter route." Sam says.
That thought had occurred to me, but I don't say that.
"Well enjoy your walk Sam, I will talk to you before you leave." I say this as I pass him by, and hope that he turns off before the rest area. Sam just smiles and waives as I move on down the path. At the pace I am walking it doesn't take long for me to reach the rest area. It is much older than those near the picnic areas, and I assume it is only inspected infrequently. I approach the well-worn door, and as I open it, I am immediately assaulted by the mustiness of the place. The warmth of the summer temperatures has made this space warm, and stale. I can smell the stale urine smell and something headier in the air.
The room is small, and has only one sink, at trough urinal and two stalls. I can tell this is an original building from when the park opened up in the early 1960's. I immediately go to the last stall as indicated. There as before was a note taped to the tile wall.
You must be a horny fucker; you made it in record time. You enjoy your talk with Sam? LOL. Anyway, I am sure by now you mind is racing and your heart is beating out of your chest, but no worries. Now like the other day at work, you will blind fold yourself, and then kneel on the floor in this stall. You will wait until given further instructions.
OH fucking God! He is spying on me. How did he know about Sam? He is right though, my heart is beating out of my chest, my dick is raging hard, and my head is spinning. I don't know what he has in mind, but I am too far along to worry about it. I don't worry about it, because my deeper pig has come out, and all I want is sex.
As instructed I blind fold myself and kneel down in front of the toilet bowl. My cock is hard and sticking straight out, tenting my nylon shorts. The floor is sticky, and wet, and I wonder how many men have just pissed on the floor instead of the toilet? How many cum shots have landed where I am kneeling now from men who took a few minutes to jerk off in the woods?
It seems like an eternity before I hear the creak of the door. My pulse rises, and I wonder if this is someone that has been led here by my "pimp" or has someone else mistakenly walked into a scene he has no idea about? I hear the person's heavy footsteps, and can tell he is close by. The person is standing so close to me that I can feel the heat coming off his body. He has yet to speak. I keep my head down and wait. There is only silence. I then feel a big, rough hand pull me to my feet. He is leading me out of the bathroom. HOLY SHIT, where is he taking me?
I say nothing and trust that this is all part of the plan. I am being led up into the woods. My leader is strong, and keeps me upright and ensures that I do not trip and fall. We seem to walk quite a ways into the woods, but being blindfolded makes you a bit disoriented. The man has yet to speak at all during our walk. That fact unnerves me, but so far I do not fear him.
Abruptly we stop, he pulls my hand up in front of me and begins to tie my wrists together with rope. He then leads me over to what I assume is a fallen tree and secures me, scarping my knees against the dead bark. I try to pull myself free, but am securely bound. The man retreats, and I am left alone, it is only now that I start to feel afraid.
I lie bound across this tree, and although I am still dressed I feel more vulnerable than if I were naked. My mind raises, my senses piqued for any sound of approaching people. Then, I hear footsteps approaching. There are at least two sets of footfalls that I can discern. and I can make out male voices laughing and joking. Is this part of the plan or have some strangers happened upon my situation? I will never truly know.
"Damn bubba, seems like someone has left us a surprise in the woods today", a deep voiced man says. "Sure nuff seems that way, mighty nice ass on it too", says the second. This guy seems a bit younger in tenor. " Would be a shame not to take advantage of such a treat don't ya think?" says the deeper voiced man. "Yeah man, my dick is already hard looking at that ass", the younger guy says.
I hear the approach and then feel hands rubbing along my body. My ass cheeks are being caressed, and my back is being rubbed. I can hear one of the men come closer to my face, and then hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. I then feel a wet piece of flesh being slapped across my face.
"Here ya go fag, a nice juicy dick for you to suck on". The tip of his head is wet from either a fresh piss, or precum I can't tell which. He slaps his cock across my face a few times, and laughs. As he does so I can feel it thicken with each stroke. "Open your damn mouth cunt, and suck this cock for me!" the younger man demands.
As he forces his thick mushroom head past my lips, I taste a salty residue that can only be piss. Despite myself my cock grows harder with the thought. At my backside the deeper voiced man is caressing my ass cheeks through my white nylon shorts. His actions are determined and forceful, not tender in the least. I feel him kneel down behind me, and to my surprise feel him bury his face in my ass. I can feel the stubble of a full beard through the material, and his hot breath against my hole. He inhales and ruts around my crack like a pig looking for truffles in the woods. From the moans emanating from him I can only assume he likes what he smells.
The man in my throat has grown a couple of inches thicker, and a few more inches longer as I do my best to accommodate him. His cock tastes amazing, and the heat coming from his crotch leads me to believe he has been out for a while in the summer heat. He forces his cock as deep into my throat as he can go, all the while holding my head with his hands and guiding his thrusts. I choke as he hits the back of my throat, but he is enjoying the domination. "Fag choke on my cock man, that is the way a true man shows me he loves my dick." He says. "Ma wife can only take the head of my cock into her mouth and is a lousy cock sucker, you on the other hand are making my dick very happy fag!" He laughs a bit at his own joke.
The man behind me has now stood, and I feel him pull my shorts down to my ankles. He probes my hole with his rough fingers, and I hear him spit into his hand. The cold slime of his phlegm is spread along my hairy crack, and his wet finger, digs deep into my hole. I know I am about to be spit roasted, and I can't wait. The anticipation is killing me. My mind has constructed a world of its own where only the three of us exist. I have forgotten the fear of discovery, and the dread of being outed. I am now in a world of pure lust, and I am being used as I have always fantasized about. Porn has nothing on my reality at this moment.
I feel the man push his cock at my sphincter, I try to relax and push out to accept him more easily. The spit he used for lube only helps fractionally, and it is all about pushing into my hole with force. His head pops into me, and I feel that initial shot of pain as my hole stretches to accommodate him. He then grabs my hips and pushes deeper. I feel every inch of him make its way into me. He does not stop till he has fully filled my ass. It is only then that he begins to piston his cock along my ass chute.
I am lost in the feeling of two cocks in me, one in my mouth and one in my ass. I have no clue who these men are, or what they look like, and it doesn't matter. I am fulfilling my role as a cum dump. I am being used to further a man's pleasure and commune with him as I accept his fluids. The man at my ass is relentless and I know it will not take long for him to seed my ass. The man at my throat is also very close to climaxing, and the intensity of the scene is not lost on my cock. I am dripping down the log and onto my shorts. I am unable to move to assist in relieving myself, and just let my body react, as it will. The more I feel the men come closer to cumming, the more I push back and manipulate my mouth. I want to feel them cum in me; it is what I am meant for.
Just as this thought crosses my mind, I hear the man at my as grunt loudly, and push his cock deep into my guts. I feel his cock spasm with each volley of cum he shoots. The man at my throat is not as vocal, yet I hear his strangled moans as he shoots his load as well. The warm thick fluid passes across my tongue and down into my throat, I swallow eagerly, and can taste the sweet and salty flavor of him. The man at my butt, leans forward briefly as he finishes his climax in me. I can sense his cock deflating in my ass. He pulls out of me with a pop, and the wetness leaks out of my hole. The man at my throat pulls out quickly and I can hear him rearrange himself.
"Damn bubba, that was a nice pit stop wasn't it? The younger man asks. "Hell I could use this whores ass over and over again, if given the chance. Wonder who left him here?" "Don't know, don't care." Says the young man, "just as long as my wife don't find out is all I care about." "Guess your right Junior, my wife would never understand this kinda stuff." The deeper man said.
I hear them start to move off, but I did hear the deeper voiced man ask the younger guy, "Did ya notice he had a wedding ring on, guess his wife don't know either."
The thought brought me back to my real condition. Here I was at a company picnic, with my family, and through my own lust find myself tied to a tree in the woods, blindfolded and fucked. The men that just used me obviously were not part of an orchestrated scene, but just casual passers by. Was my "pimp" watching did he hope this would happen, or was this a fortuitous event? I may never know his thoughts on this.
Out of the woods I hear a voice, and recognize it as my "pimp", my Master, my dominant. "Did you enjoy that whore?" he asks. I don't speak. I am not sure how I should respond. Do I say "yes" and admit my sexual addiction, or "no" and deny my true self and what has become my new reality? I say "yes."
"I could tell", he says. "You realize those guys were not part of the plan, correct?" I respond with "yes, I know that now." "Good, that shows me even more about how much you crave being used by any man." "I do have some men lined up for you, and they should be along shortly", he says. "Some of the men know you personally, some only through reputation, but they all know you." That thought frightens me, and I want to escape my confines. "Why are you doing this to me?" I ask. and there is silence. I wait a few moments more, but realize he has retreated into his hiding space.
I am alone again, and I must come to terms with my fate, I am truly fucked. My life is ruined, my marriage as well. I may lose my job, and all because I am addicted to cock and cum. I am addicted to being used, and addicted to men and what they possess. I will do anything for a man, and will debase myself to further my own pleasure and his. I am truly obsessed with cum.
It wasn't much longer before I heard more footsteps approaching. I assumed these were the men my "pimp" had spoken about. All of a sudden a felt hands all over me. From what I could tell there were at least three sets of hands working my flesh. No one spoke though which made the experience even more unnerving. I felt fingers probe my used hole and they were not gentle about it either. I felt someone close to my face. I felt a leathered glove probe my mouth and go deep into my throat. I gagged, and tears rolled down my cheeks. He the slapped my face, the hit stung. I cried out, but was slapped again. I got the gist of what his intentions were.
Still no one spoke. I tried to sense who was there, but the only thing I could get was the scent of maleness, and somewhere a hint of aftershave. The aftershave seemed familiar, but my head was attempting to take stock of my situation, and I could not hold the though long. One of the men was now licking my ass. I could feel his rough tongue lapping up the sperm and ass juices that had run out from my previous assault. He seemed eager and enjoying his efforts. I felt a rough tug at my balls and cock, as they were being pulled between my legs. The man's mouth left my ass to work on my cock and balls. I responded despite myself.
The man at my face began rubbing his crotch in my face. I could tell he was wearing a jock from the ribbed material that scratched across my lips. He had not washed this jock in quite some time, as the odor of piss, cum, and maleness reached my nose. Then for the first time he spoke. "Suck" was all he said. As I attempted to suck on the material, it became clear to me that this was a heavier set man. His belly hit my face, and his crotch area was paunched. His gloved hand found the back of my head, and forced me into his flesh. I did my best to suck the flavor out of his jock sack.
I have to admit that the headiness of a heavier man is intoxicating. There is a bit more sweat to add to the natural smell of a man. I could feel his thick cock swell as I continued to work my mouth across the material. The taste of it will be something I will always crave I am sure. The man or men at my ass were now working a dick into me. I could not tell if it was the cock of my ass licker or another man, all I could discern was that it was smaller, but wider than the last. He pushed, and with little effort were balls deep in me. He grabbed my ass and immediately started to pound my hole. He was determined to not waste time at my hole, and I knew he would shoot quickly. I did not mind, as it would be the second load my ass too today.
The heavier set man at my mouth relieved me of my efforts on his crotch, and turned around and offered me his ample ass. I could smell his muskiness, and felt the hairs of his ass on my face. "Clean my hole", was my command. He assisted me by spreading his cheeks as wide as he could, and allowing me access to his hairy ass crack. He obviously had taken a dump recently as I could taste bits of shit in his ass hairs. His ass crack was wet from sweating in the summer heat, and the incubation of his stench was evident. I buried my face into the man's ass, and worked my tongue along his crack, and sucked on his pucker.
As much as this might have otherwise disgusted me, I had already eaten dirty ass the other weekend, and this was just another way of showing my desire to please. I was actually starting to enjoy the taste, and the smell of a real man's ass on my face. Like so many other things that had changed in such a short amount of time to me sexually, this was just another on the list.
The man at my ass was about to pop, he was pounded my ass so hard, I was being pushed across the bark of the tree and being scraped up. But he was almost there, and it was fine. I felt him push deep in me, and shoot his sizable load. He didn't wait for his cock to deflate as most men have done, but popped out almost immediately. I then heard the unmistakable sound of someone sucking dick, and he must be getting cleaned from the other man. I had to admit to my self that I was jealous I was not allowed the chance to suck the man's dick clean. I had his load in my hole, but tasting it, and my ass juices mixed with cum was part of my obsession.
Just as quickly my bearish man left my mouth wanting. I could tell that he was moving to take his friend's place at my hole. He did not wait to prep me, and shoved his thick cock into me. I had not figured how thick it would be from sucking on his jock, but as he entered me, I did feel a bit of a stretch on my hole. I pushed back on him instinctively to take him deep in my hole. I could feel how easily he slid in and out of cum hole, by how wet I felt. I could feel cum drip out with each successive stroke. I then felt a tongue working at my hole and at the cock. The third man must be taking his dues from me getting fucked.
I wondered in that moment that the man was. He seemed to relish his position as clean up boy, and was as much of a pig as me. He was eager to taste as much as he could, but did not hinder the bear from giving me a very good ride on his beer can cock. I was in another world. I was totally relaxed and excited all at the same time. I was enjoying being filled by this man, and feeling my hole being used. I was in a dream that I never would have thought possible to come true. The fucking was about to end far too soon I could tell. The bear was breathing heavily, and I feel his cock swell inside me. He let out a loud yell, and continued to pound my hole. His climax was intense, and he forced his load further into my bowels. I was in heaven. He collapsed on top of me, and at that moment I knew who the man was.
There are only a few stout guys in our company that carry their weight and build well. I have often fantasized about being their play toy, and being man handled that way. One of them was Sam the member of the Board of Directors I spoke to on my way up the trail. I knew it was he by his aftershave. I knew I recognized the scent, and here it was next to my face. He laid his entire weight on my back, and it felt comforting. You would think heavy, but in fact it felt almost like security. No wonder he did not speak. He knew I would figure him out. But the leather, and the dominance was what I figured he would be into. I was glad I had his cum in my ass.
Sam withdrew from me slowly, and the other man under me was licking cum from my balls, and legs, and most possibly from Sam's cock. I heard Sam pull himself together, and leave. I felt disappointment about that. The other man was still there. His tongue was continuing to clean me up and work his magical tongue across my hole. I loved it.
He too left and again I felt alone and vulnerable. It suddenly struck me that I had been out here for some time. Panic set in as I wondered if my wife would be searching for me, or had my "pimp" taken care of that contingency. I would know once this ordeal was over. It was not long before I was approached again. This time the man was definitely someone I was familiar with. It was my buddy Rick. He smelled a bit of diesel and beer as he worked as a mechanic. It seemed the oil was in his sweat somehow. I had always been attracted to Rick, but never acted on it. Now he would know the other side of me.
"Hey buddy, looks like you are in a bit of a position here", Rick said jokingly. "Never took you for a fag, and let alone one that would take cock and sperm from any one, but, seems like this changes our friendship." I cringed at that comment. What did he mean? Was our friendship over? Or was this going to turn into a sexual relationship? I didn't need to wait long to find out.
"Damn Chris you have a hot ass, especially will all that cum running down your leg, and your hole being so puffy. Looks like you can take dick like a $20 whore." As he said this he probed my ass with his thick fingers. He pushed two fingers in with no problem, and I moaned despite myself. "Yeah buddy, you enjoy having your ass fucked don't ya? " "All these years we have been best friends and I never knew you were a cum whore". "Seems I need to make up for lost time then"
Rick moved up to my face and unbuttoned his 501's. I knew that his cock was big from the showers in high school. It was perhaps 8 or 9 inches for sure, and a nice thickness. He always showed a bulge in his jeans that the ladies always admired. He was not quite hard yet as he slid into my waiting mouth. I took as much of him into my throat as I could to start with. I didn't want to pussy foot around this man or his cock. "Fuck yeah bud, take my cock into your hungry throat" Rick moaned. I worked my tongue across his shaft and put as much suction onto his dick as I could. He did not hold my head like the previous guys, but pistoned his hips into my mouth. He was slow and deliberate, and would pull back to just his big head being on my tongue, and make me explore his piss slit. He tasted amazing.
"Damn buddy this is going to make watching the ball game or NASCAR or even our fishing trips so much more fun." "I plan on using you as often as possible." "You know my wife don't put out as often any more, and even when she does it ain't really worth the time."
I knew Rick's marriage was not the best, but had not realized that he was not being sexually satisfied. I guess we both were in the same boat. I just don't think he would take things to the extremes I did. Rick face fucked me for quite some time, and I could tell he was far from shooting his load. But tasting this man was amazing. I loved his flavor. This is why I started to explore my needs. I needed to become one with a man's penis. I needed to be a part of a man that could show me the kind of sexual release I craved.
Rick slowly pulled out of my mouth. "As much as I am enjoying you sucking on my rod, your ass is calling my name." "I so want to feel that wet hole of yours suck me in and milk my cock". He shuffled around the tree, and then grabbed my ass. He spread my cheeks for inspection. "Whoo-wee man that is one well used hole, and dam you got loads up cum up there. Guess my load will top you off." With that he slowly slid his huge cock into me. I could feel every inch of him as he took his time to enjoy my man pussy. Rick pushed about half of himself into me, and then pulled back. The suction my ass created has my ass lips holding on to his shaft for dear life. I could only imagine how hot that looked.
My best friend then slid the rest of his huge member into my hole. At this point there was no stretch, but there was the tenderness of my insides from being fucked. I felt him fill me up and hit my prostate. I arched my back and pushed against him to take him further, and to position his cock better inside me. He held me tight, and allowed me to accept him in. When he felt that I was relaxed enough he began his assault on my hole. From being friends for so long, I knew that he loved to take his time. He was never in a hurry to fuck, and was into watching his partners reaction to his big cock. I was going to be no different.
He methodically pumped his cock into my ass. Rick moaned every time he hit bottom. He was enjoying my cum filled hole, and I knew it. "FUCK Chris, your hole is so warm and wet, this is the best pussy I ever had in my life." "Never thought I would enjoy fucking a dude full of another man's sperm, but SHIT, this is amazing!" I had to smile at that. I was pleasing him, and that made me hard. My cock had gone up and down continuously through out this ordeal, but now I was rock hard, and leaking. My body was pleasing a real man my best friend actually.
Rick picked up the pace of his fucking and I wanted this not to end. He was moaning loudly as he fucked my hole. His exclamations of SHIT, and FUCK only made the event better. He was going to unload into himself and me part of me. I would be carrying his DNA in my ass. How much closer could two men get? I wanted to scream with pleasure but held my tongue. I buried my face down into the tree and would moan, and groan into the bark. Rick was about to cum in a violent moment of pure pleasure. As he shot his sperm into my hungry ass he screamed louder than I could have imagined. I am sure someone heard him at the picnic area. I didn't care.
He held himself in me for moments after his climax. He was dripping sweat on my back, and he was out of breath. I would remember this moment, and how happy and satisfied I felt for the rest of my life. Rick then slowly pulled out of my hole, and was still holding onto my ass. My legs were about to give out from being in this position for so long. I heard Rick shuffle back around to my face, and I instinctively opened my mouth. "Damn you are a filthy pig fag!" "Cleaning up my shit and cum covered cock like it was breakfast". "Guess you never really know a person until you fuck him." He laughed at his own joke. I eagerly cleaned his cock, and loved the fact that I was his filthy pig at that moment. But what would happen next. I couldn't even think.
Rick pulled out of my mouth and got dressed. He didn't say much as he left, except that he would talk to me later that night. I lay there on the tree exhausted. I had served several men today, and I only knew two for sure. My life was so fucked right now I didn't know how to process the events correctly. Then I heard that voice.
"Damn Chris you really are a cum whore." "I have watched you take cock like any common street walker, and not even worry about whose cock was breeding you." I did not have a response. "Well buddy, I am going to untie you and allow you to go back to your wife and kids". "You will be hearing from me again you can be certain of that." I felt this man cut the ropes that were binding my hands. He did not leave immediately, but did something I was not expecting, he kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth tentatively, and yet passionately for just a moment. Then he was gone.
I removed my blindfold and pulled my shorts back up on my ass. They were dirty from being trampled on the ground, and I am sure after walking back to the picnic area my ass juices will have leaked out too. I had to think of a reason for the stains and the dirt, and figured I would just say I slid down an embankment. It was the best I could do. As I walked back to the common area, my legs hurt, my ass hurt, and my back hurt. I felt like I had done 10 rounds with a boxing champ. If only. What had my life turned into? Who was this man that just kissed me like a lover? What more did he want from me? I would soon find out.
I got back to the common area just in time for everyone to start packing up. My wife was furious at me for leaving them alone all day, and a bit concerned about my "accident'. As we packed up our stuff I looked across the quad to see Sam and his wife head in our direction. My stomach fell, and my mouth went dry. What would happen now? As Sam approached I caught his eyes briefly, and they spoke loud and clear. This was our secret. "Well Chris I see you finally made it back from your hike around the lake, sorry to hear you had a small accident down an embankment." Sam said. "I am fine thank you for your concern, nothing serious, just a few scrapes." Sam almost smiled at that comment, but did not. His wife just added that she was glad that I was fine, and hoped we enjoyed the event. I responded that we always do, and appreciate the opportunity to share some down time with the company.
Sam just smiled, and said, "Well Chris, we definitely get to know our employees better during these events, and it often influences promotions, and such". "It helps us really understand our management team and how far they are willing to got to get a job done, even if its all in fun." Although that statement would not have raised eyebrows from anyone, I definitely got his message loud and clear. I just smiled, and shook his hand. "Look forward to seeing you next week at the stockholders meeting, Sam", I said. "We will be working closely together Chris, be prepared for it". I got his meaning, and my dick got hard despite my intentions not too.
The ride home was quiet, and I was exhausted. Who knew what would happen next, and would I be able to keep this charade up much longer. Time would only tell.