Mike, Tod and I were sitting in the living room having a couple of drinks and shooting the shit. Tod and I shared the two bedroom apartment and as far as the world was concerned we were two guys living together to save money. Mike was the only one who knew the truth about our real relationship, well most of it, so Tod and I spoke freely in front of him and didn't hide our feelings. As far as Mike was concerned Tod and I were probably gay, or at least bisexual. He knew we were having sex with each other but that was it and he kept it to himself. The truth of the matter was that Tod was having sex with me, well mostly that is, occasionally Tod would be in the mood to suck cock and he'd give me a blowjob, but other than that it was me who took care of Tod, always. Shortly after we moved in together we understood each other, and after the first time I sucked Tod's cock we sat down and talked about it, coming to a mutual agreement which perfectly fit us both. Tod liked having his cock sucked and I liked sucking cock. He has a big cock and I like big cocks. From that moment on my role was the sucker and his the one being sucked. We both were happy and quite comfortable with our situation and it has worked out perfectly for us.
We knew we could trust Mike, after all, he never said a word to anyone when he walked in on us one night and saw me giving Tod a blowjob and he didn't let it effect our friendship either. In fact Tod and I were glad to have someone with whom we could be open, and we each got off on playing our roles in front of him.
After 3 or 4 drinks I began to get a little tipsy, and horny.
"Do you want to fuck tonight or get sucked?" I asked Tod.
"Both!" Tod answered smiling.
"Good answer." Mike said.
"I like it!" I said, looking at Mike with smile from ear to ear.
"Sucked first, then I'll fuck you." Tod said immediately.
"I hope you don't mind me asking," Mike said as he looked at me with an 'I don't want to be an asshole' look on his face. "But doesn't it hurt when he fucks you?"
"He thinks you fuck me up the ass." I said, looking at Tod.
"Doesn't he?" Mike asked confused.
"Want to show him?" I said to Tod.
"Sure!" Tod said with a bit of exitement and enthusiasm at the same time. "Want us to show you?" he asked Mike, looking right at him.
"Yea, sure if you don't mind me being here." Mike replied politely.
"Na." I said. "I fact I think it'll turn us on. Just sit there and I'll explain the whole thing." I told Mike.
Tod and I stood while I took off his clothes.
"He likes it when I take off his clothes." I told Mike. "Kind of turns me on too!"
Mike seemed quite at ease looking at Tod standing naked with me. I took Tod's cock in my hand and started jerking him off and Mike again was unaffected, interested though.
"Tod and I are a perfect match." I said to Mike. "You'll notice he's got a big cock, a very big cock! And it just so happens that I really like a big cock, but not in my ass like you thought, I like it in my mouth, all the way in my mouth."
Mike just kind of smiled at me in a what the fuck why not sort of way, amused by my truthfullness it seemed, yet letting me know at the same time that he understood how I could feel that way, especially when he saw Tod's huge cock and knew I was right.
I explained to him how I felt and what I thought about when I put a big cock in my mouth, and how when it got hard it seemed like I was just sucking on the head of it. It made me feel like I wasn't doing enough just sucking on the end, putting so little in my mouth, seeing so much more in front of me, I told him. I got so turned on looking at it and feeling it fill my mouth, yet until I took it all I knew I didn't deserve it, the only way it would be right was for me to get it all it in. The first time I leaned foward and experienced a cock fill my mouth and move through into my throat, I knew it was for me, I explained. Feeling this long shaft, one continual long shaft, begin where my lips wrap around it, fill my open mouth and end deep inside my throat in one long piece, piercing me, impaleing me, supporting me as I hang from it by my head and body, gave to me such a sense of completeness and excitement never before imagined. This is my place, this is what I will do no matter what anyone might think. Tod understood immediately and accepted my role. And I understood immediately that I'd found the perfect match in Tod.
I knelt and began sucking on Tod's cock until it was hard, then stood and turned to Mike.
"Sit next to him over here." I told Mike, pointing to the couch next to Tod. "I'll show you how I give him a blowjob first, then how he fucks me." I said.
Mike sat right next to Tod on the couch and looked at me as I knelt between Tod's legs. I took Tod's cock, which even soft was impressive, and began sucking until it was long and hard.
"This is how I give him a blowjob." I said to Mike, looking up at him, holding Tod's erect cock at my face. "You see how big it is!"
"Yes." Mike agreed.
"There's only one way to suck a cock like this." I said, "completely. The difference between me sucking him and him fucking me, is that when I suck him I push his cock all the way in my mouth and down my throat. When he fucks me, he pushes it in and I stay still. Watch!" I explained.
I took his cock in my mouth and leaned foward until my lips pressed against his body at the base of his shaft. Excitement stirred and began racing through me as I felt my mouth and throat fill with his cock. His cock was fatter than the opening at the beginning of my throat and I felt it pause there for an instant, being refused entrance by the smaller channel, forced to bend against it's tightly closed mouth as I continued pushing my lips down it's shaft and driving it in. Then all at once I felt it straighten, then with a pop it seemed, drove it's way in and down my throat completely filling it as it was tightly wrapped.
Mike watched closely as Tod's cock slid from my mouth until the head rested on my lips, then slowly dissappear into it until he saw only my face and lips pressed against his body. I continued the same motion, completely in then out, about 20 times or so, Mike looking on intently.
"This is how I give him a blowjob." I said to Mike, taking Tod's cock out and holding it with my hand as I looked up at him.
"Yea, I see." Mike replied.
"He lays still and I push his cock in and out of my mouth." I told him. "All the way in, down my throat each time."
"Can you feel it in your throat?" Mike asked.
"Oh yea!" I said. "I sure can."
"How far down does it go?" Mike asked wonderingly.
I leaned down and put my face against Tod's crotch, then put his cock on the side of my face, placing the base at my lips and the shaft along my cheek and neck so Mike could see how much of it was in me and where it went and stopped.
"Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed. "It goes down your throat past your shoulders."
"Yea. I love it." I said smiling. "Watch."
Mike sat entranced as he watched me drive Tod's cock down my throat repeatedly. After a few minutes I stopped and stood.
"Ok Mike. Now he's going to fuck me. It's like a blowjob in reverse." I said.
"You do the same thing except this time you don't move, he does, right!" Mike said, showing us he understood.
"Kind of the same thing." I said to him. "Only much more fucking exciting."
"It's better for you?" he asked Tod.
"I do like pounding his face." Tod answered. "I love they way he looks when I'm slamming him."
"Actually," I said to Mike, "it's better for me."
"Really!" he said inquisitively.
"Really!" I assured him. "When he says he likes to pound me, he means it."
"And you like it?" Mike asked.
"Like it. No, I do not like it." I said teasing him. "It's way beyond like."
"Huh!" Mike uttered.
"Let me put it this way." I said. "I put myself in a position where I can't move back nor away, just sit there and be used, wait for him to fuck away at my face any way he likes. That alone turns me on. When I feel his hands holding my head and feel his cock ramming in and out of my mouth and throat, all the while watching his hips pumping back and forth, I'm brought to the ultimate turn on. You know!"
"Wow." Mike replied almost as if he were wishing it was he who was feeling it.
"Tod pounds the shit out of me." I continued. "It feels so fucking unbelievable. I feel like such a slut. I love being his slut. And he loves treating me like one."
I sat on the floor where our sectional couch turned in the corner of the room. Leaning back, my head pressed against the couch preventing me from pulling away then Mike and I watched as Tod straddled my face, his cock dangling at my mouth.
"If you're wondering what I'm thinking," I said to Mike, turning to look at him. "I see his cock and his body in front of my face, think to myself, 'I'm letting him use me, he's going to push his cock down my throat'. In the one or two seconds it takes for him to push it in, I get really turned on."
With that I leaned back and opened my mouth. I don't know if it was because Mike was watching or that Tod was horny, but he drove his cock right down my throat on the first thrust and started pumping away, ramming it all the way in each time. He pumped fast and furiously, each time burying his cock deep into my throat. When he seemed to pause for a second, resting his cock on my lips, I managed to get a deep breath of air which I found out I really needed.
No sooner after getting the air down, did Tod lean foward and bury his cock into me. For three or four seconds Tod remained still, tightly pressing his body against my face while I too sat motionless, feeling his body pinning my head against the couch, his swollen cock driven through my mouth and throat, impaling itself deep within me, completely dominating me, making me sure I understood what I was. And I did. I am a person who let's people use me, willingly. Right now I feel Tod's cock jammed into my throat and I'm being pressed against the couch, not moving, not struggling, in fact just laying still letting it happen, so willingly being turned on waiting for more. Perfect.
Tod pulled back slightly, keeping his cock in my throat, and started pumping. Pulling back until his cock nearly left my throat, he would then push it, no ram it all the way in, pull back an inch or so and then pump his hips foward and slam his body against my face as his cock drove deeper.
Mike leaned foward, watching Tod's furious pounding. Tod had done this before, in fact he did it nearly every time, it turned us both on when he pounded away at me like that. But this time, it wasn't just the sluty feeling of being used and the feeling of his cock pounding into me that was turning me on. Mike was there too, watching, and that turned me on.
I like letting myself be used and having someone watch, I thought. I always liked the feeling I got from being with somone and thinking about how we both knew I was the sucker or whatever. Another person with us intensified that feeling. I realized I liked having other people there and it was much more of a turn on to be the sucker for more than one person.
After Tod and I completed our demonstration of fucking and sucking to Mike, he left thanking us and saying how much he liked watching us.
A few days later Mike and I went to watch a baseball game. Our car was parked six or seven blocks from the park on some side street. When we got to the car we decided to look for a bar and kill some time until traffic died down, so off we went down the street. Off to the right across the street, Mike noticed a sign that looked like a bar so we headed for it. When we got there the sign read 'Back Street Club' that hung over a door. What the hell we decided, and went in. We found ourselves in a dark room with tables and chairs scattered about, a curtain hanging in front of what appeared to be a small stage and a bar at the far wall, so we walked over and sat down.
There were half a dozen men at the bar drinking we noticed, all black men. The bartender too was black and immediately came to us.
"It's a private club." he said to us. "But you can stay and drink, nobody will mind."
We ordered a drink and sat talking, keeping to ourselves. After awhile Mike and I went to take a piss.
"That was quite the show you put on with Tod." Mike said as we stood next to each other at the urinal.
"You know," I said to him, "with you there watching it was a show, and it really turned me on being watched."
"Feel a little slutier!" he said chuckling and smiling.
"A whole lot sluttier." I replied. "I always liked letting someone face fuck me with their cock, but having someone watch was fucking incredible. Imagine how I'd feel doing it with a crowd watching."
As we left the bathroom I noticed we weren't alone, someone was in the stall beside us. Fuck it, I thought, he doesn't know who we are.
A little while later I had to piss again so I left Mike at the bar and headed for the men's room. As I stood pissing two men came in and went to the urinals on both sides of me. They were two tall black men I'd seen at the bar. Just as I was about to zip up, one turned and said, "We got a small room with a stage here." looking at me.
"You do." I said politely.
"The lights will be bright and you won't see anybody but everyone will see you. Twenty or more." he went on.
I looked at him a little surprised, then felt a rush as I thought about what he said. "When." I asked.
"Now." he answered. "Don't worry about your friend, we'll make an excuse. Follow us."
They led me through a door and down the hall, then as we turned I found myself standing behind a small stage with a curtain drawn in front of it.
"I like sitting with my head against something while someone pushes their cock in and out of my mouth." I told them.
A small sofa was quickly placed on the stage and I went and sat in position.
"We'll turn on the lights and pull back the curtain." one said. "Just have a good time."
Bright lights were turned on and shined down on the stage from all directions. Then the curtain was drawn back and I found myself sitting alone on the stage. I was aware of people moving in the darkness that sorrounded me but I couldn't see anyone. Sitting there waiting was turning me on.
A minitue or so later a black man appeared and walked to me, standing towards me and remaining still for a few seconds. Now I really was getting turned on. I watched as he took off his clothes in front of me and moved over me, legs to my sides and his long black cock dangling at my face. My mouth opened as he bent over me and I felt his cock slide into my mouth. As I sat there, feeling his cock swell and push it's way into my throat, I thought about what I was doing. I'm on stage with some black man letting him pump his cock in and out of my throat while a crowd watches, I thought. What a fucking turn on.
For two hours or so, I guessed, I sat on the stage feeling cock push in and out of my throat, pausing now and again to ask them to fuck me harder. I had lost count of how many men fucked me, at least eight, all black and most with big cocks. They came down my throat and in my mouth, on my face too, it was great. I really loved being on stage and being a slut for men I never met.
Finally the curtain was drawn, I cleaned up and was taken back to the bathroom. When I got back to the bar, Mike was waiting and acted like he knew I would be away awhile and now I was back. We had a couple more drinks then decided to leave. As we crossed the room and headed for the door, I noticed someone get up and pull a curtain back. The curtain was concealing a small stage in the room we'd been sitting in. Stopping, I looked over and as the curtain was pulled back, I saw the couch where I'd sat and been fucked. It was then that I realized I had put on a show here where Mike sat at the bar, obviously watching me. Funny how when I came back everyone acted as if they had never seen me before, yet they all had seen me and knew what I was. It turned me on thinking about it.
Once a week I make a point of dropping in for a drink at the club. Everyone is so natural there. Makes you feel comfortable.