It feels great riding down the road holding on to one hot man. The night begins to settle in. Unlike last night, there is not a cloud in the sky. The unrestricted moon is beginning to rise. It looks brighter than I have ever seen it.
The bike cuts the warm clean air, causing wind to wrap around Joe's torso as he rides down the road. I get air whipped from both sides. Every once in a while the air carries the smell of Joe's natural musk.
My hands roam over his open vested torso and down to his cock exposed by his motorcycle chaps. It is soft and mushy. Sticking my finger in his foreskin to play with his still moist cock head, I know it is still sensitive.
Joe reaches down and pulls my hand away, and turns his head slightly and shouts at me, "The last thing you want to do while riding a motorcycle is make the one who steers shutter by rubbing his stick." He takes my hand up to his mouth and licks it clean.
We near the rest area, and something is significantly different. While the numerous signs still announce that the rest area is closed, a lot of them are obscured by a row of semis lining up along side the road. They appear to be parked for the night. Three or four can be seen the highway.
Riding the curve into the parking lot, the semis line the side of the off ramp. The restroom is completely blocked by two complete rows of semis. I can hear Joe say to himself, "Holy fuck." There must be thirty to forty semis parked here.
It is quite impressive. Joe maneuvers through the parked trucks and pulls up to the car parking spaces near the bathroom.
A few drivers walk by us towards the bushes--the moonlight lighting the way.
Everything that was this place last night is gone. Emptiness is replaced by masculinity. Darkness is replaced by sexuality. Loneliness is replaced by anonymity. And the rain is replaced by testosterone. Lots and lots of testosterone.
Joe parks his bike. Besides a car and another bike, just a few cars in total, yet all the other vehicles here are semis.
"I have never seen this place so packed."
"They are all here for sex?"
"I should hope so." Joe turns around looking at everything in amazement. Men walk into the bushes. Three men are fucking on the picnic table, the same one I was fisted on last night. The hand dryer in the restroom can be heard. A newly arriving driver walks by in a jockstrap. He nods to Joe.
Joe stops looking around and instead focuses on one of the semis.
"What do you see?"
"That's one of my company's trucks!" He points to the one on the far end. "Oh shit! I really don't need to seen here."
It surprises me that Joe is reacting this way. But, this sex life of his is hidden to his wife, so it does make sense.
"I don't want to think about it. I need to piss." He walks to the bathroom, and I follow out of instinct.
I cannot believe the amount of men running around naked, nearly naked, or about to be naked.
We walk into the bathroom and Joe goes to the urinal. A large man in his early fifties comes around from the back stall. He has a black marker with him.
He sees Joe. "Joe! Joe Ventura!"
Joe fearfully turns to look at him. The man wears a tank top and shorts that were designed to accommodate his belly, but they fail at their design. His belly barely hangs out the bottom of the top.
Joe's face turns to recognition, "Wes!" After finishing pissing Joe walks up to him. The two hug. Joe looks back at me. "Don!" I approach the two men. "Don, this is Wes. I have known him for ten years, we met here actually."
Wes points in the direction of the bushes. "Actually over there. The best piece of ass here."
"He would fuck me every Tuesday, when we would pass each other's route. That lasted for about five or six years." Joe shifts his attention back to Wes. "How have you been?"
"Good. Still with Ruth. I changed companies a couple of years ago. They were cutting back my routes. I followed your lead to your outfit."
"Is that your tractor on the end?"
"Yeah."
Joe lets out a sigh of relief. "Good, I wasn't ready to meet another company driver tonight."
"I'm pretty much local now. But when I read from Randy that this place would be hopping tonight, I traded to get this overnight route. Damn! I have never seen it like this."
"No shit! I was writing on the walls here to tell the guys where to go."
I look at the wall above the urinal. It says, "The orgy is in the bushes to the left." This must be the same thing he wrote in the stalls.
Wes explains, "Some of the guys were asking where the action is. I figure I would help them out."
"Well I don't think they need help finding their way. You heading over to the bushes?"
"Probably not. I was back there and oh man. But you know that I tend to like the young ones." He looks at me. "Hello Don."
I correct him, "It's actually Dan."
Joe adds in, "I thought it was Don. Maybe it should be. And you know you should be naked." Now he's giving me orders.
"No, it's Dan" is my way of challenging him as I strip.
Wes asks Joe, "How long have you known him?" He smiles at me, exposing his white teeth under a perfectly trimmed moustache. I have never seen a mustache so perfectly symmetrical; each side's hairs flow towards their respective corners of the mouth. A small part in the middle separates the two mirror images.
"Met him here last night. He licked my asshole clean when they didn't have TP."
"They still don't. I have a roll in the cab."
"Well Dan here will clean your ass."
Not again.
"Is that why he has `Toilet' written across his forehead?" He holds up the marker in his hand. "I can easily add to that."
Joe ignores him, but adds, "He does it all, piss, cum, shit."
"Well damn! I just sent a loaf down the pipe." Gross. "I would have gladly have used you if I had known. But a little tongue action would be great about now." I don't want to do him, I want to go into the bushes and see all the truckers going at it and be a part of it.
Joe looks at me. "That will give me the opportunity to call Sgt Tate to see where he is. He was supposed to be here now."
I ask, "You have his number?"
"Of course I do, don't you?" I know I shouldn't give him my answer. He signals with a nod for me to go with Wes.
Leaving with him we walk towards the semi, with me a few steps behind Wes. He opens up the driver's door. "Welcome to the Shaggin' Wagon! Here you go up first." I start to climb up. This will be the first time I am in the cab of a semi. "Well let me help you up in there."
With one hand, he cups my ass; his middle and ring finger find my crack. In the next second the two fingers are buried deep in my hole.
"Damn this is one loose hole!"
"Sorry, I've been fucked by a lot of men today."
"I can see that." With his free hand he swats my ass. "Get in there."
His fingers dislodge from my ass as I climb into the driver's seat. It is quite compact inside. I stand in the middle between the two seats and look at him climbing in.
"Back up." I take a step back towards the bunk. In the bunk is a sleeping man. He is wearing only a T-Shirt. He has a meaty ass that has a lot of hair emanating from his crack culminating in a thick patch at the base of his spine. At the base of his neck he has hair parted in the middle creeping over the neck of his shirt. "He has a great ass. But he's asleep. Don't wake him. Get on your knees and open your fucking toilet mouth."
I do as instructed. He stands with his ass towards me. It is large. He drops his pants and his ass crack stares at me in the face. Leaning over the dash, his ass is an inch from my nose. It isn't hairy, and it is not very appealing. I stick my tongue in to start cleaning up.
Coincidentally, at the same time, both Wes and the man behind me moan. I pay no attention to the moaning sleeping driver, as my tongue cleans up the mess presented me, taking twice as long as I did for Sgt Tate due to the amount of mess. As I near being finished, the sleeping driver awakens. "Can you turn off the dome light?"
Wes speaks to him, "We are here at the rest area."
He yawns. "Cool. Are there any guys?"
"The lot is packed!"
"Really? I need to get in the action." I want to go too. "But I've got to piss one hell of a piss."
"The boy eating my ass has the word `Toilet' on his forehead. He'll drink it. Won't you boy?"
I gladly pull my face out of his ass. I turn to him. "Gladly." The man is a handsome man, about thirty or so. My mouth consumes his cock.
He continues to talk to Wes, "You going into the bushes?" The piss flow begins. Fortunately it washes away the foul taste.
"Not yet. I want to fuck this boy's cute little ass first." I see him out of the corner of my eye. He has reached into his portable refrigerator for a long plastic container, similar in size to a toothbrush holder. He removes the end and takes out a syringe.
Oh no, is he going to drug me? I have read on the internet about truck drivers who abduct men at rest areas and sell them into slavery. I will get up and leave as soon as this guy finishes. If they do something, I will scream for Joe.
The man finishes pissing in my mouth, and pulls out his cock. "Kid, thanks. I'm going to go check things out."
Wes, while taping the syringe, looks at the man. "Looking like that?" He refers to the man's nakedness.
"I am not the only one. Look." While I can't see from my perspective both Wes and the man look out. "Damn, tonight I am going to get fucked! Fucking A!" The man shoves me aside so that he can get out.
"I'll be out shortly." Well it doesn't sound like I am going to be abducted. Looking down at me Wes asks, "Have you ever seen a guy do this?"
"Do what?"
Wes grabs his dick and shoves the needle into his dick meat near the base. "It's Trimix. It's much better than Viagra. Faster too." He pushes the plunger in. After a ten second hold, he takes out the needle.
I stare at his cock. It starts to get hard, and not just hard but rock hard. It points proudly out and then curves upward.
"Ain't it somthin'? Why don't you suck on it a little while it really hardens up?"
I start sucking on the inflating piece of meat. The curve upward is difficult to accommodate in my mouth. It wants to go up when my throat wants it to go down. Holding my head he begins to fuck then slam fuck my head. His large stomach hits my forehead while his balls slam onto my chin.
As quickly as he fucks me, he pulls out. "Well your mouth is not working at the moment. Let's hope your ass is better. Stand up."
I stand up. He bends me over the dash. I can see out. A number of men look up at us. With the dome light still shining on us both, we are front and center.
I see Sgt Tate is watching with Randy and Joe. The men at the picnic table also look at us.
Wes slams his steel hard cock into my ass and immediately starts fucking me with the same intensity as he did with my mouth. I scream out, tensing my body upward. I can barely keep still. Not only am I coping with what feels like my asshole being pulled inside, but I have this incredible intense feeling that I will either piss or cum at any moment.
"I have to go and piss."
"No you don't. Just ride it out." He slams into me with his full weight, only to pull me back. My body is completely a rag doll to him. It is hard for my head to remain motionless enough to see anyone in particular out there. But I do.
I look at Sgt Tate, Joe, and Randy looking at me and laughing at me. Sgt Tate looks so good in his jockstrap and tight Marine tank top. A cigar hangs out of his mouth.
Damn! It feels like a steel rod is being shoved up my ass. That damn cock of his is hitting something inside that is painfully pleasurable.
For the first time in a long time, I can feel my cock; I notice it. It is very wet. I reach down and run my finger along side the slit in the tube. It is too thick to be piss. It is pre-cum. I have never had this much before.
My body quivers with every thrust. Wes slams into me with more intensity and frequency. He is getting ready to cum.
He starts slapping my ass. "You ready boy? You ready? Here it comes!"
He pulls me back onto his cock; it goes in deep. I feel his cock pulsate, unloading what feels like a large load in me.
Pulling out, Wes takes a step back to sit on the lower bunk. He slowly but loudly exhales. His voice changes into an authoritative tone. "Get the fuck out of my cab." I am shocked. "I said, `Get the fuck out of my cab.'"
He doesn't wait for me. Shoving me aside and reaching over, he opens the passenger side door. He firmly shoves me. I lose my balance and fly towards the door. It is a good four or five feet down.
The door handle is the only thing that saves me from completely falling out. I hang on to it as the rest of my body pours from the cab.
Now hanging merely a foot or two from the ground, I just let my self go. I land on the pavement.
After slamming the door shut, I stagger towards Sgt Tate, who has an enormous grin. Joe and Randy smile too.
Sgt Tate looks at me and says, "Damn boy you are as fucked up as a chicken noodle soup sandwich."
Joe pipes in, "Did he fuck you good?"
"Yes. He sure did . . ."
Sgt Tate slaps the back of my head. "Bitch, you address every man here with respect, or I'm gonna kick you in the armpit so hard you will never smell again."
I look down in submission. "I'm sorry Sir."
Sgt Tate quickly responds, "We don't need to hear your blather about your status in life. He asked if you got fucked and good. It's a simple question; it aint rocket gynecology."
"Yes, Sir." I look at Joe, "He fucked me real good."
"And turned on you as cold as ice when he was done?"
"Yes Sir."
"I see that Wes hasn't changed. He's a hot fucker. His dick was always hard as steel, all the time."
I break my submissive pose to look up at Joe, "He injected it Sir."
Both Sgt Tate and Joe say in unison, "What?"
"He injected himself with something called Trimix. It's kinda like Viagra. Sir."
Sgt Tate's lip twitches. "Injected?"
"Yes Sir. He shoved the needle into his cock and injected the stuff directly into it."
Sgt Tate does something I never thought I would have seen him do. He winces. Not a dramatic wince like Joe does, grabbing his crotch and mouthing "Ow." No, his face tremors. I can see him try to regain his composure to hide his dissatisfaction, but to no avail. He shutters once again.
Joe asks, "How can a man shove a needle into his own cock?"
Randy offers, "It happens more often than you think. Many guys use the stuff. It gets you rock hard and pretty fast too."
Sgt Tate ends the discussion with, "Let's stop this shit talk. Now boys, let's get your asses filled with cock." Those words bring a smile. I don't know what to expect back there, but I know it's bound to be good.
Joe and Randy strip off their clothes. I thought that Joe would wear his chaps into the bushes, but he stores them in his saddlebags.
Randy grabs Joe's ass as he walks by on his way to handing something to Sgt Tate. They walk ahead, while I am with Sgt Tate. Their two asses are beautiful.
"Boy you make me proud. Not many boys could put up with what I do. Here's your reward. I don't give out many rewards, but you've earned it. So don't fuck it up. I don't know how one can fuck up an orgy, but knowing you, you will find a way. But always remember that I own your sorry ass." With that statement he holds up a leather collar that goes around my neck. This is the object that Randy passed to him.
We walk back into the bushes. The full moon provides just enough light to see where to go, but not enough to fully make out what is in front of us. Having spent three or four hours here earlier, I know the general lay out.
Earlier today there were about a dozen men back here at any given time. Now I can't count. There are well over a dozen or two. Panning from left to right I see naked men in small groups going at it. There are easily ten groups. Everything is being used, the picnic table, the couch, the makeshift rimseat, and the mattresses.
The mattresses are covered in men. They form a pile of naked, sweaty, uninhibited masculinity. The pure surround sound of moaning adds to the occasional slapping of skin-to-skin making the darkness come alive.
Sgt Tate shoves me towards the mattress. "Go on boy." I get on my knees on the edge. From what little I can see, there are four men directly in front of me. The only recognizable body part is an ass. I do not need to be told what to do to an ass.
My face gets buried in the crack, by Sarge's firm hand. Sgt Tate's laughter is recognized but barely heard. The ass pushes back on my face. My tongue finds his asshole and immediately starts tongue fucking him. The hand still holds my head in place. I cannot pull away.
A hand brushes against my side making its way towards my cock. I lift my leg to allow it. The hand reaches my cock only to find the cock tube, which I forgot about. The hand moves to my balls. It doesn't last long before journeying to my hole. Moving my lower torso to be more accommodating, the hand shoves two or three fingers inside.
The hand holding my head in place let's go. I pull out of the ass to take a good breath. The ass moves away onto another person. I see a cock belonging to a guy lying on the mattress. Another man lying across his face obscures his cock owner's head. I start sucking on it. It tastes of shit. I don't care.
The fingers are removed from my ass, only to be replaced by a cock, probably by the cock of the man who owned the fingers. He shoves it in. Wes's load is still in me and acts as lube.
The man I am blowing has just cum in an ass. I can taste the ass and some lingering cum emanating from his piss slit. My tongue flickers across his head. His body shakes with aftershocks caused by my attention to his slit. He thrashes around and manages to sit up after pushing the covering body off of him. "Dude, stop." I don't. "No, I have to piss."
I pull up and say in his direction, "Let me drink it." He pauses and then pushed my head down. He lies back on the mattress.
The hand of my fucker smacks my ass. "Fuck yeah!" He must have heard my conversation.
Piss flows into my mouth and I drink as fast as I can. I moan to let him know that I am enjoying it.
"Drink that mother fucking piss!" The flow dwindles down. "Ok! Ok!" I know that I need to pull off of him. Lifting up, the man gets up. He walks out. I would have like to have seen what he looks like, but the man who is fucking me flips me over on my back. He lifts up my legs in order to reposition his cock. He begins fucking again.
He leans forward. I can feel his chest. It isn't fat, but it isn't muscular. No hair on it either.
He lays on me to kiss me. My lips touch his bushy beard and stache. His tongue invades my mouth, sucking at the same time. Pulling off he tells me, "Damn that piss tastes good."
He fucks and kisses me for a few minutes. The pace picks up. "You want to be fed or bred?" I don't understand his question. But after thinking about it for a few seconds, I realize that he is asking where to put his load.
I tell him, "Fed. I want it in my mouth."
"Too fucking late." He howls and dumps his load in my ass. After his breathing slows, "You will get my piss load on your face though."
He pulls out and stands up. I cannot put my legs down as they rest on his thighs. He starts pissing and it lands on my chest. I tell him, "Higher." He repositions the flow directly on my nose. A quick shift of my head and I am once again drinking piss.
With my legs in the air, my ass is open wide. I fart, but I can feel bubbles of cum come from my ass. I cannot stop my cum farts, nor can I make them quiet.
A mysterious tongue laps it up. It feels good to be rimmed. My asshole opens up to offer my rimmer the taste of a number of men. He doesn't care who the come came from, and neither do I.
The piss stops and I finish swallowing.
A knee hits my shoulder on my left. "Sorry" the man offers. His voice is incredibly deep. I reach up his hairy thigh looking for his cock. I find it, and it is a heavy piece of meat. I can barely wrap my hands around it.
I guide it to my mouth. "I hope you can take it. Once I get started, I don't like to stop."
I put my lips around the massive head. That is all he needs and proceeds to start fucking my face.
"Open up, I want to go deep."
My rimmer continues eating my ass with my legs suspended in the air. This is not a good position for my legs or my throat. I flip over to be on all fours. The moon lights the man with the massive cock.
His chest is huge with giant nipples. While not covered in hair like Sgt Tate, he does have hair on his pecs and a trail leading to his cock. I don't get a good look at his face other than to notice a thick moustache.
His nipples are easily silver dollar size. I lean over to lick them.
"I told you that I wanted to go deep. Not to lick my tits."
A giant paw comes from my right onto my neck. I am being pushed down to his cock. I look up to see the man working both nipples. I do not know whose paw pushed me down.
The rimmer stops abruptly for no reason. I can feel a breeze across my hole only to be followed by a cockhead. A pair of large hands grips my waste, probably belonging to the man who pushed my head down. He's also probably my soon to be fucker. The cock goes in and it is quite large about the size of Sgt Tate.
The meaty cock brushes against my lips. I open my mouth and my throat and wait. It doesn't take long for both to be filled. He grabs my head and fucks hard. The man at my ass also fucks with force. I am in utter heaven.
The man at my ass slaps it repeatedly. The man fucking my mouth holds my head with one hand. I reach up with my right hand to feel his body. It moves front and back.
Out of my periphery I see a man straddling my torso. My face fucker is blowing him.
My one had roams his body. This is a big man.
I hear the man straddling my torso say, "I'm close."
Someone, I don't know who, says "Give it to the faggot."
The straddler moans loudly. With the meaty cock still in my throat, my collar pulls me up. The straddler shoves his cock in my mouth dumping a load on my tongue.
My fucker slaps my ass. "Atta boy!" The voice is familiar. Looking behind me, I see Sgt Tate at my ass. My straddler walks off. Sgt Tate shoves my head back to the meaty cock. "Get back to work bitch; you ain't done yet." Sgt Tate addresses my face fucker, "You want a piece of her ass?"
"Yeah."
Upon a nudge from Sgt Tate, I spin around to accommodate, but as I do my face fucker lays down on the mattress. I climb on his body and straddle his torso. He spreads my cheeks with his hands as his cock slides nicely into my hole.
Sgt Tate slaps my face with his cock. I look up at him looking down and smile. I hope he sees it. I think he does because he pats my head before he starts fucking my throat.
The fucker below me reaches up towards Tate's ass. That is all the signal Sgt Tate needs. He sits on the man's face. I continue to blow him as he settles his ass on the man's tongue.
Surprisingly, after a minute or so, Sgt Tate gets up off the man's face and pulls out of my mouth. Once again, Sgt Tate's hand guides my head. This time it's to the man's face. I kiss the mustached man. I can taste Sgt Tate's ass on his stache. We kiss. "Hold him in place." Sgt Tate gives the command. I feel arms firmly wrapping around my torso.
Sgt Tate rubs his hand on my well-stretched asshole. The man doesn't stop fucking me. I then feel a blunt soft object at my hole right next to the man's meaty cock. It's Sgt Tate's cock. He starts pushing. He's going to stick his cock in my ass too! I have seen pics on the internet of guys with two cocks in their holes, but I thought that it was digitally altered.
Sgt Tate's cock head slowly pushes past my ass ring. The other man says, "Now that's a tight hole!"
I shout out, "Ow! Take it out!"
Sgt Tate responds quickly, "Boy, you are here for your ass--not for your conversation, so shut the fuck up." He continues to push. "Focus on our cocks.
A cock is waived in my face. I instinctively start sucking. It is a small cock. Having three cocks in me with one being Sgt Tate feels so right. I know he loves this and wants this. I am glad that I could do this for him.
But damn! Two cocks are stretching my ass. I don't know how they don't fall out, yet they move in rhythm. It is easier to take. I don't even try to squeeze and relax my hole to provide them with a tight hole. It is tight, even in its relaxed state.
I am excited to take them, but the pain is unbelievable. It feels like when I got fisted here last night. Three nights and three completely different sensations. Tonight it is all about sex with the most number of men. Last night is the opposite: one man basically fisted me. I eat shit the night before that. Last week I was dreading this trip. That is all so long ago.
The man sharing my ass with Sgt Tate starts grunting. "I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cum! Here it cums! Fuck yeah! Fuck!" The man in my mouth explodes. Some of it drops out onto the mustache below as the cock slides out of my mouth. "Here it comes! Ah! Ah! Ah! AAAHHHHHH!"
Sgt Tate adds, "Now that feels great!"
I swallow the load in my mouth before I bend over to collect the fallen load in his mustaches. He laughs as I lick his hairs.
"I need to get up."
I lift my body up only to have both cocks flop out. I immediately go down on Sgt Tate's cock to clean it up. But I also feel the need to clean up the other cock. Both cocks taste of cum. The man gets up and stands next to Sgt Tate.
His ass is inches from my face. I bury my face in there. He starts to laugh. "If I knew that you wanted my ass, you could have licked it before hand, but I have to get going. I need to be up early." With that he is gone.
Sgt Tate leans over to say, "I'll be back to check in on you later." He pushes me back into the pile of men.
For the next few hours I suck countless number of cocks, eat several asses, been fucked by all sizes of cocks, and have loads upon loads upon loads of cum in both holes.
While in the heap, I unknowingly rim Joe's ass. I don't even know it until he stands up and I see him in the moonlight.
I cannot say how many men I have blown, or how many men have fucked me. It is one giant blur of sex and pleasure. I wish I can be here forever, but I know I cannot. I wish this were closer to home; I would be here every weekend. I know tonight is something different, but to suck on men--real men--to enjoy their bodies and everything that is masculine, and to be around men who want me seems like everything I want from sex.
I could move here, nearby. But I would probably be here all the time. I wonder if Randy would hire me to work in his store.
"Boy." Sgt Tate's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "When you get done with that cock, come to the picnic table by the restroom."
I mouth "Yes Sir" but the cock fucking my face muffles it. I take a few minutes to get the man's cum and piss into my throat.
I stand up, and oh man! I am sore. My body has not been vertical since I arrived in this pile of men. I begin to walk, but walking becomes staggering.
I walk towards Sgt Tate and Joe sitting at the picnic table with Wes and another guy, all but Wes are naked. Wes wears the shorts and top from before. They appear to laughing and having a good time.
As I walk, I cannot control my ass from once again farting cum bubbles. I am so gassy, must have been the cocks acting like a piston in my hole.
Sgt Tate looks at me and states, "You look like a retard rimming a doorknob, and not even doing that right." The other men laugh at me. I want to go back to the orgy. "Boy, my dick needs cleaning."
Joe, sitting across from Sgt Tate, gets up so that I can crawl under the picnic table. Sgt Tate's shakes his cock in my direction. It is hard. Taking it into my mouth, I taste the ass of the last man he fucked whoever that is.
The fourth guy--the unknown one--who is sitting next to Sgt Tate, watches me blowing him. "Damn, you got him trained."
"Damn right."
"He doesn't care if you have shit on your cock."
"He better not."
"Damn he seems to like what he's doing."
Joe interjects, "Um, stop beating around the bush. Do you want him to clean you up your cock too?"
The man says, "Well, yeah."
Sgt Tate responds with, "Damn, nothing like beating around the pubes. Has anyone ever mistaken you for a man with balls?" He looks down at me. "Bitch, go between his legs and tell me if he has balls." He kicks me.
I crawl over in between the man's naked legs. I see his tiny cock and big balls. I start to suck on his shaft, cleaning up a small mess.
Sgt Tate barks, "Faggot, I have come to the conclusion that you really suck at life."
I pull off the man's cock and look up at Sgt Tate. "Sir?"
"I asked you to tell me if he has balls, does he?"
I feel embarrassed. I meekly respond, "Yes Sir."
"Say that again faggot?"
"Yes Sir! He has two balls."
"That's better. Keep in mind I don't speak shithead." I look at him, and he looks at me waiting for me to do something. "What the fuck? Do I need to send you an e-mail with instructions on where to find his cock? Next you will probably want a diagram for blowing a cock."
I dive back into sucking. His cock isn't that big, and it makes me wonder how he fucks at all.
Sgt Tate asks either Joe or Wes, "You need your cock cleaned?"
Wes responds, "No, I cleaned up after I fucked him earlier."
Joe asks, "You haven't fucked anything since then?"
"No, I needed to take a nap, I have been up for twenty-two hours. If it wasn't for the Trimix, I couldn't even get it up. I'm going into the pile asses over there in a few minutes."
"You still hard?"
"Yeah. I'll be for another hour or so. This shit works."
"But how can you shoot up your cock?"
"Easy."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sgt Tate wince again. He must have a thing against needles. I find that very interesting that a big man has this phobia. And not just a big man, but the meanest, toughest, hardest, fucking US Marine.
Sgt Tate changes the subject. "Joe do you or do you not need your cock cleaned?"
"No, I don't fuck."
The man I am blowing pipes in, "That's hard to believe, a big guy like you with that huge dick."
"I know, but I would rather get my ass fucked. My cock is for real pussy, and my pussy is for real cock."
Wes adds, "Well I see nothing has changed."
Joe laughs. "Hey, I love getting fucked. But if you are offering his services, I have an ass full of cum that I can feed him."
Sgt Tate stands up, "Fuck yeah! Faggot! Get out from under there."
The man I am blowing protests, "He's not done yet."
"You don't have much cock there. . . . He's done."
I crawl out from under the table.
Wes gets up, "Well I think it's time for some serious fucking. Tate, it was a pleasure. Joe, don't keep that ass a stranger." He walks off towards the bushes.
Sgt Tate points to the concrete at the foot of the table. "Lie there." I lay down on the hard concrete. "Joe, bend over here." Joe straddles my head. I see his cock dangling down at me. He bends over the table. "Now shit that shit out." He kicks me on the side. "Open up your mouth."
I open. I can see Joes crack illuminated by the argon lamp. His hairy crack parts, and I can see his asshole flair out.
A big glob of cum rolls out, down his crack and onto his taint. His asshole retracts. The cum rolls down to his balls before dropping into the air towards me. It lands on my left eyebrow. His asshole pushes out another cum drop. I reposition my self to where I think it will land.
The cum glob runs the same path as the first one.
"Get this one in your mouth bitch!"
"Yes Sir." I no sooner finish saying this as the cum is half way to my face. It lands on my chin.
"Damn it boy! You know I called the Psychic Friends Network last week and Dionne Warwick personally told me that you would fuck this up." I look at him leering down at me. "Damn you made all the angels in heaven vomit with how pathetic that was. Now you just lay there. I will be right back. Joe, at ease."
Sgt Tate storms off. Joe stands up and looks down at me. "Damn boy, you do look fucked up." Stooping down to me he adds "Let me help you with that." He scoops the cum off of my chin and forehead with his finger, only to stick it in my mouth. After my mouth cleans his finger, he sucks on it himself. "My ass tastes good."
He gets up at the same time that Sgt Tate returns with a funnel.
"Open up." I open up my mouth knowing what he is going to do, and he does. The rather wide spout goes into my mouth. "Get back into position, and feed him."
Joe once again straddles me. I no longer see his ass, as the funnel blocks my view, but after a few farting sounds, I start to taste cum.
A few cheers encourage me to swallow. Joe feeds me cum over the next few minutes. I hear Sgt Tate say, "Anyone else got an ass full that they want to empty?"
A man approaches. It is a sexy driver with a bushy goatee and a baldhead. The only piece of clothing he wears is his shirt, completely unbuttoned, showing off his hairy torso. "Well it says on your forehead you are a toilet." He turns and squats over the funnel--his beautiful ass opens up before being obscured again by the funnel. "And I was going to empty my cum filled ass into the toilet."
Sgt Tate responds, "Well now you can do it out here."
I feel ass slime and cum pour into my mouth, burning a little bit. I can definitely taste cum and ass at the same time. It fills my mouth with a mixture of vile but wonderful flavors. After a minute he finishes and leaves.
Another man stops by to piss into my mouth, only to move on before I can see him.
I hear Joe in the background. His voice gets louder as he approaches with another man. They sound like they have known each other for some time.
"This is the toilet."
"Yeah, I pissed in him when I woke up. He was eating Wes's ass." It is Wes's co-driver.
"He's done a lot worse than that tonight."
"Doesn't surprise me. Cute butt on him."
"Did you get fucked back there?"
"Oh god did I ever."
"How many loads up the ass?"
"I don't remember."
"You going to drive with them in your ass?"
"Naa, when I do that, they leak out and it's a mess. I was going to go drop them into the shitter."
"No, need to. The toilet is right here."
"He'll eat my ass?"
"And lick it spotless." I love that they are talking about me as if I was nothing. I also hate it too. I love that they are controlling the situation, but I hate that I have no say. This is fucked up. No, I am fucked up.
"I think I'll use the porcelain one. Sorry."
"The porcelain one won't lick you clean." His pace of his voice changes as if to throw on an afterthought. "Besides there is no toilet paper. That's how I met him; he offered to clean my ass. Do it."
"Do I have to use the funnel or can I do it directly into his mouth?"
"Any way you would like." Sgt Tate joins the conversation. "If you want his mouth lips on your ass lips, just squat away."
The funnel is yanked out of my mouth. I see Sgt Tate, Joe, and the man from Wes's truck. Sgt Tate stands straddling above my crotch, pointing to my face.
"Take a seat." Wes's co-worker walks up to me. I remember his cock, even though I barely saw it. I definitely recognize his ass. He squats over me. "Go ahead sit on her face. She can handle it."
His asshole lands directly on my lips. My tongue probes around the swollen opening. The taste is ass, musky ass. I don't taste cum at all. After his first wet fart, cum is all I taste. It fills my mouth.
"You have a nice cock there, Sarge."
"I'm waving my dick in your face expecting a blowjob, not an assessment to its aesthetics."
I can feel by his forward and back rocking on my mouth that he is giving Sgt Tate some head.
More cum fills my mouth. Damn, he must have gotten a dozen guys up there. I hear him gagging and gasping for air. This causes his asshole to tighten up and then relaxes only to tighten up again. I just keep licking, and drink the cum that comes from his hole.
I hear footprints approach, followed by Sgt Tate's Voice, "Randy! I see you survived back there."
"Yes Sir! I never thought being a bottom would hurt so much."
"Apparently not enough."
I cannot see them as both ass cheeks cover my eyes. I have to keep my closed as the ass's hair would go into my eyes. As it is, it is very difficult to breathe with his ass hairs tickling my nose.
"Randy, go to the truck." The man farts again, but this time it is more air than cum. But still, some cum goes into my mouth. I return to licking his asshole. It is a lot softer than some of the guys I ate in the bushes.
I hear footsteps getting closer. They seem to be running up. Randy returns rather quickly. "Here it is Sir."
Sgt Tate commands. "Get off the pot."
The man gets up. His ass going up is just as hot as it is going down. I see Sgt Tate, Randy, and Joe all looking down at me. Sgt Tate has what looks like a stool in his hand. It has a toilet seat on one side, so it must be a rimseat. But, it isn't like the rimseat I was under at Randy's shop. Instead of four support legs, this one has eight, creating a look and spacing of jail cell bars. There is what looks like a thick padded base to it, obviously to rest a head.
Sgt Tate moves to my head and places it inside the cage. There are two eyebolts in each of the front bars. Using two D hooks, my collar is attached to the sides. I cannot pull out of the head cage if I tried. The padding for my head is quite comfortable; it also elevates my head from the ground by a few inches.
"Boys, who wants to go first? Randy, your ass is full. Have a seat."
This is the second time I have been under a rimseat, and both times it has been for Randy. He sits and I remember his asshole. My tongue goes directly into his ass. He is full all right. My mouth is full of the white nectar in no time. I lick, I swallow, and I go searching for more.
I lick Randy's hole for a good five minutes or so when Joe replaces Randy. Since I had already had some of the cum from Joe's ass, getting the cum from in him is much shorter than Randy. So I take a few moments to enjoy eating his ass.
He gets up, but only to come down and kiss me through the toilet seat top. I give him some of the cum that was up his own ass.
Sgt Tate interrupts our kiss. "All Right! All Right! Get up. I need to get my ass cleaned as well."
Finally I get to eat Sgt Tate's ass as he sits on a rim seat. As his ass comes down, I see his asshole. Every time I see his ass and its hole, I am in awe. This man is everything I want in a man right down to his perfectly shaped asshole. His ass sits on the seat and my mouth is perfectly placed to eat that hole. It is musky, but not a slippery swollen mess that the previous three men had.
It is dry, and my tongue is doing everything it can to moisten it.
"Work that tongue in there good, my boy."
`His boy', that feels wonderful. I feel a part of him when he does things like that.
His asshole barely opens up, and my tongue slips in. It's like his asshole is welcoming me in.
He lets go a loud fart. "Sorry boy, that slipped out." The stinky gas fills my mouth. But as quickly as it came the smell dissipates. His asshole constricts.
After a second or two, it relaxes and begins to flair out again. But this time it violently opens wide, and a large turd fills my mouth.
"Ooops, that slipped out too."
I do everything I can to eat it. I can hear some laughter. It could be from Joe, Randy, or the Wes's co-driver.
Before I even swallow, let alone cleaning up Sgt Tate, the Marine stands. Now all four men are looking at me with my mouth open. Surely they can see the shit in my mouth. I am mortified. Randy looks away as if he's going to vomit. Wes's co-driver cannot control his laughter.
Joe looks at me with a hint of disgust. It isn't disgust of what I am doing, but more of that I am allowing it. As the time passes, he doesn't try to hide his disgust. He even looks at Sgt Tate with the same facial expression.
Sgt Tate looks at me with his cold squint. I haven't seen him so cold since he took my virginity. His cheeks tighten as his lips begin to smile, but he never quite allows himself to break the steel look. The moon hovers over his shoulder, just like it did two nights ago.
Joe looks at Sgt Tate, shakes his head behind Tate's back, and walks away.
"Are you going to let that piece of shit sit in your mouth all night, or are you going to eat it?" He hits Wes's co-driver to get his attention, only to point at me, "That's my boy."
I close my mouth and try to swallow as fast as I can, just like I did a couple nights ago. I don't think about it. Chew and swallow fast. But the thought that I am eating shit keeps popping in my head. I cannot begin to describe the gritty texture as it encompasses my tongue. The taste is not like anything I have ever come across. It is very bitter with an acidic kick.
I just want to vomit. I know that if I did, that Sgt Tate would make me clean it up. Instead, he turns from me to show his ass. Once again, it descends on my face.
"You need to finish what you started."
I don't know if that means to lick his ass or finish eating his shit. I swallow all that I can before his ass settles on the seat.
Once again his asshole lines up directly with my mouth. I start licking around his hole. My tongue darts in and out of his hole. A big fart explodes in my face. I know that another turd is waiting for me. But luckily for me, it doesn't come. He stands, looks at me, and winks.
Randy, Joe, and Wes's driver are gone. It is only Tate.
"Here let me wash that down for you." He aims his cock and pisses before he even waits for my response.
I drink his piss. Anything to get this vile taste out of my mouth.
Right now I don't want to be here. Sgt. Tate is cold to me. I want Joe. Joe seems to understand me, understands what I really need.
Sgt Tate shakes the last drops off his dick. "I figure you really needed that. Get up. Time to leave."
I start to get up and realize that I am still attached to the seat. With a quick snap, I free my neck.
I stand. Sgt Tate puts his massive arm around my neck and we walk to his truck. Randy and Joe are standing there. Both are still naked as are Sgt Tate and I.
"Boys, let's take this four-way to the motel."
Joe speaks up, "What?"
"You said earlier that you told your wife that you were going with your other bikers on a ride overnight. Well, they ain't here, so you can come with us."
I look at Joe. He is thinking about this offer. "We all sharing a room?"
"No, I got adjoining rooms for numb nuts here." Sgt Tate refers to Randy. "Or whatever."
"I don't know."
"Your call. I'm going to do some serious fucking either tonight or tomorrow in the morning before shithead and I take off."
"Well, which motel? The Peek's Point Motel?"
Sgt Tate looks at Randy who nods. "Yeah sounds right."
Joe answers, "Let's go. Who am I to say no to three hot men?" He smiles at us.
Sgt Tate smiles "See you there." Randy starts heading to his Jeep. Sgt Tate stops him, "Boy where do you think you are going?"
"I was going over in my Jeep."
"Like hell you are. You had four beers at dinner. You'll ride with us. Get in the truck. We'll bring you back tomorrow morning."
"But, . . ." He doesn't even finish. With a defeated head hung low, he climbs in the packed back seat.
We drive off. Even at this late hour of eleven o'clock, men are still walking around half naked or fully naked. The parking lot has lost a few semis, but for the most part it is still packed.
It takes five minutes to get to the motel. Joe is already there, waiting for us. Damn he looks sexy there on his bike, in a pair of jeans and nothing else.
We walk into the rooms. They are small, each with only one queen sized bed. There is a door between the two rooms.
Sgt Tate resumes his authority. "Alright pussies, get naked." I am the first one naked, as I am wearing only shorts. Randy is next. Sgt Tate throws something at him. "Put that on." It is a chastity device just like mine. "You are done using that thing for the night."
He looks at Joe who responds quickly. "Don't even think that my cock is going in one of those things. I may be one of the world's biggest bottoms, but I am nobody's slave."
"Except your wife." Sgt Tate laughs as he says this.
"Point taken." He looks at Sgt Tate and responds to his dig with, "You don't have to worry about me using my cock. I would never degrade myself and go top." He laughs too, as he says this, just like what was done to him.
With the three of us naked, Sgt Tate takes off his shirt, shoes, and shorts, leaving his dog tags as the only thing he is wearing.
He picks up his clothes. "What is this shit?" Sgt Tate looks at me. I look in his hands at his shorts. Skid marks. Fuck.
He comes over and grinds the shorts in my face. The smell of his shit is fresh, very fresh. He yells through clenched teeth, "There are two ways of doing things, MY way, and AGAIN!"
Pushing me on my ass to the floor and yanking off the offending shorts from my face, he turns to present his ass.
"Whenever you stick your tongue in my ass, it had best be clean when you are done--so clean you could eat off of it."
Reaching behind with both hands he firmly controls my head and pulls it into his ass. He is hunched over allowing me greater tongue access.
"Damn, my back can hold this pose."
He lets go of my head, only to crawl on the bed face down. "This bed feels so good." Spreading his legs and barely exposing his asshole, Sgt Tate's ass looks incredible. I crawl into bed from the foot, kneeling between his legs. I dive into his ass.
He lets out a sigh. "Atta boy! That's what this tired old US Marine needs. You keep that tongue in there. It's been a long day, and I need some attention." His voice rises. "Douchebag and Fuckface! Don't just stand there. I have two feet to worship. Get to it."
Without looking up, just by the movement of Tate's legs around me I can tell that Joe and Randy are rubbing his feet.
"None of you change a damn thing for the next eight hours. Just keep what you are doing."
We don't actually go for eight hours, but significantly less, although it feels like a long time. Sgt Tate starts to roll over onto his back. I hop out off the bed in order to get out of the way.
When he lies on his back, Sgt Tate looks at me and points to the nipple closest to me. I bend over suckling the nub.
"One of you two to my cock and the other to my balls." Randy moves to Sgt Tate's meaty cock on the other side.
Joe starts licking his balls. Only his eyes and forehead are seen from my perspective, kinda like the Kilroy graffiti.
Randy's free hand starts tweaking Sgt Tate's nipple. His head bobs up and down on Tate's fat cock.
Joe's eyes are closed while he is enjoying Tate's balls.
Sgt Tate pushes me down. My face slides down his hairy torso. My mouth lands on the side of the root of his cock. I lick his pubes.
I too reach up to tweak his nipple like Randy is doing on the other side.
Licking upward, Randy takes the head out of his mouth, but still maintains his mouth on the side of the shaft. I start flicking my tongue on his piss slit, before sucking on his head.
Joe licks his way up on the underside to meet me at the head. Our tongues run over each other as we both lick the pre-cum that has began to flow. Joe takes the head in his mouth. I run my tongue up and down the veins on the side. Randy is doing the same. Three men on one cock.
"Oh boys! You are doing this Marine proud!"
I pull away to look at Sgt Tate. His eyes are closed, and he is smiling. He is really enjoying being serviced.
Randy and Joe look like they are kissing each other, but they have Sgt Tate's cock head between them. With my two fingers, I wrap them around the base of his cock and slowly start to jerk.
With his mouth occupied with Randy on Sgt Tate's cock, Joe looks at me. His arm wraps around my head. Pulling me back to the cock head, the three of us touch noses. My tongue goes out to start licking what I can reach. Both Randy and Joe flick their tongues alongside mine over Sgt Tate's cock head and especially his piss slit.
I can really taste the pre cum.
"Oh fuck yeah boys! FUCK YEAH!"
I am still working his one nipple, and Randy's hand must be still working the other. Joe must still be massaging his balls. My index and middle fingers still jack his cock at the base.
I can feel the warm breaths from both Joe and Randy. Our tongues mover continually over the cock head. This is the hardest I have felt Sgt Tate's cock.
I can feel Randy's moustache tickling my one side while Joe's stubble rubs on the other.
"Damn! You boys are getting me close. Don't any of you change one mother fucking thing."
Our collective effort is to get the cock at our center to erupt. We three get closer and closer until we are almost kissing. In order to get this close our foreheads touch, our noses are smushed up against one another, and yet our tongues find where they need to be.
Sgt Tate starts grunting. I can feel his muscles start to tighten. He is very close. The pre-cum is coating my tongue.
"Here you go bitches!"
With that, he erupts. And not just erupts, but his body convulses. It is hard for us three to maintain our tongue lock on his head, but we do. None of us selfishly take the full load. We each get our portion.
Sgt Tate comes in waves. Easily my one third of this load would be equivalent to one normal one.
We all don't move away; we still remain connected with our tongues licking. It causes Sgt Tate to shake with aftershocks.
"Ok faggots, pull back." We don't respond. "Pull back mother fuckers."
I am the first to dislodge, followed by the other two.
"I should beat you all for disobeying me, but damn, I don't care at the moment. That was one hell of a blowjob. I haven't cum like that in a long time."
Joe responds for us, "And we loved giving it to you."
"Oh man." He rolls onto his side effectively kicking me off the bed. "That was so intense, I'm ready to sleep. Randy, turn out the lights and get into bed. You two, fuck off and I'll see you in the morning."
What? I'm not going to sleep with him? I am more shocked at who he wants to sleep with than the fact that he came and wants to instantaneously go to sleep.
Joe gets out of bed and shoves his middle finger in my mouth. With his thumb pressing into the underside of my jaw, he leads me out of the room and into ours.
It takes me a few moments to realize that there is a distinct taste to his finger. It tastes of shit.
Was Joe fingering himself and I missed it? His body position wasn't like that. No he was on his elbows between Tate's thighs. The last thing I remember is Joe playing with Sgt Tate's balls. So this must be Sgt Tate's shit.
But wait, I cleaned up his ass crack right before we started tonguing his cock. So his finger must have been inside Sgt Tate's ass. I smile at Joe, with his finger still in my mouth. He nods back at me.
I can't believe it; Sgt Tate had a finger in his ass. Wow. I am amazed Joe had the balls to do it.
We each prepare for bed and are in bed within five minutes. We lay there listening to the two men in the other room snore.
"You still awake?" Joe asks.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you come closer?"
I move over to him. He pulls me into a spooning position with his soft cock nestled in my crack.
"That's better." I would agree whole-heartedly. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. . . . Again."
"Well you wouldn't get much resistance out of me."
"That's funny." There is a long pause where I feel his chest hair on my back. It is soft, unlike Sgt Tate's more rigid hair. "I wonder. Do you have resistance?" I look over my shoulder at him. Before lying back down, I can barely make him out due to the light. "You certainly didn't show it tonight." I don't know how to respond to him on this. "I'm sorry for being blunt here, but I have to say something." I remain silent. "Eating shit? Really?"
"Yeah."
"What is going through your head?"
"Well, . . . I was licking Sgt Tate's ass, just like I did with you and Randy and the other guy, and he just . . . shit."
"Why didn't you do something?"
"Like what?"
"Do you always do what Tate tells you?"
"Um," reluctantly I add, "yes."
"Why?"
That is the question. That is the question that hits me, and hits me hard. Why do I let Sgt Tate do what he wants to me? "I don't know." Really, I don't.
"You are more than that. You offer him a lot more than being two holes to dump his cum and piss and now shit."
"I know."
"I have to ask you again like I did at dinner; is this what you want?"
"Well" I don't have an answer, but decide to ask him a question, "Why are you here then? He treats you like a hole to fuck too."
"Yeah, but tomorrow, I know that I will go back to my life with my wife and that today will be a memory--a wonderful memory that I will jerk off to for a long, long time. Besides, he has felt me out; he knows that I won't put up with his bullshit. I will get fucked by him, drink his piss, lick his ass, but I ain't crossing that line. I don't eat shit."
"But you too were treating me like I was your bitch."
"That's different. I don't disrespect you. I actually think you are a rare gem. Tate doesn't. You are a pawn piece in a game of chess--something that is used and then discarded after you are no longer useful."
"You are wrong."
"And whose bed are you in?"
Ouch. He seems to be just picking the right words to really jolt me into my bleak reality.
"Randy is moving in on your man. He even got you kicked you out of your bed."
"I know."
"Boy you seem to have gone from a lot of 'I don't know' to 'I know'."
"I know."
He laughs. "I don't think you do." He strokes my hair and my face. "You are too sweet. The complete opposite to Tate." I confirm his last statement, by not saying anything. "You should have seen his face when he was shitting in your mouth. He was stone cold at your humiliation." I did see Sgt Tate's cold smile. "He doesn't care about you; he only wanted to see you degraded in some primal superiority pissing contest. He's not right. I have met some sadistic tops in my life but he takes the cake. He could be laughing one moment and change in an instant to being an evil bastard. It's seems like he's a scatterbrain sociopath who has little humanity in him."
"God, you make him sound like he was a serial killer. He really is not like that. Up until he dumped in my mouth, you were enjoying every minute."
"You may be right; I may be overreacting, but he really pisses me off. Dan, I like you, and I liked Tate in the beginning, but I wish that he would knock off this macho bullshit and take you in as his boy--fuck you like crazy, but treat you as something special. If things were different, and I didn't have my wife and three beautiful daughters, I would snatch you up in a heartbeat."
I lay here in his arms and feeling his warmth behind me, but I am starting to sense that he has a giant part of him that needs this. "Joe, you know, I thank you for thinking of me. This is the first time that anyone has cared this much. I know you can't give up your life for me, and I wouldn't want you to. I know you want a boy to look after, but I will be fine with Sgt Tate. I have another week at his lodge and then I will go back to my dull life with my dad afterwards."
"Do you want to stay with him?"
"I don't know. I haven't given it much thought. If it happens, great! But I doubt it. I really do. He hasn't told me that he wants me to stay."
"I bet he wants Randy to stay. That's why he is in bed with Randy. Randy has set his sights on your man."
"I can see that. I don't know what I will do. But if something should happen between the two of them, I'll deal with it then. Right now, I just want cock, and lots of it."
"Well you got that tonight." We both laugh. "Yeah, you really enjoyed being a gutter whore."
"Hell yeah I did! Sgt Tate knew that about me before I did. In a weird way, I can say that he really does know me. He knows that I wanted to have fun having sex with lots of men, and he provided it. He knows that I want a real dad, not one who takes time between whores and drags me on a hunting trip and hopes for a connection only to bail out on me for another whore. I would say that he knows me."
"But do you know him? His background? Do you know what makes him tick? We know he likes to be pleasured. Do you know how to please him when he's not looking for it, or expecting it? You figure that out, and you will have one step up on him. Maybe you will be able to control some of the situation. And that's how you will overcome the Randy thing. Trust me, Randy isn't that smart."
"I will figure it all out. You ask me if I want to be with him. Yes I do. I want to be with Sgt Tate."
"And eating his shit too?"
"But not his shit." We both laugh. Joe shushes me.
"We don't want to wake them up."
Joe rolls on his back. I flip over on my other side. He wraps his hand around me. My hand explores his hairy torso and then down to his cock. It is semi hard.
"And if you are wanting to practice on pleasuring, start sucking."
"I thought you were a bottom who fucks once a decade?"
"Who says anything about fucking you? I just want a blowjob before I sleep." I start sucking on his uncut cock. "Besides, you tell anyone that I have topped you, I'll have to kill you. My reputation as a total bottom needs to remain blissfully intact."