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Introduction:

This is a fictional story. Please excuse any typos.

I've always identified as straight. I've had many girlfriends, both short term and long term. I find women attractive. I like pussy. I've never had any trouble getting it up for women or performing in bed.

However, I've also always been secretly turned on by cock. Not men, mind you. I don't particularly find men attractive and the thought of kissing a man isn't alluring. Cocks, on the other hand, fascinate me and turn me on. Watching porn, I'm always transfixed by the cock. Blowjob scenes especially turn me. And I love cumshots, cum swallowing, facials, bukkake, and basically anything with cocks shooting loads. It started with straight porn featuring big cocks and cumshots. Then it moved on to shemale porn. Y'know, chicks with dicks. Then eventually I even started watching gay porn. Just anything with big, juicy cocks really. I still liked straight porn, but sometimes I get a little bored and cock always gets me off. My favorites folder started more heavily tilting towards cock.

For a long time I just kinda viewed it as a porn thing. Something I'd jerk off to, but never actually get involved in. I'm actually a pretty conservative guy in bed. Never even fucked a girl in the ass. So it was kind of easy to disassociate it from my actual sex life. There's porn and jerking off, and there's actual sex with the women in my life. I was even in a long-term monogamous relationship, so it's not like I would ever even get the chance to act on it. I'd never cheat on her and I'd certainly never tell her about any of this. Until, well... things didn't work out. It's not important why, but I was single again. And as a result, I was jerking off more and getting more adventurous in the porn I was watching. More and more I was watching trans and gay porn that focus on cock, blowjobs, and cum swallowing. More and more I found myself imagining myself on the giving side rather than the receiving side. And it really turned me on.

But still, I'd never act on it, right? I mean, I didn't even know how to go about it. I knew of a few gay bars in the area, and yeah there was Grindr, which I knew about. But I also had a few gay friends and knew people in the gay community and I didn't really want anyone to know about it. I mean, how would I explain that if someone I knew saw me at a gay bar or saw my profile on Grinder? Craigslist removed its "Casual Encounters" feature. To be honest I used to look through it and jerk off to the listings (deleting my history after the fact, of course). But now, there was no "safe" avenue for pursuing this fantasy. But it gnawed at me. No matter how much I tried to ignore it or resist it, I found myself more and more hyper focused on cock and wanting to suck cock. I wanted to give a blowjob. I wanted a man to cum in my mouth. God, even just thinking these thoughts got me hard. I started jerking off thinking about sucking a cock and whispering dirty talk, telling an imaginary man, "Cum in my mouth, daddy!" or "Yeah, give me that big cock!" or "I want to suck your cock baby!" Just saying those words out loud got me so hot.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore these urges, but I couldn't see a way to indulge in this fantasy safely. I was too insecure. I just wasn't ready to have an awkward conversation with anyone I knew where I was willing to admit that cocks turned me on. I mean, like I said, I had some gay friends and I wasn't worried about being judged or anything. I don't know, being straight was just part of my identity and I couldn't let myself give that up, even if it was just public perception. More and more I felt like I was living a lie. Maybe if I just tried it and got it out of my system I could move on. But how?

The only solution I could see was if I went on a road trip to some place where I didn't really know anyone. Somewhere where I knew I could cruise for gay men. Find one and let him know my mouth was open for business and get it on. I started searching incognito for places far enough away where I wouldn't run into anyone and where I could find some action. I don't know if I was serious yet or if it was just another masturbatory fantasy (I definitely got off on the thought of it). Still, I searched. Eventually I found a town half a day's drive away that had a pretty active gay scene. There were a couple bars that looked like good prospects. One in particular had photos on the website and it looked like just what I was looking for. Nothing overly flamboyant, but definitely the kind of place guys would cruise for ass. The clientele looked fit and hygienic. Even though I wasn't really attracted to men, I did want someone who was in shape and clean. And I wanted a big juicy cock.

I finally got to the point where I'd done all the legwork and I had to make a decision. Was I actually going to go through with this? Normally when I got super horny and jerked off, the urges calmed down a bit, so I decided to test that. I set aside an afternoon to really indulge in porn and jerking off. I lined up my favorite blowjob and cum swallowing scenes, all gay, got some lube and went to town. God, it was amazing. I didn't once think of receiving a blow job, but kept my mouth open the whole time salivating as I stroked my cock. I came again and again and again. And each time I kept coming back for more. I wanted cock. I wanted to suck a cock. I wanted a cock to cum in my mouth and I wanted to swallow it. I had decided. I was going to go through with it.

I set aside the next weekend. I avoided making any plans with anyone and was intentionally vague if anyone asked what I was doing. Nothing specific, so as not to be caught in any lie. I took out plenty of cash from the ATM in the days leading up to it so I could avoid using my credit card at all on the trip. I was so paranoid I didn't want to leave a paper trail. When the day finally arrived, I left mid-morning. I was so nervous and jittery I felt like I might crash the car. I drove slowly in silence, taking my time. My mind raced the entire trip. The hours flashed by. I arrived in town in the early evening. I checked into a motel. I had to give my credit card information, which worried me, but since I had cash they said they wouldn't charge me as long as I didn't trash the room. I staked out the bar I'd looked up. I knew these places tended to get going later, but I wanted to make sure I got there relatively early and gave myself a chance to settle in. My stomach was in knots. I was so light-headed I forced myself to stop at a local café and eat something so I didn't pass out. I had a light meal to settle my stomach. I also knew I'd probably need some liquid courage and didn't want to drink on an empty stomach.

Around 8:30, I couldn't wait any longer. I knew it was still probably too early, but I wanted to give myself a chance to get comfortable. I left my car at the motel and walked over. There was already music playing inside. Something with a heavy bass pumping. I walked in and took it all in. My head spun. I couldn't believe it. I was actually there. In a gay bar. To suck cock. I was going to find a random guy and suck his cock and swallow his cum. I felt a tingling in my own cock as it started to stiffen. I looked around the room. It wasn't too crowded, but there were a few people there already. A few guys were dancing in one corner. Another small group was sitting around a table chatting. And a couple guys were sitting at the bar. I moved down to the other side of the bar and sat by myself.

"What'll you have, sweetie?" the bartender asked. It was a woman. She was actually very attractive, the exact type of girl I'd usually go for. Dark hair in a ponytail and big brown eyes, slightly slanted. Lean, but with an athletic build. Just a touch of makeup, but not overdoing it. And it did nothing for me. In fact, the growing erection in my pants actually started to subside.

"Double bourbon with a water back," I said. She crooked an eyebrow, but just nodded. She came back a second later and poured my drink and gave me a glass of water. I pounded it straight back, my hand noticeably shaking. "Another," I said without touching my water. This time she raised both eyebrows, but still said nothing, pouring me another drink. I drank half of it back and took a sip of water, my hand still trembling.

"First time?" she said.

I looked her in the eye and at this point she looked quite amused, with a smirk on her face. I just nodded.

"It's okay," she said. "That's not uncommon here. I'll spread the word." She then winked at me and walked away to serve another customer who'd walked up at the other side of the bar.

Spread the word? What does she mean by that? I thought. I shook my head and threw it out of my mind. I was in too deep. No point in stressing out about it. I was a man on a mission and that mission was cock. I tossed back the rest of my drink and caught the bartender's eye pointing at my empty glass and twirling my finger indicating I wanted one more round. She nodded, but made her way to the other couple of guys at the bar. I sipped on my water as those first drinks really started to hit me. My head spun, but I felt my whole body relax. My anxiety started to melt away. I felt calm. I felt a fire in my belly. A smile cracked on my face. I felt good. I was finally going to do this. I was excited.

I took the chance to look around the bar. Maybe I'd spot a prospective cock. The small group at the table didn't look especially intriguing. Two of the guys weren't that fit or attractive and the other two looked a little "too gay." I honestly wanted someone masculine. A bear, I guess they were called. Someone more like me, who might pass as straight. I looked at the couple dancing and they looked a little more appealing, but they still seemed a little too flamboyant. They were both fit, but one had bleached hair and a mesh tank top and the other was wearing what looked like jeggings with a bare midriff. My eyes made my way back to the other side of the bar. The guy who'd walked in after me looked like punker. He had jet black hair spiked up, was wearing torn jeans, and a ripped black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He had tattoos up and down his forearms. Not bad, I thought. Let's come back to him.

Finally, my eyes rested on the two guys who had been sitting there when I walked in. They looked more my speed. One was strawberry blonde with a short buzz cut, wearing gray suit. The other had dark hair and a close-cropped beard, wearing a workman's jacket. The latter especially caught my eye. He was built and oozed masculinity. They both did, to be honest, but the especially the guy with the beard. He had a chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes that I could spot across the dim barroom, and broad shoulders that looked like he could really take control of any situation. He was drinking a beer, too, where almost everyone else was drinking some kind of cocktail. I watched his large hand flex around the bottle and imagined it grabbing me by the hair as he thrust into my mouth. My dick instantly became hard and I started to drool a little.

That's when I realized they were looking back at me. The bartender was talking to them and she pointed over at me. I made eye contact with the bearded guy. I kept my face impassive, but inside I was panicking. I maintained eye-contact and he nodded at me. Deadpan I nodded back and slowly turned my eyes downward back to my glass of water, embarrassed. I took a sip to look busy and noticed the bartender walking back. She poured me another double and said, "This one’s from the guys across the bar. I told them you were new and looking to make some friends."

"Uh, thanks," I sputtered as I picked up the glass but didn't drink. My eyes drifted back over the two guys and they looked back at them. I nervously smiled and raised the glass.

"Don't mention it," the bartender said. "And loosen up, you're in good hands." She then winked and walked off to chat with the punker.

I took a sip, but didn't pound this drink. I set it back down on the bar and looked over at my benefactors. They were already walking over. I felt a lump in my throat rise and took a sip of water. My face and neck felt hot as blood rushed throughout my body. My cock was absolutely rigid at this point. My heart was beating furiously in my chest, I couldn't believe this was happening. As they approached they split up and sat on either side of me. The suit to my right and the beard to the left.

"Hi, my name's Steve," the guy in the suit said, extending his hand. I extended my own and he took it in a firm grip.

"Hi, I'm... uh," my mind went blank. It hadn't even occurred to me what to say. Was I using my real name? What did it matter, I was out of town? What was my name anyway? I couldn't remember, it was as if my mind was completely empty.

The suit laughed. "Take your time," he said.

Meanwhile, the guy with the beard put his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed. "I'm Mike, while you think," he said. My cock bounced at the physical contact. I turned to face him and he had a slight smirk on his face, but not in a demeaning or patronizing way, more of a self-assured and reassuring way. I felt like I was melting.

"Sean," I finally managed as I looked into those piercing blue eyes. "My name is Sean."

"Glad to meet you Sean," Steve, the suit, said. My head whipped back in his direction. "We haven't seen you here before. Are you new in town?"

Before I could respond, I felt Mike with the beard inch closer to me, his hand still gently squeezing my shoulder.

"Um, no," I said as I turned back to Mike who still had the friendly smirk on his face. "Just passing through, really."

"Hmm, passing through, huh?" Mike said. "Well, I'm glad you did."

"You looking to party tonight?" Steve said, leaning in. The two of them were now very much in my personal space, crowding around me. I suppose I should have felt threatened, but honestly it was such a huge turn on. My dick felt like it was going to burst it was so hard. It was straining against my briefs and jeans. I felt such a fucking rush with these two men pouncing on me like a slutty girl at a dance club. I looked straight ahead, picked up the whiskey and downed it. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see both Mike and Steve raise their eyebrows and look at one another.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I turned to Steve and said, "Well actually, yeah." Turning to Mike I looked him deep in those baby blues and continued, "That's kind of the whole reason I'm here." I couldn't believe I was doing this. My head was swimming from both the whiskey, the hormones, and the adrenaline. Licking my lips and turning back and forth between the two of them I said, "I've been wanting to try something like this out for quite a while now. You guys think you might be able to help with that?" Oh my God! I couldn't believe what a slut I was being. It was like these guys had me in a magical trance that turned me into a bimbo. But I was loving it.

They both chuckled and Steve leaned in even more, resting his hand on my inner thigh. "Oh, I think we can definitely help with that," he gave me a squeeze and oh so slightly rubbed his hand upwards towards my crotch. My rigid cock flexed against my clothing.

Meanwhile Mike slid his across my shoulder and cupped the other side of my neck, leaned in, and whispered into my ear, "You looking to get fucked, huh?"

Now at this, I paused for a moment. I hadn't even considered that. I just wanted to suck a cock! And now I was in position to get tag-teamed by these two bears. That hadn't been part of the plan. However, I was surprised by how appealing it sounded. Either way, I didn’t want to disappoint my new friends, so I turned to him and said, “Well, I had something specific in mind, but we can see where things go.” And at this I swallowed, pouted my lips slightly and reached my hand down into Mike’s crotch. I felt an enormous bulge through his work pants and felt an already stiff cock grow and get even harder. It felt so warm, even through his pants. It felt so… good.

He smiled a big toothy grin. “I like that you’re open to new things. Why don’t we go to the bathroom and I’ll introduce something new to that pretty mouth?”

I bit my lip and let out a long, deep breath, a strand of saliva drooling out of my mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah…” I sighed.

With that, Steve basically pulled me out of my stool, both his hands now on my shoulders, and started marching me towards the back of the barroom as Mike turned and lead the way. I felt myself stumbling, either from the six shots of whiskey I’d just downed or from the sheer elation at the thought of sucking some cock.

Mike pushed open the bathroom door and Steve pushed me in after him. The bathroom was empty except for the three of us. Mike turned around and I felt Steve do the same, as he closed the door behind us.

In front of me, Mike unzipped his fly, reached into his pants, and slowly pulled out a mammoth cock. It wasn’t even fully erect, but was huge, already seven inches as it drooped slightly. He was circumcised and a bead of precum glistening on the tip. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped open. It looked glorious. This was everything that I’d ever wanted and Mike asked as much: “Is this what you wanted?”

I just nodded and dropped to my knees in front of him. He stroked his cock in front of me, slowly running his hand up the shaft until it was pointing directly in my face, just an inch from my nose. I could smell it. It was slightly musky, but in a good way. It smelled manly. The skin was clean and smooth and it bobbed ever so slightly as blood rushed into it with each heartbeat. My own cock felt in tune as my heart beat inside my chest.

“I, I’ve never done this before,” I said.

“We know,” Steve said behind me as I heard him unzip his own fly.

“We’ll tell you what to do,” Mike continued. “For starters, why don’t you reach out and touch it.”

This was it, I was actually going to touch another man’s cock. As I raised my hand up, I felt my trembling stop. My hand was steady now. I wanted this. My body wanted this. I was ready. I gently wrapped my hand around Mike’s cock and just felt its weight. It was truly massive. And it felt so warm in my hand. I softly ran my hand up the length and back down again. I heard Mike exhaling softly as I did so.

Meanwhile I felt Steve lean over and whisper in my ear, “Now cup his balls with your other hand.”

I felt myself nodding along as if I was hypnotized. With my left hand I reached up and gently probed my fingers into Mike’s fly. I curled them under and around and felt his scrotum. His balls swelled in my finger tips and I carefully extracted them from his fly, making sure not to catch them on his zipper and they plopped out and slapped against my upturned palm with a THWAP!

“Yeah…” Mike murmured. “Now give them a squeeze, you little slut.”

I shuddered at that dirty talk. I really did feel like a slut! I gently squeezed his balls with my left hand as I continued to pump his shaft with my right and his cock swelled so much that it now poked me in the cheek. I felt the warm, wet precum stick to my face and as I leaned my head back I saw the clear sticky trail leading back to the throbbing head of his cock.

Before either of them could say anything, animal instinct took over and I gave that deep pink head a big lick, starting from underneath and swiping upward over the urethra, lapping up the oozing precum. Pulling my tongue into my mouth and smacking my lips I savored the salty flavor. I moaned just as Mike did. Behind me I heard Steve mutter, “Oh yeah, we got a dirty little faggot here.” I could hear him stroking his cock behind me and that turned me on even more.

I turned my head upward and made eye contact with Mike, who was looking down on me with those piercing blue eyes with absolute lust. “Gimme that cock, daddy!” I said cocksure.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he breathed. “You’re gonna be a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

“I want your cock so fucking bad, daddy!” I chanted. “Feed it to me!” Talking like this was turning me on so much. I couldn’t believe it. All those fantasies and I was diving right into being a fucking faggot slut.

Mike quickly undid his belt, His hands moved so rapidly, I could tell he was incredibly turned on and horny. I felt proud of my ability to drive a man like this wild. As he unbuttoned his pants, I released his cock and balls and gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them out and over his throbbing cock, which was now fully erect at what must have been nine inches, making it quite the challenge. His underwear luckily had quite bit of flex to them and I managed to release the kraken.

Mike placed his hands on my shoulders as I pulled his underwear and pants down his thighs, leaning forward to do so. His cock slapped against my face as I did so. It felt amazing, so meaty and solid, but soft.

I gripped his cock once more and started slowly rubbing it up and down. Pulling it upward, I lowered my head to his scrotum and took his huge, swollen balls into my mouth as best I could. His pubes had been trimmed down neatly, so there was very little hair. His balls were slightly sweaty, with the same manly musk to them. I managed to fit one of them into my mouth and sucked it gently. Mike moaned loudly and Steve continued to stroke behind me muttering, “That’s it faggot, suck those balls.”

His scrotum was slightly salty and the texture was wrinkly. Unlike his massive cock, his balls felt cool by comparison. I switched between balls as I continued to stroke his cock, ever so slowly increasing the pace as I ran my hand up and down the shaft. Releasing one hand from my shoulders, Mike took hold of the base of his cock with his thumb and index finger and started slapping my cheekbone and eye with his weighty cock. Each slap made a satisfying THWAP and I moaned with his scrotum in my mouth.

As delicious as his balls were, I was eager to finally take a cock in my mouth. I released his balls with my mouth and took them in my hand, squeezing them and feeling my slimy saliva running over them. I first tickled the underside of his scrotum with the tip of my tongue and then flattened it against the base of his cock, and ran my wide tongue up the length of his shaft. His meaty cock resting right in between my eyes as I did so, I looked up at him, straight into those beautiful, piercing, baby blues. He had a wild look on his face and his mouth was agape. I could tell he was in heaven.

As my tongue reached the head of his cock I was finally ready to take the plunge. With the tip of my tongue pressing up underneath the pulsing head, I finally wrapped my lips around it and took a cock into my mouth. It was all I had ever dreamed of and more. I had a cock in my mouth. It was no longer a fantasy, it was a reality. I was officially a cocksucker. I felt an enormous sense of satisfaction and pride. Puckering my lips and careful not press with my teeth too much I gave Mike's head a healthy suck and flicked my tongue over the tip sucking up precum like the last drops of soda from a straw. The savory, salty flavor rippled across my tongue and coated it like a sticky film, saturating my taste buds. I groaned into Mike’s cock in ecstasy.

Mike hands were now on my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair and gently, but forcefully, pulling me into his crotch. I’d had enough blowjobs that I knew what to do as I wrapped my right hand around the shaft forming a ring with my index and thumb against my lips and squeezing both his bouncing balls with my left hand. I then let Mike slide his girthy monster further into my mouth, sliding over my tongue deeper and deeper, little by little. I resisted the pushing of his hands slightly, pulling my head back a little bit, but not allowing the head of his cock out of my mouth. My mouth was watering and saliva slid down his cock as my hand slid with my mouth and I began to pump his shaft using my saliva and his precum as lubricant. I gave his balls a firm squeeze for good measure.

Mike shuddered and blurted out, “Oh fuck!”

Behind me Steve exclaimed, “You sure you’ve never sucked cock before, faggot?” I could feel him even closer now and with a heavy thud, I felt his cock slap down on my shoulder.

“Nh-nnn,” I did my best to respond with my mouth full of cock. Opening my mouth slightly I slurped up saliva and precum alike as I took in a deep breath before resuming my tight seal and pressing my face forward again, this time taking Mike’s cock deeper into my mouth.

I had to open my jaw wider as his thick cock slid towards my throat. I was nervous about this part. I wasn’t confident in my ability to deep throat a cock, especially one as big and thick as Mike’s. I tried to take it slow and stopped with his head resting on the back of my tongue before my gag reflect kicked in. I let it rest there for a moment as I slid my hand up and down the lower half of his shaft, continuing to palpate his balls in a steady rhythm. I could feel his balls swell, filling with sweet, juicy cum. That was going to be my reward, I knew. But I didn’t want it to end so soon. Still, the thought of Mike spurting hot, sticky cum into my eager mouth made my eyes roll back in my head and my own cock bounce in delight.

Wanting to please myself as I pleased Mike, I popped my head back with a flourish, saliva and precum spraying up and over my face as I shook my head slightly looking up at him. I then released his cock and balls with my hands and dropped them to my own pants, quickly undoing my belt and pants, wanting to get my own cock out.

“Oh, so you’re looking to enjoy yourself, are you?” Mike said panting.

“Maybe I can help with that,” Steve said as I felt him kneeling behind me, pressing up against my back and reaching around grabbing my cock with one hand and sliding my pants down to my knees on the floor with the other.

“Oh God, yes!” was all I managed before popping Mike’s cock back in my mouth. As I did so, I felt Steve’s cock press up against my ass and grind into me. At this point, I knew I was going to get fucked too, but I didn’t care. Hell, I wanted it. I was going to get spit roasted like a bitch and I was loving it.

Steve reached his other hand around me and I was now completely wrapped up. Just as I was doing to Mike, he stroked my shaft with one hand and squeezed my balls with the other. For the time being, he continued to grind his cock against my ass crack, his shaft pressing upwards against the small of my back. His chin was pressed up against the side of my neck and I could feel his stubble as he whispered dirty talk in my ear, calling me a filthy faggot cocksucker and asking if I wanted to get fucked.

I just moaned in response as I reached around and gripped Mike’s buttocks in my hands and pulled his crotch into my face. I was ready for more cock deeper into my mouth. His muscular buttocks felt firm and I dug my fingers into his flesh as he gripped my hair and drove his manhood forward.

His girthy cock slowly, but surely inched its way deeper into my mouth, sliding over my tongue as I formed a tight seal with my tips and ever so gently grazed his shaft with my teeth. My mouth was completely filled with cock and coated with the slippery thin film of precum. I sucked and swallowed as best I could as his cock pressed further into my mouth, the head sliding past my tongue and entering my throat. I inhaled deeply through my nose and closed my eyes. This was it.

Mike grunted as he entered my throat, forming a tight seal. I leaned forward, stretching out my neck, trying my best to align my throat with his cock. Mike’s cock filled my throat and my eyes began to water. I did my best to suppress my gag reflex, but I sputtered around his shaft. Mike edged off slightly, trying to pull out, but I didn’t want him to, as I squeezed his buttocks and held him tight. I relaxed my throat as best I could and allowed myself to get used to the feeling of a cock in my throat. I managed to breathe through my nose and wiggled my tongue as his meaty cock pressed it down against the bottom of my mouth.

Mike let out his loudest moan yet and I felt his buttocks clench underneath my tightly gripped fingers. His own fingers clenched my hair in fists. I felt like he was going to rip my hair out. All the while Steve pumped and squeezed and ground my ass with his dick. My breathing was getting more and more rapid and tears streamed down my face.

Finally, I loosened my grip on Mike’s ass and allowed him to slowly slide out of my throat. Taking in a deep breath through my nose I slid the head of his cock back onto the flat of my tongue. I bobbed my head up and down and reach back pumping his shaft with both hands now, letting slimy saliva and precum coat my palms and his fat shaft. I twisted my wrists and rotated them about his cock as I sucked furiously on the head of his cock, moaning all the while.

Mike’s hands released my hair and slid down my face, cupping my cheeks and ears. He softly caressed my face as his cock worked in and out of my greedy mouth. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby! Suck daddy’s cock like the dirty little faggot that you are!” he chanted.

I developed a steady rhythm, alternating between working both hands on his shaft and occasionally working his balls, sometimes letting my fingertips explore his taint and tickle his asshole.

And speaking of assholes, Steve seemed like he was through with foreplay. He’d been gradually working the tip of his cock down my ass crack and rubbing precum against my anus. I wasn’t exactly prepared for this, but I’d gone this far and at this point I trusted my tour guides as it were. And as luck would have, Steve must have had a bottle of lube on him, because I felt him reach back with one hand and shortly after something wet and slippery dribbled down my ass crack, mixing with Steve’s precum and rubbing into my asshole.

“You still want to get fucked, faggot?” Steve barked into my ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow on that virgin ass.”

My mouth full of Mike’s cock, I did my best to nod my head and moan, “Mm-hmm!”

With that, Steve reached down and probed my anus with one of his fingers, pushing the cocktail of lube and precum into my asshole. He slowly inserted it past the first knuckle, pausing, then the second. He paused again and let me feel him inside of me. It felt amazing. I’d never thought I’d enjoy the feeling of another man in my asshole, but with a cock in my mouth and firm hand jerking me off I was ready for more than just finger. I arched my back and pressed my ass backwards and felt Steve’s finger slide up to the hilt inside my ass, spreading more lube into my anus.

This continued for a while as Steve gradually worked in more lube and stretched my asshole, eventually moving onto two and then three fingers. Each time he stretched me more I moaned in ecstasy and couldn’t help but take Mike’s cock into my throat. Just as Steve stretched my ass, I was pushing myself to let Mike stretch my throat. I was getting it at both ends and stretching both my holes for more cock.

Finally, Steve pulled out his fingers and I felt more lube enter my puckering asshole. “Are you ready faggot?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, this fag wants to get spit roasted!” Mike exclaimed as he pulled my head into his crotch and pushed his cock back into my throat once again.

I moaned in agreement, doing my best to swirl my tongue under Mike’s cock and tickle the base with the tip of my tongue. My hands had found their way back to Mike’s buttocks and I greedily pulled him and clenched his ass, not wanting to let his magnificent cock out of my hungry, whore mouth.

With that, Steve pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole and slowly pressed forward. A sharp, burning pain seared into my anus as the thick head of Steve’s cock pushed into my outer ring. I squealed slightly and my throat spasmed with Mike’s cock inside of it. He let out a satisfied groan. Steve grunted as he plowed forward and with a sharp plop the head of his cock popped into my anus. I groaned in pleasure as I felt him fill my ass. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was getting fucked from both directions, my body being one long tube with cocks stuffed in either end. I clenched Mike’s ass as tears of pain, pleasure, and unbridled joy streamed down my face.

My own cock bounced furiously, free of Steve’s hands, which were firmly placed on my hips as he continued to push deeper and deeper into my ass. And thank God for that because I think I would have cum from the slightest contact with my cock and I wasn’t ready to finish yet.

Firmly gripping my hips, Steve thrust his cock forward in one fluid motion, pushing the full length of his cock up my ass, his balls slapping against my cheeks with a satisfying clap. He wasn’t as big or girthy as Mike, but he was still plenty big and my ass burned with pleasure. I squealed as best I could, but barely a sound made it out of my mouth because Mike was thrusting forward himself, his cock entering as deep as it would go into my throat his balls bouncing on my lower lip against my chin.

My eyes rolled back and my vision started to fade. I couldn’t breathe with a cock jammed so deep down my throat and yet I was exhilarated by another cock being rammed up my ass. Both Mike and Steve rested there a moment, both full tilt, cocks pressed up both my holes to the hilt. I felt them both release their hands from my body for a moment. Then I heard a loud clap as they high-fived above me and shouted, “Eiffel tower!”

A moment later Mike’s hands returned to either side of my face, and Steve’s returned to my hips and they eased off, sliding there cocks halfway out. I took a deep breath and felt my asshole relax ever so slightly. It was a relief, but it left me feeling somewhat empty, that tremendous "full" feeling leaving me and causing me to crave it all the more.

Not wanting the fuckfest to stop, I knew what I wanted to do. Mike and Steve were in the perfect position and before they could react I thrust myself back onto Steve’s cock, causing us both to moan with pleasure. His cock buried back deep into my ass. I managed to keep the head of Mike’s cock in my mouth by pulling him forward ever so slightly. I quickly clenched my asshole around Steve’s cock, then released and thrust my body forward, my nose diving into Mike’s soft, short pubes, his balls slapping against my chin as his cock once again entered my throat. It was the perfect distance to keep the head of Steve’s cock just inside the ring of my asshole, which I squeezed tight as I clenched my butt. My face pressed up into Mike’s crotch, I managed to slide my tongue underneath his cock and just over my bottom lip and tickled his balls with the tip of my tongue. Mike let out a sharp breath.

And with that I reversed once again and slammed Steve’s cock back deep in my ass, sliding Mike’s cock out of my throat, wrapping my lips tight around his head. Then I thrust forward feeling Steve slide mostly out of my ass and Mike back into my throat. I could hear them both panting and feel their hands tightening on my body. I moaned all throughout and developed a steady rhythm thrusting back and forth on their cocks, one sliding in and the other sliding out. In and out, in and out of my asshole and throat, back and forth. I rocked my body between their two cocks so perfectly that they didn’t even need to move as their cocks drove completely into me, balls slapping against my ass and chin alike.

I kept this pace up for several minutes as all three of our bodies spasmed and shivered. I’d once again moved one hand down to my own cock and was stroking it furiously, my palm greasy from sweat, saliva, and precum. With my other hand I reached up and tickled Mike’s taint, my middle finger probing his asshole. Steve’s hands alternated between squeezing my ass cheeks as I thrust onto his cock and spanking them as I slid up it. Mike’s hands rested gently in either side of my face and gently caressed my cheeks as I pumped my head up and down on his cock. He didn’t force it as I was doing all the work, he just gently guided my hungry, whore mouth onto his throbbing member.

I could feel Steve’s cock throbbing too, my ass clenching it in a death grip. With each thrust, forward and backward, both of their balls seemed thick, juicy, and of so full of that sweet cum that I’d been dreaming about. My own balls were fit to burst as well, swollen to the point that it felt like they’d explode.

With miraculous timing I felt both Mike and Steve tense up and their panting sharply increase. My own stroking of my cock was causing me to reach climax as well.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Steve shouted.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum, too!” Mike blurted out a split second later.

I just moaned as best I could as I continued to pump my ass, throat, and cock in unison. Back and forth. Back and forth. Cock sliding in and out of my ass and in and out of my mouth. I stroked my cock even more vigorously. Just a few more pumps! I thought. Once! Twice! Three times! Mike and Steve's panting reached a crescendo and with that I jammed myself backward as hard as I could impaling my ass on Steve’s twitching cock. At the same time, I slid my middle finger up and into Mike’s ass, causing him to clench his ass and thrust forward involuntarily forcing his cock as deep as it would go into my throat and mouth. I felt all three of our balls tighten, Steve’s pressed up against my ass, Mike’s pressed up against my chin, and my own clenched in my hand as I slid it down from my shaft.

All three of us seemed to freeze in time there, their two cocks pressing as deep as they could possibly go into both of my holes, balls swelling up and tightening. And then we exploded. My tongue swirling around Mike’s cock as best I could with his cock in my throat I felt it jerk and spasm as a hot gusher of sticky cum shot down my throat. Meanwhile, a torrent of warmth spewed into my bowels as Steve’s cock twitched uncontrollably in my ass, filling my rectum with his seed. And myself spurting my own hot, sticky jizz with wave after wave shooting onto the bathroom tile beneath us.

Still all three of us cumming, I loosened my asshole and slid Steve’s cock out slightly, still resting comfortable in my ass, still shooting hot load after load of cum into my ass. I could feel myself filling up and cum bursting out the seams of the tight seal his cock made in my asshole. Meanwhile I slid my finger out of Mike’s asshole and let go of my balls with my other hand, pressing them both hands against his hips and sliding his meaty manhood out of my throat and popping my mouth open with the head of his cock resting on my outstretched tongue. I looked up at him, deep into those beautiful blue eyes as he shot load after load into my mouth and onto my tongue. It was so much hotter than I’d ever imagined. It tasted so sweet and salty and delicious. I swallowed as much as I could as more spewed into my eager orifice.

“Oh yeah daddies! Cum in me!” I managed to scream. Cum splashed over my lips, face, and chin as I spoke, but I greedily opened my cocksucking, faggot mouth and swallowed more. Mike’s thick load swirled over my tongue and filled my cheeks. It was like he would never stop. He looked down at me in awe, his mouth forming a perfect circle and his eyes squinting as he breathed heavily in sharp breaths timed to each delicious load being deposited into my hungry mouth.

As I slurped down Mike’s loads, Steve had resumed pumping away inside my ass, his man cream bursting out of my ass along the sides of his cock making a squelching sound with each thrust. He was screaming as he came, “Oh! Oh! OH! FUCK YEAH! FUCK THAT FAGGOT ASS! FUCK THAT FAGGOT ASS! YEAH! TAKE IT! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM YOU FAGGOT SLUT! FUCK!”

With each of Steve’s thrusts I felt myself cum too, a violent spurt erupting from my cock and launching across the bathroom. I’d never orgasmed so hard and never came so much. This lasted what felt like two minutes, all three of us bursting load after load. I swallowed as much of Mike as I could, but it overflowed and dripped down my chin. Steve’s semen meanwhile dripped out my ass and down my thighs, soaking the underwear and pants gathered around my knees and pooling there. Finally, just as all three of us began together, it seemed like we ended together. Finally I collapsed on the bathroom floor, my face resting in a large pool of my own cum, mixing with what was left of Mike’s, covering and dripping down my face.

My ass hung in the air and Steve’s cock popped out as he turned and lied down on his back next to me, his cock still standing erect and twitching. Mike meanwhile collapsed on his side on the other side of me, his still massive cock pointing directly at my eyes. All three of us lay there panting for several minutes.

Suddenly the door opened and the punker from the bar stood above us.

“Well what do we have here…” he said as he rubbed his crotch.

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