Accidental Fuckhole, Part 2 By Bruno Newman
`Accidental Fuckhole, Part 2' {Bruno Newman} ( MB ws anal reluc rough )
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I had to wonder if the intentional design of the over-sized ottoman was of some genius mind that knew that as Brunner fucked my ass from behind that the ottoman would give a little forwards in order to impale my mouth onto Gordo's veiny erection. I had the wind knocked from my lungs from Brunner's pounding into me and little chance to gasp up any air around Gordo's oral onslaught.
When long deep plunges into my bowels wasn't enough for Brunner, he ran his arms beneath my torso to anchor his hands on my shoulders and fuck me like a sex-starved gorilla. At times my feet weren't on the floor so I had NO control of my own body as I was pummeled. Gordo drank beer idly but fucked my face diligently. Gordo cupped Brunners' chin and poured cold beer down his throat and onto my hot back. But the fucking didn't ease up. Tex stepped in and replaced Gordo's schlong and I was all the worse for it, as Tex's cock was maybe 3 inches longer and much wider. Gordo's dick had already had me gagging. Still my nose bottomed out into Tex's bush. His flared corona scraped my tonsils.
My Uncle Morty had taken the time and patience with me to teach me how to suck on a man's big cock without choking. And I had gotten real good at it as a young teenager. But Uncle Morty—as farmhand-strong and as big-dicked as he was – wasn't the animal that Brunner and Gordo and Tex were. These 3 might have held jobs and loved sports and motorcycles, but they lived to fuck other men. Normally, I believe they fucked the raunchy hairy holes of raunchy hairy men. But this afternoon they were fucking tender pink rabbit meat: me.
"His skinny little ass is still nice and tight the further up inside you go" said Brunner to his friends, as if I wasn't even there. Or as if I was a deaf-mute playtoy not worth addressing.
So I pulled my mouth off Tex and joined in the conversation. "Probably because I'm never brave enough to run that dildo any more than 4 or 5 inches up my butt. And you've probably got, what, 10 inches of meat there?"
"Good call, collegeboy. Ten fat inches it is. Your ass is a good judge of measurement."
"Feels like a baseball bat" and I gulped 3 inches of erect fleshy steel past my lips, then another inch, then another. An impatient hand grabbed the back of my head and forced the blood-engorged fuckmeat into me up to the root.
Beer was passed around and so was my ass. When Gordo complained that Brunner was playing around and not wadding out, Brunner stepped aside and Gordo ran hard meat inside my hole. Gordo's cock was different than Brunner's and after only about 3 long fuckings into me, my chute learned Gordo's length and girth and how it curved more to pound into my prostate, causing me to moan and suckle on Texas bullmeat like a calf on its mama's teat.
"Ahh shit" groaned Gordo. "Like fucking butter wrapped in velvet, Tex. You're gonna like this. I'm glad we kept little Cupcake here around. And the kid's lovin' it. Watch this" and the long cockstrokes stopped. I assumed Gordo was commenting on the fact that even though his fucking had stopped, my asshole did not. The other 2 leaned over me, hands on my back and rump and observed. "Looky there." My anus opened up and extended outwardly, engulfing dick and milking it in. "Holy Smokes!" My hips rocked and I was heard to be moaning. Yearning for more prostate-pounding, I began to buck for more cock.
And with my mouth free as Tex got distracted. I mewed and begged, "Fuckmefuckmefuckme. I need it, man. Don't stop. Slam it in me real hard."
"Li'l cunt needs a taste of what I'm packin', Gordo. Step aside." Tex came around behind me. But that only made Gordo grab me by my pelvis and fuck fuck fuck me at a deeper and quicker pace. I cried out in torment and in pleasure, so Brunner plugged my gaping mouth with the dick that had just been up my boyhole. I tasted my own stink.
I heard true crying out so I twisted to look while still attached with my mouth. Across the room I saw that Mr Satyr had his hand stuffed up his associates' shithole, past the wrist. The fist-fucked man, on his back in a sling, called for quits but his other associate friend held his biceps down while Leroy the Satyr punched in for more and I heard him say, "Just a little more, Jake. You can take it, hombre."
"That's enough, Leroy. Take it out! TAKE IT OUT, MAN!"
And I thought: oh gawd! oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd. No no no. PLEASE don't get any ideas, guys.
"Don't do it, Leroy. No more. PLEASE!" begged the young man, maybe only a year or two older than me.But I saw the swing push back from the force of the fist and Leroy sunk another 2 or 3 inches into soft fleshy hole.
"AARRGGGHHH!" cried out Jake.
"You'll be happy tomorrow, Jake" coaxed the thick-wristed satyr. "Proud of yourself. You'll love me. I'll take you places you didn't think you could go. Now relax" he boomed. "Open up. That's it. That's it. There. Almost... there. Okay, Jake. Ease up. Relax, man. That's it. You did it. Look here, Raul. Look at that hole...wrapped around my arm. You did it, Jake my man." And Leroy began to pet across Jake's stomach in a loving and caressing way with one hand, as the other hand was buried deep in the young man's gut. "Now get used to that for a spell, man. Before I start up the fist-fucking."
Brunner must have been half-turned, watching the twisted animal-fuckers as well, cause his pecker was jutted sideways in my mouth, pushing out my cheek. Attention back on me now, he grabbed my neck and crammed cock down my throat, chastising me for falling errant at my duty. I looked up pleading, looked back over to the arm starting a rocking motion into stretched asshole across from us, then back up to Brunner.
"Don't worry, Thumper" grinned Brunner. "I'm not into that scene anymore. That young guy's hole is of no use to me anymore. I want to keep you tight, in case we ever meet up again." I breathed through my nose and concentrated on the task at hand (or mouth). Brunner held my head in place against the upholstery and face-fucked me relentlessly. Gordo balled up on my rump and began some crazed jabbing into my shit chute and started mumbling.
I could hear Tex encouraging "Run it in him deep, Gordon. Give that pussy the what-for. Get it hot and lubed up fer me. That's right. Unleash it, Gordy. Let it rip. Yeah."
Gordo flung sweat onto my back. I could actually feel his prick swell and dive deep, hold there, as a wave undulated up his shaft. He growled. Hot semen gushed into my hole, way up high in it. The cock receded and then pushed back in deep, disgorging more molten spunk into me. The heavy man came down onto my back. His hips pistoned and his back arched. He embraced me in a sweaty hug to pump more manseed up my boycunt.
I heard myself mutter "Fuck me harder, Gordo. Keep fucking me. Do it man. All your spunk. I want all your spunk in me." He came down close to my face as if to listen to me. And he obliged me with more and more seismic eruptions, rewarding me with his sperm, passing it off to me to carry it home with me. Gordo's beard scratched at my back: something so fucking awesome!
Gordo had me penned now as an impatient Brunner had no choice but to come around and slip his neglected cock into my mouth from the side. No sooner had he pushed past my teeth and slowly went in for more depth than what none of us expected happened. Gordo was still oozing cum in me when I clenched and spasmed. Gordo came up on his elbows over me and I remained on the ottoman.
"The kid's jizzin'" reported Tex. My sphincter muscle clamped onto Gordo in a death-grip and I splooged onto the upholstery, my quaking stiffie trapped tight beneath me. I twitched and groaned like an injured animal and I spunked and spunked some more. Brunner was too close to ripping to pull back now and he did his best to aim and hold my head down so he could dive deep. I was delirious and of little help as I spewed more cum of my own.
"C'mon, boy" grunted Brunner and his cockhead popped to a fullness and shot out his first round of baby seed. We were both too deranged but did our best to anchor his squirting dick between my lips. Still, his steaming semen splashed my face and the ottoman, as bad as we both wanted it down my throat. The man-goo went into my hair, up my nose and up over my neck where Gordo dropped to lap and drink. Gordo: who was still leaking juices inside me. I could feel his wood shiver and begin to shrivel in me.
Brunner growled as his balls produced more seed and his manroot delivered. I managed a better grip with my lips and I nursed on the glans, feeding on cum. With a jolt I squirted out a last line of sperm. Now my hardened dick gurgled and ebbed.
"Great Mother of all..." Brunner gasped and he still fucked my face.
"Pull out, Gordo" admonished Tex. "I cain't wait any longer. Else I'm gonna stick it up your ass."
I was reluctant to have Gordo's dick leave my ass. So I clung to it as it pulled out slowly. My ass walls closed up, collapsing behind it. The reason I was hesitant was because I knew what was coming next. Tex had a bullcock. It was fat and gnarly. It looked lethal.
It was rough going for me. Tex was already way past horny and anxious to dump his seed up my asschute. At least I already had Gordo's gummy load up in there as lube.