When I arrived the next night, my stud greeted me at the door wearing jeans and an open button-down t-shirt. When he saw me, he smirked and said, "Right on time, as I thought."
He led me without another word into the kitchen area, where I saw what he had planned. Sitting around his kitchen table were three men, all in their mid to late thirties and not a single one bad looking. They all had a gruffness to them, even as they sat shuffling cards, eating potato chips, and counting out poker chips at the square table.
"Here he is, boys," my stud announced. The men looked up at me.
"This is the fag boy?" asked one particularly mean looking man, whose ruffled dark hair was covered by a worn baseball cap.
"Yes it is."
"You gonna suck the cream out of this man cock?" Another asked. He was a redhead and quite cute. Like the others, he looked like he had a mean streak, but he was also sort of boyish and mischievous.
My stud smirked and looked me in the eye. "Well, faggot, you better answer the men you're gonna service."
I exhaled in apprehension. "Sure I am. I love cock."
The third man, who had sandy blonde hair and was a bit heavier than the others, began to laugh. "Yeah, Gary told us you like cock."
There it was. His name. I hadn't learned his name yet. I'd sucked his cock, swallow his piss, cum, and farts, but I didn't know his name until now. I stared at him. His open shirt showed the trail of hair leading to his juicy cock. My erection stiffened.
Placing his arm on my shoulder, Gary ordered me to sit underneath the table. I agreed. As I moved to seat myself under the wooden table, Gary and his horny friends removed their pants and threw them to the couch. And there I was, sitting under a table surrounded by four sets of hairy legs and four semi-hard pricks.
A voice above-Gary's?-ordered me to take a cock in my mouth-any cock. I looked around and chose a nice, plump one. I didn't know whose it was, other than that it wasn't Gary's. As soon as I wrapped my lips around the cock, a pair of hands, jumped to my head and clamped me there. I couldn't move my mouth and I could barely hear as my ears were nearly covered my two strong hands. But I did register some commotion. Laughter, cheers, who knows.
Suddenly the table was swiped away from above me and moved to another part of the room. And there I was, letting my mouth be filled by a cock in front of three men-not including the man dicking me.
I looked up towards the man whose cock I was holding in my mouth. I had chosen the heavy man and he was happy as a clam to be the first man to use my mouth. "I won, baby. We put you down there to let you choose a cock to suck and I go first."
The other men stood around laugh and watching, slowly stroking their cocks. "Go for it, Frank. He likes it dirty," said Gary.
Frank laughed and stroked my head. "I know you like it dirty. Drink up, faggot."
And with that he began to piss in my mouth. He let out quite a stream, tangy and quite tasty. The men watching laughed and cheered, bragging about what they'd do to my mouth. Then, finally, Frank finished. I had tried to swallow it all, but some dripped out the corner of my mouth. I looked up at Frank to get my next order.
"That's right, faggot," he said, "I got more for you. Suck on my dick. Get it nice and wet."
I went to work, lapping at his dick like a dirty puppy, gasping for air as I traveled the length of his eight inch, fat shaft with my tongue. After a few bobs, Frank grabbed my head and pushed it up and down forcefully. "Come on there, you hungry cunt. I've got plans. Don't take all day on the cock. I know you love that cock." He laughed.
Then he stood me up and turned me around so I was facing my audience. My hard cock was at attention and the men loved this. They remarked about how much I loved drinking Frank's piss and being his slave. Standing there, I had my back to Frank, who was still sitting in the chair. He barked at me:
"Sit your ass down on my cock. Slowly."
My breath shortened. Were all these men going to fuck my ass before the night was out? I would be so sore! It was a scary thought, but I knew I wanted it. I lowered myself onto his cock, pausing so he could line up his fat cock's head with my hole. As the cockhead pressed against my hole, Frank moved his hands to my shoulders and started to pull me down. Without lube, my ass was reluctant to stretch.
"Shit, this faggot is so tight I can't fit," Frank lamented. The men laughed.
"What are the rest of us gonna do, Frank, 'cause your dick's only four inches long." More laughter.
"Just shut up and help," said Frank. A second later, the redhead was forcing me onto Frank's cock. Sure enough, his head made it in. Frank exhaled loudly and I gasped. "Thanks, Bobby," said Frank to his helper. Bobby smiled and looked at me, waiting. I just looked at him. Then, without warning, he slapped my face-not hard but it still stung.
"Hey!"
"I was waiting for my thank you, cocksucker. You owe me an apology." Against my better judgment, I started to apologize, but he interrupted. "Sorry won't cut it, faggot." He was giggling. "Hey Jimmy," he called to the baseball cap wearing man, who was stroking a mean looking cock. "Push that table over."
Jimmy pushed the kitchen table back towards me. Then Bobby assumed his position. It looked like this:
Frank sat in a chair. I was on his lap facing away from him, sliding up and down on his shaft as he moaned and whispered dirty things to me about how I was born to service real men and I was a faggot useful for cock service only. The table was in front of me in such a way that I could probably eat off of it. And Bobby was on all fours facing away from me on top of the table, so his sweaty, smelly ass was in my face.
I leaned forward to lick and Bobby's ass and was blown away by the stench. "You like that?" He giggled. "I didn't wipe this afternoon. Rank, huh?" I was amazed. I couldn't see any remnants of shit but the stench was overwhelming. "Dig in." So I did.
I let me tongue find its way to his hole, all the while riding Frank's cock. Leaning forward all the way, I slurped at Bobby's shithole, savoring the aroma and taste of his afternoon crap. My cock ached with lust.
"Hey, Bobby," Gary advised. "Got any of your nasty farts."
Bobby laughed. "I'm not gonna fart in the kid's mouth, that's plain disgusting."
Jimmy piped up. "Bobby, the kid's taking a dick up his ass. He's sucking shit out of your whole. He obviously likes everything a man can offer. Watch this."
Jimmy walked over to me and pulled me forcefully out of Bobby's ripe ass. I was breathing heavily. "You like that smell, kid?"
"Sure I love it. I want more."
"Try this." Jimmy raised his arm pit and exposed a mass of dark hair, wet with sweat. "Lick it."
Bobby watched intently as Gary drank a beer and stroked his cock. I leaned towards the arm pit and began to kiss it, licking at the skin. I grabbed a few strands of hair and sucked them. His sweat tasted amazing. After a minute or so, he pushed my head away and spoke to Bobby. "See, the faggot will do anything."
Bobby was inspired. He shoved his ass in my direction and Jimmy pushed my head into his waiting hole. Bobby grunted a bit and then released the loudest, nastiest fart I'd ever heard-or tasted. I swallowed it down, licking furiously at his asshole. Then Bobby farted again. I was going crazy. Gary and Jimmy laughed. Bobby was gasping for air, he was laughing so hard. And busy Frank chose that moment to burst, shooting hot cum deep in my ass.
Then the doorbell rang. Everyone froze and looked to Gary.
"Don't worry guys. It's just Brett."
Jimmy's eyes widened. "He's fucking huge. That cock is gonna tear him apart!"
Gary smirked. "I know. Put him on the table. I'll be right back."