Cum Pig 11
By danny__youngone@hotmail.com
Bukkake began in Japan and if you want to Google it, you can, but I will tell you bukkake in Japan is kinda gross because it involves women. All these guys cum on a woman's face. Ick. But GAY bukkake is sooooo hawt! Ever since my sk8er crew all spooged me I've been addicted to it. Surprisingly, a lot of gay guys don't know what it is, because when I'm in gay.com, and I write "into sling, bath house, bukkake and other group action", I keep getting asked, "what's bukkake"?
Tonight was no exception. Most guys didn't know what it is. But Shannon netted it out for them and I sensed a crowd gathering near my face. And a new guy was approaching my ass. Have you ever encountered a cock that radiates heat? I mean literally. I could feel the heat when he was at least 3 or 4 inches from my ass. I tried to catch a glimpse of him in he mirror. He was sizing me up like he was looking at some meat in a butcher's counter. It was as if he was thinking, "Hmmm. Should I have the flank steak or the rump roast?" It was so impersonal and so fucking hot. He took his thumbs and spread my pucker. Some cum oozed out. He took the head of his cock and kinda swished it around to lube it up. Then he slapped my right cheek. Hard. Then my left cheek. Hard. Back and forth he went. It hurt like hell. Then he put his cock-head at my pucker. And slapped me again. As he did, he pushed. And began to cut me in 2. Slap! He sunk in another inch or so. Slap, a little deeper.
"Yeah, dude". That was Shannon acknowledging another fuck-artist. High praise which he issued as he exhaled a lungful of pot smoke. I had visions of him mesmerized by his equal, focused on the cock cleaving my ass. A few more slaps and the guy was in all the way. My cheeks were so sore and must have been bright red, acting as a frame around the picture of the cock impaling me. The guy held still, buried in me. I could hear the "ticka ticka" of cocks being stroked. It felt so fine. Being filled up with cock. With cocks all around me. Aimed at me. Pig Nirvana.
Then the fucking began. A long, slow withdrawal of his meat, and a long slow re-entry into my ass. This guy was going to take his time. When he sunk back in me, he positioned him self in such a way that you could see his cock making the journey. At least I think that's what made so many of the guys watching gasp. There were several "Oh Gods", as he began sawing my ass. He was so hard. Solid. And the heat from his cock radiated inside me. I was full. Full of cock which was being administered to me so professionally the guy could have made a living at it. He was like the third guy who fucked me; methodical, all business. Suddenly I heard some one say between clenched teeth, "I can't help it!. I'm gonna cum!!" I felt a blob of jizz land on my forehead. I think the rest landed in my hair. That was followed by more groans and suddenly a volley of cum landed on various parts of my head. There was cum in my ears, all over my face. Some actually landed up my nose. . The guy fucking me picked up speed. There were guys wiping their cum spent cocks on my face or wherever, and he was watching this from his vantage point of fucking my sk8er ass. Speaking of watching, I could smell more and more cigarette and pot smoke. Guys were in the stands watching, and having a leisurely smoke as they did. Some guys would pass in front of me on their way to their seats and I could see some of them had a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It was like they were watching porn at home. Take a drag and take a swig as they watched some guy get fucked. Except if they wanted, they could just get up, come down and fuck me for real. The guy who was actually fucking me was getting close. He was throwing himself into me so that the little body fat I do have made ripples from the epicenter of his fuck. Some new guys gathered around my face as they watched this animal go into full fuck mode. I could feel drops of his sweat landing on me, or was it cum from the other guys? I had a sheen of sweat too, so that when he connected with my skin as he thrust home there was a "swawk" sound. If I hadn't been strapped onto the fuck bench, he would have fucked me off it.
"You want it, pig?", he asked
I could hear Shannon laugh.
"DO YOU WANT IT?"
My voice seemed so far away as I said, "Uh huh"
"Say the words!!"
"I want your load. I want your cum!!!"
I sensed guys drawing closer to me. Then with a primal scream the guy fucking me started to shoot, injecting his load deep into me. OMG it was amazing. His shooting cock went where no cock had been before. And he didn't stop fucking; he kept pistoning my ass as he shot load after load. I lost count of the number of cum throbs, but even after he must have been dry, he kept humping me. Then he stopped dead. There was a fresh shower of cum from the guys who had been watching and jacking. Then my fucker pulled out and I was empty. He made a big show of grabbing the Sharpie and I soon felt it scraping across my flesh.
Four.
I was positive he went over to share Shannon's spliff.
Would they talk about me? I thought about that as I lay there, panting, trying to catch my breath. If you've never been fucked then you don't know that a fucking takes quite a bit out of you. Especially the guys who had just fucked me. It's a bit like boxing; you take one hit after another. Okay, it's a different part of your body, but it's still punch after punch.
I was covered in sweat and quite a bit of cum, although the cum was concentrated around my face and head. I knew guys were circling me. But no one wanted to fuck me. They were like I said before, just looking me over.
Once in a while a guy would shoot on me. I felt like a total cum rag. I loved it.
Use me when you feel like it.
After about 10 minutes, I had caught my breath and was getting a bit cold as the sweat dried.
All of a sudden someone burst into the room and I could smell beer fumes. Instinctively, I knew exactly what this guy was like. All gay guys have met someone like him. He was in his 20's to 30's. He had been out for a few beers after work. Those beers had made him lose his inhibitions and here he was in a bath house, with all his in-denial bravado. You know, "My girl friend won't suck my cock, so I'll let you, you faggot."
The vibe in the room changed.
I could see him in the mirror taking stock.
It didn't take him long.
"Whoa!"
I waited. I knew what he thought would be an insult was coming.
"Now I know why they give you a rubber when you come in here!" He laughed.
No one else did.
"How many of you faggots have fucked his ass?"
Then his eyes must have caught the stripes on my ass.
"Jesus Christ!!! You're marking him???!!"
The extreme hotness of the scene penetrated his jock-boy veneer for a moment.
"Fuck!". He almost whispered the word. I could sense deep respect as he acknowledged the hornieness of it.
Next I heard a condom packet being opened and almost immediately my ass was invaded. This guy had no finesse, no style. He just sunk his cock in and fucked.
"Oh fuck! Oh God yeah, Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
Fuck-talk isn't literature, but this guy was talking like the amateur he was.
That doesn't mean I didn't like it. It was a different fuck. And his enthusiasm for my ass was nice. But I knew he wouldn't last long. I totally wished he was unwrapped, because I just knew his load would be huge. As I thought that, he shot. Spurt after spurt in that fucking condom. What a waste!!
The guy was from central casting. As soon as he took the mandatory 3 deep after-cum breaths, the guilt set in. He pulled out his rapidly softening cock and started to leave.
"Aren't you going to mark his ass?" It was Shannon being a total jerk.
"No. It's alright", the guy said as he sheepishly left the room.
"S'ok dude", Shannon said, "I'll do it for ya!" and he laughed.
I felt the Sharpie cross my ass again.
Five.